CHAPTER#80

He came hard enough that he shouted, his voice echoing across the Labyrinth, coating her insides with his seed. Sofia released him, her long legs kicking wildly while he held tightly on to them. Biting his lip, he felt a second blast building up. Pulling out, he sprayed the rest of his load all across her ass and legs, nearly knocking Blue over. Panting loudly, he gave her ass one final swat with his hand.

"From now on, you belong to me." Still hard, he pushed himself back inside of her. Sperm leaked free in heavy globs, splashing on the floor. "I will cum in you whenever I feel like it, wherever I feel like it."

Sofia let out a moan, then went limp. Mike tossed the makeshift whip, and then carefully sliced the last vines holding her up, lowering her gently to the ground. Blue had landed on Sofia's ass, carefully lapping up anything she could find, her whole body pulsating with light. Sofia's breaths came hard and fast, her eye closed. Mike carefully cut the rest of the vines, and Sofia let out a sigh once her arms and legs were free. She tossed off the last few, and stood up so that Mike could help unwrap her. He grabbed ahold of one of the thickest vines and gave a gentle tug, and Sofia spun gently in place, letting Mike free her once and for all. He tossed the vegetation to the floor, squatting down to pick up her magic sword.

"I believe this is yours," he told her. Sofia accepted it from him quietly, tucking it into a small sheath on her pocket. They stood there in silence, Blue fluttering in lazy circles around them. He wasn't sure what to say, but he could feel that something between them had shifted. Sofia straightened out her clothing, adjusting her blouse to minimize the amount of cleavage she was showing. Mike could see that the torn fabric was straining to contain her, and wouldn't be surprised to see it split the rest of the way.

"What now?" Sofia asked. Mike shrugged.

"We wait for the other fairy." Mike gestured at Blue. "She is searching the Labyrinth right now, trying to find Abella and Tink. Once we are back together, we can figure out how to find and retrieve the goggles, and then get the hell out of here. The witch on the front lawn must have made some progress by now, and I am worried what will happen if she breaks the Geas."

"A few things will happen," Sofia answered. "Every protection on the house will end, for starters, sending wild magic out into the world to reek havoc. The house will struggle to decide its own identity and will become a random maze of rooms and hallways. The creatures who still sleep will awaken and flee, and who knows what will become of them. Other magical creatures will sense the artifacts hidden here and become drawn to this place, and it will become a daily battle to keep them out."

"You speak like you've seen it happen."

"Did you think this house was the only one like it?" Sofia asked. "The Architect built several homes such as this one over several centuries." She frowned, staring at the floor. "They all used to connect to the Library. As far as I know, this home is the last of its kind."

"There were other houses?" Mike shook his head. "That means there were other Caretakers, right?"

"Indeed, but I couldn't tell you about them. When a house is destroyed, its secrets are lost. If the Geas is broken, our memories of the former Caretakers will fade, and anyone who leaves your side will soon forget you even existed." Sofia waved her hand dismissively. "That's the working theory, anyway. It's the only explanation for why I can't remember the few Caretakers I worked with from other homes."

"Shit." Mike stared at the floor. If he didn't hurry, not only would the others lose their homes, but they would inevitably lose each other. Had the other houses had a family like his? What would happen to them all?

"Now for the big question at hand." Sofia moved close to one of the columns. "The trap I was caught in wasn't actually a trap. I mean, it sort of was, but I've been stuck here for hours and nobody came to check the trap. So either the trap maker is missing, or this room serves some other purpose."

"What purpose would a room that restrains you even serve?" Mike asked.

Sofia grinned, her cheeks blushing. "I can think of one."

Mike laughed. "You think the minotaur is getting his freak on with someone else in this room?"

"Maybe." Sofia looked up into the dark of the ceiling, her eye narrowing. "What is that?"

"What is what?" Mike tried to follow her gaze, but it was all shadows to him.

"Here." She held a hand out, and Mike handed her the dagger. Approaching one of the columns, she made a few strategic cuts. The unseen canopy above the shifted, and several vines drooped down. Mike moved out of the way, seeing that there was something tangled up in the vegetation. When it moved low enough, Sofia jumped up. Mike was surprised to see just how high she went - if she ever wanted to try out for the WNBA, he was sure they would have her. Grabbing hold of the substance in the canopy, she pulled it free. It collided with Mike, and his whole world went dark.

"What the hell is this?" He asked. He was now under a giant piece of fabric that felt leathery to the touch.

"Can't tell." Sofia found him in the dark, planting a small kiss on his jawline. She sliced a hole above them, and they stepped free of the unknown fabric.

"Holy fucking... fuck." Mike stared in awe at their new discovery. It was huge, big enough to carpet the living room of the home. Wrinkled at the edges, it was covered in dark spots that were primarily focused along the middle. It had been up there for some time, yet held a slightly musky odor to it. Sofia handed him back his dagger, which he clutched tightly in his fist.

It was a giant snakeskin.