CHAPTER#163

Mike laughed. "Self manipulation is the hardest then?"

"For mortals? Yes." She flickered beneath him, quickly transforming into Naia, then Beth, and eventually several different women before becoming herself once more. The entire time, her hand-mouth kept sucking him, his orgasm slowly building. "I am not bound by such restrictions."

"I far prefer you as yourself, to be honest." He pushed a lock of black and red hair away from her forehead.

"I don't even know who I really am." She stopped stroking him, her eyes suddenly far away. "Or rather, who I want to be."

"It's something we can both work on." He kissed her, and she melted against him, her hand now stroking him with a sense of urgency. He pushed his fingers into her, willing them to become thicker and harder. She gasped, her face turning bright red and a fiery halo forming above her horns.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" Her eyes burst into flame and the sand around them caught on fire. The succubus arched her back, toppling Mike off of the bed and onto the sand. Before he could sit up, she had mounted him, sitting straight up, her wings spread wide.

The clouds above burned away as she rode him, screeching in another language, her hips swiveling over his. Inside of her pussy, he felt dozens of tongues and fingers tickling him, quickly taking him to the brink and then beyond.

Grunting, he came, and Lily opened her mouth, her tongue hanging out of her head and her eyes rolling back.

Gasping for air, she stood up, his spooge leaking from her pussy and coating his belly.

"I thought you needed that," Mike pointed out.

Lily's eyes focused on him. "In the real world, I've already swallowed." She winked at him, then turned her head to look at his hand. "No offense, but that's kind of gross."

Mike turned his head and looked at his dick hand. It was a gross, misshapen lump that had been coated in pussy juice and sand. The image became blurry, and the lumpy cock began to separate itself into his fingers, but they were stuck together.

"Here, can you help me wash it off in—" He turned his gaze back to Lily, but she was gone. Realizing that she had left, he fought to wake up, the world around him breaking apart as the Dreamscape fragmented in slow motion. When the ground beneath him broke away, he fell into darkness once more.

Mike awoke with a start, his eyes focusing on the crack in the plaster. The breeze through the now open window rustled his hair, and he slid out of bed to close it. Gripping the frame with both hands, he started to pull it down when he felt an odd tingling in his gut. It was similar to his danger sense, but different, far less ominous. He moved his hands away and stuck his head out the window to look around.

Without warning, a loud boom washed over the house, causing the walls to shake. The clouds hidden in the night sky above were illuminated from below by a red and yellow light, and then the whole house creaked in response to the hot, fierce gust of air that blew over it. The sky went dark, and the wind faded away into the cool air of the night.

Tink fell out of bed, scrambling for her club.

"Holy shit," he whispered, listening to the distant sound of dozens of car alarms going off at the same time. Echos of the rumble could be heard bouncing back to him from the distant hills, and Abella leaned down from above the roof, her upside-down face grimacing in pain.

"The sky was on fire," she yelled, her hands over her ears. "I almost fell off the house, it startled me!"

"Go check it out," he told her. "But be careful." He didn't dare get his hopes up.

The gargoyle nodded, and took off, vanishing into the sky. Tink joined him at the window, looking outside.

"Bad witches go boom?" she asked.

"We're about to find out." He yawned. "You know what, though? I'm beat. It's been a busy week, and tomorrow is going to be even busier."

"Husband lie down. Tink watch for rock butt." She shooed him to the bed, then planted a kiss on his forehead, her nose wrinkling. "Husband stink like demon. Need bath."

"I'll take one tomorrow." Yawning again, he lay on his side, watching the goblin keep watch until sleep came for him. This time, there was no Dreamscape or eerie visions.

Just peaceful darkness.

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Mike stepped out of the front door of the house, a cup of coffee in one hand and a book about Irish Mythology in the other. He walked over to the porch swing and sat, placing his mug on the new side table he had bought. The yard was a flurry of activity now, with Tink shouting directions at a small group of centaurs who were hauling off the lumber he had ordered online. They milled about with tools that he had ordered them, stepping in and out of the small shed Tink had built with a portal chewed through it to the greenhouse.

He tried to read his book, but there was too much going on, so he sat back and watched. It had now been a week since his return to the house, and Tink had been in rare form for several of those days. Many of the handier centaurs had been instructed in the use of power tools and were not only helping to rebuild the house, but also using the tools to build their own dwellings deep in the jungle. Mike had made it a point to check in on them, but they had been entirely too busy for much of a visit. Zel was gone most of the time as well, helping coordinate their efforts.

Yesterday morning, Tink had showed him a plan for a lumber mill. He had already ordered the necessary parts to get her started, and when they came, the centaurs were going to clear out a swathe of jungle and begin harvesting the wood to build a proper village.