CHAPTER 8

A tiny groan escaped his lips when the hands found the base of his cock and began stroking him. The stroking stopped, and then fingers circled his shaft and squeezed while rising, disappearing once they reached the top. He shuddered and moaned into his hot towel.

"More," he mumbled.

"Oh, I'll give you more." Naia's hands remained on his head, but tiny mouths licked and kissed his cock. He bucked his hips a little, and his own magic came to life, deep inside his belly. It was magic born of a sexual union with the banshee Cecilia, a cross between her fae nature and the nymph magic that Naia had bestowed upon Mike on the day he had become the Caretaker of his house. He could sense danger when it was near, had essentially no refractory period, and could generate electricity that caused powerful orgasms.

While not harmful, he had recently discovered that this electricity caused a tiny piece of his soul to swap with whoever he was fucking. As a result, he imagined his soul was now a patchwork quilt of nearly everyone in the house. He had already begun manifesting some of his housemates' traits, but aside from being able to scream like a banshee, they all seemed to be minor.

A small mass landed on his belly, and he tried to move, but his wrists were held in place by strong hands.

"Go ahead, Olivia." said Naia.

The fairy let out a cheer and he felt her walk across his belly until she stood next to his cock. The tiny mouths vanished, and he heard the fluttering of wings quickly become an intense buzzing sound. Wondering what on earth the fairy was up to, his hips bucked when he felt the vibrating wings tickle the edge of his glans, a sensation very similar to a magic bullet on crack.

"Holy... nggh!" He did his best to hold still, but the sensation was both ticklish and pleasurable. Olivia was clearly moving around his crotch, her wings fluttering across his frenulum. He gasped several times, his magic spreading across his body in waves.

"Hmm. It looks like you're getting close," Naia told him, and she let go of his head. When she removed the towel from his face, he looked down to see Olivia hungrily licking the opening of his cock and lapping up what she could of his precum before Naia shooed her away.

The nymph straddled him with her long, beautiful legs and lifted her gown just enough so that it wouldn't catch between them. With a wink, she sank onto him, taking his massive cock inside of her.

Mike moaned, and Naia playfully swiveled her hips until she had sunk all the way down onto him. Her innards swirled in circles, and he felt those same fingers begin jacking him off in discrete movements. The water beneath him pushed him forward until he was in a sitting position with Naia right in front of him. He tried to grab the nymph but was puzzled when he realized that the water was still restraining him.

"Naia?" Confused, he watched her pull the scissors from a pocket in her gown.

"Oh, I don't want you to move. I might mess up your hair." She leaned forward, her vagina squeezing him tightly while he slid out of her. Naia used her fingers to measure a few lengths of hair and made a couple of snips before sinking onto him again. Mike gasped, but she continued cutting his hair this way, her pussy clenching him tightly with every thrust. The water held him by the neck and shoulders now, preventing him from moving while she fucked him, and his whole body pulsed with energy.

She worked quickly, shearing away his excess locks in a matter of minutes, every snip of the scissors punctuated with the sensation of her curvaceous ass slamming into his thighs. He groaned, the electricity jumping between the two of them, and Naia's lowered the scissors more than once to catch her breath before continuing.

"Naia, please... don't stop." He was so close, his cock twitching every time she sank down on him.

The nymph smirked and settled her movements. "Your sideburns aren't even yet," she told him, then pulled a straight edge razor from her kit.

Mike's throat went dry as he did his best to hold still. Naia was now doing slight pelvic thrusts that sent jolts of pleasure straight to his spine. She dragged the razor across his skin, and he barely felt a thing as the water splashed him clean after each pass. Apparently, she had given several haircuts to the Caretakers of the house over the years, but he had no idea where she gained her abilities with the razor in her hand. She leaned forward and squared off his neckline without even looking at it.

He felt there were plenty of rational explanations for how she could do it, but it really came down to one word: magic.

"Hmm." Naia folded up the razor and grabbed Mike's chin, tilting his face back and forth. "Looks good."

"I bet it does." His voice squeaked when she squeezed his cock with her vagina. Her innards now felt like a series of fingers squeezing and stroking his sensitive shaft.

"But it seems like you're still a bit stressed." Her hips undulated on top of him. "If only I knew of a way to—"

Mike yanked his arms free of her watery lashes and grabbed her by the hips. Naia laughed when he tipped her onto her back, the water jets moving beneath them to support her weight as well. He held her tightly while he pounded her, his cock growing even harder when he heard her cry out his name. Her clitoris was swollen and hard now, the nymph's pearl pressing against him.