All Chapters of Home for Horny Monsters (Book 01): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mike stared at the Victorian style home in awe, the sheer scale of it overwhelming him. Tower-like structures gave the blue dwelling a medieval touch, and the house was ringed in simple gardens with waist high shrubs that were in desperate need of a trim. Stone lions guarded the walk to the front door, and a cobblestone path disappeared around the back."Impressive, isn't it?" Mike, startled, dropped his sleeping bag. He bent down to pick it up, feeling warmth rise up in his cheeks. "I'm afraid you have quite a task ahead of you, Mr. Radley."Mike let out a nervous laugh as Beth, his great aunt's estate representative, walked past. The woman was taller than him, very attractive, and all business. Her dark hair wrapped up in a bun, she paused to check something on her clipboard. Mike took the opportunity to admire her backside through the thin layer of her pencil skirt. Very faint panty lines ran around her buttocks, lines that Mike had trouble taking his eyes away from. She turned to

Beth stood at the front door, going over her checklist. Mike stared out the front window, watching the swinging chair rock in place. She had said his name twice before he snapped back to reality."Sorry, lost in thought," he apologized. "What did you say?""I said I can swing by tomorrow to take you shopping. Your Great Aunt had a car, but I wouldn't recommend going anywhere in it. You're going to need to get some essentials if you're going to make this place a home." Beth let the clipboard relax. "Which I hope you do. It was her utmost wish that the home stay in the family. I know you have already voiced some concerns over maintaining the property, but I really think you should give this place a shot.""Yeah, maybe." Mike gave her a small smile. "This is a unique opportunity after all.""Good. You have my business card, so don't hesitate to contact me for anything." Beth picked up her purse from the coffee table."Actually, there is something." Beth waited patiently as Mike walked ov

Surprised, Mike opened his eyes to see a woman beneath the water's surface, her hands pinned to his hips as her head bobbed up and down slowly on his dick. Her hair was light blue, the color of sapphires, and she appeared as if a ghost, the light of the room passing through her body. Confused, he withdrew a hand from the water and pinched his own cheek."Urgh!" That had hurt! He grabbed the side of the tub with one hand and fought to pull free. The woman beneath the water bobbed her head frantically, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she pulled him farther into the back of her throat. Gasping for air, Mike tried to slide away from her, this strange specter, but she clamped her hands against his ass and pulled his cock in as deep as it would go.He had been too close to the edge already. Moaning, his cock spurted out rope after rope of cum, filling her throat and traveling down to her stomach. He gave up the struggle, the fight leaving him as her body became more solid

"Swapped. No taking, an even exchange." She stood up, water trailing from her body. "It's like a gift, but magic always needs an equivalent exchange. By taking part of your soul, you and I are forever connected. By taking part of my soul, you have been given certain gifts.""You can't just take-" the watery orb now had a twin, and tiny lights sparkled within, relaxing him. "So, what, I go to Hell now or something?""Silly man." Naia splashed the water at him playfully. "This isn't some demonic pact or anything. When you die, your soul goes with you and the piece I gave you comes back to me. So relax. As long as I don't terminate the spell early, our continued existence benefits each other."Mike sighed, rubbing his head. This was too much. "Okay, so tell me about these benefits.""Traditionally, precognition, mind reading, things like that. However, those have fallen out of vogue, as the last thing we want is for you to call attention to yourself, or this house. Instead, you will find

Mike stared at the canned lights in the ceiling. Magical artifacts? This night had taken a strange, impossible turn. "It shouldn't be too hard to figure out where these magic artifacts are kept. The house is big, but it's not that big."Naia smirked, kissing Mike on the lips. "You keep telling yourself that." Yawning, Naia stretched. "I'm exhausted. You get some of that muck pulled from the fountain, and you and I can stay up all night if you like.""Consider it done." He stayed with her for a while, but the water grew cold. Bidding her a good night, he watched as she vanished beneath the water's surface, the cool liquid flowing down the bath drain. Drying himself off, he stretched out on the giant bed. Within moments, he was asleep.-The bed was probably a hundred years old. God alone knew how old the mattress was. Somehow, Mike awoke from easily the best night's sleep in years. His body was in the same position it had been when he fell asleep. Yawning, he stepped down on the hard w