Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (chromebook ebook reader TXT) 📕

no desire to do anything else with her evening, and she was obviously hung over. Peeling back the covers of the bed, she glanced up to see her copy of The Hobbit sitting by itself.

The Jenny doll was missing.

Icy fingers crawled up her spine, ran through her hair, down the sides of her neck, and all along her body. There was something about the doll, something she really didn’t like. Looking around the room, she realized that she didn’t see it anywhere, an idea that triggered a suddenly strong sense of paranoia.

Crawling beneath the covers, her only thought on the matter was that it had probably creeped her out while she was drunk and fucking herself. Promising that she would look for it in the morning, she put the matter out of her mind and fell promptly asleep.

MIKE HAD DOZED OFF in his Uber. The driver, a twenty-something wearing a black vest, gently shook him awake. “We’re at your destination, sir.” The Uber driver held the door for Mike. Mike slid out of the car, his muscles protesting. “I hope you and your daughter have a good night.”

“Thank you,” Mike said, Tink following behind him. The hoodie she had borrowed from Mike was pulled up over her head, covering most of her face. Mike had laid the groundwork when the driver had arrived, explaining that his daughter had just participated in a Youtuber’s video about Lord of the Rings or Dungeons and Dragons, he wasn’t sure, but hey, she made a hundred bucks. The driver had paid no attention to Tink whatsoever-children didn’t get to rate Uber drivers. Watching the man drive away, Mike marveled at how easy it had been to get home, definitely the easiest part of the night.

They had driven Beth home in her car, and it had taken some work to get her into the house. They had to wait until it was fairly late, so Naia had kept Beth in magically-induced sleep for the whole evening. Tink had helped Mike get Beth to her room, and then the two of them had trashed the place, making it look like she had gone on a bender.

Tink was the one who had discovered the briefcase in the closet. Even without her goggles, she had been able to get it open before Mike had finished filling the bath. For whatever reason, Tink took great delight in attaching the dildos to every surface she could find, even asking Mike if they could take one home. She had grumbled at him when he told her no.

Cecilia greeted them at the door, then vanished from sight as they crossed into the home. The whole house felt tired, a spiritual exhaustion that had settled in once Jenny had been trapped back in the doll.

It was a long climb up the stairs. Mike clutched the railing tightly, pulling himself upward. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so tired.

Tink was even slower, the little goblin mumbling to herself as they crossed the threshold of the bedroom.

Naia had a warm bath waiting for them. Mike and Tink got in, and they took turns washing each other’s backs while Naia sent jet-like pulses through the water, targeting sore muscles. Gone was any sexual energy, the day having sapped away all of their strength. Mike leaned back in the tub, Naia acting as his pillow, while he waited for Tink to wash her hair.

“Today was too much.” Mike sighed, Naia’s fingers gently massaging his shoulders. “I was feeling better this morning, but I just feel rotten now. I screwed up-someone almost got seriously hurt.”

“You’ll get the hang of this life. All of the Caretakers have.” Warmth seeped into Mike’s weary bones. “You’ve only been here a few days, after all.”

Mike stared at the ceiling. Had it really only been a few days? It felt like weeks already. This house was full of so many mysteries, and he hadn’t even made the effort to explore it yet. His thoughts turned once more to the Mandragora. He needed to stop forgetting to deal with that plant. Lost in thought, he jumped when Tink dragged her claws along the bottom of his foot, tickling him.

“Husband too serious,” she said, then gathered a mouthful of water. She stood up in the bath, striking a sexy pose and spit the water out, fountain-style, hitting Mike in the face. “Now Tink is nymph too,” she announced, grabbing her breasts and playfully squeezing them. “Use water magic, make sexy time for everyone.”

“I don’t think so,” Mike replied, making a scoop with his hands. Placing his thumb on the top, he squeezed, launching a spray of water between his thumbs at the goblin. Tink ducked, but was hit in the face anyway. Laughing, she took a deep breath and vanished beneath the surface of the water, eventually biting Mike's foot.

“Gah!” Mike yanked his foot out of the water, pulling Tink with it. He grabbed her by the horn, splashing water in her face with his free hand as she fought to defend herself. Tink twisted around and bit Mike’s forearm while she kicked water at him. Laughing, Mike tickled Tink’s bare bottom, and she let out a laugh of her own, falling back beneath the waves. Mike tried to pull Tink above the water, but Naia joined the fun, summoning several watery fingers that tickled both of them from underneath. The bathroom filled with laughter and more splashing, Tink and Mike struggling to dunk Naia, who simply disappeared beneath the water’s surface every time they shoved her.

Several minutes later, Mike stepped out of the bath, a large grin on his face. He helped Tink out, then placed a gentle kiss on Naia’s lips before she sank below the water and disappeared from sight. Mike and Tink dried off, then Tink put on her sleep shirt while Mike donned his boxers. Lying down on the bed, Mike let out a sigh when Tink grabbed onto his arm, using it like a