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

of trying to find a way to wake himself up, a broken portion of his mind had decided this was the best course of action.

He tried swimming away, but the ocean simply generated twenty foot waves which dumped him back in the yard. The house and its furniture were useless. He even tried killing himself to wake up, but sharp objects couldn’t pierce his skin, and apparently he could breathe underwater. Even though it was his Dreamscape, clearly Lily had control over what he was allowed to do.

He debated building a trap to summon her back, but he knew absolutely nothing about succubi. Would a stake through the heart do it? Could he trick her into a bargain that he could later break?

If nothing else, time was on his side. He tried keeping notes to himself, but his writing was clumsy, and he couldn’t read anything once he penned it down, the pages of his books switching places once they were closed. His reflection was sporadic at best, one time showing up late to the mirror with its hair all ruffled like he had just gotten it out of bed. Another week passed, and his mother’s presence had developed into an angry mist that followed him around. Luckily, it dispersed when he was out swimming, so he hid out in the front yard.

There was no sun in the Dreamscape. The sky was either bright blue, or dark. Even the stars wouldn’t come out. Without needing to eat or drink, Mike spent most of his time wandering around his tiny island, tuning out the angry hissings of his dead mother by swimming in the ocean. He wondered what Dr. Gorman would make of that.

At the start of the third week, he had had enough. The angry mother mist was starting to gain facial features, and he knew that he would break if her apparition became real. Standing on the edge of the island, he called out to the horizon. “Okay, let’s make a deal!”

“Took you long enough.”

Mike spun around to see Lily, sans wings and tail, sitting in a beach chair sipping on a fruity drink. She wore a red and black bikini, shades, and a wide-brimmed hat. Also, for some reason, she was still in the thigh-high boots.

“Where did you get that?” he asked her, pointing at the drink.

“About two thousand miles that way.” She pointed. “Built myself a beach resort, populated it with some souls of the Damned, made them wait on me hand and foot. Tell me more about this deal, or I am going back.”

“Okay, I-”

You just can’t wait to fuck her, can you! You nasty little weirdo! The mist was swirling around him, shouting from several directions at once.

“Ugh, hold on.” Lily snapped her fingers. A large breeze captured the mist and drove it out to sea. “Yeah, I wondered how bad that would get. Figured you would crack days ago, so hey. Kudos.”

“Thank you. Um.” Mike bit his lip, unsure where to start. “So, you want my soul, which means I die.”

“Yep.” She took a long sip from her drink.

“I don’t want to die.”

“Duh.”

“So, I wondered if we could strike a bargain.”

“Uh-uh. I’m not going to settle for anything less than the complete consumption of your precious soul.” Lily sucked on her straw, frowning when it gurgled at her, her drink depleted. “Fuck.” She tossed the cup to the side. It struck the ground and shattered into a small pile of glass. The shards scurried away, crawling like caterpillars.

“Well, that’s just it. I was thinking maybe we could make a wager. A game of sorts. If you win, I consent. It’s done. No waiting around this shithole for eighty years, for either of us.”

“Meh.” Lily wobbled her hand. “Not that exciting for me. I would rather spend eighty years fucking around with you than playing some dumb game.”

“Well, hold on, you haven’t heard what the game is.” Mike beckoned, and a kitchen chair he had brought outside four days ago slid across the yard and stopped behind him. Lily arched one of her brows. He sat down and crossed his legs casually. “I think we should play a sex game.”

Lily stared at him, mouth open. “Wait, you’re serious? A sex game? With me? Why not just let me fuck you and get it over with?”

“That’s just it. I have to do more than fuck you. I have to come inside of you, don’t I?”

Lily nodded. “And?”

“Well, this is my offer. We agree to some ground rules, and then we fuck. Whoever has three orgasms first loses.”

Lily’s eyes widened, and she laughed. “Oh my God, if my drink hadn’t been empty, that shit would have come right out of my nose. Seriously, an orgasm contest? Do you know who you are talking to? I practically invented orgasms!”

“And I’m willing to bet it’s been awhile since you had one. A good one, anyway.”

Lily stopped laughing. “What makes you say that?”

Mike shrugged. “Just a feeling I get. You suck a few dudes off in their sleep to avoid killing them. I imagine you only get truly satisfied when you can fuck someone who doesn’t die on you when they blow their load.”

“Oh, you’re funny. This is too good!” Lily clapped her hands. “This actually sounds like fun! I can picture the stupid look on your face, the one you will have when you are coming in my mouth, knowing that you’ll die when you are finished.”

“So what is your counteroffer? If I win, what can you put on the table?”

“Why bother? You can’t win.” Lily stretched, her belly tightening up, revealing her muscles. “Oh, wow, this is too good. A mortal challenging me to a fuck off.”

“But what do I get?” Mike pressed. “If I win, what are you offering?”

“I’m sure you want to live. We could do that.”

“Nope, not good enough. You let me live, you could easily pull this shit tomorrow night, and then this whole mess starts over again.”

“Ooh, look at you, catching the obvious?