Chapter 14: Bigger on the Inside

“Ugh.” Mike held up a hand to shut out the sun’s light. It had been a late night trying to lay down all the new sod in the front yard. The lightning blasts and storm had killed off most of it, and only a few of the shrubs had survived. The delivery had showed up six hours late, and Mike and the others had to hastily unroll the sod beneath a scorching afternoon sun. Tink had crawled into bed with dirt on her hands and feet, her goggles pulled down over her neck. Mike had fallen asleep in his shirt, his back sore from hauling sod.

“Rise and shine, lover.” Naia called out from the bath. “Sofia said to tell you that breakfast is ready, and if you don’t come down soon, there won’t be any left.”

“Mergh.” He slid out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom.

“You’re filthy,” Naia declared, standing on the surface of the water in the tub.

“Yeah. I was so tired.” He stretched, his joints cracking. A yawn slipped out of him. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“Remodel of the garage. Zel hates the current setup, but she hasn’t said anything to you yet. I think Tink used your computer to order the parts already.”

“Sounds good.” It had been over a week since he had chased the Society away, and he had spent those days fixing the mess they had made. He pulled off all his clothes and tossed them in the hamper. “Anything else?”

“It’s the big day.” Naia helped him into the tub so he wouldn’t slip. She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Beth will be here any minute to make it final.”

“Excellent.” He closed his eyes, and felt the water in the tub surge around him. It took only a few seconds, the powerful vortex of water scrubbing his skin clean. The water fell back down with a splash, and Naia lathered his hair with shampoo. “I’m hoping things slow down soon. I feel like things have been a little hectic.”

“At least nobody is trying to kill you today.” She pressed herself against him again, her breasts squishing against him. The water vortex worked its magic, and Mike opened his eyes. Naia gave him a kiss on the nose.

“Thanks,” he told her and got out of the tub. The water on his skin stayed behind, and he was instantly dry. He put on some clean clothes and left his room, closing the door behind him. The smell of fresh food made his mouth water, and he jogged quietly down the stairs, ducking at the bottom to avoid the sudden swirl of fairy lights over his head. As far as he could tell, Blue had run off with a piece of bacon, and Red and Green had given chase.

“It’s about time.” Sofia said, then set an extra plate on the table. She wore an apron over her gown. “I figured you were going to sleep through breakfast.” Tink was already at the table, his laptop just to the left of her plate. She opened her mouth wide to shove in syrup covered waffles.

“Do I smell bacon?” he asked.

“Blue took the last piece. She was the early bird, she got the worm.” Sofia handed him a cup of coffee. “You’ll have to settle for sausage and toast.”

“I feel so punished.” He smiled at her, but she didn’t return it. He took a sip of the coffee. “Tastes good.”

“Of course it does.” She rolled her eye. “Everything I make tastes great.”

“I think you taste great.” He reached around her and gave her ass a pinch. Her cheeks turned red. “Even if you are a little sour at first.”

Sofia stayed quiet, but he saw the slight smile on her lips just as he looked away. “Today’s the big day Tink. Are we ready?”

“Think so,” Tink replied. At least, he thought that’s what she said. It was hard to hear around the mouthful of waffles. He patted her on the head and sat down next to her. She was busy filling up his online shopping cart with decorative wood.

“Has anybody seen Dana?” Mike noticed that she wasn’t at breakfast. Even though she didn’t eat, she had been there every morning.

“She said she left you a note.” Sofia pushed some sausages from her skillet onto his plate. “On the table by the front door.”

“Ok, thank you.” He put some butter on his toast. “Hey, do we have any-”

Sofia slid some scrambled eggs onto his plate.

“Thank you.” He ate quietly, watching Tink scroll through six different websites to find what she needed. He cringed at the amount of syrup she was getting on his keyboard, but stayed quiet. He barely had time to use the laptop anymore, and he had passed on several of his clients to other web developers already. Mike’s days of working a normal job were nearly over.

“Mmm!” Tink licked her fingers clean then slid off her chair and disappeared around the corner. He figured she was off to go fix something important. He slid his laptop over and gave it a quick wipe down with a damp paper towel before doing some shopping of his own.

His phone rang on the counter. Sofia handed it to him.

“Hey.” It was Beth.

“I’m on my way back right now,” she told him. “I will probably be there in just over an hour.”

“How did it go?”

“We had some trouble, but nothing we couldn’t handle.” He could hear the smile in her voice through the phone’s speaker. “I got everything I needed, so we are headed your way now.”

“Stay out of trouble.” He hung up the phone then finished his eggs. He helped Sofia with the dishes then walked out into the front room. He noticed immediately that the grandfather clock was gone. He looked around and saw that a large white envelope with his name had appeared on the mantle.

“Uh oh.” He approached the mantle and opened the note to read its contents. He let out a sigh, then tucked it in his back pocket. There was nothing he could do about it now. He walked to the back door to see that Zel and Tink stood by the fountain, scrutinizing a diagram that Zel had drawn. He didn’t feel like getting involved yet, so walked out the front door of the house to be alone.

Well, almost alone. Cecilia was on her swing, watching the front yard. He gave her a wave, then walked down the steps to where the sundial was. He gave it another twist, setting the defenses in place for twenty four more hours. He didn’t feel the need to wait until it was almost done before resetting it.

“Did you sleep well?” Cecilia asked him when he stepped back onto the porch. He shrugged, then sat down next to her.

“I did, but not enough.”

“I have always wondered what it would be like to sleep. Sometimes, if I sit long enough, my mind wanders to old memories.”

“It can be like that. I used to dream a lot about my childhood.”

“You don’t anymore?”

“Not like I did. Those dreams weren’t very good, but I quit having them not too long after I moved in. Our dreams are a place where our greatest desires or worst fears can find us. They can be chaotic or detailed, logical or just plain weird. I had a dream in college once that I became a pizza, and the other kids in the dorm were eating me and I got really upset because I was afraid I would miss my finals.”

“That ... is really weird.”

Mike laughed. “Yeah. It didn’t make sense. I guess the best way to describe dreaming would be if your memories blurred together and you ended up remembering things wrong or different than they actually happened.”

“I see.” A small grin appeared on her face. “Do you ever dream about me?

“Why dream when I have the real deal?” Mike affectionately ran his fingers through her hair, shivering when the cold sparks jumped to his hand. He was about to say something else when he noticed a flash of red beneath the strands of white. He used his fingers to pull it free.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” A long streak of her hair was now a deep red. “Your hair. It’s a different color here.”

“I was wondering.” A shy smile appeared on her face. “Ever since our time in the cave, I have felt a little bit different. It’s almost like a small part of you got left behind, a warm part that keeps me company in the wee hours.”

“I think the same thing may have happened to me. When I was trapped in Baba Yaga’s school, my soul had a white tuft of hair, and the sparks were there when Ratu and I had sex. What does it mean?”

“I’m not sure. My kind was never built to be with your kind, and maybe this is the price.”

“It would have to be more than that.” Mike thought about what Naia had told him. “Part of my soul is a nymph’s soul. Did we do the same thing? Did part of my soul swap with yours?”

“My kind do not have souls, not in the sense that you or Naia do. But I wonder - nymphs perform magic through sexual acts. If you are part nymph, then that could mean that you perform a similar kind of magic through sex. Something happened to me in the cave, something wonderful. For a little while, I felt the cool air on my skin and the wind in my face. So many emotions ran through my being, I couldn’t process any of them.”

“When the magic was done, I thought it was temporary, wild magic as a result of our coupling. But some sort of spell has been cast, and I think it means that I will carry a part of you with me forever.” She leaned into him, sliding her arm around his and holding it tightly. “I would gladly pay such a price again.”

Mike felt it then, that surge of electrical energy. It migrated through his body, his arm hairs standing up on end as she charged him up. Somewhere, deep inside himself, he felt something resonate, magic of his own that wanted to sing along.

“Cecilia, I-” He was interrupted by the sounds of boots striking wood, Lily appearing before them in a puff of smoke. Lily flipped her hair over her shoulder, adjusting the tight white button-down she was wearing. She held a paper plate in one hand with a large piece of cake.

“Sorry to interrupt. Beth’s farewell party just finished, so she will be here in a bit.” Lily used her finger to remove a large chunk of frosting, then sucked it into her mouth. “I brought you some of her cake.”

Mike took the plate from her and laughed. Lily had licked the cake clean of any sugar. “How did you teleport here from there?”

“I can always teleport to my ho-” Lily froze, and she stuck her finger in her mouth, licking imaginary frosting off of it. “To the place where my master is. It’s no different from being commanded to return to my ruby, it prevents me from running away.”

“So if I asked you to return here, no matter where you were, it would just happen?”

“I ... yes. But I wouldn’t be very happy about it.” Lily grabbed some cake off of Mike’s plate and stuffed it into his mouth. “Speaking of, I need something from you.”

“All you have to do is ask.” Mike ate a piece of cake off of his plate. “What do you need?”

“You.” Lily turned around and planted her ass in his lap. The swing wobbled with the sudden weight, and Cecilia slid over to make room for her. She grabbed Mike’s hand and placed it on her stomach. “But don’t make a big deal about it.”

“Lily, I...” he stopped talking when she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. It suddenly occurred to him that he had never actually touched her in the real world. She wiggled her butt from side to side, teasing an erection out of him.

“Don’t worry, I totally have an agenda. Nothing has changed between us.” She tilted her head to the side. “Now kiss my neck.”

Mike obliged, starting up by her ear and moving down to the crook in her shoulder. Her white blouse slid to the side, and he could see down her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, her dark nipples rigid beneath the fabric. He gave them another squeeze, appreciating how supple they felt.

An icy blast of air hit him from the side, and his breath immediately fogged up. He turned his head to see that Cecilia’s eyes had narrowed at the two of them, her hair already standing on end.

“Oh relax,” Lily said, her fingers hooking into the top of the banshee’s dress. “We’re sharing today.” She gave a hard yank, and Cecilia floated toward them, her eyes widening in surprise when Lily kissed her. Tendrils of ice formed on Lily’s face, so she broke contact.

“Wow, kissing you is like licking an iceberg! Brr!” She licked her lips, turning her head toward Mike. “Kiss him. I want to see it up close.”

Mike thought Cecilia would argue, but was surprised when she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him. Her body floated in the air, the air filling with electricity. He fondled her breasts through her dress with one hand and stroked her neck with the other. While he did that, Lily’s hands untucked his shirt and slid beneath the fabric, moving along his hips and ribs. She dry humped him through his pants, her black dress pants making a shushing sound while she moved.

Mike fought with Cecilia’s dress to get his hands onto her skin. Her dress fought back, pushing his hands away from her cool skin. Lily was busy pulling Mike’s cock free of his pants but her eyes were on Cecilia’s supernaturally clingy outfit.

“That’s spooky,” she declared before sucking Mike’s dick into her mouth. Her tongue toyed with his urethra, the head of his cock becoming engorged inside of her mouth. She licked the full length of his shaft, her drool making his cock shine in the morning light. The cool feel of Cecilia’s lips on his contrasted beautifully with the sensation of Lily’s hot mouth and whenever she disconnected from his cock, a spark jumped from the head of his dick to her lips.

Cecilia reached down to help pump his shaft while Lily sucked on it and her cool touch thrilled him even farther. She stroked him with a tight squeeze at the base of his shaft, then a soft grip when her hand slid back down.

“Whoa!” Lily jerked her head back, rubbing at her eyes. “Your hand went through my face!”

“Sorry,” Cecilia muttered. “I have to concentrate to touch people, and I wasn’t thinking about touching you.”

“Don’t think twice about it. In fact, I have an idea.” Lily pulled Cecilia down to join her. “I want to see you blow him.”

“You don’t have to-” Mike began, but Cecilia didn’t hesitate to suck him into her mouth. Static built up along the swinging bench, and he shivered. Lily licked his balls while Cecilia focused on the glans of his penis, and their fire and ice routine had his muscles tightening up in a hurry. He was taking heavy breaths now, each expulsion of air sending a cascade of bright white sparks onto the heads of the two women fellating him.

“Keep going,” Lily hissed, backing away. “Focus on his cock. What a good little screamer.” She pushed down on the back of Cecilia’s head, her hands suddenly passing through. Mike wondered what she was up to when she stood up, her pants disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Lily put a finger to her lips, a sly grin on her face. She mounted Mike, her hips passing through Cecilia’s head. The banshee kept focus, her lips and tongue working their magic as Mike’s cock slid into the succubus.

“Holy ... fuuuuuuuck!” Mike grabbed the swing with both hands, his hips shaking. Cecilia’s head bobbed up and down through LIly, the succubus giving a playful grin and swiveling her hips from side to side. Mike’s hips bucked on their own, the sparks now making his muscles contract.

“Gah!” Cecilia lifted her head away, a long trail of spit connecting them. “No fair!”

“Come here.” Lily pushed Cecilia into the air, her body floating. Cecilia held onto Mike’s shoulders while Lily fought with her skirt. “Ok, the clinging clothes thing is weird.”

“You have a bug tail...” Cecilia whispered so that only Mike could hear. It made him laugh.

“Just need you to concentrate long enough for me to do this. Now sit.”

“Yes please,” Cecilia murmured, her hips floating onto Lily’s lap. Mike could see that Lily had pulled her panties to one side and had slid a finger inside of the banshee.

“Focus on just my hands. Shit, this is going to be so hot.” Lily placed her hands on Cecilia’s hips, her fingers passing through her the first couple of times. “I can honestly say this is my first time trying this,” she said once she had a grip, guiding Cecilia’s hips through her own and onto Mike’s dick. Mike let out a low moan when he felt the cold touch of Cecilia’s labia spreading around him, his cock already buried deep inside of Lily. The shocks passing between them were making his legs shake, and both Cecilia and Lily moaned counterpoint to one another.

“Gods!” the banshee cried. Cecilia’s hands found Mike’s shoulders, and she moved slowly up and down, capturing Mike’s body heat through his cock. Lily timed her own movements so that she was rising as Cecilia was sinking, the women moving opposite of each other. Lily’s hands were on Mike’s ass, and she leaned back, her tail pushing off the ground to keep her up. The top of her vaginal wall rubbed against the head of Mike’s cock while Cecilia slid forward, squeezing his cock from both sides.

Mike felt like the world was spinning around him. His brain couldn’t process the influx of pleasure, and his whole body tingled from within. Sparks had formed across his whole body, jumping back and forth among all three of them. Lily let out a guttural growl when they hit her and she shifted her hand to her crotch, frantically rubbing her clit. This seemed to have an effect on Cecilia, her hair billowing wildly through Lily. Her voice climbed higher with every moan, and Mike squeezed her breasts through her dress, his own breath getting away from him.

When Cecilia came, all of the electricity jumped onto her, crawling across her skin like tiny magical spiders. She let out an ear piercing wail, and Mike and Lily both plugged their ears. The circling storm of electricity flowed up to her hair and burst, bolts of miniature lightning jumping the gap between Mike and LIly as she disappeared from view. The sudden lack of sensation from her disappearance was enough to allow Mike to hold off his own orgasm which caused the sparks on him to make the journey across his legs to the succubus.