Radley's Home for Horny Monsters by Annabelle Hawthorne (best novels for teenagers .TXT) 📗

Memories of Emily

Mike was dead.

Well, not all the way. Opening his eyes to the blinding light coming through the curtains, he realized that the sensation of death was no more than the events of the last two days catching up with him. He groaned, sliding out of bed and sitting on the floor. His legs wobbled beneath him, muscles protesting his attempts to stand. His head pounding, he stumbled into the bathroom and leaned against the bathroom sink.

“You’re a mess this morning, aren’t you?” Naia’s head and shoulders were visible in the tub, her body magically hidden in three inches of water.

“Yeah. I feel like I have the flu.” Mike inspected his body in the mirror. The tiny cuts from the Mandragora and wrestling with the elemental were all scabbed over now, but the bruise on his hip had gotten larger, turning an ugly yellow. Some more bruises had appeared along his thighs, and his stomach muscles were sore from last night’s activities. “Can I get some hot water in that thing?”

Naia vanished, and the tub rapidly began filling with steaming water. Mike climbed in and lay on his back as the tub filled around him. As the water level climbed, Naia reappeared beneath him, pushing up from beneath. The back of his head was between her breasts, her body acting like a giant bath pillow. Mike closed his eyes.

“What do you need from me, lover?” Naia asked, her hands wandering across his body.

“Just keep doing that. It feels good.” Mike’s head was pounding, his neck and shoulders super tight. He thought back to the events of yesterday. “Please tell me yesterday was the exception.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I was attacked by the Mandragora, nearly eaten by it, saved by a gargoyle, fucked by a gargoyle, nearly incinerated by a fire elemental, made up with Cecilia, boned a banshee, and came up here to get caught in a game of orgasm volleyball with you.” Mike held up an arm, looking at all the scratches. “For starters, none of that is believable. At all. How does so much happen in one day?”

“You’re getting wound up,” Naia murmured, stroking the water’s surface. Thousands of vibrating fingers beneath the water found the sore spots on Mike’s body and gently pushed against him. “Your body needs to rest if you’re going to heal.”

“Ow, shit. That hurts, but it also feels good.” Mike put his arm down, trying harder to relax. “Seriously, though. Was every day this hard for Emily?”

“No. She had a few bad days early on though, that much I remember. She did have one day so bad that it led to her becoming a shut-in.”

“Tell me more. And keep doing that.” Mike sighed, pressing against Naia’s body. The water fingers twisted beneath him, and he felt his tightly-wound muscles relaxing. “I’m curious to know if she was as big a screw up as I am.”

“I can do better than that.” Naia placed her fingers along Mike’s temples. “How about I show you instead?”

“Wait, wha-“

EMILY SLID OUT OF BED, her white nightgown creeping up her thighs, revealing pale blue panties beneath. She stretched, golden curls tumbling chaotically around her shoulders. The birds outside were singing love songs to one another, and her window was open, wreathed in vines that had sprouted pretty flowers.

“Why good morning, my dear.” Emily lifted one vine away from the sill, planting a delicate kiss on its green flesh. The Mandragora shivered in delight, several more flowers opening in response. “I’ll come down and visit with you later, sweet pea.” The vines, content that Emily was up, withdrew, closing the window quietly behind them. Emily stripped off her nightgown, then scratched the skin under her breasts as she went into the bathroom to pee.

“Naia?” she called. There was a splash from the tub. After wiping and flushing, Emily left her panties on the floor and walked to where Naia waited, her breasts bobbing along the surface of the water.

“Good morning, lover.” Naia moved away from the edge, allowing Emily to enter. Emily sank into the warm water, letting out a loud sigh. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a dragon.” Emily lifted a silver bucket from the side of the tub. She pulled out a brush, shampoo, soap, and a rag. “Last night was a lot of fun. I’m so glad I was able to get so many of us together in the garden for a movie.”

“I liked the plot. It was fun seeing all the moving pictures, but I thought it was kind of sad when the witch melted because she got wet.” Naia flicked the water, and magic bubbles sprouted all along its surface. “I think Tink might have taken your projector apart after everyone went to bed, by the way.”

Emily rolled her eyes. “That figures. Those projectors aren’t just expensive-they’re very hard to come by. Rotten little goblin is nothing but trouble.” After soaking the rag in water, she washed her arms and chest with soap. “If I don’t keep her busy, she’s liable to take apart the whole damn house. Do you remember when she took apart the fridge to see where the cold air was being stored? I feel like I need to start buying her puzzles just to keep her busy.”

“That isn’t a bad idea.” Naia moved closer to Emily. “Us monsters like to be kept busy.”

“Indeed you do.” Emily placed a kiss on Naia’s soft lips. “Let me wash my hair first.”

“Or you can let me do it.”

Emily obliged, turning her back to Naia. Summoning a large water sphere, Naia then swirled it in circles over Emily’s head. Emily added shampoo to the mix, creating a giant, frothy sphere that twirled her hair in place. The sphere broke, dropping suds into the water. Emily used the silver bucket to rinse her hair out, squeezing the remaining soap out. Naia helped too, her long delicate fingers tugging at Emily’s locks.

The suds and bubbles made the surface of the