A Small Beeping Sound

Ally's eyes opened to the dead of night. Jenny's head fell into the crook of her neck, and she could feel the soft, even breath of the girl sleeping next to her. No, not just "the girl." Her girlfriend. The thought tap-danced across her chest with a happy rhythm. She'd never had a girlfriend before -- or a boyfriend, for that matter. She hoped she was doing everything right.

At first, she hadn't realized that anything had awakened her at all. But as she shut her eyes again, she definitely heard it: A small, polite beep. The kind she might have heard from a heart monitor, or some other machine sitting patiently by a hospital bed. It was strange; the house seemed so antiquated at times she forgot that real technology existed. Nonetheless, the beep was annoying as shit. It seemed that each time she cuddled close to Jenny, each time she was about to drift back off into a pleasant dream, the beep woke her.

Where was it coming from? She rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes and stood from the bed, careful not to wake Jenny. Ally yawned, sort of wanting to hop back in the shower. She loved the smell of Jenny's sweat and spit, but walking around the house sticky and cold wasn't super appealing as an option. Plus, she needed to change clothes; every piece of clothing on her had some amount of her own cum marking it. She felt a little dirty, in a good way and in a bad way. She could never have imagined herself so cum-stained before arriving. It felt... better than she thought it would. It felt almost normal. It made her feel almost normal.

She replaced her underwear and her T-shirt, picking the largest, most oversized shirt she owned to hide her waist beneath its overhang. She knew it was cliche to go hunting around a haunted house for a strange noise in the middle of the night, especially in her underwear, but she didn't want to dig around her suitcase for pants -- she just wanted to turn off whatever was beeping and then get right back to sleep.

Should she wake Jenny? She decided against it. Might as well let her get her sleep. Plus, this was Ally's own childhood home. Was she really scared to wander it alone?

She stepped away from her childhood bedroom, following the beep down the long, ornate hallway. Her eyes scanned the walls, looking for a light that might be beeping, or a sign of something broken. But the hallway seemed entirely dark, and the walls so empty they appeared porous, like Ally could stick a finger through the wooden planks of the wall and find a hundred different hidden alcoves... Alcoves from which someone could be watching her...

She pulled her overly large shirt down more tightly around her waist. If someone was watching, might as well not show off her bulge. Even soft, she formed an annoyingly large outline against her panties, the kind impossible to hide from anyone wanting to look. But that was kind of hot, too, she thought. No one could ignore her size. Even if she was with Jenny, and liked Jenny, maybe even loved her, a little, wouldn't it be fun to just wander around, turning on everyone, making everyone obsessed with her cock? Yeah, it would be.

The beep distracted her from her thoughts. She knew she was getting closer, because the sound was growing louder and louder, though she'd wandered so far down the hall that she was no longer familiar with her surroundings. Or... had this part of the house even existed before? She passed the shadowy outlines of paintings that she was certain she'd never seen before, was certain hadn't been there when she and Jenny ran down the hall earlier in the night. Again, she felt eyes watching her, like she was in an old Scooby Doo cartoon and the eyes of the paintings were moving with her... but it was too dark to say for certain.

Ally knew for a fact, though, the the staircase hadn't been there before. Before her, at the end of the hallway, stood an ornate, velvet-carpeted staircase, leading up and out of sight. And the beep was coming from the top of the stairs.

Well, she'd come this far. She took one step, then another, onto the velvety stairs. They made no sound as she climbed them, as though she were no longer walking on the rickety wood and cold stone of Scream House, but on something more etherial, something not quite of this world. Her feet sank into the steps as she climbed, like the house itself was trying to embrace her, trying to draw her in. At the top of the staircase, she stepped onto a small landing in front of a pale, wooden door. Ally let out the breath she'd been holding in, and placed her hand on the door's golden doorknob. Then she twisted her hand and pushed.

The door opened with a loud, obvious creak. Ally blinked. The interior of the room was lit by torchlight, a single torch on each of the four walls. The room itself wasn't all that large, just slightly bigger than her bedroom, though it seemed wider, emptier, like the walls only existed where the light touched them, and beyond that decayed into endless shadow. She identified immediately the source of the beeping sound: A collection of monitors sat on a desk in the center of the room, some turned towards her, so she could see footage, like camera footage, viewing the inside of the house alongside charts that Ally couldn't understand at a glance.

In the corner of the room, in the nook of shadows created by the absence of torchlight, sat a risen throne, on which sat a woman staring down at a notebook in her hands. No, not quite a woman... exactly. The creature was woman-like, but a single horn rose from the right side of her head, solid and minotaur-like, a golden ring hanging from its tip. Her eyes were a cold blue, as was her eye-shadow, which seemed ingrained into her skin rather than painted on -- her skin itself was pale, practically white, with soft undertones of that same icy blue. The woman wore nothing but a lab-coat, like a white doctor's jacket, that concealed almost the entirety of her upper body as she held the notebook in front of her, over crossed legs.

"Well, took you long enough," the woman said, glancing up at Ally for a second before returning to her notes. "I was beginning to worry you wouldn't find me."

"Um," Ally said.

"Close the door behind you, girl," the woman ordered and Ally, despite her instincts not to, shut the door as quickly and quietly as possible.

"Who are you?" Ally asked. "What's with the... horn?"

"Of course you wouldn't remember," the woman said, sounding frustrated.

"Remember what?"

"I've known you since you were a little baby, Allyson," the woman said, a dismissive tone lingering on your voice. "Your grandfather had me extend my protections to you. You've never been sick, have you? Not once in your life?"

"Not since I was a kid..." Ally said.

"Right, that little scare. Hardly my fault. One of the others was trying to sink her teeth into you, I bet..."

"The others?" Ally asked. "What in the world is going on here? Who are you?"

"Call me whatever you will," the woman said. "We have little use for names. I have been referred to before as the Doctor or the Scientist, but these are passing, insignificant titles. I am one of the spirits of Scream House, a demon from the world beneath."

"Uh... Uh-huh," Ally said, wanting to explain to the woman that demons didn't exist, but seeing the horn and her pale skin and strange eyes, decided it would be best to accept her words as truth.

"You swallowed a pill some hours ago, did you not?" The demon asked. Ally nodded. "Well, let's see then." The woman gestured for Ally to lower her panties, and Ally, more confused than frightened, acquiesced, lowering her underwear until her soft dick flopped out between them, her balls rubbing against the inside of her thigh. "Wonderful," the Scientist said, licking her lips. "You seem to have grown in nicely."

Ally's cock twitched at the compliment, growing hard beneath the woman's icy blue gaze and the teasing tone of her praise. The woman nodded at her.

"Very, very nice," she said. "Now I understand there are many within the house currently vying for its magic, am I correct in that understanding?"

Ally nodded, thinking of the woman from the Church, and feeling her cock thicken further as she pictured Sister Enna and Sister Lucille's bodies.

"You may take care of yourself in my presence, dear," the Scientist said, gesturing towards Ally's cock. "I do not mind." Ally placed a hand around her penis, gliding it softly back and forth. She'd never really masturbated before, and certainly not in front of someone else... She felt her nipples harden beneath her T-shirt and wished Jenny were here to lick her... "Though do your best to stay focused," the woman reminded her. "We have important matters to discuss."

"Mmhmm," Ally nodded, spitting into her palm to rub the cool slickness across her length as she listened to the woman speak. Ally wished the woman would pull back her coat or uncross her legs, give her something to stare at while she jacked herself off, but felt too awkward to ask, so just imagined what her body might look like beneath that coat...

"My dear," the Scientist said, looking back down at her notebook. "It is of vital importance to me that a Scream maintains ownership of this house. In previous years, the Syndicate abused our magic to... disastrous consequences; and it seems the Church wants to rid us from the house entirely. Do you understand your importance in this process?"

"Yes," Ally confirmed, increasing her pace, letting out a soft, breathy pant. Her dick felt so fucking good covered in her own spit, her fingers teased at her length, rubbing herself just right....

"Good. Now, to win the house, you will need assistance from the magic of the spirits within. Not just myself," she said. "You may need to covet the aid of the other demons."

"Other demons?" Ally asked, picturing at once a harem of beautiful woman, like the one before her, with different colored hair and horns and large, wonderful tits. She lowered another hand beneath her balls to play with them while her cock throbbed, so fucking hard, beneath her own hand.

"Yes," the demon explained. "The magics of this house stem from three sources. The magic of progress and the Earth -- my own magic. The magic of the dark world beneath. And the magic of the light world above. You will need to receive blessings from all three of us, if you wish to have any hope of attaining the house."

"Blessings?" Ally asked. "Am I going to grow more penises? Not that that would be bad..."

"No, no, nothing like that," the demon said. "Our magics will grant you powers of influence and control over the others within this house... Control of minds and bodies, the ability to give and receive pleasure beyond your dreams... Come closer, my dear, and I will bestow upon you my blessing."

"Oh... um... okay," Ally said, stepping closer to the woman on the throne who finally, finally, drops her notebook, letting her medical coat spill open, exposing her breasts. Her large, round tits shone with a gloss, like she was already slick with sweat or spit, but what drew Ally's attention was the color of her nipples: As icy blue as her eyes, soft and wide across deeper blue areolas. The woman smiled at Ally's shocked expression, but Ally's shock lasted only a second before she found herself licking her lips, wondering what the woman tasted like.

"You may approach," the woman reminded her, as Ally had stopped walking at the base of the risen throne. "Come, sit with me, here." Ally practically fell onto the woman's lap, harder than she'd ever been in her life, the tip of her cock brushing underneath the woman's tits and melting beneath the warmth as she leaked beneath the demon's boobs. "I do have one other name that humans have called me throughout history," she spoke, now close enough to Ally's ear that Ally could feel the woman's breath entering her. "Some humans like to call me mother. Would you like to be one of them, Allyson?"

"Y-yes," Ally stammered out, mind nearly bursting with her own erotic thoughts, as the woman's breath traced down her cheek and throat in soft, caring kisses.

"Yes, what, my dear?" The demon teased.

"Yes, mother," Ally said. She couldn't catch her breath, she needed to cum, she needed her mother to take care of her, needed to feel the cold, perfect mouth of the woman around her hard, helpless dick...

"Very good, dear," the demon said. "Now... to receive my blessing, all you have to do is please mommy. Can you do that, baby?"

"Yes, mommy," Ally echoed, reaching between the demon's legs; but the demon grabbed her hand, stopping her.

"No, no," the demon said. "Don't be a bad girl. You have to take what mommy gives you, understand?" Ally shook her head, confused as she'd ever been. "All you need to do is drink from mommy's teats, like the little baby you are."

The demon leaned back in the chair, heaving her chest forward, her lovely, perfect blue nipples right in front of Ally's mouth. Ally's mouth lolled open on instinct, her mouth filling with saliva in anticipation of the taste. A single second of doubt pressed across her mind as she leaned forward: Did she really want to tie herself to the power of a demon? Was that... was that okay, morally? Shouldn't she check with someone first? But the nipples were so tantalizing, so tasty, she needed to know what mommy tasted like she needed...