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Cherrywood Manor: Part One (complete)
🕑 Added 2022-02-23 20:01:01 +0000 UTC
Female Main Character x Multiple Male Monsters
For weeks there had been renovations going on at Cherrywood, a stately Victorian manor that had been the crown jewel of it’s suburb. Locals had tried to get the renovations to be stopped, citing the house was a historical landmark, and whining about property values. The new owner of the house Lydia Southard-Cherrywood, widow to the previous owner, was hearing none of it. It was her home and she was going to do as she pleased with it.
Even before then rumors had been circulating about Lydia. She had been much younger than her husband, her husband died awfully suddenly, and well, stories write themselves from both points. She rarely went out of the house these days, preferring to avoid her neighbors and locals as much as possible.
When the hubbub with the renovations started, the crew Lydia had hired just stopped coming all together. She hired another, but they only lasted a few days as well before they never returned. After a while, she gathered up what remained outside and left it alone for a while. But Lydia wanted her renovations done, and she wouldn’t let the neighborhood watch hinder her a second longer. So she called an old friend who helped her set up a way for her renovations to commence. Her friend contacted another friend who owned a fledgling carpentry business. They would send four of their men who would stay in Cherrywood while they worked, hopefully throwing off the scent to the locals who wished to keep Lydia from enjoying her widowhood.
“I do hope these fellows know what they are doing,” Lydia lamented over the phone to her friend. “Your connections usually hinge on the iffy side.”
Her friends laughed. “Don’t worry, they know what they're doing. The company is just new is all. Have some faith in me.”
“I do, I do.” Lydia smiled as she saw two trucks pull up outside. “I think they are here. I’ll contact you later, Eden.” She hung up the phone and approached the front door. Peering from the window she saw four men gather just below the stone stairs. Two were fairly tall, although one was leaner than the other. There was a slightly shorter one than them, and then the fourth’s height changed depending on who they were talking to. Lydia stepped outside onto the porch, looking down on the group as they gathered their things.
From the corner of her eye, Lydia spotted a pair of walkers, although it looked like they had rushed from their homes to come and rubberneck. Lydia scoffed and stepped down from the porch and to the first landing before the stone stairs.
“So glad you made it safe,” she started her production. “Mother said you had left very early.”
One of the tall men, an orc by the looks of him, crooked his eyebrow up at Lydia. “Yes, she was right.” He was playing along, so Eden had explained to them what the deal was.
Lydia smiled at the men, seeing now there was an orc, an incubus, a naga, and with the fourth fellow she wasn’t sure. “Hurry inside, it’s supposed to storm today.” She turned her head, seeing the two walkers approaching. She gave them the evil eye before leading the men inside.
“It’s so nice to have family around,” she continued with the play. “Especially after Edgar passed away so suddenly. I’m still unsure what to do with myself.”
The incubus approached her, placing his elegant hands upon her shoulder. “That’s why we’ve come. We knew you’d need us around.”
The short one that Lydia couldn’t determine scowled. “What?”
Once inside the house, Lydia shut the curtains as the walkers had come to the slowest trot. She huffed, turning to the men who were watching her curiously.
“What do you mean family?” The short one scoffed.
“It’s an act, because we’re doing this secretly,” the incubus chuckled.
The short one cut his eyes at Lydia and she remarked at their golden hue and sharp edge. She smirked and shook her head. “I fully suspect they’re already talking. Seeing four strange men enter my house would be enough to set their tongues wagging.” She then sighed. “Anyways, I have rooms set up for you if you want to get comfortable.”
“Perhaps we should introduce ourselves as well,” the incubus chuckled. His body was pale gray in color, fading to black at the ends of his extremities. He was quite tall and lean in build, with long black hair that was tied back into a messy bun. “I’m Asher,” he cooed with a seductive tone. “This fellow here is Knox, he’s technically the boss.” He said, pointing to the orc.
Knox nodded, averting his eyes and gazing around the foyer. He was the tallest for the four, well built with a barrel chest and belly. His arms looked thicker than Lydia’s thighs, a feat she thought. He had long hair with an undercut which he kept in a french braid.
“Kouri,” the naga waved. His torso was a pale blue with white around his face and neck. His long, long tail had scales that reflected like an oil slick. His hair was short and slicked back away from his face.
“And this little spitfire is Naoki,” Asher chuckled.
The short one scoffed and evaded Asher’s hand. His long black hair hung free around his back and shoulders, thick, luscious and wavy. He had sharp golden eyes with black sclera, and there were golden scales along the edge of his face, down his neck, and along the back of his hands.
“I’m Lydia, Cherrywood,” she said with a smile as she inspected them all with a keen eye. All were surprisingly attractive, she wasn’t expecting that. Hoping was more like it. “I’m afraid I only have three rooms, so two of you will have to share.” She led them upstairs where she had prepared the rooms.
Asher came up beside her. “I can share a room with anyone, you included, Mrs. Cherrywood.” He gave her a wink.
“It’s Ms. now, my husband is dead and I plan to move on. My room is off limits. I catch anyone coming in uninvited and you may as well join my husband.” Lydia pointed to the rooms. “Those three at the end of the hall. The third room is bigger and has the two beds, it also has it’s own bathroom.”
Naoki dashed ahead to the third room to claim the first bed inside.
“He’s a bit spoiled,” Asher chuckled. “I can babysit him, Knox is the boss after all, and Kouri could use all the extra room he can get.”
“It doesn’t matter to me, just so long as you’re all comfortable.” Lydia watched the doors for a moment. “I’m going to make myself some coffee. I’d like to discuss my plans with you eventually.”
“I’ll make sure Knox comes down to go over everything with you.” Asher went into the larger bedroom and Lydia turned to go back downstairs.
She sat in the kitchen, drinking her coffee and going over her notebook where she’d written down everything she wanted done to the house. Not long after, Knox came into the room.
“Do you mind giving me a tour of the house?” He asked.
Lydia stood up from the table. “Of course. I would like to ask you to begin work on the ground floor, preferably the foyer or the dining room.” She lead him through the kitchen to the dining hall which she had packed up, as she had no interest in serving anyone dinner.
“I want all this wood paneling gutted, and I want this wood floor replaced with marble.” She started off. Knox knelt down and smoothed his hand over the floor. “This wood is still good. I can sand it and restain it to a paler color if you’d like. It’d save you a ton of money too.”
“I want marble,” Lydia stood firm.
Knox rose, giving her an eye then chuckling. “I take it that money is no issue for you.”
“None at all. I was left a rather sizeable inheritance. And since my husband had no one else left, I got everything.” She then waved her hand. “This way there's a parlor. I want the wallpaper stripped down and the carpeting ripped out. I plan to have heated floors installed here as well, as I plan on spending a lot of time in this room. The parlor had been my husband’s mancave, which I am loathe to say, and it smells too much like cigar smoke and cum in there.”
Knox cleared his throat and glanced around as they walked through the parlor. The room was dark on top of dark, wood on top of red carpet, and taxidermied animals that looked terrified.
“I hate this room.” Lydia remarked with venom on her tongue.
“Then why don’t we start gutting it first?” Know suggested. “I know you said the foyer or dining room, but it would be easy to start tearing up flooring in the dining room and this room since they’re sidebyside. Then we can work from the ground up.”
Lydia smiled at him. “Good idea. Go for that. I’ll show you the flooring and paint I want for both rooms.” She guided him to the next room, a library that was sparse and almost empty on the shelves.
“I got rid of a ton of his books.” She pointed to the back. “You and your crew can go through them if you like and take what you want. I’ll be filling in with my own collection shortly.”
Knox looked around, eyes narrow as his mind began working.
Lydia watched him, seeing the calculated look on his face and the way his hand rubbed across his chest as he thought. She began thinking about what a man like him was capable of. He was, as the youth said, thick, and was as tall as an oak. His body could be a playground for her easily. Her husband was an abandoned potato shed, and there had been not so much play as there had been hiding. Her mind wandered to an intimate place as she inspected Knox, and she smiled at the joyous idea of climbing him roughly.
“That wall there,” Knox’s voice broke her tran of thought. “I can knock it down and join the parlor and library together. Your special room would be twice the size. It seems silly to me to have a library and a parlor so close together. Having a bigger room would allow more guests, if you wanted them.”
Lydia nodded. “I like that idea, it makes more sense to have the books in the same room anyways.” She smiled up at Knox. “Please tell me more of your great ideas as they come.”
Knox’s cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat.
After the tour Know went to begin to order the supplies he’d need for the start of this remodeling. As Lydia was heading back to her room, Naoki rushed up to her from the other end of the hall.
“What’s the wifi password?” He asked.
Lydia sighed. “Good question, I can never rightly remember. I think it’s somewhere in my bedroom. I’ll have to look in a minute.”
Naoki halted her from walking forward. “I could really use it now.”
Lydia frowned at him. He was so pretty to look at, it seemed such a shame he was turning out to be annoying. “I’m sorry, but I can’t get to it now. You’ll have to wait.”
Naoki huffed, pouting as he walked alongside Lydia. “Where’s the router, it’s usually on the bottom of it.”
Lydia gave him a sarcastic glare. “It’s in my room. Which, might I remind you, is off limits.”
Naoki smirked. “I promise I won’t peek at anything.”
Lydia wasn’t going to budge. She looked him up and down with a sniff. “What do you need the wifi for so urgently anyways?”
His lips pressed into a firm line and his eyes darted to the side. “Well, it’s for-”
Lydia sighed and walked downstairs. “I don’t care if you want to look at porn. You can wait a few minutes while I take care of a few things.”
Naoki gave chase, he slid down the bannister and waited for Lydia at the bottom. “You have no idea what it’s like sharing a room with Asher.”
“Sweetie pie, I need to do laundry, after that I’ve gotta figure out how to feed the four of you. I’d rather tend to that than help you deal with your erection.” Lydia scolded him. “You’re a big boy, use your imagination.”
Naoki continued following Lydia as she went towards the laundry room. “No, seriously, you really have no idea what Asher does to a person.”
Lydia’s laundry room was in the basement, down a set of old stairs she planned on getting rebuilt as well. The basement was the one place her husband never wanted to go, so Lydia had used laundry as her escape mechanism for years.
“He’s an incubus right? I can assume.” Lydia started loading the washing machine from a basket that was placed under the opening of a chute.
“Yeah, but it’s-” Naoki just watched as Lydia did her laundry. “You’re rich right? Why are you doing your own laundry?”
Lydia huffed, closing the lid once the washing machine was full. “I’m rich, but I’m not spoiled.” She turned around and frowned at him. “I like doing my own chores sometimes.”
“So, all your using the money for is renovating this place?” He asked.
“Yup.” Lydia shoved the basket back under the chute. “That and living.”
Naoki pushed his hair back away from his face. He really was pretty, such fine features and luxurious hair really did make him nice to look at. But his attitude was a mix of spoiled brat and wannabe bad boy. He was short, but that never bothered Lydia. His body was fit, that she could plainly see through his too tight shirt.
“So, you’re a widow huh?” he chuckled. “Hopefully not a black widow.”
Lydia tilted her head to the side. “Why? Who said that?”
His eyes widened and he swallowed. “No one. Why? Are people saying that?”
“People say lots of things.” Lydia started to walk by him.
Naoki smirked at her. “Should we be worried?”
“No.” Lydia turned to him. “Only if you piss me off. As long as you do your job, you won’t have to worry about me at all.” She went back upstairs, finding Asher standing in the foyer and typing into his phone.
“Do you know the measurements to the staircase?” he asked. He then saw Naoki following behind Lydia and he huffed. “I thought I told you to behave young man.”
Naoki rolled his eyes and walked out from behind Lydia. “I was, I just wanted the wifi password.”
“You can wait.” Asher frowned but then smiled as he looked at Lydia. “Sorry about him. Is he being a pest?”
“Only slightly.” Lydia looked up the stairs where Asher was turned. “I’m afraid I don’t know any measurements. You will have to find that out on your own.”
Asher smirked. “That’s no issue. I’m happy to handle any measurements I can get my hands on.”
Lydia looked at the stairs then to Asher. “Please tell me you mean the stairs.”
His smile grew, and Naoki made a sound as he went back up them and towards his room. “He was raised rich. Only working here because he didn’t go to college, so his parents forced him to get a job.”
“That explains a few things,” Lydia chuckled. “He’s lucky he’s cute.”
“Isn’t he?” Asher sighed. “Eden said your husband died at the foot of these stairs. Is that true?”
Lydia’s eyes fell upon the floor just at the foot of the stairs. “Right there,” she murmured. “I’m surprised Eden shared that.”
Asher smirked. “Eden’s an old friend. The two of us go way back. So sorry for your loss. But perhaps I should congratulate you on your freedom as well.” His dark eyes narrowed, and glittered with shades of blue and gray. “You seem to be indulging a dreamhouse fantasy.”
“You’re not wrong.” Lydia wrapped her arms about her body. “I hate this place. It’s all the wrong shades of color, it smells, and everyone thinks it’s this masterpiece. But it’s just an old house like any other.”
Asher’s hand rested upon her shoulder again and a warmth spilled like liquid through her limbs. “Something new always brings a smile to my face. A treat for ones self, an indulgence, is sometimes needed.”
Lydia felt her nipples grow hard and she moved her arms to cover her chest. “Yes, well, this has been a long time coming. I want this place to be mine, and I want it to look the part.”
Asher’s hand moved to Lydia’s back and that warmth continued to flow through her body. Lydia pressed his thick thighs together as a tingle began to arise. She licked her lips as Asher’s hand moved to her lower back.
“You do not have to explain your reasoning to me. I’m just happy to be here. I’ve never worked undercover before, except well-'' he chuckled suggestively. “When I worked under the covers.”
Lydia could feel a wetness pool in her panties. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”
Asher smirked. “It was an easy one, I admit that.” His hand moved from her body and she found herself longing for it. “I’m here to help, Ms. Cherrywood, with whatever you need. Knox is the boss, but I handle everything personally.”
Asher was very sexy. His smile, his eyes, they all exuded sex, but that was what an incubus did. She tried to remind herself that as she felt the wetness in her panties grow. She cleared her throat and brushed her hair from out of her face. “I’ll remember that.”
Asher smirked. “Please do. I’m always the eager beaver.”
Lydia looked away from him and coughed again. “I’ll order dinner for you all, but I do want to know if there are any of you who have dietary needs?”
Asher thought for a moment. “Kouri is a vegetarian, but he’s taking a nap right now. He’ll perk back up once the sun goes down. He always gets sleepy when it's hot out. Knox will eat anything, as will I,” he winked. “And Naoki, well, depends on his mood. What do you like to eat?”
Lydia smirked up at him. “Men.”
Asher’s eyes widened then he broke into a huge grin. “Lucky us.”
Lydia was used to being underestimated, as it was a common factor through most of her life. As a child she’d been overlooked in school, which probably led to her gothic fashion sense as she got older. She added pastel to the mix later on. But every step she took, it seemed no one expected her to go so far. No ever ever expected what Lydia had to say or did, they assumed she wouldn’t have much to say, or wouldn’t do much of anything. Shame on them, Lydia would think, that’s your funeral.
Later that evening, after she had given dinner to all the men, Lydia went back to the basement to finish some laundry. As she was hefting clothes into the dryer, there were the sounds of footsteps coming down the stairs.
“These look older than the house,” Knox’s gruff voice huffed.
Lydia was surprised, she had expected Asher to come after her. “It’s on the to-do list, don’t worry. I just figured it could be left till the end. Is there something I can help you with?”
Knox sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to speak in private while none of the others around around.”
“Look, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m not some delicate flower who's going to wilt under their masculine influence.” She shut the dryer door with a sway of her hip. “I know how to take care of myself.”
Knox’s brow knit and he huffed. “Still, if any of them say or do anything to you, let me know. I’ve known Asher all my life and he is all talk, but Kouri and Naoki I’m still getting used to.”
“It won’t be a problem, trust me.” Lydia said with a sly smile. “I may not look it to you, but I can take care of myself.”
Knox got that very familiar expression on his face, one of doubt and humor. Lydia had seen it most of her life, it was nothing new. But the smile that followed was new. “What’s your method?”
“Well, I’ve been taking jiu jitsu for a while, not saying I’m great or anything, but I could probably handle myself if things got too heated.”
Knox’s tongue peaked out at the corner of his mouth, licking up along the side of his lip and then along his tusk. His gruff expression softened some. “You don’t look the type. I’m impressed.”
Lydia flipped her hair back of fher shoulder. “I never do.”
“Mind showing me a move?” Knox asked.
This was surprising as well. She usually just got the condescending remarks of surprise followed by a change of conversation. “Alright.” She didn’t give him time to think, she moved quickly, taking out his leg then sweeping him to the ground. Knox was on the floor before he knew what happened. Her legs had his arm locked and his head to the ground.
“Any good?” Lydia said with a smirk.
Knox grunted, tapping out and she began to let him go. As she slid back she saw his cargo pants had a rather unmistakable tent along the zipper. Knox laid there on the ground with a laugh on his lips.
“You surprised me.” He patted his chest. “My heart is still going.”
“I take weightlifting too,” her eyes didn’t move from the bulge in his pants. “Just for fun.”
“For fun?” He huffed.
Lydia turned back to his face. “I didn’t hurt you did I? You’re not getting him.”
Knox sat up slowly, a scowl upon his face. “No, no damage yet. Give me a few days of hardwork and I may have some aches and pains to deal with.” His hand went for his crotch as he stood up, trying to cover it.
“Something seems to be bothering you.” Lydia pointed to his hand.
Knox flinched, his frown growing and pinching his eyebrows harder. “It’s nothing, Ms. Cherrywood.”
“Looks like some bad swelling, Mr. Knox. Maybe I should look at it.” Lydia had been dealing with Asher’s influence since they last spoke. It didn’t help that she’d been unsatisfied for years. Her libidio had been growing and growing all day, now there was this slab of meat before her.
“Ms. Cherrywood,” Know huffed. “I don’t think we should.”
Lydia lifted up her sweater dress, showing off the black and pink striped panties she was wearing underneath. “There, I showed you mine.”
Knox scoffed but didn’t budge. “That’s very nice of you, but I don’t think we should.”
“What turned you on anyways?” Lydia stepped closer. “Is it just me? Am I your type?” he was a tiger on the hunt, and she wouldn’t stop until she had him, or he gave her a no.
“Ms. Cherrywood, you are a very attractive woman, but I would like to remain professional if possible. But I-” His eyes went down her legs and crossed over her breasts under the sweater. “You are soft and...warm.”
Her legs had been wrapped around his arm, buried between her plump thighs. “Was it the hold that got you?” She placed her hand upon him and stroked down his chest. “Being pinned and held by a woman like that?”
Knox swallowed, slowly moving his hand as Lydia took over. All Lydia could think was how big and hard he was. She looked up at him and smiled, he kept his grumpy expression firmly in place, but his cheeks had darkened in color. Lydia giggled as she stored him through his pants.
Lydia let him go and walked back over to the dryer. She removed her underwear, tossing them into the dirty clothes hamper, then bent over the dryer. She pulled up his sweater, presenting her bare ass to Knox. She was already wet, had been most of the day. She reached under, touching herself while Knox watched. Her fingers slicked and grew glossy in her own mess. Her clitoris felt electrified from so much pent up desire. Lydia let out a low moan and arched her back further.
Knox watched with a curious and aroused glint. He was used to Asher acting like this wherever they went. But this display was different, it was soft and luscious and round. It was warm, it was plush, it could suffocate him if he begged for it. He approached, smoothing his hand over Lydia’s bare cheek and down her thigh. He squeezed and groped, his thick fingers kneading into her soft skin. Lydia moaned louder, opening herself up so Knox could see.
“You can come inside, if you want.” Lydia wiggled her hips. “I get the shot so you can.”
Knox growled deep in his throat. “We...we should keep this professional for when we work together.” His thumb slid along his slit then pulled it open a bit. “I would hate to lose your business.”
“Don’t worry. It takes more than a fuck to ruin business matters with me. Think of it as a perk to the job.” Lydia looked over her shoulder. “You can come to me with anything.”
“Did you get that line for Asher?” Knox dropped his pants and slapped his hard cock onto Lydia’s ass. “So soft,” he growled. “This big, sweet ass.” His hand gripped firmly into her thigh. “Smooth skin too. It’s so lovely.”
Lydia felt a blush come to her cheeks. “You like it?”
“Yeah,” Know breathed. His cock rubbed into her ass more, leaving a wet trail where he did. “I bet the rest of you is this good too.” His cock slipped past Lydia’s rubbing fingers, easily fitting inside her. Lydia lost her breath, not having felt something so big in...well, ever probably.
“You’re fucking huge!” Lydia growled.
Knox chuckled, grabbing her ass with both hands. He pushed inside her, staying buried there to keep his thighs flush against him. “Say it again.”
“So big,” Lydia giggled breathlessly. “Your big, fat cock feels so good!”
Knox moved, rolling his hips to tease her. Everytime his fingers sank into her, she tightened from inside. Her inner walls squeezed tight around him, wanting him, needing him. He watched her ass jiggle as he slammed inside, hearing her moan, watching her writhe, it all felt good.
Lydia rolled over, laying on top of the dryer so she could see Knox. His expression looked vicious, but his eyes were soft and elated. She pulled up her dress, presenting her soft belly and full breasts. She was knocked breathless as Knox rammed inside her, his movements becoming harder and faster than before. He shook the dryer, ramming it into the wall behind them. He devoured her, suckling her breasts and laying his body into hers. Knox’s cock was fit to burst. It throbbed and ached inside Lydia who was close to her breaking point as well. He growled between her breasts, shuddering and spasming as he came to his end. Lydia threw her head back, hitting it against the dryer, but she barely felt it as Knox’s deep driving thrusts broke her. She saw stars in her eyes, and felt a rush of warmth from her belly to her legs. She breathed out in relief, almost in tears it felt so good. Never had her husband been so thorough with his efforts. It had been such a long time since Lydia had felt so overwhelmed by a man.
Lydia giggled as Knox stood back up. His legs were wobbly, his expression was surprisingly sweet. Lydia sat up on the dryer and reached down, feeling how messy Knox had left her. “You’re really testing the limits of my birth control. Aren’t you?” She pulled out her fingers, showing the sloppy mess to Knox.
Knox took her hand, licking her fingers as she watched with surprise. “Next time, you’re going to get a much better performance out of me, Ms. Cherrywood.” He licked his lips. “I usually start out with someone sitting on me.”
Lydia gulped. “Well, very glad I hired you then.”
“Eden was very particular with Asher and me. I was curious as to why.” Knox’s eyes fell on Lydia’s lap. “Is it more than the house you are wishing to renovate, Ms Cherrywood?”
She slid from the dryer, though her knees felt incredibly weak. “It was Eden’s idea. They suggested Asher would know some people who could help me, in more ways than one.”
“Such a pity you had to result to this, Ms. Cherrywood. But after seeing this house, I can see why you were desperate.”
“It’s a pity I had to result to a lot of things,” Lydia scoffed. “Do you mind helping me? My legs feel like jelly.” She held out her hand and Knox took it, placing on arm around her waist. “Thank you.”
Knox helped Lydia up the stairs and then to her bedroom. “Goodnight, Ms. Cherrywood,” he said.
“Yes, sleep tight. I take it you’ll be tearing up floors tomorrow?” Lydia could feel Knox’s seed dripping down her thigh as she stood at her door.
Knox nodded. “That is the plan. The flooring we ordered will be in by the end of the week, along with your heated floor kit. After the floor is up, we’ll take down the wall and start that process.”
Lydia smirked. “I expect your best work.” She went to bed that evening, confident that Eden had selected the best group of men for the job.
