To Love a Shoggoth – Part 1 – Cthulhu Porn

“Men.” Cecilia’s voice dripped with disgust as she said it.

She’d kept the sentiment inside since the coffee shop, carrying it with her as she stormed off through town and down into the Stacks under Miskatonic U. Finally, amidst the musty tomes and strangely gothic architecture, she let it out. Her lip curled in distaste, her nostrils flared and she knocked a dusty file folder to the ground.

“Men!” She kicked the folder, which fortunately contained nothing, and sat at a reading desk in a huff.

The closest librarian was three floors up, and she doubted there were any students wandering this part of the library late on a Saturday. Like her, they should have been out enjoying some free time and much deserved R&R. Cecilia, on the other hand, had just had her perfect date night with her perfect guy ruined.

“Pigs.” The anger was helping hold back tears.

Jake was… no, Jake seemed like a nice guy. He was in a few of the same Graduate courses as her, studying dead languages and forgotten civilizations, and always quite polite. He usually had to ask her questions about the material, making her wonder how he’d gotten into Graduate school in the first place, but he was never a nuisance.

Plus he was hot.

Smoking hot.

“That was the problem, of course.” Cecilia traced her finger through a thick layer of dust on the desk. Jake had that perfect blonde surfer hair, falling just right so that it looked like he’d just gotten out of bed. Long, but not too long. And his body… he must work out.

No.

Stop it.

Cecilia bit her lip, hoping the pain would distract her from the tears… almost…

A book.

She needed to do some reading, that would take her mind off of Jake the jerk.

She stoop up and walked to the rows of ancient texts which lined the walls. This area of the library was off-limits to all but Profs and their Grad students. Some of these books were so rare that ‘unique’ was the proper term to use. If some freshmen were to get hot and heavy and ruin one of them? They would literally decrease the sum total of available human knowledge with their actions. So, no freshmen allowed down here.

Cecilia knew how to handle them. She had on a pair of latex gloves to protect the delicate books from the oils in her skin, and her hair was pinned neatly back underneath a hair net. While perusing the volumes, she stopped for a moment to admire herself in the mirror.

What wasn’t there to like?

She had small breasts, sure. On a good day she might fill out a B cup, but the rest of her body was pretty nice to look at if she said so herself. Right now it was covered in a static-eliminating smock, but underneath that was a tight fitting black dress which clung to all her curves and ended several inches shy of modest. She worked out for an hour every morning, but refused to starve herself… she would describe her shape as ‘fit’.

She had a cute sprinkling of freckles at the tops of her cheeks, and her eyes were large and ice blue.

She thought she was hot.

“I am hot, dammit!”

Not hot enough for Jake…

Finally she settled on a book. It was written in Ancient Assyrian, copied several times through the ages and then eventually, somehow, made its way to the basement of the Miskatonic.

“Go Fighting Squids!” She chuckled. This was one of the best schools for her chosen field of study, but she could never take its mascot seriously. Anyway, somehow they had managed to obtain a collection of tomes like this one that was… well, she didn’t know anywhere else in the world that had anything quite like it.

She cleared the dust off the reading desk and set the book down in front of her. It was old and smelled like leather. When she opened it, the pages inside nearly shined.

“Monks…” Her voice was equal parts reverent and dismissive. Monks of a certain time period insisted on making their manuscripts as decorative as possible, sometimes to the point of changing the text so that its shape would more nicely match the illustrations.

Cecilia had written quite the few peer-reviewed papers on the knowledge lost to artistic interpretation by zealous friars.

Still, they were pretty… in a world where most books came as slightly off-kilter text on an e-reader, she could appreciate some artistry when it came to the written word.

The text itself was in the original Assyrian, so Cecilia got out a couple of her notebooks that she always carried in her Big Designer Purse ™ in case something like this happened.

Something like Jake…

“Fucker!” There. That felt better.

Cecilia couldn’t help but giggle. The word sounded so out of place in this library.

Now, the text.

She skimmed it, referring to her notebook occasionally as she went. She would have to remember to come back to this one, she didn’t remember reading any papers on it and it might yield some interesting research material, but at a cursory reading it was yet another transcription of the writings of an Assyrian king.

Once, Cecilia found the idea of reading the words of someone who had lived as much as 4000 years ago thrilling. The fact that you could, with some effort and learning, read words that had passed through that much continuum of time was amazing.

Well, it had been.

After a while, the bloodthirsty propaganda of the Assyrian kings started to grate. You could only read so many horrific descriptions of the ways they put down rebellions before the words started to run together and you had night terrors about it.

Maybe that just her…

So she skimmed, and nearly missed something new. Some words, not Assyrian but clearly having been written in the original document. They were buried in the description of how the writer had flayed alive a thousand rebels and left them to die lashed to the gates of their city.

Assyrians. Not generally nice people.

During the description about how the writer had given thanks to his gods, the words lay hidden in a flowery speech.

“Ia Ia… Cthulhu Fhtagn?” Cecilia traced her gloved hands over the words. They were spelled phonetically, but there it was: the cry of the Cthulhu cultists. “From this far back?”

She read the page over again to confirm she wasn’t just seeing things, and there it was. It fit seamlessly into the transcription, which meant it probably had not been added by the monk who copied it from the original.

The Assyrians…

Did this explain their dominance, so long ago?

Cecilia took out another, battered, notebook and made frantic notes. She took a rubbing of the page, in addition to writing down all the details that she could find about the book and its origins.

Jake was completely out of her mind.

After nearly an hour she slowed down and considered turning to the next page. What would it hold? Almost afraid of what she might find, Cecilia turned the page…

No more non-Assyrian words here. But… the tone was different. Reverent, mystical, the normal Assyrian practicality and straightforward attitude gone and replaced by something of a religious zeal.

Must be a cultist…

The middle paragraph on the page was strange. The letters and word-formation was Assyrian, but they were not Assyrian words. She found herself reading them out loud, hoping the sound would jog her memory.

“Iy… isejjeh inti… Orgelth…”

No… she had no idea what that meant.

“Iy isejjeh inti Orgelth.”

Cecilia shook her head and turned away from the book. She had been sitting here for probably hours, taking notes about the tome and planning her next paper. She realized she was stiff all over and her head had a light, swimmy feeling.

When was the last time she ate? Dinner was a bust thanks to Jake and his love of boobs, and she’d skipped lunch in case they ate somewhere filling.

Dammit, now she was thinking about Jake again.

“Iy issejjeh inti Orgelth… what the Hell does that mean?” Cecilia wanted to keep reading, to discover the hidden message of this passage, but she needed sleep and food in that order. The tome could wait…

She went to put it back on the shelf when she noticed something strange. The wall behind the book, which earlier had looked like yet another damp stone wall in the basement of Miskatonic U, was glowing a faint blue.

“What?”

Intrigued, Cecilia considered how she could get a better look at it. The bookshelf was clearly just using it for support and was not connected to it in any serious way…

Sleep would have to wait.

Cecilia cleared the books off the shelf, setting them aside for later perusal, growing more and more interested as she removed each one. With much of the wall now visible she could see that the bumps and ridges on it were more than just natural changes in the shape of the stone: they were deliberate.

Frantic now, Cecilia grabbed ahold of the bookshelf and pulled. It was heavy, wooden, meant to withstand ages. At first it did not move. Then, an inch. Another! The shelf screeeeeeeeeeched as it shifted out of the way.

Cecilia couldn’t help herself, this was exciting!

Now that the shelf was out of the way, she could clearly see the wall behind it. The entire thing glowed blue. The light traced elegant patterns around and across the stone… writing?

Pictures!

Cecilia reached out and stopped just short of touching the wall. Could it be? The wall was actually an Assyrian etching! She shook her head in surprise. How did it get here? Why was it sitting in the bottom of Miskatonic U?

Was this the etching which matched the text she was just reading?

Cecilia squinted and looked closer… yes! There it was, the strange lettering which was written in Assyrian script but which wasn’t in the Assyrian language.

“Iy… isejjeh…” Cecilia shook her head, what did it mean? “Inti… Orgelth. Gibberish!”

Frowning, Cecilia turned back to her notepad of Assyrian translations. It contained some of the more esoteric words and phrases which she did not know off the top of her head, and came in handy when she was trying to translate directly from the dead language.

She flipped through the pages, trying to find something that might point to her problem.

“Iy…” No, nothing about that.

“Isejjeh…” Cecilia punched the top of the table in frustration. Jake was forgotten in the midst of this strange mystery.

“Inti?”

“Orgelth.” That didn’t even sound like Assyrian. “What the Hell is Orgelth?”

Cecilia suddenly realized that the blue light was getting brighter. And starting to pulse.

Slowly, she turned and stared at the wall. Her jaw dropped and she stood, slowly, not sure if she was shocked or terrified.

Standing in front of the wall like a glorious dark angel was… a man? A creature? He, perhaps it, stood at least eight feet tall. His chest was heavily muscled and notably naked. His massive pectorals looked like they’d been sculpted, possibly by the same person who chiseled his biceps out of solid marble. Most of his body was human, but furled behind him was a set of enormous leathery wings. If he were to open them, they would probably not fit inside the small room.

That was not the strangest part. Where his head should have been was a bright red octopus. Two cephalopodian eyes stared out, just above a curtain of writhing tentacles. At his waist too was a cluster of tentacles, stretching down to his knees and twisting and curling around each other.

He had no clothes on.

“… Orgelth?” Cecilia could hardly make the word come out. Her mouth was dry, her vision was blurry and all she could concentrate was the strange sense of awe creeping over her. Besides his physical presence, there was an aura which seemed to emanate from the space around him. She couldn’t see it with her eyes, but she felt it with her mind.

There was a strange hum in the air, ringing in her ears and making it difficult to concentrate.

MY SUMMONER

His voice came at her sideways, not through her ears but appearing like a vision in her mind.

Cecilia felt something stirring inside her. The fear was quickly replaced with a strong sense of awe, and a need… to worship? She’d never felt it before, so it was a little confusing, but she knelt before him, unbidden. Her eyes were focused on his face, a dreamy smile on her lips.

THE OLD WAYS OF WORSHIP ARE THE BEST WAYS

Cecilia stared as the tangle of tentacles below his waist spread, blooming like a strange flower. In the middle was something she wasn’t expecting: an enormous phallus. Cecilia shook her head slowly. It was at least a foot long, even while flaccid, and hung there amidst the curtain of tentacles.

SUBMIT TO ME, SUMMONER

Cecilia crawled toward the creature. She thought of him as a Shoggoth, although she knew that wasn’t right. Shoggoth referred to a specific creature, a servant of the Elder Things, and he was clearly something else.

Orgelth.

Her Master.

Tentatively, as if it were her first time, she reached forward and ran her hand along the length of his shaft. His skin was smooth and dry, like velvet under her fingers. His member stirred as she touched it, gaining some length and girth and reminding her of a waking giant. It was her responsibility to make sure it woke up…

She leaned forward to lick it, but was momentarily overwhelmed by his scent. Down here, this close to the tangle of tentacles there was a fresh, salty tang to the air. It wasn’t the putridity of a dock or a beach at low tide, but the bracing breeze on a boat in the cool night air. Below that was a layer of musk, warm and inviting and purely animal. Just being near it made her feel a spreading warmth between her thighs. She was tempted to reach down and pleasure herself, but that seemed somehow like it would be rude.

Finding her bearings again, Cecilia wrapped both hands around his member. She stroked one down slowly, letting it linger on the bumps and ridges which, on a normal penis, she might never have noticed. As she traced each whorl she could feel the blood pumping beneath her fingers as the massive cock grew firmer and longer.

While one hand traced the magnificence of Orgelth’s member, she let the other explore forward. She ran the tips of her fingers tantalizingly across the skin of his scrotum, stopping when she realized that it was at least as big as her fist.

Eight testicles?

That was definitely the least weird part of this whole experience.

When she reached the tip of his cock, she was greeted by a blooming bead of pre-cum. It was slick and musky on her fingers, and it had to mean she was doing things right. It was, of course, not her first time at this, but she’d never worshipped such an incredible member.

Cecilia ran her tongue tentatively along the tip of his cock. The slick substance tasted… surprisingly good. Salty, tangy, but not cloying or rancid. She ran her tongue over her lips, then ran her tongue along the cock. It was almost fully engorged now, standing straight out from his body and big enough around that she could barely fit her hand over it.

It was warm and delightful on her tongue, the skin which earlier was like crushed velvet melting around her fingers was now stretched tight and smooth, glistening with her saliva. She ran her tongue up and down its length while her hand continued to play with his scrotum. It was weighty her hand and she could feel his balls swelling in anticipation of what was to come.

Finally, wonderfully, came the moment she’d been waiting for. His member was ready, curving up in the middle so that the tip of it pointed at the ceiling, and she was ready to swallow it.

“Master…” Cecilia had to rise from her crouch now to put her face near the head of it, and it seemed to stare back at her. He had no foreskin, which she didn’t know if it was a religious thing or if his species simply had no foreskin.

What a strange thing to think about.

She opened her mouth wide and took him inside it. He fit surprisingly well, the purple head of his shaft disappeared easily between her lips and slid into her mouth. She took it slowly, working her tongue in lavish circles around it and moaning as more of that delicious cum filled her mouth.

Cecilia took him as far into her mouth as she could, now holding the base of his member with two hands and working down until the tip of it pressed up against the back of her mouth. There was a brief urge to gag, but she backed off slightly and it was gone.

Up until this point he’d stood stoically still, the only sign that he was enjoying himself was the wonderfully male response of his cock. Now the curtain of tentacles at his waist quested forward. They slid across her hands, caressed her shoulders and tangled themselves in her hair.

Cecilia had no idea what to expect, but they were dry and smooth like a snake. The suckers on the undersides grazed her skin and they felt rubbery, while the prehensile tips reminded her of… well… dildos… smooth, hard and just the right shape.

She realized that she was soaking wet now. There was no fear of the tentacles, only the desire to feel his cock in her mouth and… maybe… bring him to orgasm? Her panties were slick with her own juices and her own arousal added to the heady bouquet of scents around her.

As the tentacles explored her, Cecilia slid his cock slowly out of her mouth until only the tip was inside. Then she took him again, faster. Her tongue worked franticly and when it was entirely inside her mouth the bump was rougher.

Again!

She started to bob up and down on his cock, working the base of his spit-slick shaft with her hands while she swallowed the tip of it. The tentacles went from questing to insisting, tangling in her hair and lending their own strength to her movements. His hard cock, bigger than any she’d seen, started to swell and pulse in her mouth.

He was cumming?

Cecilia moaned in delight, wondering what would happen. As the sensation became more urgent, the tentacles started to tighten and release her in rhythm. One of them tore off her smock and dress dress, literally destroying the fabric, and another ripped her bra off.

She was now naked from the waist up, crouched before Orgelth while she franticly sucked his dick, reveling in the sensation of it all.

Then, suddenly, it happened!

The huge member in her mouth swelled one final time and then the force of his orgasm caused her head to rock backward, popping the tip of it out. Thick, hot strands of cum fountained into the air from the tip of his member, arcing high before splashing down on her. There was so much of it! It pumped out, having already filled her mouth, and drenched her hair and breasts. She swallowed what she could and the rest dribbled out of her mouth to meet the rivers of it flowing down her body.

Cecilia came, too, from the intensity of the moment. As he thrust at the air in the throes of his powerful orgasm, she found her legs twitching and her hips thrusting at air as pleasure, ferocious and insistent, rocketed through her.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few seconds, she found herself sitting there, covered in his cum, staring up at his alien face with combined reverence and desire.

Would there be more?

Then, she noticed that the cum was not only liquid like she would expect. Small grubs, between one and three inches long each, squirmed and wriggled across her skin, mixed in with the slippery rivers of cum. She had a moment to be grossed out when one of them suddenly… melded with her?

It felt amazing!

A rush of pleasure, intense and foreign, exploded out from her skin where it disappeared. She moaned involuntarily, and then the rest of them did it. She squirmed from the pleasure, bursting across her nerves in her breasts, neck and even one in her stomach, and gasped out as another orgasm rocked her.

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