The Sacred Descendant

Darla watched in silence as the creature moved towards her without hurry. It looked just like she remembered it from her dreams – an exact copy of Cthulhu, only much smaller in size. In fact, this being was only slightly larger than a human male. Its yellow, reptile-like eyes were staring into her hazel eyes, and to Darla, it felt like the monster was studying her with its piercing gaze. She inspected him, too. It looked both magnificent and terrifying at the same time, just like its ancestor, who sleeps in the sunken city of R’lyeh. And then it spoke to her. Its voice sounded somewhat similar to the Great Old One’s voice, but it was more like a mix of the rumbling volcano and the rattling of rusty chains, the latter being prevalent. It spoke the alien language she’d never heard of, and yet she understood every word. “I’ve been waiting for you,” his voice resonated in her head. “The descendant of the Great Old One, you’re finally with us.” “If that is true, then why am I still human?” Darla finally dared to talk. “You will start changing any moment, just like the generations before you. It’s only a matter of time.” Darla shook her head. Is that really what was going to happen to her? She gulped nervously, and that’s when she suddenly felt tingling under her skin. Her entire body felt it, especially the arms; and when she raised them up to have a look, she noticed in horror that her skin gradually began changing color from regular human to the mix of greenish and grey, similar to the color of this being’s and also Cthulhu’s body. But the change was only slight, and it stopped after a few seconds. “What’s happening to me?” she asked, her voice shaking. “The transformation has started,” the monster growled. “It will progress slowly in the beginning, but the more human traits you lose, the quicker you will change.” Darla sighed. There was nothing else left to do but accept it. “So that’s it, huh? This is why I am here – to reunite with the Great Old One and become what I truly am.” “Yes, but it’s just one of the reasons.” Darla tilted her head. “Is that right? What is the other reason then?” The monster’s reply not just surprised her. It left Darla in utter shock. “The other reason is that you are the chosen one. It means I’ve chosen you as my mate.” “Wh… what?” Darla stuttered. Did she hear it right? This being wants her as his mate? So the creature is actually male. Before that, she was sure it was asexual, but now it seems she was wrong. “The Great Old One knows all his descendants and their whereabouts. No matter where they are, he knows. He feels them,” the Star Spawn explained. “He knew you were out there, and I knew it, too. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, and now my patience will be rewarded.” Darla looked into the monster’s yellow eyes and thinking about what he’d just said. His patience will be rewarded… Is it what she’s thinking about? “You still look tense. Let me fix it.” One of his tentacles touched her chin, gently sliding along its line. Darla was breathing erratically, first through the nose, and then through the mouth. And that was exactly what the creature needed. As he mouth opened, the slimy appendage entered her mouth in a split second, pushing itself further to her throat. It didn’t block the respiratory channel, so Darla could breathe, although she had to do her best not to gag with the alien tendril in her throat. “Just swallow it. This will help you relax and drive away your fear.” As he said it, the tentacle spurted some kind of jelly-like substance into her throat. Darla expected it to be something revolting, but to her surprise, it wasn’t. It felt a bit sour and lacked any specific taste, but as she swallowed it, a refreshing feeling flowed through her body. It felt like she drank a large amount of peppermint essence, and just like the creature said, it not only refreshed, but also made her relax her muscles and mind. If she’d been afraid before, now she felt no more fear. Then she suddenly felt something else. This substance felt not just refreshing; it made heat pool into her lower region. Darla couldn’t believe it. She was getting aroused. This is something he didn’t warn her about. This jelly was not just a relaxing substance. He has injected an aphrodisiac into her. Darla looked at the monster before her and licked her lips. His octopus-like face expressed no emotions, but if he had human face, she was sure he would have smirked with satisfaction. She ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head. It was getting hot here, and drops of sweat started appearing on her skin. So she made the best decision she could think of at the moment – she removed her robe. Darla knew the Star Spawn was watching her, and her lips twisted in a sly grin. She didn’t bother covering her exposed flesh. So what if she was naked before him? He was no human, so he wouldn’t drool at the sight of a woman’s breasts. This is something she had never understood about human nature. Why the hell did the guys get aroused by breasts? This part of a woman’s body had one basic function – nursing the babies. Yes, it could help a woman to get heated up by touching the nipples, but that was it. Why did the mere look at them make the males go mad? Stupid, Darla thought. Really stupid. But with the being before her, she felt comfortable, at least from this point of view. She then sat on the altar and beckoned the monster to come closer. He obeyed and came to her until just an inch or two separated them. She didn’t hesitate and placed her hand on his head, feeling the slimy touch of his skin. It felt as if she was touching a real octopus. His clawed hands lay on her thighs and pressed lightly, making massaging movements, while the tentacles on his face explored her torso. They started from the shoulders, and the two appendages teased her hardened nipples with their tips. Light moans escaped Darla’s throat, and the monster seemed to like it. He realized she enjoyed being touched on these soft, fleshy mounds on her chest, so he used his hands this time. Her breasts felt soft and pliable, and the Star Spawn played with them for a few more minutes. Darla smirked at that. He reminded her of a cat playing with a new, unfamiliar toy. This being had obviously never mated with a mortal human, although, if she was a descendant of Cthulhu, she was just as immortal as him, or his great ancestor. But it didn’t matter. She wanted him, right here, right now. She wouldn’t disappoint him. And when the cultists said she would enjoy his company at its fullest, she now understood what they meant. She was ready to give her virginity to this being, not to a mere mortal. Besides, she will find out how it feels to be pleasured by the tentacles. She took one of his tentacles in her hand, just to feel it. She never had a possibility to hold a living octopus in her hands, but octopi were small beings that could fit into human palms. In this creature’s situation, she was facing an octopus in the size of a human head, attached to a more or less humanoid body. The appendages felt slimy to the touch, and that only played in her favor, as it soon would be inside her, sliding easily in and out. So she lay back on the altar, spreading her legs to give him full access to her private area. The monster growled, but this growl didn’t sound menacing. On the contrary, Darla clearly heard hints of lust in this sound. His tendrils slid along the inner side of her thighs, gradually reaching for her already wet folds. The tip of one tentacle played with her sensitive spot, while another one entered her cavern like a snake. Its slimy surface combined with her juices made the entrance even easier. Darla clenched her teeth, as she’d never felt anything inside her before, not even a finger. The first thing she felt was pain, but the Star Spawn didn’t make a rough entrance. He knew about her virginity. He then pulled the tentacle out and slowly plunged it back again, repeating the process a couple more times. This time, Darla moaned and almost fell with her back on a stone surface of the altar, but she managed to support herself with her elbows in time, otherwise she would have hit her head. The tentacle moved inside her, its suckers probing her inner walls and sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. The feeling was interesting and exotic, but Darla experienced no less pleasure than she would with a mortal man, she was sure of it. As for the Star Spawn, he certainly was feeling no less pleasure, as his tentacles were sensitive. Thus he continued thrusting his tentacle in and out of her, while another one played with her sensitive bud, and the rest of the appendages held her legs steady. But despite that, Darla obeyed her instincts and rubbed her foot between his legs. She knew nothing was there, but it still felt like fun to play like this. But then something hot dripped on her foot. She raised her head to see what it is, and her surprise was indescribable when she saw a slit opening right above her foot with a squishy sound, and a hot, slick proboscis-like organ protruded from it. Darla raised one of her eyebrows, smirking with a silent ‘hmm’. Before that, she was sure he had nothing between his legs. Oh well… Apparently she was wrong.

***

Lucy was shaking, both from wind touching her bare skin, and the priest chanting something from his book. She knew her death was near, as these creatures weren’t going to let her go. If their deity required human sacrifice, they would do everything to please it. She watched the priest speaking in his repulsive husky voice in the direction of the ocean, until he stopped and closed the book, hiding it back in his robe. Then he turned to her. Lucy’s lower lip trembled when he pulled out a dagger and slowly walked towards her. She could only mutter a pitiful ‘please’, but she understood it wouldn’t stop the inevitable. She eyed the ceremonial dagger in the priest’s human hand and couldn’t help but admire its beauty. It looked like the dagger was made of pure gold, its handle had intricate carvings on it, and it was decorated with green and red sparkling jewels. The razor-sharp blade was a bit curved, but its shape was no obstacle for carving up the flesh. Lucy closed her eyes, prepared for the pain to come. Her screams went far away into the ocean when the priest began cutting deep into her body. But those weren’t simple cuts. He was carving symbols in her flesh, an important part of the sacred ceremony. Blood flowed profusely from the wounds, and the priest put the dagger away. Then he took out his grimoire again and chanted a prayer. "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn." The other cultists joined him in the common prayer. Despite being a horrible pain, Lucy still thought that they spoke some kind of gibberish. It wasn’t even Latin, a language that the prayers or spells are often spoken in. This cult was anything but Christian, so Latin language didn’t apply to them. What is this language then? It sounded so bizarre that she doubted any nation on Earth spoke it. But no one was going to explain anything to her. She was going to die very soon, probably from blood loss or from being carved open during some barbaric ritual. Then something happened, totally unexpected for Lucy, but unsurprising for the cultists. As her blood reached the ground, the entire circle she was in shone in bright green light. The wind increased its speed, and the rumble of the waves grew louder. The storm was rising, as was panic rising inside Lucy, but the cultists didn’t seem to be fazed by it. They proceeded with their chanting, their voices getting louder, and more frantic with each phrase. “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!” The ground started shaking, and the ocean erupted in a violent storm. Lighting cracked through dark clouds, but the rain never started. It seemed like a massive earthquake began, but it didn’t stop the cultists. The stronger the storm and earthquake became, the louder and crazier their chanting grew. “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!” And then the climax came. A deafening crash almost knocked the cultists down their feet. It sounded like a massive explosion, and the earthquake reached its peak. Then the shaking and the storm reduced somewhat, but the most horrific event followed. A bunch of tentacles of enormous size appeared from the dark waters of the ocean, followed by the head, half of which was visible above the surface. Two piercing, reptile-like yellow eyes gazed at everyone gathered on the shore, but most of the attention was concentrated on Lucy, the sacrificial lamb, and his descendant who had just arrived. All the cultists then immediately fell on their knees, bowing their heads humbly. The Great Old one has risen.

***

*Some time earlier* Darla threw her head backwards when her partner’s organ entered her body. The pain from losing her virginity was long gone, and she let out faint moans while the appendage moved in and out of her, creating sparks of pleasure. She was gradually approaching her peak, as the Star Spawn had warmed her up well with his tentacles before, so all that remained now was to complete their mating act. The monster held her legs with his hands, while some of the tentacles played with her breasts, their tips teasing her sensitive nipples. His lustful growls aroused her even more, just as her moans had the same effect on him. And as they continued their steamy copulation, they both heard the sound of cultists chanting from the doorway where the monster had come through before. Darla turned her head in that direction. Although it was pitch back there, she thought there might be a way to some sacrificial chamber. And that’s where they were probably sacrificing Lucy to the Great Old One. Suddenly the ground underneath them began shaking. Darla gasped, as she didn’t expect anything of this kind. “What’s happening?” she asked through erratic breaths. “They are awaking the Great Old One,” the monster’s voice resonated in her head while he didn’t slow down his thrusts. “The shaking is the sign of him rising any moment.” Answering her question, the tentacled being increased the moving speed, earning loud, lustful moans from his mate. And interestingly enough, the faster he thrust into her, the stronger the ground shook, and the louder and faster the cultists’ chant became. “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn! Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!” Darla felt getting closer to her peak. Another thrust, another moan. “Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!” Closer… Closer… Harder… Louder… Faster… “Iä, Cthulhu!” Despite her mind being foggy from the overwhelming ecstasy, Darla realized it was her voice yelling out this phrase. What’s more, she wasn’t the only one. The Star Spawn’s growl resonated in her mind again, speaking the same words in unison with her and the cultists. Their voices combined themselves in a bizarre, unearthly cacophony. “Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!” That was the last drop. Screaming out the sacred chant, Darla climaxed at her fullest when the monster made the final thrust and released his seed into her. Now that’s what she could call true euphoria. But then then ground shook so violently that Darla slightly jumped on the altar. It seemed like some kind of nuclear explosion to her. By that moment, the monster’s penis was already out of her. “What on Earth was that?” she exclaimed. “Is that the Great Old One?” “Yes, it is,” the Star Spawn replied. “He is awake now. Come on now. We must be there and witness his rising.” The monster moved away from her, and Darla quickly got down from the altar and put her white robe back on. She then looked at the dark doorway and then at the creature. “Which way do we have to go? Can we somehow go through there?” she pointed at the doorway. “I could hear the cultists chanting from there. And I don’t know if we can get there in time. It’s still a distance to walk.” The Star Spawn said nothing. Instead, he grabbed her waist, pressing her firmly to his body. “Now hold on to me. You will not manage to blink when we are already there.” Darla did as she was told, and the monster spread his membranous, dragon-like wings. Darla slightly nodded in understanding. She had completely forgotten about his wings. And right as her arms wrapped around his torso, the Star Spawn soared into the air and flew through the dark hallway with the speed of a bullet. Just as Darla had guessed, it was a straight way out to the shore. The cultists immediately turned to see a Star Spawn of the Great Old One with the descendant in his arms. As the monster landed and put her on the ground, Darla slowly walked towards the circle where Lucy was still tied to a stone pillar. She cringed, seeing her bloody body, while the scarlet liquid flowed down her torso and legs, covered with numerous symbols carved in them. Lucy had no strength to talk anymore. She looked at Darla, her eyes pleading for help, but that’s when gigantic tentacles appeared before them, and the upper part of Cthulhu’s head rose from the water. His eyes watched everyone gathered on the shore, but most of his attention was focused on his descendant and on the young woman that the cultists presented to him as a gift. Two of the cultists then untied Lucy and dragged her to the edge of the circle closest to Cthulhu. Lucy didn’t even resist anymore. She had lost much blood, and the strength to fight had faded with it. And just as they stepped away from her, one of the gargantuan tentacles wrapped around her body and snatched her away into the depths of the ocean. Darla watched the entire scene in silence. Instead of crying or cursing the cult for giving her friend away to an ancient creature, she felt nothing. She felt indifferent to her ex-friend’s fate. In any other situation, this fact would have terrified her, but not this time. Beings like Cthulhu were totally indifferent to humanity, especially to people’s feelings. And she had his blood running through her veins. It seemed to finally activate, which also had triggered the changes in her physical body. Everyone in the cult noticed her skin now having faint greyish color with some notes of green. All were silent, including the Star Spawn, and watched Darla’s interaction with the Great Old One. “Darla…” Cthulhu’s voice boomed in her ears. This time, everyone else heard it, too. “Come closer.” And she did. She felt no fear. Darla knew that he would never harm her, despite his impressive size. She approached the very edge of the rock, dangerously close to one of his many tentacles protruding from the water. One of them moved to her, and she extended her hand to it. His cold, slick appendage and her warm, soft hand touched each other. The feeling was somewhat similar to the one when she touched the Star Spawn. Then the tentacle moved away from her, and before the Great Old One sank back into the depths of the ocean, she heard his voice one last time. “Welcome home, my child.”