Justin Campbell
This is a modified version of the story "Down by the Tracks"
by Dulcinea which I found on alt.sex.stories. It isn't very
good, but does have some sex in it.
Standard disclaimers apply about copyright, young children
being molested and subverted by Great Old Ones. Just as a
reminder, I should let you know that you are in fact reading
alt.sex.cthulhu, you pervert.
She had a "thing" for Azathoth.
He knew that. He'd always known that. Their home was close to
the centre of Chaos, where she could hear the high pitched shrieks
which emanated from its dark lair, and on summer nights when the windows were open, the monotonous gurglings of unseen horrors.
Tonight, probably the last warm night of the Indian Summer, he
had plans for her and her fetish.
The picnic had been lovely. He'd driven out of the city to an
old dirt road, eventually pulling off to the side and then leading
her down a trail to this lovely clearing by a babbling brook.
Spreading the blanket in the afternoon sun, they'd gorged
themselves on cold chicken, potato salad, and mi-go cookies.
Truth to tell, she was convinced this was an elaborate set up by
him for another erotic adventure. But now, as they lay side by
side on the blanket, not touching, she wasn't so sure. Perhaps
this was simply a picnic, and nothing else. She sighed
contentedly. The picnic was romantic, and who, besides the mystic old tomes, said sex needed to intrude on every romantic venture?
She sighed again, not so contentedly. Right now, she needed sex
to intrude. She needed something, preferably tentacled and mindless!
His hand was suddenly on her breast, casually massaging the soft
flesh, teasing the nipple to a peak. Closing her eyes, she gave
herself up to the sensations as his mouth covered her nipple
through the tee-shirt, gently sucking.
She felt it before she heard it, the ground rumbling beneath
them. Azathoth was nearby, and she smiled, listening for the
familiar sounds, the unique gurgling as it did its duties. His
hand slid under her shirt, flesh against flesh, bringing the
other nipple to life.
"Oh Honey," she moaned, her hands running through his hair.
She could hear it now, ever so faint in the background. Her shorts
were suddenly gone, his hands caressing her bare ass, the insides
of her thighs. His mouth was tracing down her stomach, licking her
navel, heading for the wetness between her legs.
Azathoth was closer still, as her boyfriend's tongue lapped
hungrily at her pussy. She wondered where the beast really was,
how close they actually were. His fingers deep inside of her drove
thoughts of the mad blind beast from her mind, her body going
through waves of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her.
"Mmm." He said, rising to his knees. He licked his lips,
slowly unzipping his pants. "What a nice end to a good meal." He
laughed.
His cock was so hard, it stood straight out as he lowered his
pants, the head already wet from precum. She reached out with her
fingers and wiped it away, raising her hand to her mouth to lick it clean. "mmm." She agreed.
Holding his cock in his hand, he brought it down to her pussy,
rubbing the head against her excited clit. Her moaning encouraged
him, and he began to rub his cock up and down her slit, teasing
her, sliding deep inside of her, then pulling back out, her pussy
muscles grasping at his cock.
Something screamed again, so close, startling her, and he
took that opportunity to plunge deep inside of her, filling her
completely. She gasped, her eyes wide, staring up at him. "Where
is Azathoth at?" she asked.
"About ten feet that way." He pointed with his chin. There was
a huge clump of bushes there, blocking her view. He began to pump
in and out of her, Azathoth nearing them now. She could catch
glimpses of the dark form through the bushes, but she couldn't really see it. She hoped that meant it couldn't really see them. She giggled.
Oh, let it look and be jealous! The ground rumbled as though they were experiencing an earthquake, dead leaves flying around them as
Azathoth approached. She loved this!
She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sounds of it
and the fullness of her pussy, her cries of pleasure lost in the
gurling of the alien form nearby. As though he had planned it, he
erupted inside of her as a terrible scream erupted from the
woods, her body convulsing a third time before he collapsed on top of her.
He lay for a second, drained of all energy. Then, knowing full
well that unknown horror was so close, he reached for his grimoire. He took their portable pentagram from the picnic basket, opened it and began to chant. As he spread the sticky remains of their love to each of its points, he recited "Fdthou nin L'Ronh, Y'gendh youf Azathoth, Lw'aee thith vaugh!" The center of the pentagram burst into a deep blue flame and the sound of air rushing to fill a massive vacuum exploded near them.
"That was incredible." She whispered, when the smoke and noise had
passed, and they could hear each other again. Laying in his arms,
she kissed his chest, snuggling closer.
"You told me you loved Azathoth." He answered, kissing the top of
her head. "And I love you."
She smiled, letting her hands roam his body, letting herself
totally relax in his arms. "Honey!" she said suddenly, licking his
chest. "Did I ever tell you how much I like Cthulhu?"
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