R'lyeh has Risen (Closed)

[Last_Rider]

Humanity never really paid attention to the warnings. Sure they understood the basics, but their view of things has always been painfully limited. The greatest kindness ever afforded humanity may have been the inability of them to understand all the different parts of their brain, but it was also the greatest weakness. They never saw it coming.

No meteors, solar flares, or second big bang. There was a tidal wave, a huge tsunami as the great city of R'lyeh rose again. The wall of water would turn out to be one of the least horrifying things to come from it. The Elder Gods had woken from their slumber and our petty civilization crumbled. Humans now either ran and hid, or lost their minds to serve the Elder Gods. Creatures, beyond just the Great ones, now roamed the Earth. Previously reserved form only the darkest corners of the Earth, now they could be free.

Now they could feel, could live.

 

[Chalintra]

In the days before the Dark Gods came, darkness had been Paulas friend. She had been a showgirl, earning her money when the honest people had long been asleep, amidst the bright limelights and the loud music of the band there had been her home. The honest people had some bad names for her, but on the other hand, she earned their good money and had lots of fun.

Then, when the true horror first shown it´s face, there were the “good people”, calling themselves the “New Puritans”, trying to regain the help of their “Good God” by erasing all Sin from the face of the world. She´d been there, hiding in a dark corner, when these bastards burned some of her girlfriends from the show at the stake. It´s been the most horrific thing she´s ever seen then, but, things went worse. When the first of these former so called “Good People” realized, that their god wouldn´t help them, they changed the colour of their hooded robes from bloodstained white to a deep purple, calling themselves Cultists now. Their first victims were their former puritan brethern, and now it was their turn to burn. In these days the big city turned in to a slaughterhouse.
Then, they began their search for fitting sacrifices they could make to their new Gods, and they thought it´d be a good idea to pick from the beautiful young girls of the city. The gruesome orgys they celebrated for their dark gods were way more lewd and sinful than every show Paula had ever danced in. There, in the hands and chains of the cultists she´d seen their last remaining friends die. Nowadays, Paula sometimes thinks that they are the lucky ones, not her.

Paula fled from the big city, trying to avoid the hunting parties of the cultists, as she obviously fitted their scheme for the ideal sacrifice so well. Out in the countryside she hoped to find shelter and some people who were not as crazed as the cultists, but her hopes were vain. The smaller towns followed the citys example by the letter, so she had to endure all the fears and dangers over and over again, sometimes escaping by sheer luck only.
So she has changed to the very small villages. Most of them were deserted and empty, the farmers had fled their homes and their fields, only to die somewhere else. Others were idyllic pictures to behold, the people there living their lives as they always had. Only to remind her of the dangers she´s living in as a welcomed guest when, at Sundays, the good people put on their deep purple robes to hunt for her, as she´s such a fitting sacrifice to Yogg-Whosoever.

Today she´d spend about an hour to watch the tiny tidy houses of Little Storpington. She knew that there would be cultists hiding underneath the harmless face of idyllic everyday life. But hunger bites deep and the bakers shop was only a few meteres away from a hedgerow. She got there whitout someone taking notice. At last, that´s what Paula thought. The baker, a gruffy fellow, coldn´t resist as she offered a blowjob as payment for a fresh bread – noone had any use for money anyway. As she felt his warm seed dripping from her chin, she heard them coming. The baker tried to grab her, but Paula took a deep bite from the flesh she´d tasted before, so he was noone to count in for a chase anymore. She grabbed the bread and fled, running for her life.

 

[Last_Rider]

The creature wasn't old. Of the Old Gods there were surprisingly few. Of course only a few were needed, but most of the creatures that humans saw on a regular basis were far from old. They come through with the Old Gods, or were spawned from the nightmares of the perceptive. Some were the results of dark rituals, people who had given too much of themselves to the Old Gods. Their spawn couldn't be human.

This creature was young, and at the moment unaware. It sensed the girl, it knew instinctively it was a female, and began creeping from the crevices and the rocks. It also sensed those following the girl, but they were of no import. The thing paid them no heed at first, until one got too close. They fell down and uttered strange sounds, the creature cared not. The one closest made a wet sound when it's fragile form came apart.

They left, and the thing followed the girl. It was dark, the true shape lost in the haze of blackness it emitted. It didn't hurry, and moved like a viscous material across the terrain. It didn't seem to move up and down, just to relentlessly cover the distance. It could feel the girl.

It wanted the girl.

 

[Chalintra]

Paula had a good start, the villagers had gathered in front of the shop, waiting for her to come out, but she escaped through the backdoor and headed for the hedgerow that would cover her escape from sight. But there again, mens best friend - and her most often enemys, barked an alarm. The neighbours dog had noticed her and his call for the hunters made the cultists speed up and follow her.
Paula was fast. She had done such races very often by now, always been the prey and always escaped. Then, something stange, something terrible. At first, she heard the shouts and warnings of the cultists, loud and threatening as ever. But then, those shouts changed. These were the screams of agony and death. Paula didn´t dare to look back. She doesn´t want to know what´s happening way back over there. She just ran faster.
She had planned her escape route as she has always done during her last visits to such unpleasant little villages. At her first stop, she grabbed her Rucksack she´d hidden there, and her next stop was a nice little hideout.

 

[Last_Rider]

It followed her trail, it could tell by her smell, by her thoughts. It tracked slowly but relentlessly. She stopped a bit closer to sundown, a nice little cave. The creature waited and watched until she was relaxed. Her thoughts were less hurried, then it crept into the cave.

It reached out with the many tentacles that seemed to sprout from the darkness at the center. The first wrapped about the ends of her legs, a few moved further up and gripped at her thighs, others explored the appendages at the ends of her legs.

 

[Chalintra]

There had been hope. The Cultists had met an ill fate, at least some of them as their screams had told her. Paula didn´t want to know more about it, but it had bought her time. She entered her temporary hideout and there, she felt safe. Sure, she knew this safety wouldn´t last for long, but tonight there wouldn´t be any unwelcomed guests. The tasty fresh bread she had bought was delicios and so she calmed down and called the day a success. The cave she´d found was a small one, too small to be the home of anything big, dark and evil, so she had no reason to worry about that too.Tonight, she´d have some hours of good, healthy sleep.
How wrong she had been.
The first touches of the creatures tentacles went without her notice. Something deep inside warned her, but this only payed off in hazy nightmares. She wiggled a bit, as the creature touched her bare legs (yes, she´d felt safe enough to slip out of her jeans before she had crawled underneath her woolen blanket). Her uneasy dream made her feel these touches as the chains that held one of her girlfriends upon an unholy altar before Cultists raped her to death. But then, something tickled her feet. No Cultist would do that. She knew, this was a dream.

 

[Last_Rider]

Something about her pulsed when the tentacles stroked the softer part of her feet. The creature moved closer, whatever she'd just let out felt good to it. It added a few more tentacles, wiggling them between her toes, along the bottoms of her feet, and a few sliding further up. It was guided by touch, by the tactile sensations and the reaction from the girl.

A different energy came from her as more tentacles slid up her legs, wrapping around and holding her still as it explored.

 

[Chalintra]

A strange dream. Her subconsciousness still struggled to decide if this was real or a funny twist of her nightmare, meanwhile her body had already shown stronger reactions. She twitched and even giggled - a noise the dark creature for sure never heared, but then, she even tries to get her feet out of the ticklers way. That´s the time when her mind knows it´s a nightmare, as she feels the strands of flesh that hold her in place. Uneasyness wells up, slight fear, but there, in one hidden corner of her mind, some naughty little curiousness about what will happen next.

 

[Last_Rider]

The girl had begun moving a bit in her sleep, it could feel her conscious mind still mostly resting below the surface. That sound. It paused for a moment, the sound was different. Plus her energy changed when it was made. The creature moved closer, now tentacles wound about her wrists, holding her down more securely but also not wanting to wake her.

More tentacles slipped under her garment to rub against her skin. Along her sides, across her tummy, anywhere that got that delicious sound to come from her again. It was like food, and the tentacles relentlessly and slowly stroked her sensitive skin to get the most out of her.

One moved further up her thigh and found very delicate skin. Curious, it slipped under the clothes and began exploring her sex.

 

[Chalintra]

Now, Paula deliberately tries to keep her dream from becoming a bad one. No, not a bad dream. Her mind played tricks on itself, changing the scene to a pleasant one. A show, up on the stage, dancing like she had done months ago, together with four men who were touching her, stealing her clothes, getting more and more intimate, moving with the seductive rythm of the music. Soft moans escape her, plesure and excitement. But she knew, this wasn´t her dream alone.

 

[Last_Rider]

The girls psychic rhythm changed again, and the creature paused. The tentacle probing at her sex found a warm wet entrance and quickly slithered inside. More tentacles slipped up under her shirt and wound around her breasts, making the fleshy orbs distend a bit.

Her body was beginning to react, and the creature slowed. It was curious, and continued, watching and perceiving much about the female it was playing with.

 

[Chalintra]

The touches felt nice, stimulating, even arousing, but, they also felt wrong. Paula knew, even asleep and dreaming, that her co-dancers on stage would not have touched her that way. They knew how to touch a girl, and they knew how to touch her, as they had done so very often. This time, the dancers in her dream were daring and interested, but without knowledge or profession. They were trying, exploring, not unlike a young and unexperienced boy but much bolder and without fear. The sensations didn´t match her dream-reality, so it all got confused, the pictures became hazy, scenes switched fast and unrelated to each other, made her dizzy.

Paula stirred and moaned, her consciousness rising. Soon, very soon she would wake up. Would she keep on moaning? Would her breasts still keep on growing those tiny little nipples that were so sensitive to the softest touch? Would she produce more of this sweet smelling fluids?

 

[Last_Rider]

The girl was coming up from her slumber, but the creature didn't care. It could restrain her, and it was feeling good. While not truly sentient yet, the creature enjoyed what it was doing and so would continue to do it until it ceased to be enjoyable. More tentacles slid up under her clothing and found the pink nipples that were peaked.

It toyed with them, enjoying the way the girl reacted. Another tentacle was probing her sex, not penetrating like one already was, but moving through her folds and seeing where it liked to touch.

 

[Chalintra]

Paula knew she wasn´t sleeping, wasn´t dreaming any more. But she was still pretending to do so and hoped, who - or whatever was touching her wold still believe she was. Whatever touched her felt strange. No fingers, no human skin, no rope or chain, nothing she had a name for. She didn´t want to know WHAT was touching her, as she knew for sure that she wouldn´t survive this knowledge. Without further control her body started to move, gently swaying her hips back and forth, twisting and turning, just a little bit, but enough to help those "whatsoevers" touching the right spots. That´s the kind of trick her body always played to taunt her own reason and believes. It makes her feel good.

 

[Last_Rider]

The creature could feel the girl responding, sweet fluids were sliding over the tentacle that was in her body, and when it played with a nub of flesh between her folds she moved and made a delightful sound. Still more tentacles slid up her body, holding, probing, exploring.

She was giving off a delightful psychic energy, it felt good for the creature to be close to it. It increased the pace of what it was doing, feeling the aura, feeling her body changing, reacting to what was happening.

 

[Chalintra]

This was going to be really good. Those strands of flesh were getting bolder and they learned quickly. Try and error is a hard way to learn things when you have only two hands to use on a girls body, but, here there are so many touches at the same time and such a sure mind that responds to every success with more of the right stuff that this made Paulas heat rise to high level in almost no time at all. She had decided that it would be a mistake to open her eyes to see what she doesn´t want to see, she almost knew, but she doesn´t want to know for sure. So it´s time to have fun, may be her last time ever.
Soft moans accompany smooth moves. She doesn´t dare to touch those fleshy things that were playing her strings so fine, may be she´d disturb them doing the good game, may be she´d frighten them or chase them away, things she does not want to happen right now. So all she can do is to undress the last bits of clothing that´s between her skin and those gentle touches. Careful and slow, always paying attention that she might give a nice show as a bonus.

 

[Last_Rider]

The creature watched, the girl was moving, and her motions were not unpleasant as the tentacles slipped around her body and moved with her, caressing her skin, feeling her heat and her energy building. She was approaching a peak, it could tell that. Curious to experience it, and feeding off the energy she gave off it pushed on, learning quickly. It played with her nipples, and the bundle of nerves in her folds that she seemed to love so much.

 

[Chalintra]

She could feel the tiny hot spot right above her bellybutton grow in size and temperature. It would blow up like a little balloon, filled with hot water and then, when time would come it would explode, sending rushes of this oh so pleasant heat through every vein and nerve of her body. It´s always the same and it´s worth living for.
But there was this steady whisper. Her mind kept on reasoning, gaining ground against the simple joy her body was following. There is something dark, something unnatural, something that couldn´t and shouldn´t be in existence. Most of all, it´s right next to you Paula, it´s touching you, and, it´s going to be your doom. That´s what her mind was telling her.
She doesn´t want to believe in her reasoning. She wants to keep on listening to her simple bodys pleasures. But the steady whisper kept gnawing. The balloon stopped growing. She realized that whatever held her tight and firm was part of this unspeakable something. That the tiny little touches were done by this unspeakable something too.
Her sanity started to erode.
The hot spot fought against this, fuelled by those bolder and more precise touches that made it grow. But darkness got darker than pitch black. Fear grew without making sense, eyes longing to see but her eyelids stayed shut. If she would see what can´t be seen Paula would be lost, and her mind told her that she already was.
Hope? Is there any?

 

[Last_Rider]

Something was different. Her energy was different, darker somehow. It paused, considering if it liked this new energy. It decided it didn't, and began slowly moving through, over, around her again. More gently this time, finding the spots that had made the other energy come out of her. It wanted that energy again, it felt good to be around that energy.

Tentacles tickled her clit, twisted inside of her, squeezed her nipples, slid over her breasts, everything that had been working before.