Dark Descendants (Lovecraftian Erotica)
Edwin Blackwood has just come into his inheritance: a lonely manor by the sea, grey and desolate. But he won't be alone. He's been given a butler he can barely keep his eyes- or hands- off of, and deep beneath the manor something lurks. Something old and dangerous, made of tentacles and teeth, and it only wants to welcome Edwin home... More
Warning: this 8800 word erotic short story contains tentacle sex, eldritch monsters, double penetration, blowjobs, mindfuckery, restraints and more. May be too hot to handle!
An excerpt for adults only!
Even slick with the thing’s slime it feels like it’s splitting him and Edwin whines low in his throat, pained and twitching away from the intrusion. It’s relentless, pressing into him inch by inch until he can feel it undulating within him. He cries out at that, opens his eyes- and then shuts them, because it’s all too much, too much, too much.
It starts moving inside him, curling in little shapes until it hits something that makes him see stars and he gasps. The inrush of air brings in a wave of that scent he can’t name but twines around his brainstem like a choking vine, crowding out thought and reason.
For a moment he barely remembers who or where he is and only feels. He whimpers like an animal in heat until it fades, and his next lungful of air brings that dizzy absence back while the whispering voices comb through his mind.
The thing’s hands- tentacles- are all over him, sharp mouths nipping bruised circles into his flesh while he bucks against the thing’s intruding limbs. It’s starting to feel good. Coils shift around his cock and tease at his balls, play across his chest and squirm over his mouth. The smell is so thick he can’t think and he mewls low in his throat, low and mindless and helpless.