Content Warning: This is a short fiction post based on DrawKill’s Goretober Prompt List. It may contain violence, gore, creepy shit, sexy shit, or all of the above.
Grandmother said the world was not always this way. There was a time when grass was green and the skies above were clear and blue, when you could see little sparks at night called stars. She said that once, there were more people than you could ever truly count or know. There were many different religions and beliefs, and wars would be fought over them: over whose god was true, whose philosophy was to be followed.
But that was because none of them could see their gods. They worshiped by faith alone, and had to wait until death before they even knew if it had done them any good.
The world had changed. Humans were dead and the Gods were alive. Our time of ownership over earth had ended.
It was the Old Gods’ now.
The sky was the same gray as the barren earth beneath it, so everything ran together like a child’s melting crayons in the heat of summer. Except there was so little heat now – Grandmother said there used to be a whole season of it. But summer was mere days when the clouds were allowed to clear and the people rejoiced to see the sun’s light. So briefly were the Gods merciful. They liked the gray and the cool, damp air. So we humans bundled ourselves in furs and huddled around the light of our fires, praying for the day we would see the Gods’ mercy again.
Our towns were built upon the ruins of the old cities – crumbling, brown, gray, rusting. Nests in the broken shell of old comforts. Grandmother said that when the Gods first came, They destroyed the cities first – not from malice, no, but from confusion. This world was to be rebuilt as Their old world was. For They came from a place both very far and terribly near, a dimension so like our own yet untouched by human hands and evolved down a different path over the millennia. Some of the High Priests said they had been blessed to see this old world – one of impossible colors and geometry, shapes undefinable, creatures incomprehensible. Those of us who had seen the Old Gods on earth described Them much the same. They were not right for this world.
Yet, here They were.
The caves on the mountainside were one of the few places where things still took root in the ground. Crops did not grow, farms had no purpose now other than to raise the pigs and cattle that served as our meat. But we still needed plants lest our bodies break down. We needed the mushrooms and tiny creeping vines that filled the caves in the Gods’ Mountain.
They lived there, in those craggy peaks. When my mother was still a child They had crawled out of the cracks after a great earthquake laid ruin to the earth. Still They lingered there: in the shadow of the mountain, in its misty heights. In the night sometimes Their voices carried down to us in the towns: an ancient tongue, a language undefined, booming tones almost too low for human ears. And sometimes, if one stared long enough, one could see Their shapes in the mist: gargantuan, constantly shifting, as if the mountain itself had begun to move.
It was not safe to go to the mountain. It was not safe to harvest in the caves, but it had to be done. Over the years many had gone, and never returned. The High Priests alone decided to take up the burden. But they too were taken as sacrifices. The people were growing sick off of only meat day after day. The young children could scarcely eat it.
“Perhaps the gods will have pity on the innocent.”
So they chose, next, from among the young women of the town.
They chose me.
I, Justine, daughter of Harriett and the High Priest Benjamin. It was my 18th year and I had yet to wed. I was deemed innocent enough to dare go before the Gods. To go up the mountain. To return food to my people. Of course I was frightened. Of course my stomach sank the moment I was approached and those words fell:
“You have been chosen.”
But despite the terror that spread like ice through my veins, I would not deny them. I could not look upon my mother’s sallow, sunken face and say no. I could not think on the memory of my Grandmother and refuse to help. I had been chosen. The Gods would be merciful.
I repeated it. It became a mantra as I was prepared.
The Gods will be merciful.
The Gods will be merciful.
Mother bathed me in oil and cold water infused with rosemary – that precious rare herb, kept only by the priests and burned in small quantities for the Gods. Then she burned the slim branches of an old oak and let the smoke fill the room, so I was covered in it and shielded. My dress was gray wool, as was my cloak and the bonnet over my black hair.
My mother kissed my forehead as she pressed the basket into my arms. “Go lightly,” she said, and I could hear the fear in her voice. “Stay to the path and you will find the caves. “If They come, don’t look at Them. Look down until They pass.”
I nodded. “Yes, mama.” Her eyes filled with tears, but she did not allow them to fall.
“I will take you as far as the bridge.”
Mother and I left the town together. I could feel the eyes of the townsfolk watching me from their boarded windows. Their whispered prayers drifted through the streets as I went. I had seen so many go as I did. Some returned. Many more did not. Why would I be special? What could possibly be different about one quiet girl who usually forgot to say her prayers and had never even been blessed with a vision from the Gods?
I was just the next sacrifice. My hands trembled so I clutched my basket tighter. I was going to die on that mountain.
The Gods will be merciful.
The mountain loomed into the skies above, lost in the milky amalgamation of mist and clouds. The bridge stood among the ruins of skyscrapers and piled concrete, wires and pipes jutting up into the air like the spines of a massive beast. The bridge was made of chain, wood, and sheets of metal. It led across the Great Chasm, the first crack that had opened in the ground when the earth shook and the Gods crawled out. You could never hope to see the bottom. It was best not to look down at all.
My mother kissed my hands, my face. “I’ll wait for you,” she whispered. “Your father is praying for you. You’ll be safe.”
I nodded. Words were lost to me. The bridge led off into the mist, swaying slightly in the breeze. I steeled my courage just to set foot upon it. With my eyes fixed ahead, I gripped the chain with my free hand and stepped lightly onto the first wood plank. I felt it settle under my weight, the creak of the chain making me wince. Don’t break, don’t break, don’t break. One more step. Another. And another. I was midway across.
Something roared in the mountains. An ancient voice, distant and muffled. I stopped in the middle of the bridge, staring into the clouds that obscured the mountain top. Was it great wings that I saw move through the mist? Or was it only the clouds curling and billowing in the breeze?
“Don’t look at Them,” I whispered. “Don’t look.”
I kept staring at the road on the other side of the bridge. It felt like an eternity before my feet were back on solid ground. I said a small prayer in thanks for my safe passage, and continued up the broken road. Slabs of black asphalt lay at odd cracked angles, the earth underneath forced up in pillars and mounds. Small shacks lay in the distance: outcasts, the Dismissed, thrown out to survive on their own. No one knew if any of them were still surviving, or if only their bones inhabited those sad shelters.
The road vanished beneath dust and ash. Only a narrow path led into the mountains, then slowly up its rocky sides. I could not pause, I could not give my courage a chance to falter. A plank of wood lay half-buried in the ground just before I entered the gorge ahead, scrawled upon with chipping dark paint: Beware You Who Enter – Here Rest the Gods.
The Gods will be merciful.
I stepped into the gorge. The mountains surrounded me on all sides. Gnarled, burnt trees loomed, their blackened limbs reaching out to me as if pleading for help. The dirt underfoot was as powdery as ash, and I left clouds of it behind me as I walked. The path sloped upward, winding its careful way around boulders and old fallen trees.
“Just follow the path,” I said softly. “You’ll be safe, Justine.”
I didn’t know how long I had to walk before I could expect to see a cave: no one truly did. Those who came back from the mountain could scarcely recall the time they had spent here. Sound was muffled: even my own steps sounded distant. Strange echoes carried down from above, screeches like birds followed by deep voices that seemed to thrum through my being. The wind blew, but did not make a sound in my ears. The air was unnatural, thicker somehow. Heavy and cold.
At last, as I rounded a bed, I saw a dark gash in the mountainside: the first of the caves. Gasping with relief, I picked up my pace and sprinted towards in. The entryway was narrow, but I slipped inside and took my lantern off my belt. Once lit, I could see that the walls around me were all black rock, slightly damp. Water was dripping somewhere within. And there, just a few yards inside, was a patch of pale mushrooms.
I knelt and harvested them, giving each a little shake to ensure that all their spores were freed so more could grow. I felt safer within that cave: sheltered, protected. I could almost forget about the eerie gray landscape outside, the distant cries of unknown beasts. In here it smelt slightly moldy and damp: not unlike home.
I stopped, hands full of mushrooms. Had I…no…I could not have heard a voice. I looked back toward the cave entrance, almost expecting to see that someone had followed me out here. But there was no one. Perhaps the wind? That strange, noiseless wind, like great breaths. I shook my head, laid the mushrooms in my basket, and raised my lantern high. There – another patch! Deeper into the cave. It sloped downward. Water was slowly dripping in little rivulets down the rocky wall.
I stopped. I couldn’t pretend that time: the voice was too clear. Too close. But where? I hardly dared to glance behind me again, but the way from which I’d come was still empty. Then ahead? In that darkness beyond the edges of my lantern’s light. The dripping water…dripping…or footsteps?
“Who’s there?” I said. I did not speak loudly, but my voice echoed in the cave, making me jump. The echoes seemed to carry on endlessly. How far did this cave go?
Ignoring the mushrooms, I dared to walk a little deeper. The pathway sloped abruptly, and I nearly slipped, having to skip and a hop my way down lest I fall flat on my face. But then the chamber widened, and I could no longer see the ceiling. Stalagmites rose from the cave floor, taller than my head, glistening with moisture in my flickering lantern light. Something was pitter-pattering ahead – like bare feet on stone. I could hear water – rippling, like waves touching a shore. I swore there were whispers – soft, no more than a breeze, a sigh.
My name being called?
“Who are you?” I hardly whispered, and still my voice seemed too loud. There were puddles beneath my boots, and cold water dripping from the ceiling. Something told me to turn back – it wan’t safe – this was not a place for humans, not a place for one lone girl –
“Who are you?”
The voice was a hiss, a demand. Feminine and vicious. In a panic I dropped my lantern and it shattered, the flame guttering immediately. I was plunged into darkness, and in utter terror I fell to my knees, covering my eyes. Don’t look at Them, don’t look at Them. It was one of the Gods, it had to be! I had somehow stumbled into Her lair, my curiosity damning me.
I could hear the pitter-pattering all around me, but knew even if I uncovered my eyes I would not be able to see them. I heard chuckles, growls, huffs of breath. Still I knelt there, curled over, eyes covered, trembling.
“Why do you hide your face, girl?” The voice filled the chamber, filled my head. It made my stomach tighten in fear. “I already know your visage, your name, your intention. Justine. Naive girl. Simple girl. Hungry girl.”
“I mean no harm,” I cried, trying not to weep. “I come only to collect food for my people! We are starving…desperate…please…”
The chamber filled with womanly laughter, somehow sinister. “Of course you are. Poor little humans. Always desperate. Always searching. Burrowing and foraging like little rats. Always hungry. So often you come. Sending one or two. Desperate frightened things, scurrying about.”
“I come-come in respect,” I said, my voice muffled by my hands. “I come in worship.”
“Oh? In worship? Then look upon me. Stop hiding your face.”
I was shaking from head to foot. The nasty whispers were so close around me, the gnashing of teeth. Mother had told me not to look…I couldn’t look…something was sliding towards me, like a snake slithering over the stone. The whispers grew excited, the chattering grew louder…
I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bear to uncover my eyes. I couldn’t, I couldn’t. It would be the death of me. The slithering was almost upon me-
“I. Said. Stop. Hiding. Your. Face!”
Something thick and wet wrapped around my body with the swiftness of a whip. It curled around my middle and snaked between my arms, forcing them down and wrapping them to my sides. I barely had time to scream as I was ripped up from the floor, pulled through the air as if by thick ropes. My eyes flew open in sheer horror, and I had merely a glimpse of dozens of little glowing eyes around me before I flew at terrible speed through the air, carried by a snake-like thing thicker than my leg, and growing only thicker the further down it went. Stalactites rushed by, and suddenly I stopped – I was suspended in the air, held tightly around my middle, face to face with a God.
She was coiled around a massive stalagmite, jutting out of a pool of black water over which I was held suspended. Her face looked so human – at first. But all Her parts were at least twice the size of any human woman. Beautiful and dark, with a wide jaw and strong neck leading to a very human-like torso – full breasts, wide hips. That was where the resemblance stopped, for instead of legs, Her form widened and became long, thick tentacles. There were eight of them that I could count – barely count, for I was so in shock I was unsure of where to look. She was covered in patches of iridescent green scales, and Her wide eyes were entirely yellow with thin black slits for pupils.
My breath felt stuck in my chest. The thing coiled around me was one of her tentacles, thick and wet and squeezing ever tighter. I feared She would squeeze tight enough to crush my ribs. I tried to sob, but couldn’t get enough air. The only sound that came out of me was a strangled whimper. Her yellow eyes narrowing, She pulled me closer so that I was mere inches from Her face.
“Do not hide yourself from me, little girl,” She said softly, Her voice carrying an accent I had never heard before. “Do not avert your eyes in disrespect.”
“N-no disrespect,” I choked. “Mama…told me…not-not t-to look.”
She leaned back slightly from me. I could not be sure, but I hoped that the expression I saw on her was sympathy, softening her features. “Foolish humans,” She said. “You truly know nothing of us, nothing of my kind, nothing of the old ways.” She sighed, and I noticed that Her curly black hair was long enough to fall well past Her waist. She was utterly, devastatingly beautiful – yet still horrifying, still the most fearsome creature I had ever laid eyes upon.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, sure that my death was nigh. “I’m so…so sorry.”
She shook her head. “Aw, poor, frightened little girl. Count yourself lucky – you’ve caught me in a good mood and well-fed.” A long, forked tongue snaked from between Her teeth, and a shudder went up my spine. “I don’t think I’ll kill you today.”
I sighed heavily in relief, but She did not move to put me down. Instead, She raised another tentacle from the water, dripping with dark, brackish liquid, and began to snake it up my leg. The feeling was akin to a slug moving over me, save for the soft suction from Her hundreds of thick cups coating the underside of the limb.
“W-what…what are you doing?” My voice trembled as the tentacle wrapped around my upper thigh. Suddenly, Her grip around my middle released. I screamed, anticipating a fall – but She still held my leg. I dangled there, upside-down, and my cloak slipped off my shoulders and drifted to the water below. I struggled to keep my dress pushed up to cover myself, but it was little use. The blood was rushing to my head.
“You humans are such a nasty bunch,” She said, turning me this way and that so I flopped about in the air. I was like a doll hanging from a child’s hand. I thought I would be sick. “Nasty, dirty, ugly little things. Vermin on our land. But you-” Suddenly She drew me close again. I was staring into Her eyes over the dangling hem of my dress. “You’re not as bad as the others, are you, little girl?” Her tentacle snaked up my bare torso, making me shudder, and found the buttons at the back of my dress. One by one She popped them open. “Not quite as nasty as the others. Not as ruined by their filthy, disrespectful nature.” Pop! Pop! Pop! went the buttons. My entire back was bared, and Her tentacles began to pull the dress down, over my head as I squirmed. “You humans assume you know what we want. Assume you can placate us by burning herbs and sacrificing innocent animals, spilling blood uselessly. Foolish. Even when we lie so close, right here in the mountain, waiting for a question, any question, as to how you may truly worship.” My dress slipped away. It drifted down to the dark water like ashes in the breeze. I was almost entirely naked, only my panties and bonnet left behind, struggling to wrap my arms around in such a way that I could cover myself. “Instead you humans appoint priests, false holy men, and give them power to command you. You ask for rules from men, and think it serves the gods.”
“I’m sorry!” I whimpered, pleading, dizzied from hanging upside-down for so long.
“Oh don’t be sorry, silly girl, you are merely another one of their victims,” She hissed. “They send a naive young woman to me in hopes I won’t be offended.” She spun me, slowly. The cave became a kaleidoscope, lit by phosphorescent little plants that flashed among the craggy formations.. Lichens on the walls glowed in icy green patches, and strings of glittering thread covered the ceiling. I remembered my mother telling me about glow worms, and how they could make a whole cave glitter-
“I suppose this was one of their smarter decisions.”
I stopped spinning. I groaned, my stomach churning, as I gazed at Her otherworldly face upside down. “I’m not offended by you, little one. I’m intrigued. And rather hopeful. After all, you’re still young. You can still be taught. I’ll tell you what the Gods want. How you may please us, and bring a bounty to your people.”
My heart raced…how to please the Gods…yes…yes, that was what we needed! And they would be merciful, perhaps, if we could only please them!
“Teach me!” I begged. “Please! I want to learn!”
She chuckled, the sound filling the cavern as Her laughter swelled. “Oh my. What an eager girl. It’s almost precious.” Her tentacles moved me, and one wrapped about my chest and over my breasts. The suckers around my nipples made them immediately erect, and I gasped as I was flipped right side up again, my head floating as the blood rushed away and my bonnet came loose from all my flailing about. “Do you truly want to learn, precious girl?”
“Yes!” I exclaimed, eager, already thinking of the joy of the town’s folk if I managed to bring us the blessing of the Gods. “Yes, please, goddess, teach me!”
She chuckled again, and began to lower me. I realized there was a wide black rock in the water, flat and relatively smooth, spackled with little green glowing mosses. She stood me there, naked and damp, my hair hanging loose and messy. It took me a moment to regain steady footing, and as I did I heard scuffling at the shore. I looked back, toward the edge of the dark pool from whence I’d come. Dozens of small, dark tentacled creatures were scurrying into the water. Their faces were flat, their long mouths full of rows of teeth. They swam through the water toward my rock and gathered around the edge, little glowing eyes glaring up at me.
“What…what are they?” I said, trying to mask my horror.
“They are my pets, precious girl,” the Goddess said, Her tentacles gently coiling around my legs as She came down from her perch and glided through the water. “Don’t mind them. They’re used to getting to nibble on the bones of our visitors.” My eyes widened fearfully as the Goddess came near. “But as I said, precious girl. We will not be making a meal of you. At least…” The goddess paused in thought, and her hesitation felt like stones dropping in my stomach. “At least we won’t be making a meal of you like that.” She reached out a hand that could have been human if it were not twice the size of my own skull. “Don’t look so fearful. You’ve asked me ever so sweetly, so I’ll oblige: I’ll teach you how to please the Gods and Goddesses of Earth.”
“Thank you,” I could barely breath, so intimidated was I as Her hand tucked my messy hair behind my ear, Her size dwarfing me. Her tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own: they kept coiling around my rock, pushing away the frightful little gremlins that waited for my flesh. Two of them were still winding up my legs, loose and curious. They felt almost pleasant on my skin, wet caresses that sent goosebumps over me.
“But before that,” the Goddess said, her smile beaming. “I know you’re starving. You need to eat.” Her hand left my face, and went instead to cup the fullness of Her breasts. She squeezed them gently, first one and then the other, and tiny droplets of creamy white milk dripped from Her nipples. My mouth began to water…milk was a treat we rarely saw. What our cattle and pigs produced was nearly undrinkable – thin and yellow. Only the well-fed livestock owned by the High Priests ever produced the rich, thick milk only given to young children on their birthdays. It had been years since I’d had any…but I’d never forgotten the taste…
“Come, precious girl,” the Goddess opened her arms, Her tentacles tugging at my legs. “Come. Drink. Take what you need.”
I shuffled forward, uncertain, self-conscious. I knew what She expected of me, and it certainly was not to drink her milk from a cup. But how could I deny a Goddess? Especially when She was being so generous! And I was hungry…terribly hungry…
I stepped near, and She wrapped her arms around me affectionately. Her body felt colder than a human, and She was damp all over, Her scales smooth and pleasing to the touch as I clasped a breast in my hands. It was as big as my skull, heavy with milk. I looked up at Her uncertainly, and as She smiled I noticed for the first time how sharp all Her teeth were. “Go on,” She urged, and Her tentacles tightened around my legs. They lifted me, just slightly, giving me a better angle to latch. Slowly, I cupped my mouth upon Her breast. It took me a moment to figure out how best to suck, the urge to chew difficult to overcome. But the moment my mouth flooded with warm milk, my eyes almost rolled back in ecstasy. It was sweet, rich, and creamy – more delicious than any desert I had ever been gifted. It warmed my body like a shot of alcohol, flooding through me, quieting the rumblings in my belly. I watched Her smile as I suckled, Her tentacles slithering up and over my thighs until they were wrapped about my own breasts again. The suckers pulled tightly at my flesh, and teased about my nipples until they were hard again. Between Her touches and the delicious milk filling my belly, I was in Heaven.
So this was one of our fearsome Old Gods – She was terrifying, no doubt. But so too was I overwhelmed by Her mercy. Her tentacles caressed between my thighs, higher and higher until they reached the soft lips between my legs. I gasped for a moment, but She pressed me closer to Her breast and I kept drinking. My head swam, like it did when I drank too much holiday wine. One slimy tentacle caressed those tender folds, teasing about an entrance into which none had ever been allowed to venture. Her grip on me tightened, and suddenly I was pulled back from Her teat. Milk dribbled down my chin and between my breasts, which She still held and squeezed between Her limbs.
“Feeling better, precious girl?” She said sweetly. “All full up?”
I nodded drunkenly. It had been years since I’d had a truly full stomach. The Goddess smiled, and lay me upon the rock once more, on my back, Her tentacles still clinging to my thighs and holding them slightly spread. I suddenly thought that I should cover myself, but before my arms could move, two more tentacles found a grip on them.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, utterly confused.
“It’s my turn to eat,” She said, with a wicked grin. “I’ll tell you a secret, precious girl. The way to please the gods is this: offer up your body to them. Submit to their pleasure. Make of yourself a living sacrifice. A satisfied god is merciful god.”
Her tentacles held my legs spread, and so too did they begin to spread my most intimate folds. I squirmed, uncertain, but there was little I could so restrained. Her muscles rippled beneath the smooth skin of her limbs, tensing every time I wiggled too much.
“Such a tiny thing,” She said with a laugh, resting halfway out of the water at the side of the rock, head propped up on her hands. She was so close between my legs I was certain She could see every detail of me, and the thought made my body flush hotly. “Such a tiny pussy you have. I wonder how much it can stretch? I wonder if it could possibly fit…?”
I didn’t have the chance to ask what it was She intended to attempt to fit inside me. The tentacle that spread me open down there found my entrance again, and this time began to slowly snake its way inside. I whimpered, struggling immediately, able to feel every inch it crept further inside me, the curious way it probed about, and the pull and suction of the suckers that coated its underside. Stimulation spread through me, making my lower belly feel warm and nervous.
“Ahh, there you go,” She praised sweetly, as Her tentacle sunk deeper and the thickness of it increased. It began to stuff me, my entrance stretching and aching. “Look how much you can fit! What a brave girl.” The tentacle retreated slightly, only to plunge in again…and again…and again…slow strokes that sent shocks of pleasure through me even as my hole ached from being filled so tightly.
“What are you doing?” I said, almost pleading. I knew the ways of copulation, though I’d never done it, but this…and with a Goddess…why would She find me worthy of such a thing? Would it hurt? Would it kill me? Did She truly intend to make a meal of me?
“I’m preparing you, precious girl,” She said. Her long forked tongue flickered from between her teeth. “Human girls taste so much better when they’re already wet, when they’ve been pleasured to such oblivion that all their yummy juices run right out of them. It will be my tongue next, you see.” Again, that tongue flickered. “I like to eat well.”
With one tentacle thrusting inside me and four others keeping me held down, I could scarcely believe when a sixth snaked its way up, sliding over my skin. It came between my legs, and found that sensitive little nub that was my clit, already stimulated by the thick limb pulsing inside me. A sucker latched upon it and began to tug, sending jolts of pleasure through my body so that I began to twitch and struggle uncontrollably. That concentrated attention on such a tender little part of me was almost unbearable, and the strength of its suction made my clit swell. The longer She went at it, the more I began to shake, until I was trembling and whining, words beyond me.
“Please…please…oh, I can’t!” I struggled, even though the pleasure was exquisite. She laughed at my squirming, Her mercy now seeming quite the opposite.
“The more you struggle the wetter you become,” She said, pulling herself up on the rock to hover over me. “You see, every time you squirm, my suckers cling inside you. Your little clit is already so swollen from them; soon the inside of your pussy will be too. Aren’t you grateful to be allowed to do this? To be a living virginal sacrifice for a Goddess?”
“Yes!” I whimpered, as Her tentacle squeezed deeper inside. “Yes I’m grateful! Thank you!”
“What a good girl! But I want to see you even wetter than this, and for that we’re going to need to really stuff you full. I’m sure these little holes of yours can take much more, can’t they?” I didn’t think they could – even as I wondered what holes She intended to fill besides the one she’d already entered – and began to shake my head, but She had little care for my fears. A seventh tentacle snaked up from the water and began to probe around my stuffed pussy, seeking entrance beside the limb that was already deep and throbbing inside me.
I began to shake my head frantically, only able to imagine the tightness of that second limb entering me. “I can’t!” I whimpered. “I can’t…can’t…take…”
“Oh of course you can!” the Goddess said cheerfully. “We’ll go nice and slow, you see?” The tip of that tentacle pushed inside, squeezing tight against the limb beside it, stretching me unbearably. I moaned as it slid deeper, so tight I was shocked I was still able to stretch to accommodate it. Deeper and deeper it went, until it reached the tip of the tentacle beside it, and I felt them twisting and twining together inside me. Then they began to thrust, first one and then the next.
“You’re beginning to drip now,” the Goddess said as I moaned, torn between pain and pleasure. “That’s what I like to see, dear girl: a delicious juicy meal awaiting me. Ah, but I want just a bit more out of you first…let’s see…where else can I fill you up?”
The appearance of an eighth tentacle made me despair that I would even survive. How could I fit anymore inside me? Her limbs were still suckered to my breasts, coiled around my arms so I was held down as they kneaded across my chest. My legs were still held spread, my clit had been suckered for so long that the slightest movement made me tremble with pleasure, and the next tentacle inched between my legs.
“P-please…not another…” I begged, certain that a third limb would not fit inside my already stretched hole. But it was not my cunt it began to probe against: it went lower, and I felt the suckers gently kissing around my puckered entrance.
“It won’t fit!” I gasped, and watched as the Goddess’s smile widened.
“Of course it will, precious girl,” she said. “It will just be very, very tight.”
She pushed inside. I could feel every sucker, the little mounds of them creating shocking stimulation. All the while She didn’t stop tormenting my clit nor thrusting inside me. She stretched me tighter and tighter until the only sounds I could manage were pathetic whines and garbled pleas. The pleasure heightened, pushing me to the edge now that all my holes were stuffed. I began to gasp, my ecstasy at a precipice over which I knew I would soon plummet. But I still had one more hole she wanted to occupy. As she hovered near, held up by her eight limbs, I realized that she had feminine parts not unlike any human woman, save for utterly hairless, nestled between her tentacles. She noticed me looking, and said softly, “My precious little human girl is still hungry, isn’t she? Would you like to worship your goddess more intimately?”
I could only nod wordlessly, as my vision was encompassed by her smooth cunt and the large, round cheeks of her backside. She smothered my face as I took in the taste of Her: slightly sweet, almost salty. I latched my mouth over Her and suckled as I had at Her breast. I heard Her gasp of pleasure but could see nothing. Her tentacles began to thrust faster inside me as She moved gently across my lips, moaning happily as I lapped and sucked. I was spread immovable, stuffed full, fucked and used to my Goddess’s pleasure and the ecstasy was overwhelming. My muscles clenched and throbbed around Her tentacles in waves, and all I could do was moan onto Her as my eyes rolled back in my head.
“What a good girl,” She praised sweetly, as I felt my cunt gush over the limbs She mercilessly coiled inside me. “How sweet you look while you orgasm for your goddess. Your little moans feel so good. Are you ready to have my tongue inside you? Shall I make a meal of you?”
My moans of acquiescence came in between gasps for air as She continued to smother me. She slowly withdrew her thick tentacles from within my cunt, sliding over every tender, over-stimulated bit of flesh. “Where to put these now?” She mused. “They’re nice and wet with your cream all over them. I wonder how stuffed your little asshole can be? Shall we try? Let’s stuff that little hole right up before I eat you.”
My protests were smothered in Her sweet folds, the vibrations of my pleas making Her shudder with pleasure. Two more tentacles now probed curiously around my ass. First one, then the other, pressed just their narrow tips inside. At the same time the Goddess leaned down and her long forked tongue began to tease at my clit, still engorged from suction. Every slow, swirling lap from Her tongue made me twitch, my moans muffled beneath Her. Her tongue pressed inside me, soothing my sore entrance, probing and flicking Her forked ends back and forth inside me. My pleasure was swelling again, and all Her tentacles tightened their hold on me so that I could barely even tremble. Her limbs thrust deeper inside me, filling me near to bursting.
“Your mouth feels lovely with all that screaming,” She said breathlessly, Her tongue leaving me for a moment to speak as I continued to dissolve into mindless cries the tighter She filled me. “I think I’ll just have to keep making you scream until I can cum on your pretty face.” All three of Her tentacles thrust within me at differing speeds, Her tongue in my cunt once more, eating me eagerly. An orgasm wracked me again, and Her limbs plunged deeper so that the pleasure kept coming in wave after wave. She began to moan, rocking Her hips over me as I eagerly thrust my tongue inside Her, the very thought of my Goddess’s pleasure bringing me to the edge once more.
She latched Her mouth over me as She came, consuming me as if She were starving, expertly stimulating every tender nerve until I had melted into an absolute puddle beneath Her, struggling even to move my tongue to continue pleasing Her. When She finally raised Her head, and began to slowly withdraw Her tentacles, I was capable of nothing else save soft whimpers and trembling hands.
“And that is how you worship,” She said, coming near to my face and stroking back my damp hair. She kissed my forehead before She eased back into the water, Her chattering little toothed minions gathering eagerly around Her. “You’ve pleased me, and food will soon grow again for your people. But remember dear: one must always keep the gods satisfied. Be sure to send us the willing. And come to me again.” She licked her lips, eyes bright as She sunk lower into the water. “You make a marvelous meal for a hungry Goddess, and I have a large appetite.”
She slipped beneath the inky black surface, with nothing more than bubbles left behind. I lay there trembling for several minutes, stunned and reeling, Her sudden disappearance making the whole thing seem like a dream. But I knew it had been real. My trembling, exhausted body assured me it had been. I had worshiped a Goddess and lived to tell of it.
It was minutes more before I had the strength to get up, wade into the water and swim back to shore. I found my discarded basket of mushrooms and gathered it up, but I knew soon they would not be needed. The Goddess would grant us mercy. Food would come to my people.
And I would gladly sacrifice myself to Her again.