10. Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Noah
Nothing made sense.
The moment I lifted the mask over my face, a burst of dark and cryptic energy shot forth like an electric shock. Everything was a whirl of terrifying sound and vision.
And Cthulhu spare me, the pain. The unbridled agony of feeling my body cracking apart and rebuilding itself would have been pure hell if it didn’t feel so oddly distant. Like all my senses were being run through a filter, muffling the world around me.
It scrambled my head while my body grew heavy and frenzied.
Like it was becoming less my own with every tick of passing time.
Oh sweet fucking depths.
The eldritch artifact was cursed.
It’s not like I hadn’t considered it. I’d just been stupid enough to convince myself I could easily overpower the eldritch mask.
I hadn’t anticipated it having this kind of cosmic power, the kind that broke my bones and shredded my muscles, only to refuse them. Stronger. Bigger. Better—It tried to convince me.
Fuck that.
Couldn’t let it take control of me. There was no stopping its effects on my body, but my mind… Dark thoughts sprouted in my brain like invasive weeds, cropping up faster than I could cut them down. They swirled around my hazy view of her like hungry black shadows.
There she was.
Chest heaving with her ragged breaths. Glistening thighs, with a wet spot on the bed coverings beneath her. Making such a mess. Ripe for the taking.
Too fragile for me now. If I fucked her like this, I’d break her.
And so what if I did? She’s just a weak, pathetic human. She doesn’t even worship the Great One.
Primal need coiled in my stomach like a loaded spring.
No. Not primal. There was nothing animal about the thing taking over and mutating my mind and body. It was more like a virus. Its only ability was to infect and mutate.
The mask’s influence doused my mind in poison. I tried to shake it free. It gelled around me, leaving me feeling like I was encased in amber or molasses. Control had been stripped from me, like my muscles from my bone, and it tugged on my nerves.
I couldn’t stop myself when I reached for her, even when my mutated arm came into view.
It was long, packed with more muscle than I’d had before and wrapped in grayish-green flesh.
My fingers were tipped with long vicious black claws.
I wouldn’t have believed the appendages were mine if it wasn’t for my tattoos.
Letters inked my knuckles spelling out HOLD FAST when I made two fists—a classic nautical tattoo sailors used to get as an act of superstition.
They thought it might increase their strength and prevent them from falling overboard in a storm.
They weren’t the only talisman tattoos I had meant to protect me while at sea. The eldritch symbols around my throat were also there as a ward against evil eldritch magic. Without the runes, would it have consumed my mind entirely?
I expected her to be terrified, laying there naked at the mercy of what I’d become.
Should have known better.
My Bea was a firecracker. While there was no missing the spark of fear in her oceanic eyes, she appeared more entranced than anything else.
“N–Noah? Are you in there?”
I opened my mouth, or whatever it was under the cluster of tendrils, to answer. A disembodied hum rattled in my skull, and when she jumped, hers too I wagered.
While I hadn’t figured out how to speak, or if I could even control my vocal cords, my senses sharpened. The cabin came into focus with bizarre, sharp clarity.
All five of my eyes locked onto the stunning creature on the cold bunk. The poor thing was shivering, her moon pale flesh prickling with bumps, each tipped with the tiniest nearly-indiscernible hair.
I could count every one in an instant.
I could see her from all angles, all bending in ways that rewrote my understanding of physics and geometry.
The surface she sat on offered no impediment—I had a perfect view of her ass spreading against it.
I could see her soft kissable nape and the crux of her succulent thighs.
Drawing all of her in, I reveled in cosmic ecstasy.
It was like a thousand new mysteries were asked and answered in a heart beat.
I smoothed my hand over her navel, my long fingers slowly gripping her, morphing with her curves.
The moment our flesh touched, an electric spark seared through us and ripped a sob from her throat. The taste of her pain flooded my senses.
Something within me twitched in arousal.
I gripped her breast in one hand while a tentacle gripped her other, squeezing it until she whimpered and jerked against me.
There was no fighting the side that wanted to make her scream and thrash like prey.
Catching fragments of what she was thinking didn’t help.
Past the fear, past the whirring cogs of a marine biologist making the discovery of scientific anomaly, was unmistakable desire.
The twitching sensation deep in my lower abdomen grew hot, and finally I looked down to see my cock surrounded by four coiled appendages, vaguely reminiscent of a peeled banana.
I gripped the steel-hard, satin-wrapped shaft. Aside from the extra tentacle sheath, it felt and looked familiar, swathed in ink and bulging veins.
Shuffling forward, I nudged it toward her opening.
Heat radiated from the tender, arousal-soaked flesh.
The scent leaking from her was… By Cthulhu. Fucking ambrosial.
“No. Noah, stop.”
Those plush lips moved, but I couldn’t focus on the words rolling off them like a frantic siren’s song. I was too consumed by the mask, or whatever it was that warped me into the dark and virile beast from the deep.
My thirst for her was greater than that for knowledge.
Which terrified me to my core.
Inside me were two pulses. Two hearts. One beat painfully, like my own human heart on ice. The other blazed like a flame, its radiance extending beyond my complete understanding.
The mask, it was alive.
It was awake.
And it was terrifying.
It drew from me, and it grew a will to take her. Starting with her delicious, dripping pussy.
Ignoring her indiscernible noises, I pried her legs apart, hating how much I enjoyed the little fight she put up. Slowly, going at an almost cruel pace, I spread her open and pushed my cock inside.
Shock waves rippled through me at the way her pussy gripped me. Warm, wet, and throbbing with her frantic pulse. It was a perfect fit. So why was she whimpering? Was she overcome with pleasure or pain?
I couldn’t tell if she wanted this or not, making me believe she wasn’t so sure herself.
The urge to stop and check on her was quickly smothered under the mask’s influence.
“Frighten. Feast. Implant.”
Several disembodied voices chanted in my head, all of them sounding like different versions of myself speaking in ancient eldritch tongue.
It was like the mask was trying to hypnotize me, and fuck me, it was working.
All I could do was revel in the euphoria that was her body beneath mine, shaking and moaning and bucking beneath me as I pulled out, only to penetrate her again—this time with one swift and brutal thrust.
She groaned and shuddered as she took all of me inside her.
“N–Noah, what’s h–happening?”
She craned her head to look between our bodies. There was only a brief window that allowed her to see the place where our bodies were connected, when I drew back my hips and paused for a fleeting moment before pistoning back inside her.
I couldn’t make myself stop, though I lowered my head and caught sight of what she saw in between thrusts.
The tentacle-like sections of skin that had peeled back and uncovered my cock were now uncoiled and writhing. Each point of the four appendages spread her labia, revealing her swollen clit to me.
I couldn’t tell her what was happening, even if I could properly communicate with her.
I hadn’t the faintest idea, other than that this was some pretty wild cosmic magic at work.
Instead, my focus centered on the sensitive bud of flesh, and somehow, I willed one of the tentacles to massage her there.
The moment the appendage made contact, her spine curved with pleasure, and her eyes blew wide, like she could see all the stars all at once through the ceiling. “Aggh, s–so good but… no, this is w-wrong. W-we have to stop.”
Stop.
There was that word again.
A nerve ticked in my jaw, making the tentacles there stir with irritation. They crept around her throat and coiled tight to silence her. All I wanted to hear from her were those delicious little whimpers and moans she’d been making before, and as my grip on her tightened, I got my wish.
She choked and sputtered on her slutty little sounds of pleasure.
Then, I leaned close enough to see my reflection in her saucer-wide eyes.
I was huge, looming and deadly. A true monster of the deep—the kind we’d been searching for all these years. A thing straight from our wildest dreams, and others’ deadliest nightmares.
My reflection fell out of focus when a strange ache stirred between my hips and pressed against the base of my balls. It hurt like a bitch, whatever it was. A sudden need to relieve the pressure ignited in my blood and set my brain abuzz.
“No—ah!” Bae’s strangled voice had me loosening the grip of my tentacle over her windpipe. No, not me. I hadn’t wanted to strangle her in the first place. It was the mask.
“A cold womb is no use,” the mask echoed in my head, though it was clearly talking to itself and not to me. The disembodied voices slipped into another chant.
Frighten.
Feast.
Implant.
It seemed to be repeating instructions. A kind of mating mantra, maybe?
There wasn’t anytime to puzzle out whatever the fuck was happening.
Especially considering I could feel everything.
Gone was my control, but the sensation was still there.
Each thrust inside Bea’s pussy was an electric shock to my system.
Delicious zaps of pleasure thrilled through my bulging veins and into my heart like an adrenaline shot.
So warm. So soft.
So breedable.
A cavernous hum rumbled from my chest that had the woman’s wriggling cease for a beat. She lay there on the tousled sheets with her eyes as wide as moons and her sweat-soaked flesh red and twitching.
Each thrust inside her resulted in a loud squelching sound I cursed myself for liking.
She was wet. Too wet for the fluid to be all hers.
I seemed to be producing a lubricant-esque slime that painted her inner-walls.
Much of it leaked out and dripped down to the little pucker of her asshole and coated that too.
Two tentacles hanging from my jaw looped her ankle and lifted her ass off the mattress, while still keeping her speared on my cock.
One of the tentacle-like sheaths that held her folds open prodded her already filled hole, as if looking for a way inside.
With her pussy already stretched to its limit around my shaft, it searched for a different entrance, and found it a beat later.
With my hold on her ankle keeping her half-off the bed, I had a perfect view of the appendage as it poked the tight ring of muscle.
She gasped at first contact, and the sound gurgled and turned to something thick and pleasurable in her throat.
“No. Not there…” Her begging was pathetic. Opposite of what I’d call genuine. She might have been terrified, but there was no hiding the husky bend in her voice.
My first mate, Beatrice Morose, monster fucker extraordinaire, was on some level, enjoying being tied down and violated by her cursed captain.
So, when the tentacle wormed its way into her ass with another obscene sound, I found myself reveling in the way she clenched around me, moaning like the proper tentacle slut she was.
“Implant. Implant. Implant.” Again and again the disembodied voices chanted.
The mask wanted to breed her. Then, a new voice spoke, cutting through the rest of the voices peeling through my skull like a hundred alarm bells.
“What a lovely incubator she’ll make for Cuthulu’s brood.”