Article 15203 of alt.sex.cthulhu: From: bjohnson@citilink.com (Brad Johnson) Newsgroups: alt.sex.cthulhu Subject: POD: Reposted story and new image - story Date: Wed, 26 Mar 1997 02:40:49 GMT Here's a story that was originally posted here 1996/11/18. It was written by Shea . It is reposted here by kind permission. This story is the inspiration for InYellow.jpg, which follows in another post. Standard disclaimer. This story was not intended to be read by anyone under 18 years of age. If you are under 18, stop here. If you do not find stories about sex with monsters entertaining, please do not continue. It wasn't written for you, and you won't like it. Worshipping Shub-Niggurath (or...I know marriage involves sacrifice, but.......) ************************** "Derrick has had his nose stuck in that damn book again....I wonder what he thinks he's going to find in there." Karen wanders around the kitchen, lost in thought, and wearing the ridiculous clothes Derrick asked her to wear on his third day of seclusion. He had promised to come out of his reverie and show her a good time. "He had better buy me another kimono...these things are expensive, and he completely ruined this one with these stupid yellow squiggles." Derrick has been acting strange ever since he inherited that shack just outside of a small town in Louisiana. He had even suggested that they move there, but Karen would hear nothing about it. Absolutely the most depressing place she had ever been. The compromise had been that they spend the weekend there while he packed up the books and things in the attic. Now, he's taken a year's sabbatical from the university and is spending the entire year locked in the study. He babbled for an entire weekend last month about Yog-Sothoth and Shub-Niggurath having children. Whoopie. And in the meantime she hadn't so much as seen Derrick naked in two months. At least someone was getting some. His babbling had ended, but his abstinence had not. Back in the study, Derrick has almost finished the ritual. He was amazed, and more than a little appalled when he first learned of his family's tradition of worship of Shub-Niggurath. But the more he read, the more he understood. And now he stands on the brink of summoning Nug, one of the God's children. The fact that Nug's summoning requires him to offer a sexual sacrifice to carry the great old one's spawn is more convenient than he could have hoped for. Karen would never understand the new turn his life has taken. She would perform this last service to him and his God, and then she would die while bringing into the world Derrick's link to Shub-Niggurath....her grandchild. He completes the ritual slowly, making sure that every syllable, every gesture is perfect, as he raises his voice to attract Karen's attention. Almost on cue, she opens the door to the study just as he utters the final incantation. "Derrick? Is anything wrong? It sounds like you are screaming in here...." Karen's words trail away as she sees the interior of the study for the first time in weeks. The walls are covered in bizarre symbols; the floor is marred with burnt etchings of circles and signs. She is frightened by the room, but she is terrified by the look on his face. Karen tries to run, but the odd designs he painted on her robe begin glowing, and as she turns to leave, she finds that they will not allow her to exit the room. Derrick concentrates on the designs, and they grow hotter. Karen cries out as they sear her skin. She tugs at the kimono and throws it to the floor, but the glowing designs are still on her, burned into her skin. Derrick's chanting reaches a crescendo as yellow smoke begins to pour from one of the circles on the floor. Vague, inhuman body parts emerge and recede in the fetid gas as the thing coalesces. A single maw evolves and holds its form in the mass. Karen's screaming is drowned out by the howl of hunger and retched desire the mouth emits. Stretching part of its huge form like a pseudopod from the circle burnt into the floor, Nug wraps around Karen's naked body. Hands, claws and talons tear at her skin. Something sucks at her breast, coating it in hot slime. Karen looks down and retches at the sight visible through the gas...a snake's head, with it's mouth attached to her nipple while clotted sludge oozes from it. Karen shrieks as the thing wraps itself completely around her. Mouths and hands of creatures earthly and alien move against every inch of her flesh. Her mouth is stuffed with what feels like an enormous cock encrusted with matted hair. She gags against it as it forces into her throat. Her legs are forced apart by cold tentacles, as another slithers up her ass. Out of the corner of her eye, Karen can see another long and writhing cock forming. A look of horror and insanity settles on her face as she screams around the one thrusting into her mouth. The tentacles lift her off the floor and bring her slamming down onto forming monstrosity. The slithering thing in her ass helps hold her steady as the cock ruts in her. It swells, nearly tearing her in two with its final thrust. Karen sobs as the inhuman sperm crawls deeper into her body. After a few seconds, Nug releases her, and she drops to the floor, unmoving. It turns, as if looking at Derrick before it seeps back through the floor. Derrick closes his jeans and wipes his hands on the denim. He picks up Karen's unconscious body and takes her to their bedroom. It shouldn't be to difficult to keep her sedated until the birth....