Female Cthulhu Novels & Stories

Beside him materialized an enigmatic creature, an entity whose form was predominantly an hour-glass-shaped shadow but intermittently glinted with a disquieting crimson—a woman’s hair, seemingly suspended and swaying in the air. This spectral presence reclined against Victor’s shoulder, her slender fingers delicately exploring the contours of his form with an unsettling intimacy. Finally, the demon to whom he was irrevocably bound emerged—a malevolent entity capable of infiltrating a seer's visions—the succubus Saoirse which only exists in the shadows.

She drew in a long breath, pulling the blanket around her in tight fists, as though fighting the permission to scream her satisfaction. "Hmmm." Cecilia hummed. She spat into her glory hole, adding more moisture to the fun. Inclined, she drove three fingers into the creamy folds, stroking the clit with her thumb. A fulfilled cry escaped the lips of the whore, as she arched her back on the bed. Cecilia thrusted the fingers into her cunt, grinning at the incubated whore under her. "Give me that cum, baby. Pour out your fucking cum all over my hands."

He said and took some steps closer to the stairs "Well, I'm sorry but that would not be possible, dear son" she said menacingly. "What do you mean by that?" He turned back to look at her "You have to do something for me" "What is that?" He asked with his brows raised "We are looking for the Female Alpha which I know you know about already" "Amber?" Iris asked and Helen nodded. "So what about her?" Ignacio asked as he stood straight with his hands crossed against his chest. "I want you two to lure her and kidnap her for me"

I mean, this should be a big shock to him as well. The maids activities ended with a polite bow before they were dismissed. Now left alone in a large dining hall with him; Shameless and unfiltered thoughts started popping in my head. At the thought of my mate’s hands on every forbidden parts of my body, I let out a restrained moan, tightening my thighs together—I shuddered in disbelief. “Have some shame Aethonerra!” My nails dug into my palm, deep enough to draw blood. “Eat” Keres voice smacked me mercilessly out of my unholy thoughts. How is he not affected? Could it be the fact that he’s a half dragon and half werewolf? Was he like that back then?

The succubus on my left rushed forward like a raging bull and tried to bind me with her chains, but with a slight alteration of my step I moved out of the chains trajectory and successfully evaded the attack. It continued to dash forward and tripped falling face flat, I saw it's thick thighs jiggle as it hit the asphalt floor with quite an impact. That was only a quick peek at a close distance but that is sure a spectacle that my former self wouldn't be able to notice. I was now facing off against a type of monster that can affect your acuity through sexual stimulation. ….A monster that embodies lust from head to toe. Swururung! Aside from the fight, I'm most worried that my fetishes will sl

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

The Aswang Queen of Domminga Mountains, Catarina ruled with an iron thumb, her sleek black hair like a whip, replete with eyes of black pearls that shone like a viper's. Catarina had a secret: she abhorred human flesh. Having gone to college for Biology in Manila, Catarina had genetically engineered fruits: mangoes, lanzones, calamansi for teas - everything jade and green under the sun of Bathala that produced the florid juices of the jungle - into sustenance for aswang, with human proteins.

No more wails to be had— The feminine form touches herself and shudders deliciously upon her sculpted throne of mortar and bones. She knows the girl can see other worlds; observing them even as they observe back. Knows the immense threat the girl poses. She stretches and stands, urinates down bare legs. Dripping in exhilaration, this creature’s wildish floor-length hair lifts and swirls about her as she begins her scheming. Holding intercourse with the dead. She calls on something then, calls it forth from some ink-black place into birth, and listens with leering smile as it shrieks out miserably at its own hopeless fate in the darkness of the ruin’s attic above.

Another tentacle came out of its chest and ripped her clothing away before the ones restraining her pulled her nearer to him. Until now, all of the tentacles had emerged from his chest, but the next one came from his groin. It slowly writhed in the air, creeping ever closer until it was touching her inner thigh. Then it moved up until it was caressing her pussy lips. The tip probed the opening and moved slowly back and forth over her clit. Candy was a succubus, and if the succubae have one flaw, it’s their insatiable appetite for sex. Although she would never admit it, the urges of her creation were telling her to enjoy the moment.