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.

The girl wearing black office attire whispered to her friend who can’t take the eyes on her. “For almost five months, I am glad she already came back. But, we should be careful with our moves right now. We know how devil she is if we do simple mistakes.” The man whispered to his co-worker. He should have spoken again but Amaia’s hawk eyes landed on him, making him feel the invisible electricity of fear. Amaia is back. The Queen of Doom is back. She has a title as a Doom Queen, one of the famous Neuropsychologists in Asia. She is a remarkable psychologist and resolves a lot of cases on her patients even her attitude was kind of ill-tempered.

“The creatures also had razor-sharp teeth, sharp-clawed hands and wailed like a banshee. The wail was disorienting and painful enough to disable humans. Based on their appearances and abilities, I’d say that they are a mix of banshee, gargoyle, manticore and possibly a harpy.” Their expressions range with incredulity as they process the horror of what might be created next. Mathias gestures to Traeger. “We have been checking security feed within the area, and we think we might have spotted Lilith. The female in the video shares similar features.” Traeger turns the laptop toward me and shows me several grainy photographs of a female with long ebony hair. Unfortunately, her form is covered by

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."

"Make sure your body and soul are united and on the same page. Tap your left if you sense danger and don't think you can survive. Tap your right if you need more power and try to open your eyes once you see the person, is that taken?" "Yes" Maya said and closed her eyes. Wenda placed her hands on her shoulders and was about to start inciting the spell when the doctor interrupted her. "Hey! What's all of these? This is why I hate working for you monsters" Jaeleah got infuriated by the doctor's words, sprinted to him and lifted him up with his neck, "Watch it, doctor. Just because you're human doesn't make us monsters. We're just special species of human so do what you have been paid to do or

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 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.

He inquired nervously. I was shocked at the question. As an incubus, Moran should have been able to smell if she was anything else. Only concubi in human form, and a few species of fae, smelled human but didn’t taste human. To my knowledge, there were no more female concubi in the state. They’d all been killed in the camps. Ford looked at him confused, then understanding dawned on him. “You think she’s not?” “I think she’s at least a quarter succubus. I just wanted to find out if she was more. You can’t be more than half and still be able to have superpowers.” Moran told him.