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L Renford’s wife has died and as per her wishes he is taking her ashes back to Africa to spread them outside her home village. However, things aren’t what they seem in the sleepy port town of Inma and Tim needs to keep his wits about him if he is going to survive the Cult of Cthulhu.\n\nI am not sorry for writing this but if you must blame someone, blame my readers, they voted for the big old elder god umu", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Doctor Timothy. L Renford’s wife has died and as per her wishes he is taking her ashes back to Africa to spread them outside her home village. However, things aren’t what they seem in the sleepy port town of Inma and Tim needs to keep his wits about him if he is going to survive the Cult of Cthulhu.

I am not sorry for writing this but if you must blame someone, blame my readers, they voted for the big old elder god umu", "writing": " A turn of horrible events had Doctor Timothy. L Renford life moving towards the strange and unfamiliar Gold Coast. Timothy Renford or Tim as he was called by all who knew him well was Northern Massachusetts stock, and came from a long line of humble farmers, but unlike the good common folk of the region, his family had done exceedingly well for themselves. \n\n\nAs one of the few families to survive the drought of eighteen ninetyfour, his father Leon F. Renford had used the wealth from those harvests to afford to cultivate multiple farms worth of land, making most of his money from horses and cranberries. However as a middle child, Timothy was free from the major expectations that his two older brothers, Jackson and Adrian Renford had as the majority heirs. \n\n\nThough after helping his mother with the veterinarian work needed to care for pigs, Tim developed a unique curiosity for medicine. Which would lead the young man to medical school, opting for the halls of Yale instead of accepting a scholarship at Arkham. He’d eventually get pulled towards that gloomy city after being accepted to complete a residency at the Arkham medical centre for the clinically insane. The Doctor he studied under was one Howard Cawlsworth, a Arkham professor doing medical research at the facility. \n\n\nThe hours were long but one of the few comforts that Tim allowed himself was a bar outside the town, a little place pushed to the fringes by the burgeoning Arkham prohibition movement which had pushed out the old poolhall months prior. This included the accusations that race mixing had, according to the Prohibitionists, had become commonplace in such establishments, but Tim didn’t care. Their puritan beliefs that Tim suspected was just a way to alleviate the boredom of the town, wouldn’t stop him from relaxing in good company.\n\n\nThe Bar, the Old Church was a refurbished old church by a man named William Hexly; two parts original saloon man and one part old softy. He looked like something out of a western reenactment with his handlebar moustache and stern glare but he was always welcoming. Some of the workmen would form bands together and play music for the thirsty folk of Arkham outskirts. \n\n\nIt was here Dr. Rothford or Timothy as he was well known met his wife, Annabelle Smith or Anna as she was known colloquially. She was an exceptional pianist and Timothy had a good respect for the exceptionally jazzy sound Anna brought to the keys. Casual conversation quickly turned to passionate rutting near the back of the church and after \na year as an item Timothy proposed to Anna with a golden band. However things weren’t smooth for the couple.\n\n\nTheir community was very receptive to the idea and Anna’s marriage, her only living relative, her sister Anmarie, was thrilled to help in any way she could but the county was a different story. The act of interracial marriage was still very illegal and while he garnered a fair bit of sympathy from the more liberal political members, nothing could be done for the moment. The opinions of lawmakers would “kindly” describe his love for Anna to be a temporary hit of “jungle fever”.\n\n\nAnna may not have been Tim’s wife in any legal sense but he’d happily called Anna his wife to anyone who would care to ask. They’d spend a few years together living out of a small house Tim had bought with money from working research and development at the Arkham general branch. All kinds of weird experiments were done on questionable specimens that Tim was never told the true nature of beyond that they were some strange arctic creature. \n\n\nHowever, the strange projects of his colleges meant little to Tim, they paid him and left his personal affairs alone. Tim was determined to be a family man, yet these peaceful days were not allowed to last. Soon the Kaiser’s conflict with England would draw America into the Great War. Despite feeling betrayed by his country Tim would answer the call and arrive in the European theatre. He would serve a long few years in the medical core, earning honours and the rank of a Major during his short time in service after saving a General’s son. \n\n\nThough Tim was much more focused on Europe itself, rather than fighting for or against its inhabitants. There were many places were interracial marriage were common and many priests who would be happy to wed himself and Anna. Tim had picked up a decent amount of German and French while studying at Yale, he could teach his wife a new language and they could start a proper life together as a proper husband and wife. \n\n\nHowever, in the summer Tim returned from war and was greeted by his wife who was consumed by a terrible fever. By the time Tim had returned there was very little he could do, Anna was too far gone and delirious, with only her sister and Tim to care for her in those final days. When she finally died Tim was beset by grief and almost consumed by the loss but wife had one dying request. \n\n\nMy dearest Timothy \n\n\n If you are reading this then I am gone. I hoped you would never have to read this letter but it seems like God had other plans for us. You were taken from me all too soon but you are favoured and can make us whole again. My Sister and Grandmother have gone ahead of you but I want you to carry my ashes back to my homeland. The old port town of Inma, after you arrive, meet with my family and spread my ashes over the shores. Then all will become clear.\n\nLovingly, Annabelle Smith.\n\n\nThere was dry lipstick at the bottom of the page just like he used to receive during the war. A twitch of hopeful nostalgia welled up in his chest and he tried not to ruin the letter with his tears. Though, his emotions couldn’t distract Tim from reflecting on what he read as the evening progressed and it felt a little strange. He had never met Anna’s grandmother and according to her sister, their actual mother had died many years ago along with their father, ironically also taken by sickness. This was the first time he had heard of any extended family outside who lived in America.\n\n\nIn addition the letter had a strange tone to it like all would become better or fine once Tim completed this task. As if a trip to Africa would bring back his wife. If Tim was lucky he expected to feel a little closure but felt like he’d feel like this for a long time. Nonetheless, he couldn’t reject Anna’s last wish over a few paranoid thoughts. Timothy put in his request for leave at Arkham general and Charted a course over the Pacific bound for the shores of West Africa. \n\n\nThe boat ride was not nearly as interesting as the Colonial port town of Inma. Post war gloom had made its way to the town but so long as the port shipped out raw gold ore than the British Empire didn’t care too much about the goings on of the sleepy town. Despite the British flag flying, the evidence of mid 18th century French colonial architecture was apparent the moment Tim left the boat. Though the port itself was definitively British in style and structure. However, despite being an Arkham man now, Tim didn’t share the love for architecture that many of his colleagues had and didn’t know much more about the building arrangements or the specifics of the designs of many of the main buildings. \n\n\nThe only building Tim really cared about was his room at the hotel which was reserved a month in advance. Walking through the town he appeared to be greeted quite well for a foreigner. A few of the folks gave him a wave which he saw proper to return and a few of the nautical men saw it fit to welcome Tim. The atmosphere was a lot warmer than Tim was expecting and he was quite impressed by the candour of the locals. \n\n\nThey were well dressed and seemed quite handsome, he’d almost mistook one of the seamen working down by the peer for a woman before he heard his voice. Tim felt like he could’ve spent his life here and did feel the tug to explore a little more of the town and its surrounding area. Yet, this land reminded him too much of Anna and he didn’t want to dally for too long and made a straight line for his hotel, the Jungle’s Kiss. \n\n\nHe was ushered into the old hotel by a kindly Congo woman, she looked west African and rather young for her age; Tim was very surprised to find out she was in her sixties when she didn’t look a day past forty. A fact he brought up to a little blush from the older woman and a comment about it being rude to tease his elders. She then informed Tim that breakfast was at eight tomorrow morning and offered to cook something for Tim if he needed food after such a long journey. He declined which seemed to sadden the woman and he assured her that it was just seasickness sticking with him longer than normal.\n\n\nThe woman left his room, leaving Tim to unpack and get washed. The opportunities to bathe on the trip here were slim as they were inadequate and Tim was looking forward to finally getting clean (even if there was no hot water heater) but while he was getting undressed he heard a window break. He rushed back into his room to see a rope leading out from the second floor balcony. Tim looked out his window just in time to see a nautical looking negro, a man clad head to toe in black robes (what else could that be?), running down the empty street with his wife's ashes under her arm. \n\n\nHe wasted no time, grabbing his old colt pistol and re-buttoning his shirt as he ran down into the dark streets (luckily he didn’t take off his pants). The town was dim, a few spare lamps were all the illumination available but it was enough for Tim to see the robes of the thief billowing as he ran outside the town. Tim kept in hot pursuit, keeping just behind the thief as he ran into the sparsely populated forest and towards the rocky cliffs which flanked the town. \n\n\nTim was surprised that a man weighed down by a heavy mask and thick robes could run so fast but he was determined. How could he face Anna’s sister and mother after he let her ashes be stolen? Come to think of it, why would someone even bother stealing ashes? Perhaps they thought the urn contained something with material value but \n\n\nThe only option in Tim’s mind was catching this thief and he kept just a few dozen feet behind him until the thief ran past an outcropping and entered a very strange and ancient piece of architecture.\n\n\nA large columned flanked arch in the stone like the Petra of West Africa. Dozens of candles littered the steps towards the entrance and between the columns stood two large statues depicting strange inhuman squid-like creatures. Their visage was not unsimilar to those ancient arctic specimens he once studied but such unsettling observations were secondary to getting Anna’s ashes back. Tim quickly ascended the steps and moved into the bleak darkness of the hallway, following the distant sound of footsteps. \n\n\nSoon loudly echoed bellows could be heard from the depths of those rough stone hallways; a cacophonous mixture of croaks, gasps and low tones that nothing of earth could have created, at least nothing Timothy had ever heard. He grabbed one of the spare candles on a few of the indents and moved deeper inside. The hallway’s crude stone arrangement soon changed to a slick black oily stone like it’d been dredged up from the ocean. Perhaps the tides rescinded recently but that would be impossible considering Timothy’s current estimated elevation. \n\n\nThe low tones grew louder and hints of crashing waves could be heard as Timothy saw moonlight pour in from an opening. Yet it didn’t drown out the voices and queer words could be heard, rhythmic chants that thrummed through the hallway; \n\n\n“I’a, I’a, I’a, cthath, cthath, cthath, uoa ix ehki sakkah!\n\nTimothy felt pause as he reached that maw-like end to the hallway, the smooth black stone transitioning to a carved black path. Whoever stole his wife’s ashes felt a need to flee to others that had congregated on the shore but for what purpose Timothy couldn’t guess but he couldn’t be deterred, not when the thief must be so close. However, he was not prepared to find an entire congregation on those dark shores. \n\n\nThe darkness broke to a moonlit shore where a strange altar was being licked by sea waves. Dozens of smooth hewn stairs covered with candles, urns and small golden statues lead up to a bare slab of pure white marble that caught the moonlight as it bathed the beach. All around that strange structure were large pyre’s nearly twenty feet tall surrounded by cultists all adorned in robes of white or black with red trims. Their chanting screamed out into the night, drawing out all the charms of nature.\n\n\n“Ixi, Ixi, Ixi, xel’na xel’nana ur-ga uoa sul!”\n\n\n“Tika, tika, tika, xel’nur xel’nura ura pthatgen!”\n\n\nIn the time since Tim had started running here the wind had picked up and he could hear the waves crash against the rocks with enough ferocity that spooked him even as he stared from many feet away. Yet, the mass of over a hundred raving cultists did not stop their chants, repeating their dirge with almost impressive synchronicity. Their voices rising to meet the fury of the tides. \n\n\nTim felt a primal sense of urgency that he would need to leave this place quickly. He slowly crept down the pathway down, using the sharp rocks for cover. Despite his closeness to the chanters Tim didn’t attract their attention but he could see their strange wooden masks depicting squid-like faces poking out from under their hoods. Judging by the large number of cultists there was no doubt these were some of the friendly townsfolk he had met earlier today. Their unholy revelry betrayed their true intentions. Tim wondered if it had been the thief’s goal to draw him to this place but in such a case, why had he not been ambushed and forced to partake in such an unnatural worship? So many conflicting thoughts were rushing through Tim’s head, none of it made any sense but he had to push on. He hadn’t seen Anna’ urn yet and he assumed it must’ve been placed beside the altar.\n\n\nLucky there were spots between the jagged rocks that provided enough cover. Though they took Tim dangerously close to the cultists. He could feel the warmth of the bonfires lapping at his skin. They burned hot enough to cause the sand around them to steam, filling the air with choking amounts of moisture. It was getting harder for Tim to keep his footing, his legs were sinking deeper into the shores but he was getting close to the side of the altar. \n\n\nThat is when he started to hear a low rumble, a slight shaking which made Tim wonder if there was an earthquake but he knew something felt wrong. The cultists all fell to their hands and knees, firmly prostrating themselves towards the altar. For one single moment Tim felt lucky, he saw Anna’s urn on the steps of the altar and it was close. He crept forward, his footfalls hidden by the rumbling and violent crashing of the waves. Then the rumbling hit its peak and Tim looked out into the cove. The waves were high and the air filled with steam but he couldn’t deny what he was seeing.\n\nA great creature rose from the depths massive and terrible, greater than all the old beasts of legend. Its movements were that of primordial elements shaping the earth, it was like the ocean was rising towards the sky. Torrents of brackish seawater spilled off what Tim thought was a mountain before it started to stir. Two massive bat wings unfurled, between its bony wing fingers was a translucent green membrane which streaked with a terrible and sickly energy. The sickening coils of lightning arced towards a massive squid face, its brow plated and rows of baleful red eyes glowing as its long slimy tendrils rose out of the ocean like a fleet of battleships being dredged up from their watery grave. Muscled, plated shoulders gave way to… breasts?\n\n\nThe great old one rose up and had the body of some ancient fertility goddess; two breasts literally like two mountains jiggling rose out of the sea, each one had a puffy and soft dark green peak. Her breasts remained perky, showing off a midsection packed with muscles; perfect twelve pack abs and defined, extra–wide hips, reaching wider than her shoulders. An ass that could probably crush mount everest which claps caused the seas to scream as she moved out of the waters. Her thick thighs and perfectly shaped calves led into a set of claws that no doubt dug into the earth, rending it into rubble as the great one moved.\n\n\nHe’d somehow kept his wits about him as this horrible antediluvian evil stood before him, a mockery of all that existed. Timothy’s brow was caked in sweat, his face drained of colour as he watched those white and red robed cultists watch writhing on the ground. They appeared to enter a faith fueled frenzy, some looking insane as they praised their monolithic god. \n\n\nThe creature tilted its head up and started to emit some kind of whine or gurgle. Tim's ears rang as he heard the creature’s vocalisations, it was like he was in the barrel of an artillery piece as it fired. All other senses ceased as his body went into shock, he leaned against the rocks barely able to move yet he felt a sliver of focus. His wife’s ashes were still on those steps and the cultists did not move to cease their prostration to stop Tim from acquiring the urn. Perhaps they too were too terrified to move but it mattered little.\n\n\nHe grit his teeth and forced his legs forward, every movement shaky like he had to remember how to walk but he reached the urn, picking up speed as he felt it in his grasp. The world might’ve been spinning but he hadn’t been crushed yet. The air was cold and Tim’s joints were stiff as he quickly moved forward, he muttered under his breath, sweat beading down his face, dripping off him and sizzling as it hit the hot sand. It was like the world was boiling away, being stripped of the bare fibres which kept his reality together.\n\n“Timothy. L Renford.” \n\n\nTim boots sank into the sand, his muscles froze as he heard a voice in the back of his mind, almost human but slightly queer. He whipped his head around and looked at the cultists who all continued their prostration, which only made Tim even more terrified; could the creature have noticed him? He looked up into the sky and the creature had vacated the skyline with no trace of its reality defying presence. Was it’s form just a fit of madness caused by the stress and terror of his task, for a brief moment Tim thought so until—\n\n“Don’t run!”\n\n\nTim looked forward to seeing a comparatively miniscule version of the creature that once occupied the skyline was now occupying the way out of the ritual grounds. A squid faced woman around seven feet tall was looking at him with two big almost human eyes. Her body just as mountainously thick as her larger version. Bother her breasts dwarfed even the most beautiful fertility goddess’ and must’ve been triple-Z cups, yet remained perky as the creature leaned forward.\n\n\nHer expression seemed almost desperate, her tone like that of a giddy young woman as she cried, “I’m sorry we spooked you but please don’t run away.”\n\n\nTim just stood there clasping his wife’s ashes as he looked forward confused on what the fuck was happening. He’d just seen something impossible, yet this monster Jezebel was somehow even more unbelievable. The way she leaned forward, her hands clasped and eyes needy, she looked like she’d cry if Tim tried to run so he just nodded his head and asked, “alright then, uhhhhhnnn….”\n\n\n“You seem confused,” cooed the creature as she straightened her back, her clawed feet digging into the sand as her legs shifted. Tim could easily see her light green underbelly, immense hips and smooth crotch. He assumed she was some kind of biblical antediluvian monster but something about staring at her naked body felt wrong. \n\n\nHe looked away, giving her a little nod, prompting her to continue, “dear me, I am so sorry. I guess she died without telling you the truth.” \n\n\n“Hmmmm?” \n\n\n“Your wife was a devoted member of my cult,” she continued, “the Cult of Cthulhu! Try to remember the correct pronunciation tons of people get it wrong, hehe~”\n\n\n“I…what?”\n\n\n“Of course,\n\n\n“Did she not tell you?”\n\n\n“Clearly not,” spat Tim, seeming more than a little distraught at the news about his wife.\n\n\n“Well she was supposed to bring you back here to receive my blessing,” Cthulhu pointed to the urn, coowing, “but it looks like she manages to draw you here despite that, now you’ll be able to bleach and breed this years meat~”\n\n\n“What?” he replied, dumbfounded at this creature’s strange request, he hugged the urn tighter, “my Annabelle would never be a part of this and she’d certainly tell me if she was—”\n\n\n“May I have permission to speak, master?” One of the cultist’s lifted her head off the ground and pulled off her mask. It was Anmarie and Timothy was sure it wasn’t just a similar looking woman. Her sweet voice, short braided hair and bright brown eyes were unmistakable, though Tim was a little surprised to see her lips painted ruby red.\n\n\n“Anmarie, what is going on here?” \n\n\n“Keep your head to the ground inferior, don’t be rude to you better,” commented Cthulhu.\n\n\n“Yes Great Cthulhu, mother of the elder things and worshipper of white dick.\n\n\n“Huh.” \n\n\n“Master Timothy, my sister had wed you with the intent of you coming to these sacred grounds to be blessed by our divine fertility goddess,” she continued. \n\n\n“That’s me,” added Cthulu, looking mighty proud of herself, “and not that black Elder bitch sub-niggurath.”\n\n\n“Anna was very infatuated with you and didn’t want to share at first but gained perspective once you had left for war.” continued Anmarie, a little sadness in her voice. \n\n\n“My granddaughter was always a little selfish, she had trouble with perception.” Another woman pulled her hood back. An older looking black woman with much darker skin than Anmarie. Her face was slightly wrinkled, lips pouty and painted a dark purple and her hair was long, curly and black with little silver streaks.\n\n\n“Please would you—mmmnnggh!”\n\n\nCthulhu lifted up her hood and forced Anmarie’s grandmothers’ face back into the sand, grinding it as she said, “Rosa, did you forget your place, again?”\n\n\n“Hnnnggh, forgive me Goddess, I talked out of turn—”\n\n\n“Don’t appologize to me,” continued Cthulhu, lifting her foot, “apologize to your new master, you’ve offended him.”\n\n\n“You’ve not offended me at all,” said Tim, annoyed at this creature’s sudden use of violence against his apparent grandmother in law in his name. \n\n\n“No, I am sorry, master~” mewled Rosa, her face pressed against the sand, \"I shouldn't have spoken without asking permission, please forgive this old sow.”\n\n\n“Though my old servant is correct, Anna wished for you to come in my service and take your rightful place as one of my children,” continued Cthulhu, shaking her head as she looked down at Rosa, “though to be clear you’d be superior to this inferior bunch.”\n\n\n“Inferiors?”\n\n\n“Negros, orientals and millagros are all naturally drawn to my cult,” she continued, leaning over, her boobs bouncing as she nodded, “none can resist the sweet cosmic call of big white cock. It’s a natural all consuming feeling for these inferior animals and I can tell you’re true feelings are starting to show as well.”\n\n\n“What are you—”\n\n\nCthulhu rubbed Timothy’s very obvious bulge, her voice a little smug, “I saw you get hard when Rosa’s face got stamped into the sand. Your body already knows what it was made to do but your mind has yet to catch up.”\n\n\nCthulhu leaned in, her massive breasts smothering Timothy’s shoulder, he winces but didn’t dare move as she caressed his chest, her feelers ticking his cheeks as she continued, “Anna never could go a day without you, constantly riding your cock whenever she could but that silly little war dragged you away from her before she could be your little half breed factory, right?”\n\n\n“I… well kind of,” replied Tim, she was right about the kids but to put it in terms like that almost made Tim feel a little shameful, but…\n\n\n“She was always asking you to be rough, you didn’t want to hurt her but she always moaned the loudest when you were rough with her dainty body,” continued Cthulhu, the pep in her voice was a lot more smoky, lower as she whispered in his ears.\n\n\nTim winced as he felt Cthulhu’s claw start to move down his chest, cutting the buttons off his shirt as she embraced him into her incredibly soft bosom. He didn’t know how Cthulhu knew about all those late nights with his wife but they were all so fresh in his mind. All those nights he spent with Anna bent over the dresser, her feet barely touching the ground as he pounded her until she couldn’t walk. There was more than one night where Tim had to carry his wife to bed but she never minded and neither did he. \n\n\n“I was with her when she took this big white dick into her throat.”\n\n\n“Mmmmnnn,” Tim bit his lip as his cock flopped out, a eight inch pulsating pale pillar with heavy low hanging nuts covered in little black hairs. \n\n\n“Don’t worry, she always wanted the best for you,” she continued, her voice reaching deep into Tim’s mind, “she knew you deserved to be treated like a god, even as the fever took her mind she still focused on what mattered.”\n\n\n“I…”\n\n\n“And what matters is you breeding these mewling inferiors and making them your brood slaves, you always did want kids, right?”\n\n\n“I—I did, but—NO!” Tim pushed back, clenching his wife's urn in his hands, he met Cthulhu’s gaze. He didn’t understand his feelings on all this, it wasn’t hatred but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, “I just came here to spread her ashes on the shores. I can’t imagine my wife wanted me to cheat on her the second she died, it’s just not right.”\n\n\n“But master,” mewled Anmarie, “Annabelle wanted this too, she wrote the letter and she was obsessed with breeding! Your house absolutely stunk of cum—”\\\n\n\n“Alright, I get it,” said Tim, a little embarrassed. \n\n\n“She did bring up the option of moving before you went to war,” continued Cthulhu, her form looming over Tim, “Is it so hard to believe that she wanted to take you to Africa while you were thinking about Europe?”\n\n\n“Well… it’s possible.”\n\n\n“Mother Cthulhu will make you whole, master Tim,” she held her arms out as if expecting embrace, “If you consummate the pact as many before you have then I will provide you with a powerful boon and even more I will restore your wife to life.”\n\n\n“Is it really possible?” he asked, his grip on the urn loosened slightly. He felt hopeful for a second but was still very weary of a Faustian bargain with an entity beyond his mortal understanding. \n\n\n“Easily done once you’ve joined our family,” responded Cthulhu, putting a hand on his shoulder, “though I’d never force you to accept. You may always leave here and forget about our little encounter and go on wondering what could’ve been.”\n\n\n“Please don’t, I want that dick,” muttered Anmarie under her breath. \n\n\n“Alright, I’ll do it.”\n\n\n“Wonderful!” Cthulhu looked overjoyed as she pulled Tim towards the altar. He nearly dropped his wife’s urn as he was dragged over, once reaching the stairs up he placed her on the steps and looked up just in time to see Cthulhu’s massive Elder God cake jiggling as she walked up the steps. \n\n\n“Enjoying yourself?” she teased, as she watched Tim’s cock pulse.\n\n\n“Let’s just get this done,” replied Tim, a little flush in his cheeks as he ascended the stairs. He peered behind him to see the cult’s continual prostration. This entire pact was complete madness but he felt compelled to do it for Anna even the small chance of having his wife back was worth whatever he would do with this creature. He walked up the steps and finished taking off his clothes. He showed off his nicely muscled body, farm work had given him a lot of strength that he didn’t lose after moving to Arkham.\n\n\n“Very nice,” commented Cthulhu as she squatted in front of Tim. Her huge ass smushing against her heels as she brought her head down to crotch level. She cupped Tim’s hairy sack and cooed, “Mmmnnnn, such a tasty little moral~”\n\n\nTim didn’t say much beyond leaning against the stone table for support as Cthulhu’s tentacles caressed and squeezed his member. They were all surprisingly soft, moving like tiny serpents as they started to stroke his cock, giving him a little tentacle-job as she moved his tip to her unseen oral orifice. There was a moment of true horror when Tim realize there was a very real chance Cthulhu had a beak like many squids but such a theory seemed to be debunked when he entered her mouth.\n\n\nA soft and wet entrance pressed against his cock head before she moved the first few inches of his meat inside her mouth. There was nothing quite like it, the feelers alone were a lot more stimulating than a regular handjob but Cthulhu’s mouth felt like an orifice specially created to drain Tim’s balls. He was on the edge of orgasm, the many soft non–euclidean folds moulded to his size allowing him deep penetration while what felt like a doze tongue tickled his glands. \n\n\n“Mmmnnggh~” \n\n\n“Moan for me,” cooed Cthulhu, her voice ringing in Tim’s mind.\n\n\n“How are you doing that—”\n\n\n“Don’t worry about some simple telepathy, just enjoy using me—” Cthulhu’s voice paused as Tim leaned forward and grabbed her head, pushing his shaft deeper into her sloppy mouth–pussy.\n\n\n“Ooooo, oh my! Such rough stud,” she continued, seemingly excited by Tim’s heavy movements.\n\n\n“Take my load, squid bitch,” he groaned under his breath. Tim leaned against her body, pumping her formless depths as Cthulhu’s feelers wrapped around his legs and chest, teasing him as he started to burst. Months worth of cum shot out of his cock and filled Cthulhu’s throat with his hot genetic sludge.\n\n\nHe spent a moment panting, his grip on her skull tight as he pulled out and leaned against the altar. There was a moment of worry as Tim pulled out, he thought that his movements might’ve been too hard on the goddess. However, Cthulhu seemed thrilled by his performance, letting out sweet moans as she stood up, “Mmmmpph~ such a sweet man, giving mommy so much seed.”\n\n\n“Are we done,” asked Tim.\n\n“Were you ever done with Anna after she sucked out your precious seed.”\n\n\nTim shook his head, inhaling slightly as he asked, “Why me?”\n\n\n“Beyond being my chosen people?”\n\n\n“Yes beyond that,” replied Tim.\n\n\n“You saw a sliver of my true form dear and unlike these mewling inferiors your mind didn’t bend or break,” Cthulhu’s feelers tickled Tim’s chest, “you are superior, fit to be a vessel for the Old Ones and our power.”\n\n\n“And if I did break?”\n\n\n“I’d probably let you run off with that urn but I’d be very disappointed~”\n\n\n“Then shall we continue?”\n\n\n“Yes, you can just lay down—”\n\n\n“No, bend over,” ordered Tim, stern as he looked down at the Elder God. He rubbed his cock between her big eyes, “I will be doing most of the moving.”\n\n\n“Oooooh, yes sir,” Cthulhu sprang up to her feet and quickly bent over the altar using her fat booty, which Tim immediately groped. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh like he was kneading dough and Cthulhu shivered, letting out more groans as she was spread wide open. Tim showed off her puffy green anal ring and drooling slit, dark green with slightly pinkish inner folds, crowded by a swollen clit.\n\n\n“Such a lewd and whorish hole,” Tim pressed his cock against her anus, noticing the entrance spread slightly at his sudden teasing.\n\n\n“Mmmmmnnn, so rough~”\n\n\n“Such a slutty hole needs to be punished,” Tim pressed his cock head into Cthulhu’s anus, his meat was eagerly accepted, her rim spread wide open to perfectly accommodate Tim’s girth.\n\n\n“Nnnhhh, b-but—”\n\n\n“But nothing,” spat Tim as he sunk more of his cock into those antediluvian bowels, yet untouched by man. His breath heavy as he spat, “we can finish the consummation after I’ve punished your greedy asshole.”\n \n“Hnnnyyynn, Yes! Churn up mother Cthulhu’s insides,” she gripped the stone slab, fingers sinking into the hard stone causing it to crack as Tim grabbed her hips. He had such firm hands, his fingers squishing her flesh.\n\n\n“More like whorethulhu! You have such a loose asshole, how much cock have you taken?” Tim kept pounding, the sound of his nuts knocking against Cthulhu’s thighs reverberated throughout the shore, overpowering the crackling fires and crashing waves. Not a single sound in the world could drown out the sound of Tim breeding his elder–god–brood–bitch!\n\n\n“It took Anna months to get used to me but your hole accepted my cock immediately!”\n\n\n“Uhhhnngghhhuu! I love it,” cried Cthulhu, her eyes crossing as her bowels were crapped out by Tim’s tip.\n\n\nTim kept pace, increasing the speed of his thrusts as he felt Cthulhu squirt over his nuts, “you just wanted a hard fuck didn’t you? None of this ritual shit really matters, you just need to be pounded into the ground!”\n\n\n“Haaarder, haaardder!” she sputtered and Tim had his answer.\n\n\nThe brutal anal continued and Tim felt his reservations melt away as his hips squished against those Elder-thing hips. Was he still doing it all for Anna or had he given into primal lust like the cultists prostrating at the temple of his consummation? Tim knew he should care but as he started to burst in Cthulhu’s asshole he knew it didn't matter, only finishing the consummation mattered and he’d do it this way.\n\n\nTim pulled his meat out mid orgasm, blasting several ropes over Cthulhu’s cellulite stuffed ass cheeks. His gaze narrowed as he watched her squirt a torrent of sticky juices over the stone floor. He gave Cthulhu’s ass a heavy smack and ordered, “lay down on the slab.”\n\n\n“Ooohhhnnn, I’m still cu—”\n\n\n“Now.”\n\n\nCthulhu quickly scrambled onto the cracked stone altar, her body weight causing the stone to shake as she laid down on her back; wings draping off the sides like cloth, and breasts sagging to the sides as she spread her legs, showing off her gaping anus and pussy. She was still mid orgasm, her clit twitching as she sputtered, “Is this gu-good?”\n\n\n“Good enough,” Tim’s voice was a rough growl, his cock pulsing, swelling as he climbed onto the table. He hadn’t been this turned on since he fucked Anna after proposing. \n\n\nTim went down on Cthulhu’s muff teasing her clit with his tongue as he slipped two fingers inside her lips. He constantly teased the back of her swollen clit, edging her until she felt her juices spray against his hand. Her juices leaked down her taint and covered the stone but Tim wasn’t going to move until—\n\n\n“Pweeease!” squealed Cthulhu as her legs trembled.\n\n\n“Mmmmhmm, what was that?”\n\n\n “I need it now!” cried Cthulhu, “I’m an Elder God and I demand respect… and penetration without further begging!”\n\n“Pathetic,” Tim grabbed Cthulhu’s hips as he started to insert, his voice a little smug as he said, “you didn’t even last as long as Anna.”\n\n\n“Huuunnhh, meeanie!” she moaned as Tim started to pump her insides.\n\n\n“But you enjoy the teasing and bleaching,” he replied, “you’re absolutely soaking from just a little teasing, you must’ve really needed me.”\n\n\n“Uhh-huuuggh!”\n\n\nTim pushed his entire length inside Cthulhu and started to rut her insides. The feeling of that otherworldly slit was incredible, it felt like thousands of folds were all constantly shifting to draw him deeper into her depths. Each flex squeezing him tight like she was trying with all her power to milk out his seed this instant. Yet, Tim wouldn’t allow himself to be drained too quickly.\n\n\n“Then why don’t you sit back and enjoy yourself!”\n\n\n“Uuuhhhnnn—hhuuggghh!” Cthulhu let out a sloppy gurgle as Tim started to rut deep in her muff. His deep heavy pumps making wet churning sounds, she didn’t know how this white boy made her cum so effortlessly. \n\n\nTim reached up and grabbed hold of her fat nipples. He squeezed them in his hands, pulling on her breasts with each buck of his hips. They were so soft, yet stayed perky as Tim kept teasing, “Such lewd breasts!”\n\n\n“Nyyhhoooo!”\n\n\nTim shoved his thumbs inside her nipples as he pulled, “you’re nothing more than a succubus, a cum starved little devil that needs dick to live!”\n\n\nThere was no reply, Cthulhu was simply groaning now, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by the crashing waves of pleasure. Tim kept up his thrusts nearing closer to orgasm. Despite Cthulhu’s state, she was still an Elder God and her pussy kept clamping down on Tim’s cock even tighter than his late wife. He couldn’t hold on for more than a couple minutes. The feeling of his swollen cock’s throbs was too much and he blasted, filling up the divine womb of Mother Cthulhu with his hot white seed. \n\n\n“Holy hell~” Tim pulled out of Cthulhu’s pussy and collapsed backwards, resting on the slab. The consummation took a lot of energy but Tim felt his vigour return quickly, among other things.\n\n\nTim looked down as he stepped off the stone altar, noticing his cock had gained a monstrous virility. His meat had swollen to incredible sizes, doubling in girth and thickness. From base to tip thick blue veins pulsed up the length to his fat pink tip, half covered by skin. The underside of his shaft thickened, pulsing before taping as it moved back to the base. His balls \n\n\n“A little blessing for our favoured children~” Cthulhu’s gaping pussy throbbed as she let out a satisfied sigh. Tim’s thick load nearly leaked out of her lips but her muff immediately tightened, making sure not a single drop of seed was spilled, her voice sweet as she continued, “nothing in or outside the universe can resist your seed now and you should have more than enough to impregnate your new cult.”\n\n\n“Feels like it,” muttered Tim, he grabbed the base of his member and felt a shiver run up his spine. He still felt rather sensitive but didn’t feel tired at all, in fact he felt a renewed need to breed.\n\n“Now the pact is consummated~” cooed Cthulhu as she stood up off the altar and embraced Tim, her thighs smothered his cock as she continued, “the cult here is yours, expand, breed and bleach them in my name and soon Anna will be returned to you~”\n\n\n“Thank you,” exhaled Tim.\n\n\n“And in another ten years during the next alignment you’ll be expected to renew the pact and I expect you’ll have no trouble,” continued Cthulhu, feeling his cock twitch between her thighs. \n\n\n“Not at all…” Tim paused, placing his hands on Cthulhu’s hips, “but I am not one to quit halfway, are you ready for round four~”\n\n\n“Such a fiendish priest, making your goddess horny right after we finished.”Tim had a way of making her mortal body go crazy but she couldn’t stay for much longer, she sighed and said, “eventually we will continue but first, you’ve still got unfinished business with the hoard of needy negros that brought you to me~”\n\n\nTim looked over to the cult which were all still prostrating before the altar though a few members appeared to be playing with themselves beneath their robes. He turned back to face the Old God but when he did she was already gone. He looked at the cult, his cock still pulsating and said, “let’s get started.”\n\n\nAmarie’s Grandmother Rosa was the first to disrobe, her body was aged but still kept it’s motherly proportions, ample hips and thigh thighs stuffed with cellulite; plump and jiggly. Her stomach was soft and pudgy, distending over her pubes. Her breasts sagged over her stomach and her innie nipples poked from their dark brown sheaths as she looked at Tim with lust in her eyes. \n\n\nAnmarie’s body was very athletic, nearly the opposite of her grandmother, tight and perky with smooth curves. Her little C-cups were tipped by pointy dark brown nipples. The beginnings of muscle definition were showing up over her midsection, hips and thighs, leaving a gap between them. Her pussy was freshly shaved leaving hints of stubble, her clit swollen, and the inside of her thighs were coated sticky cunt honey; no doubt created while Tim was rutting her goddess. \n\n\n Anmaria was trembling with excitement as she asked, “I hope this pleases you ma—” \n\n\n“On your knees, bitch,” ordered Tim as he pointed to the ground like he was ordering a pair of hounds, “same goes to you granny.”\n\n\n“Yes master!” The pair fell to their knees and the crowd around them shivered as they looked up at Tim.\n\n\n“The rest of your strip and join your sister slaves. They’ll most likely need help making me cum,” grunted Tim, he grabbed the base of his cock and lightly slapped the grandmother and daughter on their cheeks.\n\n\n“Hnnngghh, so powerful!” cooed Rosa\n\n\n“I’m gonna go insaaaane~” \n\n\n“Are you stupid whores going to waste all day gawking at my cock or are you going to worship me properly?” asked Tim, he’d been unsure of all of this when it was explained but the blissful, sloppy looks on his in-laws’ faces was all the proof he needed. Everyone had their place in the cosmic order and he knew this for certain thanks to Anna.\n\n\n“Oh sorry my god, I’m just a dumb old cow,” Rosa let out a sloppy groan as she kissed up Tim’s cock, continuing to mewl in between the kisses, “mmwwwaah, I’m old n’slow, no better than a sow, mwwwwaah, thu-thank you for letting me worship your glorious pillar.” \n\n\n“Master, grandma is too old to properly carry your children,” mewled Anmarie as she licked up his cock, adding her ruby kisses to the opposite side of his cock.\n\n\n“You’re just like your sister, a greedy little slut,” spat Grandma as she started polishing Tim’s nuts, planting big purple kiss marks over his divine white meat, “we both know Master’s seed can impregnate anything he wants~”\n\n\n“How about the rest of you?” Tim addressed the crowd surrounding him, over a hundred cultists all wearing robes and masks, he could feel a sense of power rising in his voice as he continued, “why do you still have clothes on, there is still length worshipped. \n\n\nQuickly the group descended on him like a swarm, surrounding Tim in ebony bodies. Their hair done up with bands of gold, big pouty lips painted a variety of shades and many tattooed in strange symbols Tim hadn’t seen but over half had a big white Q inside a heart somewhere on their body, and there were many different kinds of bodies. Bottom heavy women with small breasts, top heavy MILF with mammaries bigger than their heads, petite teets, thick BBWs and even men that were as soft and thick as the prior girls. The overstimulation was so much for Tim that he didn’t even stop to think about the innate societal taboos associated with breeding men, he just acted as the master they clearly needed. \n\n\n“Good slaves,” he commented as they surrounded his cock. Seven men and women added to the kisses and rings his in-laws planted on his cock. After a moment the rest of his pale meat was covered in multiple kisses and rings, his meat a rainbow of their worship. \n\n\nTo Tim’s side they kissed and licked his feat, letting out such sweet moans as they panted, “Thank you master, does this please you master~” \n\n\n“Not enough,” Tim looked at one femboy kissing his thigh. A rather muscled bitch boy, his nipples were ridges and cock hard, shooting out ropes of his worthless load as Tim ordered, “there are parts of my body that could use your lips.\n\n\nA look of confusion was on the sissy boy’s face before his expression lit up, “Arrrf, right away my white god!”\n\n\n“Good pets,” Tim gave him a pet on the head causing him to squirt out a rope of seed before he squatted behind tim and started making out with his tight anal rim. His thick lips smooched Tim without an ounce of hesitation, slobbering over his hole with glee. Tim could hear the boy snort as his tongue punches his insides, desperate to please his new god.\n\n\nThen Tim’s bit his lower lip, his balls tensed and tightened as he blasted a disgustingly thick load of cum. His seed coated the faces and chests of three different cultists and spilled onto the floor in massive white globs. It was more like a thick cream and flowed like tar, spilling onto stone ground but it wasn’t wasted. The cultist’s that didn’t have any cum painting their faces went down on all fours and pressed their lips into Tim’s ghot cum sludge.\n\n\nAnmarie was the first to start sucking up his genetic seed, exclaiming, “Mmmnn, thank you for the seed my god!”\n\n\n“It is our pleasure to please you, massah~” Rosa’s expression was sloppy, her eyes big and lustful as she begged, “please use your filthy servants more!”\n\n\n“Yes my god!”\n\n\n“Let me huff your holy nuts!”\n\n\n“Please let me lick your feet!”\n\n\nTim smiled as he heard the cries of his cult and he leaned against his servant’s face, who surprisingly managed to easily support Tim as he continued to tongue punch his master’s ass. Tim pointed at Anmarie, ordering, “you may start, then the one beneath me can join once you’re filled.”\n\n\n“Hnnnggghh!” The cultist under Tim let out a sloppy groan as he leaked more cum, along with a dozen other males that Tim could see. \n\n\n“Thank you my god, I’m so happy to finally be able to carry your superior seed.” Anmarie quickly stood up and pressed her ass down on Tim’s dick. Her pussy lips quickly stretched to impossible proportions to accept his holy white cock into her depths. Tim could see his meat create a huge bulge in her belly with a clear outline of his cock.\n\n\n“Oh thank you~” Rosa squealed, kissing Anmarie’s cock bulged belly, “please knock up my stupid granddaughter, give me a white great grandson instead of another stupid fuck sleeve~”\n\n\n“Hnnngggh, fucking hag,” grunted Anmarie as she started moving, bouncing her hips up and down Tim’s dick, “shut up and hhnnn–aaaahhgg, luh-let me milk and squeeze, massah’s white dick.”\n\n\nTim relaxed as his sister in-law was joined by another half a dozen fresh cultists. The group all surrounded him with big needy eyes. Breasts were pressed against his chest, lips kissed his cheeks, pecs, thighs and whatever other free parts of Tim’s body they could access. There was only so much surface space for each member to monopolize, but more space would become free once Tim was finished filling Anmarie. \n\n\n“Hnnnnggh, look you dumb faggots, this is what a real load looks like!!” screamed Anmarie, looking at the group of sissies sucking Tim’s nuts. Her belly was inflated, filled until it looked like she’d pop and before Anmarie could say another word the Cult expertly switched.\n\n\nThe slave under Tim was quickly replaced and another pair of drooling lips was pressing against his anus. While the sissy happily threw his ass back down on Tim’s dick. Tim was more than ready to milk Tim’s dick, his massive boy butt smoothing Tim’s dick. He had never even romantically thought of a man before, but watching this sissy faggot bouncing on his dick felt as natural as filling up Anmarie. \n\n\nSo many tongues all devoted to draining Tim’s cosmic powered cock, the two massive loads he unleashed on the group and a third was quickly painting the bitch boi’s insides white. Yet, he didn’t feel tired or drained, his nuts still fat and full, not losing a single micrometre of size as he shot gallons of cum. The limp sissy fell forward off his cock and Rosa replaced him, pressing her huge GILF booty down on Tim’s powerful meat and he could tell it was going to be a long night. \n\n\n\n\n________________\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe coming months were increasingly strange for Tim. He had seen no need to return to Arkham to continue his medical research but did write to his family back in Massachusetts to let them know he was doing well, when the real answer was a lot more complex. He had literally bred and bleached an entire town of West Africans and only felt a little tired once the sun had risen; his virility well surpassed what an entire stable of studs was capable of, and it almost frightened Tim. All that was left of those kindly townsfolk was a pile of livestock, utterly addicted to worshipping their new god and worship they did.\n\n\nA massive manor was built near the outside of town, not too far from the ritual ground entrance. During the construction Tim lived a very lavish life filled with daily love making with the locals that catered to all his needs. He would wake up in the morning to Anmarie sucking his cock and Rosa cooking him breakfast. While the rest of the day was deciding which locals’ many advances he’d accept. Would it be time to reward the sailors, maids, hunters, farmers or miners? There were even more villages in the outskirts and each wished to receive his divine seed.\n\n\nThough, Tim felt like he couldn’t just give it away without some work on the part of the locals. They’d go down on all fours, spreading their holes panting like animals as they begged Tim for a few extra moments at his feet. Rosa mentioned that the simple mention of Tim’s presence was enough to make any of the townsfolk work double time and the men were even sloppier. Tim never thought he was gay, never felt attracted to another man but the towns’ men (if they could be called that at his point. Their faces were smooth and feminine with voices losing all the gruffness that might’ve been expected of African men and their feminization didn’t stop at just their features.\n\n\nIn body and soul the men of the town were women. Many, if not all of their cocks shrivelled into little nubs and most of them started to show signs of pregnancy after a couple weeks. Their bellies grew larger and their pecs swelled, becoming fat black udders that would leak through their shirts as they worked. When Tim inquired what might be happening, Rosa again explained. Their great god had blessed Tim with more than simple size and now no one; be them a barren woman or muscled manly man could resist the call of big white cock. \n\n\nStrangely, such news didn’t really disturb Tim. He felt like at one point these changes wouldn’ve made him feel shame or disgust but he understood his place in the pyramid and so did they. He knew it would be cruel to deny his worshipers, his devoted slaves their divine purpose. Though, even as he laid in his new manor, catered to by a dozen hand picked maids and butlers all very willing to be his white baby factories, he felt cheated. Cthulhu had promised him his wife and he expected her to float down from the clouds in a ray of light or maybe emerge from the sea but something so pleasing to his modern sensibilities was not what Cthulhu had in mind.\n\n\nOn a strange night nine months later, when Tim just finished the breeding ritual he saw something by the rocks. One of his followers checked it out and presented him with a baby. A rosy cheeked infant with no discernable source considering the un-impregnated state of his current entourage. He’d assume the child was a kind of blessing from great Cthulhu and he would be almost right.\n\n\nNearly five years went by of Tim raising this sea spawned child, who he named Annabelle after his late wife. New white men were found by the cult’s daughters and sent out to settle new towns all along the coast. Though Cult matters mostly took care of themselves, what didn’t was his new child who grew at an alarming rate. At a few months old she could speak and read like a small child, walking and eventually running with impressive athletic ability. These days left Tim confused and more than a little concerned for his adoptive child. By age two she had looked like a ten year old and by age three she was fully fluent in both native and british tongues. A teenager at age four, with all the challenges which came with that age, and as she reached age five she reminded Tim of someone he lost so many years ago and he realized.\n\n\nThe girl didn’t just resemble Annabelle, it literally was Anna reborn. She was a young woman again, almost like she was plucked out of that time so many years ago and placed in front of Tim like nothing happened. There was a time he denied this fact, dismissing Annabelle’s glances and lewd looks to be the cult’s influence. She was a young lady that Tim viewed as his daughter despite the strangeness of her upbringing.\n\n\nHowever, when she snuck into his bed on one dark night, she whispered something that only Anna would know. She leaned in close to his ear, her breasts pressing against his chest as she said, “I told you everything would be fine once you came here but I do feel a little jealous watching you take everyone but me~” When Tim heard this the truth became undeniable and he wouldn’t waste anymore time before finally breeding his lost bride. \n\n\n\n\n________________\n\n\n\n\n\n\nThe secret cringey rejected titles for your enjoyment: In the Mountits of Madness, Great Bleached One, Call of White Cock Worship, Call of Cthuwu, My wife died and to bring her back I had to fuck Cthulhu, The West African Whorer, The Clapping of Cthulhu’s Cheeks, Great Old GILF gets fucked by Lovecraftian White Boy and H.P Lovecraft’s Wet Dream", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "        A turn of horrible events had Doctor Timothy. L Renford life moving towards the strange and unfamiliar Gold Coast. Timothy Renford or Tim as he was called by all who knew him well was Northern Massachusetts stock, and came from a long line of humble farmers, but unlike the good common folk of the region, his family had done exceedingly well for themselves.


As one of the few families to survive the drought of eighteen ninetyfour, his father Leon F. Renford had used the wealth from those harvests to afford to cultivate multiple farms worth of land, making most of his money from horses and cranberries. However as a middle child, Timothy was free from the major expectations that his two older brothers, Jackson and Adrian Renford had as the majority heirs.


Though after helping his mother with the veterinarian work needed to care for pigs, Tim developed a unique curiosity for medicine. Which would lead the young man to medical school, opting for the halls of Yale instead of accepting a scholarship at Arkham. He’d eventually get pulled towards that gloomy city after being accepted to complete a residency at the Arkham medical centre for the clinically insane. The Doctor he studied under was one Howard Cawlsworth, a Arkham professor doing medical research at the facility.


The hours were long but one of the few comforts that Tim allowed himself was a bar outside the town, a little place pushed to the fringes by the burgeoning Arkham prohibition movement which had pushed out the old poolhall months prior. This included the accusations that race mixing had, according to the Prohibitionists, had become commonplace in such establishments, but Tim didn’t care. Their puritan beliefs that Tim suspected was just a way to alleviate the boredom of the town, wouldn’t stop him from relaxing in good company.


The Bar, the Old Church was a refurbished old church by a man named William Hexly; two parts original saloon man and one part old softy. He looked like something out of a western reenactment with his handlebar moustache and stern glare but he was always welcoming. Some of the workmen would form bands together and play music for the thirsty folk of Arkham outskirts.


It was here Dr. Rothford or Timothy as he was well known met his wife, Annabelle Smith or Anna as she was known colloquially. She was an exceptional pianist and Timothy had a good respect for the exceptionally jazzy sound Anna brought to the keys. Casual conversation quickly turned to passionate rutting near the back of the church and after
a year as an item Timothy proposed to Anna with a golden band. However things weren’t smooth for the couple.


Their community was very receptive to the idea and Anna’s marriage, her only living relative, her sister Anmarie, was thrilled to help in any way she could but the county was a different story. The act of interracial marriage was still very illegal and while he garnered a fair bit of sympathy from the more liberal political members, nothing could be done for the moment. The opinions of lawmakers would “kindly” describe his love for Anna to be a temporary hit of “jungle fever”.


Anna may not have been Tim’s wife in any legal sense but he’d happily called Anna his wife to anyone who would care to ask. They’d spend a few years together living out of a small house Tim had bought with money from working research and development at the Arkham general branch. All kinds of weird experiments were done on questionable specimens that Tim was never told the true nature of beyond that they were some strange arctic creature.


However, the strange projects of his colleges meant little to Tim, they paid him and left his personal affairs alone. Tim was determined to be a family man, yet these peaceful days were not allowed to last. Soon the Kaiser’s conflict with England would draw America into the Great War. Despite feeling betrayed by his country Tim would answer the call and arrive in the European theatre. He would serve a long few years in the medical core, earning honours and the rank of a Major during his short time in service after saving a General’s son.


Though Tim was much more focused on Europe itself, rather than fighting for or against its inhabitants. There were many places were interracial marriage were common and many priests who would be happy to wed himself and Anna. Tim had picked up a decent amount of German and French while studying at Yale, he could teach his wife a new language and they could start a proper life together as a proper husband and wife.


However, in the summer Tim returned from war and was greeted by his wife who was consumed by a terrible fever. By the time Tim had returned there was very little he could do, Anna was too far gone and delirious, with only her sister and Tim to care for her in those final days. When she finally died Tim was beset by grief and almost consumed by the loss but wife had one dying request.


My dearest Timothy


        If you are reading this then I am gone. I hoped you would never have to read this letter but it seems like God had other plans for us. You were taken from me all too soon but you are favoured and can make us whole again. My Sister and Grandmother have gone ahead of you but I want you to carry my ashes back to my homeland. The old port town of Inma, after you arrive, meet with my family and spread my ashes over the shores. Then all will become clear.

Lovingly, Annabelle Smith.


There was dry lipstick at the bottom of the page just like he used to receive during the war. A twitch of hopeful nostalgia welled up in his chest and he tried not to ruin the letter with his tears. Though, his emotions couldn’t distract Tim from reflecting on what he read as the evening progressed and it felt a little strange. He had never met Anna’s grandmother and according to her sister, their actual mother had died many years ago along with their father, ironically also taken by sickness. This was the first time he had heard of any extended family outside who lived in America.


In addition the letter had a strange tone to it like all would become better or fine once Tim completed this task. As if a trip to Africa would bring back his wife. If Tim was lucky he expected to feel a little closure but felt like he’d feel like this for a long time. Nonetheless, he couldn’t reject Anna’s last wish over a few paranoid thoughts. Timothy put in his request for leave at Arkham general and Charted a course over the Pacific bound for the shores of West Africa.


The boat ride was not nearly as interesting as the Colonial port town of Inma. Post war gloom had made its way to the town but so long as the port shipped out raw gold ore than the British Empire didn’t care too much about the goings on of the sleepy town. Despite the British flag flying, the evidence of mid 18th century French colonial architecture was apparent the moment Tim left the boat. Though the port itself was definitively British in style and structure. However, despite being an Arkham man now, Tim didn’t share the love for architecture that many of his colleagues had and didn’t know much more about the building arrangements or the specifics of the designs of many of the main buildings.


The only building Tim really cared about was his room at the hotel which was reserved a month in advance. Walking through the town he appeared to be greeted quite well for a foreigner. A few of the folks gave him a wave which he saw proper to return and a few of the nautical men saw it fit to welcome Tim. The atmosphere was a lot warmer than Tim was expecting and he was quite impressed by the candour of the locals.


They were well dressed and seemed quite handsome, he’d almost mistook one of the seamen working down by the peer for a woman before he heard his voice. Tim felt like he could’ve spent his life here and did feel the tug to explore a little more of the town and its surrounding area. Yet, this land reminded him too much of Anna and he didn’t want to dally for too long and made a straight line for his hotel, the Jungle’s Kiss.


He was ushered into the old hotel by a kindly Congo woman, she looked west African and rather young for her age; Tim was very surprised to find out she was in her sixties when she didn’t look a day past forty. A fact he brought up to a little blush from the older woman and a comment about it being rude to tease his elders. She then informed Tim that breakfast was at eight tomorrow morning and offered to cook something for Tim if he needed food after such a long journey. He declined which seemed to sadden the woman and he assured her that it was just seasickness sticking with him longer than normal.


The woman left his room, leaving Tim to unpack and get washed. The opportunities to bathe on the trip here were slim as they were inadequate and Tim was looking forward to finally getting clean (even if there was no hot water heater) but while he was getting undressed he heard a window break. He rushed back into his room to see a rope leading out from the second floor balcony. Tim looked out his window just in time to see a nautical looking negro, a man clad head to toe in black robes (what else could that be?), running down the empty street with his wife's ashes under her arm.


He wasted no time, grabbing his old colt pistol and re-buttoning his shirt as he ran down into the dark streets (luckily he didn’t take off his pants). The town was dim, a few spare lamps were all the illumination available but it was enough for Tim to see the robes of the thief billowing as he ran outside the town. Tim kept in hot pursuit, keeping just behind the thief as he ran into the sparsely populated forest and towards the rocky cliffs which flanked the town.


Tim was surprised that a man weighed down by a heavy mask and thick robes could run so fast but he was determined. How could he face Anna’s sister and mother after he let her ashes be stolen? Come to think of it, why would someone even bother stealing ashes? Perhaps they thought the urn contained something with material value but


The only option in Tim’s mind was catching this thief and he kept just a few dozen feet behind him until the thief ran past an outcropping and entered a very strange and ancient piece of architecture.


A large columned flanked arch in the stone like the Petra of West Africa. Dozens of candles littered the steps towards the entrance and between the columns stood two large statues depicting strange inhuman squid-like creatures. Their visage was not unsimilar to those ancient arctic specimens he once studied but such unsettling observations were secondary to getting Anna’s ashes back. Tim quickly ascended the steps and moved into the bleak darkness of the hallway, following the distant sound of footsteps.


Soon loudly echoed bellows could be heard from the depths of those rough stone hallways; a cacophonous mixture of croaks, gasps and low tones that nothing of earth could have created, at least nothing Timothy had ever heard. He grabbed one of the spare candles on a few of the indents and moved deeper inside. The hallway’s crude stone arrangement soon changed to a slick black oily stone like it’d been dredged up from the ocean. Perhaps the tides rescinded recently but that would be impossible considering Timothy’s current estimated elevation.


The low tones grew louder and hints of crashing waves could be heard as Timothy saw moonlight pour in from an opening. Yet it didn’t drown out the voices and queer words could be heard, rhythmic chants that thrummed through the hallway;


“I’a, I’a, I’a, cthath, cthath, cthath, uoa ix ehki sakkah!

Timothy felt pause as he reached that maw-like end to the hallway, the smooth black stone transitioning to a carved black path. Whoever stole his wife’s ashes felt a need to flee to others that had congregated on the shore but for what purpose Timothy couldn’t guess but he couldn’t be deterred, not when the thief must be so close. However, he was not prepared to find an entire congregation on those dark shores.


The darkness broke to a moonlit shore where a strange altar was being licked by sea waves. Dozens of smooth hewn stairs covered with candles, urns and small golden statues lead up to a bare slab of pure white marble that caught the moonlight as it bathed the beach. All around that strange structure were large pyre’s nearly twenty feet tall surrounded by cultists all adorned in robes of white or black with red trims. Their chanting screamed out into the night, drawing out all the charms of nature.


“Ixi, Ixi, Ixi, xel’na xel’nana ur-ga uoa sul!”


“Tika, tika, tika, xel’nur xel’nura ura pthatgen!”


In the time since Tim had started running here the wind had picked up and he could hear the waves crash against the rocks with enough ferocity that spooked him even as he stared from many feet away. Yet, the mass of over a hundred raving cultists did not stop their chants, repeating their dirge with almost impressive synchronicity. Their voices rising to meet the fury of the tides.


Tim felt a primal sense of urgency that he would need to leave this place quickly. He slowly crept down the pathway down, using the sharp rocks for cover. Despite his closeness to the chanters Tim didn’t attract their attention but he could see their strange wooden masks depicting squid-like faces poking out from under their hoods. Judging by the large number of cultists there was no doubt these were some of the friendly townsfolk he had met earlier today. Their unholy revelry betrayed their true intentions. Tim wondered if it had been the thief’s goal to draw him to this place but in such a case, why had he not been ambushed and forced to partake in such an unnatural worship? So many conflicting thoughts were rushing through Tim’s head, none of it made any sense but he had to push on. He hadn’t seen Anna’ urn yet and he assumed it must’ve been placed beside the altar.


Lucky there were spots between the jagged rocks that provided enough cover. Though they took Tim dangerously close to the cultists. He could feel the warmth of the bonfires lapping at his skin. They burned hot enough to cause the sand around them to steam, filling the air with choking amounts of moisture. It was getting harder for Tim to keep his footing, his legs were sinking deeper into the shores but he was getting close to the side of the altar.


That is when he started to hear a low rumble, a slight shaking which made Tim wonder if there was an earthquake but he knew something felt wrong. The cultists all fell to their hands and knees, firmly prostrating themselves towards the altar. For one single moment Tim felt lucky, he saw Anna’s urn on the steps of the altar and it was close. He crept forward, his footfalls hidden by the rumbling and violent crashing of the waves. Then the rumbling hit its peak and Tim looked out into the cove. The waves were high and the air filled with steam but he couldn’t deny what he was seeing.

A great creature rose from the depths massive and terrible, greater than all the old beasts of legend. Its movements were that of primordial elements shaping the earth, it was like the ocean was rising towards the sky. Torrents of brackish seawater spilled off what Tim thought was a mountain before it started to stir. Two massive bat wings unfurled, between its bony wing fingers was a translucent green membrane which streaked with a terrible and sickly energy. The sickening coils of lightning arced towards a massive squid face, its brow plated and rows of baleful red eyes glowing as its long slimy tendrils rose out of the ocean like a fleet of battleships being dredged up from their watery grave. Muscled, plated shoulders gave way to… breasts?


The great old one rose up and had the body of some ancient fertility goddess; two breasts literally like two mountains jiggling rose out of the sea, each one had a puffy and soft dark green peak. Her breasts remained perky, showing off a midsection packed with muscles; perfect twelve pack abs and defined, extra–wide hips, reaching wider than her shoulders. An ass that could probably crush mount everest which claps caused the seas to scream as she moved out of the waters. Her thick thighs and perfectly shaped calves led into a set of claws that no doubt dug into the earth, rending it into rubble as the great one moved.


He’d somehow kept his wits about him as this horrible antediluvian evil stood before him, a mockery of all that existed. Timothy’s brow was caked in sweat, his face drained of colour as he watched those white and red robed cultists watch writhing on the ground. They appeared to enter a faith fueled frenzy, some looking insane as they praised their monolithic god.


The creature tilted its head up and started to emit some kind of whine or gurgle. Tim's ears rang as he heard the creature’s vocalisations, it was like he was in the barrel of an artillery piece as it fired. All other senses ceased as his body went into shock, he leaned against the rocks barely able to move yet he felt a sliver of focus. His wife’s ashes were still on those steps and the cultists did not move to cease their prostration to stop Tim from acquiring the urn. Perhaps they too were too terrified to move but it mattered little.


He grit his teeth and forced his legs forward, every movement shaky like he had to remember how to walk but he reached the urn, picking up speed as he felt it in his grasp. The world might’ve been spinning but he hadn’t been crushed yet. The air was cold and Tim’s joints were stiff as he quickly moved forward, he muttered under his breath, sweat beading down his face, dripping off him and sizzling as it hit the hot sand. It was like the world was boiling away, being stripped of the bare fibres which kept his reality together.

“Timothy. L Renford.”


Tim boots sank into the sand, his muscles froze as he heard a voice in the back of his mind, almost human but slightly queer. He whipped his head around and looked at the cultists who all continued their prostration, which only made Tim even more terrified; could the creature have noticed him? He looked up into the sky and the creature had vacated the skyline with no trace of its reality defying presence. Was it’s form just a fit of madness caused by the stress and terror of his task, for a brief moment Tim thought so until—

“Don’t run!”


Tim looked forward to seeing a comparatively miniscule version of the creature that once occupied the skyline was now occupying the way out of the ritual grounds. A squid faced woman around seven feet tall was looking at him with two big almost human eyes. Her body just as mountainously thick as her larger version. Bother her breasts dwarfed even the most beautiful fertility goddess’ and must’ve been triple-Z cups, yet remained perky as the creature leaned forward.


Her expression seemed almost desperate, her tone like that of a giddy young woman as she cried, “I’m sorry we spooked you but please don’t run away.”


Tim just stood there clasping his wife’s ashes as he looked forward confused on what the fuck was happening. He’d just seen something impossible, yet this monster Jezebel was somehow even more unbelievable. The way she leaned forward, her hands clasped and eyes needy, she looked like she’d cry if Tim tried to run so he just nodded his head and asked, “alright then, uhhhhhnnn….”


“You seem confused,” cooed the creature as she straightened her back, her clawed feet digging into the sand as her legs shifted. Tim could easily see her light green underbelly, immense hips and smooth crotch. He assumed she was some kind of biblical antediluvian monster but something about staring at her naked body felt wrong.


He looked away, giving her a little nod, prompting her to continue, “dear me, I am so sorry. I guess she died without telling you the truth.”


“Hmmmm?”


“Your wife was a devoted member of my cult,” she continued, “the Cult of Cthulhu! Try to remember the correct pronunciation tons of people get it wrong, hehe~”


“I…what?”


“Of course,


“Did she not tell you?”


“Clearly not,” spat Tim, seeming more than a little distraught at the news about his wife.


“Well she was supposed to bring you back here to receive my blessing,” Cthulhu pointed to the urn, coowing, “but it looks like she manages to draw you here despite that, now you’ll be able to bleach and breed this years meat~”


“What?” he replied, dumbfounded at this creature’s strange request, he hugged the urn tighter, “my Annabelle would never be a part of this and she’d certainly tell me if she was—”


“May I have permission to speak, master?” One of the cultist’s lifted her head off the ground and pulled off her mask. It was Anmarie and Timothy was sure it wasn’t just a similar looking woman. Her sweet voice, short braided hair and bright brown eyes were unmistakable, though Tim was a little surprised to see her lips painted ruby red.


“Anmarie, what is going on here?”


“Keep your head to the ground inferior, don’t be rude to you better,” commented Cthulhu.


“Yes Great Cthulhu, mother of the elder things and worshipper of white dick.


“Huh.”


“Master Timothy, my sister had wed you with the intent of you coming to these sacred grounds to be blessed by our divine fertility goddess,” she continued.


“That’s me,” added Cthulu, looking mighty proud of herself, “and not that black Elder bitch sub-niggurath.”


“Anna was very infatuated with you and didn’t want to share at first but gained perspective once you had left for war.” continued Anmarie, a little sadness in her voice.


“My granddaughter was always a little selfish, she had trouble with perception.” Another woman pulled her hood back. An older looking black woman with much darker skin than Anmarie. Her face was slightly wrinkled, lips pouty and painted a dark purple and her hair was long, curly and black with little silver streaks.


“Please would you—mmmnnggh!”


Cthulhu lifted up her hood and forced Anmarie’s grandmothers’ face back into the sand, grinding it as she said, “Rosa, did you forget your place, again?”


“Hnnnggh, forgive me Goddess, I talked out of turn—”


“Don’t appologize to me,” continued Cthulhu, lifting her foot, “apologize to your new master, you’ve offended him.”


“You’ve not offended me at all,” said Tim, annoyed at this creature’s sudden use of violence against his apparent grandmother in law in his name.


“No, I am sorry, master~” mewled Rosa, her face pressed against the sand, "I shouldn't have spoken without asking permission, please forgive this old sow.”


“Though my old servant is correct, Anna wished for you to come in my service and take your rightful place as one of my children,” continued Cthulhu, shaking her head as she looked down at Rosa, “though to be clear you’d be superior to this inferior bunch.”


“Inferiors?”


“Negros, orientals and millagros are all naturally drawn to my cult,” she continued, leaning over, her boobs bouncing as she nodded, “none can resist the sweet cosmic call of big white cock. It’s a natural all consuming feeling for these inferior animals and I can tell you’re true feelings are starting to show as well.”


“What are you—”


Cthulhu rubbed Timothy’s very obvious bulge, her voice a little smug, “I saw you get hard when Rosa’s face got stamped into the sand. Your body already knows what it was made to do but your mind has yet to catch up.”


Cthulhu leaned in, her massive breasts smothering Timothy’s shoulder, he winces but didn’t dare move as she caressed his chest, her feelers ticking his cheeks as she continued, “Anna never could go a day without you, constantly riding your cock whenever she could but that silly little war dragged you away from her before she could be your little half breed factory, right?”


“I… well kind of,” replied Tim, she was right about the kids but to put it in terms like that almost made Tim feel a little shameful, but…


“She was always asking you to be rough, you didn’t want to hurt her but she always moaned the loudest when you were rough with her dainty body,” continued Cthulhu, the pep in her voice was a lot more smoky, lower as she whispered in his ears.


Tim winced as he felt Cthulhu’s claw start to move down his chest, cutting the buttons off his shirt as she embraced him into her incredibly soft bosom. He didn’t know how Cthulhu knew about all those late nights with his wife but they were all so fresh in his mind. All those nights he spent with Anna bent over the dresser, her feet barely touching the ground as he pounded her until she couldn’t walk. There was more than one night where Tim had to carry his wife to bed but she never minded and neither did he.


“I was with her when she took this big white dick into her throat.”


“Mmmmnnn,” Tim bit his lip as his cock flopped out, a eight inch pulsating pale pillar with heavy low hanging nuts covered in little black hairs.


“Don’t worry, she always wanted the best for you,” she continued, her voice reaching deep into Tim’s mind, “she knew you deserved to be treated like a god, even as the fever took her mind she still focused on what mattered.”


“I…”


“And what matters is you breeding these mewling inferiors and making them your brood slaves, you always did want kids, right?”


“I—I did, but—NO!” Tim pushed back, clenching his wife's urn in his hands, he met Cthulhu’s gaze. He didn’t understand his feelings on all this, it wasn’t hatred but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, “I just came here to spread her ashes on the shores. I can’t imagine my wife wanted me to cheat on her the second she died, it’s just not right.”


“But master,” mewled Anmarie, “Annabelle wanted this too, she wrote the letter and she was obsessed with breeding! Your house absolutely stunk of cum—”\\


“Alright, I get it,” said Tim, a little embarrassed.  


“She did bring up the option of moving before you went to war,” continued Cthulhu, her form looming over Tim, “Is it so hard to believe that she wanted to take you to Africa while you were thinking about Europe?”


“Well… it’s possible.”


“Mother Cthulhu will make you whole, master Tim,” she held her arms out as if expecting embrace, “If you consummate the pact as many before you have then I will provide you with a powerful boon and even more I will restore your wife to life.”


“Is it really possible?” he asked, his grip on the urn loosened slightly. He felt hopeful for a second but was still very weary of a Faustian bargain with an entity beyond his mortal understanding.


“Easily done once you’ve joined our family,” responded Cthulhu, putting a hand on his shoulder, “though I’d never force you to accept. You may always leave here and forget about our little encounter and go on wondering what could’ve been.”


“Please don’t, I want that dick,” muttered Anmarie under her breath.


“Alright, I’ll do it.”


“Wonderful!” Cthulhu looked overjoyed as she pulled Tim towards the altar. He nearly dropped his wife’s urn as he was dragged over, once reaching the stairs up he placed her on the steps and looked up just in time to see Cthulhu’s massive Elder God cake jiggling as she walked up the steps.


“Enjoying yourself?” she teased, as she watched Tim’s cock pulse.


“Let’s just get this done,” replied Tim, a little flush in his cheeks as he ascended the stairs. He peered behind him to see the cult’s continual prostration. This entire pact was complete madness but he felt compelled to do it for Anna even the small chance of having his wife back was worth whatever he would do with this creature. He walked up the steps and finished taking off his clothes. He showed off his nicely muscled body, farm work had given him a lot of strength that he didn’t lose after moving to Arkham.


“Very nice,” commented Cthulhu as she squatted in front of Tim. Her huge ass smushing against her heels as she brought her head down to crotch level. She cupped Tim’s hairy sack and cooed, “Mmmnnnn, such a tasty little moral~”


Tim didn’t say much beyond leaning against the stone table for support as Cthulhu’s tentacles caressed and squeezed his member. They were all surprisingly soft, moving like tiny serpents as they started to stroke his cock, giving him a little tentacle-job as she moved his tip to her unseen oral orifice. There was a moment of true horror when Tim realize there was a very real chance Cthulhu had a beak like many squids but such a theory seemed to be debunked when he entered her mouth.


A soft and wet entrance pressed against his cock head before she moved the first few inches of his meat inside her mouth. There was nothing quite like it, the feelers alone were a lot more stimulating than a regular handjob but Cthulhu’s mouth felt like an orifice specially created to drain Tim’s balls. He was on the edge of orgasm, the many soft non–euclidean folds moulded to his size allowing him deep penetration while what felt like a doze tongue tickled his glands.


“Mmmnnggh~”


“Moan for me,” cooed Cthulhu, her voice ringing in Tim’s mind.


“How are you doing that—”


“Don’t worry about some simple telepathy, just enjoy using me—” Cthulhu’s voice paused as Tim leaned forward and grabbed her head, pushing his shaft deeper into her sloppy mouth–pussy.


“Ooooo, oh my! Such rough stud,” she continued, seemingly excited by Tim’s heavy movements.


“Take my load, squid bitch,” he groaned under his breath. Tim leaned against her body, pumping her formless depths as Cthulhu’s feelers wrapped around his legs and chest, teasing him as he started to burst. Months worth of cum shot out of his cock and filled Cthulhu’s throat with his hot genetic sludge.


He spent a moment panting, his grip on her skull tight as he pulled out and leaned against the altar. There was a moment of worry as Tim pulled out, he thought that his movements might’ve been too hard on the goddess. However, Cthulhu seemed thrilled by his performance, letting out sweet moans as she stood up, “Mmmmpph~ such a sweet man, giving mommy so much seed.”


“Are we done,” asked Tim.

“Were you ever done with Anna after she sucked out your precious seed.”


Tim shook his head, inhaling slightly as he asked, “Why me?”


“Beyond being my chosen people?”


“Yes beyond that,” replied Tim.


“You saw a sliver of my true form dear and unlike these mewling inferiors your mind didn’t bend or break,” Cthulhu’s feelers tickled Tim’s chest, “you are superior, fit to be a vessel for the Old Ones and our power.”


“And if I did break?”


“I’d probably let you run off with that urn but I’d be very disappointed~”


“Then shall we continue?”


“Yes, you can just lay down—”


“No, bend over,” ordered Tim, stern as he looked down at the Elder God. He rubbed his cock between her big eyes, “I will be doing most of the moving.”


“Oooooh, yes sir,” Cthulhu sprang up to her feet and quickly bent over the altar using her fat booty, which Tim immediately groped. His fingers sunk into her soft flesh like he was kneading dough and Cthulhu shivered, letting out more groans as she was spread wide open. Tim showed off her puffy green anal ring and drooling slit, dark green with slightly pinkish inner folds, crowded by a swollen clit.


“Such a lewd and whorish hole,” Tim pressed his cock against her anus, noticing the entrance spread slightly at his sudden teasing.


“Mmmmmnnn, so rough~”


“Such a slutty hole needs to be punished,” Tim pressed his cock head into Cthulhu’s anus, his meat was eagerly accepted, her rim spread wide open to perfectly accommodate Tim’s girth.


“Nnnhhh, b-but—”


“But nothing,” spat Tim as he sunk more of his cock into those antediluvian bowels, yet untouched by man. His breath heavy as he spat, “we can finish the consummation after I’ve punished your greedy asshole.”
 
“Hnnnyyynn, Yes! Churn up mother Cthulhu’s insides,” she gripped the stone slab, fingers sinking into the hard stone causing it to crack as Tim grabbed her hips. He had such firm hands, his fingers squishing her flesh.


“More like whorethulhu! You have such a loose asshole, how much cock have you taken?” Tim kept pounding, the sound of his nuts knocking against Cthulhu’s thighs reverberated throughout the shore, overpowering the crackling fires and crashing waves. Not a single sound in the world could drown out the sound of Tim breeding his elder–god–brood–bitch!


“It took Anna months to get used to me but your hole accepted my cock immediately!”


“Uhhhnngghhhuu! I love it,” cried Cthulhu, her eyes crossing as her bowels were crapped out by Tim’s tip.


Tim kept pace, increasing the speed of his thrusts as he felt Cthulhu squirt over his nuts, “you just wanted a hard fuck didn’t you? None of this ritual shit really matters, you just need to be pounded into the ground!”


“Haaarder, haaardder!” she sputtered and Tim had his answer.


The brutal anal continued and Tim felt his reservations melt away as his hips squished against those Elder-thing hips. Was he still doing it all for Anna or had he given into primal lust like the cultists prostrating at the temple of his consummation? Tim knew he should care but as he started to burst in Cthulhu’s asshole he knew it didn't matter, only finishing the consummation mattered and he’d do it this way.


Tim pulled his meat out mid orgasm, blasting several ropes over Cthulhu’s cellulite stuffed ass cheeks. His gaze narrowed as he watched her squirt a torrent of sticky juices over the stone floor. He gave Cthulhu’s ass a heavy smack and ordered, “lay down on the slab.”


“Ooohhhnnn, I’m still cu—”


“Now.”


Cthulhu quickly scrambled onto the cracked stone altar, her body weight causing the stone to shake as she laid down on her back; wings draping off the sides like cloth, and breasts sagging to the sides as she spread her legs, showing off her gaping anus and pussy. She was still mid orgasm, her clit twitching as she sputtered, “Is this gu-good?”


“Good enough,” Tim’s voice was a rough growl, his cock pulsing, swelling as he climbed onto the table. He hadn’t been this turned on since he fucked Anna after proposing.


Tim went down on Cthulhu’s muff teasing her clit with his tongue as he slipped two fingers inside her lips. He constantly teased the back of her swollen clit, edging her until she felt her juices spray against his hand. Her juices leaked down her taint and covered the stone but Tim wasn’t going to move until—


“Pweeease!” squealed Cthulhu as her legs trembled.


“Mmmmhmm, what was that?”


 “I need it now!” cried Cthulhu, “I’m an Elder God and I demand respect… and penetration without further begging!”

“Pathetic,” Tim grabbed Cthulhu’s hips as he started to insert, his voice a little smug as he said, “you didn’t even last as long as Anna.”


“Huuunnhh, meeanie!” she moaned as Tim started to pump her insides.


“But you enjoy the teasing and bleaching,” he replied, “you’re absolutely soaking from just a little teasing, you must’ve really needed me.”


“Uhh-huuuggh!”


Tim pushed his entire length inside Cthulhu and started to rut her insides. The feeling of that otherworldly slit was incredible, it felt like thousands of folds were all constantly shifting to draw him deeper into her depths. Each flex squeezing him tight like she was trying with all her power to milk out his seed this instant. Yet, Tim wouldn’t allow himself to be drained too quickly.


“Then why don’t you sit back and enjoy yourself!”


“Uuuhhhnnn—hhuuggghh!” Cthulhu let out a sloppy gurgle as Tim started to rut deep in her muff. His deep heavy pumps making wet churning sounds, she didn’t know how this white boy made her cum so effortlessly.


Tim reached up and grabbed hold of her fat nipples. He squeezed them in his hands, pulling on her breasts with each buck of his hips. They were so soft, yet stayed perky as Tim kept teasing, “Such lewd breasts!”


“Nyyhhoooo!”


Tim shoved his thumbs inside her nipples as he pulled, “you’re nothing more than a succubus, a cum starved little devil that needs dick to live!”


There was no reply, Cthulhu was simply groaning now, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by the crashing waves of pleasure. Tim kept up his thrusts nearing closer to orgasm. Despite Cthulhu’s state, she was still an Elder God and her pussy kept clamping down on Tim’s cock even tighter than his late wife. He couldn’t hold on for more than a couple minutes. The feeling of his swollen cock’s throbs was too much and he blasted, filling up the divine womb of Mother Cthulhu with his hot white seed.


“Holy hell~” Tim pulled out of Cthulhu’s pussy and collapsed backwards, resting on the slab. The consummation took a lot of energy but Tim felt his vigour return quickly, among other things.


Tim looked down as he stepped off the stone altar, noticing his cock had gained a monstrous virility.  His meat had swollen to incredible sizes, doubling in girth and thickness. From base to tip thick blue veins pulsed up the length to his fat pink tip, half covered by skin. The underside of his shaft thickened, pulsing before taping as it moved back to the base. His balls


“A little blessing for our favoured children~” Cthulhu’s gaping pussy throbbed as she let out a satisfied sigh. Tim’s thick load nearly leaked out of her lips but her muff immediately tightened, making sure not a single drop of seed was spilled, her voice sweet as she continued, “nothing in or outside the universe can resist your seed now and you should have more than enough to impregnate your new cult.”


“Feels like it,” muttered Tim, he grabbed the base of his member and felt a shiver run up his spine. He still felt rather sensitive but didn’t feel tired at all, in fact he felt a renewed need to breed.

“Now the pact is consummated~” cooed Cthulhu as she stood up off the altar and embraced Tim, her thighs smothered his cock as she continued, “the cult here is yours, expand, breed and bleach them in my name and soon Anna will be returned to you~”


“Thank you,” exhaled Tim.


“And in another ten years during the next alignment you’ll be expected to renew the pact and I expect you’ll have no trouble,” continued Cthulhu, feeling his cock twitch between her thighs.


“Not at all…” Tim paused, placing his hands on Cthulhu’s hips, “but I am not one to quit halfway, are you ready for round four~”


“Such a fiendish priest, making your goddess horny right after we finished.”Tim had a way of making her mortal body go crazy but she couldn’t stay for much longer, she sighed and said, “eventually we will continue but first, you’ve still got unfinished business with the hoard of needy negros that brought you to me~”


Tim looked over to the cult which were all still prostrating before the altar though a few members appeared to be playing with themselves beneath their robes. He turned back to face the Old God but when he did she was already gone. He looked at the cult, his cock still pulsating and said, “let’s get started.”


Amarie’s Grandmother Rosa was the first to disrobe, her body was aged but still kept it’s motherly proportions, ample hips and thigh thighs stuffed with cellulite; plump and jiggly. Her stomach was soft and pudgy, distending over her pubes. Her breasts sagged over her stomach and her innie nipples poked from their dark brown sheaths as she looked at Tim with lust in her eyes.


Anmarie’s body was very athletic, nearly the opposite of her grandmother, tight and perky with smooth curves. Her little C-cups were tipped by pointy dark brown nipples. The beginnings of muscle definition were showing up over her midsection, hips and thighs, leaving a gap between them. Her pussy was freshly shaved leaving hints of stubble, her clit swollen, and the inside of her thighs were coated sticky cunt honey; no doubt created while Tim was rutting her goddess.


 Anmaria was trembling with excitement as she asked, “I hope this pleases you ma—”


“On your knees, bitch,” ordered Tim as he pointed to the ground like he was ordering a pair of hounds, “same goes to you granny.”


“Yes master!” The pair fell to their knees and the crowd around them shivered as they looked up at Tim.


“The rest of your strip and join your sister slaves. They’ll most likely need help making me cum,” grunted Tim, he grabbed the base of his cock and lightly slapped the grandmother and daughter on their cheeks.


“Hnnngghh, so powerful!” cooed Rosa


“I’m gonna go insaaaane~”


“Are you stupid whores going to waste all day gawking at my cock or are you going to worship me properly?” asked Tim, he’d been unsure of all of this when it was explained but the blissful, sloppy looks on his in-laws’ faces was all the proof he needed. Everyone had their place in the cosmic order and he knew this for certain thanks to Anna.


“Oh sorry my god, I’m just a dumb old cow,” Rosa let out a sloppy groan as she kissed up Tim’s cock, continuing to mewl in between the kisses, “mmwwwaah, I’m old n’slow, no better than a sow, mwwwwaah, thu-thank you for letting me worship your glorious pillar.”


“Master, grandma is too old to properly carry your children,” mewled Anmarie as she licked up his cock, adding her ruby kisses to the opposite side of his cock.


“You’re just like your sister, a greedy little slut,” spat Grandma as she started polishing Tim’s nuts, planting big purple kiss marks over his divine white meat, “we both know Master’s seed can impregnate anything he wants~”


“How about the rest of you?” Tim addressed the crowd surrounding him, over a hundred cultists all wearing robes and masks, he could feel a sense of power rising in his voice as he continued, “why do you still have clothes on, there is still length worshipped.


Quickly the group descended on him like a swarm, surrounding Tim in ebony bodies. Their hair done up with bands of gold, big pouty lips painted a variety of shades and many tattooed in strange symbols Tim hadn’t seen but over half had a big white Q inside a heart somewhere on their body, and there were many different kinds of bodies. Bottom heavy women with small breasts, top heavy MILF with mammaries bigger than their heads, petite teets, thick BBWs and even men that were as soft and thick as the prior girls. The overstimulation was so much for Tim that he didn’t even stop to think about the innate societal taboos associated with breeding men, he just acted as the master they clearly needed.


“Good slaves,” he commented as they surrounded his cock. Seven men and women added to the kisses and rings his in-laws planted on his cock. After a moment the rest of his pale meat was covered in multiple kisses and rings, his meat a rainbow of their worship.


To Tim’s side they kissed and licked his feat, letting out such sweet moans as they panted, “Thank you master, does this please you master~”


“Not enough,” Tim looked at one femboy kissing his thigh. A rather muscled bitch boy, his nipples were ridges and cock hard, shooting out ropes of his worthless load as Tim ordered, “there are parts of my body that could use your lips.


A look of confusion was on the sissy boy’s face before his expression lit up, “Arrrf, right away my white god!”


“Good pets,” Tim gave him a pet on the head causing him to squirt out a rope of seed before he squatted behind tim and started making out with his tight anal rim. His thick lips smooched Tim without an ounce of hesitation, slobbering over his hole with glee. Tim could hear the boy snort as his tongue punches his insides, desperate to please his new god.


Then Tim’s bit his lower lip, his balls tensed and tightened as he blasted a disgustingly thick load of cum. His seed coated the faces and chests of three different cultists and spilled onto the floor in massive white globs. It was more like a thick cream and flowed like tar, spilling onto stone ground but it wasn’t wasted. The cultist’s that didn’t have any cum painting their faces went down on all fours and pressed their lips into Tim’s ghot cum sludge.


Anmarie was the first to start sucking up his genetic seed, exclaiming, “Mmmnn, thank you for the seed my god!”


“It is our pleasure to please you, massah~” Rosa’s expression was sloppy, her eyes big and lustful as she begged, “please use your filthy servants more!”


“Yes my god!”


“Let me huff your holy nuts!”


“Please let me lick your feet!”


Tim smiled as he heard the cries of his cult and he leaned against his servant’s face, who surprisingly managed to easily support Tim as he continued to tongue punch his master’s ass. Tim pointed at Anmarie, ordering, “you may start, then the one beneath me can join once you’re filled.”


“Hnnnggghh!” The cultist under Tim let out a sloppy groan as he leaked more cum, along with a dozen other males that Tim could see.


“Thank you my god, I’m so happy to finally be able to carry your superior seed.” Anmarie quickly stood up and pressed her ass down on Tim’s dick. Her pussy lips quickly stretched to impossible proportions to accept his holy white cock into her depths. Tim could see his meat create a huge bulge in her belly with a clear outline of his cock.


“Oh thank you~” Rosa squealed, kissing Anmarie’s cock bulged belly, “please knock up my stupid granddaughter, give me a white great grandson instead of another stupid fuck sleeve~”


“Hnnngggh, fucking hag,” grunted Anmarie as she started moving, bouncing her hips up and down Tim’s dick, “shut up and hhnnn–aaaahhgg, luh-let me milk and squeeze, massah’s white dick.”


Tim relaxed as his sister in-law was joined by another half a dozen fresh cultists. The group all surrounded him with big needy eyes. Breasts were pressed against his chest, lips kissed his cheeks, pecs, thighs and whatever other free parts of Tim’s body they could access. There was only so much surface space for each member to monopolize, but more space would become free once Tim was finished filling Anmarie.


“Hnnnnggh, look you dumb faggots, this is what a real load looks like!!” screamed Anmarie, looking at the group of sissies sucking Tim’s nuts. Her belly was inflated, filled until it looked like she’d pop and before Anmarie could say another word the Cult expertly switched.


The slave under Tim was quickly replaced and another pair of drooling lips was pressing against his anus. While the sissy happily threw his ass back down on Tim’s dick. Tim was more than ready to milk Tim’s dick, his massive boy butt smoothing Tim’s dick. He had never even romantically thought of a man before, but watching this sissy faggot bouncing on his dick felt as natural as filling up Anmarie.


So many tongues all devoted to draining Tim’s cosmic powered cock, the two massive loads he unleashed on the group and a third was quickly painting the bitch boi’s insides white. Yet, he didn’t feel tired or drained, his nuts still fat and full, not losing a single micrometre of size as he shot gallons of cum. The limp sissy fell forward off his cock and Rosa replaced him, pressing her huge GILF booty down on Tim’s powerful meat and he could tell it was going to be a long night.




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The coming months were increasingly strange for Tim. He had seen no need to return to Arkham to continue his medical research but did write to his family back in Massachusetts to let them know he was doing well, when the real answer was a lot more complex. He had literally bred and bleached an entire town of West Africans and only felt a little tired once the sun had risen; his virility well surpassed what an entire stable of studs was capable of, and it almost frightened Tim. All that was left of those kindly townsfolk was a pile of livestock, utterly addicted to worshipping their new god and worship they did.


A massive manor was built near the outside of town, not too far from the ritual ground entrance. During the construction Tim lived a very lavish life filled with daily love making with the locals that catered to all his needs. He would wake up in the morning to Anmarie sucking his cock and Rosa cooking him breakfast. While the rest of the day was deciding which locals’ many advances he’d accept. Would it be time to reward the sailors, maids, hunters, farmers or miners? There were even more villages in the outskirts and each wished to receive his divine seed.


Though, Tim felt like he couldn’t just give it away without some work on the part of the locals. They’d go down on all fours, spreading their holes panting like animals as they begged Tim for a few extra moments at his feet. Rosa mentioned that the simple mention of Tim’s presence was enough to make any of the townsfolk work double time and the men were even sloppier. Tim never thought he was gay, never felt attracted to another man but the towns’ men (if they could be called that at his point. Their faces were smooth and feminine with voices losing all the gruffness that might’ve been expected of African men and their feminization didn’t stop at just their features.


In body and soul the men of the town were women. Many, if not all of their cocks shrivelled into little nubs and most of them started to show signs of pregnancy after a couple weeks. Their bellies grew larger and their pecs swelled, becoming fat black udders that would leak through their shirts as they worked. When Tim inquired what might be happening, Rosa again explained. Their great god had blessed Tim with more than simple size and now no one; be them a barren woman or muscled manly man could resist the call of big white cock.


Strangely, such news didn’t really disturb Tim. He felt like at one point these changes wouldn’ve made him feel shame or disgust but he understood his place in the pyramid and so did they. He knew it would be cruel to deny his worshipers, his devoted slaves their divine purpose. Though, even as he laid in his new manor, catered to by a dozen hand picked maids and butlers all very willing to be his white baby factories, he felt cheated. Cthulhu had promised him his wife and he expected her to float down from the clouds in a ray of light or maybe emerge from the sea but something so pleasing to his modern sensibilities was not what Cthulhu had in mind.


On a strange night nine months later, when Tim just finished the breeding ritual he saw something by the rocks. One of his followers checked it out and presented him with a baby. A rosy cheeked infant with no discernable source considering the un-impregnated state of his current entourage. He’d assume the child was a kind of blessing from great Cthulhu and he would be almost right.


Nearly five years went by of Tim raising this sea spawned child, who he named Annabelle after his late wife. New white men were found by the cult’s daughters and sent out to settle new towns all along the coast. Though Cult matters mostly took care of themselves, what didn’t was his new child who grew at an alarming rate. At a few months old she could speak and read like a small child, walking and eventually running with impressive athletic ability. These days left Tim confused and more than a little concerned for his adoptive child. By age two she had looked like a ten year old and by age three she was fully fluent in both native and british tongues. A teenager at age four, with all the challenges which came with that age, and as she reached age five she reminded Tim of someone he lost so many years ago and he realized.


The girl didn’t just resemble Annabelle, it literally was Anna reborn. She was a young woman again, almost like she was plucked out of that time so many years ago and placed in front of Tim like nothing happened. There was a time he denied this fact, dismissing Annabelle’s glances and lewd looks to be the cult’s influence. She was a young lady that Tim viewed as his daughter despite the strangeness of her upbringing.


However, when she snuck into his bed on one dark night, she whispered something that only Anna would know. She leaned in close to his ear, her breasts pressing against his chest as she said, “I told you everything would be fine once you came here but I do feel a little jealous watching you take everyone but me~” When Tim heard this the truth became undeniable and he wouldn’t waste anymore time before finally breeding his lost bride.




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