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Lovecraft at First Sight - Commission (Tg)
🕑 Added 2024-06-01 16:00:16 +0000 UTCYardsaling was always interesting, to say the least, because I have seen quite the spread over the years. From old video games to brand-new exercise equipment, one could find anything they wanted but when the old hermit down the street died and his next of kin lay all his possessions on tables to be sold to random strangers, I had to take a look. I knew nothing about the old guy except that he rarely left the house if ever but I had heard the typical rumors that nosey neighbors like to spread ranging from him being a creep to him being some kind of cult worshipper which was just ludicrous, so I went to check the treasures he acquired over his lifetime.
Simply entering the property line gave me a strange sense of dread, as if something just wasn't correct. I even thought I saw a shadow run across the oculus window despite all the remaining family being at the yardale. I wasn't sure what the man was but what I was sure of was that he was definitely weird. Pickled animal jars took up an entire table across from an assortment of shapes made from dry stems that reminded me a bit of dream catchers. I dragged my eyes across the oddities in front of me when I saw a book. I was strangely drawn to it as if it was pulling me toward it. It beckoned me to own it and once I regained control, I was paying for the book. I shook my head to clear it and decided to go home to read my spoil.
I passed my roommate and friend, Howard, on the way to my room, giving him a curt nod and shuffling by, tome clutched in my arms. I hopped on my bed and opened the book to explore the secrets inside. I was overtaken by a strange desire to keep reading, the words indecipherable to me yet somehow I could hear them in my head. They etched their way into my brain as I continued to review the book, page by page until I reached the back cover within a few hours. The book snapped shut like a jaw and I felt exhausted before sleep took me.
I awoke in a strange, yellow world where dark stars hung in the sky. On the horizon, I saw a city of tall towers and black domes lit by two suns suspended in the sky above it. I followed the path toward the only sign of civilization in the distance, observing the strange flora and fauna around the mist-ridden lakes until I reached the gates. They opened without any input from me, allowing passage toward an intimidating palace adorned with the symbols from the book. Upon entering the mansion, I saw a pale woman sitting on a golden throne, wearing a scarlet split dress that matched her eyes. Long, black tentacles snaked from unknown sources but that only added to her appeal. She beckoned me with a long, gloved finger.
I walked towards her, awestruck, and kneeled before her without any thought. She rose from the chair and strutted towards me, swaying her hips. "My loyal subject," she said in a powerful soprano, "I thank you for choosing to spread my word." I was left speechless by her beauty, unable to comprehend what she said. "I shall give you the tools to continue my work in your reality," She spoke to me before plunging her hand into my chest and pulling out a foggy orb. I felt my very being in that orb as she examined it thoroughly. "You'll do quite nicely," she smiled as she started to suck from the orb, "I will consume your soul and remake you in my image". I fell forward in pleasure, experiencing the greatest orgasm I had ever had as she devoured my soul hungrily. She sucked the life from it, eating my essence as I lost myself in the pleasure. Bit by bit I fell away into her as the orb she held grew smaller and smaller. I felt pleasure and joy rush through my diminishing body until there was nothing left to feel. "Now go," she said before kissing me and sending me out of my dream.
I awoke with a start, sitting upright and drenched in sweat. I panted for air, trying to calm my heart from the unending ecstasy I just experienced. I heaved myself from my bed and stood, feeling refreshed before I caught a glimpse of someone in my room. I approached the corner and found the woman from my dream standing there, smiling a me as I smiled back. I went to touch her and she lifted her hand in sync until my fingers brushed glass. There was no other person in my room I found out as I felt the cold smoothness of the mirror on my fingertips, only me.
A quick glance down showed a cleavage window revealing two pale breasts, adorned with red jewelry and the same dress the woman was wearing. I felt the weight of my tentacles coming from beneath my dress. I wanted to resist, the shocking discovery of becoming another person was jarring, especially one of the opposite sex but thoughts flowed through my head, calming me. I had become her but not entirely, I was still me but... changed... less inhibited by anxiety and stress... more... free. It felt right being her but I knew I needed more to fulfill the role thrust upon me. I strode downstairs, heels strapped to my stocking-clad feet clicking on the linoleum until I saw him.
My best friend sat on the couch, alone, which broke my heart. I always wanted to protect him but now I could be much more. I sashayed over to him, making sure he turned his attention to me. He turned to see a beautiful woman in his living room and jumped when one of my stray tentacles revealed itself. He scrambled backward on the couch, fear in his eyes as I got closer. "Don't be afraid Howie," I said in a mix of the woman's soprano and my cadence. "J-John?" he stammered in surprise. "Please, call us Joanne," I smiled, gesturing to my bombshell body, "John doesn't really fit anymore." "What happened to you, and what do you mean 'us'?" He said, still shaken but slightly less so. "We-I found a tome at the hermit's yardsale and it gave me a vivid dream of the woman I am now." I said, calm as could be, "She saved me, Howie, she took a small man and empowered him with a piece of her, now I can spread her love to you," I whispered as I leaned in close. He opened it to reply but I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth, showing him how much I really loved him.
It took a few days for him to adjust but once he realized that the John he knew was still in there, he began to accept my new body. Soon I carried him to my bed with my goddess strength before giving him the best sex he'd ever had. We kissed passionately as one of my tentacles wrapped around his erect shaft, slowly tugging on it until it was firm and ready. I lifted my dress and lowered myself onto him gently, letting him fill me with himself. I started a rhythm, millennia of knowledge from the woman filled my head, telling me exactly how to pleasure a man. I kept it up until he convulsed wildly, shooting his seed deep into me. I watched as he quickly fell asleep, to which I lay beside him, tucking us in as I wrapped my arms and other appendages around the man I loved and swore to protect
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Picture by Sheya
