Tantrums & Consequences

by candymiasma

Summary:

(Inspired by the book I'm writing!) Cthulhu's very pregnant wife is ordered to stay in bed. She refuses and throws a very destructive tantrum. Consequences happen♡

Notes:

Hello, it's my birthday today so I decided to break my hiatus and post a smutfic inspired by the dark romance book I'm writing. The second chapter will be posted today or tomorrow when I get a chance, enjoy this short build-up for now♡

Chapter 1

You were miserable in every sense of the word. Your feet were swollen, your spine was aching, and your stomach was on the verge of bursting. Breathing deeply was uncomfortable and everything made you nauseous. All of your usual distractions had stopped being entertaining hours ago and now you were beginning to relapse back into old thoughts, old feelings, old desperations. Nothing could keep the physical misery at bay despite your best efforts and if you had to suffer another minute trapped alone without any healthy stimulation you were going to succumb to madness. 

 

Well…further than you already had.

 

With a grunt you throw the silk covers off and swing your legs over the side of the enormous bed. Damn thing was stupidly tall and it took you a few minutes of silently hyping yourself up before you scooted yourself off the edge and dropped to your feet. Leaving the bed was a Herculean task in itself but waddling across the room to the master bath was no easy feat either. And then there was the matter of actually getting ready…

 

You yanked an ivory-backed brush through your wild hair, brushed your teeth, and lost yourself in the monotonous routine of applying skincare and a light dusting of makeup. When you felt slightly more human based on your reflection you perused your enormous closet. How your Master (monster; wretched monster) had gotten his tentacles on all the exquisite finery was still a mystery to you but you weren’t complaining. You tugged on one of several gorgeous gowns that he had specifically tailored to your pregnant body and did a few lackluster twirls in the full-length mirror.

 

A princess (prisoner) in soft gossamer that hugged your every curve and fell to the floor in elegant waves of dark emerald, black, and gold.

 

You felt beautiful despite the circumstances and…despite everything it was still you. Despite your misadventures and struggles as the Great Dreamer’s bride you were still…

 

Yourself.

 

The inside of your skull started itching as you sighed and decided to finally get the hell out of there. You were exhausted when you managed to leave your bedchambers but you refused to stop. All that effort you had just put in was not going to waste, even though the further you walked down the hallway the more your bones ached in protest and the more your brain buzzed. By the time you entered the Great Hall your gray matter was practically vibrating in your skull. You had to take a break to lean against the dark, tapestry-covered wall. Your breaths were coming too fast and your heart was pounding in your chest.

 

“And just where are you off to, darling?”

 

His terrible, deep voice - deeper than the void - filled your head and drowned out every thought.

 

“I’m going for a walk,” you answered to the emptiness and squeezed your eyes shut. What was happening? This was far from the first time he had infiltrated your mind so why did it feel like the castle was spinning beneath your feet like a carousel? When you dared open your eyes everything was smearing and slurring at the edges.

 

“Absolutely not. Return to bed this instant.”

 

“I refuse to rot away in that bed for another minute. I’m losing my mind,” you explained and watched the walls and floors and pillars and paintings and impossible geometry of the castle melt; dripping like paint sloughing off a canvas. There were whispers rattling around in your brain now. Horrid, discombobulating whispers floating like wraiths confined to wander your skull. Absolutely everything was disorienting but you were determined to roam the halls or walk along the beach or just anything outside of that damn bedroom.

 

“Unfortunate. Back to bed - now.”

 

An invisible force tugged your waist in the direction from which you had come but you yanked out of its grip.

 

“Stop it, Cthulhu! You’re not even in this galaxy right now. Leave me alone!”

 

Despite the nausea clutching your throat in a vise and the madness doing its damnedest to keep you immobile, you glared straight ahead and continued on your way. Every mindless puppet servant-cultist entered your path in an attempt to stop you but you shoved and pushed past them until you were at the entrance. You flung open the massive doors with your own meager telekinesis. Instantly your senses were flooded with the salty air and cool breeze and warmth from the sun.

 

Instantly your mood lightened and you felt relief.

 

Your Elder God was wholly unconvinced.

 

“What in the cosmos are you even up to? You should be resting in bed or down in the grotto nesting. Instead you are risking your health and the health of our brood to run around like a petulant child having a tantrum.”

 

“You’re the petulant child not letting me have an ounce of freedom,” you grumbled as you made your way through the distorted gardens and towards the beach. Your irritation and anger towards your deity and circumstances was reaching a feverpitch and you dared someone to cross your path. “You keep a bird caged long enough and she will seek escape.”

 

Your entire body froze suddenly, rooted to the spot in the sand by a power you couldn’t see but could feel. Like hundreds of hands digging into your flesh and constricting your movements to the point you could barely breathe. You gasped for air with your eyes focused on the stormy horizon and cursed sun as the panic snaked up your spine.

 

Then his voice, directly in your ear.

 

“You are not a bird. You are my mate and you are carrying my progeny. You will do as I command or I will have you chained to an obelisk until you give birth. I will strip you bare and leave you confined to an altar, alone, until you give birth. Still determined to defy me?”

 

“Please,” you whispered, unsure what you were even asking for. Your palms pressed to your belly. The heartbeats of your children pulsed faintly beneath your skin; you could barely feel them from the tremors threatening to buckle your knees. You were trembling. You were trying not to fall apart like a pupper without strings as his oppressive presence consumed you.

 

For what felt like a tortured eternity you could just stay frozen as the Elder God’s grip rendered you immobile. Telltale tears of blood trickled from your eyes and slipped down your cheeks while the telepathic strain agonizingly ripped your synapses apart. He was intimidating you; forcing you to submit even though the prospect made your stomach heave. The invisible tendrils squeezed your neck so tightly you choked on your breath and felt your fingers shoot numb. Stars dotted your vision as your heart and lungs struggled for air -

 

All at once you were released and you gasped like you had just survived drowning.

 

You sucked in several greedy breaths, afraid he would snatch you up again.

 

As you dabbed at the blood on your cheeks with shaking hands you felt a single invisible tentacle trail up your quivering belly, between your heaving breasts, and then wrap itself possessively around your throat.

 

“Go enjoy your little walk then, precious. You’ll be watched. You’ll be escorted if I deem it necessary. And upon my return I shall deal with you properly myself.”

 

His eldritch presence vanished, your unholy connection severed. You glanced down at your blood-stained hands as all the pent up rage and fury and irritation threatened to explode from your body. 

 

Bastard.

 

Eventually you were able to drag your feet from the spot and continue down the path to the beach. When you reached the shoreline you sank your bare feet into the warm sand and stared out at the calm, dark waters of R’lyeh. Deep Ones and their hybrid children were lounging in the shallows and conversing atop the more comfortable crags of rock and long-fallen palace debris. You tried to ignore the stares tossed over scaled shoulders and through dark curtains of hair - his all-seeing eyes.

 

Lingering echoes of madness rang in your ears and you did your best to ignore them but everything was a catastrophic mess within your head. You absentmindedly stroked your stomach as your mind wandered as far from your circumstances as possible. What were you meant to think, to feel, to do? The potent venom of anger and fear simmered hot in the veins of your body. Worse than the anger and terror were the intense feelings of helplessness. 

 

You were trapped.

 

There was no escape for you.

 

Deep Ones continued to carefully watch you from the broken monuments dotting the surrounding seascape and from where they floated like rotted driftwood amongst the waves. You knew they gossiped about you in their awful, guttural tongue but you were too preoccupied to care, especially since they were just spying for your insufferable husband. It was the culmination of everything that caused you to keep your expression blank despite the emotions threatening to rip you apart and the tears pricking your eyes. Your thoughts raced and your full belly pulsed beneath your palms as you stared out at the dark waves and even darker horizon. 

 

And you vowed to lash out however you could.

Chapter 2: Chapter Two♡

Two weeks passed in a whirlwind of destruction as you used what meager powers you possessed to wreak as much havoc as was physically possible. The castle Cthulhu tried to keep you locked within was the obvious first target. You took delight in breaking and smashing everything within reach with your hands and telekinesis until the cult servants were scrambling to repair the damage at all hours of the day and night. It was so satisfying watching his archaic palace crumble, even though he snatched up your mind in a vise and hissed every threat imaginable the second he sensed you destroying something.

 

But it still wasn’t enough to call him back. 

 

Untold texts in the ancient library and numerous eldritch artifacts were torn asunder by your tantrum; priceless things reduced to tatters just because you were pissed. Obelisks and spires and monuments strewn about the impossibly built island dropped to rubble and ash. The very streets of R’lyeh ripped apart and smoking at your rage. Throughout all of your hand-wrought chaos the eldritch citizens were forced to writhe in the mire of your fury as they struggled to pick up the pieces.

 

You didn’t care.

 

Your every move was being monitored through their dark, fish-like eyes anyway so you relished in it; delighted in the fact that your fits were being beamed directly into your captor-husband’s brain. After awhile he ceased all semblance of communication. Once all of his very visceral threats stopped you were satisfied. Mildly, at least. 

 

By week three you were just tired, emotionally and physically. The darkest depths of loneliness were twisting your heart and mind up in unbearable knots and your pregnancy was weighing you down heavier than it ever had before. After attempting to distract yourself by aimlessly wandering the castle grounds you found yourself venturing down into the vast underground cave where Cthulhu had dreamt for aeons. It was quiet save for the ocean currents above and the various streams running down the rock walls to gather in numerous luminous ponds. Soft moss grew along the giant walls and floor, laced with pale blue-green bioluminescent algae. Odd flowers and leafy plants sprang up through the moss and through the cracks in the rock and even hung in long strands from the miles-high ceiling. 

 

It was…beautiful.

 

Otherworldly. 

 

A sense of calm and relief settled into your veins in the oasis beneath R’lyeh and you sat amongst the flora and water for hours just thinking. Your cursed husband was still silent in your head and it was unclear when or if he would ever return. A fleeting hope that maybe he had abandoned you and left you to rot skated through your thoughts but you knew, deep down, it was stupid to dream. There were still unbreakable chains binding the pair of you together, making you his prisoner. You knew he would come back. 

 

He always would.

 

You were drawn back to the cave again a few days later but this time, you felt the need to bring a blanket with you for some inexplicable reason. After you spread it neatly on a soft patch of moss you sat in the center and quietly observed the strange, ethereal space. You felt calm there; you felt safe. And so for the remainder of the week you returned to that exact spot always with blankets and pillows and anything else you could find in the castle that offered you a modicum of comfort. Eventually your little nest was a sanctuary you sought every moment and refused to leave. 

 

You couldn’t explain the powerful threads pulling you to gather and prepare and seek respite but it kept you from going completely mad.

 

You wanted to feel like you were home. 

 

As much as any place could feel like home anymore.

 

It was the fourth week since your cursed husband had absconded that the energy in R’lyeh suddenly shifted. You watched it - something different about the very air itself - while you had been resting in your makeshift nest trying to draw in your sketchbook. The shift was so noticeable and alarming that you managed to haul yourself up out of the blankets to peer into the darkness, your hands protectively covering your stomach. As much as you wanted to remain alone in your little haven you knew you would have to venture above-water to see if there was a threat. Not that you would be surprised; Cthulhu wasn’t above having enemies from every far reach of the cosmos and untold dimensions and if they knew that he was still missing from his kingdom -

 

Your throat was crushed in a vise and you were lifted up from the moss as every trace of air was squeezed from your lungs. Instantly your body was flooded with terror and you couldn’t even comprehend what was happening. One second you were staring into the cave and the next you were clawing at the cold, rubbery flesh twisted tight around your neck killing you. Futilely you thrashed and fought and tried to scream for some hope of rescue. The seconds seemed to stretch into an eternity as you choked and tried to ignore the darkness encroaching the edges of your vision. Finally the last vestiges of air left your body as you went totally numb and limp.

 

You were dying.

 

Your babies were dying.

 

You were released and you crumpled to the ground in a gasping, wheezing heap. Your ears were ringing and chest heaving and you couldn’t help but to clutch your belly out of panic. Every ragged intake of air hurt and had blood thundering through your veins. It was too difficult to see through the tears pricking your eyes. You were vaguely aware of footsteps approaching and just as you tried to stand a set of fingers dug into your chin and forced your head back. 

 

“Hello darling,” Cthulhu greeted you, voice a low and gravely snarl. You glared up at him as every fiery ounce of rage you had been fighting against throughout the last month exploded back to the surface. “Did you miss me? I heard that you’ve been quite busy in my absence. Care to explain yourself?”

 

“You left me alone for four weeks!” you screamed and slapped his hand away from your face, his nails leaving superficial cuts on your skin. You finally managed to stand on shaky legs. Even at your full height he still towered over you like a veritable giant. 

 

“Is this situation an amusing joke to you?” he demanded and stalked closer, forcing you to take a few steps back. Not once did your eyes waver from the other. “You refused to obey strict orders - orders I gave for your and our brood’s protection - just so you could traipse around with no regard to any cosmic threats and throw tantrums like a petulant child!”

 

“I told you I was going mad! I-!”

 

“You were told to rest and focus on growing our children.”

 

“I was losing my mind!”

 

“You could have lost your life!” Cthulhu bellowed, reality bending and distorting around the pair of you as his voice erupted from every molecule. You clutched your swollen belly and swallowed down a terrified scream. It took every ounce of your mental and physical strength to continue standing and glowering up at his eldritch form. “I have half a mind to rip our children from your belly and lock you away until you learn your lesson. Keep you alive but trapped without company, light, warmth, or a single worldly comfort-”

 

“Just kill me then!” you screeched before he could utter another word of bullshit. “Put us both out of our misery!”

 

You were unable to control your anger anymore. Every fiber of your being vibrated with uncontrollable rage and all you wanted was to lunge at his simulacrum of a human form and rip him into bloody ribbons. Just as the hateful, vitriolic infectants formed on your tongue and you took a step forward you were restrained around your neck again as tentacles snatched up your wrists and ankles. 

 

Cthulhu glared down his nose at you with cold, calm fury burning in his luminous verdant eyes. It actually terrified you; very rarely had you witnessed his quiet, restrained rage and when you had it was always before a cataclysmic event. An involuntary shudder wracked your body and twisted your guts up in anxious knots. 

 

The tentacles dragged you to your knees and yanked your head back so you were forced to look into his awful, beautiful face. Cheekbones carved from marble, full lips and cheeks scarred with four pale, tendril shared marks. Black hair choppy and loose and flowing around his shoulders like a shroud underwater, braids threaded through with eldritch runes. 

 

You hated how much your heart raced.

 

“You are my vessel, my wife, my other half. You will never escape me - not even through death.”

 

His pledge, spoken with icy sincerity and in such a deathly quiet tone, chilled you to your core. Somehow the air seemed to grow colder as his gaze hardened. Then he gave a frustrated snarl like a beast and turned on his heel, leaving without another word. You watched, stunned, as he disappeared into the darkness until even his footsteps faded to silence. You were abandoned…again. You collapsed fully against the moss and your blankets, the tentacles giving you enough slack to grab onto the vegetation and try not to scream. You didn’t understand what was happening and once again you were falling deep into the mire of madness. 

 

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Time passed.

 

You couldn’t tell how long.

 

Your thoughts and heart were racing as you remained captive and alone with only the gentle and sporadic twitching of your children against your belly to remind you of your predicament. You couldn’t believe that your bastard tormentor returned just to reprimand you and leave again in a fit of anger. It was almost laughable, really. All you had wanted was to retaliate for being abandoned - to infuriate him just like he infuriated you constantly. You had gotten your wish. But where was your attention? Why hadn’t he given you more? He had the audacity to leave for a month and then he came back just to torture and ignore his pregnant wife again?!

 

You hated him.

 

And you felt truly insane.

 

“Finally managed to clean up some of your mess,” Cthulhu’s deep voice echoed in your head, making you nearly leap out of your skin. “I wasn’t aware that you were so angry in my absence. You must have missed me so deeply to behave in such an immature manner. Poor thing.”

 

Sarcasm dripped like toxic honey from his condescending tone and you had to clamp down on your own tongue to stifle an enraged scream.

 

Reality distorted like oil paint mixing on a canvas and an untold number of tortured voices whispered ancient curses you couldn’t understand. With the blurring and twisting of reality your husband returned in all of his human splendor. His black hair was still free and billowing around his broad shoulders as if floating in invisible waters. A dark viridian button-down covered his bulky, muscular torso and arms while a pair of inky black trousers completed his outfit. No eldritch, rune-covered ceremonial robes today, no horrific sigils painted across his pale skin. He was just as devastatingly handsome as ever and the undeniable attraction you felt towards him made you despise him even more.

 

You let out an involuntary whimper as he approached and you pulled against the tentacles despite the futility. Your heart hammered erratically in your chest as your infernal god-husband stalked towards you from the darkness. He was a horrific vision even in his human form but gods he was beautiful, even if his omnipotent terror drove you delirious. 

 

“My sweet, precious, infuriating bride,” Cthulhu greeted you with a dangerous grit to his voice. You were desperate for attention but his condescending words and tone made the hatred roar back to life in your chest. So you made up your mind to refuse to acknowledge him and glared at an invisible point on the ground instead. As he stalked around you like a predator circling its prey you clenched your jaw so tight you thought your teeth would crumble.

 

You refused to acknowledge him. 

 

“Really, darling? You have the audacity to ignore me? After all of your childish tantrums and ridiculous outbursts? Tsk tsk…for shame, dearest.”

 

All you could think was how much you despised the monster that had ruined your perfectly normal life, and how badly you wanted to beat and flay and eviscerate him into perfectly dead little chunks. You finally fixed your eyes on him with a pointed glare and opened your mouth to spew something vitriolic when his large hand grabbed your face and crushed your cheeks in the process.

 

“Best to refrain from expressing that particular sentiment aloud,” he hissed, his unnaturally bright emerald eyes narrowing in discontent. “You’ve grown quite bratty in my absence, I see. Have you forgotten your place? Do I need to remind you?”

 

“Remind me?! How could I forget anything when your wretched presence is in my head all the fucking time?” you snarled and thrashed against his hold despite the futility. An amused cackle escaped him and he smiled as he delicately stroked your red cheeks, taunting you.

 

“Don’t curse dear, it’s unbecoming of a queen,” he murmured before gently squeezing your cheeks again and pulling away. “And I am not constantly spying on your thoughts, but considering how hellbent you are on placing yourself and my children in danger perhaps I will. I shall make a temple in that frustrating little head of yours if I must.”

 

“I told you I was going mad being trapped in that stupid bedroom, in this stupid castle, in this stupid fucking city that doesn’t even make sense!” you shouted up at him. All of your restraint and any sense of decorum you possessed before that point had vanished like ether in the warm air. Your heart had crawled up into your throat and you were shaking from the overwhelming fury, irritation, hatred, and every other emotion that had been boiling in your breast since he had left.

 

Cthulhu laughed and curled his fingers into the wild waves at the back of your head before yanking your face to his abdomen. 

 

“And I told you to stay. In. Bed.”

 

Each growled word was emphasized by him shoving your face further and rougher into his lower stomach. You gritted your teeth and squeezed your hands into tight fists with each push, seething. The bulge in his trousers was unmistakable, especially as it grew thicker against your chin and throat.

 

You had to ignore it.

 

Had to ignore the heat blooming like eldritch daisies between your thighs and the desire winding up your spine like a lazy serpent.

 

You hadn’t missed him.

 

Definitely hadn’t craved his voice and touch and company like a crazed, starved woman.

 

“When will you finally start to obey me? All I’ve ever wanted was what’s best for you,” he asked, voice a manipulative purr as his talons loosened in your hair enough to tenderly stroke your scalp. You hated when he talked like that - like he had any inkling what was best for a mortal human female when he was an ancient Elder God from another dimension. Like he knew at all what you - 

 

He did know what was best for you.

 

He always had and always would.

 

A god protecting his beloved vessel and bride - 

 

“Get out of my head, Cthulhu!” you demanded, rearing back and glowering up at his smug, beautiful face as the mental tendrils burrowed their way into your brain. You were crumbling like so much sand in the controlling hands of madness. You wanted to remain strong and obstinate. You wanted to continue defying him with every furious fiber of your being but it felt so impossible - 

 

“You have proven time and time again that I cannot trust you, my sweet. Only a trustworthy bride may keep her thoughts private. But perhaps you could earn my trust back.”

 

He nudged your face with his abdomen and held you there for a moment so you were forced to acknowledge his monstrous bulge. You were stunned and fuming but you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted to give everything all up and submit.

 

“Will you obey me, darling?”

 

The mental tendrils infiltrating your gray matter and the tentacles still holding you hostage forced you to nod.

 

“Good girl. Suck me off, then. Make me cum; make me anoint you like the perfect little lamb you are.”

 

 Slowly he unzipped his trousers and freed his cock, gripping the vein-laced flesh in his hand as he traced your lips with the soft, slick tip. He smeared his pre across your mouth and chin, a sign of possessive dominance. The calculated degradation made an inferno burn in the pit of your stomach and your clit to throb to the same rhythm as your heartbeat. Finally you parted your lips and he fed you his cock inch by steady inch.

 

“Swallow me down, darling. Show me how much you missed me; how much you longed for my cum to decorate your flesh like pearls.”

 

Cthulhu’s voice was a low, deep growl threaded with eldritch whispers that spouted nothing but distorted madness. His hands cradled your head while his tentacles continued to squeeze your aching limbs and keep you immobile. The flames eating your body from the inside out were unbearable but, to your horror, you were happy to be used as his prized consort. You were just a weak, pathetic human at the mercy of an all-powerful eldritch god. You were a toy for him to use and abuse and as awful as it sounded you craved it, needed it. A dark, twisted desire festered within you for this sort of life.

 

When he was gone you had missed him with such agony it became physical and something you could never admit. 

 

Ever.

 

But I already know, darling. 

 

He shoved his giant cock down your throat to emphasize that point and you gagged, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks. The taste of salt and the scent of sandalwood flooded your senses while the humiliation nearly burnt you to ash. Why would you even bother thinking in the first place when he could just read every thought like a deranged open book?

 

A low, painfully sexy moan fell from his scarred lips as he fucked your mouth. It pulled you from your fucked up, spiraling thoughts and made you focus again. Every slide of his thick member down your throat made you gag and shiver but he stuffed the retches and shudders back down into your poor esophagus. It didn’t take long until tears and spit were dripping down your face in disgusting rivers.

 

Aching pain flared in your knees and the length of your spine and the muscles of your jaw the longer you had to be used, had to accommodate his girth.

 

 “That’s my darling wife. So obedient when you’re stuffed full of my cock. Just a perfect, wet hole for me to fuck,” he snarled the last sentence and smashed your face into his pubic bone, choking every bit of air from your lungs and making you seize from panic. You couldn’t breathe and his dick was so far down your throat it felt like he was puncturing your heart. 

 

“Oh gods I’ve missed you.”

 

Cthulhu pulled his dick from your mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and smirked down at your debauched expression. You watched through watery, half-lidded eyes as he used one ring-laden hand and ink black tentacle to jerk himself to completion. Molten ropes of cum splattered along your forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. The final spurt splashed your aching throat and oozed downwards to your breasts like a savage, filthy necklace.

 

You hated it.

 

But the degradation made your clit ache so badly. 

 

“This is how you should stay, angel. On your knees, fat with my progeny, dressed in the finest ‘pearls’ and begging me to fill you up even more,” the eldritch god mused, grinning down at you like a predator taunting his trapped and defenseless prey. His black hair fell across one of his smoldering emerald eyes and his smug, condescending smile was enough to send you careening back into the depths of insanity. He was punishing you with humiliation and torture and you couldn’t fight against it.

 

Did you even want to fight against this whole nightmare, against him anymore?

 

You barely registered when his tentacles finally released you and you could finally move and feel your arms again. Cthulhu hummed contentedly as you shuddered and stared at the cavern floor, trying to catch your breath as his thick fingers affectionately carded through your hair. It was like you were nothing more than a…pet. Your heart was threatening to punch its way out of your chest and his cum was cooling and sticking to your flushed skin. He didn’t offer you anything to wipe yourself clean with so you stood on shaky legs and, fighting back tears, lifted up the hem of your dress to clean his copious amounts of spend off your face and breasts.

 

“Look at you, darling,” Cthulhu murmured, his voice a velvet-wrapped blade in the quiet cave. His fingers curled under your chin and tipped it up so you were forced to look him in the eye. “So eager to serve your husband even after all your pouting and tantrums. You’ve never been more precious or pathetic.”

 

Your fingers trembled from rage and frustration.

 

“I hate you. I hate you so much.”

 

He tilted his head, venomous green eyes gleaming in the gloom of the cave. 

 

“Do you, sweetest? Do you really?”

 

He stepped closer until his presence eclipsed everything else. Your jaw trembled as you leaned your head back all the way to glare into his face. That horrible, predatory grin splits his face open again and you shiver. Too wide, too many teeth, too terrifying.

 

“Go on then. Leave. Back to the castle with you. Waddle away.”

 

The fury and hatred roared back to life within your fucked-up little heart as you pushed past him. You had to ignore the whispers in your ears begging you to crawl back to your eldritch god and the terrible magnetism that kept the pair of you locked in toxic orbit. At first you thought you were safe as you walked further and further into the darkness but you felt it; a thick, glistening tentacle curling around your swollen ankle and yanking you off balance. You kicked at it with a shriek caught in your throat, trying to free yourself, but it just thread higher and higher up your leg like a vine up a trellis. Another one suddenly snatched up your wrist and then another, and another until you were tangled up and dragged right back to where you had been. 

 

“My brave, stupid little bride,” Cthulhu murmured as he lovingly stroked your still-sticky cheek with his knuckle. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until you’ve fully made amends.”

 

“Amends?” you asked in a choked whisper. 

 

You watched as he flicked his wrist and an invisible force shredded your gown to opulent ribbons. It pooled at your feet in a dusky rose puddle, and you frowned at the waste of gorgeous fabric. Your sadness was short-lived when you realized the curve of your heavy belly and full, aching breasts were now exposed. Your arms instinctively flew up to cover your chest as Cthulhu stared at you like the starving god he was. An appreciative hum rumbled in his throat as he stalked closer, the air vibrating with his barely restrained appetite. 

 

“My ripe little breeder,” he murmured, fingers gently stroking your stomach. His fingertips were calloused and gentle as he traced the swell of your belly. “So radiant even in your defiance. So plump with my offspring. You look like a divine sacrifice, darling.”

 

“Don’t,” you choked as hot tears pricked behind your eyes. You stared up at him, arms still trembling around your chest, torn between need and hatred and love and fear. You inflicted him with your best placating doe-eyes even though it had never granted you mercy before. “I-I can’t. Please, I’m too full. I’m about to pop. I can’t-”

 

“Oh precious, you absolutely can,” he interrupted before you could continue pleading, his tone unbearably condescending. “And you will. Because you know what happens to disobedient little wives who try to burn down my palace in a childish fit, don’t you?”

 

Your mouth opened but sound refused to come out before he flicked his wrist and again and his tentacles seized you up for the umpteenth time. They dragged you back down to your aching knees, wrapping tight around your arms to splay them against the moss. Humiliation flooded your cheeks as they circled your hips and lifted them up in an act of submission. You knew the futility but you couldn’t help but struggle anyway. 

 

“Your defiance is so tiresome, sweetness,” Cthulhu sighed as he walked past you, fingers raking through your hair and yanking your head back in a snap just to prove a point. “I leave for a month to prevent the extinction of your species and collapse of your reality, and you repay me with petty sabotage. You should be grateful I’m in a forgiving mood.”

 

Your heart shuttered in your heaving chest when he pressed his hips against your ass and dug his nails into the soft flesh of your hips. Panic and desire flared through your veins, thrumming with a horrible combination of shame and mortified need. The thick, hot weight of his cock nudged between your trembling thighs as the terror and craving twisted up inside you.

 

You were dizzy from dread and anticipation.

 

“Cthulhu, please! I can’t! I’m too big, too-”

 

“Stop begging for mercy that will never come,” he whispered against your ear, draped along your back as his fingers flexed on your hips. His voice was a deep purr of wicked delight. “You are my perfect, plush little vessel, yes? You were made for this.”

 

His hand slid under your belly and pushed against the taut flesh. Your unborn children writhed against your insides as if sensing their father’s presence and agreeing with him. You shuddered and blinked away tears, shaking from the horror of it all. 

 

“You were built for this, my petulant little bride. Look at you; so swollen you can barely walk and yet you tore my kingdom asunder. Do you know how many civilizations would weep to witness you like this? How many pantheons of gods would fall to their knees at the sight of you right now? My sweet, sacred queen. My perfect vessel - all mine.”

 

His fingers dug even deeper into your lovehandles and you felt it; the hard and heavy weight of him dragging slowly up your folds to your ass and back down again. There was no way you could take him. You already felt like you were close to bursting with your children. There was no possible way your body could accommodate his massive cock -  

 

“Ahh, fuck!” you wailed as he pushed himself inside one slow inch at a time. He was so stupidly thick and long it felt like your insides were being shoved aside to make room for him. A sob tore from your throat as he pressed deeper and deeper until he was fully seated within you and his fat balls were flush with your plush ass. Your body stretched around him, slick and hot and impossibly tight, every single one of your nerve endings alight with pleasure and unbearable tension. 

 

“Gods, you just cling to me,” Cthulhu rasped, his voice rumbling through his scarred chest. He bent his head to your shoulder and dotted your flushed skin with messy, desperate kisses. His tentacles gripped your thighs and arms like snakes determined to subdue their prey. “Even now when you’re full to bursting you wrap me in a vise. You can’t even help it.”

 

You struggled, feeble and futile and full, against his ironclad grip on your hips and the tentacles binding your limbs. Slowly he pulled halfway out and then drove in hard enough to make you gasp. Each forceful thrust afterwards punched the air from your lungs over and over again. 

 

A pathetic little beg tumbled from your lips, drool following it. You didn’t even know what you said, you just knew that you couldn’t handle this and wanted mercy.

 

“I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, darling. You’ve grown so bratty and complacent in my absence," he murmured, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so you were forced to stare up into the spiraling black abyss above. A reflective surface revealed itself; something cosmic and unexplainable that he conjured. It rippled like the surface of water but you could see everything. Your flushed, tear-stained face. Cthulhu’s human form looming behind you and wreathed in tendrils. And the obscene bulge in your pregnant belly shifting with each of his thrusts. 

 

“Watch,” he ordered, voice echoing from every surface and every particle of oxygen. “Look at what you are. My wife. My breeder. My perfect little whore.”

 

When you tried to squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away, the tentacle around your throat tightened until you were choking. His soft, rumbling laugh vibrated against your back as he yanked your hair again and sank his teeth into your neck. 

 

“Keep your eyes open and watch.”

 

He set a punishing rhythm, hips slamming against your fat ass. Every movement jostled your swollen belly and you couldn’t help the raw, broken moans that poured from your throat like water. His cock slid against every sensitive nerve inside your tender body and his hands stayed fisted in your hair and gripped to your waist. The tentacles remained around your neck and thighs and arms and you hated how helpless you were. Trapped like a moth in an inescapable web, waiting for consumption.

 

And yet…that horrible dark part of you loved it.

 

“You’re drooling,” Cthulhu suddenly observed. Clinical. Detached. Smug. His pace never slowed even as he mocked you. “You like this, darling. Being ruined like the pathetic little vessel you are.”

 

“Fuck you!” you sobbed. “I hate you, I hate you-”

 

“Oh, but your cunt doesn’t hate me,” he interrupted, voice like silk. The hand on your waist finally trailed upwards to close around your heavy breast, thumb circling your taut nipple. Slow, maddening, perfect. “Your cunt is starving for me. You’ve been aching for this the entire time I’ve been away, haven’t you?”

 

You frantically shook your head. Still you fought against your warring feelings and the pleasure that was burning your body like an inferno. But he pinched and twisted your nipple hard enough to make you scream, and you felt milk spill over his fingers. A shuddering, reverent sigh escaped him.

 

“Perfect. My perfect bride.”

 

Before you could react he grabbed your waist and spun you without an ounce of effort. Still impaled on his massive cock, still tangled in his tendrils, and then he slammed you flat on your back in the moss. He loomed over you, inexorable and terrible, and you hated how gorgeous his human visage was. A horrible grin crossed his scarred lips as he leaned forward. His mouth sealed over your breast and he suckled - hard. The suction and release of pressure in your aching breast sent heat straight between your legs. He drank from you with moans in his throat and all you could do was groan and wail as your walls clenched around his length.     

 

“Cthulhu - no, please! You’re killing me-”

 

He lifted his handsome, fake human head, lips wet with your milk, and smiled. 

 

“Beg me properly,” he purred and flicked your nipple with his tongue. “Beg your husband not to breed you again.”

 

Your voice was a fragile, broken thing.

 

“D-don’t, please! Don’t cum in me. I-I’m too full, I can’t!”

 

He thrust deeper and harder and faster. He kept grinding against the place that made you scream and see stars. Whole supernovas bloomed behind your eyes as his cock sent rippling waves of pleasure through every shaking part of your body. 

 

“Then tell me you love me.”

 

You stammered and tried in vain to wriggle out of his grip.

 

“Say it!” he snarled, his composure fracturing. “Say you love me!”

 

“I-I hate you!”

 

Another savage series of thrusts and bites along your throat and breasts followed your shout. You sobbed and gasped and squirmed and begged for mercy.

 

“Try again.”

 

Tears streamed down your cheeks. Your heart was a tangled mess and your mind was strangled by his control. Your body was wet and hurting and burning with ecstasy and you couldn’t gather up the strength to fight anymore.

 

“I love you,” you choked as he fucked you harder, faster, meaner. “I hate you - I love you! I-I can’t, oh gods!”

 

“That’s better,” Cthulhu growled and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. You moaned shamelessly into his mouth as the beginnings of your orgasm tingled up your spine. His tentacles flexed around your throat, thighs, and wrists like he was fighting not to cum yet. He squeezed your breasts until milk ran white over his knuckles and stained your skin. He didn’t stop, he didn’t slow. He fucked you like he was claiming you for the first time all over again, everys troke and thrust of his thick cock staking dominion over your womb, your mind, your soul. One of his tentacles slithered between your slapping hips and latched onto your clit. It squirmed and rubbed until you finally shattered.

 

When you came it was violent and humiliating but so satisfying. Now that you submitted completely to him once again. Your entire body spasmed and a broken scream got caught in your throat. Milky fluid gushed down your thighs and soaked your ass and the moss beneath you. You stared, dazed and aching and trembling into Cthulhu’s maddening eyes as he followed me over the edge. Thick heat spilled deep inside of you, stuffing you even fuller and oozing out from where your bodies were joined. He didn’t release your wrists or legs or even withdraw - he stayed buried to the hilt, panting raggedly against your neck. 

 

“You’re mine, little star. Little dreamer. My little vessel. Say it.”

 

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and weak.

 

Finally he pulled out and your combined fluids rushed out of you in a warm, sticky flood. His tentacles released you and took turns gently petting your tangled hair and lovingly caressing your belly. He collapsed beside you and pulled you close to his sweaty body. One massive hand possessively covered your stomach and all of your children twitched within like they were reacting to his presence. 

 

“You’re so precious, my little breeder,” he murmured and nuzzled your cheek. “Perhaps next time you’ll remember your place and your orders without such tiresome theatrics.”

 

You lay there, staring up into the abyss and glowing blossoms and the reflective surface still showing every shameful bit of your submission. You hated the warmth that bloomed hot in your chest. You hated the way you melted and into his hold and whimpered for more affection. You hated that you loved him and never wanted him to leave again. 

 

But…you didn’t pull away. 

    

 

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed this absolute mess of a fic. I am writing a dark romance/erotic horror book about Cthulhu that I might post on here as I write it. Idk if any of you would be interested in reading that but let me know! Take care and thank you again for reading♡