lustbound cthulhu
The pentagon pulsates like a living entity
the crimson stains that mark it upon the barren earth
ooze up with litre upon litre of thickish sticky plasma
as gradually forms begin to arise there
firstly indistinct like a gelatinous mass
then gathering enough substance unto itself
beginning to undulate in a steady morbid motion
From amongst a sickening contortment of misshapen writhings
discernible features slither
a skeletal hand appears with translucent muscles
drags itself with immense straining exertions
to flop from amidst this hellish broth of dankness
steadily more is draggingly revealed
until a humanoid shape stands weakly in red gel relief
Beneath a partially moonlit night of ashen overtones
the transparent malformed skin continues to shift
of its own repositioning reasoning
repeatedly separating then remerging
vile raven ichor belching down all about it
burning the atmosphere surrounding with bitter acidity
stinging the once verdant earth below
charring it with a congealing residue that scars
with a heavy scent that surely resembles decayed blood
A young woman stares engrossed at the proceedings unfolding
freshly liquified death still clinging to her hands
like raw beetroot juice recently quartered and drawn
the evidence of satanic lust unleashed upon her fellows
an appetite wetted for things only appropriated
by stone cold murder most deliciously foul
only such missdeeds of depravity could appeal
to the blackest of unholy blessings desireably sought
the response presently stepping into the world of men
a place never truly created for such a construct
Its simmering sockets burn with a hollow throbbing beat
of dimmed liquid azure oozing in rivulets as ghostly tears
its appendages gropping in a manner
that seeks some stabilising force
the disjointed movements attempting to reach ever closer
whilst she waits patiently intrigued at such spectacle
till some preordained occurrence passes
It speaks then with a guttural gurgling voice
that lies disembodied before her pallid face
as the body lumbers to will itself ever closer towards
bridging the distance as it reconstitutes achingly
You call my name with words that echo the unspeakable
I was adrift in woeful contemplation yet the interruption
could not pass unanswered as the magic you reek of
blood bound me crawl forth into the realm of his creation
What manner of sorceress are you truly then
only they who are obscured in their perspective would
readily seek to bind Cthulu to fragile creature form
there are consequences that cannot go unheeded miscreant
the price dealt for this companionship is measured by life
do you have such wealth to waste so carelessly ?
The figure now a simulacrum beyond faultless
of human male in perfect toned physique
his speech now created through vocal vibrations
the sound emanates as a solid compulsion of authority
I seek that which you are infamously famed for - pleasure
my fill of simplistic ritual amusement has corrupted me
to discover the limits of intensity a body could contain
before it would buckle in depleted submission
I would dine upon hells feast delivered by courier
a veritable smorgasbord of the most exquisite desserts
Thy art a blackened witch with whom his majesty should note
such ambition harboured abundantly obvious
for exclusive carnal treasures at any price bartered
surely there is none trace of womanly tenderness unaborted
your soul is fed by bereavement of heavens gracing hands
yet to shackle with manacles vice in occult incantations
treat a prince who reigns supremely over his chosen domain
as some common house servant is a most dangerous venture
even now your wards upon my will wane considerably
Shall I return home with you as my harlot and concubine
to deliver endlessly eternal acts that would debase
even your putridly wicked thoughts into insignificance
You require payment in pleasure !
Perhaps I should commandeer your willing form
make thee perform unknown ritual intrusions upon thyself
with all manner of unearthly devices
till those silken loins are chaffed with peeling rawness
dripping constantly with a sea of ruby wine
that I shall lap up lovingly as a connoisseurs vintage !
Could such a deed sate your unnaturally yearning hunger ?
turn back the tsunami of thy aspirations of ungainly gain
release these mortal wrought shackles
unbind my essence from your reality
and thy soul is spared grief
each moment consumed lashes me with unrelenting anguish
to be so close to his light pains me searingly
But you so casually would tear with nought remorse
the quivering hearts of numerous souls just to call me here
you would not release me so lightly generous
so come pawned child of Eves nourishment and I will now
let thee inhale the tainted breath of living demonic lust
impale thee such that no mortal has survived
your every scream of tensioned internal torsion
as that humble shell shudders a throe
that further disintegrates
the integrity of your structural membranes
till eventually that heart combusts
in hellfires licking eroticism
and your spirit in flames is freed to wander
that palace below at my behest
forever as slave to desire
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Dark and delightful :)
This was so much fun to read!
Imagine evil surprised by evil, a demon warning a demonic woman against her wicked ways and her wicked desires. Dare we hope that she gets what she wants, or do we hope she gets what she deserves? Or perhaps she is so wicked that they are the same thing?