A Consort for Eternal Things

To be chosen was the highest honor but truth be told, there was never going to be anyone else. I would never allow that to happen.

The honor was mine. It belonged to me. I’d seen it too often in my dreams, too many times for anyone to say they were only dreams. They were visions. A prophecy–one that I would see fulfilled.

When the Elders promoted another to be the offering, I knew immediately I had to correct their mistake. Was she beautiful? Yes, quite possibly the most beautiful woman in all three kingdoms. Pure? Yes, in body at least. But was she worthy to be this sacrifice? No. Not in my eyes. She may have served a lord well, maybe even a King. But to nourish a God? A celestial being? No. The Elders might as well place literal refuse upon the altar in her place and end us all.

I saw her at that moment. I see everything. A single tear ran down her cheek at her selection, even as she accepted her fate. Afterwards, she told everyone how proud she was to die for our kingdom, our families, to spare the rest of us maidens the fate of being a sacrifice. They all crowded her and showered her with praise and adoration. You are brave, they told her. To hear such lies! I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood to keep from screaming. Brave? How dare they! She was weak. So selfless to die for us and unable to see the true beauty of being chosen? The honor of being chosen? Her sacrifice was unacceptable.

To be clear, I never laid a hand on her. If she wanted to be seen as selfless, I would help her and give her a glimpse of what truly waited. The other maidens slept soundly, possibly for the first time in 15 years now that the threat of selection had passed for our generation. But she wasn’t sleeping. I whispered to her how brave she was, so very brave. I told her of the madness of my dreams, the breaking of the cosmos and the bleeding sky. I described the scream within the void and how she would be one with it for eternity once her beautiful body was ripped from its chains. I asked if she’d considered how being at the mercy of an extradimensional creature would feel and if she’d prepared her body for the endless pleasure.
And pain.

I slept easily that night. In the morning, the other maidens were concerned when the chosen sacrifice did not join us for breakfast. I had no such concerns though we weren’t permitted into the courtyard that day and the Elders would not tell us why. They did, however, inform us a new sacrifice would be selected that day.

She made the right choice. It was truly brave of her.

Clouds gathered as dusk approached, darkening the sky and making the hour feel later than it was. At the top of the tallest tower, the single stone pillar at its center, pristine and bright in the light of the sun earlier, took a sinister hue as the light faded. The Elders shackled my wrists to the pillar, pinning my hands above me. A veil was placed upon my head and anchored in place by a chain of heavy rings, linked together. The Elders explained it was a kindness, something meant to keep me from witnessing the Great Devourer before it was time. Little did they know, I’d seen my Devourer already. His visits to me were innumerable and so I knew him well.

I trembled, not with fear but anticipation. I could feel him. He was close and he was hungry. The sacrificial robe billowed with each gust of wind, the breeze invading the robe and caressing my body. The Elders offered one last benediction for my sacrifice and this time I could not suppress a smile. Fools. Not even they understood the significance of this moment. There was no greater honor than to serve the Devourer and be served to him.

“Leave me,” I demanded. “Let him take me. Your pitiable prayers only delay his coming and I can feel his need.”

Within minutes of the Elders leaving, lightning filled the sky and thunder followed after each strike. A sound like fabric ripping apart surrounded me. Events were unfolding just the way I’d described them to my sacrificial predecessor. The veil did nothing to dampen my excitement and I waited eagerly for a word, for a touch–for the beginning of the end.

“It is you,” a low but booming voice announced.

Tears pricked my eyes as the Devourer addressed me.

“Yes, Great One.” I didn’t have to shout, I likely didn’t have to speak, but I had to be sure this wasn’t just another dream. I needed this to be real. “I hope you are not displeased with my offering.” I bowed my head as much as the shackles permitted.

As I bowed, I noticed a gray tendril of flesh emerge from behind me, sliding along the base of the pillar until it reached my ankle. Its tip grazed my skin, feeling cool and wet as it slithered up my gown. A second tendril appeared in front of me, hooking under my chin and lifting my face though the veil still obscured my sight.

“For years, I have seen your face and heard your voice, my child.” The deep timbre of the voice vibrated through to my very bones, delighting me but chilling me as well.

“This vision has also filled my dreams, Great Devourer. For years I have foreseen this moment. To have been chosen by you, it is the utmost honor.”

The tentacle under my chin traced a line along my throat, hooking itself under the fabric resting around my collar. A third tentacle joined, following its pair’s example, and together they worked to release me from my robe. A fourth, thicker tentacle circled my waist, rooting me to the spot with more power than the chains around my wrists. My breath quickened. I could feel my breasts tightening against the cool air, the nipples hardening almost painfully. The urge to beg was strong, not for mercy but for more. I had to remember my place and that was not to ask, only to give.

“Tender morsel. Wicked and insatiable morsel. The sounds you made in those dreams we shared were exquisite. I can only hope to make them a reality for the both of us. Your mind has given me great pleasure these years past. You have proven yourself more than worthy to meet my needs. This world should weep to lose you.”

The first tentacle gripped my ankle and pulled aggressively outward, spreading me wide. The grip around my waist constricted, keeping me upright as yet another tentacle ensnared my free ankle. A slight pinch around my nipple stole my attention. Just under the veil, I caught sight of one tendril splitting open at the tip, revealing a small mouth at its center. It attached itself to the puckered tip, making wet sucking sounds against her breast.

In my dreams, a similar mouth had wasted no time against a different target, more often than not my increasingly swollen clit. Too many mornings I’d woken myself from such a dream with my own hand between my thighs, giving myself the very pleasure I’d glimpsed. It was a fantasy no longer, I realized, panting as each tentacle found a space to stroke, slap, and suck, and new tentacles emerged from the dark to deliver even more attention.

My eyes rolled with my body, stretching back behind slack lids, searching the darkness there for what might come next. My body arched and contorted with every titillating sensation and the cool slickness of the thickest tentacle yet slid upward between my thighs. My head whipped forward to watch, the tentacle writhing and rolling under me as it made contact against my own fleshy wetness, presenting an endless wheel of bumps and suckers. It pushed up against me hard, ensuring I felt every single one of them against that most eager inch of my anatomy. My feet left the ground, the entirety of my weight riding this bulk of undulating flesh–it lifted me higher until my shackled wrists came in line with the rest of my body.

There was no warning before the penetration and the sudden invasion pushed me, tipping me forward as I felt my center split and stretched with a wonderful strain. My shackled wrists kept me from falling completely forward before the other tentacles reacted to support me. I was being filled, the length of the tentacle coiling inside me and around my womb before sliding out and repeating. I screamed into the night. There was pain, yes but the delicious kind. There also was a pressure–a challenge from an ethereal creature to yield or be broken apart.

I would not be broken, not with so much still left to feel, to be rewarded with.

“I yield to you, Great Devourer,” I moaned and I hoped the whole of the kingdom could hear me. “Your dreams were a joy but they are nothing compared to you.”

The tentacles paused for half a moment before resuming their ravishment. A second tentacle pressed inside me, alongside its brother, while the tip of another circled the puckered orifice just above it.

“My dreams?” the deep voice queried. “The dreams we shared were not of my doing, tender one. No, no…”

My body continued to spread for him, every new appendage seeking to unravel me found a willing and warm hole to occupy. Just as the new tentacle pressed into my asshole, two more joined along the rim. Toying with me, threatening to penetrate as well.

“I–I don’t understand, my Lord.” But I wanted to understand. “How, how did we share–” I couldn’t finish. Two new tendrils slid up along my neck, their tips sliding onto my chin, parting my lips and slithering into my mouth. Like fish hooks, they pulled my mouth open wide as a thicker tentacle approached along the same route. Drool dribbled down my chin as I waited to be filled even more. I stuck my tongue out, more of my saliva trailing down my face. The thick tentacle met my tongue and stroked itself along the extended muscle repeatedly before finally reaching inside.

So sweet.

The Devourer made no noises of pleasure as he helped himself to every part of me, but the limbs did more than speak. I had no doubt he desired me. He called me insatiable but the tentacles were relentless, more than equal to the task. But it wasn’t until that last tentacle slid to the back of my throat…I couldn’t breathe! I tried to take a breath through my nose but the way was shut by the meat fucking my throat. Tears streamed from my eyes as my chest burned but it built on every other sensation that had come before it, every thrust and pull he was giving me now.

“I also don’t understand, my sweet. I am the Destroyer, the Great Devourer. I eat worlds and birth new universes, new realities. No mortal should have the power to pull me into their consciousness…but you do.”

I could barely register what he was saying. This was me? My doing? But…

Warmth filled me, my thoughts frayed as each tentacle continued to push itself inside me. My consciousness remained but my body surrendered completely to the building pressure. Heat at my core joined the pressure and I believed this was the beginning of the end, my sacrifice complete. But then light, a bright light reflected off the tentacle below–light coming from me, from inside me. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I only watched as what looked like a orb pulsed and glowed from within.

The tentacle in my throat withdrew and I gasped for breath, choking on our combined mucus and saliva. Somewhere in the darkness, the Devourer laughed.

“Very worthy, indeed. Your womb will be the mother of many realms. How wondrous, not knowing and to have such a fertile and wanton equal to keep me surprised.”

My wrists fell free as other feelers broke the chains binding me to the pillar. I fell against the writhing tangle of appendages catching my body from its free fall, but still not giving me a moment of respite. My hands came to rest on my belly, cradling the warmth still pulsing inside me.

A new world.