Illithid Boyfriend Rudissk (complete)

    There were many great changes that occurred to the Ruby Empire after Lord Demir took over. The War of the Crowned Jewels had brought about some unexpected consequences to the world. This included the resurgence of the Cult of the Goddess. Your father had told you stories about the cult when you were little. 

The members worshipped and unnamed and faceless Goddess who represented the mother of the entire world. She gave birth to the earth, then the water, she then suffered and hard labor giving birth to the air and the animals. She rested, and from her sleep, the animals and creatures of the earth grew in her womb. These creatures were born, and having been in her womb so long, they took her blood with them as well.

Your father’s family used to make all their money from carving and creating idols and shrines for the Cult of the Goddess. But when he was a young boy, then the cult started to vanish. It was forced away, their members slaughtered and killed for worshipping a false god, an idol. The stronger religious sects saw it as their duty to purge the world of impure idols and thoughts.

But after the War of the Crowned Jewels, the cult had risen back up, and now the Goddess had been given a name and a face all thanks to Queen Mythri. It was because of her actions and the stories that spread about her heart, love, and dedication to all peoples that the cult started to resurface. 

The cult had always been hidden away, still alive and breathing, but kept secret. Your small village had housed them all this time, and now it was the apex of the resurgence. Once again, your family was making their living building shrines and idols to the Goddess.

New members flooded in daily to visit the Mother Shrine, which had been kept safe after it was rebuilt by the new leader. It was hidden away it the craggy paths that lead into the mountains. At night, you could see the torches illuminating the path, cutting through the rocky gorge like some sort of fiery serpent. 

“Watching the serpent again?” Your father asks as he walks out onto the porch where you’re sitting.

“I guess so,” you grumble.

“It’s bigger than it used to be,” he says. “When I was young, it was half that long.” he chuckles. “Suppose they took her further back just in case.”

“Her,” you chuckle. “Mythri, the goddess,” you growl under your breath as you polish the marble for tomorrow. “Whoever.” 

“That poor girl,” you dad whispers.

You furrow your brow and look up at her. “Who?”

“Mythri,” he sighs. “She is just woman like you, no more goddess, no less.” He shakes his head. “The Cult of the Goddess isn’t a bad religion, but they aren’t a right one either. If they truly loved the Goddess, they wouldn’t put her weight on that poor woman’s shoulders.”

“I guess,” you sigh. “But you have to admit, hearing about her, she seems unreal enough to be a goddess.”

“Stories have a way of growing. Much like seeds,” your father says. “They start as these little things you can hold. But soon, they sprout, and they grow. Soon, the stories are these trees planted in the earth, and they cannot be moved.”

You stare back up to the fiery serpent etched into the stone and then back down at the marble in your hand. You remain silent and set the marble aside in a basket. 

“We should go to bed, we have an early day tomorrow,” you tell your father.

The next morning when you wake up there is a hush over the world that makes you uncomfortable. You look out the window, seeing a tall man standing in your front yard. He’s wearing a long, black robe with a high, dome-shaped hood. There are pure white ropes around his neck, and he’s wearing white gloves.

You open the door, and the man turns. It’s the high priest of the Cult of the Goddess. He’s an Illithid and has been guarding the Mother Shrine most of his waking life. His arms are long, and his body is pulled tight into a corset, making his shoulders and chest look broad, but his waist very narrow. His skin is dark blue, and the tentacles on his face are tipped in dark purple.

“Are you the shrine maker?” He asks, his voice is so deep you feel it rattles your head.

You frown at him. “One of them,” you reply.

He holds out his white-gloved hand. “I am Rudissk,” he bows low before you, his hand still outstretched.

“I know who you are,” you say, looking him over suspiciously. “You live at the head of the Serpent.”

Rudissk chuckles as he raises. “You’re the goddess who melts marble.”

You frown at him. “Excuse me?”

“That is what I know you as,” he replies. The tentacles on his face twitch and rise. “Every since you started making our marble idols we have been experiencing great fortune and growth in our numbers.”

“I don’t melt the marble,” you correct him. “I carve it. Big difference.”

Rudissk’s low laugh is raspy and quaking. “But that’s how it looks. So perfect and smooth. It’s like a pearl in its perfection.”

You are strangely flattered. “Thanks,” you say slowly and unsurely.

“I have come to seek your help,” Rudissk says. “The Mother Shrine needs tending to. She isn’t her beautiful self. I’m afraid she hasn’t for a long time. But these days, with all the new worship and revelry,” he sighs and shakes his head. “She is far from herself. I will pay handsomely,” he adds. “Whatever it takes.”

You glance over your shoulder and look at your father. You then look back to Rudissk. “Anything you say?”

“Exactly,” he answers.

A strange thought flickers through your mind, one that has been growing since you started making the idols again.

“I want a home near the head of the serpent,” you tell him. “Somewhere recluse but still close to our main source of income.”

Rudissk’s dark eyes narrow and he appears confused. “But the only home up there is my own.”

“I know,” you tell him. “In payment for fixing the mother shrine, I want you.”

“What are you doing?” You hear your father hiss.

Rudissk hums. “A proposal,” he folds his hands before himself. “The other ladies of the temple will not be pleased by this. They rely on me.”

You chuckle. “What is your answer?”

“The goddess who melts marble,” he says, his voice low and sensual, “I’ll accept.”

“Let me fetch my tools then, and I will return with you. We can figure out details while I am there,” you say.

You father grabs you. “What are you doing?” He hisses at you. “What the hell are you thinking?”

You look at him. “Do you not like your new son in law?” You ask. 

“He is an Illithid!” he snarls. “Not to mention the leader of that cult!” He shakes his head. “He is not a proper man to wed.”

You gather your things and a few supplies for your stay. “I am not worried,” you reply. “And sure, Illithids are weird to look at, but that doesn’t bother me either.”

“He will not make an attentive and loving husband,” your father warns. “Illithids do not feel love.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” you say. “I’ll be back soon, and we’ll move to our new home,” you smile at him. “I know what I am doing.”

You walk back outside where Rudissk is waiting. “Are you ready?” He asks.

You nod at him and stand by his side. “I am.”

Rudissk takes your hand, and in a flash of light and smoke you feel ripped from what you knew and tossed about and shoved through something you couldn’t comprehend. You exhale smoke as you stand in a while open alter.

“Forgive the rough journey,” Rudissk replies. He brushes his cold fingers against your cheek and through your hair. 

“No problem,” you croak. “A warning, maybe, next time.”

“Of course,” he says with a sharp nod. Rudissk then motions before you. “The Mother Shrine is right over there.” 

There is a set of stairs leading up to a platform that has a wide window over top of it where the light comes in through a cluster of crystals. 

“Lead the way,” you say.

You follow Rudissk up the stairs, realizing how daunting the trek is.

“I am curious,” Rudissk murmurs, “why do you wish to marry me?”

“I told you, I want to live secluded and out of the way of the Serpent,” you answer. “But also somewhere we can still work.”

“It is more than the house,” Rudissk stops on the stairs and looks down at you. “Tell me, goddess, why else would you ask for my hand as payment.”

You chuckle, and a smirk spreads across your lips. “I’ve been told you’re a passionate and expert lovemaker,” you reply. 

“If you wanted to receive my touch, you do not need to marry me to do it,” Rudissk laughs. “You just needed to ask for that.”

“If we are married, then I will always have you,” you say, climbing the stairs until you’re beside him. You touch the tentacles on his face and let them coil around your fingers. “I have my reasons, Rudissk.”

“You will not tell me now?” He asks.

“Perhaps later,” you pass him on the stairs and reach the top of the platform. 

You see a giant stone statue before you of the Goddess. She is naked and kneeling, her arms open as if greeting a child from play. She has no face, and she is missing some fingers. She is worn, nearly featureless all over. You can see the spots where she was repaired once before.

“Do you think you can save her?” Rudissk asks from behind you.

You turn and glance back at him. “I know I can,” you reply.

Rudissk sighs with relief, placing his hand on his chest. “That is all I want.”

You soon set to work. Every day you fix a little more of the Goddess Statue. Her loving and welcoming stance becomes a little more angelic by the day. You replace her fingers, you smooth the cracks and crags. You even make the old repairs unnoticeable. You smooth her face and polish it, so it shines. It takes you a few months, but soon, the Goddess is like new.

“She is lovely,” Rudissk whispers as he gazes up at her.

You see tears run down his cheeks and you go to his side. You take his hand, kissing the center of his glove. In the months you have been repairing the goddess, you have come to know him and grown close together. 

He has served the Goddess since he was a child, having been saved as a baby by the woman he called mother. His people had been ravaged and attacked, and it was the Cult of the Goddess who came in and protected the survivors. He was rescued from the rubble of a burning building, but because of his wounds and burns most thought, it would be best to put him out of his misery. But it was Mother who took him and bathed him in lavender water and kept him fed from her own breast that he was able to heal.

Rudissk showed you his scars one day, removing his gloves to show you the melted and pocked skin there. The dark blue was now a faint lavender color.

“It is the Goddess who gave me life,” he tells you. “It was her power that saved me, her kindness that rebirthed me. All because Mother took pity.”

You realized that your father was wrong, it wasn’t that Illithids didn’t love, but they felt greatly. Rudissk kept himself calm and maintained at all times, appearing cold and emotionless, but that was only because his emotions were so strong. He felt them as deeply as a wound. 

“The goddess who melts marble,” Rudissk looks away from the Mother Shrine and into your eyes. “I am truly blessed to have you.”

You pull him down, kissing his temples and then his cheeks and wide forehead. “I demand my payment,” you whisper to him. “I am tired of waiting for it.”

Rudissk chuckles, touching your cheek. “I am too.” He motions to the Mother Shrine. “We have to ask for her blessing first.”

“How do we do that?” You ask.

Rudissk leads you to her feet, and he removes his robe, stripping it and the corset away, revealing he is bare beneath.

You bite your lip and feel your cheeks burn. “Oh,” you gasp. “Here? Now?” You look up into his dark eyes.

Rudissk brushes his fingers over your lips. “It is perfect,” he whispers. He opens up your tunic and strips away your underclothes. He touches your small breasts and strokes his hands down your waist and hips.

You shiver slightly and glance down Rudissk’s body. His skin is patchy, places dark blue and shimmery, others glossy and melted. You step into his arms, kissing his chest and shoulders. He moans softly, placing his hands around your hips.

He kneels before you, kissing your belly and thighs. His strong hands knead into your ass, and you moan softly. His tentacles coil around your thighs and up your legs. You feel their strange suction cups attach to your skin and latch on. You then feel something strange, it’s long and slimy. It licks at your belly and down your mound. Rudissk’s moans becoming slurping and snarling. You shudder as you realize it’s his tongue.

It slips between your thighs and slithers along your slit. You moan, gripping onto his shoulders as he begins to push inside.

“Can you hear me?” Rudissk’s voice echoes in your mind.

“Yes,” you pant.

“Good,” he whispers. “Then I can tell you how delicious you taste.” His tongue slips inside, and your gasp becomes a long moan. 

You nearly double over as you feel his tongue squirming inside you.

“Do you like this?” His voice sighs in your mind.

You grunt, barely able to nod.

Rudissk chuckles. “I can tell, I just wanted to see how you’d act.” He tongue pushes deeper, and presses against a sensitive spot inside that makes your knees go weak.

“You get so wet,” he growls. “I love it.”

You grunt, smashing your chest onto his head. “Mnh,” you grunt.

Rudissk moans, and it vibrates down your skin. “Should I stop?”

“Don’t-!” you choke. 

Rudissk pulls back, and he helps you down to your knees. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your bare bodies together. His long fingers slip inside you, continuing the work of his tongue.

You cling to him, moaning and whimpering.

“Your sweet voice,” he snarls, “I need more of it.”

Your lashes flutter. “Rudissk,” you mewl. You then lay back and open your thighs for him. You shiver in excitement as you see his monstrous cock rising from between his thighs. “Come,” you beckon him.

Rudissk lays on top of you, pinning your wrists back as his hips glide. He rubs himself to your folds and slit.

His cock is long with a sharp point. The bottom of his bulged out while the back had little ridges that rose up like his tentacles did. 

Rudissk moans and snarls as he ruts against you. Your bodies rub together, and your nipples drag down his chest. His tip slips into place, and he teases you there for a moment.

    “Anh-” you moan.

    Rudissk chuckles. “I hope to prove the rumors you heard of me true.” The tip slips inside, and you stretch to take him. “I have only ever used my mouth on the temple maidens. My cock is only for you.”

You whimper as he pushes deeper his thickness is more than you’ve ever had before. You feel tightly pulled and as if nothing else will fit. Your arms wrap around him, and you bury your face into his neck.

“Am I hurting you, my love?” Rudissk moans, his fingers slipping onto your clit. “Or do you enjoy my pain?” He starts to rub your clit as he moves.

You gasp and shiver, your legs feel numb as he starts to move. Every time he does, it feels like he’s pulling something from inside. His fingers working on your clit make your legs twitch, and your body feel as if it is on fire.

“How did I wait?” He growls hungrily. “How did I withstand this power?”

You cry out loudly, and your legs kick. “Don’t stop!”

He chuckles. “Are you feeling that power? That quiver? That’s her,” he snarls. “That’s the Goddess alive inside you. Oh-” he moans and his back arches. “That’s you,” he cries. “You’re power on me!”

You squeeze around him, and your fingers dig into his back. You feel the surge and lightning course through your body. Your toes curl, and your voice cries out like a song. Inside Rudissk is twitching and squirming. His cock releases a torrent and the hot, slick liquid dribbles down onto the shrine.

“That power-” Rudissk moans as he looks at you.

You smile weakly as you catch your breath. “My husband,” you purr, tracing your fingers down his sharp cheekbone. “The rumors don’t do you justice.”

Rudissk chuckles and nuzzles to your cheek and neck. He pulls out slowly, and it feels like something is missing when he leaves you.

“The true blessing is if my seed will take hold,” he whispers. “That is the truth of the Goddess,” he tells you as he lays beside you at the foot of the shrine. 

You curl into his chest and hold him. “What is that?” You ask.

“Life,” he whispers. “Above all else, it is life that is important.” He kisses the top of your head. “When we can create it, maintain it, and watch is grow, much like the Goddess did for us. That is how we truly worship.”