August Patreon Story [#1 of 2]

Hello everyone,

So, here we are. The first of the tied prompts from this month is eldritch horror gf! Goo girl will arrive on the 1st in all her jiggly glory, so be ready!

~Benn 'Doomgender' Ends

Theme: Monster Month

Prompt: People say your gf is an unfathomable eldritch horror but so far she  seems like a blushy lesbian with a subby streak.. and lots of tentacles 

Suggested by: Little Red Panda (thank you for a great prompt!)

~1535 words

CW:

• Slice of life open/kinky ending
• Introducing your girlfriend to your best friend over lunch
• Dumb jokes
• D/s
• Eldritch horror sub
• Tentacles
• POV domme
• Gag
• Rope play

~~~

Your friend Citrine goes up with you to get the food. While you’re getting a handful of ketchup packets they lean in close.

“Hey, uh. I don’t know how to say this but, well. I’m starting to suspect that your girlfriend isn’t human.”

You snort and punch their shoulder while they laugh and grab a straw. Looking over your shoulder you see your girlfriend Cask, who’s trying very hard to keep her tentacles under control. They just sort of wander up from under her dress and out her sleeves when she’s not paying attention. She notices you looking at her and blush-smiles. Immediately one of her tentacles lifts a chair from a nearby table off the ground. She waves her arms wildly and makes it put it down. She’s so cute.

“So what are the sunglasses for?”

“Oh, they’re prescription. So I can look into her eyes without. You know.”

“Getting mindbroken?”

“It’s temporary!”

Citrine fills their cup with some Cherry Pepper, MD. You go with root beer for you, and strawberry lemonade for Cask.

“Do you wear em all the time when you’re with her?”

“Usually yeah. She’s great at avoiding eye contact with people but she’s gotten so comfortable with me that she forgets.”

“Huh. That’s..”

“What?”

“Really cute.”

You’ve arrived at the table. Cask smiles and asks “What’s cute?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say, and pat her head.

Sitting next to her, across from Citrine, (you two are against the wall. She likes the corner in this place) you start splitting up your order from hers. A couple tentacles slip across the floor and wrap around your leg. They like you.

The three of you chat comfortably while eating. This is the first time Citrine is meeting Cask, but you knew they’d hit it off. Cask keeps most of her hundred hundred eyes closed, but a few on her food and a couple glancing at you. The eyes behave better than the tentacles.

“Oh, can I try a little of your chicken? It smells delicious.”

Cask looks at you nervously. You pat a tentacle reassuringly.

“Um, it’s got Forbidden Dressing all over it. I’m not sure humans like that very much..”

While she’s distracted you shoot Citrine a look that says ‘oh definitely don’t try it’. They pretend not to see.

“I’ll give it a shot! I’m not picky!”

She lets them take a forkful. You put your face in your hands as they pop the chicken in their mouth.

A minute later, once they stop screaming, you shake your head.

“Tried to warn you bud.”

“I-I’m so sorry!”

Citrine turns their head and makes a reassuring hand motion.

“No. It’s cool. The funny thing is that it does actually taste good.”

Cask smiles warmly.

“I’m impressed you managed to swallow it!”

“That’s right I am very impressive,” Citrine boasts, still shaking a little.

There’s a little lull in the conversation after that. Not a bad one, just hard to follow up sixty seconds of screaming. After a bit, Cask makes a move.

“So, Citrine is a nice name. How’d you pick it?”

“I like lemons,” Citrine says without missing a beat.

“H-huh?” Cask looks at you with innocent confusion.

“It’s a root word joke. They’re a huge dork,” you reassure.

“Oh!” She giggles.

“You can call me City though. Citrine’s a mouthful for friends.”

Cask smiles.

“Okay City! My full name’s a bit of a mouthful too, so I understand.”

Citrine glances up curiously. Cask barely manages to look away in time, but she’s an expert.

“What’s your full name if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, it’s um, The Unspoken Threat, Cask-Kalinah.”

Her voice makes the table quiver as she speaks it.

“That’s sick as hell.”

“Um, thank you. I like Cask though, I think the whole thing is a little. Threatening.”

Citrine looks at her blankly.

“Yeah? You seem as threatening as a puppy to me.”

“That! No!”

Cask pouts.

“I am a minor god of The End Of All Things you know.”

“Emphasis on minor huh.”

You can’t hold back a snort of laughter.

“Wow!! That’s rude!!”

You and Citrine laugh and she pouts harder, until she can’t help but giggle too.

The rest of the time is pretty uneventful, but nice all the same. You get everyone some matcha ice cream, and you hang out until the staff starts cleaning up, then leave so you’re not in their way.

Outside, Citrine puts their baseball cap on backwards (it’s black and says BEST BOY in a flowy script).

“Alright nerds, I’m gonna head home.”

“It was nice meeting you City!”

“Likewise Cask.”

They do a mock salute at you, which you return with a smirk.

“Catch you two later.”

They get on their skateboard and roll down the street.

“You have energetic friends huh?”

“They’re just trying to impress you. I swear if they do a kickflip-”

Almost like they read your mind from that distance, they do a kickflip. Cask giggles.

As you walk, she keeps a few tentacles wrapped around your arm.

“You wanna stay over tonight?”

“Yes! Can. C-can we do the thing?”

You grin.

“Of course.”

She happily squeezes your arm.

~~~

The bounding cable dig into the soft flesh of her tentacles, with just enough tooth that they won’t slip. The ritual thread the cables are woven with will keep her tied either way, but she likes the bite the rougher texture gives.

You catch another one of her tentacles out of the air as it moves towards you.

“Can’t help yourself, hm,” you muse coolly.

“Mffmm, mnnfff,” she gushes desperately through the gag. Her many eyes watch you, pleading.

“I know, I know, you’re trying your best. That sometimes you just need to be corrected.”

Her tentacles thrash weakly as you lift her face to look at you. Her head is heavy; her collar is laced with ritual thread as well, it keeps her low and docile.

“Fffmmhh!”

Her eyes are locked on yours. You can see the swirl of the end inside her pupils. Not too clearly, your glasses protect you from the worst of it. Though, you’ve also built up something of a tolerance by now.

“Aw, does my little monster want something?”

Her lips tremble around the gag. Her arms are bound too, cuffed and tied to a secure o-ring attachment point on your ceiling. Her upper half sags and struggles. You’ve gotten her fully bound, finally. The cable keeps her from changing size or summoning more tentacles, so she is well and truly helpless.

“Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

She thrashes and makes a pitiful whining noise.

“Come on, I know you can do it.”

You look down at her, coldly, smugly. There really is no rush that compares to holding the leash of a god as she looks up at you with a cocktail of adoring frustration.

She bobs her head at you, struggling against the weight pulling her down.

“Oh, do you want a kiss, little monster~?”

“MMMffh!!!”

You brush your thumb over the gag.

“But you look so pretty with your mouth full.”

She shudders, and gives a shy nod.

“Hm. Do you think you’ve been good enough to deserve a kiss?”

Rapid fire nod nod nod.

Your grin is expertly sharpened.

“Turn your head.”

She does. Your fingers work the buckle. It releases easy, and she tilts her head back quietly, obediently. With a gentle tug, you pull the ball off the gag out, and the thick dildo that’s been down her throat follows. She swallows as it comes out, and as you pull, you notice a number of tentacles from deep inside her throat that won’t let go.

“I can’t kiss you if you don’t release. Drop it girl.”

With a long hot sigh, she peels the tentacles off, letting you remove the remaining two and a half feet of the gag. You, ah, had it custom made.

“That’s my good little monster.”

She responds with wordless noises of approval. The tentacles wiggle and tease at your fingertips.

“Back inside with those.”

They flow back in, and she adjusts her jaw before pouting and quivering her lip at you.

“How are you doing,” you murmur. She nods eagerly and parts her lips.

“Patient now.”

She looks down and whimpers a little.

You push her chin up, and brush her cheek with your other hand. And you press your lips against hers. They’re soft and wet with her drool and she parts them, begging for your tongue. You kiss her deeply, as the tentacles inside her push and writhe and taste. They start to slide past your tongue, suddenly filling your mouth, eager and firm and-

You hook a finger through the ring of her collar and pull her down as you tilt your head up in a practiced motion, to get clear of the tentacles before they start sliding down your throat.

“If you won’t control yourself, I will,” you growl. She whines apologetically, and nuzzles her head against your arm.

You crouch down and kiss the top of her head. A contented sigh as you pet her cheek.

“That’s my good little monster.”

~~~