Cult Pt. 01

Home was a dorm for now. Finding an apartment in Arkham at the beginning of the school year was challenging and Miskatonic University understood this. So they provided me with a place to stay for three months. I did get some odd looks from the students when I moved in and I couldn't blame them. A fifty something year old man living in student housing wasn't normal. I didn't mind though, I wasn't planning on staying long, just long enough to find another place.

My dorm was a single bedroom in one of the older buildings. It was sandwiched between two other empty dorms. I didn't think too much about why they were empty. I enjoyed not having noisy neighbors. I'd read about some of the building's history before moving in. Originally it had been a girls only dorm before turning coed about twenty years ago. The room was decent and spacious enough for an old bachelor, if a bit dated. Dark hardwood floors with equally dark runner boards along white washed walls made the place dreary. Arkham was in New England so dreary did come with the territory.

I moved in a couple of days ago and while the majority of my stuff was in boxes the TV was set up and the bed was made. I didn't spend much time there though, I used it mostly for eating and sleeping. Work kept me busy most of the day. I was hired by the university to reorganize their rare documents room. Not the rare book room, that was managed by specialized archivists and librarians. I had heard stories about that place and the books they kept there. Books like the Necromomicon or Cultes des Goules, I knew that some people would kill to get at those titles and I wanted nothing to do with them. My responsibilities were rare documents, maps, loose sheets of paper, music scores etc. It had been neglected for twenty odd years and I had been hired to fix that. The task had seemed pretty straight forward but the other staff... They made the work some level of hell. Especially a certain librarian, she was half my age and twice my ego. I couldn't start a task without her questioning my every decision.

The night things took a turn for the strange, I'd just come in from a full day's work and a night of unsuccessful apartment hunting. It was easy to say my frustration level was high. The librarian, I refuse to use her name, had been hassling me all day about proper document handling. I'd told her I followed standard practices and even showed her my work flow but she still nitpicked the details. Even as I made a quick dinner of ramen and turned on Netflix, she lived in my head rent free. I was so stuck on thinking about work I didn't remember what type of ramen I had or what the movie was about. The only thing I had to show for my night was an empty bowl and the movie credits.

With dinner done and a bad movie over. All I could hope for was a better tomorrow so I headed to the bedroom to call it a night. A box of clothes and bed took up most of the space. The bed wasn't much, a mattress and boxspring with no frame. Empty, it looked lonely. I'd been married for about thirty years until a year ago. My wife, now ex-wife, had declared she wanted to find herself. I got the picture, she didn't want me included in her self-discovery and I was right. Divorce papers shortly followed. I didn't have the heart to disagree. I loved her and wanted what was best for her. We didn't have any kids so the split was easy and we went our separate ways. Her to Oregon and me to Massachusetts.

The past was the past I told myself and took off my clothes, folded them, and set them on the box. The dresser I owned was still in storage and I didn't want to move it here then to another place when I found my apartment. So I lived out of boxes. I put on my PJ bottoms, flipped off the lights and climbed into bed. Thankfully I fell asleep quickly.

Pressure on my hips woke me. I blinked sleep away but it was dark and I was a bit confused. I didn't think the person straddling me was real at first. Robes, with a hood that hid their face. I couldn't tell who they were but they were murmuring something while sitting atop me. I saw the dagger as they raised it and got my arm up in time to block them from driving it into my chest. We struggled with the blade. Them pushing down with their body weight, me locking my arms keeping the point of the dagger inches away. Whoever they were, they weren't very big or strong. I was able to hold them off but I knew I couldn't do it forever. I grabbed the naked blade with my right hand. The dagger was sharp and cut me in several places as I twisted it out of their grip and flung it across the room. They tried to dive but I grabbed their robe and slammed back down on the bed. We wrestled but it wasn't even close, I was able to pin them underneath me with their hands above their head.

"Stop, you're hurting me." they said. It was a girl's voice, probably an undergraduate. It explained why I was able to pin her beneath me. Miskatonic wasn't known for its girls athletic departments or boys athletics either. Most students were history, mathematics, archaeology or some other sciences or arts. Athleticism wasn't a prerequisite for any of those classes.

"I don't care, you just tried to kill me."

"No!" She tried to struggle free by kicking at me but only managed to hike the robe up, exposing pale white legs. I tried not to stare but the whiteness of her skin practically glowed against the dark sheets of my bed. Her continued wriggling hiked the robe up even higher exposing her upper thighs and rim of her panties. I noted that they were white with little frills on the edges. I guess I couldn't help being a guy, even when I'm fighting for my life. I had to shake myself to refocus on what she was saying.

"-stand, I need your seet, Micha Nektana requires it. I'm failing my classes and without her boon I will have to drop out. I cannot go back home!"

She struggled more but I had her pinned and she wasn't going anywhere. The robe hid most of her but from our wrestling I figured she couldn't weigh more than 110 lbs soaking wet. Her arms, where they poked out of the robe, were thin, not quite gaunt but getting there. Her legs were also slender, with little muscle on them except where they thickened into her thighs. I don't remember brushing up against any breast while we grappled but they might have been there. I felt a bit guilty thinking about that so I decided to help her keep some modesty. I transferred her hands into my left hand and made to pull down the robe. With all her continued thrashing, it had slipped further up. Exposing more of her panites and waist. She tried to struggle as I reached for the hem of the robe and nearly lost my balance. I steadied myself on her thigh. Where I touched her, the skin was warm, almost feverish. It wasn't unpleasant and I kept my hand there for balance. I tried to get a look at her face but she kept moving her head, shifting the hood back and forth.

When she finally stopped the hood was skewed but still covered most of her face. All I could see was a prominent nose and one large eye. How she kept the cowl from slipping off while we wrestled I had no idea.

"Seet? What the hell is seet? And who the hell is Micha Nektana?" I asked.

"Seet is the spark of life, only men have it. Women are the cup that captures it. We offer it to Micha Nektana for her blessing, she is a goddess of fertility. Prehistoric, only my sisters and the high priestess know of her.

"Are you sure it's not seed? Men are the only ones who have seed." I said

The hood nodded, "Yes, our high priestess told us. She translated the scroll and performed this ritual before. Her mark to Micha Nektana glows, It's... It's beautiful and I need it. It makes her special, it makes her successful and I need that."

I tried to process what she said, this high priestess had already killed someone? To get this "seet" and the blessing of an ancient goddess? It was insane but there were odd stories about Arkham. A few of them mentioned cults, one involved a goddess called The Black Goat of something. Micha Nektana and the Black Goat could be the same deity for all I know. What I did know was that local cults were the main reason the rare book room was locked and guarded. Which meant these groups could be, no, were dangerous. Her words interrupted my thoughts.

"Stop touching me there. It's making me crazy." she said.

At first I didn't understand. Then I realized my hand had moved up into the robe. It rested on her hip, fingers gripping her ass while my thumb tracing the hem of her panties. It hit me then, I felt both dizzy and alive at the same time, a lot like being drunk. I hadn't touched alcohol tonight and it would have been really hard to drug a package of ramen. It had to be her, I think the heat from her was affecting me somehow. My hands don't usually wander but as I thought about it, touching her felt good. I had to force myself to let go. Breaking contact with her cleared my head a bit and I realized I had boner so hard it hurt. What the hell is going on?

"Why are you so hot? What are you doing to me?"

"It's the mark, I have one and it turns men on. Just-by-touching-me." she said.

The smugness in her voice set me off. "Then why do I turn you on when I touch you?" I asked. I didn't let her reply but slipped my hand under the robe. When I came into contact with her stomach, it wasn't just warmth this time. It was more like a physical shock. She hissed at my touch and I felt my boner nearly tear free from my PJs. My hard-on would have to wait, she needed a little humbling first. I slid my hand into her panties, she got off a "No!" before I felt the fuzz of her bush. It was wet, not with sweat though, no, this was more viscous but very familiar. I reached lower and felt the lips of her pussy. The soft folds of skin were soaked in her juices. I rubbed her, letting her wetness cover my hands. The cuts on my fingers stung a bit as I played with her but the pain was worth it. She squirmed at the attention.

I wanted to feel more of her so I spread her lips with my pointer and ring finger. Then rubbed at her opening with my middle finger. The little ridges of flesh responded, opening and closing invitingly. Almost daring me to penetrate her. It was in the cards but not yet. I closed her and continued rubbing, paying special attention to her clit. Soft moans came from the hood, I was right about all this. My touch started her engine too. I was also sure she didn't need to kill anyone to get what she needed. She just needed a good fucking.

"Let me guess, you need the seet, inside you to get the boon. Right?" I asked.

She let out a breathless "Yes" confirming my guess. Her hips dipped as I rubbed, forcing my hand to focus on her little button. This was not one sided, I was getting her good and riled up. Apparently the mark worked both ways. I was still mad at her though and I tried not to be too rough while I teased her, but this girl had broken into my place to kill me. When she could have just found some other student to boink and get what she needed. She'd definitely listened to the wrong person. Her high priestess was either an idiot, psychopath or both. Probably a shit translator too.

I slipped my hand out of her panties and let go of her hands, freeing her. She didn't move, just lay there. I could see the rise and fall of her chest as she panted. I would help her with her mark, because right now I wanted her just as much as she wanted the boon. I reached up the robe and pulled down her panties. I got them halfway off her thighs when she said "Stop or I will scream." She hadn't fought me when I'd started to take them off and there wasn't much conviction in her voice, so I decided to call her bluff.

"Go ahead... There is a knife over there," I motioned with my head "With my blood on it and your fingerprints on the handle. You're also wearing a robe like some cult member. What do you think is going to happen when someone comes?"

She made a frustrated noise but didn't stop me so I continued. Her panties got caught on one foot and I worked them off, throwing them into a corner. I then went after the draw string on my PJs. The cuts and juices on my hand made it hard to get at the knot.

"Help me with this." I said. She sat up and pulled at the strings, untying them with little effort. Her fingers were warm against my waist as she pulled my PJs and boxers down. Released from clothes my cock jutted up like a flag pole. Looking at it, I don't think I've ever been this excited. One of her hands went to my shaft and stroked while the other massaged my balls. I enjoyed her attention for a few moments but knew that the best part was about to start.

"Lay down." I said. She responded and I pulled her toward me, hiking the robe up to expose her stomach. It was flat, her belly button a small dent in a pale white board. A neat row of black hair marked her womanhood. It glistened at me, yes, she was definitely ready. I spread her legs and kicked off my PJs. Touching the head of my cock to her entrance sent another jolt through me and she twitched too.

"Condom? She asked.

"There were no condoms in prehistory." I said and eased into her. There was resistance even with her being so lubed up. She wasn't a virgin but wasn't very active either. My passage through her felt amazing, her tunnel rubbed me all the way to her cervix. When the head of my cock pressed against her womb, I stopped for a moment, letting her get used to me. I pulled back and gave an experimental thrust. She arched her back when I bottomed out and let out a small whimper.

"Go slow," she pleaded and I did, easing my cock almost out and then slowly thrusting it back in. I had to make this last and obliging her seemed like the best way. It had been over a year since I'd been with someone and I'd almost forgotten the feeling. The head of my cock rubbed against her insides, firing off sparks of pleasure. We couldn't find each other's rhythm but it didn't matter. She moaned as we moved and her cunt quivered around me. I gasped at one point when my head came in contact with the door to her womb. I swear I felt her inner parts rub against me in welcome.

Leaning over her I thrust deeply into her. I wanted the head of my cock to press firmly against her cervix when I came. Her cup must be filled or so she said and I intended to do my part. Our motion never got in sync, she raised her hips as I pulled back and I thrust as she lowered them. It didn't matter, I rubbed her in ways that made her gasp and I felt parts of her that made me want more. It wasn't long though before the pressure began to build. I picked up speed, she tried to say something but it caught in her throat. I don't think I could have followed her request anyway, I was working completely on the animal impulse to breed.

The first tingles of precum escaping let me know it was time. I moaned at the pressure and she wrapped her legs around me in response. I wouldn't have been able to pull out even if she let me. So I let go inside her. I came so hard it hurt, a tearing pain followed by a thick jet of my cum straight into her unprotected cunt. I felt it rebound against her cervix. Then came the pleasure, that feeling of lightness that comes with spilling seed. The thought of my cum seeping into her womb had me cumming again. Another jet, less painful this time but the high just as good. I had saved up a lot over the year and I felt her begin to fill with all of it.

"Oh, god. It's warm. I feel it in me, so warm." She said, as she writhed under me.

I stayed in even after the last spurt, I wanted to make sure I emptied my balls completely. I felt her cervix pulse as it drank my seed, quickly at first, then slowing to an eventual stop. The thought of my sperm swimming into her womb and up her Fallopian tubes toward a waiting egg made me a little light headed. Would it happen our first time? We did it in the name of a fertility goddess, wasn't impregnation the point. I didn't know and could think clearly, too many thoughts banging around in my head. I eased my cock out and I felt her cunt pop closed as I left. Still tight even after our session.

We should have been face to face but only the black pool of her hood stared back at me with only the tip of her nose sticking out. I felt like I should kiss her but something warned me against it. The way the hood stayed up and the blackness within weren't natural. We watched each other for a moment before she spoke.

"Get off, there's another part of the ritual."

I obliged her by getting up and off the bed. I watched as she shuffled her feet toward me and hiked up the robe all the way to her stomach. Placing her hands below her belly button, right where her womb was, she arched her legs and spread them. Showing me her womanhood. It was wet with her own juices. A bead of my cum dripped out as she began to chant. The sight made me want to go back for more, I looked down and watched as my cock stiffened. I had to check myself though. She was in the middle of something and what we just had was amazing but unreal. I was into my fifties and I'd just fucked a girl like I was high on coke and viagra. Something was influencing us, was this Micha Nektana real, did she bestow her blessing on people who rutted in her name? Or maybe it was just an old man getting wrapped up in the pheromones of a young coed. I didn't know so I just stood there listening and watching.

The words of her chant crept into my thoughts. They were hypnotic and I found myself nodding in rhythm with them. Even though I didn't understand a word. Images of men and women breeding under a star filled sky flashed through my mind. Some of the rutting pairs were more ape than human. It was still erotic a hell and above them all something watched, not malevolently, but lovingly. A giant mother watching her children at play. The vision ended with the girl's chanting.

I watched her for a bit, but she didn't move, just layed there breathing slowly. I wasn't sure what to do from here besides get dressed. I picked up my PJs and put them back on, tying the draw string was still tricky but I took my time. Then walked over to where I'd thrown her panties and retrieved them. She thanked me when I handed them to her.

"That was the first time a guy came in me. Is it normally so warm?" She asked.

"No... At least my wife never mentioned it."

"You're married?"

"Divorced, ex-wife."

"Oh"

I left her lying on the bed and headed to the bathroom. I wanted to give her some time alone. I picked up the dagger on the way and took it with me. I wasn't confident she wouldn't still use it on me, I also wanted it for leverage, just in case she tried to accuse me of something. The light in the bathroom blinded me when I turned it on. I looked at myself in the mirror, an older man, bald with a five o'clock shadow and white chest hair, started back. It was me but I was having trouble processing everything that had happened. The attempt on my life, the sex and then the visions. Was I dreaming? I looked at the cuts on my hand and washed them in the sink. The sting of the water on the wounds told me it wasn't a dream. I might have been drugged and this all a hallucination but the dagger was real so it couldn't be that.

I had more questions for my fuck buddy but first I had to take care of a few things. I took a long piss then washed and bandaged my hands. Preserving the evidence would be the next. So I took the dagger to the kitchenette and put it in a plastic bag. That should keep the blood and fingerprints from getting wiped off, at least I hoped so. I stashed it in the back of one of the cupboards. Someone searching thoroughly would find it but I figured it would be safe for a while. Now it was time to talk to my partner.

When I got back to the bedroom she was gone. I searched the apartment but didn't find her. How she came and went without me seeing her made me nervous. She could return or one of her sisters could, not to mention their psychotic high priestess. I turned the place upside down looking for another way in but never found it. I had to settle with locking the door to the bedroom and blocking it with boxes. I didn't think I would be able to sleep but I got into bed anyway. It smelled of her and sex, that relaxed me somehow and I drifted off.

The next morning was almost routine, I got up, did some calisthenics and started the coffee maker. Next came breakfast and drinking coffee while trying to puzzle out what happened last night. It became pretty obvious that without my partner to question I was just spinning my wheels. I checked on the dagger and it was still there. It would need a better hiding place so I put it in my work bag and got ready for work. My life was like that the next couple of days, almost painfully normal. I worked on the collection, the librarian continued to give me hell. No mysterious robed woman visited me at night. Nor did weird visions or messages from the divine appear to me. I did find a place for the knife though. A hidey-hole in the kitchen that smelled of alcohol. The dorm was supposed to be dry so it was probably a place where students stashed their liquor. I checked on it daily but it never moved or disappeared. I also locked and blocked the door to my bedroom just in case.

It was the following week when something did occur. I was in the Archaeology building trying to track down a missing folio when I heard some students talking. Something about their conversation tickled the hairs on the back of my neck. They were standing in the hallway huddled in a group so I eased around a corner to eavesdrop.

"She aced the quiz," one said.

"I didn't even know she was in the class, she's so quiet."

"Which one is she anyway? The one with the big nose, black hair?

"Yes, I think her name is Alexandria, don't know her last name though."

They talked a bit more about her, how she just seemed to change overnight from quiet almost non-existent to someone who practically glowed when they entered the room. Words like found herself or coming out of her shell were thrown around. I wasn't sure it was my mysterious visitor but I thought it could be. It didn't matter though, she hadn't returned since that night and if it was her. Apparently she got what she wanted and I was glad to help. The students quieted as I walked by and a few gave me funny looks, probably due to the smile I had.