Kulthu: Nectar

Kulthu: Nectar

Mesaha's heart raced as her eyes darted across the warm, gentle waves. Her toes were dug into the soft sand, and the water reached about the height of her chest. The small waves slapped about her exposed breasts, while she tried to keep herself steady with her feet planted far enough apart to offer generous access to what would otherwise be her soaking wet pussy. In front of her was only the blue vault of the afternoon sky and the vastness of the sea which she was quickly learning hid many secrets.

She was at the entrance of a sea cave, on one side where the rock sprang from the water and arched behind her. There was a small, relatively shallow sandy depression bound by rocks on either side, and opened to the ocean. At the very edge of this tiny cove is where she stood.

It wasn't the sea that she was afraid of, not anymore. She was a Bride of Kulthu, now. The great Elden god had taken her, and she had full faith in his protection. It was her, well, wifely duties that she was still getting accustomed to.

It had been less than a month since she'd been offered up as a sacrifice during the Alignment. But, when Kulthu emerged from the sea, she'd been so overwhelmed that she'd actually passed out. She didn't dare tell anyone in the Temple, however. Mesaha was afraid they'd think there was something wrong with her.

What normally happened after Kulthu had his way with one of the sacrificial women is she'd be found still chained to the post. The grateful villagers would shower her with flowers and praise, and she'd be carried up to the top of the hill, where the cult of the Great Kuthu was rendered. There, she would be inducted as one of the Brides, the priestesses who managed the Temple and cared for the souls of those who prayed to the protector of the village.

What was kept secret was hidden at the very back of the Temple that stood atop the hill. An entrance in the rock, with hewn stone stairs that wound down into a deep and yawning sea cave. The main entrance from the sea was below the water, and remained hidden for anyone passing in a boat. But there were some smaller cracks that offered secluded access to the sea from the Temple.

And that was where Mesaha found herself. A couple weeks after she'd been taken as a Bride, she'd awoken to find her breasts swollen and more sensitive. Her nipples were wet, and with some massaging from one of the elder priestesses, had produced milk.

At first, Mesaha worried she was pregnant, but the other Brides assured her that's not how it worked. Instead, it meant that she was now ready for her first Nectar harvest. She'd learned that nectar was that pinkish juice that produced intense arousal and all the Brides reveled in drinking. Now she would find out where it came from.

About half a dozen other Brides lounged around the little cove just behind Mesaha, offering her encouragement and telling her what to do. Some had their ankles in the water, others gently tapped the water with their hands, clearly calling for something. They were all nude, except for a specialized pouch that was strapped between their breasts, with cords wrapping around their backs and along the sides of their boobs to press them together around the pouch.

The waves sloshed around and jiggled Mesaha's enlarged breasts, tickling her sensitive and turgid nipples. Milk alternately dripped and was washed away with the water, taken into sea to entice the Onomater to come. To sweeten the offer, Mesaha's fingers rubbed quickly across her clit, sparking spasms of pleasure to course through her body. The mixture of fear and deep arousal from the nectar, gave them particular intensity. More importantly, her juices were also carried into the water, pulling her scent into the briny depths. She'd been told that she could cum, and that would actually help; but she felt afraid of losing her grip in the water. Instead, she found it increasingly hard to resist going over the edge of orgasm, fearing that soon the mere tickle of the water would be enough.

The Onomater brought the nectar, but what it was or what it looked like, Mesaha didn't really know. The other girls either giggled or gave vague answers, some saying it was Kulthu's pet. While others seemed to imply it was part of the Kulthu, like one of his appendages.

One of the other Brides stood in shallower water to Mesaha's side, and a little behind her. She gave constant encouragement to the new girl, guiding her through her first encounter with the Onomater. While Mesaha had black, wavy hair and deep brown eyes, the Bride had a lighter complexion, with blue eyes and wispy sandy hair. Where she stood, the water came up to about the level of her crotch, with the waves lapping between her legs. Occasionally a drop of two of milk would fall off the tips of the hard nipples at the end of her ample breasts.

"There he is!" said the Bride excitedly. The other Brides on the shore stirred with interest, and Mesaha swung around to look where her companion was pointing. Just a few yards in front of her, the new girl could see a pink thing protruding out of the water, maybe about as long as the length of a hand and twice the thickness of a thumb. It tapered towards the top, where it had a slightly darker bulb that swayed a bit.

But, it was clearly attached to something much bigger underneath the water. The waves were calm behind it, and maybe a yard further back, a dark green flat object was visible just above the water. It had holes on either end and small shimmering orbs next to them.

Mesaha froze. "It's OK," reassured the bride to her side, "just let him come closer." Mesaha didn't know if that's at all what she wanted, but the nectar in her veins was screaming in the affirmative.

Instead, the creature started to lift out of the water, exposing a craggy, dark-green triangular shape, like a snout, with the pink protrusion at the tip. It was at least a couple of yards long, with a hard rounded top and beneath it what looked like large teeth, each at least the size of a hand. Water seeped through where they interlocked.

Mesaha must have squeaked in fear, because the Bride said urgently but reassuringly, "Don't worry, he's just checking you out. It's totally normal. He hasn't seen you before, so he wants to make sure you're one of us. Just- just put your hands behind your back and make sure he can get between your legs."

In her surprise and fear, Mesaha had instinctively put her hands over her crotch area. She quickly glanced back at the Bride given the odd instruction to see her companion had lowered herself in the water so her hips were below the waves and was holding her hands above the surface. Mesaha gathered her composure and pulled her shaking hands away to hastily clasp them behind her back. Her legs were also shaking a little as the arousal and fear fought to dominate her mind. Though it would take every ounce of her will, she would not succumb to the darkness like last time. Not with all the other Brides watching.

"He can't see well out of the water," the other Bride continued to explain, "so he recognizes us by our sex." Mesaha glanced down into the water and saw that the light colored sand right in front of her wasn't visible; there was something long and dark sliding out from the Onomater, extending towards her. The shifting waves made it impossible to tell what it was. "Just keep your legs open so he can have a clear access. It's fine, we've all done it. It's your first time, so he hasn't seen you before, and might take a bit to get used to you. Just stay open so he feels welcome and wants to come in."

Mesaha tried to keep her legs from buckling, and she was too scared to even say anything. Just do as she was told, she thought, and it will all work out. But it was taking so long, or so it seemed. Despite the teeth in the huge, triangular thing in front of her, she couldn't help but stare down into the water where the dark object was now stretched almost between her legs. It seemed to writhe, and was probably tubular and at least as thick as her leg. Or was it made up of a bunch of smaller tentacles squirming together?

"It's OK," repeated the Bride, "You're doing great. He's taking a little time to inspect you. Maybe if you slowly bring one of your hands around and spread your pussy lips, he mi-" her breath caught, "ooh, nevermind." Mesaha tensed to prevent herself from jumping, because at that very second she'd just felt a bunch of soft hair-like things twitching around between her legs. She could feel they were attached to something big and hard just inches below her pussy lips. Thousands of little feelers, searching over her mound.

The Bride's voice came raspy, "Don't move, it's OK. He might t- touch you a bit, just let him get to know you." And she let out a groan. Mesaha finally managed to glance over to her. The Bride was now standing, so the water was just an inch or so below her crotch area. Her hands were clasped into fists above the waves, and she was breathing heavily. The water between her legs churned and a dark green, cylindrical thing could be seen shoving up into her pussy, thrusting back and forth, foaming the sea water. The Bride stayed as still as she could, with the milk now starting to dribble from her nipples down over her stomach. Mesaha couldn't help but stare, before her attention was brought back to her own plight.

The little feelers between Mesaha had quickly found what they were looking for, and she felt them digging around in her pussy lips. They squirmed around her clit, but a larger number slipped between her folds and whisked around the entrance to her sex. Seeing what was going on with the Bride and aware of the thing between her legs, Mesaha braced herself for something to push into her pussy. But after a couple of seconds, the feelers were suddenly gone.

Before Mesaha could react, the creature surged forward, the pink tubular thing with a ball on the end almost heading straight for her. But she saw the teeth beneath it, and couldn't stop herself from letting out a scream before it stopped, floating in the water less than a foot away from her.

Close up, she got a better view of it and an appreciation for just how big it was. Even though the Onomater sank in the water and the teeth mostly disappeared, it was still floating several inches above the surface. It looked like it had a slick, smooth skin over hard bone, with a somewhat rounded ridge that slowly widened as it went back. Beyond that was the flat thing with two holes and orbs she'd observed, but it seemed to be bigger, like swelling or lifting out of the water.

"His nose pod," the Bride said breathily, trying to keep helping the new girl despite what was going on between her legs. She pointed at the pink tubular thing with a bulb on the top, "You're supposed to - nnnghh - to kiss it." The other girls had entered the water now, and were standing in something like a semicircle, waiting in the cove behind.

Mesaha looked at the pink bulb swaying in front of her and then back to the Bride, not understanding. The creature was blocking the whole of the entrance to the cove now, and the water and the waves were gone. Still, the little bulb bobbed around a bit.

"Yeah," the Bride rhasped, miming taking the tubular thing in her hands. "Take it gently and kiss it, softly." The sea had become silent, and this brought up the sound of the tentacle sloshing as it pushed into the Bride's pussy. But now, new pinkish tentacles were writhing around her thighs, crawling out of the water and up her body.

Forcing herself to look away, Mesaha gingerly grabbed the protuberance thing, just below the bulb. It was surprisingly soft, and seemed quite sensitive. It started out maybe as thick as a wrist at the bottom but quickly tapered to be about as thick as a couple of fingers just below the bulb. The bulb itself seemed to have lumps around it, like a small head of garlic, and with a top in the shape of a soft point. Though it was only about the size of a very small plum. Mesaha gently gave it a peck with her lips, and then glanced back at the Bride.

"More," the other girl groaned, "kiss it, fondle it." The pink tentacles had squirmed around until they found the trickle of milk from her breasts, and quickly scurried up the rivulets of milk to find her nipples. The Bride moaned as they wrapped around her waist for support, while the end of the tentacle split open into four triangular petals, with little suckers on the inside. At the base of the petals was a ring of flesh, surrounded by little wriggling pink tentacles. The girl quickly guided each of the tentacle petals to settle squarely over each of her nipples, where they quickly latched on, sucking rhythmically. The Bride groaned, "Great Kulthu I'm gonna cum!" but managed to lock eyes with Mesaha for a second to let out a strangled, "kiss it!" before succumbing to her orgasm.

Mesaha was a bit bewildered, but turned back to awkwardly plant some more kisses on the bulb. The other Brides, however, seemed to be getting impatient. "Put it in your mouth!" shouted one to be heard over the orgasmic cries of her companion. Even as Mesaha parted her lips to do so, another added, "yeah, suck it like a cock!" The new initiate was able to draw the whole bulb into her mouth, as gently as she could, mindful of the huge creature it was attached to.

At first, she tasted only sea water. But, once that was sucked away, the soft skin had a clean almost ocean taste to it that she couldn't quite describe. The little ridges, she soon discovered, were from lumps that would move and squirm as she flicked her tongue over it. She was extremely sensitive to how her ministrations were being received, and was quickly gratified to feel a soft pulse in the stalk of the bulbus thing. And then it started growing.

Before being picked as a sacrifice, Mesaha had had quite a bit of experience with human cocks, and as the bulbous thing seemed to behave and react like one, she became quite comfortable in her technique. As it began to grow, the creature seemed to relax, and the Brides expressed approval. "Look at her go!" said one, "That's it, he likes a bit of stroking" added another, "the very top is the most sensitive part", advised a further one.

As Mesaha tried bobbing her head on the penile protuberance, she glanced up to see that the flat part of the Onomater was lifting up, hinging toward her. Then she stopped, as a bunch of tentacles spilled out from behind what she now realized was a protective crust at the top of the creature. The tentacles were pink and writhing, like the ones that had attacked the Bride just a minute ago. Appreciative "oooh"s and "aahhh"s came from the other girls, as the wiggling, sloppy tentacles splashed into the water.

Suddenly the bulbous thing slipped from Mesaha's mouth and before she knew what was going on, the Onomater plunged down in front of her and between her legs. She was picked up, balancing on the smooth curved surface of the creature's top as it surged forward, and carrying her back into the cove. It splashed down in the shallow water beyond to giddy cries from the Brides around it, leaving Mesaha straddling the round snout, her hands trying to hold onto the craggy top near where the shell opened with the tentacles still splashing out.

The Brides fell into the shallow water filled with tentacles, giggling and laughing as the pink tubular arms of the Onomater squirmed over them. The tentacles seemed almost fighting with themselves in their eagerness to get to the girls' breasts, wrapping around any bit of skin, jostling with each other. The Brides had to help arrange the wriggly tube-like appendages, guiding the tips to attach properly to their nipples. The girls would sigh with pleasure when the tentacle heads started to suckle, and the rest of the appendage would finally relax, pulsing along its length as it brought the milk back to the Onomater.

One of the Brides held back, in the shallower water. "Mesaha!" she said urgently, "You've got to put it inside you!" She gestured behind Mesaha. When the creature came to rest, the humped ridge was at a slight angle, causing Mesaha to slide down until her feet hit sand and the bulbous tubular thing was pressed against her buttocks. She tried to turn to look behind her, but the urgency had increased in the Bride's voice, "Quickly, so he stays relaxed and doesn't move. You've got to put it in your pussy!"

Mesaha lifted her hips and the penile protuberance bounced up between her legs, standing firmly, exactly in the right position to penetrate her. She'd forgotten just how intensely and overwhelmingly aroused she was, and without thinking her thighs lowered her onto the bulb. It was quite swollen and pressed against her entrance briefly, but it was covered in a slippery slime and she was dripping wet. It pushed into her, as she groaned aloud. The ridges along the bulb shifted and turned inside her, sliding over every sensitive part of her sex. By the time she'd gone down the length and her mound touched the slightly rough top of the creature, it only took that little bit of stimulus to push her into her first orgasm.

While Mesaha's body shook from the violence of cumming, the other Bride dashed into the water beside her. Quickly she guided Mesaha's hands to convenient bumps on the side of Onomater's side, to hold on to so she wouldn't fall off as she lost control of most of her body to unspeakable pleasure. A moment later, Mesaha was able to steady herself and found that the height of the creature's snout-like thing was quite comfortable for her to straddle and move her hips over the protuberance that was now deep in her eager pussy.

"That was good, hunh?" said the Bride while Mesaha could only stare dreamily, parts of her body still twitching from the orgasm. "Wait 'till you feel what's next." Tentacles that were swirling around her ankles in the water started squirming their way up her legs. "Listen carefully," the Bride emphasized, "you must keep him in your pussy now, for as long as he wants. You can ride it like a cock, or grind your clit, whatever gets you off. But it's really important he stays inside you, OK?" Mesaha nodded. Pink wormlike things were slithering over the Bride's hips, wiggling around through her crotch. She groaned, bent down and reached into the teeming water to pull out a tentacle.

Mesaha was now bent a bit forward, leaning lightly on her arms, which left her breasts dangling. Milk dripped freely from her nipples, splashing onto the Onomater below. The Bride brought the squirming head of the tentacle up, and as soon as a drop of milk hit it, it split open into four petals. Mesaha got a close look at the rows of little suckers on the petals, and the wriggling feelers at the base. "This will feel really good," said the Bride breathlessly, with tentacles now scurrying up her belly and chest. The writhing tube in the Bride's hand practically jumped to attach itself squarely on Mesaha's nipple.

As the Bride bent down to get another tentacle, Mesaha groaned aloud and could feel the next orgasm about to crash over her even though she'd hardly moved her hips on the penile protuberance that was nestled deep in her pussy. The tentacle kept wiggling, stimulating her areola, as the suckers activated in waves, enhancing the sensation. The base of the petals tightened about her nipple, and she could feel the milk being sucked out as the feelers, wicked over her sensitive skin. An instant after the Bride attached the second tentacle, Mesaha's second orgasm crashed over her.

When Mesaha came back from the fields of ecstasy, the Bride was still next to her, but shaking as she was clearly on the verge of her own orgasm. A split had appeared in the Onomater's skin, a pink fold opening. A short pinkish tentacle, shaped a bit like a penis, slithered out. The Bride pointed to it, saying simply, "your reward for being a good girl." Instinctively, Mesaha leaned forward a bit to pick it up with her lips and pull it in her mouth. It was covered in a pinkish liquid, and tasted like a mixture of salted honey with some flowery tones she couldn't quite recognize. When she sucked on the tentacle, more of the liquid spilled into her mouth. Its taste was not quite like the nectar she'd had before.

But, not only did it taste different, she was soon aware of a different effect. Unlike the nectar that inspired a raw, unrelenting desire of arousal, this provided a warm flow of intense sexual contentment and... belonging. She felt like this was exactly where she was meant to be, with orgasmic pleasure flowing from her mouth and up from her hips bucking and grinding her clit against the creature's skin. She quickly lost any concept of time as orgasm after orgasm blended together.

That's how Mesaha stayed for the rest of the harvest. The other Brides, after getting the tentacles properly attached to their breasts, sought out some thicker ones, with deep purple veins along them. They were shorter and didn't wriggle like the other ones. The girls would suckle on them for a little bit, until the nectar started to seep out from a slit at the end. Then the tentacle would be gently placed in the pouch strapped between each Bride's breasts. The girl would gently stroke and encourage the tentacle to fill up the pouch. Sometimes she'd take it back to suckle on a bit, to ensure a strong flow.

The cove became calm, with just contented moans and orgasmic sighs as the Onomater fed on the girl's milk and gave them the nectar. The sun had moved down the horizon quite a bit by the time the pouches were all full, and the tentacles started to detach from the girls' nipples, having drunk their fill.

Mesaha became aware when the tentacle in her mouth grew soft and started to retreat back into the slit in the Onomater's top. The bulb in her pussy softened, and started to slide out, too. "No, no, no!" she pleaded desperately. But she was too exhausted. The tentacles detached from her breasts, leaving red marks where the suckers had been. As the Onomater started to slowly slide back into the sea, Mesaha was too tired to even sit up, and collapsed into the shallow water. She felt a sad despair welling up at the thought it was over, but it was washed away by a clear certainty that it would happen again. She couldn't wait.