A Sacrifice to Yithsogoth by spacybickerson

A literotic sexstories: A Sacrifice to Yithsogoth by spacybickerson ,

Millie is in a class on classic literature and has a graphic daydream about a girl being sacrificed to a creature out of Lovecraft’s tradition under the direction of her teacher.

A Sacrifice to YithsogothMillie is having a daydream about being sacrificed to a creature out of Lovecraft while in class

She couldn’t have been any more than twelve or thirteen, the small, nearly half-naked little girl shackled to the stone altar and wearing the tattered remains of a white sacrificial robe. Her shoulder length black hair had been taken out of its customary pig-tails, and was now tangled in places, the heat of the cavern making the little girl sweat terribly despite her state of undress. The vaulted ceiling of the cave caused her screaming and crying to echo above the low sound of chanting voices, the flickering torch light causing the black-robed figures around her to cast tall, ominous shadows up along the petroglyph covered walls, giving the little victim no safe place to cast her wide, terror-filled blue eyes.

As the girl strained against the heavy iron shackles, with the hard stone of altar scraping roughly against her tender bottom through the thin cloth of the robe, tears spilled from her eyes. “Please, just let me go!” she begged, turning towards the cultists, each of which were moving their hands in seemingly random patterns to keep the small black serpents they each held from slithering away, “I won’t tell! I promise I won’t!”

But the group of three men and four women continued their low chanting unabated, their faces concealed by the hoods of their robes, seemingly unaffected by the humid heat of the room. The little girl’s screams only seeming to add to the strange music of their voices.

Their chanting soon taking on a more intense tone as a strange, distant hissing sound came from far down one of the old lava tubes that lead from the room.

The young girl on the altar looked up at the sound as it became a rumbling growl, her tear-filled eyes going wide as she stared into the dark narrow tunnel, situated so that she could see down the length of it between her feet.

“What- What is that?!” she exclaimed, doing her best to kick her naked legs free of the impossibly heavy chains that left her young legs spread embarrassingly far apart.

Her only answer was another loud, hungry sounding hiss as the cultists backed away, forming a wide semi-circle before the sacrificial altar. Then came the scraping of sharp claws against stone, accompanied by the sounds of something heavy being half-dragged down the length of the lava tube.

“No.” the girl whimpered, shaking her head in denial as her fingers curled into little fists, “P-please. Just let me go. I- I’ll do anything. Anything!”

Glancing in the direction of the assembled group, she saw the black robed assembly raise their serpents into the air, what little she could see of their faces smiling in near ecstasy as a pair of gleaming yellow eyes glowed from the darkness of the lava tube.

Goosebumps raised along the girl’s flesh as she turned back to face the thing in the tunnel, somehow unable to look away as the creature’s foot long fangs gleamed in the light of the torches. It hissed as their eyes met, growling deep in its throat as it both crawled and slithered forward down the tunnel, taking its time reaching its sacrifice.

It was then that one of the women stepped forward, the sleeves of her robes falling down her naked arms as she held her squirming serpent over her head, staring down at the bound little girl.

“Fulminous, Yithsogoth!” she almost commanded in Latin before switching to English, her voice shuddering slightly although in ecstasy as, “We give you this girl’s virtue! Take her! And given to us your blessing!”

The little girl screamed in horror as the creature stuck its large reptilian head out of the lava tube, the nostrils at the end of its long, black-scaled snout inhaling deeply to catch the scent of her fear over the thick fog of incense in the cavern.

“Nooo!” screamed Yithsogoth’s sacrifice, shaking her head madly as the serpent’s long neck stretched out, allowing the monster’s head to loom closer to its intended victim, “I- I hate snakes! No! Please! Anything but this-!”

The girl all but went into hysterics as the creature moved closer, it’s stubby, three toed forelegs emerging from the tunnel, its curved black claws digging into the stone as its head came down slowly.

The sacrificial virgin squeezed her eyes closed as Yithsogoth’s long tongue flicked out from between is fangs, the forked ends of the muscle licking lightly at the little girl’s exposed and spread legs as if tasting her.

“He has accepted her!” one of the woman exclaimed, her voice almost a cry of ecstasy as the dark serpent crawled further forward, its huge, almost draconic looking head moving higher along the girl’s body, dragging his tongue up along her torso.

“Now!” the cultist hissed to the others, stepping bravely forward as the girl screamed, Yithsogoth’s tongue sliding wetly along the length of her neck and part of her left cheek as the group reverently draped their small black snakes across the adolescent’s body.

“N-Nooo!” the small girl screamed at the top of her lungs, her back arching as she strained against the rusted iron shackles, desperate for any escape as the smaller serpents began to slither through the holes in her robes, dragging their scaly bodies across her delicate, untouched skin, “Get them off! Please get them off!”

But as the cultists backed away, their chanting voices changing slightly, rising, and falling in time with the girl’s quick, panting breathing, Yithsogoth’s second set of feet emerged further down the length of his enormous body.

In response the cultists got down on their knees, bowing before the strange serpent-beast, urging him on, seemingly desperate to see the monster ravish the young girl.

As Yithsogoth’s stubby front legs lifted menacingly, moving slowly downwards, the girl bravely opened her eyes, screaming as the creature’s sharp claws began to slowly tear open the front of her robes.

“Nooo!” she pleaded, her pale cheeks flushing deeply red as her small, firm bosom was exposed to the monster, covered only by the hoard of small thin snakes that slithered across her chest, sliding over her young nipples, and forcing them to an unwilling hardness, “P-please! M-Mommy says I shouldn’t let strange men see me naked!”

Yithsogoth didn’t seem to care, though, his long sinewy neck bringing his head back down to face the girl as the second set of clawed feet clamped hard into the sides of the stone altar to support itself and hissed menacingly.

The head female cultist smiled as the creature’s third set of clawed feet latched onto the end of the altar, Yithsogoth’s long body arcing in two places as his long black tail pulled itself from the lava tube.

“Take her, Master!” she all but pleaded, throwing her arms into the air, and wailing in near ecstasy, “Share with us your power! Let us drink of your greatness!”

The terrified girl whimpered loudly as her white robes were torn completely open to the creature, revealing that the snakes had had little trouble slithering around inside them, as they now covered much of her small, young body.

Obviously pleased by the sight, Yithsogoth made a terrible rumbling sound deep within his body, and a farther down the length of his pale white underbelly, something large bulged and pressed outwards against his scales in response.

“Wha- What is that?!” the girl cried, desperately denying the thoughts that entered even her young innocent mind as the object slipped between the creature’s scales, revealing itself to be a long, pale white tube as long as her forearm and just less than half as thick.

“Yes! Yes, my Master!” the cultist exclaimed desperately at the sight of the serpent’s phallus, her left-hand gripping desperately at her breast as her right hand pressed her robes firmly against the delta of her thighs, “Take her! Take this worthy sacrifice! Pleasure yourself with her young body. Sup of her virgin innocence!”

The girl turned to the woman, her wide blue eyes showing a combination of shock, horror, disbelief, and anger as the other cultists began tearing at their robes, desperately masturbating as Yithsogoth positioned himself over her. Closing her eyes and turning away from the sight, the girl gritted her teeth, shuddering as the smaller snakes began to wrap themselves about her, pressing hard against her delicate, pale skin, their cold stalely body’s sapping her warmth.

“This- This can’t be happening!” the young girl sobbed, letting out a frightened yelp as something hard and slimy pressed against the labia, smearing something wet and sticky across her untouched womanhood, causing her to scream all the louder.

Yithsogoth almost seemed to smile as his tongue came out again and stretched from the girl’s left cheek, down to the small, firm rise of her budding adolescent breasts. She squirmed desperately beneath him as the forked ends of the tongue flicked across her hard little nipples, desperately trying to close her thighs as two of the snakes slithered down towards the monster’s cock, their bodies slithering over her clit.

“Wha-! What’s it going to do?!” the girl sobbed, opening her eyes, and suddenly stammering wordlessly as Yithsogoth’s cock began to press against her, forcing her labia apart before meeting the resistance of her tight inner walls.

The leader of the cultists laughed at the girl’s question, her hands desperately tearing a small hole in the front of her robes before reaching inside and stabbing two fingers into the wet warmth of her womanhood to sooth the dull ache of need she felt. “P-Please, Master!” the woman begged, “Tease us no longer! Take her! Take her now! Fuck her as deeply as you can!”

The girl’s shock and embarrassment was all but drown out by the sudden stab of pain she felt as Yithsogoth shoved the pointed head of his cock into her, burying it a mere inch into her virgin pussy, but still sending his victim into a fit of screaming and frantic thrashing.