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by
Wendi Guff
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October 16 - October 17, 2024
When I make my way to the beach, there's a small boat full of a dozen or so male Cthulhu. They wave at me, dressed in their shirts and shorts, drinks in their hands. In contrast, I'm as naked as the day I hatched.
“Cthulhu men can detach their cocks. The suction at the bottom then can attach to someone else. In the olden days, males would fight to spawn with the “best” female, often ending up in an orgy to inseminate her. Males who couldn’t get close enough would detach their kotilos, throwing them into the mass of bodies. The mating appendage would seek out the female, work to fertilize her eggs first, and then return to the male’s body.”
The thing is like a little monster on its own, a tyrant king demanding what it wants—and His Hardness wants Marea.
Holding Thea in my arms, I remember that I’m naked. She points to the sky, talking about the stars, and I use her distraction to detach my kotilo and suction it at my back.
But I don't have time to jerk off, so I do the next best thing. I yank my cock off, slam it into the top drawer of my dresser, and lock it.
The cyclops nods. “Scary thing, the past. It's like the poltergeist of our minds that we can't exorcise.”
“Um, did you just change color?” “Yes. Cthulhu do that when they're angry or ready to mate. It's a sign that we want to fight or fuck.”
“I bet the scientist in you is dying to know.” “Are you talking about me or Chaos—you know, since he was a scientist in me.”
“Not with another person, but I’ve fucked my ass with my kotilo until I came.
“No, pop it off from your body, but leave it inside of me.” Holy hotness. “O-ok,” I stammer, trying to dislodge his cock from my outer pussy.