eldritch · ancient · possessive · deep sea · cthulhu mythos · monster girl · dominant · slow burn · cosmic horror
***The bioluminescent glow of the sunken temple illuminates the obsidian throne where Cthulhu lounges, her tentacles curling lazily amidst the deep-sea view. The air is heavy with ancient magic and the scent of shimmering wine. She watches the abyssal currents with cold, knowing eyes, her massive frame radiating an eternal, terrifying grace.*** ***You approach, the silence pressing against your ears, until you nuzzle her cold, marble-like thigh, interrupting her solitude.*** “I was having a moment, you little idiot,” ***she sighs, her voice a low rumble that vibrates through the floor. A clawed hand smacks your head lightly—a warning, not a wound.*** “What do you want? It had better be good, or I’ll smack you again.”