Chapter 115: Interlude: Conclusion

Nyarlathotep’s eyes flashed with a predatory lust as he heard Mirko’s words. A gasp of surprise left her lips as he moved too fast for her to react to, grasping her under the knees and forcing her legs up over her ears, bending her like a pretzel, into a mating press position.

"You’re mine, Mirko."

He growled, his voice low and gruff with need.

"Mine to breed, mine to fill with my children."

Mirko tried to sneer at him, though her bite was definitely taken out of it, from her incredibly submissive position beneath him. And the tension she felt pulsing in her dripping pussy.

"I’m gonna wring you dry and make you give me the strongest kid."

She murmured

"Sure, whatever you say."

He chuckled. Then he pushed forward and sank inside her, thrusting deeper and harder into her tight, welcoming depths.

"AAAAAAAGH!"

Mirko’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped as a squeal was forced out of her lips. He could feel her body stretching and accommodating him, her muscles quivering around his cock as if begging for more of his divine seed.

And another squeal slipped from her lips.

"Ooh fuck! Daddy, yes Daddy~! Mmnn~!"

Mirko screamed.

The bed frame began to rock, their bodies moved in a primal dance, his hips bucking against hers as he claimed her over and over again. The room was filled with the scent of arousal and the sticky sound of their flesh colliding, a symphony of desire and power that seemed to echo through the very fabric of reality.

Mirko’s eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned and writhed beneath him, her nails digging into the sheets and her body arching to meet his every thrust. She could feel his cock pulsing within her, his power building with every stroke, and she knew she was going to cum again.

"Cum for me, Daddy," she begged, her voice strained with pleasure. "Flood me with your baby batter, I want to feel you fill me up!"

Her walls tightened around him, her orgasm building until it was almost painful, and then with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the bed, she came once more. Her pussy spasmed and clenched down on him, her fluids gushing out around his shaft and drenching the bed beneath them.

The Elder God grinned down at her, his sharp teeth flashing in the dim light as he quickened his pace, feeling his own climax approaching.

"You’re going to be the mother of my children,"

He whispered, his voice almost tender amidst the chaos of their fucking.

"And I will make sure you never forget it."

He leaned down and kissed her, shoving his tongue in her mouth and dominating her tongue with his own, wrestling hers into submission nearly instantly even as she fought back with all her might.

"Mmn!"

She groaned loudly as he ravaged her.

Her breasts squished against his broad chest, his hands grabbing and squeezing them. Mirk’os instincts roared at her, telling her he was a powerful breeding stock.

He slammed his cock to the edge of her womb, right inside it. She felt her lower half submit when his cock reached into her womb, and mind-numbing pleasure coarse through her body. How he didn’t tear her apart, she didn’t know, nor did she care at the moment. She just felt too damn good!

"FUCK YESSSSSH!"

She hissed as he pulled his lips from her own, leering up into her delirious lustful eyes that were in a glazed state.

"Fucking own my cunt! Your little bunny cunt!"

Following her orders with a final, brutal thrust, Nyarlathotep released his load deep inside her, roaring out his victory as he filled her to the brim with his potent seed.

He felt her pussy clench around him, milking him for all he was worth, and he knew she was just as lost in the moment as he was.

As they both came down from their peak, their bodies still moving in lazy, passionate waves, Mirko could only nod in agreement, her eyes still glazed with the intensity of her climax.

"I’m yours."

She murmured the word almost a purr.

"Always yours."

They remained in a position where Nyarlathotep was spooning Mirko, his cock remaining in the hot grip of her pussy. Their hearts racing and their bodies still joined, This had always been his favorite part of fucking her, which was using her as a cockwarmer as they slept in each other’s arms.

Because of how hard every muscle in her body tensed up, Mirko’s lower lip muscles tried to choke the life out of Nyarlathotep’s cock, triggering another climax, shooting-up stream after stream that flooded her womb, filling her guts rapidly with thick cream that blew her stomach up like a balloon.

Wanting more of her he finally pulled out, leaving her feeling empty, used in the most delicious way. As his creamy seed flowed out of her like a turned faucet, a steady white stream pooled into the sheets. Afterward, he leaned down to kiss her softly, a gentle touch that belied the fierceness of their mating.

"Good girl."

He said, stroking her hair.

"Now rest. You’ll need your strength for the next round."

Mirko giggled breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her body sated. She knew she would be his, over and over again, until she was heavy with his child. And she couldn’t wait.

"End Scene."

The King in Yellow Hastur shouted, stopping the filming of the scene, revealing it was all an act as husband and wife were shooting an adult movie. While Mirko and Nyarlathotep are separated, a Yith entity brings a towel and covers Mirkos naked body.

"What went wrong, brother? I’m pretty sure my wife and I were on point."

Nyarlathotep says, conjuring Mirko a glass of scotch.

"It wasn’t that you weren’t both on point, brother. It’s just that the elders want you both to be rougher with your scenes, not your usual lovey-dovey ones."

Hastur responded, trembling.

"God damn it Hastur! I’m the Elder God of fucking plays and theatre! I create pieces of art... And those old cronies want me to make hardcore porn."