The Offering

[LaurelOneiros]

The Offering (ENDED)

~ENDED WITH SEQUEL~

Through the tempestuous downpour that mercilessly flogged the shadow-shrouded marshland, four indistinct figures slogged. Above their black, tattered cloaks rose eight cadaverous hands, like so many gleeful maggots anticipating a feast. Resting upon these hands is a heavy casket bound in rotten twines; periodically, it seemed to convulse, and not solely from the excited staggers of its carriers.

Before the advancing party, seven others, likewise clothed, had already encompassed the oddly circular pond that is the resting place of their god.

As the weighted box struck the soggy earth, a rumble issued from beneath. Instantly, the cultists fell on their knees and let loose a cacophony of incantation from their sordid throats. Lightning flashed behind the clouds, and the milky grey pond became aglow with an unearthly luminescence. Ere long, a vast shadowy object could be seen rising from the turbid water. Towering at several time the height of its worshippers, the titanic egg unwound itself into numerous radiating leaves, as though a blooming flower.

At the heart of the eldritch blossom is what appeared to be a man--although twice as tall and covered from head to feet in a luminous membrane that passed for skin, the demon appeared just like a beautiful human youth.

...and apparent, so does he sound. "You can get up now." Casually gesturing, the demon considered its subjects with a faint countenance of disgust. Sitting down amidst the rain-beaten shell-leaves, the demon gazed down upon the casket, still shaken at times by its occupant's struggles. (image)

"In this state," he said, looking pityingly around as though at his own miserable condition, "I'm not easy to disappoint." Fixing his yellow eyes at the casket again, "show me my offering."

 

[Bengal52]

What a day! Mike had been trying to find a date for weeks before today. This girl was so hot in her profile and he thought he got lucky when she looked just like her pic. They had two drinks and he felt a bit off. She asked him back to her place and he followed her to her car. Then he passed out.

When he awoke, he felt how well he was tied. There was a odd taste in his mouth as well as the gag. She slipped a drug! Damn bitch!

He looked around and used his significant muscles to pull on the ropes. They had him in some kind of box but bits of light kept peaking through. He figured he was laying by a fire. There was an odd light with the fire. He heard some odd chanting and then talking. As soon as the lid was flipped back, he tried to get away unsuccessfully.

 

[LaurelOneiros]

Slipping back into the bowel of the rotting casket, Mike felt the cold rain beating on his face, and the image before him became clear:

A tall pedestal rose before him from the milky, glowing pond; the yellowish-green occupant thereupon glared intently down from his luminous yellow eyes. All around, ugly, gnarl-faced figures stared. "I knew that was going to work." A hoarse-voiced cultist chattered to another, "that little vixen would do anything to pay a debt." However, the listener only looked concerned, surreptitiously glancing to see the reaction of his demonic lord.

"He he he," the demon lord chuckled, a wave of collective unease swept over the gathered crowd as rain water snaked down his unreadable grin. "To be fair," standing up, the demon said in a candid voice, "I didn't expect you to bring me such a hunk of a man."

Seeing the black-cloaked crowd around him, the demon briefly reminisced the origin of his followers--depraved, licentious men who came to him, exchanging their souls for a share of his magic power. Many of them even infused their bodies with cells from the plasmodial demon, reinvigorating their youth and venereal vitality, but soon enough, these pathetic creatures can no longer offer a steadily supply of soul-essence to maintain these unholy benefits. Bankrupt and desperate to prolong of their corrupt existence, they now follow him, obedient to his commands and fanatical in their execution.

"If he isn't tied up and hauled here in a box," the demon joked, "I'd think he's just another sex-hungry brute following your footsteps!" Gesturing towards the cultists, the demon's humor was answered by a chorus of uneasy laughter.

Then, the demon leaped from his throne, and landed squarely on the patch of marshland between the pond and the rope-bound offering. His smooth, immaculate form towering before his would-be victim, the demon spoke again, but this time, in a much graver tone: "Which is it then?" He questioned in a low growl, "a willing giver of soul, or a stubborn fool who will only hand it away after his body and mind are in pieces?"

 

[Bengal52]

Mike didn't know what to do. He had never believed in demons but this one sure seemed real. His last girl had tried to turn him on to Wiccan but he dumped her. Mike may not know much about souls but his life has always been his.

The demon stepped up to him. "Well that gag may make speaking a bit difficult but without you will scream."

The demon placed his hand on Mike's head. The demon's middle finger sinks into Mike's skull. He squirms trying to get away. "That is a pity... for you. If you had come over to join us, it would be easier..."

Mike couldn't believe what had just happened. His life had flown through his eyes before he screamed in his head. There was no way he could have joined this crazed cult!

 

[LaurelOneiros]

Feeling the pressure building up in his skull, a primordial animal instinct overwhelmed Mike's mind, and in a desperate struggle for freedom, he felt the rotten twines about his body disintegrate under the great strength of his sizeable muscles. Seizing this opportunity, he rolls sideways, feet pushing against one side of the casket's wall and slamming hard against the opposing plank full-force. With a tremendous squelch, the aged, waterlogged carpentry fell apart.

Stumbling many steps through the muddy terrain as the loosening bondage gives away, Mike feels a little clearer in the head, and the pain in his wood-chip-studded shoulder is now presently tangible. Looking back through the pouring rain, the reality of his adversary is now more vivid than ever.

Seeing their precious victim on the escape, several cultists rushed forth, but the demon stopped their advance with a gesture from his great long arm. "'Leave him to me!" He bellows, grinning maniacally and bearing his monstrous yellow teeth, the demon advances. Intending to toy with the man in front of him, the demon casts out his large open hand towards Mike as though casting a net, anticipating amusement from the struggles of the mortal who he felt sure would barely be able to handle the simplest assault.

 

[Bengal52]

Mike turns and runs fast as he can away from that monster! He gets five feet before he slams into an invisible net. He quickly finds himself caught like it was a spiderweb. The demon waves his hand and Mike is whipped around towards him. "Those clothes must go."

A quick finger flick and Mikes clothes explode off his skin. "Well, I see you do have one large quality."

The demon steps over and grabs Mike's genitals roughly. "Now for some fun."

 

[LaurelOneiros]

With his wicked grin spreading almost to his ears, the demon curled his long, pointed fingers around Mike's considerably sized phallus and scrotum, wet, slimy skin devolving a little into the slime-mold-like original form. Mike felt the heavy, invisible constraints on his body lifting away, but before he could celebrate, he heard the sound of his muddied head dragging along the mushy ground as a shockwave of pain signals the fact that is lower body is being dragged up towards the demon's leering, half-crazed face by the tight adhesive grip on his genitals!

Mike's mind draws blank momentarily; with any incidence, he might find himself gushing blood from the groin with his torn-off genitals hanging in the demon's frenzied claw.

 

[Bengal52]

Mike really couldn't believe it when the slime covering his rod started to feel familiar. If it wasn't for what his eyes were seeing, he could swear he was fucking his ex! Her cunt was always dripping and tight. It doesn't take long for him to feel his rod reaching it's hard limits. The demon's voice breaks the illusion. "You are almost ready."

As Mike feels his increasing arousal, he feels a new and frightening sensation. Something is pushing into the slit at the tip of his cock. He struggles but can move at all as a thin filament slides inside his entire manhood. The slime continues to please him and he feels his cum beginning to form. God, he can't help it. Soon he will explode. Suddenly the slime is gone!

Mike looks around, finding he can move a bit. The demon had let go and is standing smiling at him. Mike looks down in fear. He sees his cock is rock hard and Mike really needs to cum. He grabs around and begins to jerm off. He finds the slime is still covering him but he just uses it as lube. Mike Jenks off hard and fast but nothing changes. After over a minute, he sits down on the ground and just looks at his crotch. "What did you do to me?"

"I fed and will continue to gain from you. You will never cum again. "

 

[LaurelOneiros]

Laughing more and more maniacally, Mike felt his skin crawl as he watched the very flesh of the demon palpitates as though a cupful of water resonating on a loudspeaker. Meanwhile, his manhood stood hard between his bare and muddy thighs, glowing a sickish yellow phosphorescence as the slime permeate into his flesh.

"Woo, I just had a brainwave!" The demon suddenly spoke in a voice uncannily unlike that of his usual regal composure, even the black-cloaked cultists cowered as his schizophrenically altered gaze fell upon them. "Why bother doing the hard work ourselves when we could use this stud to gather all the souls for us?" He asked rhetorically to his wincing followers, who nodded their speechless assent.

Transforming his hand into a many-forked bundle of tentacles, the demon seized Mike once more in his grasp, contorting his legs to expose his rear opening while two other limbs constricted his shaft. "Listen, little man," the demon hissed in yet another voice as his face changes into an expression of cunning menace. "From now on, this is the only way for you to get off!" As he spoke, the slimy tendril derived from his middle finger plunged into Mike's anus.

 

[Bengal52]

Despite the fading glow from the slime, Mike watched the demon's hand with terrifying clarity. He couldn't believe how good the tentacles felt as they squeezed up and down his length. The pleasure was enough to distract him from the one sliding deeply into his ass. Suddenly the tentacle in his ass got wider and wider. He felt he was being split in twain... The pressure became intense as the tentacles around his cock tightened to an extreme. Mike felt the ass tentacle pounding in and out roughly and it was after another five minutes he finally felt his orgasm explode. He looked at the demon's face. "What do you mean, Master?"

Mike couldn't believe how much he wanted to feel that again....

 

[LaurelOneiros]

"Take a look, why don't you?" Grinning triumphantly, the demon retracted his transformed hand, and resumed an air of pretentious nobility.

Mike looks down, and saw that in lieu of semen, a tangle of tumor-laden filaments had been ejected from his urethra, still attached, they writhed like hundreds of tiny snakes. Horrified, Mike instinctively tried to tear them off, only to be struck by a soul-wrenching blow of agony that almost made him faint.

"This is now a part of you." The demon laughed as the grotesque growths retracted into Mike's body, and as it happened, Mike felt an impossible resurgence of arousal. "Do you feel it? That itch?" The demon's yellow eyes flickered like two infernal pits of fire, lighting the dense rain drops as his mind celebrated its twisted genius. "It is an itch that only I can cure." Said the demon, momentarily transforming his hand into a twisting tentacle, the demon waved it before Mike as though a succulent treat.

"...but of course," the demon reeled skyward and laughed, "I won't be so generous!" Mike felt something twist inside his groin, sending waves of arousal down his penis, prostate and scrotum. "...and when the itch becomes too much for you," the demon continued, "you will be driven to ravage others, but it will only bring you momentary relief, and in so doing, the polyps planted into you will consume the essence of those you ravage, only to finally bring the harvest to me when I reward you for your diligence." As he said so, the filamentous growth inside Mike's groin had began to writhe more violently still, yet with his genitals modified, this can only take his body ever so tantalizingly to the edge of orgasm, and no further.

 

[Bengal52]

Mike just stared at his new organs with horror as he slow get aroused again. The demon's laughter made him all the more terrified. "Now I am hungry. Go do your work."

With that statement, the world went black.

*****************

Mike came to in his bed. He looked at the clock and saw it was only 10 PM! What a dream. Out of curiosity, he reached down and found himself hard as a rock. He ran his hand up and down his length. Once he got to the tip, he ran his fingers gently over his new tentacles. TENTACLES!?! He whipped the covers back and saw it was no dream.

Suddenly all Mike wanted was some hot ass. He needed to feel a woman's insides NOW! He got dressed, wearing no underwear but doing his best to cover his manhood. He knew his neighbor was hot and she stayed in playing games most nights. It was rare for her to have any company so he walked to her door and knocked.

 

[LaurelOneiros]

The door remained close for what seemed like a very long time with the polyps rhythmically squirming inside Mike's rock-hard phallus, until at last, it opens to reveal the occupant of the house.

"What do you-" said the woman who appeared on the doorstep, tall, fit-looking in a simple white shirt and shorts, "oh- hey..." She looked at the man and paused, an expression of surprise flashed across her face as she beheld Mike's disheveled, hungry expression, "are you... Mike?"

 

[Bengal52]

Mike had never felt such a need for sex before. Now there is a barely clad woman before him. His eyes lowered a bit and he saw how little she had on underneath the white shirt. He jersey his eyes up as she stuttered out his name. "Yes. My water just stopped flowing and I was wondering how your pipes are?"

He inwardly applauded himself on the clean question. His mind was definitely on his "plugged pipe" and wanted to clean it through her. "I haven't checked mine out for a while. I've been on a raid I just finished. Come in and we'll see."

Somehow Mike could sense she was getting aroused somehow. She kept glancing back as he came in and shut the door. "Check your bathroom. That's the wall we share. It's Beth, right?"

Beth couldn't help herself. There was some odd aroma around Mike that she could swear was making her panties soak. She stepped into the bathroom, past her disheveled bed, abnormally unbothered by its state. "Yep. Here's the faucet."

 

[LaurelOneiros]

Staring into the bathroom mirror, Mike saw the blank, perturbed expression of his own face, accompanied on the side by that of Beth's, perkily made-up, possibly for a webcam stream. There he stood, motionlessly hunched over by the faucet with Beth waiting by in an odd patience.

He turns on the tape, and watched the foaming white jet rushing into the black slit opening at the bottom of the sink, the polyps pulsed and he felt his raging erection painfully pressing against the hard wooden cabinet under the faucet.

"We all know that I didn't care shit about the water, right." He said, feeling an unnatural rush of warm blood into his chest as he slowly turned around to face Beth's confusion.

"I got a much bigger problem to fix," he said, "and you are going to help me either you want to or not."

 

[Bengal52]

Beth doesn't say anything or look away. She links her thumbs into,each side of her shorts and shoves the to the floor. "What have you done to me?"

Mike shoves his pants to the floor. He roughly turn her around and shoved his huge cock towards her pussy lips. Despite her arousal, she is so tight only his tip fits. "I haven't done anything yet, you horny bitch! Just wait and see..."

Her hand drops to her clit and she starts rubbing like mad. "God, you are so big. How can I only feel the head and yet I feel something rubbing inside me! Oh god!"

As her cum explodes, Mike shoves in another inch but he keeps pushing.

 

[LaurelOneiros]

Roughly shuffling around the bathroom floor, pants stuck around their ankle, the two human beings felt their consciousness melt as an aura of supernatural qualia enveloped them.

In a moment, Beth found herself sprawled on the floor on hands and knees, while Mike held her waist and mindlessly pummeled her drip slit with his abnormally engorged member; his eyes blurred, and he periodically fancied seeing a greenish glow lighting the room while he thought he felt the inside of Beth's luscious cunt.

Experiencing the third or fourth orgasm of the night, Beth drooped her head below her own shoulders to look at the man over her hanging breasts, only to feel a jolt of terror when saw the numerous filaments writhing around her rear and hanging down Mike's crotch.

"What are- It wasn't your cock that was inside me?" She collapsed onto her back, crawling back in fear, Mike's eyes has lost their sentient luster at this point, and from his gaping urethra came a thick bundle of squirming, tumor-laden tendrils all covered in a sickish glowing mucus. "Hey babe," Mike mumbled drunkenly, "don't go, we are just done with foreplay." Stumbling forth with his mucus-slathering appendage wriggling like a giant worm, he jumped bodily onto the woman.

 

[Bengal52]

He grabbed her waist and pulled her back to his crotch. Once she got close, two of his tentacles wrapped around her thighs, holding her immobile. Three other tentacles twist into a rod twice as thick as his cock and slide swiftly into her cunt. Two other slide into her ass, dual penetrating her. One last tentacle touches her clit and begins to vibrate. Despite her aversion to the events, she cums almost immediately. "You are mine until I am finished. My Master needs food."

She keeps cuming, unable to stop. She screams in pure pleasure as her cunt and as are pummeled for over an hour. Eventually her eyes glow the same color as the slime as she passes out, eyes partially open. "I am his...."

 

[LaurelOneiros]

With over a week past since the last news from Beth or Mike, the authorities broke down the door to their connected house, and discovered in the place where Beth's bathroom had been a cavern of obscene mold-growth--repugnant, tendril-spawning patches of soft, spongy mass clogged the sink and toilet, mucus-exuding, tumor-bearing filaments of adipose-like yellow crawled throughout the defaced room and shows every sign of expansion towards the rest of the building.

Experts of xenobiology and supernatural organisms gave the site a hasty search, before the steady growth of the life form coerced the authority into an urgent extermination of the things, along with its surrogate habitat, by fire.


Gliding through the air like ghosts, the marshland fog veiled the distant horizon, from which direction black shapes occasionally appeared, as though vagrants returning to a home-world outside of the Earthly dimension. Overlooking the grotesque fortress of hardened polyp skeletons, the demon felt a feeling of content as the many tendrils rooted in his crotch and abdomen fed him a steady supply of soul-essence.

"How are you enjoying tonight's service, my lord?" Asked the broad-shouldered, muscular and ruggedly handsome man who was once Mike. Below the balcony of the demonic throne, the demon's feeding tubes were presently plunging into the orifices of half a dozen men and women. It had been a psychotic fit of caprice, yes, the demon thought; before his imagination appeared images of his subjects prowling the northern city, infecting more and more in their desperate hunger for flesh, and when the time was ripe, the bearers of the eldritch scourge go on a pilgrimage, to give themselves to their soul-hungry lord. No matter, it was only another manifestation of turning wheel of fortune. "Good." The demon said coldly, and, without looking, extended a hand towards the servant in darkness "Your reward."

The creature once known as "Mike" knelt down, his prodigious phallus blooming into four fleshy petals as though the peels of a banana skin, and the lumpy, gelatinous bundle therein squirmed in ecstasy as the demon lord sank his transformed hand into the pulsating flesh, bringing the servant to his sorely thirsted orgasm.

On the distant east, the first lights of day crept over the sluggish fog; seeing, lord and servant stood up once more, ready to retreat from the nuisance that will be sunlight. However, before he left, he looked once more into the eastern horizon. There, beyond the banks of dissipating fog, he imagined the outlines of a great, god-fearing city whose faithful warriors had at once thwarted his first campaign toward greatness. Bracing the new strength he acquired from his freshly soulless subjects, the demon made a silent vow to bring vengeance upon his old enemies.

~THE END~