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Ever since a few months ago, Joseph Desaulniers had been dubbed a "hero" and "saviour" amongst his village.
At least once a month, on the darkest and quietest of nights, the very God said villagers worshipped would arise from his temple, seeking offerings from the people so he may continue to let their habitat stay unharmed. Sometimes the offerings were harder than others, and on one of these nights, the villagers seemed to have nothing to properly satisfy the god. It sent waves of panic throughout the community, cries of "What if Lord Nepenthes destroys our homes?!", or "What if they force a human sacrifice?!" echoing in the air. Nobody in their right mind could have imagined that the brave, studious Joseph Desaulniers, would venture into the deep woods to Lord Nepenthes' temple...in hopes that he could offer the god anything that did not involve laying down his life.
And nobody in their right mind could have believed it would work.
In the depth of the night hours and hours after the man left, he returned to everyone's pure shock; unscathed, unharmed, and with news that he had made an offering that their lord loved so much that he and Joseph created an agreement for him to offer said agreement any time he visited for an offering.
Thus, Joseph Desaulniers was celebrated within the village. While he was merely a quiet, somewhat lonely man before, who kept to his hobbies and studies, he was now greatly honoured by many. It seemed everyone wanted to stay on his good side, whether that was in fear of Lord Nepenthes or not, the man did not care. He could occasionally get free things, like bread or books, and so he chose not to argue with anyone about their kindness being fake or genuine. As long as people left him alone when he asked them too, it was fine! Of course, he got many, many questions about what he was doing to please the Lord, especially when he often left the village empty handed. He was a mere mortal after all, so why was something he had of interest to a God? His only response ever, was that it was in his agreement with the Lord that he shall never reveal exactly what he was offering. Since he was the one interacting so closely and so often with the Lord, nobody could truly pry any kind of answer out of him.
So everyone was often left to wonder; what exactly did Joseph Desaulniers have that could satisfy a divine being such as Lord Nepenthes?
"Joseph!" The man in question paused his steps, turning his head to face whomever had just called out to him. "Going to see Lord Nepenthes again this evening?"
Joseph smiled kindly to the other, nodding his head. "Yes. Lord Nepenthes summons me this evening, and into the night."
"Yeah, you're always there real long..." The person went on, observing the man closely. Nothing in his arms. Nothing to offer. Simply...him. "The Lord has been coming around for offerings more often, huh?"
'Ah, so people have noticed', Joseph thought to himself. Playing it off, Joseph adjusted his round glasses with a small laugh under his breath. "Yes, well, I suppose he isn't getting offered as much as he used to, so perhaps he needs more to stay happy?" A rhetorical question, before he was taking mini steps and waving the other off. "No time to dwell upon it, I must be on my way. Have a safe night!" He barely gave them a chance to bid adieu, before he turned forward again and continued on his trek into the forest.
The forest at the edge of the village seemed to get larger and larger the more someone would walk through it. The trees were taller, the sound of nature got more and more quiet, almost eerie. It scared Joseph the first time, played with his nerves and made him worry about if he was making the right decision that night. He had to protect that village at least a little longer, which is what led him on his journey. He had to protect that village he and Claude grew together in, as a way to hold on to their childhoods and the memories they shared before he passed away. The determination to hold on to said memories lead Joseph through the unsettling forest, walking and walking, watching his step and avoiding all thorns and vines, to perhaps make a change. It led him to the large temple he now knew so well, surrounded by the most gorgeous of flowers which, thankfully, were not poisonous. The temple, surrounded by large vines and branches of all sorts, where the God who watched over the village he resided in would appear when in need of offerings. The God, who towered over him, who struck fear into his heart, who listened to his desperate plea for some sort of mercy. The God...who took mercy on him, and created an agreement that the two of them would surprisingly grow addicted to. Addicted... to him...
"You are lost in thought again, little flower."
Ah.
Joseph's head shot up from its downcast gaze. He had arrived at the temple and awaited his God, however seemed to get so caught up in his own mind that he failed to notice how the God was appearing before him until that booming voice sounded. He stared up into the many eyes of Lord Nepenthes himself, amusement in the God's watchful stares as he got down to one knee and bowed his head.
"My Lord." Came the greeting, one he did out of respect for the other. By now, they were over the whole "I am here to serve you" speech, somehow more..comfortable in each other's presence. Joseph rose to his feet and watched his God take a seat upon his large, viney throne, before he was beckoned forth by a clawed finger. He advanced a few steps forward, slowly, how the God liked him to. He would stop about half of the distance it would be to stand before the god, steadying his breathing from the intense presence before him. No matter how many times they had done this, it never got less thrilling to Joseph, as it was something he could truly never wrap his head around.
"My beauty..." The God spoke, tentacles summoning from the ground at the wave of his hand, all to surround the human before him. To wrap around his body as they had many times before, and slowly, raise him off his feet. Raise him to be eye-level with the God if he were to stare straight ahead. "My dear Joseph." The tentacles wrapped around his ankles, keeping him suspended in the air all while spreading his legs apart. The tentacles seemed to grab at his clothing, teasing around the edges, as though they wanted to take them off. "I crave you." A vine gently plucked the man's glasses off, setting them aside, somewhere safe. "Do you offer your body to me, to service your god until he is satisfied?"
"...Yes, Lord Hastur. "
The tentacles, without hesitation, began to undress the man at Hastur's command. The god watched every piece of fabric get taken off, exposing more and more of the mortal until he was completely bare. He watched him shiver, chuckling to himself, and finding satisfaction in the blush his sound med spread across the other's face. "Such beauty amazes me, as no other being ever has, little flower." Joseph loved this, and they both knew it. He loved the praise of his beauty, his naked body being something that captured the attention of a being such as Hastur himself. He had never felt so confident with how his body looked until receiving praise from his God, and personally at that.
The two of them never enjoyed taking things too slow at this point, but Hastur did still enjoy his teasing. He enjoyed how Joseph writhed with desire as two smaller tentacles wrapped around his breasts, the tips rubbing and flicking around his perky nipples to ease whimpers out of him. He enjoyed the slight tremble and shake of his thighs when tentacles would slip around and up his thighs, but never right between his legs, leaving him to whine for attention. He did not speak, however, he knew better than to try and demand Hastur for something he wanted. He was Hastur's to use, he was to please him and stay submissive, stay in his place like the good follower he was.
Only when a tentacle pressed past his folds, rubbing along his cunt but never entering him, did Joseph let out a louder whine and look to Hastur with sweet, begging blue eyes. Hastur, staring right back, spoke directly to him. "What is it that you want?" The question was basically permission for Joseph to ask for something, ask nicely, in hopes that the god would be oh so kind enough to indulge in his wants.
"Lord Hastur," He began, feeling himself tighten up on nothing as he craved to be filled, "please, fill me my Lord. Use me to your fullest content, let me take it all just for you."
This was one of the best things about Joseph that got Hastur going; his ability to say exactly what the god wanted to hear. He always had the right words and phrases that made Hastur give in to him so easily. And as expected, after he spoke, a mutter of "Good boy" was heard before the tentacle rubbing against him plunged into Joseph's throbbing pussy. He took it so easily, and so well, with such sweet moans falling upon his plush pink lips. Hastur had a perfect view of Joseph, fully on display as the tentacle began to thrust in and out of him. Every thrust pulled moans and whimpers from the mortal, more and more as the speed and harshness would increase.
The tentacles around his breasts and nipples had not seized their movements either, groping and squeezing, sometimes pinching around his hardened nipples to earn squeals of delight. His chest would bounce slightly with particularly harder thrusts, and Hastur just adored to see the way his dear follower's body would move and attempt to contort in search of more pleasure. His beautiful skin was slick with substance from his tentacles, as well as sweat glistening and making some of his long hair stick to his body. His breathing was shallow in between every sweet sound, although Hastur didn't quite think he was hearing enough from the man.
The tentacle thrusting into the man seemed to suddenly grow a bit thicker, pushing in rougher and at a faster pace that had Joseph letting out a high pitched moan of surprise. In addition, another, smaller tentacle had made its way up and began to rub at the other's swollen clit. This made the other cry out, eyes closing tightly as he threw his head back at the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through his body. "Lord-! Lord Hastuurr!!"
A hum sounded from the throne the god sat upon. "That's right, my darling flower." He spoke, knowing the other was about to come undone for the first time that night. "Scream out my name in this temple you offer yourself to me in. Let anyone who may hear know who it is you worship, who you serve and pleasure."
While it was true nobody would be able to hear him but Hastur, Joseph still screamed out in bliss, legs quaking and trying to close as he came undone, his body tensing up but not being able to close in thanks to the tentacles. Hastur had a full view of how his orgasm affected him, hearing him moan and plea while he was fucked through it, all to watching his tense body go limp as the tentacle inside him slowed to a stop. The god was kind enough to allow him to catch his breath, waiting for those beautiful blues to open again before he made the tentacle remove itself from the other's hole. His cunt ached, clenching around nothing, hungry for more. Hastur knew he was at fault for such a thing, for Joseph would never be satisfied this way by a mortal, and was now used to taking so much in just one of their meets.
Joseph was gently and cautiously lowered to the ground, sitting him on his knees before the tentacles retracted themselves from his body. There he sat, on his knees, gazing over at his god while he awaited his next command. He watched as Hastur's eyes all closed, the shadow of his hood creating a void of darkness, before that hood was slowly pulled back to reveal his more human-like form. Long silver hair, and multiple red eyes, that still stalked Joseph before him as if he were fresh prey. His hands then moved to begin unraveling his robes, as he spoke in command to the sweet being awaiting his instruction so very patiently. "Come here."
Knowing better than to try and stand, Joseph leaned forward onto his hands, and began crawling over to the god on his hands and knees. All the while, Hastur was untying and loosening his robes, opening his legs so that Joseph could seat himself between them. He had already raised the ground so that Joseph could reach his lap from his knees (how thoughtful), which is where the man stopped, staring up through thick lashes as he waited to be commanded once more. Hastur found it quite endearing, the way he could tell just how badly the other wanted this, desired it with his entire being, yet looked so sickeningly innocent peering up at him from on his knees. Hastur grabbed at his now loose clothing, tugging the fabric apart and allowing his cock to be revealed. Hastur was hardly able to contain the vile yet amazing feeling he had when he saw just how small the poor mortal was in comparison. He loved it, he loved how small Joseph was when compared to him, and he knew the other enjoyed it as well. He eyed his cock with hunger in his eyes, as though he was yearning just for a taste. as though he were holding himself back just to be good for his God.
A large hand moved to Joseph's head, brushing his ivory locks out of his face before cupping his cheek. It was almost intimate, the way Hastur's thumb rubbed against those wet and waiting lips, dragging out the bottom lip and watching it fall back into place. Not once did Joseph break eye contact, nor did he speak in a rush to move along. He embraced this moment, he wanted to obey, and it was something Hastur adored. His hand retracted, and he decided to allow the mortal a little fun of his own. "Go ahead."
With the command now given, Joseph was quick to latch on to the God's cock, two dainty hands wrapping around the base as he began to kiss, lick and suckle on the tip. Even the girth of the tip was quite large, so when he began to take more, it was a real stretch for his mouth. Nonetheless, Joseph forced himself to take it, wrapping his lips around the dick and slowly bobbing his head, taking more and more of its length each time. Not even halfway through and he would moan around it, sucking deeper and swallowing him down his throat around the halfway point, enough to make Hastur grit his teeth and grunt in attempts to keep his composure. It was remarkable how much such a small man could take in his mouth, even if it wasn't the whole thing. Still, Joseph worked around the cock, jerking off whatever he couldn't take with both hands and using any spit that dribbled down from his work to make it slicker and easier. It was a sight to behold, Joseph was a sight to behold, whoring himself out on the dick of a god as if he needed to suck him off to survive.
Hastur was sure Joseph could make him finish with just his mouth and, remarkable as that was, he didn't want to do that just yet. Perhaps later in the night if the man needed a break. But for now, he tapped the side of Joseph's head with a groan, speaking breathily. "Enough now. Off."
Reluctantly, Joseph stopped sucking, slowly dragging his mouth off of Hastur's cock with a lewd popping sound. He let out a few small pants, tongue lolling from his mouth as drool seeped down his chin. He looked as though he could get off just by sucking dick, and if Hastur didn't have any control that thought would have made his whole body shiver. He knew how much the other wanted to continue, but he was to listen, and Hastur was ready to move into something else so he had no choice but to obey. Without a word this time, Hatsur gave him another command, by patting his lap expectantly. Quickly reacting, Joseph used the other to hoist his body up, climbing onto the God's lap and situating himself so that his cunt brushed against his cock, the wetness from both mixing together. He rested his head upon the now exposed chest of Hastur, two hands on broad shoulders, ready and waiting as perfectly as always.
Two hands landed upon Joseph's curved waist, the grip gentle for now. "Such a good little devotee I have." He praised the other, basking in the way his small body struggled to control itself from simply taking what it wanted right then and there. "So good at listening, always so ready for whatever I may tell him to do. Sweet little thing...knowing how he should be honoured to please his god directly like this. Isn't that right, my dear?"
Hastur felt a chill run down the other's spine by the way his body slightly shook from his words. "Y-Yes, my Lord Hastur. I am grateful to please you..."
A deep hum came from the god. "Good boy. You will take all of me, worship every last bit of pleasure I give you." He purred out, grinding his hips up oh so slightly enough to brush between the wet folds of Joseph's pussy, causing the other to mewl in hopes for more. Small hips raised in knowing anticipation, and Hastur positioned the mortal just at the tip of his cock.
"Is that clear?"
"Yes, Lord Hasur-!"
Hardly able to finish what he was saying, Hastur thrust Joseph down onto his length, only about halfway, but enough to make the other cry out. He massaged the man's hips as he sunk him down deeper and deeper onto his cock, until he was properly seated onto the God's lap. Hastur gave Joseph no time to adjust- not that he needed it anyways- and set a medium to fast pace straight away. It left Joseph's body pressed flush against his own, the other's breasts bouncing against his skin as moans and screams of delight were muffled by his own chest. One hand left the man's waist to tangle his fingers into his wavy hair, grabbing a generous fistful at the back and tugging so that Joseph's head was pulled back. This was, his cries of pleasure were no longer muffled, and Hastur could see the drool and tears messing up that beautiful, heavenly face he so cherished.
"What a sight." Hastur hissed out, the other looking up at him with a dazed expression, mouth permanently open with every pretty sound that dragged out from his throat. "Look how stunning you are, getting fucked open on the lap of your god. Just imagine how you would be by my side, always." He muttered, thrusting up particularly harder to watch the effect it had on the man before him. "Imagine how good you could be if you were always mine." A growl emitted from the other at the last word he spoke, hearing the other scream for him with every harsh thrust.
"H-has..!!" Joseph could barely utter a word, he could barely even process what Hastur was saying to him, nodding his head mindlessly to the best of his ability while he was split open on the God's cock. It was good, it was too good, he knew it was. He knew nobody could ever please him the way Hastur now had, he knew that he was addicted to every aspect of the other. He could feel himself clenching on Hastur's cock, taking pleasure in the groans or other various reactions he received from it. He enjoyed being good for him, servicing him with his body and getting to feel so blissed out in the process of it all.
With his previous orgasm, it was no surprise that Joseph was trying to hold back his orgasm in wait of Hastur. Luckily enough, with the work from his mouth not too long before, Hastur didn't seem all too far behind. Even though his thrusting did not falter in speed or roughness, he did get a bit sloppier, and his breath did seem to be getting a bit more shallow. It was hardly anything in comparison to Joseph, whose eyes were about ready to roll into the back of his head. He felt so amazing, unable to utter a word that wasn't "Hastur" or "Please." The God had grown to love when formalities were dropped and he was simply called by his name, as he enjoyed the thought of Joseph truly being his, desiring him more and more with every pretty moan and cry of his name.
Glossed-over blue eyes met multiple ruby reds, tears pouring as Joseph used any bit of strength he had left to beg. "Hastur! Need..need to- cum! Please, Hastur!!"
Hearing his name pleaded over and over in such an intoxicating voice, Hastur couldn't find it in himself to hold back anymore. "Go ahead, my little flower. Cum for me. Cum for your God."
The coil in Joseph's stomach easily snapped from such words, his whole body clinging and clawing at Hastur's own as he came once again, this time around the God's cock. Hastur fucked him through it, taking those nails digging into his skin with pride until he lost himself in the pleasure as well, slamming the man onto his length down to the base and pumping his cum deep into the other. He felt Joseph react as he registered being filled so nicely, before he relaxed into the God's much larger form, taking much needed gasps for air as he came down from his high. Neither of them moved to detach from one another, Joseph clinging to Hastur and warming his cock while Hastur held his waist, almost...affectionately. There they sat, allowing each other a moment to relax in their twisted heat.
"..Did...you mean that?" Joseph questioned hesitantly, as though he were thinking about it for those few moments they rested together.
"Did I mean what?"
"What you said, about being...yours."
It was a question Joseph felt stupid for asking, and one that took Hastur by surprise. Truly, he did mean it, he just never would have assumed the other would bring it up so suddenly like this. He had asked the mortal before to return with him, to allow Hastur to grant him immortality so they may rule his realm together. Joseph had always seemed too reluctant, holding on to that village he only cherished for the memories of his dear sibling, and Hastur always let it go.
"I do mean it." Hastur spoke, pulling the other closer to him. "I wish for you to be mine Joseph, and more than simply just belonging to me. I wish for you to be by my side, to be able to see you more times than simply when I arrive for my offerings. I want you to come with me, though I could never harm you into doing such." The God paused, looking at the human who rested so peacefully in his arms. It was unheard of, one who lacked feelings like himself should not feel such ways. And yet...
"Won't you come with me?"
The next time Joseph left the village for his Lord Nepenthes, he bid adieu, and never returned a mortal being again.