Artwork by ArtOfVenus

A pair of Mind-Flayers are delving deep into Evie and Kara’s deepest darkest desires and fantasies so they can use the girls’ perversions to torment them.

But what are hapless Mind-Flayers to do when their victims’ kinks are more twisted than anything the flayers can come up with?

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“This latest group of tributes Olkoth the Recruiter brought were of mixed quality,” the golden-eyed flayer commented. “I think we were fortunate to take two of the best offerings.”

“A fair assessment, Regam,” his silver-eyed companion replied. “I think most of those human girls volunteering as tribute just wanted to be fucked by a tentacle monster.”

“Happens every time we visit earth, Drorin,” the first said in a wry tone. “The monster-seekers, and the social influencers who want a selfie with an Elder God. Rather tedious.”

“Well, I must say, this one’s mind is delectable,” Drorin said of the slender blonde his tendrils were embracing. “I don’t know that she’s a true believer, but she is not a typical Earth girl. And how is yours?”

“Mmmm, this one’s mind smells like strawberries,” Regam murmured, lightly cradling the golden haired tribute’s bare breasts much like his tendrils cradled her head. “Her initial desires are quite creative. I cannot wait to strip away the layers of her subconscious and delve deeper.”

“Mine is trying to touch herself,” the silver-eyed flayer chuckled as he guided the girl’s right hand out from between her legs. “She keeps crying out ‘oh, yes, Vale,’ for some human lover.”

“That’s nothing,” the golden-eyed Regam laughed. He elicited a gasp from his curvy captive by clutching at her generous chest. “She believes she’s being taken from behind by a giant orc – and she’s grinding on him. Just wait until she learns what a real monster can do.”

The two flayers guided their blonde offerings down a stone hallway beneath the ‘Cthulhu’s Castle’ restaurant and immersive experience. The women were two of about a dozen human tributes culled from those registering for the ‘Brides of the Elder Gods’ VIP event.

“It’s amusing that humans believe the myth that we’re asexual,” Regam continued. “As if I would pass up the opportunity to indulge in the pleasures of this perfect human flesh while I fulfill the decadent cravings of her mind.”

“Ha!” Drorin countered. “Those big udders on yours might be perfect for you, but I find the smaller ones are more sensitive. As for being asexual, I tell the missus that so that I can save myself for magnificent human specimens like these. I’m going to…ummm…I’m…uhh…oh, that’s odd.”

“What is it?” Regam asked. “Is she resisting you somehow?”

“Not exactly…” Drorin replied, looking uneasy. “In her fantasy she was facing a horde of goblins, and clearly shouted, ‘bring it, motherfuckers,’ but I think…I think she was talking to US.”

“Impossible…” Regam muttered. “And yet…these wild craving this one has…these decadent, repulsive impulses…I don’t think they’re fantasies…I think they’re experiences…she’s actually DONE all of these things already, and…”

“Holy light of Nyctelios!” Drorin interrupted, his hands clenching the slender girl’s arms as if to push her away. “She’s having sex with another woman…in the gullet of a ravenous beast…”

“OH GREAT OLD ONES!” Regam screeched, untangling his tentacles from the golden hair of his victim. “I can…I can never unsee what I just saw…” He shuddered and began to shake.

“Be gone, heathen!” Dronin spat, releasing his victim and letting her slump to the floor. “I need…I need a mental cleansing…”

Regam dropped his victim beside the other. “We need something more…wholesome…let’s go back and see if Olkoth has any more simple-minded tentacle-fuckers we can torment instead.”

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Gasping for breath, Kara reached out and grasped Evie’s hand. “I…I don’t believe that worked.”

“I never had a doubt!” Evie replied cheerily. “Though I think we did too well, too soon…I really wanted to learn what a Mind-Flayer’s cock was really like…”

“So what now?” Kara asked, easing herself up to a sitting position.

“We do what we came here to do…we go kick some Elder God butt!” Evie exclaimed, sitting up with a grin on her face. “We gotta tell them not to come down here bringing all this ruckus! Gotta teach ‘em: don’t start nothing, won’t BE nothing!”

“You stole that line from a movie, didn’t you?”

“So?” Evie shrugged. “You’re fired up, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know, Eves…we don’t have any weapons…”

“Kares.” Evie put a reassuring hand on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “We’re naked hotties with kinky minds. We’ve got this.”

            “Those Lovecraftian losers won’t know what hit ‘em.”


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A couple years ago I wrote a short and humorous Evie vignette about Olkoth the Recruiter, who had the difficult (yet rewarding) job of Recruiting Girls for the Gods. It’s somewhat of a prequel to this short story, so check it out:
Recruiting Girls for The Gods

Super-sexy naked version:

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