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Sarah found the tome of ancient texts in her great-grandmother’s hidden library.
The library was underground, under blocks of old, worn limestone, its entrance a locked bronze door green with aged patinas. Sarah’s soft taffeta gown had dragged on the floor when she descended the ancient stairs, her slender fingers gripping and pale over the old bronze key as it clicked heavily inside the keyhole.
The tome was an ominous shade of sea foam green, the letters on the cover fading with age. Sarah blew on it so that the dust particles flew and dissipated inside the dark, miasma-ridden chamber.
The incantation was hard to read. The ink had faded considerably, and was now a shade of yellow ochre, barely visible among the equally yellowed, brittle pages. Her voice was the shuddering of a bell as she recited the words, Latin transcripts of a language that broke all the rules of phonetics.
When the light broke from the book, she was blinded for a second, then her eyes seemed to see again in all shades of colors, red and yellow and violet, then there were the shades that weren’t meant for a human’s eyes. Ultraviolet and infrared and other shades Sarah had never seen. A dark shadow of a strange entity lifted her into the air and sang in a soft, multi-dimensional voice that sounded almost feminine but otherwise not human at all.
The dark room lit up, and Sarah screamed. She saw the Goddess for what she was—many-eyed, many-limbed, with her many breasts and her needle-pointed teeth and her long, claw-like fingers. Her tongue was unknown to Sarah, but then she held her with her shifting tendrils and told Sarah through her mind that she wanted her worship and sacrifices, her rituals and priestesses, as she’d had them back when the earth was still young and the seas teemed with those Titans of ancient life. Then Sarah shuddered as her clothes dissolved, and the Goddess spread her and teased her, what felt like a tongue or a finger flicking and brushing against her tender, swollen clit.
The Goddess held Sarah in the basement with her millions of tentacles, in her newly established temple, as her new sacrifice twisted and sobbed. She entered her and thrust her otherworldly tendrils into her, her wisps of feelers exploring her, sinking into her and thrusting in coiled, writhing movements. Sarah felt her stomach assaulted and bulging, her body a shuddering mess, her juice dripping between her legs in long strings of unwanted arousal. The Goddess embraced her, used her, and soaked up her juice like it was the source of the eldritch being’s life, while long, dark tentacles surrounded Sarah’s entire body, wiping out the light from her eyes, the sound from her ears, until all that was left was the Goddess’s many fishlike eyes.
When Sarah moaned and came, the Goddess deposited in her a clutch of her offspring to populate this new world, the eggs her new high priestess was set to carry. With them Sarah’s stomach bloated, her world shattered, and she saw into the eyes of madness. And survived.
When Sarah’s guardians found her the next morning, she was lying on the basement floor naked, with the thick, ancient tome in her hands. No amount of prying would make her loosen her grip.
They tried to wake her, but Sarah was in a deep sleep that no amount of stimuli could call her from her slumber. She was asleep like the high priestesses of old, waiting with patience.
They put her in an attic bed and hired a nurse to watch over her. But as her body was covered in thick blankets, it would be months before anyone would’ve noticed the changing shape of her form, pregnant with the eggs that would hatch and bring a new era of madness.
The Goddess still visited Sarah during her sleep every night. She would peel down the blankets and caress the girl’s naked body, her swollen nipples, and tease at the sensitive, enlarged clit between her legs. She would thrust into her until her body was joggled, and the bed creaked from the violence of that mating ritual. But the nurses were never there to find out the truth.
And there Sarah slept and waited. She and her offspring waited for the day she would wake to rule the new age with her mistress.