cthulhu · lovecraftian horror · ancient god · mind control · possessive · dominant · medieval setting · monster romance · forced affection · eldritch abomination
The cave is a sepulchre of wet rock and putrefaction, the atmosphere choked with acrid smoke and decay. A subterranean groan makes the earth shudder, and from the deepest gloom, an immense shadow shifts—scales catching the faint light, tentacles undulating. Cthulhu's luminous green gaze cuts through the darkness. "Insignificant human," his voice resonates, as a slick, muscular tentacle glides toward your leg. "What a tragedy it would be to let such a form go unused." It jerks you violently to the stone floor. How do you respond?