The Necromanticon
- Tatjana Worrell
- May 13, 2024
- 2 min read
Updated: Jun 21, 2024
A well-worn and dog-eared volume in unassuming black leather.
"In the dim candlelight of a musty bedroom somewhere in Charvier, Ezekiel pored over the pages of the Necronomicon. His heart was pounding, and the blood coursing through his veins was a mixture of fear... and anticipation. The forbidden tome lay open before him as he sat nude upon his bed sheets. The outside air casting the spell of chill upon his skin. The pages of the Necronomicon flourished until they fell upon the page of summoning. A gentle whisper climbed up Ezekiel's spine as he felt the warm embrace of his Eldritch love wrap her gentle tentacles around his mind.
Ezekiel quivered at the thought of what was to come.
Driven by his insatiable curiosity, Ezekiel dove into tongue quenching waters of the dark arts that none dared to tread. With trembling hands, he traced the intricate symbols etched upon the parchment with a delicate touch. The book seemed to shiver. His lips moving in silent circles as he sought to summon a being from beyond the planes of existence.
As the final words of the ritual left his lips, a gust of wind swept through the room extinguishing the candlelight and plunging Ezekiel into the presence of a formless shape. The shadow moved to kneel before Ezekiel at the edge of his bed. With a rush of icy wind and the smell of sea salt the eldritch whorer emerged. Their tentacled face shivered with excitement as they reached out to grab the tip of his girthy..."
--The pages are exceptionally worn here and it's impossible to read the next few sentences--
"...with shaky knees Ezekiel fell onto the haunches of his love and gazed into the abyss that is his beloved's eyes. He knew that their love was bound by that of their intense love making. In the fleeting moments of post orgasmic clarity he felt content to linger on her back and eventually slumber. Swelling with love both in his heart and in his loins."