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The clock struck midnight on what could have been an ordinary evening. I'd been up late working on some final touches for my latest architectural masterpiece when the old timepiece gonged tiredly on the wall. An ancient relic from my great-grandfather, from back when real craftsmen made real clockwork that stood the test of time.

Hah, “ancient". Perhaps I'd have paid the word no mind in the past. Now even centuries seemed like grains of sand in the hourglass of the cosmos, at least by comparison to… her. The echoes of her wispy voice reached my mind before I physically heard the words called out from our bedroom: “Dearest, you really should sleep."

My mind spun as her words tangled compulsions into my thoughts. Ordinarily, she'd temper the influence of her suggestions and allow me to come to bed on my own. She must have sensed my fatigue; my eyes strained from staring at monochrome blueprints, and my neck ached from leaning over my latest designs. I really didn't need to rush; I was ahead of schedule, and the client was rather pleased with my work so far. Hm, had I thought that on my own, or was it another subliminal push by my beloved upstairs? I paid it no further mind—she tugged at my thoughts once more and my legs gave into her gentle demand. Up the stairs I went, abandoning my work for the evening and retreating to the embrace of the most unlikely of lovers.

We kept the bedroom lights off most times, but it was rarely ever dark. A now familiar faint amber glow beckoned from within and drew my mind into focus. There she was, in all her inhuman glory: Selen-Sothoth. At least, that was the name she'd given in our mortal tongue, so ill-prepared to twist itself in the sort of knots it would require to pronounce her true name aloud. She'd spoken that name only once in my presence, and even attempting to recall it sent my brain on a roller-coaster of disjointed, madness-inducing half-thoughts.

She lay back on the bed, entirely nude, her inky-black skin shining lightly under the golden luminescence of her eyes, the spots on her numerous tentacles, and two curious eye-spots on her forehead that glowed through her dusky, midnight-colored hair. Despite her petite and slender stature, my lover's tentacles engulfed nearly the entire bed, turning our bedroom into a glowing nest of tendrils. A nest I gladly collapsed into as they reached for me and pulled me in, my head resting against her modest, but inviting bosom.

Touching her was unlike anything else in the universe. She seemed to lack any sort of bone structure, and was thus completely flexible from head to toe to tentacle tip. Her body had a strange squish to it, but was simultaneously firm and powerful. The best description would probably be if you've ever touched an octopus tentacle, and yet that wasn't entirely accurate either. Her touch was otherworldly, as if it didn't belong, existing both within and without our plane of existence.

“You work too hard." her voice coiled around me, though it lacked the same mind-swaying compulsion that had drawn me up to bed. “You should be well aware of your frailty."

“I am, my love." I murmured into her breasts, my hands searching for her waist through a maze of tendrils. She responded by coiling those slithering appendages around our bodies, trapping us together in an inhuman embrace.

Selen's fingers found my hair and combed through my messy locks. Her fingernails were more like claws, but their dangerous points always managed to tickle and graze, rather than poke or impale. She delighted in my squirming, her mind reaching out to touch mine and read my every neural impulse, allowing her to zero in on the most sensitive of places on my scalp in need of a good scratching. “I have grown fond of this thing your kind calls 'cuddling'. Yours is a warmth unlike the harsh rays of the sun, or the boiling rage of the mantle below."

“Your kind doesn't get intimate at all?"

“Intimacy is weakness. Once every million years, we may choose to mate with one another. Worlds burn in the wake of our coupling."

“Well that's terrifying." I chuckled sleepily. The past few months had desensitized me to some of the creepier things Selen said. Sometimes she still caught me off guard, but talk of the starless abyss, dead worlds, and the endless hunger of elder things had become all too common in this household since she'd joined me here. I'd met her on a trip to Dubai to meet a representative of a client; some rich big shot who wanted to build another hundred-million dollar hotel. You've probably heard a thing or two about Dubai, so I'll spare you further details on the city itself. I'd gone to survey the building site on the city outskirts when the sand beneath my feet gave way and I fell into the ruins of an old structure buried beneath the desert.

Now, I'm no historian, so I couldn't tell you who built these ruins or which conflict had destroyed them. But what remained had been well-preserved, and it took me some time to find my way around. I hadn't noticed at the time, but there had been a confidence to my steps that shouldn't have been. I realize now that I'd been guided to her—my otherworldly lover, trapped and sealed beneath the sand for god knows how long. She hadn't looked the way she did now, and let me tell you, my first instinct was to run and crawl my way back up the hole I'd fallen into. She had all the tentacles, sure, but there wasn't anything remotely humanoid about her. Her mass was on par with that of a grown elephant, and she glared at me with a dozen hungry eyes surrounding a maw lined with teeth.

I'd feared for my life, yes, but there'd been something about her that convinced me to stay. I noticed she'd been impaled with something—an old, rusted sword, it turned out. A relic of the past, and apparently imbued with some means by which to immobilize her. She never growled or snarled at me, nor did I get the impression that she'd harm me, in spite of her terrifying nature. Against all common sense, I pulled the sword out of her, and she was free. I half-expected to be devoured, but the now-mobile shadow spawn simply watched me with all twelve of her eyes. I don't remember much after that—just those eyes, studying my every move. I recall feeling them within my mind, ancient and alien, probing me for answers I wasn't sure I could offer. I awoke on the sand in a daze, surrounded by my business partners and being peppered with questions. There was no way I could tell them what I'd seen.

The rest of my trip in the Middle East proceeded without incident. Only when I returned home did the creature from beneath the sand reveal herself to me again, in the form she now most commonly assumed. Imagine my shock when she appeared in the corner of my bedroom, eyes aglow, tentacles spreading dangerously like an abominable wingspan.

Ah, but she wouldn't give me time to reminisce further. The mass of tentacles shifted and twisted, repositioning us so that she was on top. Her lips found mine and claimed my mouth in a long, gentle kiss. Slender arms looped around my shoulders, and I raked my fingers up and down her back. Kissing was something I'd sort of had to teach her; this form wasn't familiar to her, and she'd failed to find purpose in it despite her probing of my mind. But just like cuddling, she'd grown to love this display of affection, and I dare say she was now more adept than I was.

“You think about the past a lot." she crooned between kisses, her body arching under my touch.

“It's a human thing." I quipped before her lips found mine again. Her tentacles slithered under my shirt and into my shorts, their smooth, rubbery lengths caressing every inch they could reach. In mere moments they'd undressed me, our nude bodies pressed together, evoking a heated sound from both of us.

She stared down at me as our lips parted again. “The past is as it was, and always will be. The future is yet to be shaped. You should keep your eyes forward."

“What if I'd prefer to keep them on you?"

“I do not speak in riddles. You knew the meaning of my words."

I couldn't help but laugh. “I was just being silly. Taking the opportunity to flirt."

“I see." Selen studied me, her head tilting to one side. I still couldn't quite figure out when she could read my every thought and when she was utterly clueless. “Your courtship rituals still perplex me. But I enjoy you."

A dangerous question left my lips before I had the chance to think twice: “Are yours truly so dangerous?"

“When two Great Elders copulate, it is as much a battle for dominance as it is a breeding negotiation. Our colossal size and immense power do not treat the landscape kindly. And we spare no thought for those crushed, incinerated, or disintegrated in the process." She buried her face between my neck and shoulder, her words reaching my mind rather than my ears. “Hesitation could mean death. Even true death."

“The fact that you differentiate the two…"

“A difference your kind would utterly fail to truly grasp. Give it no second thought." Selen's tentacles resumed their insistent caress, their smooth surfaces shifting into textures better suited for tickling and teasing. I writhed beneath her, and her golden gaze returned to me after a moment. “You truly are fascinating. Half the world's men would flee at the sight of me, even in this form, and the other half would bury their questions under their lusts and ravish me. Your curiosities are… refreshing."

I couldn't argue with that. Even I'd been tempted to run when she first appeared in my room. I recalled how my fear had frozen me in place as she approached, one calculated step after another, and reached out to touch me for the first time. In the instant that our minds touched, I immediately knew who she was. The familiar presence I'd felt back in the ruins, an exchange of thoughts without words, albeit far gentler, less dominating and overpowering, and more… curious. In that moment, I knew I was safe. I knew I could appreciate the dark beauty that stood before me, not just in inky flesh, but in the labyrinthine mind that reached out for mine. An infinitely complex maze of secrets, of endless eons of ancestral memory from before the time of men. Within the intertwining of thoughts and memories I glimpsed structures beyond human imagining; great towers the size of entire worlds and walls of flesh and bone. Fractal spires that stretched on to infinity with no apparent purpose but to simply be. Terrifying and awe-inspiring, and apparently inspirational. My designs improved by leaps and bounds over the days following my trip to Dubai, and I knew she was the reason.

“You are drifting again." Selen gently scolded me and turned my wandering gaze back to hers. A new tone found its way to her voice, bordering on playful. “But that is alright. I know what holds your attention."

I wanted to answer, but in mere moments my words would not matter. She would know all, and my mind would cleave to her every request. Her luminous eyes changed, those irises of molten gold splitting into concentric circles of black and amber. They pulsed and throbbed together, each threatening to overcome the other before shrinking and giving way again. There… was no looking away from this. Something about the infinite tug of war between black and gold absolutely captivated me, and I found my mind opening wide for her essence to pour into me. And pour in she did; the immensity of her being filled out every empty space within my mind and soul, ever threatening to overtake me entirely but never quite pushing so far. All I could do was stare… and feel…

“You are mine." her voice caressed me in ways I never dreamed possible. Had she not held my fragile psyche in her delicate hands, it might have broken, torn and shredded and lost to madness, leaving me an empty giggling mess of love and adoration for the rest of my days. She might have even found a passing entertainment in that had I been anyone else. But I was more to her than this. So much more. I was Hers.

“I adore you." The words passed her lips and mirrored in mine.

She smiled for the first time since I'd come upstairs. “That's a good boy. You enjoy this."

I used to think I was pretty dominant in the bedroom. I'd always been the top, the lead, the one to make things happen. Selen showed me just how wrong I was. Every time she overtook my mind was just as potently arousing as it'd been the first time; there aren't words to describe the sensation of having someone else's consciousness overlap your own as she slowly mesmerizes you into complete submission. She'd done it enough that my mind just accepted her without resistance at this point, but that didn't stop her from slowly dropping me down into trance each and every time. After all, she said it best: I enjoyed it.

Her thoughts swam around mine, wrapping them in their embrace just as her tentacles did with my body. Their surfaces formed soft rounded suckers which kissed and caressed my skin in ways no pair of lips ever could. In this state of absolute oneness, our sensations intermingled, and she dialed up every pleasant touch my nerves would accept by a thousand. A wet heat around my now throbbing cock sent my entire being reeling, my head thrown back and my lungs emptying in a loud howl of pleasure. Her pussy clenched and rippled around me, her form shifting to find a perfect fit. My unremarkably average length didn't matter; my dark lover took her achingly sweet time riding me all the same, ecstatic hisses passing her clenched teeth as she grinned down at me. It could have been the smirk of a predator to its prey, had I not known her better.

“Good boy." she crooned both verbally and within me, every syllable injecting pure liquid sex into my being. “You belong to me."

“I belong to you…" the words came unfiltered from my lips, between fits of whimpering moans. Ask me a year ago if I'd imagined myself devolving into a mewling boyslut like this, and I might have hit you.

My reward was a faster pace—faster tentacle-kisses, faster caresses, faster meeting of her thighs and my waist. The onslaught of mingled memories never ceased, blurring past and present into a haze of ecstasy. Every time we'd coupled like this, all condensed into this moment, from the first awkward fling to this hot, steamy embrace. Her hands pressed to my chest, pulsing eyes glaring down at me, keeping me docile and compliant while she had her way.

A pressure on my mind drew my focus away from the waking world and into a dark void. In this quiet and empty place, there were only two inhabitants: Us. Here where the only light for a million miles was her golden glow, I had no choice but to bask in my Goddess's radiance. To stare into her enslaving gaze, to prostrate my very existence before her and beg for it to be enough. The light of her eyes and tendrils flared, as did the ecstasy welling up inside me. She gave me leave to release the building pressure, and I complied with an eagerness unfelt with my past human partners. I could have gone on forever, spilling my seed into her again and again, my climax refreshed every time the light around her flared once more. Was she going to let me stop..?

The void around us gave way to pinpricks of light. Few, at first, and then more. More. More. An endless stellar expanse blossomed around us as I came and came and came. Time blurred as the cosmos spun around us. I beheld the nebulous birthplaces of the stars themselves, watched them bloom into radiant globes of life-giving heat and light, only to consume themselves and all things within their grasp in cataclysmic stellar death. I watched entire worlds grow and die, whole millennia passing in moments as our memories swirled together, threatening to merge entirely, if not for the faintest strands of will holding them separate. Her lips sealed around mine, and we tumbled through a raging universe, her hips rocking against mine as I fed her my essence, until we swung past a singularly dark place in the cosmos. I stared into this inky void, pried from the golden glow of my lover by the intensity of its… wrongness. From within a single amber eye, impossibly enormous, opened wide…

And I was back in my bedroom. Selen loomed over me, her eyes having reverted to their typical shining gold, distinctly lacking the hypnotic pulse she'd given them an eternity ago. “Welcome back." she crooned, and I went to answer, but became suddenly aware of a tentacle gently lodged in my mouth. “You were very loud. I did not wish to alarm your neighbors."

Said tentacle slowly pulled away, and I took a breath of fresh air. “Sorry. I don't usually moan so loud."

“No, my love. You were screaming. I think you were afraid."

Had I been? It was hard to recall anything but mind-breaking pleasure. But that trip across space had been rather more intense than the visions she'd shared with me before. She spoke up in answer to my unvoiced question: “You saw things as I do. When it is time for a great slumber, or when I die an untrue death. You dreamed the dream of a slumbering god. You were likely unaware of your own fears."

A fear so deep I couldn't even register it. Unnerving, to say the least. Still, it hadn't stopped me from cumming myself silly. My limbs felt like rubber, my heart still racing, and the distinct sensation of my cock being utterly spent clued me in to that. “Interesting thing to show me while we're in the middle of fucking."

“You are displeased?"

“No, just… curious as to why."

Selen's head tilted slowly. She studied me, brows raising the tiniest bit. “You wanted to know. Perhaps you did not consciously think of it in the moment. I followed a strand of curiosity, and I showed you."

I couldn't stop myself from chuckling. For all her power and knowledge, she sure could be a little clueless at times. Then again, she wasn't exactly used to mating with humans. “I would make a comparison with someone giving me an astronomy lesson while mid-coitus, but it really wasn't anything like that. Or anything else a human could do to me, for that matter." I took note of the slight upward curve of her brow. Oh, had I worried her? “Hey, it's no big deal. Don't worry."

My lover's hands fell gently upon my cheeks. She leaned in close, but didn't quite let our lips touch. “I adore you."

“And I, you."

“I do not wish to scare you. If it was too much…"

“Oh, Selen." I gently pulled her in for a kiss, and the most adorable squeak escaped her. Sometimes the mask really did slip. “It was just oddly-timed. Most humans don't get existential during sex." No, that usually came after. It was called post-nut clarity for a reason.

“You don't? But when I was looking through your computer, I learned that some humans enjoy fear during intercourse."

“Ahh…" I chuckled. Oh boy, she'd been on the internet. “I assume you came upon the term 'scaroused'."

“Yes!" Suddenly excited, she gripped my shoulders, eyes wide. “Does this not count? You were screaming."

“W-Well…" I stumbled over the words in my head. Was it even wise to expose her to this? “That's less of an existential fear and more of a primal one. Imminent danger versus the inevitability of extinction."

“Oh!" my lover's eyes lit up. She smirked, and I immediately regretted my decision to educate her. “So it's more like… this?"

The room shifted around us; inky black portals to the void yawned wide, and more of Selen's tentacles emerged from within. These, however, were lined with hungry, slavering mouths, each snarling in a language that made my ears want to bleed. One of these mouths loomed over me, its wet saliva dripping onto my cheeks.

“Please me, mortal, if you do not wish to become my next meal…"

Even in spite of how gentle I knew Selen to be, I couldn't keep my heart from thundering in my chest. My arms refused to move, and every impulse that left my brain to send my legs into motion refused to make it that far. If nothing else, she'd proven that when it came to fight, flight, or freeze, I was firmly in the third camp. “Maybe…" I meekly began, “tone it down just a touch."

“O-Oh!" All at once, those dangerous maws vanished, and she was kissing my cheeks. “I'm sorry! I thought… Oh, I'm really no good, am I?"

I gently hushed her, cradling my now frantic eldritch beloved in my arms and stroking her impossibly soft hair. “You're alright, my dear. You're alright."

She never ceased to amaze me, this strange other-thing. But at the same time, I think I recognized this tenderness within her when our minds first touched. Perhaps I even saw it before she realized it, herself. This desire to be held, to be comforted, to be loved in ways that she truly could not feel from her own kind. Or maybe it was all a facade, and my usefulness would one day come to an end, and she'd consume me.

“I would never." she huffed into my chest. I'll never get used to how easily she can pluck thoughts from my mind. Her luminous eyes shut, and she murmured to me in a sleepy tone. “You do not trust me."

“I…" God, were there words appropriate for how I felt? I breathed out slowly and continued to pet and caress that midnight mane. “We're so… so different, Selen. Trust is a process. It doesn't ever really… resolve. And I do trust you to not make me your next meal."

The grumbling elder-thing now curled up against me squirmed a little. She opened one suspicious eye and stared at me for a long time. “I am unaccustomed to these feelings. Forgive me."

“There's nothing to forgive." I chuckled. “Don't worry. I'll be here when you wake up."

“I do not sleep as you do."

“Even better."

She slowly shut that eye again. Her cheek nuzzled up against my shoulder, and her tentacles gripped possessively around me. “You are my precious human. I have marked you. None can harm you without trespassing me. And I would never." She squeezed me hard, bordering on uncomfortably so. “NEVER. Hurt you. I adore you. My precious, priceless, irreplaceable human."

Maybe I was crazy, but I chose to believe her. And if that did make me crazy, I didn't really care. I held her close, stroked her hair, and murmured sweet nothings to my lover from beyond the stars. Even if she'd never stop being somewhat scary, or my mind didn't ever quite get used to her otherworldly nature, I'd love her all the same. And if that was just suggestion, or influence from her far more powerful mind, I'd accept that too. She might have been some Eater of Worlds or Bane of Humanity with no true name utterable by human tongues, but to me she was just Selen, an adorable shadowy Elder Thing who'd swept me off my feet and into a strange, otherworldly romance. I would accept her for all she was, and all she chose to be.