Synopsis! Deep in the forest, you grew use to the noises. The symphony of chirps and groans that whistled through the trees… Until it didn’t…
Pairing! Eldritch Monster x Reader
Content! human!reader, forest eldritch monster, woods at night, danger, size difference, telepathic communication, monsterfucker, thieves, murderers, overprotective.
Word Count! 5.5k
A/N! Man do I love a size difference in a relationship even though you are smol and they are the size of a literal mountain.
There was a level of sound that was expected this deep in the woods. The settling of ancient trees, and the steadfast chirping of creatures smaller than visible in the dark hours of the night. Noises that contributed to a lulling melody that kept you asleep through the witching hours of the night.
The absence of sound stirred you out of the unwitting doze you found yourself in. Allowed the beating of your heart to take over all perceivable sound.
Until it didn’t.
A crack rung out just within earshot, stirring you from your curled up position on the ground and bring you to your side. Arms digging into the small rocks you managed to rest on. Pulling your upper body up high enough to gaze out into the dark of the night. Too dark to realistically see anything beyond shapes of figures, and yet you strained to push your eyesight past what you knew you could. To see what had disturbed the forest around you into silence. Something that didn’t belong this deep within the trees, and stumbled through like a lead-footed newborn heedlessly.
You adjusted yourself, preparing to raise fully to your knees, when the solid form against your back shifted. Rippled under the pressure of movement, and yet caressed you all too carefully—reluctant to be the sole cause for you to awake at this unusual hour.
“What stirs you from your sleep my beloved?”
The question settled deep in the base of your skull. Branching up into your mind, and settling deep into your chest in a near uncomfortable way. In a way that felt not too different than releasing every last bit of air from your lungs, and sitting with that subtle ache in your chest. An ache that once scared you. Long ago, something so startling it nearly sent you tumbling into a nearby ravine, but now filled you with warmth on even the coldest of nights.
“Something’s out there. Somewhere beyond the second oak leading to the villa…” before you could work yourself up to a standing position, the surface below you caved just enough to slide you further into its palm—the once flat fingers curling up around your form.
It’s indescribable colors passed through your vision as it’s secured hold lifted you up. Skin you only knew to be penetrable by massive fallen trees, and similarly rough to the touch of bark constructed the protective structure you took shelter in each and every night. The very mass of barriers that was temporarily blocking your view of the woods around you as several arms shifted to move the lumbering entity out of its restful place—all working together in a choreographed dance to journey further away from whatever had made you wake in the first place, and raise you up into the branches that thinned the higher you felt yourself go. Past the shaded canopy, and into moonlight that only broke through on nights the wind shifted the leaves typically above you.
“Do not pay mind to the sounds in the forest while I am around, for with me you will only know peace…”
Warmth joined the deep ache as you were brought face to face with the being that took you in long ago, and now called you their’s. Even I the dark of night, you could see how expansive their form overtook the landscape. Several sets of thick arms and legs entombing everything within its radius. Dark, rough limbs that spent weeks at a time still—woven amongst the trees like an impenetrable growth that had taken over as far as the eye could see. Limbs that held you so delicately as you continued to move away from your previous camp, and gradated lighter toward its face.
As though it absorbed every last bit of moonlight it could, its face was much lighter than the rest of it. A halo of wide reaching horns extruded from the crown of its skull—something you only called this for the bone like color that was only found here. While it did not have eyes, the sockets on its elonged head always kept a watchful gaze over your form. A necessity for how often you found yourself needing its help navigating through new and unfamiliar surroundings each time you moved.
“Rest little one… We have all we need once again.”
It’s mouth never moved, and you once again found yourself caring very little. A being many considered a sign of end times, your eldritch monster, reassured you to lay back down. To watch the world pass by as this being found a new place to exist along side you.
For that’s what it vowed many years ago.
So you kept your sights forward, until the late night air reminded you to close your eyes, and the subtle movements of you body in the palm of your creature reminded you once again to put your safety in its many hands. You let out a sign, and fall asleep once again, ready to awake and explore the new lands you were being carried off to.
And your dutiful monster… the eldritch abomination that would move heaven and hell for the little being it plucked from the dangerous woods made sure all was well in your perception of the world. For you would never know pain again. Never know the cruelty of man again…
And never see the trail of bodies it left behind…
Beyond that oak tree that led to the village you had ventured into earlier that day. The one place it could not follow you, but watched from the edge of the trees for your safe return. Watched as several men pursued your frail form in search of an easy target.
This is a comparison of my 1000 foot tall deep sea monster, C’thegra, vs a 6 foot tall (Noah) human. What the fuck. This scale is enormous and I really hope I can make this come across in the comic. I’m definitely going to draw this comparison myself, but just for comparison safe, this is insane. Thank you stopping, and I wish you the day you deserve (hopefully that’s good, but only the Elder God of Memories can know). xx Daemon
Finally decided to share one of my pieces. It’s my Eldritch void god character Sae, driving pleasure through oviposition. It’s one of my more frequent kinks I think.
Sae is the god of sensuality, which is defined as the fulfillment of the senses, so created them to be a seeker of that fulfillment working their design. I incorporated some of the seven deadly sins as a result. Not all but rather the ones that fit the theme best.
The multiple breasts and genitals are lust, while the rotund belly is gluttony. Sae’s ornamentations are obviously greed aside from the golden mask which represents pride.
All lap, just a quick note I can’t seem to fit in anywhere else, I love designing otherworldly genitals. That’s why Sae has an ovipositor/vag combo. Some of my favorite.
I would LOVE it if someone made a horror comic that would use the mediation of comics the scare the reader like how people use it in a comical sense for instance this
A monster using comic panels to chase/kill someone (just a concept right now so the art looks a bit rough) or some fourth wall-breaking shit like the end has the thing try to rip out the page and the back of the book looks like a hole was ripped through it with the inside of it being completely black
