Roger uses a finger to pull the blinds aside, only enough to carefully peek through without anyone seeing from outside. The sky is full of lightning and colors that aren’t possible. His mind shudders when a sudden flash of white electricity from heaven illuminates a long tentacle arching across the sky.
“How’s it looking out there?”
Roger steps back from the window shaking his head. “Let’s say, not great. We’re running out of time. Old Gods, aliens, fucking death muppets. Whatever you want to call those things, they’re here, and they are royally fucking shit up.”
Becca looks up from the book she’s been studying with a pained expression. She chewing on her lip absentmindedly with worry. “Ok….ok, ok. Here we go.” She brushes a wisp of raven hair back behind her ear and adjusts her glasses.
In their little duo, Rogers was the muscle. Ex-cop, grizzled and jaded to all hell. A million other people could have filled his role, as long as they could swing a chainsaw when the demon hordes were running towards you. But Becca was the brains. Half his age but ten times smarter, she’d been studying ancient religions are Miskatonic University when the bottom started falling out of the world.
When Roger first met her, he’d been in the process of using a shotgun to pick apart an army of frog people. He heard something in a nearby alley and discovered a waif of a girl clutching an old tome to her chest. He would have taken her for a hysterical librarian but for the wild look in her eye. Oh yeah, and the charred remains of other worldly hordes at her feet. No idiot, he immediately suggested a team-up and hadn’t regretted it yet. Although, to be fair, odds were pretty good that neither one of them had much time left alive to regret anything.
Becca looks down again and flips a page. The book isn’t just old. It’s ancient. She’d told Roger enough of it’s provenance that he always avoided looking closely at the pages.
“Alhazred was well and truly off his rocker by the time he got to how to stop anything. But I think I’ve got the basics. It’s…..”, She looks up at him apologetically, “Well, it’s sex magic. Guess there’s no other way to describe it. It’s… um, yeah. It’s a fuck spell.”
Roger’s grasp on reality has been tenuous at best over the last few days. He’s seen things, heard things, (Hell, even smelled things) that simply can’t exist. At times, he’s worried that his brain was literally dripping out of his ear and onto his shirt, as the world he thought he knew and understood unraveled into more primal stuff around him. But this really takes the cake.
“What?”
“I know, I know. But there it is in fucking Arabic. Well, not really Arabic. Pre-Arabic. What Arabic is based on.”
“Wha?, No. I don’t care about the language or pre-language or whatever the hell it is. We have to have sex to stop that giant squid monster out there?” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder towards the door.
Becca shrugs. “Well, I mean, yeah. That’s it. There’s a lot more to it that I need to worry about, but that’s the general principle.”
Roger is holding up his hands in front of him in defense. “Look, Becca. You’re a nice kid. And don’t get me wrong, if we’re going out, I can think of a lot worse ways to do it than….you know. But you’re young enough to be my daughter for Christ’s sake. We met three days ago. I….I’ve seen some shit, but I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around how this,” He points wildly back and forth between the two of them, “Is going to stop that.” He points towards the door again.
“Ok, let’s see if I can break it down.” Becce pushes her glasses up and rubs her temples. “Reading this book is like trying to understand how Jello jiggles.” She lets go a big sigh of air and pushes her glasses back into place.
“There’s our world, right?”
Roger nods, following so far.
“Right. But there’s a lot more. There’s a lot more than our whole universe. Everything, and I mean everything.” She gesturing around them to entire small room, “Everything is a lot bigger and, I guess, deeper than we thought. Following?”
Roger gives a halfhearted shrug.
“Ok, so behind our reality, all the things you’ve ever known, like how gravity makes things fall and ice being cold, behind all of that, there’s this whole other place. Those guys outside are from that place.”
The full spectrum of how fucked they are finally starts to settle in Roger, and it shows on this face.
Becca continues, “Now they used to have a foothold here, a long long long time ago. But they got booted out. So for everything that we know as history, they’ve only been able to probe into our reality just a little bit, through things like this book and some weird spooky followers that remembered them. Somehow, they’ve punched a hole into our reality and their world is flooding into ours. But here’s the fucked up part…”
Roger braces himself for it to get more fucked up.
“Our reality is…I guess you’d say ‘allergic’ to them. They’re not just like viruses that infect and take over. We’re allergic. Our whole reality is going into anaphylactic shock just having them around. That light show out there, the way your brain feels like it’s straightening out it’s own wrinkles when you look at them too closely, that’s our…essence coming apart. They’re unmaking us, Roger.”
Roger ran out of horror a long time ago, but he wishes he had some to express right now. “And sex is going to fix that?”
“Well, yeah. Sort of. There’s a spell in here that’s related to the way that the… ‘intruders’ I guess is the best translation, were kicked out last time. It’s magic, so yeah, magic is real, too. I guess let’s put that out there. But it’s an appeal to a much bigger and older thing then even them. It’s sort of like when you were a kid and someone was being an asshole so you told a teacher. We’re going to try to get the principal’s attention and ask him to fix the hole.”
Roger is speechless. He tries, but nothing comes out. It’s just a flapping jaw and an expression of utter confusion.
“Yeah, ok. Whatever. You know this stuff, and I don’t. What you say, I do. Sure.”
“Great. Um, I’m going to need to do a little preparation, and I guess you can clear a spot on the floor. I think there’s a blanket in the closet. Oh, and one more thing.” She looks up biting her lip again with worry. “It’s kind of important…well, let’s say it’s critical. It’s CRITICAL that we orgasm at the exact same moment. That’s what makes the whole thing work. Can we make that happen?”
Roger can only shake his head in disbelief. “Yeah, no problem.” The sarcasm rolls out like thick molasses as he turns his attention to making a love nest on the floor.
By the time he’s done relocating stacks of papers and spreading out the throw blanket on the hard linoleum, Becca has arranged a series of candles around them and sketched weird angular symbols in sharpie on the floors, walls and ceiling.
When they’re both done, they stand awkwardly on either side of the blanket.
“Well, showtime I guess.” Becca smiles, rocking on her heels awkwardly.
“Um, yeah.” Roger agrees, but doesn’t move.
With a nod of determination, Becca starts to strip. She’s tossed her shirt and bra to the floor and is working on her belt when she looks up at Roger, who suddenly realizes he’s been staring wide-eyed.
“You joining me, big boy?”
“Oh, uh…yeah.” Roger’s face is red with embarrassment as he unbuttons his shirt, too.
They’re standing mostly bear in moments, both down to only underwear. Roger’s, white three-day old briefs, and Becca’s blue and white striped cotton.
“On 3?” Becca asks. Rod nods.
They both grip their waistband as she counts. “1….2…..3”
In parallel they drop their drawers to their ankles, and of course, both take a peek at the other. Roger’s groin is a forest of salt and pepper pubes, and his flaccid penis hangs heavily. Becca has a small triangle, once carefully maintained but showing a shadow of new growth since the world started to end. Roger’s manhood gives a slight lurch, chubbing up at the site of her, and Becca smiles.
She sits down first, feeling the hard floor beneath the blanket. She reaches for Roger’s hand and pulls him down. He settles awkwardly into an Indian style pose.
“I don’t think that’s going to work, cowboy.”
“What? Oh, yeah.” Roger’s face flushes again, and he uncrosses his legs.
“Do you need, you know, help with that?” She nods down towards his member.
“I…I guess so.” Roger says sheepishly. His gravelly tenor doesn’t lend itself well to sheepish.
Becca leans down between his legs and takes him between her lips. Roger can’t help but give a soft moan, and his body responds immediately. Becca feels him swelling in her mouth, blood flowing into his cock and the flesh growing longer and harder against her tongue.
She bobs slowly, working up saliva in her mouth and letting it drip down his shaft. With no lube, she wants as much help as she can get for what comes next. The sounds of her sloppy movements are loud in the otherwise silent space. It’s only Roger’s labored breathing, her lips and his cock.
After a minute or two, she pulls away, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Alright, that seemed to work.”
Roger chuckles, “Yeah.”
There’s a sudden pounding at the door. Something big and angry wants inside and seems upset that the metal door isn’t letting that happen.
“Shit, they found us.” Roger’s head whips around in panic.
“Yeah, but that door will hold long enough. There’s still time. You ready?” Becca asks.
Roger doesn’t answer. Becca reaches out, laying a hand on his still hard cock. “Roger?”
He turns to face her again.
“Let’s do this.” She whispers softly.
He nods and helps her lie back, fighting the urge to look at the door again. He’s between her thighs, and awkwardly supports his weight on his elbow.
“Hold on,” Becca reaches down between their bodies to grip him, angling his member to find her entrance.
“Ok, now push.”
Roger takes his cue and moves his hips forward, feeling himself sink into warmth. Becca moans at the intrusion, his cock head slipping into her velvet sheath. He moves slowly, in and out. Offering more of himself with each push.
“Roger…”
“What? Is something wrong?”
“No…but we don’t have time to be gentle, if you know what I mean.”
Roger feels stupid, “oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry.”
The banging at the door is even louder, frantic and hungry. Roger pushes himself completely inside, their groins meeting with the union. They both groan together, and Roger starts to move faster.
“Uh, uh, uh , Fuck.” Becca grunts at the apex of his thrusts. Roger doesn’t answer, but keeps up the pace, thrusting rhythmically and powerfully into her whole full force.
“Roger?” She whispers beneath him, and he slows to look down at her.
“Yeah?”
“Can I…. can I call you, Daddy? Like right now?” She looks embarrassed to say it. “It’s… it’s like a think for me. And it’ll help me get there.”
Still thrusting, Roger can only nod. “Uh huh. Yeah.”
“Mmmmmm”, Becca moans, “Daddy.” She looks up into his eyes, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me and cum in me.”
Looking down at her, Roger discovers something new about himself. His thrusts are long and measured, and he bears his weight down on her with each thrust. She notices his vigor and squeals with delight.
“You like me calling you, Daddy? You like my pussy around your great big cock?”
Roger groans with passion and increases speed. He can feel a bubbling inside, the animal within him roused to life and giving it’s all for the end of the world.
“I’m getting close.” He grunts.
“Fuck. Me, too, Daddy. Just a little more, just a little harder.” Becca closes her eyes in concentration, blocking out the end of the world and the monster at the gates. Focusing only on him, inside her, near to burst.
“I’m…I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum on your cock, Daddy!” She feels the muscles in her stomach start to clench. Feels electricity building in her toes. “Cum for me. Fill me up! Fucking cum for me, Daddy!”
Roger releases, and together they surf the wave of endorphins exploding in their monkey brains. His body clenches and churns, spewing it’s hot effluent into her. Her body clutching and shaking beneath him, filled and overflowing.
They shudder together for several moments, lost in each other. Finally they breath heavy sighs of completion and look into each other’s eyes.
Roger looks love struck and tired. Becca looks confused.
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you hear that?” she asks.
Roger listens then shakes his head, “No. I don’t hear anything.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. The pounding stopped. I think we did it.”
She’s crawling out from under him and Roger has to roll aside. She runs barefoot to the windows and peeks out.
“Fucking-A, we did it!” She gives a shout of triumph and jumps up and down in celebration. She grabs the drawstring and pulls. The blinds shoot up, and sunlight streams into the room. Outside, the blue sky is dotted with pale, wispy clouds. A songbird sits on the tree branch just outside and gives a happy chirp.
Roger looks around the room. His chainsaw sits bloodstained in the corner. The terrible book still open on the desk. And on the floor, the blanket shows only a wet spot. A puddle of fluids from their moment of union. It’s not much of a memorial to their world saving moment, but it’ll have to do.
He rises and joins Becca at the window.
“It looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/b4lcbd/the_only_way_to_save_the_world_mflovecraftage
The last thing I ever expected was a story on the Cosmic Horrors attacking, and the solution was sex. But you know what? Well fucking done. *Applause.*
A great piece of horror erotica. Excellent writing.