You lie on your back, your sunken eyes staring up. You'd be looking straight at the ceiling if it were not for the cursed entity that has plagued your home for the past week.
You had tried to invoke a tulpa, approaching the subject without the seriousness that it had deserved in hindsight.
You first consulted /x/, the go to board when it came to these matters. You were left unsatisfied with their answers, you choose to augment your rituals with advice form /pol/ mixing Jewish Kabbalah with Esoteric Nazi lore.
That was probably the root of your great mistake
"TIC TOC TIC TOC TIC TOC." The thing cachinnates endlessly like a clock hooked up to a V8 engine. It initially terrified you to unconsciousness, now it just prevents you from sleeping.
Every night it would take various different forms, some grotesque and beyond human ken but others morbidly beautiful.
Her current form was more of the latter.
She looked exactly like Kronii is every way: In her breasts, hips, ass and legs.
The only thing that was different were her eyes, they were maelstroms of swirling darkness that had tiny orbs of blue swimming in it's abyss with a chaotic Brownian motion. It looked like staring into the infinite coldness of the universe.
Those "eyes" were staring at your own, transfixing you in place as it renders your soul to pieces. Well tried to render your soul to pieces.
Why didn't this thing kill you yet?
"Do you love me anon?" It's voice was fundamentally wrong, a cacophonous legion of myriad humans all speaking at once.
Should you answer?
"Yeah. I got no choice do I?" You tiredly say out, you've given up on life.
"Then kiss me." She opens her mouth wide, it looked perfectly normal if it weren't for the black ooze that seemed to act as it's version of salivia.
What did you really have to lose at this rate?
You grab it by the back of it's head, holding tightly a fistful of it's hair.
You force it down towards you, shoving your tongue into it's gaping eldritch orifice.
You can feel your balls and asshole clench in preparation of the incoming unpleasantness
You blink, wow, why was it so sweet?
The thing tries to break from your grasp, you let go.
"GAWK GAWK GAWK?" It sputters out with it's unearthly voice, did you overpower it?
You rise up, like a dead man escaping the grave. You're filled with newfound courage, your dick reaching fall mast.
The tulpa looks back at you, it's inhuman eyes stare at you.
Stare at you with horror.
"Hey, Kronii, come here." You say with a viscous grin.
The creature recoils, it tries to get way. You grab it by the ankle, dragging it back to you.
You have a hand on it's collarbone, you pin it down easily. You were taken back by how fragile this supposedly fearsome entity was.
"Let me go!" It whimpers out ineffectually, your imperfect helpless Kronii.
You lower your mouth next to it's earlobes, nibbling on it with lustful hunger.
"He who fights monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes back into thee." You quote Nietzsche while tearing off the thing's panties.
It's trembling, you can hear it whine out like a beaten dog.
You dare say she looked cute like this.
This wasn't the tulpa you ordered, but you're not picky. A hole was a hole.

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Pub: 12 Sep 2021 15:18 UTC
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