Called by the Old Gods (A Monster Mpreg Short)

By Rowan Stone

The gods of the deep ocean need mortal aid to bring their new anchors into the world.

Senryn, an acolyte at the Gods' temple, is plagued by dreams of passion and the seductive call of the ocean depths. He knows the heart of the temple is forbidden to all but the High-Priest and those who tend to him as he bears the gods’ mortal forms into the world, but the dreams summon him into the temple depths, determined to offer himself up for the gods’ use.

A monster mpreg short, from tentacle impregnation to birth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Burning Lotus Press
• Release date: May 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224642274

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CALLED BY THE OLD GODS

A Monster Mpreg Short

TEMPLE OF THE OLD GODS #2

ROWAN STONE

Called by the Old Gods by Rowan Stone

Published by Rowan Stone

Copyright © 2022 Rowan Stone

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All participants are over the age of 18.

CALLED BY THE OLD GODS

"Senryn." The voice caressed Senryn’s body like fingers running across his thighs, like lips trailing over his skin. It made his prick harden between his thighs, needy and aching, until he yearned to reach down and take himself in hand.

But he couldn’t. His wrists were bound, held in place by thick bands that felt, not like rope or metal, but like living flesh, cool and smooth against the thrumming of his pulse. He moaned in frustration, hips moving, rutting against empty air.

"Senryn. Come to us." The voice surrounded him, echoing from distant walls. Senryn peered around, trying to see the source, but all that met his eyes was fog, shifting and billowing in the dim light. It is your time to serve.

Serve how? Senryn asked. His voice sounded small after the echoes of the greater voice, and his breath caught, wondering if he had been heard, if he should have spoken at all.

"You will serve us in the most vital of ways."

In the fog, something moved, scraping and slithering across stone, but instead of fear, Senryn found his heart pounding faster with anticipation. Whatever service was being asked of him, he wanted, desperately, to provide it.

A touch on his ankle, cool and firm like the bands around his wrists, made him inhale sharply. It slid across his skin, around his ankle, coiling up his calf. Another band captured his other leg, but there were other things touching him, dozens of them, dark, slick tendrils that glistened in the dim light.

Now there truly were long, cool fingers tracing across his skin, stroking over his lips, his stomach, his chest. Dozens of unseen lips, sucking and teasing at his nipples, his throat, the skin