Melissa was still sitting on my bed when I returned. She didn’t speak as I sat down next to her and took off my shirt.
Leaning back against the wall, I surrendered to my selfish urges and let the being inside me come forth. Grotesque tentacles burst from my body in a spray of clear, sticky fluids; unlike my dreams, it was painless, pleasurable even, like being freed from clothing two sizes too small. The squirming appendages lashed out and wrapped themselves around Melissa, pulling her toward me in an alien embrace. She didn’t struggle; instead, she smiled and gave herself to me, her expression a mixture of rapture and victory.
Mouthlike suckers, ringed with tiny teeth and rough tongues, tore her clothing away so that by the time the twisting coils withdrew into the earthly vessel that was my body, her hot flesh was pressed against my own cool, clammy skin.
I held her tightly with my human hands while intumescent projections, extensions of another part of my body—a more appropriate part, under the circumstances—grew forth and penetrated her, front and back simultaneously.
“Nyarlathotep,” she moaned, and for the first time in days, I saw an honest emotion on her face.
Adoration.