Eldritch Enactment
Copyright© 2025 by Carlos Santiago
Chapter 40: The First Birth
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 40: The First Birth - After his father's passing in 1822, Silas Wolcott returns home to discover he has inherited a fortune beyond necessity. However, soon, he must uncover the secrets of his House and bloodline. From a seductive vampire to a university that wants knowledge, a tale of hubris, fear, and destruction unfolds.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Coercion Consensual Hypnosis Mind Control Gay Heterosexual Fiction Historical Horror School Science Fiction Alternate History Paranormal non-anthro Vampires Anal Sex Cream Pie Squirting Voyeurism Geeks Halloween Royalty Transformation Violence
“Every Great One loses its child, and then yearns for a surrogate.”
— Item description of the One Third of Umbilical Cord, Bloodborne. Written and directed by Hidetaka Miyazaki. Developed by FromSoftware and published by Sony Computer Entertainment. Originally released March 24, 2015 (North America) for the PlayStation 4. Copyright © 2015 Sony Computer Entertainment. All rights reserved.
They told her she was far enough along to give birth. Abigail did not understand why the handsome man was returning to her.
As she felt his fingers between her legs, she did not initially want to give in to him, but then he flashed her a smile, and she could not help but surrender.
And yet, as her pleasure started mounting, she looked at the man, and she could not help but wonder for the briefest of moments if he was not who she thought.
She saw tendrils and long limbs that could not be human.
Just as quickly as she saw it, the being flickered back to being a man, and he gave her a smile.
“Everything’s okay, Beautiful.”
The being was not using his phallus on the woman. Rather, one of the limbs was probing within the woman.
The paternal being did not invade her most private portions. Her body was changing as she was panting and screaming. Rather than acclimations of pleasure, these were the cries of a body going through the pains of birth.
Only the process was alien, for she was releasing the first of a new generation of being.
The larger creature withdrew a small slug creature from her body.
A cry of exaltation left its maw.
The cry of the newborn thing echoed throughout the chamber.
Silas felt the sound rather than heard it. It vibrated through the stone beneath his feet and reverberated somewhere deep within his chest. They had not found a way to make it possible to hear on the other side of the glass without allowing them to know they were being observed, so they made each room soundproof.
Like their arrangement with the Eldritch beings, this was the cost of doing business.
Beside him, Dean Ashcombe stared through the glass with undisguised fascination. Silas could not know why, but Theophilus seemed intent on this arrangement beyond the safety of the species. It was almost as if he were aroused or amazed by that which he saw.
The creature that had fathered the child held the small slug-like infant carefully within several delicate appendages.
The newborn was no larger than a feline. Its pale body appeared to be white with a purple fluid over its body. Tiny translucent limbs twitched along its sides, and a cluster of luminous eyes opened and closed in an irregular pattern.
It might have been hideous by human standards and beautiful by that of the species it hailed from. There was almost no sign of being human or humanoid about the being.
Silas guessed it was healthy because the other creature did not seem unhappy.
The mother collapsed back upon the bed, exhausted from the ordeal.
Immediately the Eldritch being lowered one of its tendrils toward her forehead.
A faint blue radiance shined through the chamber. The woman’s breathing slowed and muscles appeared to be relaxed.
“What is it doing?” Silas said, frowning.
“Rest,” replied the being. Its voice manifested within their minds. “The vessel for the offspring has suffered greatly. Sleep eases the transition.”
The creature lowered its gaze toward the infant. An emotion crossed its impossible features.
Whatever it was, Silas could not interpret the feelings. However, for some reason he could not quantify, he thought it was relief that he saw.
The appendages surrounding the child trembled ever so slightly.
“The child lives,” the being said as it returned to the Gate in Theophilus’ office.
The being inclined its head toward Ashcombe and Silas individually.
“Thank you, Scholar. Thank you, Heir.”
The being paused before it went through.
“You have honored your word, and so we shall do the same. Your world is our world, and we shall protect it.”
Silas found himself unable to answer even as the infant shifted within its parent’s grasp.
For a fleeting instant, he imagined a future stretching far beyond his own lifetime. Generations of such beings. Entire civilizations born from bargains made in secret chambers beneath Dreibruch.
The world was about to become full of Eldritch beings. This was what he had wrought. In the moment, while making the plan, when going to see them, the answer was so very easy, but as he saw the creature being born, there was no right way to say it. This all felt wrong somehow.
That thought chilled him to his very core, infecting him from his heart to his veins and lingering in his bones.
A noise was heard behind them as the being left. Silas ran back to find the woman’s body convulsing.
Ashcombe was quick to be behind him.
“What was that?”
The Eldritch being was gone, so there was no answer from him.
The woman’s back arched violently until it appeared as though she had been snapped in half through the vertebrae.
Silas stared in disbelief.
Blood appeared at the corners of her mouth as a dark fluid was leaking out of her left eye.
Dr. Kaufman rushed inside with three nurses close behind.
“Move!”
The physician went to the woman immediately. One nurse handed him instruments, another prepared bandages, and the third uncorked a vial of diluted vampire blood.
Kaufman pressed two fingers against the woman’s neck. He let out a sigh and shook his head.
A thin stream of pale liquid emerged from one nostril. Silas realized with horror that it was not blood at all.
Beyond the chamber, beyond Dreibruch, beyond even the boundaries of their world, the universe remained vast and indifferent.
Yet within that small room, the cost of continuation had finally acquired a face.
The examination room smelled faintly of antiseptic, lamp oil, and death.
Outside, Dreibruch continued its nightly routine. Students crossed illuminated courtyards. Nurses (both the newly paid ones and the nuns) moved through the wards. Somewhere distant, patients slept.
Within this room, however, there was only silence.
The body of Abigail Christie rested beneath a white sheet upon the examination table.
Dr. Wilhelm Kaufman stood beside her with bloodstained leather gloves folded carefully into one hand. A brain with eyes was within a glass jar. Notes were written in his sharp, methodical script in his personal journal.
Silas remained near the wall. He could not handle the death they had made on this day.
Ashcombe stood beside the table.
Nobody spoke. The day between the birth and this examination had been Kaufman’s chance to understand precisely what happened with Miss Christie. She was the first successful woman carrying an Eldritch being’s child. At least four more women were pregnant.
While they were not exactly best friends, people will have known Miss Christie. People might inquire as to where she was. Either a lie about her leaving or telling the truth about the birth would have to be done.
Silas would not looking forward to either option.
At length Kaufman broke the silence.
“Many things killed this woman, but I think the greatest problem was that her heart exploded.”
The words sounded absurdly simple.
Silas looked up.
“What?”
Kaufman removed a sketch from the pile.
“The organ ruptured during the final stages of the birth.”
He handed the drawing across.
“A better way to say it was that every chamber exploded to be honest.”
Ashcombe examined the image.
The physician continued.
“It appears the strain placed upon the body exceeded what human anatomy can withstand.”
Silas swallowed. He wanted to cry and scream all at the same time, but he knew that would do him no good.
Instead, it was Ashcombe who spoke.
“Could the blood have saved her?”
“No. That damage was catastrophic,” Kaufman said.
The doctor hesitated for a moment. Then, he motioned to his jar.
“And that was not the most troubling discovery.”
Neither man liked the sound of that.
“This woman’s brain had eyes growing in her brain,” Kaufman said.
Tiny structures protruded from the folds of the tissue. There were no eyelids, so nothing blinked, but it was all true.
Ashcombe was amazed, yet still disgust formed on his face.
“What am I looking at? I mean ... I suppose the better question is how did this happen?”
“I do not know,” Kaufman confessed. “Somehow, the neural tissue began producing ocular structures.”
While Ashcombe kept looking at the organ and Silas was shaking his head, Kaufman continued.
“There is more.”