The Return

by Ballzac

Copyright© 2011 by Ballzac

Horror Sex Story: An ancient evil is awakened when a couple delve too far into forbidden knowledge.

Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Romantic   Rape   Horror   Pregnancy   .

H. P. Lovecraft stands as one of the all time masters of the horror story genre. His works have been brought to life in movies and television. He inspired other writers in his own time, and down to the present date. Writers such as August Derleth, Clark Aston Smith, Frank Belknap Long, J. Ramsey Campbell, Brian Lumley, among many, many others, have found inspiration in Lovecraft's writings and have added both to Lovecraft's pantheon of Old Ones and to the names of the forbidden books of lore, which open glimpses onto the realms of the evil gods.

With all due apologies to H. P. Lovecraft I offer this short story about hidden knowledge and the dreaded Old Ones. If the reader has not encountered H. P. Lovecraft's stories, I urge he or she to do so.

I would like to give my undying gratitude to French Lavender for her review, corrections, and input to this story. -- Ballzac

I am now faced with a terrible choice, which no man should have to do, a choice that was brought about by my own hubris. There are no good options left; whatever I do I will doom my eternal soul to the darkness, which surrounds the spheres. I shall be left naked before the wrath of the dark gods. My wife and I thought we had mastered the forbidden knowledge. After all we had performed ancient and terrible rites time and again with success.

My name, not that it matters, is Timothy Ward, and my wife is Ann Warren Ward. We both have shared a fascination of the occult, which has gone far beyond the layman's interest in such matters. We have explored the hidden horizons that are beyond the imagination of most mortals. For most of our youth we diligently studied the occult, by that I mean we have delved far beyond those mundane things such as witchcraft, and so called magic, into paths, which are both esoteric and terrible.

I am 41 years old and Ann is 37, except for our preoccupation with the occult we are a normal couple. Ann is beautiful, her hair is very dark and frames her face, her eyes are hazel green with flecks of brown and gold, and her face is pretty with a slightly upturned nose and full mouth. Her body is petite and her hair flows down to her breasts, which are pale white and full, but not too large, with big nipples, and her legs are slender and her bottom is small.

We have two almost grown children who have no idea of our secret studies. Except for our interest in the dark arts we lead normal, mundane lives. Ann works in a bank and I sell insurance, our combined income allows us to live a comfortable life and has given us the finances to purchase a comprehensive library, which includes some very rare tomes.

We own a small barn in the woods, which we have remodeled to hold our library and to serve as an area where we could conduct our research into certain mystical rites and rituals. The barn was our secret place known only to Ann and me, where we conducted experiments, which produced remarkable results. Using some of the more obscure texts we were able to call up some of the lesser astral beings, nebulous things without form or substance; however, we realized that such practices were but a prelude to even deeper mystical wisdom.

As we delved ever deeper into the depths of the almost forgotten lore, we became aware of the existence of the Old Ones, which predated man by eons, and who dwelled in spheres approximating our own world. These beings had been banished from the cosmos by the Elder Gods ages upon ages ago, but who were ever trying to regain what they once ruled. Their names were whispered among secret sects who practiced blasphemous rites in desolate regions.

Their names ring out as a blight upon all, which mortal man considers holy and normal; Azathoth, Cthulhu, Sub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep, Tasathoggua, Yog-Sothoth, among others. Extremely rare grimoires, such as the forbidden Necronomicon, the pre-human Pnakotic Manuscripts, the blasphemous Unaussprechlich Kulten, and the dreaded De Vermis Mysteriis hold the keys by which the gateways between the spheres, which separate our reality from the Old Ones, may be opened.

Yet until recently, my wife and I were only able to obtain imperfect copies of such texts; however, I received word through certain contacts of mine about the estate sale of Howard Peabody Dow. Mr. Dow had been a recognized master of the more profound aspects of occult studies. He had dug deep into ancient belief systems and wrote extensively about his findings. The bizarre aspects surrounding the demise of the famed occultist made headlines locally a year ago. He was found in a locked room of his mansion, his neck broken with such force that it had almost been severed from his body; the room was drenched in a coating of slime, which defied analysis and could only be likened to that found as bodily secretions of certain mollusks indigenous to the South Seas.

For about a year his estate had remained sealed as the investigation into his death followed its due course. At last his heirs were allowed to proceed with auctioning off his possessions, which included his vast collection of occult books and scrolls. Once my wife and I heard about the pending auction we were determined to use all our savings to purchase whatever we could from the Dow estate.

On the day of the sale we arrived early having deposited all our savings into our checking account. During the auction we joined bidding on many works, including a reproduction of the famed Doctor Dee's Necronomicon; however, in every case we were out done by other bidders. Finally, a copy of Howard P. Dow's handwritten spell book came up for bid. I was surprised that the other bidders displayed little interest in what I considered to be one of the prizes of the entire estate sale. I suspected that Mr. Dow's spell book had to contain some very rare incantations, which had been carefully gathered from obscure sources not to be found in his personal library. There were only two other people bidding against us, both of whom dropped out of the bidding, allowing us to walk away, with what I felt certain had to be the prize of the day, for only three thousand dollars.

I can hardly express the joy and excitement, which my wife and I felt as we waited for our check to be verified. Had I known then where that damn book would lead us, I would have run away from the place and would have destroyed our secret hideaway in the woods. However, our thoughts at that time were only on finally obtaining a major work of occult significance, which would allow us to plumb deep into the depths of secret wisdom.

Once we had the spell book in our possession, we went directly to our hidden retreat, where I locked it away in a special safe, which contained the rarest tomes of our collection. We allowed ourselves only the briefest of glances at the work; however, in the short time we scanned the book, it became evident to us that our purchase was well worth the money that we had paid for it.

"Tim," my wife said as she turned through the pages of the book, "this is great! There are incantations in here, which say they open the gates between the spheres of existence between this world and the realm of the Elder Gods. If this is true, we have in our hands the key to the gates."

"I am sure it will be of great value to us," I answered, "but we will have to proceed carefully. We have to remember the first rule and not to summon up that which cannot be put down. However, I am sure we are going to learn a vast amount of knowledge from this book."

With reluctance we locked the book away, as the duties of parenthood called. The children would shortly be arriving at home and dinner had to be started, which by mutual agreement would this night be takeout.

After that day, we began a serious and detailed study of the spell book. It proved to be an arduous and almost daunting task, which required ever further research from other sources as we delved into some of the work's more obscure concepts. Luckily our library was a great aid in helping us to define many of the spells; however, some of the incantations were phonic renderings of languages no longer spoken by modern man. Some were ancient Egyptian, of which I had a fair understanding, while others were in Aramaic, Arabic, and what may have been the pre-human tongue of those who wrote the Pnakotic Manuscripts.

During the months, which followed either my wife or I were almost always at our woodland retreat engaged in study. Sometimes we would copy certain passages of the book to bring home for discussion after the children were out of the way. We had long had a habit of keeping our secret life totally separate from our normal existence and only our excitement in the revelations we where uncovering caused us to break our long prohibition. Weekends would find us together working side by side, as we slowly but surely unraveled the complex formulas.

After a time I felt that I had uncovered the spell, which had caused Howard P. Dow his life. I believed it to be an invocation to certain minions of the being known as Cthulhu, who slumbers in a city sunken beneath the waves of the South Seas. Somehow, Dow had done something wrong and his barriers of protection had broken down; although, how such a master could have failed so terribly was not apparent. Certainly something had gone wrong and that something had cost H. P. Dow his life in a most horrible manner. Perhaps his protective fires had gone out, perhaps the warding glyphs had somehow gotten erased, whatever it was something had reached out between the spheres and claimed Howard Dow.

Both my wife and I realized the danger of recreating the fatal last rite, which had cost Dow his life, and we resolved to dedicate our studies to what appeared to be less hazardous endeavors. We began to perform some of the lesser rituals, which opened to us new horizons of wonder. I shall not describe the encounters we had, other than to say we called up things both beautiful and terrible and from those beings we learned of greater realms, which lay within our grasp.

Each success that we achieved emboldened us to advance further into unlocking the hidden mysteries, which we knew lay before us. As we gained further knowledge of the rituals we were performing, we realized that the barriers between the spheres had been blocked sometime in the recent past, and that the gateways between realities had been sealed to prevent access to our world to those that dwelled beyond. However, we wanted to reach out and contact some of the lesser intelligences who held vast amounts of knowledge, which we knew would further, enlighten us.

"Let's perform the ritual of the Eighth Gate," Ann said, one night when we were sitting alone at home. "Do you think we can get the material components?"

"I think so," I replied, "but it won't be easy or cheap. The Eighth Gate opens onto the rim of the realm of the Old Ones. We don't want to risk contact with any of them. We have to make sure that all the protections are in place. The incense will be the hardest to obtain, one of its components is the remains of a mummified human liver. I know someone that has access to conopic remains of an Egyptian mummy, but it will be expensive.

"If we open the Eighth Gate, it will be worth it," my wife replied. "We have come this far that we can't turn back. The secrets of the universe are within our grasp Tim, we cannot stop now."

"Alright, but the Eighth Gate is the most dangerous thing we have attempted, we have to make sure that everything is perfect. We cannot have anything out of wrong. Even the lesser beings are dangerous."

"I know that, my love," Ann said, "but we can do it. We won't make the same mistakes as Dow by delving into things too far. I know that too much knowledge can hold madness or worse for those that seek it, but the Eighth Gate should not be too hazardous. After all, it has been opened by others since the beginning of time."

"But things have changed now," I replied, "I don't know the reasons but the way is warded to those that lurk outside."

"All the more reason for us to try the Eighth Gate," she said. "We can find out things that no lore can teach us. We have come so far, we cannot turn back now."

"I agree," I replied, "but we must make sure everything is perfect. However, now I think that we have something else we have to do that will be perfect."

I picked her up and carried her to our room. In a matter of moments we were both naked and entwined upon our bed. Our lovemaking was a ritual in itself learned from those quasi-intelligent beings known as incubi and succubae whose whole existence stems from the desire for sexual congress in all its forms.

I stimulated Ann's breasts until her nipples tightened with desire and a rosy blush spread across her chest. She pushed my downward to her splayed legs where my teeth pulled upon the hair, which covered her waiting sex. Ever so slowly my tongue danced over and around her slit until I pushed inward to find her pulsing clit. Ann spread her legs wider allowing me access to her inner lips, which I sucked into my eager mouth, my tongue teasing them as Ann moaned with passion.

I continued my assault upon her pussy, shoving my tongue deep within her streaming hole. Ann's hips bucked against my face as her orgasm filled her stimulated body. My mouth covered her opening and I sucked long and hard bringing forth her nectar as she gasped in sexual bliss. I brought her through a series of climaxes until she lay limp and panting.

"No one in this whole wide world can suck pussy like you can, my love. Your mouth is magic. I kept cumming and cumming like a mad woman."

"You aren't done quite yet," I assured her as I moved myself into position above her. I took my cock in hand and rubbed it up and down her very wet sex taking extra care to ensure that her engorged clit received special attention. Aligning the head of my cock to her pussy hole, I thrust forward. "Now you are in for the main event of the evening, my dear!"

Even after making love to Ann for all these years, I still find her super tight, even when she is flowing wet. As I shoved my raging cock into her body I felt her pussy grasp firmly as it adhered around my hardness. I started slowly to fuck her and built up speed until I was plunging into her clinging sex like a piston.

With her eyes tightly closed Ann wiggled beneath me as she again reached the peak of sexual fulfillment. Her legs rose up trashing in the air around me as she cried out in bliss. I felt her pussy pulsating around my cock as she rode out her cumming.

"Ahhh, fuck me, fuck me, cum for me lover!"

"As if on cue, I felt my balls tighten as my cum came shooting through my cock and into her womb. It felt as if my soul was flying into her body with each spurt of my cum. Only then did she lower her legs and I rolled over beside her.

"Not only are you the world's greatest pussy sucker but you also are the world's best fuck. I don't believe how many times I came, hard cums too!"

"It is not hard to do when I have the world's hottest babe lying here with me."

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