When he appeared before me, I couldn't believe it. Cthulhu exists. Seeing him should drive me mad and I think I've reached madness, as I take off my sailor uniform in front of him. Not the Sailor Mercury one. My university uniform.
I'm naked in front of him. Cthulhu places his clawed hands on my breasts. He plays with them. He pinches and pulls at my nipples. I moan. His big penis approaches my vagina. He rubs my entrance. I feel myself getting wet from the inside.
Cthulhu rapes me. It's obvious. Yet I want this. I want his cock inside me. I want to cum for him. I scream "yes!" as he drives his cock deep into my pussy. Cthulhu thrusts his cock hard, again and again, until I cum and he spreads his seed. I'm in orgasm, in ecstasy.
When Cthulhu pulls out his penis, I beg him to put it back in my hole. Instead, he uses his tentacles to penetrate all my holes. One tentacle is in my mouth, one in my butt and one in my vagina. I cry with joy. My body wriggles with pleasure. Cthulhu's hands are still playing with my breasts.
I belong to him. I am happy. Suddenly, Cthulhu speaks to me telepathically. He tells me he's going to own my friends' bodies and he wants me to watch him do it. His wishes will be granted.