To Love the Stars

Just as Noah was about to begin eating, a curious thumping from the stairs interrupted him, piquing his curiosuty. Looking over, he saw an animated bed - Miska's bed - clumsily creeping down the stairs, as if it were a cartoon character. Dumbfounded, he watched as the bed lost solidity, becoming a semi-solid mass of dark purple sludge that vaguely resembled the shape of a bed. Continuing to nibble at her food without a word, Miska smiled sweetly at Noah as the significant mass crept towards her and rejoined her main body, merging with the lower half of Miska's mass. Noah raised an amused eyebrow at her, but Miska simply stifled a giggle and went on as if nothing had happened.

After lunch, Miska suggested taking a rest break for a while. She used the mass that she had just reabsorbed and formed a comfortable sofa, allowing the two to rest on each other in front of the television. The pair simply cuddled for a while before deciding to play some video games. Noah was quite pleased to learn that, despite their home's relatively remote location, both the planetary internet and the hypernet connections were exceptionally fast, streaming at well over a gigabyte a second. That would certainly prove useful, coordinating his personal projects in his workshop with his other devices at the Arclight lab.

After finishing a particularly challenging level, the pair ended their gaming session before moving on to unpack the remainder of the boxes, as their new sun began to fall over the horizon. The fields of tall grass were basked in the majestic fire-gold evening sunlight, and Noah eventually found his way to the kitchen. Noah knew that he was a decent cook - nowhere near the level of Miska, but pretty good. And while he deeply enjoyed these rare chances where he pampered her, Miska was actually quite a difficult person to cook for. Not because she was picky, but rather, because Miska wasn't picky enough. As an amorphous, shapeshifting being, Miska was capable of eating just about anything.

Of course, her favorite meal was him, but he preferred to leave that for dessert...

As difficult as they were to track down, Miska did have some preferences, and Noah was determined to create something amazing. He opened the refrigerator and freezer, fetched his ingredients, and prepared his cooking implements. He tied a red headband around his head, and then he went to battle. He dipped corn tortillas in oil, frying and hardening them into shells. He shredded chicken and grated some swiss cheese - Miska's favorite type - before moving on to the secret weapon, the salsa. Yes, it would be the salsa that truly made or broke these tacos. Cilantro was a mutual favorite of theirs, so he added a good amount of it, before mixing in some tomato and pepper.

The most important part, however, was the talua fruit. A talua fruit was a vaguely magical, aquatic plant that grew beneath the Caribbean sea back on Earth, and tasted sweet like a mango. The fruit was highly nutritious, widely cultivated among aquatic monsters and their husbands - and it was one of Miska's greatest weaknesses. She couldn't get enough of them - the delicious fruits were one of the things that could make Miska break character.

Noah considered that, if he had teased her with a talua fruit instead of a banana this morning, things might have played out very differently.

Miska continued her tasks as Noah cooked, diligently dusting dirty furniture and hefting heavy boxes into her husband's basement workshop until he finally declared that dinner was done, calling her into the kitchen.

"Tacos?" Miska asked, cocking her head and examining the carefully prepared display. "I thought I recognized the sound of cooking oil."

As Miska's eyes fell upon the bowl containing the secret weapon, her gaze faltered.

"Is that...?"

"Talua salsa," Noah grinned. "I think you'll like it."

Words can scarcely describe the magnitude of the sense of victorious pride that swelled up in Noah as he watched Miska take her first bite, her face melting into a blissful expression. Her eyes shot wide as her substance took in the food, tasting it thoroughly before reluctantly dissolving it and distributing the nutrients throughout her body. Her cheeks flashing to her blushing cheeks, Miska gently shook her head and giggled madly.

"Ah!" she swooned. "To have master lovingly prepare such an amazing meal specifically for me...I must be the luckiest shoggoth on Veruna."

Noah wouldn't be surprised if she was the only shoggoth on the planet.

"Truly, the height of depravity," he agreed with a chuckle. "So, I take it you like it?"

"Oh, it's incredible, master!" Miska nodded vigorously. "I will have to endeavor a great deal to match this for tomorrow's dinner!"

"I'm looking forward to that," he laughed.

With that, the two finished their meal with teasing conversation, occasionally interspersed with more of Miska's ecstatic giggles. When they had finished, Miska outstretched several tentacles at once, snatching up all of the dirty plates and swiftly carrying them off to the sink for cleaning. Several small tendrils were poking out from under her skirt and apron, excitedly fidgeting and wriggling. The luminescence of Miska's eyes was reflected in the plates that she was cleaning, and her additional eyes in her hair and clothing were all trained on her master, her gaze eager and seductive.

The air was becoming rich with a coppery taste, energized with the promise of what was about to transpire. Tiny electrical signals sent tingles through Noah's body, making his body hairs stand on end. This was going to be a exquisitely long night.

Noah finally got up from the table, coming up behind Miska, and placing his hands on her shoulders, giving them an affectionate squeeze.

"Come to the roof once you're done," he said softly, gently tilting her head and planting a brief kiss upon her lips. "I think it's time we did some...brainstorming."

Miska's shoulder's shot up and froze, turning back and looking at her husband. She fell upon their telepathic link on instinct, forgetting to move her lips as she voiced her question.

Master wishes to join with me?

Grinning, Noah responded by moving a hand lower, slipping a hand through her clothing and giving her ass a playful squeeze. Miska gave an excited squeak, then burst into a fit of mad giggles.

For a moment, their eyes met, and Noah nearly lost himself right there. Her eyes were like miniature stars, pouring out unimaginable amounts of energy - love, lust, and madness, all melded together into one enigmatic form. They threatened to capture him, and if successful, he knew it would be a long while before he got out. No, he couldn't look into her eyes right now, or he would never make it to the roof. He wanted terribly to just take her, right there in the kitchen, but he tore his eyes away and forced himself to wait just a bit longer.

With herculean effort, he stepped away from his incredibly aroused maid and headed upstairs towards the roof, departing with a wave and a chuckle.

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When Miska finally stepped onto the roof, she was greeted by Noah, who was waiting for her at the center of the roof, sitting cross-legged on the floor. The flat section of the roof that could be safely stood on covered only a small portion of the building, but offered an incredible view of the surrounding landscape. A small wall that wrapped around the edges of the flat roof kept them secure from rolling off, and created a private little sanctuary for the couple. And above them, far away from the light pollution of the capital, millions of different stars shone clearly in the night sky, forming an intricate whirlpool that gleamed against the inky black.

"I would have brought a blanket," Noah chuckled, resisting the urge to shiver in the cool, night air, "but I thought you would prefer to use your own."

Wordlessly, Miska nodded and pulled a large, comfortable blanket out of her sleeve and set it down upon the floor, creating a space for the two to lie down. Smiling, Noah adjusted his position, scooting over and laying his back on the blanket, gesturing for Miska to sit with him. Kneeling down, Miska adjusted herself and placed her husband's head gently in her lap, beginning to run her fingers through his hair and gently caress his face.

"There is something that you wish to ask," Miska concluded, understanding that he was still restraining himself.

"Yeah," Noah hummed. "Well, two things, I guess."

"What do you wish to know, my star?"

"That, actually," Noah answered, tilting his head up and meeting his wife's loving gaze. "I'm not sure I ever found out the reason - why is it that you call me your star?"

Tilting her head curiously and adopting a neutral expression, Miska momentarily forgot her burning desires and considered his question. Looking up at the ocean of stars, she took nearly a minute before she deigned to answer, pale orbs gleaming in the moonlight.

"Stars shine against the black," she said softly, looking down again and stroking her master's head. "They defy the void. In a world of nothing, they choose to create something. We are all their children, whether we recognize it or not."

"You have the soul of a star," Miska said, lips curling up into a warm smile. "You create, invent, and love...and that makes you shine with a magnificent light. There is no one I would rather have as my master."

Brining a hand up to brush his fingers against her face, Noah brought his lips up to hers and let a kiss express what his words could not. Tingling, electric love flowed between the two, charged with unflinching affection and acceptance.

"Miska," Noah breathed, reluctantly pulling away. "You're perfect for me. You're the best maid...the best wife that I could ever hope for."

Swirling with more energy than he had ever seen before, Miska's eyes glowed on, tiny stars illuminated against the backdrop of the starry ocean above her.

"Which brings me to my second point," Noah chuckled. "Miska...do you think we should start a family?"

"Hah?" Miska's expression once again broke, her jaw falling agape. "M-master? Are you-"

"I'm serious," Noah smiled. "What do you think?"

"I..." Miska's eyes were a swirling whirlpool, a maelstrom of conflicted emotion.

"There probably won't ever be a better time," Noah continued. "We're more than financially stable, we've got plenty of room for a family now that we've got our own place."

"And I saw that look in your eyes when you learned that Jiayi was expecting," he added with a sly grin.

Croaking out some unintelligible question, Miska was still too stunned to properly vocalize.

"You're not the only one with mind tricks, love," Noah chuckled. "You forget how well you've taught me to read you. I know you were a little jealous of her."

"I..." swallowing, Miska finally regained her composure. "Master...do you really...wish to make me the mother of your children?"

"Do you want me to?" he prompted.

Staring at him, Miska's pale orbs softened with expression.

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes! Oh, master, I would love nothing more! There would truly be no greater joy!"

Laughing, Noah leaned up to kiss her again, which she met with eager passion. Tongue darting into his mouth, Noah's eyes went wide, and he had to pull away before she captured him. There was still one more thing he had to say before he could let himself go.

"Maaaster..." Miska whined, "I think you've kept me waiting long enough..."

Leaning over him, lust burned in her eyes, hoping that her drooping breasts would entice him to attack. If he did not, her hunger would not allow itself to be restrained for much longer...

"Last thing, I promise," he smiled. "There's a catch involved."

"A catch?"

"Mm," Noah nodded. "I want you to call me by name more often."

Blinking, Miska looked at him for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Very well," she said. "I gladly accept your terms, mast-"

"Noah," she corrected.

"Hmm..." Miska tapped a finger to her lips thoughtfully. "Yes, I think that is very pleasant to say aloud."

With that, the time for words was finally over. Pushing himself up, Noah got to his knees and turned to face his wife, whose expression instantly shifted into a wide smile. Leaning forward, Noah kissed her again, and this time allowed Miska to do as she pleased. Her eager tongue darted into his mouth, began to play with his and coating the insides of his mouth with her delicious, sticky substance. Brining his hands up to her shoulders, Noah squeezed and massaged them, then very gently pinched the top of her clothing, their nonverbal sign that he wished for her to remove her outfit.

Delighted that her waiting was at an end, Miska hastily complied, dissolving the white frills and black silks, exposing her naked form in an instant. Slipping one hand over her shoulders, Noah smoothed his fingertips along her back, gently pressing into her and massaging her. Meanwhile, his other hand slid down her chest, gently cupping one of her sizable breasts and beginning to play with it, pinching it and kneading it. Moaning deeply into her lover's mouth, Miska responded to the pleasure by decreasing her solidity, willing her substance to spread over Noah's body. Her body became less solid, and the two slowly began to sink down into the expanding puddle of Miska's mass. Ever the dutiful maid, Miska removed his clothing without pause, dissolving Noah's clothing before reassembling it outside of her, using a tentacle to fold and neatly stack it to the side.

Feeling two hard points poke against his chest, Noah broke the kiss, gazing at Miska as he moved downwards. Beginning to use both of his hands to tease her breasts, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples inside, kissing it and gently sucking on it. Arching her back, Miska cooed loudly and wrapped an arm around his head, pulling him towards her.

"The stars are watching us," Miska giggled, eyes shining brightly with love.

"Then I guess that makes us exhibitionists," Noah chuckled, before playfully growling and giving Miska a gentle push.

The pair fell backwards, landing with a squish onto the blanket, which itself was becoming less solid, devolving into a bubbly, sludgy mess. Kissing her again, Noah lapped up every drop of Miska he could get before turning his attention back to her breasts. As Miska felt her husband's stiff cock press against her belly, small tentacles formed in the blanket, along with needy eyes and hungry mouths.

Maaasster...Miska whined, Please, no more teasing...you've made me wait so long...

Miska's form lost uniformity, becoming a sensually writing mass of slime that now only loosely resembled a human woman. Noah, too, was nearly unrecognizable, covered head to toe in her substance, and could no longer even see his own body. Miska's ooze rippled and undulated over him, gently rubbing and pressing into every part of him, creating a divinely pleasurable massage.

Wrapping her substance around her master's aching cock, she gave it a reassuring squeeze, moving to line it up with her sticky, sopping entrance.

Noah, Miska continued. Please...join with me...

That was what he had been waiting to hear. With a single, mighty thrust, Noah took his wife, entering her completely and hilting inside of her. Crying out, Miska wrapped around him completely, pulling him down into her and completely surrounding him. Her pussy melded itself around him, creating the perfect fit for his dick that offered the ideal balance of warmth, stickiness, and tightness.

Pleasure erupted through the both of them, coursing through their telepathic link, which had grown a hundred times more powerful. No longer restricted to thoughts, they shared physical sensations as well, creating a sensory feedback loop. As Noah pulled back and thrust into Miska, again and again, he felt it from her perspective, feeling how satisfying it was to have his hardness fill her, feeling how hungry and desperate she was for his love. And Miska felt how incredibly tight and slick the walls of her cunt were, feeling the exquisite pleasure as every cell in her body devoted itself to pleasuring her master.

Finally, they were together again, fully joined in both body and mind.

Their pleasure soon became indistinguishable. Who it belonged to was irrelevant, for Noah and Miska were gone. There was only them, and their shared pleasure - two beings, as closely tied together as any could possibly be, united by love.

To give up your very existence, even temporarily, was not something to be taken lightly. Some would, perhaps reasonably, call it an insane act.

But this was what the frenzied lovemaking of the Abyss entailed - delicious, comfortable insanity, offering passion and love without equal.

Time lost any meaning as their unified mind gleefully surrendered to the ecstasy of joining. Their shared orgasm arrived without warning, the first of many to come that night. Release came like an erupting volcano, Noah's straining cock spewing a prodigious volume of seed, flooding Miska's slick walls and staining her insides white. Miska did not devour his sperm as she usually did, but guided it into her womb, delighting in the knowledge that there was a very real chance that it could impregnate her.

As her womb gorged itself on her beloved master's essence, Miska's share of the orgasm exploded throughout their shared mind, rippling through every cell of their being like an earthquake. The pleasure continued to build and expand off itself, until a mind numbing bliss was omnipresent throughout. Yet the pleasure still continued to climb, shattering previous barriers and reaching new thresholds of sensation.

Their joining took hours, and every shared orgasm brought them higher and higher, to previously unexplored levels of sensual bliss. Every thrust, every squeeze and every moan brought them closer together, allowing them to better cater to their partner's desires and feast on their pleasure. Squishing slime, slapping flesh and blissful groans formed an orchestra that lasted throughout the night. They fed on each other's pleasure, peaking again and again.

Just as the first rays of sunlight began to crest over the hills, Miska's tentacles finally fell limp after one final, cataclysmic orgasm, all of her mouths drooling and panting in blissful exhaustion. As their minds split, Miska rolled onto her side, holding her utterly drained husband close and giggling as their physical bodies groaned in protest, demanding sleep. She held him tight with her arms, her substance insulating them from the chilly air and forming a comfortable sleeping bag for the two of them.

Miska's additional eyes faded back into her body, finally having sated their hunger. And yet, as if by instinct, one of her eyes turned itself towards the sky. And as faint as it was, Miska was certain that she saw the light of a new star, briefly twinkling at her before fading from sight. Stifling a mental yawn, she offered them a silent prayer of gratitude before finally allowing sleep to claim her, drifting off and entwining her mind with her beloved master's dreams.

No matter where she was in the universe, she would always love the stars.

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A/N: So in reality, you can't really get an erection in zero gravity due to the lack of blood circulation and lower blood pressure. But fuck it, artistic license. That said, being able to procreate in space is actually a really important problem humanity will need to solve if we're ever going to have a proper space-faring empire.

I've mentioned it before, but the Shoggoth is by far my favorite species, so I really hope I did her justice here. I felt like her eldritch associations with cosmic/chaotic themes lent themselves well for a futuristic setting, so I went for one. This story was inspired by all sorts of cool sci-fi stuff. I'll give you a cookie if you know what game I borrowed the livestreamed moon impact from - I got pretty distracted by it when I was at the halfway point of writing this!