HP-ish

>The glistening lavender form that had so vexed and galled me with her viscous flesh, ascended in her gelatinous glory. Such was the sight that my bare body shivered listlessly, though no longer from the frigid depths of the cavern I'd discovered and resided within.

>The degree of my appalled vexation at being transfixed by the sight of that female's rippling fecundity -- for now I could not conceive of her as gender-less, no matter her exoteric shape implied! -- distracted me for an eon. What countless time I spent in the happy frolicking and writhing of her sinuous display!

>Knowing in the deepest primordial knots of my soul that her joy revolved, both physically and spiritually, in the pleasure of my flesh. That indelible imprint of me that she carried now was not some abstract immaterial, for the sensual ever-moving liquid of her un-mappable curves glowed, hummed, throbbed with a fervor-driven strength that left me bewildered. But not bewildered in whole, for all but a stiff tumescent thrilled part of me lay aghast and confused under the thrall of her maddening flowing.

>This ever abberant and unrepeating dance, only drew my dazed vision for so long. Soon however, that which I'd feared second most upon discovering the Shoggarths in their sphere drove for me in wet slithering ripple. One of the many that now dominated the cavern moved its fluid form so close that I could hear it dripping with depraved anticipation. The core of my being quailed in sorrow and dread -- to feel another grope its way into the recesses of my soul was a thought that unleashed the grotesque within. A million agonized fevered dreams burst into fruition, as my numea unraveled and sanity eroded.

>The depraved and heathenistic coupling that the first Shoggarth had plied upon my vulnerable frostbitten and exposed self was not to be repeated by the contender. No, this other was intercepted by the first while she continued to cavort in celebration of our shameful blasphemous mingling.

>"NO.", burbled that which had claimed me. And her voice was terror for the puddle clasped in her liquid tendrils. My mind went blank at the low pitched squeal of the smaller puddle as it's own purplish hue converted into the richer deeper shade of my Shoggarth.  Not having the stolen essence of my flesh to succor it, the tone and color of it collapsed and bled into the liquid lusty laugh of my Shoggarth. Her form grew slightly, as her dutiful smile grew smugly.

>Ashamed as I was in that moment, the relief and gratitude I felt for her was real. For somewhere during the vile fleshy acts that bound us, she had probed and learned the innermost reaches of me. She knew the fragility of my mental and physical constitution. She knew of the abhorrent slight of God and Nature that fashioned my nervous disposition -- the cold implacable jest of an uncaring universe was visible to her multitude of glowing yellow eyes. Each and every one of those vivid golden orbs shone with so much tenderness that my breath was stolen in a glance. In every slippery turbid movement her concern for me was clear, as the babbling of a nearby river.

>"He is not the sort to be shared. He is mine. No other may partake. None may share ... lest they be subsumed.", said my Shoggarth and her now girlish shape and voice couldn't disguise the viciousness of her smile, a promise as implacable as any true maid's. Some ragged corned within me sagged, relieved at this benevolent counterfoil to the cruelty of the unyielding kosmos.

>The primitive blobs surrounding us rippled at her claim. Some angry and knotted, others meek and despondently dripping. But having been so long without direction to ply their services, some could not resist. Even knowing her promise.and the consequence of attempting to claim me, they remained undeterred. So then did they come, and she fulfilled her promise without exception, subsuming each and every contender.