In an abandoned warehouse, far off the beaten path and away from prying eyes, a large gathering of half-naked boys and young men are sitting in a large circle. Their crazed chanting is slowly reaching a fever pitch, the words having been repeated so many times by now that they've lost their original meaning and turned into unintelligible sounds, but they fulfill their dark purpose all the same. Outside the skies are clear but a sudden crack of thunder brings the chant to an abrupt halt as reality itself suddenly tears open like an over-ripe fruit surrendering to a dull knife. Darkness spills from the tear along with an almost cloyingly sweet smell. For a moment there is nothing but quiet until...
"My babies~!"
The mind voice is smoky and filled with a maternal love stronger and older than the Earth itself, buzzing in the heads of the cultists like infrasound. Most of them moan unintelligible in response, their eyes staring lovingly at the huge cream-colored entity emerging from the slowly closing rift. The vaguely squid-like monstrosity towers above the gathering. Hundreds of unmatched feminine eyes pan across the room as she giggles in their minds and starts to rhythmically undulate in what almost appears to be a seductive dance meant to entice them. On the underside of her many tentacles are rows of fat heavy breasts that drip with inky blackness as they sway with each undulation. Most of these plump tentacles end in donut-shaped orifices already glistening and purple-swollen with excitement at seeing so many cute males ready to copulate with their eldritch mommy. Her cultists are really making an Old One like herself feel sexy. Such good boys deserve a nice reward.
The otherworldly being's many eyes become half-lidded as she coos invitingly at the surrounding males, psychic emanations of lust causing them all to harden even further for her. She seems to tremble and with a needy mewl the monster moves outward and starts to slowly engulf them, each cultist smothered by the breasts from at least three tentacles. The monstrosity giggles again as they all gratefully accept her affections and start to eagerly kiss her creamy flesh, some even latching on to puffy nipples to greedily consume her black milk. Feeding her cute babies feels almost as good as letting them impregnate her holes so the monster starts to shake with a handful of simultaneous orgasms almost immediately. A few of the cultists blow their loads prematurely from feeling her pleasure through the psychic link, but it's hardly a problem. Everyone knows that these orgasms are just the first of many tonight. Her mind voice rings out again.
"Missed your Mommy~?"
Most of the cultists moan loudly in agreement, their lust making them tremble as they clutch greedily at the voluptuous flesh surrounding them. Feeling her psychic nudge to proceed to the main event as the monstrosity almost teasingly presents her swollen needy orifices to them, all the cultists quickly mount a tentacle to sheathe their wildly throbbing cocks in the nearest mommy hole. The pleasure is almost too much to bear and most of them ejaculate inside of the monstrosity almost immediately. Her large form shakes with a multitude of orgasms whose resonance threatens to drive the cultists mad but instead just pushes them all into a breeding frenzy. The motherly horror squeezes half of her eyes tightly shut while her other half stare lovingly at her sweet babies as they pound away at her holes like dogs in heat, crying out again and again as they spill their seed inside her fertile holes. Load after load of hot sticky boy cream is offered up as a sacrifice to their eldritch mommy and she ravenously accepts it all.
Each cultist has at least a handful of eyes watching him at all times as he keeps mindlessly breeding the tentacled monstrosity, her mind voice echoing inside his head with praise for making her feel so amazing. Whispering his name as she assures him that he's her very special boy and moaning encouragements for him to keep going for as long as he wants. It takes hours upon hours with dozens of mind-shattering ejaculations but the cultists are only human and ultimately have to admit defeat. One by one they collapse into the soft embrace of their mommy's breast tentacles and drift into a deep dreamless sleep, some still lovingly cradled inside of her greedy holes while she continues to gently milk them. She holds them all throughout the night, hundreds of mismatched eyes gazing lovingly at each cultist as she imagines all the maddening pleasures that they'll share the next time that she's called. She almost can't wait. The eldritch mommy HUNGERS, her fathomless love the only thing preventing her from raping them all to death. Maybe they'd be into that, though? Even though she has no mouths she smiles to herself. They're such good boys~.