Dear gay dpp reader, welcome! A short preface before I begin. This prompt is all about fantasy occult rituals, exhibitionism/voyeurism, religion kink (fantasy witch religion but still), lesbian and homoerotic attraction, tentacle monsters, and breeding. What you will not find is noncon/dubcon. All characters must be willing (and ideally enthusiastic) participants in the coven’s rituals. No one will become a sex slave for an otherworldly being. It’s important that we stay on the weird but consenting side of the line.

“Don’t venture into the Wailing Woods.”

It was a frequent piece of advice in Araevale, a traveler’s town marking the path through the forested valley. Caravans passing through the valley were warned to ignore the cries that came from betwixt it’s ancient trees on full moons. Children were told stories of delinquents being taken into the woods by demons to never return. Old widowers kept themselves busy with rumors about how miss-so-and-so and her friend were poking around the edge of town. And the young women, well, they were the ones wailing.

Long before Araevale, with its traders and bustling inns, came along, the Coven of the Moonmother called the valley home. A short journey into the woods would discover the treehouses and tents of the faithful, living together in harmonious devotion to the dark arts and their goddess. A few rumors sparked by witches generations gone by truly worked wonders in ensuring their continued peaceful co-existence with the neighbors. On occasion they even drew prospective converts from the more curious women looking . After all, a serene commune of witch women in a beautiful forest practicing magic for centuries? Where else were the outcasts and perpetually single women expected to go?

Still, there was some truth to the tall tales. The women who wandered into the woods rarely returned. Not that they wanted to, after all. Then were it’s dealings in monsters. The townsfolk called them demons, with stories of hellish tentacled beasts tormenting the town in search of sacrifices for the coven. The reality was far less intimidating.

Yet still, every full moon the forest was alive with whispers and flickering candles. Deep between the trees lay the covenstead, bright moonlight falling in through its dilapidated roof. A chorus of hums leaked into every crevice.

Before the moonlight sat Elder Selene, an elvish woman well into her sixties, alongside her human partner Mother Eve. The two had led the coven for nearly three decades now, yet they still grew excited as their lunar goddess unfurled her beauty into the night sky each month. But rituals had traditions to be followed; they couldn’t let their enjoyment get the better of them. The two high priestesses meditated cloaked only in light silks and shadows cast from the candlelight behind them.

On the other side, the coven’s witches hummed a chant in an ancient tongue. Girls from young adulthood to the elderly were scattered about the temple, some keeping amongst themselves and others gathering close to the light. They sat and laid in various states of undress, some in robes and others nearly nude. From the crowd a young elf giggled, embarrassed at her topless form. An older elf to her left shot her a disapproving look, only to silence her with a kiss.

At the center of it all rested a pentagram bathed in moonlight and a woman lying on her side amidst it. She was nude, the only thing hiding her body from the open air being the light blue hue of flower petals scattered on her body.

At last, Elder Selene spoke. Her voice was low and husky, filled with wisdom beyond her years.

“Moonmother… Moonmother… bless this servant with your light…”

The candles went out. The pentagram burned a deep purple. Ohs and ahs spilled out from the crowd.

“Allow this servant to join you in Holy Motherhood, O Goddess.”

A shaking erupted from the ground with the return of the candles’ flames, dancing wildly. And when it stopped, the woman in the pentagram was joined by a squirming tentacled messenger from her goddess.

The woods would wail once again.

Okay. That was a lot. The gist of the prompt is roleplaying out the titular Mothermaking ritual, in which a chosen witch is bred by a cute but eldritch tentacle monster. While the rest of the coven watches, helps, and gets up to their own fun. If you’re looking for something longer term, I’d also like to get into the aftermath.

If you’re interested, send me a dm with a character you would like to play, your kinks, and an introduction. I’ll likely be playing the many other witches in the coven, but I’m also happy to have the roles reversed as well. Women (cis, trans, and non-binary people all welcome) only. I’ll ignore chats and low effort stuff.

Hope to hear from you!