Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Loose skirt and high boots,” suggests Velora. “And you’ll want a fairly tight bodice to keep your girls under control.”

  She squeezes your breasts through your blouse, making you gasp in surprise. She laughs at your reaction.

  “Oh, you’re adorable, love,” she says. “Here have some more of this wine. Relax. You can worry about the family business tomorrow.”

  You lift the cup of sweet wine to your lips and take another sip. A few more sips as you and Velora talk and your face flushes with the drink. You find yourself laughing one moment and weeping the next. Velora is quick with a joke and offering her shoulder for your tears as you sob about your mother cooking you breakfast in the forest and your sister teaching you to use a bow to hunt a gertling.

  “What’s a gertling, love?” Velora laughs.

  Horrible little creatures about a third the size of a man. Mouths full of sharp teeth, bulging black eyes, and blue skin. You never could hit them with the bow. You remember your sister killing one with a hatchet once. That was rather grisly. But none of that is for Velora. Better she not know about gertlings and your sister murdering one with a hatchet.

  “Oh, a sort of deer,” you say. “Sorry. I’m a bit drunk.”

  “Yes, I can tell,” says Velora, taking your cup and setting it aside. “Your cheeks get rosy when you’re drunk. You smile a lot, when you aren’t crying. I like it when you smile.”

  She brushes that one white lock of hair away from your face again. She rubs your cheek with her thumb and seems very, very close.

  “It would be a shame if you left without having a bit of fun,” says Velora. “Have you ever had a man between your legs?”

  Your blush deepens at the suggestion.

  “Twice,” you admit. “But only a little. It wasn’t much.”

  “A woman?” She quickly adds, “Nothing wrong with sharing your bed with a woman. Don’t listen to those clerics who say otherwise.”

  “Never a woman,” you say, shaking your heave vehemently.

  “That is something I can help you with,” she says. “Why don’t you let me undress you and you can try some other things. Some other… outfits.”

  “I-I must make plans,” you stammer. “Travel to Estermar.”

  “One of my customers is a merchant from there,” says Velora, stroking your cheek. “I can introduce you. He doesn’t leave until the morning. We have tonight. Let’s not waste it.”

  You look at Velora’s shapely body straining beneath her dressing gown. She has a faint tan to her skin from being outdoors more than you. For the first time, you notice the freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks. Her blue eyes look at you imploringly. Her hands take yours. You look away from her eyes and see her ample bust heaving, her pink nipples faintly visible, and her legs spreading slightly.

  She leans closer, her breath tickling warmly against your lips.

  “Relax, Penny,” she murmurs. “You’re very beautiful, you just don’t know it.”

  “I’m not,” you object.

  “Sure you are, she says, curling that lock of white behind your ear. I wouldn’t want to kiss you so badly if you weren’t beautiful.” Her lips brush against yours with the softness of a feather. “May I kiss you?”

  In your heart, you cannot lie to yourself about your attraction to Velora. When you first met her, you looked down on her profession. You’ve since come to know a clever woman, strong-willed and quite fetching.

  Velora sometimes borrows a tin bathtub from the neighbors and takes a bath right there by the wood stove. You have watched her bathing as you pretended to sleep. You watched her and touched your soft, furry quim while you spied upon her naked flesh. You have seen tantalizing glimpses of the parts of her where the sun does not reach and her skin is pale like yours. You have watched her body glisten in the soapy water and imagined caressing her.

  “One kiss,” she says, although you both know it will be more than just one.

  Maybe you’re over thinking things. What does it matter? You may never see Velora again.

  What do you do?

  Stay focused on reaching Ctharne

  Embrace Velora and explore your desires

  Use your fingers between her thighs

  You kiss her again. You don’t need any special encouragement to know what Velora needs. Your hands caress her breasts. You fondle and squeeze her soft, warm titflesh through her dressing gown as your tongue swirls in her mouth. She laughs into the kiss and tangles her thighs with yours. You tweak her fat nipples through the gown.

  “Ooohh, you’re a cheeky one,” she says. “I’d slap a man who did that to me.”

  “I’ll be more gentle,” you say, kissing her slender neck, her tanned shoulder, and down to the soft warmth of her ample cleavage.

  “Not too gentle,” she says, grinding the warmth of her quim against your leg.

  Even as you kiss the tops of her breasts, your hands are moving lower. You press one hand under the short hem of her gown and between her silky thighs. The heat of her cunt radiates against your fingers. She is hairless and her slick folds open beneath your fingers.

  “Yessss,” she hisses, arching and rocking her hips and rubbing her sex against your touch.

  You kiss her on the lips again, moving more confidently atop her as you thrust two fingers into the hot confined of her cunt. It is so warm and slippery inside her. You have never even explored your own body this deeply and yet she seems to want every bit of your fingers inside her. She grabs your wrist so you won’t take your hand away and rolls her hips, fucking urgently against your fingers.

  “Ohhhh, Penny,” she moves beneath you like a lover, her breath hot on your lips as she sighs into your kiss. Her pleasure grows with each thrust of your fingers. She murmurs, “Another. Use another finger.”

  You push a third finger into her slick channel, stretching her tightness with each thrust of your hand. She jerks against you, pushing her heat around your fingers and shuddering with pleasure. You smile against her gasping mouth. You kiss her and coax her tongue to play with yours as she writhes beneath you. Thrust by thrust of your fingers, she seems to tense more and more. Her juices spill against your hand.

  “My clit,” she gasps. “Rub… ohhh… rub against my button, love.”

  You’ve studied countless diagrams of a woman’s anatomy and probed your own pleasure points beneath steamy blankets, but finding her clit in the heat of the moment is more difficult than you expected. You sit up and at last you can see it, a fair bit larger than your own, pink and peaking from the hood of her swollen folds. You curl your fingers into her soaking pussy and use the heel of your hand to thump and grind against Velora’s fat clit.

  “Thaaaat’s it,” she gasp, arching on the bed. She grasps your other hand and pulls it to her mouth. She looks up into your eyes as she licks and sucks your fingers. The warmth of her mouth matches the heat and wetness of her cunt. You fuck her mouth gently as you are fucking her drenched pussy more forcefully.

  “Mmmmmmmm!” She cries around your fingers in her mouth. Her eyes close tight and her flushed face almost looks as if she is in pain. She arches high off the bed, only her head and her round bottom still touching the stuffed mattress. Her plump breasts strain the limits of her dressing gown, her nipples dark and jutting beneath the taut fabric.

  You pump your fingers deep as she cum. There is no doubt that is what is happening. Her body jerks with each spasm of pleasure and you feel her inner softness clutching tight against your fingers. You can’t help yourself. You have to kiss her in the heat of her pleasure. You slip your fingers out of her mouth and press your lips roughly against hers.

  “Mmmmmmm!” She gasps with pleasure as your tongue invades her sweet mouth. She shudders and her breasts jiggle as the last spasms of pleasure ripple through her. She sinks back onto the bed, still jerking with aftershocks that you can feel squeezing against your fingers deep inside her pussy. You slowly work all three fingers out of her steamy slit and lift you
r hand from between her creamy thighs.

  “Oh, Penny,” she says. “You have talented hands.”

  “Thanks,” you giggle, admiring the wetness glistening on your fingers. “I’ve had a little practice with myself.”

  “Oh, that’s right,” she says, smiling up at you. “I’ve seen you with your hand between your legs when I’m taking a bath. Never let on though, love. Didn’t want to interrupt your fun.”

  “You knew?!” You say, feeling a flush of embarrassment.

  “Of course,” she laughs. “We live in a pigeon’s nest barely big enough to walk around. Your curtain was barely pulled. Even by candlelight I could see you biting that pretty lip and thrusting your fingers.”

  “Oh, well, I meant no offense.”

  She laughs and sits up to kiss you on the lips. She murmurs, “No offense taken, love.”

  You separate reluctantly from her lips and smile a bit self-consciously at her. “I should get dressed and make ready to meet with your—“

  “There’s more,” says Velora, pulling herself fully into a sitting position. “Don’t you want to know how it feels to be with a man?”

  “What? How would that… with magic?”

  You know of spells that would allow a woman to become a man and others that would permit her to acquire only the certain aspects of manhood she desired. But you realize you have misspoke as soon as the words have passed your lips. Of course Velora is not speaking of magic. She knows nothing of the truth of such matters. To her, magic is an alchemist’s potion, or sleight of hand to entertain folk on the streets.

  “Magic?” She titters. “You read too many books, love. No magic.”

  She rolls off the bed and crosses the small tenement to her finely-decorated bed. Her half of the apartment is quite lovely. She spares no expense to beautify herself or her place of business here in the apartment.

  Beside Velora’s bed is a small table and upon that a small, gilded chest. You know she keeps her perfumes and expensive paints in there. She leans over it, moving the small bottles of paint as she shows you a rather enticing view of her ample backside and her blushing pussy still wet with her juices. She even flicks her hips impatiently from side to side.

  “Found it,” she says, pulling out leather strap and a shiny, black object about as long as your hand and twice the width of your thumb. It takes you a moment to realize you are looking at a phallus made from lacquered wood. It is carved to have a realistic glans and stylized ridges that you can suddenly imagine rubbing inside your clutching channel. Velora dances back over to the bed holding the wooden cock. “What do you think, love? Fancy a go with this?”

  “What do you mean?” You ask, suspecting, but still not fully comprehending her intent.

  She pantomimes belting the leather strap around her waist and a shorter strap between her legs. She holds the carved toy as if it is a man’s cock rising from her mound.

  “Eh?” She says, working her hips. “I’ll be nice and gentle with it. Promise.”

  “Oh,” you say, staring in disbelief. “Oh, my!”

  A grin spreads on your face as she thrusts her hips, continuing to demonstrate it, and it is very easy for you to picture her standing between your legs or kneeling behind you and thrusting into your freshly-pleasure pussy.

  An hour ago, you would have surely said no to such a lewd suggestion. Now, you suddenly find it intriguing and more than a little exciting. You are not a virgin, though you have little experience with many and particularly little as of late because of your acetic, scholarly life. Still, letting Velora thrust that cock into your quim would seem beyond all sensible behavior. Do you really want her thrusting away at your quim with that wooden toy?

  Then again, you’ve read of other ways a woman can have a man. You have read of some women who quite fancy a cock up their bottom.

  “Well?” Velora kneels on the bed beside you. “What do you say, love?”

  How adventurous are you?

  You're definitely not ready for that

  Let Velora fuck you with her toy

  Let Velora put her toy up your bottom

  Accept Luckfen’s offer eagerly

  You gaze into Boggen Luckfen’s kindly eyes and you realize you are attracted to him. You have often felt desire for men, although admittedly not so old and round as this merchant, but his ostentatious wealth more than makes up for his faults. Your pulse races at the thought of agreeing to be his whore for the day.

  Before your sense can catch up with your urges, you blurt out, “I accept your offer.”

  “What?” He says, taken aback by your quick agreement. “I mean, of course. Wonderful.”

  If you are honest with yourself, the fat old merchant probably could have seduced you without buying your affections. But facing such great danger, why worry about your virtue? It is time to stop living the sheltered life of a scribe and explore your limits.

  “There is no rush in these matters, my dear. We can enjoy a nice game of…”

  His words trail off as you slide from your bench onto your hands and knees and crawl over to him. You gaze hungrily into his eyes as you climb onto his lap. You pull your skirt up and settling your plump bottom atop him. You unbutton your shirt and expose the soft, ample mounds of your breasts cradled by the lace of your bra. He gazes up at you with a surprised grin on his face. You thrust your breasts into his face, smothering his nose and warm lips in the valley between your tits.

  Bog reaches around and grabs your ass with both hands. He moans with lust, his breath hot in your cleavage as he begins kissing the tops of your tits. You unbuckle your bra and shrug it off, feeling a thrill at exposing yourself to this man who is practically a stranger. He ogles your erect nipples and your creamy mounds, but keeps his hands squeezing and cradling your ass in his lap.

  “You’re more beautiful than I imagined,” he laughs. “Stunning. These are… oohhh…”

  His words once again trail off as you pull his face against your breasts. His hot moans escape your smothering mounds and you gasp as he begins to kiss and lick and even suck at your breasts. His tongue tickles your sensitive nipples and his hot mouth sucks at one bud and then the other.

  The more he licks and sucks your breasts, the more he squeezes your ass, the more you begin to move on his lap. You already feel his cock straining in his trousers. It feels huge as it presses against your panty-covered quim. It’s all so naughty, like something your mother might have done for her own amusement. Your mother fucked anyone she wanted and made no secret of her behavior. She thought being a hunter, facing the world’s darkest dangers, entitled to her behave well outside normal moral boundaries. Things like being paid to whore yourself to a man more than twice your age.

  “Ah!” You cry as Bog bites your nipple. It is hard enough to hurt and you look down at him in surprise. He pops his lips free of your breast.

  “Sorry, got a little carried away,” he says.

  “That’s fine,” you say, stroking his silvery hair. “Make up for it with your tongue.”

  You pull his head back to the nipple he just bit and he moans lustily and begins swirling his tongue around and around your reddened nipple. Your pussy throbs with each touch of his tongue and you grind against his cock. You’ve had enough teasing. You want to see his manhood. You want to feel it in your hand.

  You reach beneath your skirt, between your silky thighs, and you unbutton his trousers. He moans against your breasts as you take hold of his cock. You stroke him against your panty-covered pussy. You rub that fat tip against your slippery groove, pushing your soft panties into your furrow a little.

  “I can feel how hot your pussy is,” gasps Bog and he squeezes your ass quite hard with both hands. “Come on, darling. I know you need it.”

  “I dooo,” you gasp, unable to deny your throbbing desire.

  You lift just far enough off his lap to slide your panties down your legs and over your boots. You climb back onto his lap, lifting your skirt up in a bunch so you can both see
as you grip his thick cock with one hand and lower your steamy cunt towards his hardness. Your furry lips brush against his hardness. You let out a moan, tilting your head back as you sink down onto Bog’s hard cock.

  “It is… ever so much larger… than I expected,” you gasp, sliding down onto him until every inch is stuffed into your tight channel.

  “You are just as tight… mmmmmm… as I knew you would be,” he groans, jerking his hips on the bench and thrusting his cock somehow deeper.

  He holds your bare bottom with both hands, the many rings on his fingers squeezing into your soft assflesh. You slide up and down on his hardness, riding your pussy all the way to the bulging tip and pushing back down again. Soft cries of pleasure escape your lips with each ride. Your plump breasts bounce, faster and faster, as you turn your hips and pop your pussy on his straining cock.

  You arch your back, riding him even harder, which has the added effect of swinging your heavy breasts against his face. Bog seems to love this, laughing and moaning into your breasts as they swing against his open mouth and extended tongue. The whole carriage seems to be rocking with the force of your riding. Your juices are dripping down Bog’s swollen cock and onto his fat bollocks. You reach down and gently squeeze them.

  “Ohhhh, that’s it, love,” he groans. “Much more of that… and I’ll unleash my seed.”

  “Ooooh!” You cry, riding him faster and giving his bollocks a slightly harder squeeze. He cries out, but it’s your own pleasure you are currently concerned with. Your orgasm tightens in your abdomen and clutches against his cock. You ride him with great rolls of your hips, your plump ass bouncing, and your soaking slit swallowing up his hard cock. Your spasms of pleasure squeeze around his shaft and all you can do is gasp wordlessly.

  It’s as you are coming down from your peak that you finally realize Bog is trying to lift you up off his cock.

  “Going to burst, my sweet. You don’t want a child, do you?”