Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “No, no,” you answer quickly. “No beast. No monster either. I’ll have a man.”

  “Yes, a man is best,” agrees Yana, sounding delighted by the demand.

  “One with a huge cock,” you say, a smile spreading across your face.

  “Oh, yes, I know just the man for you,” says Isala.

  “Yes, she will like Tefun!” Yana giggles. They each take one of your hands and begin to pull you away from the cavernous marble chamber. You climb a spiral staircase and cross a bridge over a stream that seems to be flowing on a garden on the second floor. None of the architecture of this place makes any sense, but you are too excited by the idea of being fucked to worry about it much.

  Yana and Isala lead you through a doorway draped with a scarlet curtain. You enter a lovely bedchamber with an enormous, circular bed and fine satin pillows. A nude and ruggedly handsome man reclines atop the pillows, smiling up at you faintly as he toys with the thick hose of his mostly-flaccid cock.

  “This is Tefun,” says Yana, climbing onto the bed.

  “His cock will fill you like no other you have ever experienced,” says Isala, climbing on the bed on the other side of the stud.

  “I want to see it when it gets hard.” You folds your arms across your breasts. You glance at Isala and Yana and command them, “Make him hard for me.”

  “Yes, mistress,” they both answer simultaneously.

  The duo turns their attention on Tefun. They stroke his golden muscles and kiss his their way down his body to meet at his cock. Their hands seem small as they grasp him and stroke him. Isala takes him into her mouth; Yana moves between his legs and begins shifting his fat balls with her tongue.

  “Mistress,” he says, motioning you to the bed. “Please, let me honor you with my tongue.”

  You sit upon his face, your knees on either side of his head and his tongue swirling inside your steamy cunt as you watch Isala and Yana pleasuring Tefun’s cock. They take turns slurping on his swollen tip or cradling his shaft between their perpetually-oiled breasts. Once you are satisfied that he is completely rigid, you dismount from his handsome face and crawl down his body to straddle his hips. Yana kisses you as Isala guides Tefun’s cock to your slippery cunt with her hand.

  “Oooooh,” you moan, sliding down onto him until his entire length is stretching your velvet channel. You begin to ride atop his cock, thrilling at each ridge and each bump of his fat manhood. Yana and Isala kneel beside you and you embrace them, one in each arm, guiding them to your breasts. You cry, “Oh, yes, suck my tits.”

  They dutifully latch their mouths to your heaving breasts, licking and suckling at your swollen nipples as you work your hips and bounce your pussy on Tefun’s fat cock. You ride him faster and harder, cradling the girls tightly against your bosom as your begin to cum. You throw back your head and Tefun pound up and into your cunt, driving spasms of pleasure deep inside you with every thrust.

  “Cum inside me,” you cry, heedless of the risk at the height of your pleasure.

  “Oh, yes, mistress!” Tefun groans and thrusts even harder into your clutching cunt. “Yes! Thank you! Ahhhhhhh!”

  His cum bursts into your milking pussy. The hot flood of his spunk slicks each stroke, but does not overwhelm your mind as if you are caught by the curse of the island. Either Tefun cannot impregnate you or you are no longer on the island. You ride his spurting cock with relief, draining his dripping dick until he begins to soften. You slide off of him, gasping, smiling, and stuffed full of his creamy load.

  You gaze up at Yana and Isala and moans softly, “More.”

  “Of course, mistress,” they giggle, falling upon you with their stroking fingers and flicking tongues. You gasp in delight as Isala takes it upon herself to clean your cream-filled pussy with deep licks. Yana shares a deep kiss and plays with your throbbing nipples. You cum against Isala’s tongue, but you are not satisfied. You need more cocks.

  Tefun is hard and eager to please and you begin sucking him as Yana licks your pussy and ass from behind. Isala leaves the bedroom long enough to fetch two more strapping young men with huge cocks.

  “Guran and Mardek,” she introduces, fondling both their cocks. You nod approvingly and they climb onto the giant bed.

  You climb atop Guran and his particularly fat cock while Mardek and his unusually long cock plunge into your spit-slicked asshole. Your breasts bounce as you take both cocks vigorously and use your mouth to slurp and pleasure Tefun. It is not long before you are cumming against these two huge cock plunging deep into your pussy and ass.

  “MMmmmmmm!” You moan around Tefun, only pulling your mouth from his straining cock to cry, “Fill me with your cum!”

  Guran and Mardek are only too happy to oblige. They meet your bouncing body with powerful thrusts and pump your pussy and ass full of their hot seed. Tefun cums in your mouth and all over your face. You suckle at his salty-sweet load, licking droplets from his twitching glans as Guran and Mardek finally pull out of your well-fucked holes.

  The pleasures are only just beginning. You ride them and suck them. You lie face down and Guran stretches your asshole and fills you with another load. Between hard fuckings you are tended to by Isala and Yana. Your orgasms are wondrously intense. Your every effort rewarded with fresh pleasure.

  Eventually, the constant fucking begins to take its toll. You are on your hands and knees with your well-fucked cunt dripping with fresh loads of cum from your servants. You are nearing the point of exhaustion. Isala and Yana caress your shoulders and look at you sweetly.

  “Mistress, are you weary?” Isala asks, stroking sweat from your brow.

  “Would you like to sleep?” Yana moves aside and shows the way to a part of the vast bed that is neatly made and piled invitingly with additional pillows. “We will clean you with our tongues while you rest, mistress.”

  “Yes,” agrees Isala, kissing your shoulder. “Let us clean your pretty, pink pussy.”

  The thought is most appealing and you see a crowd of male servants waiting beside the bed to serve you further. No! You are slipping too deeply into this fantasy world of pleasure. You have a duty to your mother and sister. You have a duty as a huntress to the world itself.

  “I must go,” you say, rising from the bed.

  “Of course,” coos Yana. They pour water from pitchers into cloths and thoroughly bathe you until you feel cleansed of your carnal encounters. Still, you feel the aching desire to return to the bed. You shake your head. “Show me the way out.”

  You pull on your clothing and gather your equipment. Yana and Isala stand aside, watching you with matching expressions of disappointment. When you are finished, Yana takes your hand.

  “This way, mistress,” says Isala, leading the way. “But you will not like the exit very much. It is a boring place.”

  They walk you from the bedroom, with its atmosphere thick with the scent of sex, and through the echoing palace, where every turn promises a different and more perverse pleasure. You glimpse men, women, monsters, and beasts all rutting through the billowing curtains. Each passing vision beckons to you and stokes the desire in your loins.

  “Once you go,” whispers Yana, leaning against your arm, “there is no returning to this place.”

  “We will miss you so very much,” purrs Isala. “We live to please you.”

  You follow Yana’s swaying hips and round bottom as she descends one of the many spiral staircases through several levels of the palace. You pass through a dungeon where the denizens of the palace are being delighted with the agonies of masochism and the cruel delights of sadism. You continue deeper, into a disturbing realm of erotic necromancy that turns your stomach.

  “You are not ready for these delights,” murmurs Yana, cradling your cheek and turning you away from the musty horrors moving in the fog-shrouded chamber. You continue down the stairs, which become rusty and creaky beneath your feet, finally arriving in a dismal chamber of bare stone.

  A simple wooden door is set into the wall,
illuminated only by the faint light of a guttering candle.

  “This is the exit,” says Isala, stepping between you and the door. “You do not want to go through it though. You will never see us again.”

  She strokes your face and kisses you as her warm, enticing body presses against yours. Yana moves behind you, kissing your neck and agreeing, “We should go back up the stairs. Infinite pleasures await and you have only explored a handful.”

  Even in your heightened state of arousal, you are aware enough of your surroundings to know this is some sort of magical dimension. You remember the djinn’s laughing warning that you will lose yourself to the delights of the palace. While you are here, your sister and mother might be in grave danger.

  Isala begins to lift your skirt up and Yana turns your face and tries to kiss you. Their sweet-scented bodies are so lovely and enticing. Perhaps you should go back up the stairs with them and sample just a few more of the pleasures…

  What do you do?

  Stay with Isala and Yana

  Return to your quest

  Wait

  You gaze upon the inhuman beauty of the self-proclaimed queen of the garden as she bobs slowly in the air before you. The soft buzzing of her wings caresses your face and brings with it a strange musk. It is not entirely pleasant, but there is something about that rich aroma that you nevertheless find appealing. Your face becomes flushed and your breasts heave with your excited breathing. Your nipples stiffen within your bodice and a warm, damp desire spreads through your cunt.

  “What is happening to me?” You moan.

  “You know the scent of a queen, human,” giggles the bee girl. “All sentient beings know that when they are in the presence of royalty they must kneel.”

  Simply hearing her saying word “kneel” nearly sends you down to your knees. Your thighs begin to shake and you look at the regal beauty of the queen. She buzzes even closer, close enough that can see her wings flicking in the blur behind her shoulders. The musky air is so think you feel almost dizzy.

  “On your knees, subject,” she says.

  Her words hold such authority. What could it hurt to obey the queen? You sink to your knees and bow your head slowly. The queen laughs haughtily.

  “With my royal scent and my decrees, I command my subjects,” she says and you feel a thrill at the sound of her buzzing words.

  “Y-yes, your majesty,” you stammer, trying not to moan with desire.

  “You want to please your queen, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes!” You cry, keeping your gaze averted. She is so close that you are still look at her lower legs and feet bobbing several inches off the ground. Her beating wings tickle the hair on your neck. Her strange musk is overpowering.

  The queen slides her fingers into your hair and tilts your head back so that you are gazing up at the golden majesty of her naked body. Her thighs part and she hover above your face, slowly pulling up her legs as the yellow-tufted mound of her cunt descends towards your face.

  Her huge insect abdomen curls around you and as the queen bee settles the musky mound of her cunt on your face, her stinger tickles at your shirt. You are not certain if it is a threat or some sort of sexual play and you do not care. You reach up and embrace her thighs and pull her hovering body against your mouth. You thrust your tongue eagerly into her slick cunt and taste of her sweet juices. You moan as you lick deep inside her, pull your tongue back, and furiously lash her human-like clitoris with rapid licks.

  “Yes,” she laughs as she moans. “Oh, yes, human. What an eager subject. Lick me just there. Harder! Faster!”

  “Nnnnnnn!” You cry, desperately trying to please the queen. Your tongue flick furiously at her straining bud. She holds the back of your head and works her hips, lightly poking your cleavage with the black knife of her stinger. The danger of her venomous stinger at your throat only makes you hotter. You moan with lust and suck at her flowing juices, your nose buried in the musky tuft of hair atop her cunt.

  The beating of her wings taking on an almost musical quality and the queen arches against you. Her weight on your arms becomes surprising and you nearly topple over trying to support her as she cums. There can be no doubt that is what is happening. She emits a shrill, buzzing wail of pleasure and her sweet cum pours into your mouth and down your throat. You suck and lick at her eagerly until she has spent her desire against your tongue. Her legs unfold from her abdomen and she lands lightly on her feet.

  “What a good subject,” she coos, stroking your hair and rubbing her thumb across your lips. You gaze up at her adoringly. “Perhaps you will be more used to me as consort rather than a breeder. Would you like that, human?”

  “Oh, yes, your highness,” you moan and suck her thumb to keep more lewd words from your lips. She laughs as she watches you sucking at her digit.

  “Very well, human, you will remain with me as my pleasure drone,” she flicks her wings. “I will ensure that you are comfortable living here.”

  CONTINUE >

  Reunited with Kara

  Kara gulps greedily from your water skin, the warm water dripping down her chin and into her cleavage. She hardly seems to notice as she drinks the entirety of your water skin.

  “More,” she gasps, wiping her lips on the back of her hand.

  “No, that is enough for now, sister,” you say, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Any more and it will all come back up. Here. Have something to eat. I will refill this and fetch some kindling.”

  You give her some dried fruit, jerky, and hard biscuits. She devours them as eagerly as she had gulped your water. You find a cool stream not far from the trees. The water is silver in the moonlight and a handful tastes clean so you refill the skin. You gather some sticks and a larger branch, surround them with stones from the nearby road, and spark a fire with one of your flints. The flames warm you both and turn your faces golden and alive with moving shadows.

  “Thank you again, sister,” says Kara, sounding a bit more herself. She licks the crumbs from her fingers and leans back against the tree. Her scarred lips form into a familiar smile and her golden eyes glitter in the firelight. She says simply, “You came.”

  “I am surprised I made it to be honest,” you say, stirring the fire with a stick. “But once you sent that letter about you and mother and the great evil here… well… it was my duty, sister. I may not be a huntress like your or—“

  “You are better than me,” she says without a trace of humor. “You saved me, Penny. You rescued me. And do not even compared yourself to mother. You do not know what she has become.”

  The anger that darkens her face gives you pause. She has always been much closer to your mother than you and to see such hatred in her eyes.

  “What happened with mother?” You ask.

  “Not now,” she says bitterly. “Not yet. I need… I need to rest.”

  “Yes, right,” you say, draping her jacket around her shoulders. “You rest, Kara. I will hunt us something real to eat. We should be safe this close to the manor. I don’t… there won’t be more danger from that place.”

  You hope you sound convincing as you cast a wary glance back at the dark mansion. Kara takes your hand and squeezes it.

  “Be safe,” she croaks, already seeming on the verge of sleep. “Don’t go far… we… we need each other…”

  She slumps back against the tree trunk behind her so suddenly that she almost seems to have fallen into a coma. Only her soft snore indicates she is merely sleeping. How many days and nights did she go without food, water, or sleep? How much of her life force was absorbed by the doppelganger?

  Such thoughts weigh heavily on you as you prepare several magical snares throughout the surrounding wood. You hear the whistle of one being set off and rush to its location to find a rabbit with its foot caught.

  “Sorry, little one,” you say, grabbing the rabbit by its scruff and breaking its neck. You do your best to clean and skin the rabbit while your sister sleeps. You spit the rabbit over the fire and so
on the sizzle of dripping juices and the smell of roasting meat fill the air. You use one of your metal alchemy flasks to boil a few cups of water and prepare a cherrit root tea. It is weak and you have no cream, but the spicy flavor is a faint reminder of your favorite tea house in Akrane. You pour your sister a steaming cup and nudge her awake.

  “Kara,” you say. “Drink. Eat.”

  You split the rabbit and pick it clean silently. You wash it down with the spicy tea. Kara looks better, her eyes less sunken and her lips no longer so chapped.

  “A fine meal,” she says.

  “I still don’t know how to catch a rabbit. I have to use magical snares.”

  “I couldn’t tell you how to cast a magical snare,” says Kara, saluting you with her flask of tea. “And this is warming me up nicely. I don’t suppose you have a flask of winersec?”

  “Afraid not,” you say, never very fond of the strong, clear alcohol.

  “Ah, well. Shall we talk?” She drains the last of her tea and shakes out the flask. “I assume you have questions. So what would you like to know?”

  What do you want to know?

  Tell me how the doppelganger captured you

  Tell me how you made your way across the island

  Tell me what you know about mother's fate

  Tell me what you know about the great one

  Enough questions, we had better continue our journey

  Refuse Alyssa’s offer and depart

  You yank your arm away from Alyssa. She looks at you with surprise, obviously under the impression that she had lured you into her lascivious trap. You are not listening to the breathless cooing of a succubus; you are listening to your sister.

  “You’re right, Kara,” you say. “We should be on our way. We have a long road still to walk.”

  “Oh?” Alyssa pouts with disappointment. “We were just getting to know one another. I might get my feelings hurt if you refuse my hospitality.”