Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  "Come with me?" You push her hand away. "I wasn't asking you to join me."

  "Oh, but you'll be so lonely without me," she says, taking your hand and pulling it to her cock. "You can have me whenever you want me. However you want me. Your journey will pass quickly. And I... will get to meet the Great One everyone is babbling about."

  "We had better continue then," you say, looking up at her and feeling the sudden urge to stay here in her strange palace.

  "If we must," she says. "Let us at least have some refreshments first."

  She claps her hands and bird-headed men and lingerie-clad women parade into the bedroom with silver trays piled high with fruit, roasted meat, pickles, cheeses, fresh bread, tureens of savory sauces, pastries, sausages, cups of cream, and several selections of chilled wine.

  You eat lightly, but hungrily, and drink enough wine that your face flushes a deeper shade of red. Once you have filled your belly, you dress in your traveling garb. Alyssa braids the white lock of your hair and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

  "I will return in a moment," she says. "Make ready to leave."

  You gather your things and find your way to the curtained entrance to the palace. Alyssa reappears in the parlor clad in red leather trousers, a fur-lined leather vest that barely covers her ample breasts, and crimson cloak that drapes her shoulders.

  "Are you ready to continue, my dear?" She asks, offering you her arm.

  "Yes," you say. "Remember, Alyssa, I am in charge of this journey."

  "Of course," she says, pulling back the curtain and opening the door into the gloomy forest. "Lead the way."

  You set off along the path once more, the beautiful succubus following a pace behind.

  CONTINUE >

  Command Alyssa to make you cum with her fingers

  Your breasts are still heaving and your nipples are still rosy red from being sucked so thoroughly. They almost tingle with the aftermath of the pleasure she gave you with her hot mouth and teasing tongue. You sit upon the bed, spreading your creamy thighs so the succubus can clearly see your glistening cunt. You rub your fingers over your clit and look into her violet eyes.

  "What is it, mistress?" She asks expectantly. "What do you desire?"

  "Your fingers, here," you say, playing with your clit, "and your mouth on my body. My lips and my aching breasts."

  "You cannot get enough, eh?" Alyssa gets a mischievous look on her face and tucks her tongue into the corner of her mouth as she crawls towards you. Her fingers stroke your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Her nails rake lightly up to your hips and her fingers dance over the swollen folds of your cunt. You suck in a breath, she crawls closer, the heavy weight of her breasts dangling against your leg.

  The teasing of your fingers has you panting with lust. She kisses you on the lips, brushing her tits against your as her hot tongue invades your mouth. Her soft mounds squeeze against your breasts. Her fingers seek your clit and lightly pet it, transforming your thrills of desire into hot pulses of pleasure.

  She sucks at your lower lip, drawing it out, breaking free, and immediately pushing back in for another kiss. She is ravenous and you are all too eager to share the steamy lip lock. Your tongue slips into her mouth, her tongue into your mouth, back and forth and back again. Her mouth has a certain peculiar sweetness to it. You moan against her lips as her fingers finally push into the hot channel of your cunt. Only one finger at first, but followed swiftly by another and another. You moan into her kiss as Alyssa fucks three fingers into your stretched pussy.

  Alyssa uses her sensual body to push you onto your back. Her warm, erotic weight is atop you as her fingers continue to pump urgently at your throbbing pussy. You start to speak, but her lips are right there, smothering your words with another passionate kiss. You gather enough of your dominance to push her away, breaking the kiss.

  “What is it, mistress?” She gasps, working her fingers in and out of your pussy and rubbing her thumb against your clit. The pleasure of her fingers is incredible, but you want more.

  “Suck them again,” you say, wrapping your fingers in her silky hair and pull her to your chest. She murmurs obedience, rolling her tongue over one nipple before covering it with her hot mouth and sucking vigorously. Her tongue delights your tender nipple. Her mouth pulses with suction. Her fingers never relent. You buck your hips and fuck against them as Alyssa moves to your other breast and licks and sucks just as eagerly.

  “Ohhhhhhh Alyssa,” you cry, arching on the bed beneath her and cradling her head against your breast.”Oh, my sweet succubus… I’m… I’m going to cummm!”

  You whine the last words as pleasure breaks through your body in hot, jerky pumps that radiate from your clit and up into your tummy. You stretch against her, moaning with ecstasy that pulses from your suckled nipple, to the one she is lightly pinching with her fingers, to those other fingers, thrusting and curling into your tight, slick cunt. The spasms of your orgasm clutch at Alyssa’s fingers. Your fingers twist in the silken sheets as you thrust against her touch and arch beneath the exquisite suction of her mouth.

  At last, you collapse back to the bed, exhausted by the pleasure. Your nipples and clit are still throbbing. Your pussy still squeezes intermittently with aftershocks as Alyssa slowly withdraws her fingers. Alyssa’s mouth pops free of your breast, leaving your nipple glistening wet and both of them even redder than before.

  “That was… more than I expected,” you gasp, still trying to catch your breath.

  “Are you satisfied, Penelope?” Alyssa asks, stroking your tummy.

  You lift your head slowly from the bed to gaze at the succubus in her demonic glory.

  "Yes," you whimper. "Oh, yes, I cannot stand anymore."

  "Mmmmm, then it is time to pay the price, Penelope," she murmurs, a hungry look in her violet eyes.

  You nod faintly. You know you cannot deny her what you owe.

  CONTINUE >

  Leave the drider imprisoned

  You see the hatred in the drider’s red eyes and know how easy it would be to crush the drider in this oaken fist. Your mother’s argument does not sway you. Though you may walk the path of the Great One as his herald you do not necessarily approve of the way he is dominating the denizens of this island. The drider may one day face a reckoning for his own disapproval of the Great One, but it will not be today and not by your hand.

  You look to Alyssa, into her wide, violet-tinted eyes, and your heart beats a little harder.

  “I will permit him to live,” you say. “He can find his way out of this prison.”

  The ungrateful drider rages and demands to be released. Alyssa bounces on the balls of her feet and takes your hands in her.

  “Oh, that’s so sexy,” she says. “I love a woman who can listen to me.”

  She rains kisses on your cheeks and on your lips. They are soft and playful rather than intense with passion. You soak up her affection all the same.

  “I have to warn you, Alyssa, that I may not always listen to you.”

  “Well,” she draws the word out as her hands release yours and stroke your hips through your skirt, “I may have ways of tempting you to listen.”

  Her cleavage seems to deepen, her breasts straining at her fur-lined vest a little more. She flutters her lashes and chews at her lower lip.

  “She tells the truth with that much,” growls your mother’s voice in your mind. “Every time you act, this temptress will be the hand behind the action. She will control you.”

  “Do you really think so little of me, mother?” You reply mentally.

  “I say the truth and you know it,” she says. “The way you look at her plump breast, at the indentation her teeth make as she bites her lip, you are thinking about kissing her, about touching her. Your cunt aches with desire for this demoness. Do not lie to me, little girl.”

  Her words sting because you know there is truth to them. You are too hurt to answer her directly.

  “We must go,” you say t
o Alyssa. “There is still some daylight. I do not think Rhilath is far.”

  “Of course, my sweet,” says Alyssa, looking at you adoringly.

  Alyssa laces her arm through yours and leans against you. Her warmth and her sweet smell are almost intoxicating. You feel a swell of affection for the demoness, but your mother’s warning remains like a taint within your mind. Can you trust her?

  Ahead, you see the path leading out of the darkness of the forest and becoming a paved road through an open field. The sinister towers of Rhilath rise in the hazy distance.

  You are almost there…

  CONTINUE >

  “No, I am here to defeat you”

  The seductive voice is still echoing in your head, urging you to your knees before the majesty of the horned beast who rules over this temple. You muster all of your willpower, your jaw clenched tight, and you raise your sword defiantly.

  “No!” Your voice echoes in the domed chamber. “I am here to defeat you!”

  There is a flash of anger in the alien eyes of the goat. His snout works from side to side as if he is chewing over your words. His giant fingers drum against the haphazard arm of his throne. He rises with a creak of protest from his throne. His bestial lips curl back, revealing sharp teeth more like a wolf than a goat.

  “So be it,” he snarls aloud. The women all around him whimper and cringe at his anger. He steps over one of the pregnant supplicants in front of his throne, his huge cock swinging between his legs. His voice booms in your head once more. “I will bend you to my glory and you will bow before my mighty cock.”

  He is twice as tall as you, with hulking muscles and a cock many times as large as any man's you've ever seen. It is nearly as big as a horse's. All around you, the women look on with fear. Their expressions are dull and their pregnant bodies are dripping with the goat’s beastly cum.

  This creature is not the gertlings or that witch in her farm. The goat is the servant of a dark power and part of a sinister agenda that may not stop at the shores of Ctharne. You are facing your first true monster. Despite your dizzying fear, you greet the goat with a clenched smile.

  Your hands tighten on the grip of your pistol and your kirana.

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Magic

  Surrender

  Attack

  You whip out your flintlock and fire at the lamia. The serpent woman twists aside, her golden bangles ringing like beatific charms. She hisses, her coils bunching beneath her, and strikes like a cobra. You have no chance of dodging, and the lamia barrels into you like a battering ram. She slams you into the earth, her hands grasping tight your arms and forcing them over your head.

  “Foolish little thing,” she hisses, her forked tongue flicking against your nose. “You should not have done that.”

  You turn away from her face and try to twist away from her, but she has you. Your pulse pounds and you shudder as you feel her tongue flick across the vein in your neck. You swallow thickly, trembling. You feel the coils of the serpent women wind between you, piling atop your legs to hold you still. The lamia forces your arms above your head and holds them there with one hand. The other touches your throat, feeling the frantic hammering of your pulse. Then, it slowly slides down the valley of your breasts.

  "Look into my eyes little one. Look into the eyes of Sseratus.”

  That sinful voice lowers to a purr, modulated perfectly to strike some chord deep within you. Your arms lose strength, your eyes open and turn to the wonderful source of that song.

  Again you find yourself gazing into the rings of her eyes. Watch as they draw you into the darkness of the pupil. Losing yourself to her.

  “That’s it,” her voice soothes you. “Deeper little one. Look deeper. Let the world slide away. Your worries fade. Deeper. Deeper. Hear my voice. The voice of Sseratus. Do you hear it?”

  “Y-yes,” you say.

  “There is no need to fear. No need to fight. Simply submit. Ssssurender.”

  Your inner voice screams as it drowns in the honeyed words of the lamia. You feel her fingers undo your bodice but you cannot not break her gaze. She opens your shirt, and her sublime voice drops deeper. Huskier. Your body shuddering in answer like a tuning fork

  “Such a wonderful body. So pleasurable. So taut for the touch of Ssseratus.”

  You moan as her finger begins drawing slow circles about your nipple, drawing it to a quivering hardness. Her fingers suddenly pinch you rigid nipple and you buck with a gasp.

  “Shhh. Do not resist. Look deeper. Deeper. Enjoy the pleasuressss. The time of fighting is done.”

  You nod. You feel her hands on your belt as she undoes it. Then her coils wrapped about your legs begin to slowly undulate, pulling down skirt and undergarments, baring your quivering folds to the cool air.

  “Poor thing. You have denied yourself pleasure for so…long…”

  Have you? You must have. You feel something tease your lower lips, a hard tip nudging it deftly and you move against it automatically.

  “You’re so warm my ssssweet,” the lamia purrs. “And I am so cold. So terribly cold. I need your warmth my dear sweet one.”

  The tortuously teasing finger leaves your nipple and you hear the pop of a cork. Then the lip of a potion pressed against your mouth. “Drink, sweet thing. Drink deep.”

  Eagerly you do. The taste is horrid but you must take it all. You swallow in long gulps as the lamia gently tips it. When the last drop is gone, she discards the bottle and tenderly strokes your face. Your skin feels so tender. You shake at her merest touch as you feel to potion gather deep in your belly like a hard weight. Then deeper still.

  “The others upon this land would use your warmth my dear,” the lamia murmurs. “You would inevitably fall to them. The accursed one deeper in the valley would have used you to carry her young. But she cannot understand the joy of having her own. A thing denied to me ssso long.”

  It’s so unfair for her. You feel a swift anger at the one she speaks of. Then you feel the warmth in your stomach radiate into your quivering quim. You gasp as you feel a pressure there. Shuddering, you begin to struggle, only for the lamia to speak again, soothing nothings which calm you at once.

  “Close your eyes.”

  You do.

  “You see my eyes still, don’t you?”

  “Yessss,” you moan.

  “They will always be with you my dear one. Always you will see them. Even when I am not here. You love looking into my eyes. Falling deeper. Giving up control.”

  “Yes.”

  You feel something physically changing in your loins. The heat gathers and stretches forth. You gasp as pressure turns to pleasure, thrumming through you to the beating of your heart. Your breath, harsh, gasps as you roll your hips to the wonderful feeling.

  “Control.” The snake woman’s cool hands take hold of your breasts. You groan, her cool touch sending your sensitive breasts throbbing with desire. “You do not need control. I will control you. You must only love me. Love me, my husband. Love me.”

  You do. Oh by all the gods you do. The thought of disappointing, of turning against this wonderful woman fills you with a horror that you cannot face.

  “Please,” you whimper. “Please. Let me serve you. I want to serve you mistress. Please let me. Please.”

  Her breath flutters against your cheeks, and you realize you’re crying. You feel her coils around your legs tighten their hold, then slide free. “Always my sweet one. Now open your eyes, my husband. And know how you might serve me.”

  You do. As soon as you see the object of your devotion above you a warm contention fills you. A sense of belonging. The lamia smiles, and as your eyes travel down you see a slit in her abdomen at the juncture of where her hips meet her serpentine form.

  Then you look down and see the change the potion wrought. Where once your lightly haired slit lay, now a thick cock grows, hard and quivering for the woman before you. You gasp,
but at once know this is what your mistress wanted. You look up at her in wonder.

  The lamia holds forth the golden ring. “Come my husband,” she purrs. “Don your ring.”

  Reverently you take it. You note a thin golden chain now runs to the lamia’s hand, but give it no more mind. With an awesome feeling, you fit the collar around your neck. At once the gold band tightens until it fits snugly about your throat.

  The lamia, your mistress, smiles, and tugs your leash. “Now come,” she purrs, brushing her long nails across the scaled slit of her quim. “Give your wife her young.”

  Rapturously you move forward. She leans back, pulling you by the chain until you straddle her. You grasp your cock, gently stroking it until it hardens. You never look away from the goddess before you. Her golden scales and gleaming bangles. Her ringed eyes which command you. It takes you only two strokes to get as hard as you can. Then you move forward and slide into her.

  Your mistress gasps, then rumbles happily. Bliss threatens to overwhelm you and you at once begin moving inside of her. Thrusting into her welcoming cunt. Her inner walls tremble and suck at your fuckstick. Your breasts, immense as ever, bounce with every thrust. Your new grown balls throb with your mistress’s seed.

  “So close. Mistress. My love,” you gasp.

  “You cannot, husband,” Seratus moans. “Love. Not until I say so.”

  You groan. The unpleasant tightness in your loins grows stronger. Her inner walls clutch at your newly grown cock, pulling it into her desperately. Yet you thrust with greater need into her. You fall atop her, your tongue lashing her body with worship. Your hands run over her smooth scales, feeling the muscles beneath twitch in answer to your frantic rutting, even as the wonderful agony of your coupling grows more acute in you.