Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  You smile as you climb over to the other side and scale down the back of the comb. You find yourself in another courtyard.

  You face the ivy-covered walls of the manor house. The door is set in the midst of the leaves, an ominous portal of black wood with a worn brass knocker. Despite its intimidating appearance the door opens easily and you enter a small foyer lit by softly glowing candles ensconced on the walls.

  With a resounding boom, the door slams shut behind you.

  CONTINUE >

  Get pleasured by the protean

  You are practically panting with desire from the intoxicating touch of the protean. If pleasure is all that matters, you are happy to be on the receiving end.

  “Pleasure me,” you gasp, kissing her again and flicking your tongue into her sweet, inviting mouth. Your lusty mans vibrate against her soft lips. You thrust your hips, grinding your pussy against her thigh as you cry out, “I want to cum!”

  She pulls her lips away from yours, giggling in that girlish voice that is strange coming from the green likeness of your mother.

  “I satisfy all of my lovers,” says the protean. “Whether they stay with me forever or they are only visiting.”

  She sinks down to her knees, her entire body jiggling as she lands on the floor. She lifts one of your legs and balances half your weight over her shoulder as she presses her cool, smooth face between your thighs. She kisses her way up your inner thigh to the steamy groove of your cunt. Her firmed jelly fingers spread your slippery pussy open, parting your delicate petals. She coos with delight and runs her soft tongue from your taint, up your tender quim, and arrives at your clit.

  “Ohhhh gods,” you cry, steadying yourself with both hands atop her head.

  “I knew you would taste sweet,” she giggles, her tongue delving into your cunt and flicking against your clit. Your thighs tremble as her soft tongue beats against your straining bud. Your fingers tighten on the spongy softness of her head and you buck your hips, smearing your nectar against her face. The pleasure builds and builds until you cry out, almost screaming, and arch your back to thrust roughly against her face. Your juices spill onto her open mouth and all over her tongue, lips, and chin.

  You ride one intense orgasm right into another as a second humanoid protean moves behind you and presses her face against your buttocks. Immediately her soft, slimy tongue is in your crack and rimming your pucker.

  “My ass!” You cry in shock. The more solid version of your mother pulls her tongue away from your cunt, but begins to use her soft fingers to probe your clutching cunt.

  “Your ass is as delicious as your sweet pussy, Penelope,” she giggles. Her slimy tongue thrusts into the clenching crinkle of your asshole, pushing past your squeeze and deep inside your ass. Deeper than a tongue should reach. Your eyes roll back as you shake with pleasure. Your orgasm blossoms once more, your renewed cries of ecstasy different in tone and tenor with the protean’s slimy tongue delving deep into your ass and her fingers pumping in and out of your pussy.

  Even this orgasm is not the final peak of your pleasure. The diligent protean returns her mouth to your cunt and she sucks hungrily at your folds and your straining clit. Her other tongue continues to plunder your ass as her gooey face squeezes against your plump bottom. She is going so deep into your ass that it feels almost like she is trying to press her whole gelatinous head up your ass. It is strange, but the throbbing warmth of her tongue curling inside your ass is amazing.

  The rhythmic sucking on your clit draws you to another climax and this time you can no longer stay on your feet. Your legs give out and the protean catches your weight with new hands that cradle your buttocks and lift beneath your thighs. Powerful contractions ripple through your body and your juices pour out of your pussy. The protean slurps lewdly at your folds, drawing out every drop of your drooling nectar.

  You collapse completely into her embrace, panting as her long tendril leaves your ass and she gives your pussy a few last licks. You lift your head, laughing softly.

  “Why do you laugh?” The protean asks and cocks her heads to the side.

  “I never imagined this happening.” You kiss her nearest head, lips against your mother’s lips and your tongue invading the sweetness of her mouth. You taste a hint of yourself there and feel another surge of warmth that threatens to draw you back into a fever of desire. You pull away, gasping, and reluctantly rise to your feet. “I really must go now. I cannot abandon my family.”

  The protean burbles with disappointment. The opaque likeness of your mother falls back and sprawls on the carpet of slime like a satiated lover stretching out on a bed. She strokes her ample curves, trying to entice you to return to her.

  It doesn’t work. You pull on your clothes and gather your things. Although she nearly exhausted you with her vigorous pleasuring, you retain the confidence and strength from the morsel of the protean’s essence you swallowed. A new slime likeness of your mother rises up beside you.

  “Stay just a little longer?” She burbles, caressing you with her gooey hands.

  “No,” you say and step away from her. “It is time.”

  CONTINUE >

  Refuse her offer and use magic to slay this imposter

  This fiend must think you a perverted fool. You will not be lured into the bed of the creature that is torturing your sister. You smile sweetly. Let her underestimate you and believe that she has the position to dictate terms. You were shaken at first by the doppelganger using Kara's face, but not that the truth has come out, you will deal with the doppelganger as what she is: a monster. I

  "Well?" She cocks her head to one side and plays her fingers against the handle of your sister's rapier. "What will it be, sister? Pleasure or pain."

  "Oh, I think you already know the answer," you say, taking a step closer and trying to smile mischievously. The moment you see her seem to recognize desire in your demeanor, you quickly splaying your fingers into a casting posture and loose a simple shock spell.

  The bolt of electricity arcs from your fingers and strikes the doppelganger in the top of her head. She screams and flops backwards, arching with the tension of the electricity in her body. For a split-second, you see an almost featureless gray face and an asexual body. The shock dissipates almost instantly and Kara's form reappears.

  "Bitch!" She cries, her body smoking as she pulls herself to her feet.

  You are a bit surprised the shock did not kill her outright, but you have another, less direct method that you hope might cause her even greater pain.

  You smile sweetly even as you bring your hand up with your fingers splayed once more in a casting posture. You speak the first half of the fragmentation charm’s power words. A glowing mass of marble-sized spheres forms in the palm of your hand.

  “What are you doing?” The false-Kara gasps. “You stupid girl, don’t you—“

  You speak the remaining power words and the many glowing spheres explode from your hand, flying out in every direction. Mirrors shatter all around you and explode with such violence it is as if they contain bombs. Rather than a shower of glass, each mirror disintegrates with a bright flash, dropping a withered corpse upon the floor and leaving no trace of the mirror itself.

  The doppelganger begins to scream as Kara’s features deform, eyes bulging, mouth opening much too wide and teeth dropping out of alignment. Her neck bends at a horrifying angle, one breast bulges and splits through her leather bodice, the other wither into a divot in her arm. Miniature arms begin to fan out from her limbs, legs flopping from her hips, drool spilling from mouths that bulge along one thigh. A bouquet of half-formed genitalia bursts for from her trousers, flopping and dripping grotesquely.

  The doppelganger flops to the ground, seemingly losing her bones as her body multiplies into a screaming pile of many writhing humans. Faces and voices blend into one another like the bubbles rising atop a boiling soup made from human flesh. You turn away from this nightmarish sight.

  Among the shriveled corpses of the p
eople the doppelganger had imprisoned in the mirrors, you see a shock of white hair and pale skin.

  “Kara!” You cry and run to her side. She moans and your heart soars as you realize she is still alive. Not just alive, but fully dressed and with all of her equipment. “Kara, it’s me! It’s Penny!”

  Her eyes open, the golden luster seeming dimmed as she looks up at you. Her parched lips tremble as if she is unable to form words. You take a flash of water from your backpack and hold it to her lips. She drinks greedily and croaks, “Knew… you would come…. Penny.”

  “She didn’t fool me,” you say, stroking a lock of white hair from her face.

  “Have to keep going,” she says, pulling herself to her feet.

  “No, you can rest here,” you say. “Regain your strength.”

  You pull her into your arms and crush her against your soft breasts. Her body may be weakened, but her will is undimmed. You know she will insist on accompanying you.

  “Outside,” she moans. “I will rest a bit… outside of this cursed house.”

  “Of course, Kara,” you say, supporting her on your shoulder as you search for the exit from the manor. The force of the exploding mirrors has apparently cleared enough dust that faint rays of pale moonlight trickle through leaf-blown skylights high above. By their wan illumination, you find a heavy wooden door at the back of the huge room. The door is jammed shut, but a magical ram spell smashes it open and you and your sister stagger out of the cursed manor and into swirling leaves and a moonlit path.

  “Here,” you say, helping her to sit beneath a tree. “Let us rest here for a bit. I have some food and water. I’ll make a fire.”

  Kara looks at you gratefully as you begin to build the fire.

  CONTINUE >

  Command Alyssa to massage you

  Although you would like to ravish the beautiful succubus and force her to pleasure you in all manner of twisted ways, something a bit more practical comes to mind. You are very sore from your long march through the woods. Your muscles ache from your battles with various monsters and your back is cramped from carrying that heavy backpack since arriving on the island. What you need more than anything is a massage. There were temples of healing that offered such services, often sensual, in Akrane. You doubt those devoted women in the temples could match the massage skills of a succubus.

  "You will massage me," you say, looking at her sternly as you back towards the bed. "I am weary from my journey and I would like you to loosen my muscles."

  "Oh, yes, I know many techniques," says the succubus eagerly. "Please, mistress, lie down on the bed and it will be my honor to massage you."

  "Nothing more," you say, climbing onto the bed. "Just a massage. For now."

  "Of course," she purrs, climbing onto the bed beside you.

  You roll onto your elbows and knees and she rests a hand on the small of your back as you push yourself flat. Your breasts cushion you as you press your pussy against the silky sheets. You turn your right cheek to the cool, smooth fabric so you can watch Alyssa over your shoulder with one eye.

  She reaches into a small night table drawer and removes a glass bottle with a cork stopper. She removes the stopper and pours a measure of oily liquid into the cupper palm of her hand. Even watching this is like looking upon a dream. You expect the gorgeous demoness to spread her oily hands over your back, as would the women in the temples of Akrane. Instead, she looks into your eyes and begins to caress herself with her oily hands.

  "Mmmmmm," she moans, wiggling her hips from side to side and biting her lower lips as she spreads the glistening oil over her creamy breasts, her flat tummy, her hips, and her thighs. She adds more, until she is slicked and shining with the liquid. You do not bother to question her method, because you cannot deny the beauty of seeing her ample curves, her plump breasts with their jutting lavender nipples, shining with the oil. "Now, I will begin with your back, mistress, but tell me if there are any, mmmmm, spots you wish me to concentrate upon."

  She straddles the backs of your thighs and her hands press into the bed on either side of your body. You gasp as the warm tips of her nipples, slick with oil, drag across your shoulders and back. She leans lower and the weight of her warm mounds rests and slides over your back. She presses more firmly, squeezing her tits against you and spreading the oil that tingles into your body. Or is it just her magic, her touch, and the oil is only a lubrication?

  You moan and lift your hips without thinking. Your ass presses against her hips, your pussy almost against hers as she rides atop you from behind, rubbing and squeezing her breasts against your back. True to her word, her technique is incredible. The pain not only leaves your aching muscles, but it is replaced with thrills of pleasure each time she exert pressure with her body.

  "Ohhhhh," you whine as her pussy grinds against yours.

  "Oh, are you tender there?" She asks, thrusting her weight against your ass and pressing against your cunt again. Pleasure shoots through you, nearly sending you over the edge.

  "Yesss," you moan.

  "Let me massage you there then, mistress," she says.

  Her hips lift from your ass, but her upper body moves lower. She presses her oils tits against your ass, moving down to the backs of your thighs. Her nipples are so stiff they feel like fingertips pressing against you as she rubs them back and forth and squeezing them with her hands to tease against your slit and over your throbbing clit.

  The sensation of the gorgeous demoness stroking your pussy with her breasts is too much. You arch your back and thrust against the contact, crying out, "Ohhhhhh yessss!"

  You cum against her touch, writhing and bucking, orgasmic, but not quite satisfied by the fleeting contact with the nipple against your clit. You collapse, panting, onto your face. Alyssa purrs, softly kissing you from your buttocks up to your shoulders. Her hot lips caress the back of your neck. She lingers a moment and then rolls off of you.

  You turn over, looking up at you as your breasts slowly rise and fall with your excitement. The pleasure was incredible, the massage effective, but you crave more. You must have more.

  Alyssa clearly knows this. She kneels beside you expectantly. The oil has mostly faded from her breasts, one of which is now draped with a silky lavender lock of her hair. Her neatly trimmed pussy is swollen and slick with her juices. She strokes her hips up to her breasts, squeezing them and playing with her nipples. A gasp escapes her full lips.

  Although she kneels above you, her head is bowed submissively.

  "How else may I serve you, mistress?"

  What else do you desire?

  Command Alyssa to lick your pussy

  Command Alyssa to eat your ass

  Command Alyssa to scissor with you

  Defiant to the end

  You look around for hope but none is there. You are in the heart of the enemy, surrounded by chanting sycophants and slaves. Your mother stands over you like your executioner and your monstrous groom parts your legs to bare your quivering cunt. You are doomed.

  But you are not beaten. You gaze at the ruined ceiling and its cyclopean slabs of stone. You close your eyes, feeling the air change as you fall under the shadow of your groom.

  “Illith shanar!”

  The word of power bursts from you. It breaks the ritual, veiled handmaidens sent tumbling end over end across the floor. Burly orcs are blown off their feet. Even your mother is staggered. The impact of the spell is felt across the room.

  Your mother recovers swiftly, hissing in annoyance. “A final piece of defiance will only make this harder on you Penelo…pe…”

  She trails off, turning her head slowly as the room groans, searching for the source of the sound. She is not alone. Everyone in the room save your hooded groom peers about as a second groan creaks through the air. You close your eyes, your expression resigned. You know what has happened. The pillars, buckled from your earlier breaking your mother’s mental domination, now crack from this latest blow. They bend, fissuring, cracking beneath the wei
ght of the ceiling.

  Someone screams as massive stone slabs fall from the ceiling, the room collapsing onto itself. Your mother whirls about, raising her hand. A spell is on her lips when a slab takes her in the head. She falls, her face a mask of blood. Orcs and handmaidens flee in all directions as death falls all around them. Your would be bride is crushed by a massive stone.

  You sigh as the temple of Zhibbareth buckles upon itself and crumbles. The ruin of a god’s might becomes his tomb. From within the pit, a furious howl echoes through the darkness. Your death is mercifully quick beneath the raining stone. In your final moments, you reflect that though it may have cost you your life, at least you have spared the world the rising of Zhibbareth.

  And with that, a slab crushes you, sundering the altar as one, and your adventure most assuredly ends. You have paid with your life, but you have stopped the ascension of evil.

  THE END

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  Magic

  You answer Kara’s worried glance by thrusting your hand towards your mother and unleashing a storm of needle-sharp ice. Your mother roars in surprised pain as the shards of ice pepper her breasts and the arm she brings up to shield herself from your magic.

  “Foolish girls,” she says. “I will break your arms and legs before the birthing if I must.”

  She thunders towards you, fury on her giant face. Kara strikes with a javelin of magical force that your mother manages to dodge. Your sister follows up with an attack with her knife that slashes at your mother’s meaty hip, but does little injury. Your mother is almost close enough to grab you with her massive hands.

  You had wanted to overwhelm her with magic and force her to concede. Faced with having your limbs broken by the giantess, you have no choice but to unleash your most powerful destructive magic. Forge of the Heavens is a spell you have never cast before, even in practice, but the chant bursts from your lips and dazzling white flame roars from your fingertips. Your mother turns her face aside and raises her hands, casting a spell at the last moment.