Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  Yana and Isala are never far from your side, to lead you to new delights within the palace, tend to you after a vigorous session with some monster or beast, or simply to join you in hot kisses, sensual caresses, and eager fingers and tongues. When you do not know exactly what you desire, Yana and Isala will provide you with choices, always subtly urging you towards greater perversion.

  You explore the whips, chains, and torture devices of the dungeons. Yana and Isala are just as eager to inflict or receive the punishment. You are tied with complex knots that twist your arms and legs, you are immersed in cold water, nearly drowning, and you are violated with studded dildos that twist inside your pussy and ass. You drip hot wax across Yana’s breasts and push Isala’s head down into a trough of cold water while a hooded man without a name brutally fucks her spasming pussy.

  It is during these tortures that you learn Yana, Isala, and even you are seemingly immortal in the palace. Delights that might otherwise end in death are no more dangerous than a bad dream. Even the most brutal demise your increasingly twisted desires can devise ends with you waking up in your bed. Yana or Isala perish many times, only to return with a smile and not a mark on their golden skin.

  The tortures devolve into monstrous predation and then into gruesome rituals that would have shocked the version of you that existed before you entered this palace of infinite pleasure. Sometimes, breasts heaving, bathed in the blood of a hundred slaughtered servants, you think about the moment when you succumbed to your evil instincts. Was it within the palace? No. Before. When you left all those men and women behind, trapped in the protean.

  You laugh at the thought and after another night of rest and another morning feast, you call upon Isala and Yana to fetch you a protean. The slime devours slave after slave until you subject yourself to its predation, perhaps in an act of penance. You scream as you are smothered by the living sludge, your body dissolving to nothing.

  Only to awaken once more in your bed. Yana and Isala giggle when they see you are awake.

  “Shall we prepare a feast for you today, mistress?” Asks Yana.

  “Another monster to devour one of us?” Isala brushes her fingers against your cunt.

  “Mmmmmm,” you stroke her face. “No, not today. I want to go deeper into the castle. There are yet perversions undiscovered. The undead await.”

  You leave the warm delights of the palace behind for the misty coldness of the ossuary. Dark things move through the fog. Evil things waiting to fill you with horror and pleasure. You’ve spent so long among these boundless pleasures that you rarely think of the outside world. Are you frozen in time or does it continue on without you?

  It does not matter, you suppose. You will never return to your quest. The pleasures of even cold flesh are endless.

  BAD END

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  Beg for her to punish your ass

  The very suggestion that she might ram that huge, twitching, purple monster of a cock up your ass gives you a hot thrill up your leg and tingling in your pussy.

  "Yessss," you gasp as you stare, wide-eyed, at Alyssa's demonic cock.

  "Yes, what?" Alyssa asks, folding her arms across her glorious breasts and raising an eyebrow.

  "I need it in my ass," you say. "I deserve it. I need to be punished by that huge cock."

  "Oh, well, aren't you a naughty one?" Alyssa laughs and caresses your cheek. She reaches down with both hands and toys with the hem of your skirt. She lets the fabric trail over the glistening purple tip of her she-cock. "Very well, Penelope. Bend over and show me your plump posterior so that I might ram every inch of my cock up it."

  "Ohhh," you cry with wanton desire, turning and falling to your knees before the glory of the succubus. You pull the back of your dress up your thighs and over your buttocks, exposing your cheeks straining the seat of your underwear as you bend over for her. Alyssa kneels behind you, murmuring with desire as she runs her clawed hands over the your bottom. The hot, damp brush of her cock against your thighs sends desire shuddering through you.

  "Yes, such a lovely, plump ass on you, Penelope," she says, squeezing your cheeks. "Begging for a spanking."

  She swats your bottom, making you jerk with the jolt of pain and your cheeks jiggle with the impact. She curls her fingers into the waist of your panties and slowly draws them down, exposing the pale flesh of your cheeks and the warm cleavage between them. As each inch of your crack is exposed, Alyssa leans down and runs her hot tongue between your cheeks. You gasp as she pulls your panties lower and her tongue slides against your tender asshole. You clench reflexively and her tongue swirls around your tensed pucker.

  "So naughty," she hisses and pulls your panties beneath your buttocks and down to your thighs. She spreads your cheeks with her hands, exposing the glistening knot of your asshole. She spits loudly into your crack, her warm spittle splattering against your hole and dripping down between your cheeks and over your pussy. She thumps her heavy cock against your cheeks, stroking it and smacking it back and forth between your soft mounds. You moan with desire, lowering your head to the road and raising your ass submissively. Alyssa laughs at your surrender.

  She slides her huge cock between your cheeks, rubbing the underside of her shaft down your crack and squeezing your soft mounds around her thrusting demonic dick.

  "So warm and eager," she chuckles. "Are you really ready for this thick cock up that tiny little asshole?"

  "Oh, yes, please," you moan, jerking your hips and rubbing your ass against her cockshaft. "Please, fuck me. Forgive me, Alyssa. Forgive me with your huge cock."

  She pulls her cock from between your cheeks and leans down to spit another wad of warm saliva at your clenched divot. This time she screws a finger into your asshole, twisting it inside you and forcing your clenching ring to open wider. She adds a second finger and squeezes in a third, fucking them in and out and stretching your hole wider and wider. She spits again and you feel the warm saliva dripping and sliding into your ass.

  "Ohhhh, fuck me," you moan, thrusting back against her fingers.

  "Very well," says Alyssa. "But remember, you asked for this!"

  She pulls her fingers out of your stretched hole, leaving your pucker to slowly tighten. You only have a few seconds before you fell the hot cap of her massive cock bulling at your little asshole. Her cockhead spreads your cheeks and pressed, seemingly as big as an apple, against your tight little hole.

  She rests one hands on your hips and begins to push. You crave her hard cock and yet it is still a struggle. You try to relax and your body aches to be fucked by the succubus, but your little hole has to stretch so wide to take her fat cockhead. Each time it feels as if you have reached your limit, she pushes again and stretches you wider.

  Her cockhead pops fully inside you suddenly and you gasp and jerk your head up from the ground. Your brown hair hangs in your face and you pant through parted lips.

  "There you are," purrs Alyssa. "What a good girl. It will be so much easier from here."

  She thrusts deeper and deeper, stretching your bowels as tight as a sausage casing around her massive cock. Thankfully, her copious precum begins to coat your inner walls and her huge cock slides more easily back and thrusts even more easily deep inside you again. It takes several strokes for her to push her cock all the way into your ass and when she finally does she rests with her balls mashed against your cunt and her hips squeezing against your buttocks as her cock twitches inside you.

  She leans over you and whispers, "Do you feel that, Penelope?"

  "Yes," you whisper in reply, your voice straining as you feel the hardness filling your ass completely.

  "Any more and I think you might burst," she says. "But I know exactly how much you can take and I will give you exactly that much. Are you ready?"

  She does not wait for your answer, she begins to move her hips and piston her huge, precum-slicked cock in and out of your ass. She is right and you know it: your ass could not take another fract
ion of an inch of girth or another inch of length. She thrusts into you, stretching you to your absolute limit, sending spasms of pain and pleasure through your body with every stroke. Her hips smack against your buttocks. Your breasts, still in your bodice, jiggle beneath you as she fucks your stretched hole.

  "That's it," she pants, holding your hips with both hands and fucking steadily faster and harder. "That's a good girl. Move your hips. Show me you know how to apologize."

  "Y-yes," you gasp, looking back at her and working your hips. Her cock is so huge you can see wet, purple flashes of it as it disappears between your cheeks with each thrust. Your pale buttocks are blushing from the spanking her hips are giving you and your pussy throbs with each slap of her cum-heavy balls against your clit. Your orgasm begins to rise and you throw back your head, moaning, "Ohhhhh, yes. Oh, it's so good."

  "Cum for me," she hisses. "Cum on that huge cock. Surrender your pleasure to me."

  "Ohhhhh, yessss," you wail as your ecstasy surges. Each slap of her bollocks against your cunt sends another jolt of pleasure. The fullness of her throbbing cock thrusting into your ass is exquisite. Your stretched hole flexes and squeezes around her thrusting cock.

  "Here it comes," cries Alyssa, driving her cock through your orgasm. "Beg for it. Beg to be punished with my seed."

  "YES! Punish me!" You cry in the throes of your pleasure. "Fill me with your cum! Fill my ass with-- AAHHH!"

  You feel her cock pulsing and the hot pressure of her cum spurting deep into your ass. Somehow, this flood of seed into your bowels unleashes a new peak of pleasure, driving you to a greater orgasm as you fuck back onto Alyssa's gushing demonic cock. Her hands hold your hips so tightly it hurts, but you do not care. You thrust back onto her again and again, taking her to the hilt and feeling her thick cum coat her cock.

  She slows her strokes and gently pulls her cock out of you.

  "Clean it," she demands. You can feel her cum dripping from your freshly-stretched asshole, but you turn and crouch before her. You take hold of her huge, cum-smeared cock and begin to lick it and suck it clean. She wipes the last pearly of her cum against your lips and you lick the salty-sweetness away, reveling in the intoxicating deliciousness of her demonic cum.

  "Mmmmmm," she says. "Very good. All is forgiven."

  Her cock melts away before your eyes and her mound is restored to its perfect femininity. Her demonic features retreat until she is almost completely human. With a wave of her hand, her exquisite curves are swaddled once more in her tight red leathers and her fur-trimmed vest. If it weren't for the dull ache of your asshole and the wetness of her cum in your crack, you might believe it never happened. You take a moment to clean up and rearrange your clothing.

  As you are straightening your dress, your mother's voice returns to your mind, full of reproach.

  "You have been sodomized by a demon cock. Pathetic. And you went to your knees willingly for this creature? When will you show her your true power and destroy her."

  Your throbbing asshole clenches with anger. Your mother, somehow knowing the sensation, laughs in your head.

  "Fine, fine, journey on with this demon whore. I promise you, it will not end well for one of you."

  "Shall we continue?" Alyssa takes your arm and smiles sweetly at you as if nothing has happened between you. Together, you resume your walk along the path through the forest to Rhilath. It is comforting to have her with you, but some doubt lingers, stoked by your mother's hostility. Where will things end between you and Alyssa? Must one of you pay a terrible price?

  Despite your misgivings, you feel a swell of affection for the demoness, enough to almost forget your concerns about the path your soul has taken on your journey to Rhilath.

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

  You are almost there…

  CONTINUE >

  Kiss the cultist’s brand

  You stare at the dark mark of the black god of this city. The thing whose creatures have hunted you. Taken your sister. Seduced your mother. Its throbbing beat fills your head like the drums of the wugs. You cannot help yourself. You lean forward and kiss it.

  Power shoots through your lips and into your core. Your knees quake. You gasp, flesh burning with a sudden terrible desire. Hands touch your cheeks, gently turning up your face. Janine stares down at you, her pupils so wide her eyes seem like dark pools. “Service your master’s temple,” she breathes.

  Your face is drawn to her dripping folds. You do not resist, pressing your tongue against her lower lips. You kiss her as you did her mark, the act of submission making you moan Your open your mouth and lick her juices, then slide your tongue inside of her.

  Janine hums with pleasure, holding you against her. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, then eases back against the steps, drawing your head with her, ensuring you never break your sinful kiss against her cunt. She smiles down at you as you nuzzle her mound and parted thighs.

  The experience is strange and hazy. You know you’re drugged, but concern is remote to the pleasure of kissing this monstrous woman. Beautiful despite her mutations, or because of them. You are reminded vividly of the succubus you met on the road to here, and the thought of that creature of desire sends a pang of sympathetic lust through you.

  You feel hands on your skirt, easing the fabric up. You assist them without thinking, shifting your hips so they can pull down your underwear and bear the plush curve of your ass and sweltering cunt. You feel lips against your heated pussy, a delicate licking, then something pressing against it.

  “No,” Janine whispers. “Not there. Her ass. Take her ass.”

  The thought sends a thrill tingling through you. You cannot see your lover who withdraws from your pussy and instead maneuvers above. But you feel their lips and tongue prepare that hole for the coming intrusion. Once your ass is suitably lubed, you feel the insistent pressure of a cock against your backdoor. You moan, muscles relaxed as they slip inside of you. As they fill you. Without hesitation you rock against them, feeling them thrust tenderly into your bowels.

  Janine shudders against you, and cums against your lips. Eagerly you lap up her juices, but in the midst of it Janine lifts your head, easing you up and against the chest of whoever ruts against you.

  “Such a lovely girl,” Janine purrs as she opens your jacket and shirt, baring your heaving breasts. She cups them, weighing them and rubbing her thumbs against your taut nipples.

  “O-oooh,” you cry softly, thrusting your heaving tits into her hands. Squirming as she molds them. “Yessss…”

  “So good and heavy. Have you imagined them filled with milk? Your stomach swollen with the spawn of monsters?”

  The cock within you begins to thrust more insistently against you, stroking your insides and making your body sing. You twist, grinding against the cock within you. “Yesss.”

  “You want it.”

  “Yes.”

  “You need it.”

  “Oh gods…”

  Janine slaps your breasts. “Ah!” You arch, the pain stabbing into your core, spicing the easy pleasure wracking your body.

  “No. Only one god. Only Zhibbareth.”

  “Oh…oh god…” you moan. You buck, clenching as you cum. The man behind you grunts, his seed burning its way inside of you.

  He withdraws from your ass, slipping away. You fall back, head fogged, and into a pile of writhing flesh. Time seems non-existent as you move with the orgy around you. You eagerly lick the cocks of men and are licked to leg-quaking orgasms by women. You worship the balls of a massive minotaur, tasting the salty flavor of his arousal. You suck and nibble on the pert breasts of a young woman as she rides the same monster’s mammoth cock, and you latch your lips to hers as she gasps with her orgasm.

  Everything is so good. Nothing is wrong.

  Janine drifts to and from your side. You see her at one point tending Kara, gui
ding a man inside of her ass before pressing herself to Kara’s front, burying her hand in your sister’s cunt as she masturbates her to completion. Your body aches wonderfully beneath the countless pleasures of your many lovers. You twist and buck, floating to the very heights of ecstasy.

  You find yourself against the steps of the dais, panting, head swimming from lust and desire. You look over the vastness of the room and the writhing floor. The braziers burn low, the purple flames flickering deep in their copper dishes.

  Something moves towards you.

  Four red eyes set in a wolfish muzzle. Fur black as night and teeth bared. The wolf. A pang of fear courses through you. A nightmare, you think as you watch the beast which hunted you across the isle walk through the writhing bodies as if they didn’t exist.

  You feel the warmth of Janine’s body against yours. She pulls you to her, your head resting against her breasts. “Isn’t he beautiful?” Janine purrs. You seem detached from your body. Floating above it, yet feeling Janine’s hands creep around your front to find your breasts and stroke them. “He was once the guardian of the isle. The keeper of our master’s prison. But then, you mother came.”

  Her words shoot through you, but you strangely feel no fear. “M-mother?”

  “Yes. I know who you are Penelope Helsdottir. I knew the minute you walked in here. I felt it in you. The potential I haven’t since I met your mother.” Her hands stroke you, one sliding down your toned stomach to rest against your mons. “You came here, refusing his gift. But you will serve him. And I will be rewarded so sweetly for delivering you.”

  Her hand is on your cheek. She turns your head towards her. Her eyes burn with fanatic desire. “And once you stand above me. At the side of the Great One, gravid with his essence. Then, I will love to worship you glorious cunt, and kneel at your feet.”

  She kisses you, and you melt against her.

  You don’t resist as Janine turns you over, mashing your breasts together as she pulls you against her. Her legs lock around your waist, jerking you against her mons. You shiver in expectation as your feel the heat of the wolf crawl over you, his bristling fur scratching at your back. You gasp as the wedged head of his dog cock presses against your ass, wanders lower.