Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  You whimper as the centaur abandons your teat and draws back. He chuckles. “No need to fear my broodmare. My pets will attend you.” He gestures, and two vines snake across your chest and slither against your heaving breasts.

  “Now then, be glad you have caught my fancy, fair filly. I will not break you with my cock as so many trespassers have been. I shall even prepare your sweet channel to take me.”

  “Wh-what do you m-mean?”

  In answer, he casually thrusts two fingers into your sweltering cunt.

  Your voice rises in a shriek of pleasure at this new intrusion. The centaur grins with his bestial face and begins to gently scissor your cunt. You tense, trembling as you feel your pussy part. Your insides seem to grow deeper. You feel an emptiness grow inside of you. And with it, a hot desire. A need to have it filled.

  You cum against his fingers, your orgasm sending twitching pleasure buzzing through your mind. You moan and gasp as your tunnel clutches at his fingers and your juices coat his hand. The centaur removes his fingers and sniffs them, nodding after a moment.

  “You are ready.”

  The vines lower you to the ground, withdrawing tenderly. You slump on the earth. Face pressed to the soil, the heart shape of your ass presented to the air. A shadow falls over you as the centaur moves over you. You shudder as his cock strokes against the crack of your ass.

  Then, he aligns the flared head with your gaping cunt, and thrusts inside.

  Pleasure explodes through you as the sudden emptiness within you is filled. You moan whorishly, fingers tangling in the grass as the girth of his cock and strength of his thrust nearly lift you off the ground. The centaur booms with laughter. “Best brace yourself my fair broodmare! For I shall not be done till you are filled with my young!”

  You do, your shaking legs raising your ass as you gird yourself.

  Then, he fucks you.

  When you look back, you can only manage a hazy recollection. Of you desperately holding on as your mate wildly ruts against your warmed cunt, filling you with the immensity of his cock. Your screaming, moaning wails of pleasure as he stuffs you with his manhood, taking you like a bitch in heat. Your breasts dragging across the ground with his every thrust. Your face pushed into the forest floor as he hilts within you, the head of his cock thrusting against your womb.

  All that you remember with any true distinction is his completion. When he gave a final thrust, his voice rising in a bellow of climax. Your own meeting his with a wail of surrender as he explodes in you. A whiteness fills your thoughts, becalming you in the glory of your peak as his seed stuffs your womb and the curse grips you in its glory.

  You grow heavy with the slow lethargy of true satisfaction. Your well fucked cunt slides off the centaur’s cock with an audible slurp, dropping you to the ground where you lie limp. Your shift atop your stomach, so stuffed with his cum it looks like your mate’s young is already several months along.

  You hear a gasping moan and tilt your head that way. The centaur has trotted towards Kara, who twitches and writhes in the pleasured grasp of the vines. Casually, he inserts his fingers and begins to scissor your sister to prepare her for what will come.

  Bliss suffuses you and you sigh, resting your cheek on the ground, listening to the rustle of the vines as they lay Kara down. The quick trot of hooves as the centaur mounts her, and the sudden gasp as he pushes inside of your sister.

  It will be nice to have her pregnant with you. Kara will surely bear strong children for the centaur. But you will be the true broodmare. Somehow you know this, and you eagerly reflect on carrying your master’s young, and when you have birthed them, to be filled once more by his glorious cock.

  Oh yes, you muse as Kara moans and the lurid wet sound of the centaur’s cock ramming into her intensifies. What a perfect fate.

  CONTINUE >

  Refuse. It is time to move on.

  You look down at the pitiful shape of Gallatha. His face shining with your cum, his power bound by the crimson collar. Now that you have satisfied yourself of your lust, the thought of giving him to Alyssa, if not repugnant, is not terribly attractive. Besides, you have more pressing matters.

  You shake your head. “No. I don’t think so.”

  Alyssa’s arms tighten around you. “What?”

  “We have other things to do, Alyssa. I must reach the Great One’s temple. He’s no threat now.”

  The succubus smiles, but it’s strained. “Penelope. Lovely dear. It would only take a minute. And just think of what we could do with him. What I could.”

  She’s practically radiating lust now. She presses against you, fairly vibrating with anticipation, her hands gliding down you arms, her breasts crushing yours. Her scent of musk and spices makes you feel heady but it’s almost too thick. You shake your head and push her away. “No, Alyssa. I came here for the Great One. Now come with me.”

  The demoness’s face writhes. Her grip tightens on your arms. “Penelope. Think carefully. You have no idea what you are giving up.”

  There’s something in her face you find disturbing. Firmly you shake your head. “Alyssa, I’ve made my decision.” You turn pointedly. “We’re leaving.”

  “I think not!”

  Before you can move the succubus has hissed the words of a spell. The shadows of the rubble coil, stretch and grab your arms with chains of darkness. Alyssa viciously yanks her arm down and the chains force you to your knees.

  “Stupid mortal!” Alyssa snarls, storming to your cast off clothes and snatching up your panties. She balls them in a claw-like hand. “You have no idea what you’re throwing away. I’ll be damned twice over if you keep this from me!”

  You stare at the succubus, stunned by the pain of the betrayal. “Alyssa! What are you doing? Stop th-mrff!”

  “Oh shut up,” Alyssa snaps, shoving your balled underwear into your mouth. “I thought you had vision Penelope. You were smart. But no. I guess you’re like every other idiot mortal.” She shakes her head, violet hair fanning about her painfully beautiful face.

  But her sadness is short lived. Her eyes snap open, yellow and burning with hellfire. She turns, sauntering across the square. She stands over Gallatha, taking in the gold skinned being lying limply on the ground with a look of terrible triumph. Of some great immoral victory you cannot even begin to fathom the depths of.

  From where you kneel you watch as the succubus squats, straddling the holy figure’s chest. Her hands rest on his shoulders as she leans in and devours his lips in a vicious kiss.

  Gallatha moans beneath her. Her wings fan about them, and you watch her take his cock and position it beneath her. Then, she feeds him inside of her.

  Gallatha bucks, moaning. Alyssa breaks the kiss, clawing his chest.

  “Mmmm. Delicious,” she hisses, tongue flicking out like a snake’s.

  “A-abomination,” Gallatha gasps defiantly.

  “I’ll have that stamped on your ass while you suck the cocks of hellhounds,” Alyssa grins. She grabs his head and smother’s his retort in her flawless breasts, and begins to grind your hips to his.

  You’ve felt the succubus's skills before. Of tongue and touch she has no equal, and Gallatha, a virgin in every respect, hasn’t a prayer of holding out. He whimpers into the succubus's breasts, glowing eyes lidded with resistance that crumbles beneath the onslaught of pleasure. You see his ass clench, his body arching with an impending orgasm.

  But nothing happens. He is held, gasping and panting on edge even as Alyssa continued her assault on him. “What…what…”

  Alyssa cackles. She grabs his face, forcing it to look at her as she slows her vicious fucking. “Oh no my pretty little slut! You don’t cum until I say so. And I won’t until you swear to be mine! Renounce your goddess. Worship me like you would her, and I’ll give you your release. Say it!”

  “N-never!” Gallatha cries, but the sound is weak, a wail of one already near defeat.

  Alyssa laughs again. You’ve never seen this side of her. Not com
pletely. The cruel demon of the pits is out in full. But you can’t say you don’t enjoy it. Despite your predicament, her delight in the messenger’s torture turns you on unbelievably. You whimper into your panties, smelling the lust which stains the garment and strain at the chains which bind you.

  Gallatha screams with the need of release while Alyssa ruthlessly fucks him. “Give it to me,” she hisses, eyes flashing. “Submit! Swear to me!”

  “I… Oh goddess. Oh goddess please…”

  “Your goddess can’t help you now! You’re mine. I’m your goddess now. Say it!” She grabs his face, her serpentine tongue flicking his cheek. “Say it! You can never go back! Even if you escape me you’ll always remember this. Remember what it felt like to be fucked by a mistress of pleasure! To be smothered by my breasts and be taken like an animal! You’ll never be able to serve Her again. But I can give you pleasure unending. Every day a new lesson in debauchery! Demons will come from every pit to fuck you. To show you new ways to suffer. And you’ll love it. You’ll love me! So do it! Submit! Say it and cum for me!”

  He breaks with a scream of despair and hopeless lust. “Oh goddess! Please! Let me cum! Do it! I swear! You’re my goddess! Please! Let me cum!”

  Alyssa cackles in triumph. “Then be MINE!”

  With her words the barrier of the goddess shatters overhead. Shards of light rain down like a broken dawn, and darkness rushes in to fill it. Gallatha screams as his essence is devoured by the succubus. The shine of his golden skin and silver hair dims to dross. A glow seems to travel up where Alyssa and him are joined, her red skin burning like fire as his dims. The succubus throws back her head, eyes shooting open, mouth falling in a vast O of ecstasy.

  “Yesssssss!” she sings.

  The air screams, a whirlwind building about you. Tearing at you. All of it centered on the unholy union in the middle of the plaza. Relentlessly she feeds on him, grinding his cock into her, fucking all that made him holy out of him. And as she draws his light into herself, she grows. Her flawless skin deepens from red to a royal purple. Her horns curl up, meeting above her head. A burning crown of flames blazes between them. Her fangs grow and her wings expand. Black scales crawl down her arms like long black gloves whose fingers end in wickedly curved claws.

  You cower beneath the grandeur that Alyssa has become. Gallatha has dimmed, his once radiant skin grown dark like charred wood. Then, his mortal form crumbles to ash, still hilted within the succubus.

  The wind dies to a whisper as if you stand in the eye of a storm. A perfect stillness.

  Alyssa stands.

  She towers over you in presence and form. She extends her arms, marveling at her new claws. She touches her horns and peers up, her eyes glowing a lurid red. And then, she laughs.

  The sound rolls across the plaza. You shudder beneath it, vibrating in sympathy to the terrible beauty of the demoness.

  You feel her eyes upon you. Her presence surrounds you like a burning spotlight. Desire for the perfectly unholy creature explodes within you. You shudder, cumming on the spot, whimpering as your juices splatter to the ground. Desire and terror lay you flat before her, cowering on your knees.

  “Sweet Penelope,” she rumbles.

  You gasp, your name on her lips sending a stab of pleasure deep into your core.

  “Well Penelope, what do you think?” She runs her hands down her stomach and hips. “Personally, I think it looks very good.”

  “M-mmm.”

  She giggles. “Oh yes.” She reaches out and plucks your panties form your mouth. You gasp, coughing.

  “A-Alyssa,” you gasp at length. “What-“

  “Sweet Penelope,” she says again. You stare into her eyes, unable to look away. “But you tried to deny me this. But don’t worry. I’m not mad. In fact, I believe I shall reward you for giving me this chance to become…oh so much more.”

  Her wings beat the air, washing a wave of her scent over you. Icy fear wars with red hot lust within you. “A-Alyssa.”

  “No.” Your mouth snaps shut. You see her tail twist around her, the tip inverting into a shape like a funnel. “Not Alyssa. Mistress.”

  She snaps her fingers and the dark chains which bind you snap and dissolve. Alyssa sits down on the rim of the ruined fountain, parting her legs and baring the dark furrow of her cunt. You cannot look away from it. “Lick me Penelope,” she says huskily. “Eat me while I eat you. I think I will claim two special souls today.”

  “M-mistress. Please. We must-“

  Alyssa sighs dramatically and presses her clawed fingers to her brow in theatrical consternation. “Oh Penelope, dear. I think it’s high time you stop trying to make decisions. You’re just not very good at it. If we listened to you, I would not be…this.” She cups her breasts and gives them a playful squeeze, her long tongue slipping from her lips.

  She looks like some demonic idol as she sits there, her knees drawn up and legs parted, her tongue out and a crown of flame burning above her head. Her hairless cunt drips her sweet nectar, waiting for your veneration.

  “LICK.”

  Her words flip all the right switches in your mind. Heedless of the cost you crawl on hands and knees between her legs. Her scent, the tang of lust and the sweetness of Gallatha wreathe the air, fogging your mind already cowed by the succubus's presence. You pause, inhaling deeply of her, then lean forward and bury your face against her.

  The taste shocks across you, the feeling so familiar from tasting Gallatha’s cock. Sweet pleasure jolts from your tongue and across your mouth, dancing on your taste buds before plunging through you and sending your core jolting.

  “Mmmm!” the succubus moans. One of her hands grasp the back of your head and urge you deeper inside of her. You twitch, her mere touch making you quiver with lust. “Oh Penelope. You always were so good at serving me.”

  You can’t reply. You need more of this taste. More of HER! You grab her thighs for support, the heat of her skin blazing beneath your touch.

  Then, you feel her fingers against your ass. Almost casually she spreads your cheeks with two, and feeds a third inside of you. “Ah!” You buck, gasping as she invades your backdoor.

  Then, you feel something else. Something latch onto your cunt like a second set of lips.

  You throw yourself into your task as your body rocks between the dual forces of her fingers and her sucking tail.

  “Shall I stop?” Alyssa teases.

  “N-no. Don’t…stop…” You gasp.

  “Good Penelope. You always did learn fast.”

  The pleasure grows hotter as she drinks your essence. As her tail feeds upon your trembling quim, your impending doom adds some heady thrill to the act. A sense of strange euphoria fills you. You feel radiant, pure, as if floating in a cloud of bliss. Alyssa cums, and as her juices spills onto your tongue, your sense of reality fades.

  So this is what it is to die?

  “But you will live on, Penelope,” Alyssa says. Her voice is no less compelling though it seems to come from far away. “Forever and ever my lovely herald, you are mine. And an eternity of pleasure awaits.”

  You’d like that, you think dreamily as the softness envelops you. It’s your last free thought before the last of your essence is sucked into Alyssa’s tail, and you tumble into a warm darkness.

  CONTINUE >

  Tell me what you know about mother’s fate

  “Where is mother?” You ask, trying not to reveal the emotional depths of your concern. “Have you been in touch with her?”

  Kara takes a deep breath before she speaks. Weariness seems to press down on her.

  “She contacted me weeks ago, in my dreams, telling me about the island and about some great evil here. That was what brought me and why I wrote the letter to you.” Her voice become hoarse and she takes another drink of water before continuing. “She told me that she would meet me at a settlement near the southern reaches of the island. Tymistol, I believe. The village was destroyed, burned, and there was no sign of her. I found
some gertlings lurking about and interrogated them. They kept babbling about some ‘Great One’ and did not seem to know about mother.”

  “I do not know if I found the same settlement,” you say, “but when I crashed, I went inland a bit and found a burned village. There were gertlings there as well.”

  “And you bested them?” She asks, raising an eyebrow and managing a smile.

  “I suppose I did,” you say, your cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. “I’ve faced much worse since continuing inland.”

  “As did I,” says Kara. “I was stalked by a creature that I took for a werewolf at first, but it seemed to emerge from impossible hiding places and was always on my heels. I continued inland, seeking some sign of mother, and found a fallen temple in another dead settlement. There were signs inside that some cult devoted to worshipping this so-called Great One had been actively trying to restore the temple.

  “The beast attacked me there and I barely managed to fight if off. It was like a wolf with four glowing eyes, human hands that ended in claws, and an intelligence that I swear was equal to any human. It shrugged off the shots from my pistols, but I wounded it with my silver daggers and drove it off. I retreated to the woods and climbed a tree and that was where I decided to sleep on the first night.”

  She stirs the fire and in her golden eyes you see the demons of her fears manifesting. Kara was always fearless, always stronger than you, and to see her in this way makes your blood run cold.

  “Mother came to me again,” she says, her voice barely louder than the crackling of the flames. “She told me she was in Rhilath, the ancient capital, and that I had to reach her. And then… she tried to tell me the beast would help me. That I should… that I should trust it. Penny… I fear that mother has gone mad.”

  “Mad? Mother?” You can hardly believe it. Your mother was a veteran huntress before you were born. She had seen things too terrible even for the pages of the family codex. What could drive her insane?