Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Always the most eager,” laughs the old slave master, running his black tongue across his purple lips.

  He takes hold of your hips and pulls you back until his entire bumpy fuck-knuckle is rubbing inside your tender hole. You arch your back and push against him. He slaps against your plump ass, thrusting in and out as you reach a hand between your thick thighs and rub at your juicy cunt. Many of the girls in the cage are pressed against the bars and doing the same. As the slave master fucks you, your milk-swollen breasts swing beneath you.

  Milk drips steadily from your engorged nipples and wets the dirt floor of the hut. The slave master, as always, is quick to take his pleasure from you. He gives a short grunt, his cock jerks against the clenching ring of your asshole, and he pumps your bowels full of his gooey gertling spunk. The yellow muck drips out of your ass once he pulls his stubby cock out of your creamy clench.

  “Oh, thank you, master,” you gasp, fucking yourself with three fingers. He tosses your loincloth at your bare ass.

  “Should have pulled out of you,” he grunts. “Be sure to clean up nicely. I do not want mess. Now go, clean yourself.”

  He smacks your ass again and sends you crawling out of the hut. You pull on your loincloth, feeling the slave master's cum squishing in your crack. It isn’t far to the hot springs on the edge of the village. The gertlings going about their tasks stop to watch you crawl past. A few jeer at you and one of the males walks over and strokes his cock against your face. You stop and let him, but an older male, perhaps his father, sends him away with a smack on the ear. You continue your crawl to the hot springs.

  You sink into the steamy pool, gasping as the hot, mineral-rich water bubbles around you. You use the soap to lather your body thoroughly and squeeze out the slave master's cum. Your breasts are so milky that you have to express some milky. The creamy sprays cloud the water around you in the pool. You heft one breast to your mouth and suck your own sweet milk from your nipple. You repeat this with the other breast, drinking until both of your tits are no longer painfully engorged.

  You do not dawdle long in the hot springs. You are too eager to get to the breeding hut to spend all day relaxing in the hot water. You crawl once more through the village, as slaves are commanded to do so they do not frighten the much smaller gertlings. You stand slowly once you reach the guards standing outside the breeding hut. You can hear moans and gertling grunts of pleasure from within. A sweet smell of burning incense drifts out when the guard opens the straw door.

  You walk inside the hot, sex-scented hut. A few gertlings are relaxing and smoking aramish herb that makes your body hot and your head dizzy. You giggle and saunter past two slave girls pleasuring their lovers. You find an empty pile of cushions stolen from human houses, untie your loincloth, and flop down.

  It isn’t long before a gertling is caressing you. He shares his aramish pipe and sucks at your milky breasts, both of which you are grateful for. You reward him by squeezing his wee cock between your plump breasts. He pants with pleasure as you wank him thoroughly and encourage him to spill his seed all over your creamy mounds.

  “Yesss, thank you, master,” you moan as his warm juice spurts across your jiggling tits.

  He leaves you with a raunchy kiss that almost gags you on his black tongue. You clean up and wait for your next visitor.

  Much to your delight, you are visited by four familiar gertlings.

  “Masters!” You cry, leaping up from your cushions and embracing all four diminutive gertlings. The brute nuzzles against your breasts, the leader looks at you with a lopsided grin, and the two runts cling to your plump thighs and buttocks.

  “We come to bring you fun,” says the leader in the human tongue you had almost forgotten. “We see which of us puts pups in your human cunt.”

  “Oooooh, yes!” You squeal, kissing them all. “Please, I’m ready!”

  You lie back on the cushions and the leader has you first, fucking you face-to-face like humans, kissing you with his black tongue swirling against your pink human tongue. You wrap your creamy thighs around him, pulling the thumb of his cock deep and gyrating beneath him. You cum hard on his cock and he pours his seed deep into your body. The runts are next. One satisfies himself with fucking your mouth while the other thrusts into your cum-stuffed cunt. Soon enough, you are practically drowning in gertling goo.

  “Ooooh, thank you!” You lick and kiss the runt’s cock as it slips from your mouth. The brute wants you on your hands and knees. His fat cock stretches your creamy pussy and he fucks you harder and faster than he ever has before. You beg for his cum, deciding that it is the brute who you want to father your children, not that you have any choice in the matter. The magic over the island and the potent gertling cum has its own way.

  You cum repeatedly for the brute and finally, with a bestial roar, he fucks deep into your frothing fuckgroove and pours out a hot load deep into your quim.

  The gertlings who visit the breeding hut are only supposed to take one turn with the girls, but you insist that each of your original captors has another turn. It’s the least you can do for this wonderful life they have given you.

  Almost forgotten are your sister and mother. You sometimes wonder what happen to them. And in those moments, you think maybe this life is not the ideal existence you believe.

  You almost believe it’s a…

  BAD END

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  Wait

  You are not eager to face off against four humans in combat. You back towards the door, planning to use it to escape if necessary. Your shoulders press against the wood. The men draw closer and closer as the bartender pulls out a rusty fishing spear. You draw your pistols from your belt.

  “Stay back,” you warn, slowly raising the flintlocks to aim at the two closest men.

  “Come on, pretty,” says one of them, drool spilling down his deformed chin. “We just want to make some babies!”

  Your hands tremble as you try to keep your aim steady. Your gaze flicks from one man to the next as they continue to advance. The bartender draws the rusty spear back to his shoulder.

  “Stop!” You shout. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

  “Hurt us?” The two men creeping closer exchange a glance and lunge at you.

  You pull both triggers and both flintlocks roar and spit out fire and smoke. The two men lunging at you crash to the ground. One is dead instantly and the other gasps and flops like a fish on the floor of the tavern. You toss the pistols aside and draw your sword, bringing it up just as you see the bartender flings the spear. You duck beneath the thrown weapon, close enough to feel the wind of it passing over your shoulder, and it impales the door behind you.

  With a cry of anger, you charge at the bartender. He has a huge butcher knife and he tries to stab at you in the same motion. Your sword, with its much longer reach, impales his gaunt belly. A look of disbelief flashes over his freakish goat eyes and the knife drops from his grasp.

  “Killed me?” He asks and blood pours out of his mouth. He drops to his knees and then flops over on his back, your bloody sword slipping out of his body. You whirl on the shocked old man, staring at you with his one good eye opened wide. To your surprise, he begins to laugh and drool from his toothless mouth. His hunched back shakes with his sickening laughter.

  “Go ahead, girly,” he wheezes. “Kill me. I’ll be dead before the year is out anyhow!”

  You wipe the blood from your sword on the man’s shoulders. He stares at your silver blade, his fear finally returning as you press the edge to his neck.

  “My sister has eyes like mine,” you say, “but she is lean and with all white hair. Did she come through this town?”

  “Y-yes,” he stammers. “We chased her. She killed one of the others and escaped, up to the hills, to the old temple. That’s w-w-where the goat is.”

  “Where?”

  “In the woods just beyond town,” he says. “You can’t miss it. Can’t avoid it. The goat keeps all
the women there as his brides. Wives, daughters, and his daughters mostly. Having more babies with them.”

  Your lips curl in disgust. No wonder these people have an unhealthy, degenerate appearance.

  “Say hello from old Temmel,” laughs the old man. “Tell him I tried to catch you. He’s going to fuck you so good, pretty. He’s going to get those fat tits full of milk and fill you with ba—“

  You thump him in the forehead with the handle of your kirana. His good eye rolls back and he slumps off his stool. Your recover and reload your pistols and search the back of the bar. You find only a keg of watery ale and a tray of fish that has been left to putrefy, as if these men preferred their fish served rotten.

  You leave the tavern and continue on through the road down the center of the dismal settlement. You see pale, deformed faces watching you out of broken windows and from behind fences, but no one else tries to accost you. The road leads you out of the town and up the tallest hill where the path is swallowed up by the dense, dark forest.

  There is no turning back now. Your sister may be in there somewhere.

  CONTINUE >

  Pleasure the protean’s new cock

  “I think you’re the one who needs a little pleasure,” you chuckle as you wrap your hand around the thick cock jutting from above the protean’s cunt. “I imagine those others don’t do much for you trapped here in your cave. Just play toys. Let me show you what a huntress can do.”

  You give her cock a squeeze and begin to slowly stroke the protean’s freshly-formed fucktool. She moans with delight and sprouts two excited antennae from her forehead. You can’t be certain with her simplified features, but it seems she is watching your hand as you tug at her malleable manhood. Her spongy flesh grows warmer in your hands and you kiss her again, pushing your tongue into her mouth and pressing your naked body against hers.

  Her cock fits between your shapely thighs and your slick cunt grazes across the top. You work your hips slowly, never breaking the seal of your lips against hers, but moaning into the sweetness of her mouth. Your juices spill onto the protean’s massive member, glazing her with your slick juices and allowing you to rub faster and faster. Each stroke of your hips catches the throbbing bud of your clit against the ridge of her glans and sends a hot pulse of pleasure through your body.

  You briefly forget all about pleasuring the protean and you slide your pussy against her glorious cock. You arch your body against her, finally breaking the kiss to cry out with ecstasy, “Yesssss!” She holds your hips with her soft hands and leans her face down to kiss and lick your plump breasts, slimy tongue rolling over and around your nipple as you cum hard against the bumpy ridge of her cock.

  “Oh, gods, that was… different.”

  She lifts her face from your breasts and kisses you softly, her tongue teasing just past your lips. You do not allow her kiss to linger. You have not forgotten your original intention. You step out of her embrace, her cum-slicked cock bouncing free from between your thighs. The protean gives you a curious look as you drop to a crouch before her and take her slick member in your hands.

  You look up at her, at the jade likeness of your voluptuous mother, breasts heaving and blasphemous cock twitching in your grasp. You run your tongue slowly around and over the bulging tip of her phallus. She squeals with pleasure and rises on her tiptoes, her breasts jiggling with the movement. You wantonly slurp her fat cock into your mouth.

  Your lust is fueled by the taste of her sweet cock, the taboo thrill of her resemblance to your mother, and the insane urge to pleasure a monster. You bob your lips on her cock, drool spilling down her immense shaft and dripping from your stroking fingers. You moan around her, your lust vibrating through her cock.

  “Yes, little one,” she cries. “You want my seed, don’t you?”

  “Mmmmmhmmmm!” You cry around her cock, gulping at her drooling tip. The warmth of her venom is spreading quickly down your throat and you begin to take her deeper. Her cock stretches your throat and slides deep.

  “Oh, yes,” she moans, holding your head with her soft hands. “I will fill your belly with my seed.”

  She holds your head still and begins to move her ample hips. Her huge cock begins to fuck in and out of your throat, filling you with each stroke as she slaps her soft flesh against your face. You gurgle softly around her. You want it inside you so badly, your tongue curling beneath her thrusting shaft as you reach down with both hands to fuck yourself with your fingers. Your pussy is steamy and slick and you are near cumming from the first touch.

  The cock pumping in and out of your mouth and throat begins to swell. The protean’s grip on your head tightens. You feel used and it only turns you on more.

  “Yes!” She cries. “It’s so warm inside you!”

  You feel her cock twitching in your throat and suddenly your belly is filling up with her cum. It pours into you in hot pulses and begins to distend your stomach. Your abdomen bulges painfully and you can barely hold all of her cum down. You can taste the warm sweetness of it rising in your throat as she pulls out her cock. You gasp for breath and fall back onto the floor.

  You frig yourself wildly, lost in a frenzy of lust from swallowing so much of her venom-tinged seed. The protean’s cock retreats into her body as she watches you pleasuring yourself. You arch and buck against your fingers and cum with toe-curling force. Liquid sprays from her pussy in an unexpected shower. You have never experienced such an eruption during an orgasm. The protean coos with surprises and get down on her knees to lick your thighs clean.

  Her warm, teasing tongue lingers on your pussy, lapping gently at your delicate folds. You pull her atop you, wrapping your legs around her shapely hips and kissing her on her familiar lips. She shares your taste on her tongue. She caresses your sweat damp hair.

  “Thank you, huntress,” she burbles. “Perhaps the next lovely little one I catch will get a chance to volunteer such pleasures to me. You humans are so much more fun when you are cooperating.”

  She lets you up from the floor and lounges on cushions of her own slimy body while you dress and gather your things.

  “Stay a bit longer?” She asks hopefully, teasing her fingers over her plump breasts and erect nipples.

  You cannot remain. You have lingered here long enough and you must reach your family.

  CONTINUE >

  Mother of ogres ending

  You stretch out on your side on the straw mattress and rest a hand on your stretch-marked belly. It feels so soft now after the long months of painful hardness as your second-born grew to term. Glermbeg is your first daughter, named after Premble’s mother who Premble assures you was, “The best mother an ogre could have.”

  Your breasts are hugely swollen with milk, your nipples fat and red from nursing, but Glermbeg is asleep and your firstborn, Nurmble, is playing out in the woods at the tender age of two. Ogres reach adulthood by three, so Nurmble is well on his way and stands as tall as your shoulder. You hear the shuffling footsteps of Premble approaching the bedroom within the cave. His torchlit shadow appears first at the doorway and then he shuffles inside, seeming to fill the room with his bulk.

  “Sweet, pretty Penny,” he says, slowly kneeling beside the bed. He rests a huge hand on your hip, though you can tell his black eyes are gazing at your engorged breasts and red nipples with milk beading at the tips. “You feel okay? I bring you more fish stew you want. Rub feet.”

  “Maybe later, my love,” you purr, reaching out lazily and stroking his arm. You gaze up into his eyes as you let your fingers wander to the bulge in his trousers. “Nurmble is out. Glermbeg is sleeping.”

  His heavy brow lifts hopefully. “We have good time?”

  “Mmmmmm, yes, good time,” you say, taking his big hand from your hip and guiding it to your breasts. “I’ve been missing you.”

  You kiss your monstrous lover, your tongue small compared to his thick, roaming muscle. It presses into your mouth and fills you with the sour taste of the ale he has been swilling. You
rub his portly belly and press your milky tits against him. Your nipples bend beneath the pressure and warm drizzles of your mother's milk spray your body and his.

  "Oh, Penny," he groans, lifting you up in his big arms and smothering his face in your tits. He licks at your milky udders and sucks at each in turn, having his fill of warm gushes of your sweet cream. You cling to his head, moaning with pleasure each time he sucks out another ogre-sized mouthful from one of your swollen breasts. The attention he pays you has your pussy throbbing and hot, but you're still a bit too tender for sex after the birth of your daughter.

  You wriggle out of Premble's tattooed arms and kiss your way down his shuddering belly. His cock is stiff and leaking with his manly nectar. You taste him with your tongue before opening wide to suckle at the lumpy bulge of his cockhead. The more you suck, the more eagerly his salty-sweet oil pours into your mouth and across your tongue. You caress his slit with the tip of your tongue and work both hands on his shaft.

  "So good, Penny," moans Premble, stroking your shoulders. "Mouth so warm and nice. But I want fuck. We make new baby. Please?"

  Aw, you have the sweetest husband. He doesn't just throw you down and take you like most monsters, he asks nicely. Then he throws you down and takes you. But today, you're still not quite ready.

  "I'm a little sore," you say, rubbing your cunt with your fingers. "But I have something else for you, dear. A cream I cooked up from my family's book of spells."

  "Cream?" He looks at you without comprehension.

  "That's right," you say, rising high on your knees and caressing his chest. "Fetch it out of the cabinet in the kitchen, my love. I'll show you how to use it."