Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  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.

  The lamia is not immune to your ministrations. She pressed you against her, your soft breasts cushioning your front while her nails dig into your back, clawing thin red streaks in your flesh.

  “Almost,” she gasps, golden bangles jangling. “So close!”

  “Mistress! Please!”

  “Yes! Now! Cum for me! Fill me!”

  You cry out. With a final thrust you bury yourself as deep as you can. You arch as your balls tighten and you explode within her. A pure whiteness fills your head. Everything stops. Only the knowledge of your love. Your mistress remains.

  Only her eyes in your mind, commanding you to love her.

  The world returns slowly. Still buried in the lamia, your breast heaving with the exertion of your lovemaking, you gingerly pull out of her love tunnel. Your seed trickles from her lower lips and an anguish of sadness grips you at the sight.

  Then you feel her long nailed fingers in your hair, and her sonorous voice in your ears.

  “Do not worry, husband,” Seratus murmurs sedately. She lies on her side, propped on one arm and gazing at you with her wondrous eyes. She rubs her stomach with her free hand. “Already I feel your seed taking. Soon I shall bear the young I have so desired.”

  Rising atop her serpentine half, she gives your collar a short tug of command, and you follow her eagerly away from the path, leaving your clothes and equipment behind in the tracks, and vanish into the mists.

  CONTINUE >

  Let her go down on you

  “Gods,” you hiss, pulling your skirt up your thighs. “You are incorrigible.”

  “And you’re not saying ‘no’ to me,” giggles Alyssa, rubbing her fingertips along the hot furrow of your panty-covered pussy.

  You hold your hands against your chest, feeling the shocks of pleasure each time her fingers brush against your clit. You know this is foolish, but you cannot deny the pleasure you crave.

  “Do it,” you hiss. “Quickly though. The drider might return. Or something worse.”

  You think Alyssa replies with a laugh. It’s hard to tell as you find yourself crying out with pleasure in the very next moment as Alyssa pulls the gusset of your panties aside and thrusts her tongue into the hot, tender channel of your cunt.

  “Oohhhhhhhh!” You cry, throwing your head back in the grass, your chestnut hair spilling around your head.

  Alyssa murmurs and laps at your cunt, her hot tongue flicking at your sensitive clit and sending powerful pulses of pleasure through your body. She plunges two fingers into your pussy and beats her tongue relentlessly against your clit. Kneeling over you as she licks, her shapely ass wiggles from side to side like the tail of an excited pet. The pleasure reaches a whole new level as she presses her lips to your clit and sucks hard at your straining bud.

  “I can’t believe you,” hisses your mother’s voice in your head. “Foolish child, squirming on the ground with two fingers up your cunt and a succubus sucking on your clit.

  “It’s so good,” you gasp, spreading your legs wider.

  “Mmmmmmmmm,” murmurs Alyssa, the sound vibrating from her sucking lips deep into your body. Your orgasm is rising with each passing moment, teased by each thrust of Alyssa’s fingers and each suck of her tongue, threatening to burst in an explosion of ecstasy.

  “She’ll suck out your soul,” warns your mother, her mental voice sounding a bit flustered. “It may feel good, but you’re just prey to this little whore. You should… by the Great One… try to… I’m leaving!”

  She retreats suddenly from your mind, leaving you to the exquisite pleasure of being sucked, finger-fucked, and tongue-lashed by Alyssa. Her violet eyes gaze up at you as you feel yourself being drawn to the peak of your pleasure.

  “Don’t stop,” you gasp, reaching a hand down to the back of her head and combing your fingers into her silky, lavender-tinted hair. “Ohhhhhh… ohhhh YES! I’m cumming!”

  You buck against her mouth and thrusting fingers, her lips sucking at your clit and the tip of her tongue somehow feverishly flicking your throbbing bud. You ascend to that peak of your pleasure and you feel the intense ecstasy of Alyssa draining a small measure of your essence. It isn’t much, not often to weaken you, but it seasons the powerful contractions of your orgasm with the intense release of knowing some of your very being is being devoured by your lover.

  “Ohhhhh fuck,” you cry, muscles tensing and releasing with the final, powerful shock of your orgasm. You slump back in the grass, panting, feeling almost dizzy in the afterglow of your orgasm. Alyssa slips her fingers from your fluttering cunt and presses a final kiss to your clit. She climbs over you, dragging her breasts up your body and smiling mischievously as she looks down into your eyes.

  “Thank you for saving me, Penelope,” she says and gives you a soft, teasing kissing that tastes of your nectar.

  “I could not leave you to be sucked dry by that awful—“

  A shadow falls across you both. You look up, squinting at the sunlight that silhouettes the huge, horned figure standing above you. The White Hard of the Woods has returned! It lowers its snout to you both and snorts angrily. There is no mistaking its anger. You called upon it for aid and now here you are consorting with a demon in its holy wood.

  “S-sorry,” you say, crawling out from under Alyssa. “We’re sorry. We meant no offense! We just got a little carried away.”

  Alyssa summons her travel clothing from wisps of smoke. You pull your panties back into place and scramble to your feet. The White Hart steps towards you and stomps its front hooves. It lowers its antlers threateningly and you see fresh blood glistening upon them.

  “We’re... we’re leaving!” You say, backing towards the path. “Come on, Alyssa, let’s go!”

  Together, you and the succubus practically run back to the path. The White Hart follows you to the edge of the road and glowers at you from the trees. Its golden eyes flash and it slowly fades into the mists that creep out of the forest.

  “What a prude,” says Alyssa. “A little bit of fucking is good for the forest.”

  “You’re the worst,” you laugh and give her smack on her shapely bottom.

  You resume your journey arm-in-arm, laughing with the succubus and occasionally exchanging knowing glances with her over the pleasures you have already shared and those pleasure still awaiting you.

  “You think it might be love,” your mother’s voice intrudes into your thoughts. “But that is just her power over you, growing by the moment, until you are on your knees offering your soul up to her, whether it’s a piece at a time or in one big gulp.”

  Your smile fades as you hear your mother’s dark predictions. Alyssa leans against you, even taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. Her scent is intoxicating. Can you really trust her?

  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 >

  Accept the mantle of goddess

  As you look out upon the monsters arrayed before the altar of Zhibbareth to witness his rebirth, you realize how much the world has changed. The actions upon this island will persist. Do they not have a right of existence? Do they not deserve a right to live? With horror you now see the crimes of your family. Slaughtering such creatures simply because of their nature. What right had you to decide their nature deserved slau
ghter?

  You feel again the might of a god within you, and realize now you do have that right. That it is now on you to decide their future.

  And a future they will have. Humans have had this world long enough. It is time for a change.

  You look to your mother and stretch out your hand. Power writhes into her, imparting her former self to her. You will have need of her yet. As your power fills her, your mother gasps like a choking hand was removed. She unbends, growing again to her former stature, and it is the giantess, with her leaking breasts and brood motherly curves who stands. She looks at you in wonder.

  “Penelope…I don’t understand.”

  “Zhibbareth is dead mother,” you say, your voice echoing with power. You clench your hand into a mighty fist. “All he was I am now. He was a cruel and evil thing. But I bring a true age of glory to these creatures others would call monsters. And I will need you.” You extend your hand to her. “Mother. Will you join me?”

  Your mother looks to your hand, rolling in shadow like something reaching from some dark void. You feel her hesitation, but she takes your hand after a moment and looks into your gleaming eye. “Yes, Penelope. I will.”

  You nod, then turn to the awestruck orcs and handmaidens. You raise your hand, and the darkness which rolls from your body writhes like a hundred limbs. “Hear me! You have come here not to witness the rebirth of a god, but the birth of a goddess! Zhibbareth is dead. But I walk among you with all his might. Show me your fealty, or I will show you the wrath of the divine!”

  There is a moment's hesitation. Then, the handmaidens fall, prostrating themselves before you. Like a wave the rest follow suit. Soon the whole room is bent on hands and knees before your glory.

  “All hail Penelope!” your mother cries. “Hail the Goddess of Monsters!”

  The cry is taken up. The orcs rise, their bellowing cries and banging armor the cacophony of the conquering horde. The handmaidens raise their voices, a wail of ecstatic worship.

  “Daughter,” your mother says, staring up at you adoringly. “We shall follow you. Command your children, and they shall obey.”

  You look across them. Your children, and a smile alights your face. You shall guide their fates. A goddess walks the world now. The only question remaining, what kind?

  What sort of goddess are you?

  A goddess of fertility

  A goddess of conquest

  Trick the being

  Though the being speaks the truth of why you came here at first, things have changed. Your memories of your trysts with Alyssa and the denizens of the isle entice rather than repel. Your cunt throbs for the monsters you have seen and whose touch you have enjoyed. And your mother’s promise. To be the one who brings a being such as the Great One makes your heart beat with rapturous joy.

  But something tells you that informing Gallatha of this would not end well. Beings of law and light are not exactly known to be sympathetic to one’s desire to lay with abominations. But likewise, you know for a fact you can’t take the radiant figure in a fair fight. Your eyes flick to Alyssa, who continues to struggle in her bindings. No. But you have other weapons now. And by the Great One you know how to use them.

  You hang your head, brown hair with its one white stripe falling before your face. “I understand. Please. Do what you must.”

  Gallatha nods. “So it shall be.”

  “But,” you say, giving the angelic figure a look of fear that is not completely feigned. “How will you do it? I….I’m scared.”

  Gallatha smiles soothingly. Its hand falls gently on your shoulder. “It will be a simple matter, child. My lips upon your brow shall banish the burn of sin from your thoughts. And again upon the brand of the Enemy shall break its hold upon you.”

  A trill shoots up you at that. You quickly duck your head again lest it see your exultation. You wring your hands and twist nervously where you stand. “If that is the way you will do it, then please. Remove the mark first. The thought of it on me. I don’t…” You shudder and shake your head. Through your hair you see that Alyssa has stopped twisting in her chains. The succubus watches you intently with her burning eyes, and you flush visibly.

  There is a tense moment where you dare not look at Gallatha’s breathtaking face for fear of what you might see.

  “Of course Penelope Helsdottir. I will ease this burden from you first.”

  You release a breath of relief at its compassionate words. Without hesitation you grab your belt and undo it, shucking off your skirt and underwear before the figure can protest. Gallatha pauses in some surprise. It stares with glowing eyes at your well fucked quim, the thatch of hair and the brand upon your mons.

  “So there will be nothing to hamper you,” you say quickly.

  “An unnecessary measure,” the being says. It steps forward, merely the tips of its toes brushing the earth. The strip of cloth fans out behind it like a silken banner, as ever just covering its groin and chest. You hold your breath, tensing as the being kneels before you and moves its lips towards your brand.

  Now! Without a moment’s hesitation, you grab Gallatha’s head by its silver hair. Before it can move, you ram its face into your cunt. You throw your weight forward, forcing the surprised being onto its back on the hard ground. You crush its face beneath your body.

  “Ooooh!” you moan as you feel its lips against your cunt, muffled by your skin. You put more weight on it, grinding its nose against your clit to keep it from speaking. Your bite your lower lip, feeling the heavenly creature struggle beneath you, its breath scorching your cunt and sending tingling pleasure pulsing up your spine.

  But its magic is in its voice, and its mouth is now decidedly busy. Its lips move against your moistened folds as it tries to speak, but only inhales the thick scent of your sex. You giggle, pushing your weight harder against it. “Now play nice and maybe I'll let you up,” you say.

  Gallatha tries to throw you off but you catch its arms. Evidently the goddess had not thought to bless its messengers with strength, and you easily overpower it.

  There is a sharp ringing sound. You look up to see the chains about Alyssa dissolve into nothing. The succubus drops to the ground, a delighted grin upon her face. “Oh Penny, I never should have doubted you.”

  You laugh breathlessly with a shake of your head. “No. Never.”

  The succubus stalks up to you, looking down at the golden skinned creature crushed beneath you. You shudder, lashes fluttering at the scent of lust rolling off the succubus in waves. Her tail lashes with delight with a sound like a whip.

  “What should we do with it?” you ask.

  Alyssa grins. “I have an idea.”

  You watch with curiosity as the succubus moves about to Gallatha’s thrashing legs. She grabs them and pushes them apart, her demonic eyes ablaze. You shudder at the light of cruelty in her face. Demonic in truth, with all her terrible beauty behind it. You pull Gallatha’s face deeper into your cunt, riding out the new wave of lust by grinding against the holy being’s face.

  “Silly little things,” Alyssa purrs as she moves aside the strip of cloth which had so recently chastely covered the being’s golden skin. “Their goddess tries to make sure they’re never tempted by flesh, but that means they’re so innocent.” Her forked tongue slides over the smooth flesh of Gallatha’s groin. You feel the being beneath you stiffen in shock.

  “Oooh,” you moan as Gallatha tries to speak again beneath you. You wriggle, grinding his nose against your folds. “What are you going to do?”

  Alyssa giggles and puts the tip of her finger on Gallatha’s groin. There comes a faint sizzle, and as her finger moves, it leaves behind a dark smudge on the flawless golden skin. “I’m going to give it a gift so it can know what it’s missing. Penelope? Since you’ve been so kind as to catch our new friend, tell me. What would you like?” She puts the finishing touch on a blistering rune along the edge. “A boy?” Her thumb traces another. “Or a girl?”

  You find yourself breathing hard at t
he idea. You stare in wonder at the runed designs the succubus has painted upon the holy being’s flesh. Such flawless skin. You recognize some, and read her intent immediately. The sheer sinfulness of it makes your heart pound and blood race. You lick your lips. “You can do that?”

  Alyssa grins toothily, like a cat seeing a bird with a broken wing. “Oh Penny. I am the Mistress of the finest brothel in all the hells. This is my bread and butter.” She nuzzles Gallatha’s thigh, never breaking eye contact with you as the golden flesh twitches with the angelic being’s desperate efforts to free itself. But Alyssa’s grip is like iron, and she never relents. “I’ve never tried with one of the goddess’s little strumpets, but it made a very grave mistake coming down here. This place is ripe with corruption. We can do anything we want to it. But I’ll need your help.”

  “What do I have to do?”

  “Channel it. I have the rune all set up. Give it a kiss with your pretty little lips Penelope, and let’s have some proper fun.”

  What do you desire?

  Take the Man

  Take the Girl

  Let Velora fuck you with her toy

  “I will try it,” you say, your pulse racing as soon as the words pass your lips.

  “Good choice, love,” says Velora. You watch her as she straps the cock over her hairless quim. She fusses with the straps a bit, turning around and showing you how the wrap her thighs beneath her plump buttocks and thong the cleft between them. You giggle as she turns back around, the cock jutting proudly from her groin in stark contrast to her voluptuous figure and soft, creamy breasts. She swings and thrusts her hips teasingly, like a harem dancer, as she approaches you on the bed. “Do you like it? Isn’t it lovely?”

  “It does look rather handsome,” you confess, touching the hardness and lacquered ridges with your fingers. “Although I think it is a bit odd sticking out from such a beautiful woman.”