Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  "Of course, Penelope," says Alyssa and your name on her lips sends a shiver through your body. She approaches you like a cat circling a wounded bird. You are at her mercy and you both know it.

  Alyssa brings her lips very close to yours and grasps the straps of your backpack. She slides them from your shoulder and the pack thumps at your feet, followed shortly by the jacket. She whispers, her words hot against your lips, "Have you ever been with a succubus before?"

  "I've never... never had the opportunity." You look into her violet eyes. They pulse with her demonic power and draw you deeper. Your lips are parted and begging for her kiss. Her smile sends a tremor up your thigh.

  "Mmmmm, everything feels better with a succubus," she says, plucking at the laces of your blouse. "Our very touch heightens the, mmm, experience."

  She leans her lips to your neck, kissing you softly. Your flesh buzzes with pleasure where her lips make contact. You cannot suppress the moan that drift from your parted lips. She unlaces your blouse and strips it from your shoulders. Her kiss moves to your lips, soft, teasing, but not withholding.

  The hot brush of her mouth against yours opens into a steamy kiss. Her tongue slithers into your mouth, sweet and steamy and impossibly wonderful. You quake with pleasure. She unbuckles your bra and frees your breasts. Her soft, warm mounds press against yours. Her nipples rub lightly back and forth against your straining buds, eliciting another moan of pleasure that she smothers in her ravenous mouth.

  Alyssa's hands slip from your breasts down to your hips. Your skirt falls easily away and she threads your panties between your plump cheeks. Another gasp and she flicks her tongue into your mouth as if she is sipping the nectar of your lust. She peels your underwear from your crack and slides it down your quivering thighs.

  "You're trembling," she says softly, pressing one silky leg between yours. Your thigh touches the steamy heat of her pussy and you buck your hips and press your cunt against her leg. She laughs, "Oh, and very eager! Well, relax, sweet Penelope. Allow me to demonstrate the pleasures of a succubus."

  She eases you onto the bed with surprising strength. You pull your knees up, she spreads them and crawls between your legs, staring into your eyes as she climbs atop you. The warm weight of her breasts drag over your body, exciting you wherever they touch. She caresses you and kisses you and moves every part of her body, from her kneading fingertips, to her flicking tongue, to her flexing thigh, with perfect confidence and coordination.

  You drop your head back onto the numerous cushions as her kiss moves from your lips to the soft mounds of your breasts. She does not linger long in any one spot, but moves her exquisite mouth from one breast to the other, her tongue flicking and swirling at your nipples as her hands explore lower. Her kiss travels every downward, teasing your navel and kissing towards the tiny tuft of your remaining pubic hair. She plants a kiss directly on the glowing mark of the Great One and it flares with magic, like electric current leaping from one conductor to another.

  "Oh, Alyssa," you cry, twisting with pleasure. She parts your thighs wide and kisses around your throbbing cunt. Her tongue flicks at your delicate folds, teases against your clit, and drives you over the edge. You cum with sudden force, arching on the bed and grabbing Alyssa's silky mane of hair and her curving horns. You buck against her tongue and she giggles as you ride your quim against your face.

  "Oh... oh my... Alyssa," you pant, a stupid grin on your face.

  "That was only teasing," she says and assails your quim with two fingers and the full force of her nimble tongue. Your over stimulated channel flutters around her thrusting, curling fingers. Your clit pulses with each lash of her tongue. She reaches up with her free hand and plays with your tender nipples. She pinches and plucks your nipple as her fingers pump in and out of your clutching cunt and her tongue assaults your clit. Alyssa soon has you on the brink of another climax.

  "YESSSS!" You cry and the slave playing the harp strums loudly to echo your pleasure. The orgasm spasms ripple through your body, causing you to tense and release several times before you finally slump back onto the bed.

  Alyssa climbs beside you, her leg over yours, her hot cunt against your hip, and her breasts squeezing against your own mounds. You wrap her in an arm and pull her tightly into a kiss, eager to taste yourself on her sweet lips. All inhibitions are gone. You relish the embrace and bask in the steamy afterglow.

  "I must return the favor," you say.

  "Oh, Penelope," she giggles softly. "That is not necessary. I am here to serve you."

  "Serve me?" You push her away. "Serve me by lying on your back, you horned harlot! I'm not some helpless maiden or some fat old wizard. Have you ever been with a huntress?"

  "Ooh! No, what is that?"

  "Me," you say, pouncing upon her and straddling her.

  Your kiss dominates hers and your hands and lips explore her sweet-scented body. There is no pretending that you are an expert lover like Alyssa, but she reacts with such enthusiastic moans and believable shudders that you feel like a master. You suck at her pale nipples, playing with them between your fingers as you move lower. She twists her hips and you kiss her outer thigh and caress her firm, round bottom with your hand as you push her legs apart.

  Her cunt is as sweet as honey as your tongue explores her slick folds. She gasps and caresses your head, bucking gently and smearing her juices over your lips. Your tongue delves deeper and you feel her pussy clutching at your tongue. She is that tight and has that much control. Her tail wraps around your head and pulls you to her ass. You do not resist, licking at her hot clench and using your thumb to caress her clit.

  "Ohhhhh, so a huntress has no fear," she moans, lifting her ass higher and turning onto her hands and knees. "Your tongue is so wonderful!"

  You fuck your tongue into her tight hole and plunge three fingers into her incredibly tight cunt. She arches and thrusts back against you, tremors of pleasure rippling through her body and squeezing against your fingers and tongue. Her tail holds you tight against her ass until she has seemingly spent her pleasure against you.

  "Oh, the Great One chooses wisely," she laughs, pulling you into an embrace that nestles your face against her large breasts. "At least with you. Where are you going?"

  "What?" You ask, lifting your head from the pillows of her breasts.

  "After here. Are you going to the Dead City?" You nod in reply. "That sounds rather boring. You should stay here. Stay with me."

  "My mother and the Great One are there. I must join them."

  "Well," she says, rolling onto her side. "Since you are so very important and you must join them, I suppose I can come with you."

  "Come with me?" You push yourself up on your elbows, your breasts dangling against Alyssa's tummy. "I wasn't asking you to join me."

  "Oh, but you'll be so lonely without me," she says, thrusting her hips and pulling you atop her. He hands caress your arms and wander down to your bottom. She squeezes your ass with both hands. "Besides, if things get boring, we can have fun. Like now." She kisses you softly on the lips. "Let's have some more fun. I'll show you a little trick."

  She wriggles out from under you, cups her groin with both hands, and when she pulls your hand away she has a partially flaccid penis. It's large and yet strangely delicate, even feminine, in its appearance. Smooth and pale, with just a hint of lavender color as the tip peeks out from her foreskin.

  "Do you like it?"

  "I knew you could change your shape," you say. "But I suppose I had never considered that a succubus might grow a cock."

  "Would you like to--"

  You interrupt her question by wrapping your hand around her cock and taking it into your mouth. Before you were marked by the Great One you might have hesitated at every turn, but now you see that desire is only a precursor to action. When you want something, like a beautiful succubus's cock in your mouth, you simply make it happen.

  "Ohhhhhh, Penelope," she moans. "You are quite good at that."

  You murm
ur around her cock, looking up into her violet eyes as you suck her to full hardness. She pushes your head away, rolling you onto your back and climbing at you. Alyssa cries out with pleasure as she sheaths her swollen cock in the tight channel of your cunt. She takes you with force, but without violence. Your tits bounce with each thrust and her cock seems to swell with each stroke.

  "Fuck meeee," you whine with ecstasy. Her cock, just like the rest of her, drives you wild with pleasure. She plays with your nipples, thrusting harder and faster into your slick cunt until you explode with pleasure. "AAaaahhhAAAhhh!" You wail beneath her, thrusting to meet each of her strokes as your pussy clenches with orgasm around her.

  "Shall I pull out?" She asks, slamming her cock deep.

  "No," you cry. "Cum inside me. I am blessed with, ohhh, the power to control... to controlllll OHH!"

  Another orgasm wracks your body. Alyssa slams deep into your shuddering quim and her cock explodes. Your womb is sealed from her fertile, demonic seed, but the flow of her hot cum deep into your cunt is enough to trigger another orgasmic eruption.

  "Yes!" You cry, bucking beneath her. "Oh, yes! Alyssssssa!"

  You and the succubus bask in the aftermath of your union. You stroke her hip and she braids the white lock of your hair.

  "We had better continue," you say, looking up at her and feeling the sudden urge to stay here in her strange palace.

  "If we must," she says, finishing the braid. "Let us at least have some refreshments first."

  She claps her hands and bird-headed men and lingerie-clad women parade into the bedroom with silver trays piled high with fruit, roasted meat, pickles, cheeses, fresh bread, tureens of savory sauces, pastries, sausages, cups of cream, and several selections of chilled wine.

  You eat lightly, but hungrily, and drink enough wine that your face flushes a deeper shade of red. Once you have filled your belly, you dress in your traveling garb. Alyssa has left you, only to reappear in the parlor clad in red leather trousers, a fur-lined leather vest that barely covers her ample breasts, and crimson cloak that drapes her shoulders.

  "Are you ready to continue, my dear?" She asks, offering you her arm.

  "Yes," you say. "Remember, Alyssa, I am in charge of this journey."

  "Of course," she says, pulling back the curtain and opening the door into the gloomy forest. "Lead the way."

  You set off along the path once more, the beautiful succubus following a pace behind.

  CONTINUE >

  A nightmare of flesh

  You awaken from a dream of soft, silky sheets and cooing handmaidens. You blink away the sleep from your eyes and weakly lift your head. You cannot move your arms or legs and yet you are seemingly hanging upright. The chamber around you is hot and fetid. You glimpse gangrenous green, scarlet, red, and so much pale human flesh. It seems to tangle in the walls around you. Idiot voices babble and moan. Grotesque female bodies, distorted by pregnancy, half seen in the unearthly gloom of the chamber, writhe but cannot escape the living tissue of the walls.

  “No,” you gasp as you realize that bed was long ago. You have been here, in the breeding pit, for weeks. Months maybe. Something moves inside your belly and you look down at your immense breasts, suckled by two glistening mouths attached to fleshy pipes, and your hugely gravid belly beneath these milky mounds.

  You are pregnant, as you have been many times before during your time here. Your legs are fused into the tangled flesh of the wall and your hips, aligned impossibly with your back, jut forward to present your slime-dripping cunt to any creature that would have its turn. You wail in despair as memories of being used by various monsters surges into your mind. The thing inside you stirs once more, stretching at the taut skin of your belly.

  Something moves in the rooms green miasma. Is it another creature to shove its cock into your drooling cunt? To fuck you full of monstrous seed?

  Your mother steps forth from the steam. She has grown even larger, but the chamber has been built to accommodate even massive monsters. She is naked and pregnant, but for a cloak of gold that hangs over her broad shoulders. Her breasts are fat and heavy with milk. A golden crown adorns her silky white hair that flows down over her breasts.

  “Mmmmmmmmmoooo…” You cannot quite form the word as you look up at her, drool spilling from your chin.

  “Shhhhhh,” she says, smiling sadly and reaching out to cradle your face. The wet mouths on your breasts slurp more loudly, as if excited by your mother’s presence, and you moan as your milk goes gurgling down their hose-like gullets.

  “P-p-p… ppppppp… please,” you say, nodding your head.

  “Please?” Your mother wipes a lock of slime-covered hair from your face. “It pleases the Great One for you to remain here for all of eternity. Your mind is nearly gone, my sweet daughter. I wanted to say my farewell. I will not be visiting you again.”

  “Mmmmo mmoooo,” tears stream from your eyes and the thing inside you shoves against your cervix. You cry out and your body spasms as it presses from within. Slime gushes out of your distended cunt and your mother steps back lest the filth touch the hem of her cloak.

  “I had to tell you,” says your mother, “how an entire cadre of war wugs now marches under my banner because you deposited their clutch from your womb. How several orcs in my bodyguard have flecks of gold in their eyes because of you. And how the great worm Yedrath only crushes the enemy on the battlefield because of the birth pangs you suffered for weeks.”

  “H-how lll-l-long?” You manage.

  “Two years,” she says. “Your pregnancies accelerated by the magic of the Great One. You provide so much life for this world and so much pleasure for the warriors. Your nourish our legions with your milk. You serve so nobly, my daughter.”

  “Oh,” is all you can say. You try to remember another word to speak, but the spasms begin once more. You writhe in the wall and cry out through clenched teeth. The pressure from within opens your cervix and more slime pours out of your cunt. Insect like legs begin to emerge from your birth canal. You push again and again as one of several juvenile Scourge Beetles wriggle from your cunt. Their carapaces are still soft and pale pink; they will harden and turn red in the coming hours.

  Your mother picks one up as its limbs flick and its mandibles open and close.

  “I will take this one as my personal guard beast,” says your mother. “And I will think of you every time it tears the head from one of my enemies.”

  “M-m-m-mo-“ You torture the word, trying to make it form on your lips as the Scourge Beetles continue to plop from your stretched cuntlips. Finally, you manage to say, “Mother!”

  But Hilda Helsdottir, Queen of Ctharne, Bride of Zhibbareth, is already gone, disappearing into the miasma and leaving you to the birthing of your latest brood of monsters.

  You will never see the light of day again. You will never know of the victory you helped create. You will birth thousands upon thousands of monsters and your mind will disappear into madness. You will live forever, but your adventure is at an end.

  BAD END

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  Surrender

  Confronted with the sight of four armed and angry gertlings is enough to destroy your confidence in your abilities. This expedition was folly! You’re no match even for these weak monsters.

  You hold your hands up with your palms facing the gertling. Your fear becomes elation as you realize that there is nothing more you can do. Victory was never possible.

  “I yield,” you shout to the gertlings. “I give up.”

  A smile spreads across the leader’s wide mouth. He snarls something at the brutish one and the largest gertling lowers his club and approaches you. When he sees you are offering no resistance, he lunges his claws in and grabs your pistols and sword. Realizing you have allowed yourself to be disarmed, all four gertlings close in around you, prodding you and gibbering taunts at you.

  The big one decides your sword is better than his cudgel. You watch him draw
the silver blade and admire it. The runts discard their bows in favor of your pistols – one each with the supplies divvied between them – while the leader searches through your backpack. He tosses your family’s precious codex aside, takes your alchemy kit, and stuffs a few scraps of food into a pouch on his hip.

  “W-what are you going to do with me?” You ask, surprised that none of them has made any effort to restrain you.

  “You take off clothes,” says the leader. “Then we fuck you. Give you pups. Then you come back to village with us to be slave.”

  Tears spill from your eyes. It’s too late to try to stop this, you know in your heart, but the idea of becoming a slave and being made to breed with these ugly creatures fills you with despair. But then there is no more time to worry about this fate as the little beasties surround you once again and begin clawing and tearing at your clothing. You cry out, bouncing on your feet among them, pushed this way and that as they tears strips from your skirt, rip open your blouse, and yank off your underclothes unceremoniously.

  Your ample breasts heave free and the gertlings yip with delight as your creamy mounds jiggle with each step you take. Your bare thighs are already marked with scratches, particularly from the runts who practically cling to your naked legs. Hands grab your breasts, your ass, press between your legs. Hot, black tongue slip out and caress your naked flesh. The leader holds you still for a few moments, sucking at your nipple, before you are twisted out of his grasp by the brute.

  They pass you back and forth, fingers rubbing your pussy, pinching your nipples, pushing into your hot channel, and rubbing down the crack of your ass. You gasp with shock at each new humiliation until their touch and rough handling drives you down to your knees. They continue to group you, but now they present their cocks, and you are resigned to what you must do.

  Their tiny pricks range in size from as wide and long as your thumb to as tiny as your pinkie finger. The gertling cocks are pale blue, turning to pink at the tip and marked with numerous red capillaries so that they remind you of the penises of hounds. It does not make what you must do any more pleasant. You begin to stroke them with your hands and take them into your mouth. They crowd in front of you so that you can move from one to the next, sucking for a bit, moving to another and sucking it, stroking where your mouth has been, and then repeating the circle.