Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  Their unwashed musk fills your nostrils. Their putrid taste nearly makes you gag. You drool onto their cocks and try to bathe them with your saliva. You massage the fat acorns of their bollocks and moan with your mouth full of cock. They chatter back and forth excitedly, clearly enjoying their new, obedient fuckslave. One of the runts squeals with pleasure as you bob your lips on his cock and your mouth is suddenly flooded with hot salty liquid. You gulp instinctively, feeling the gertling’s thick seed in your throat as more flows across your tongue and spills from your lips. The other runt, grasped in your hand, seems triggered by the sight of his comrade’s pleasure and erupts all over your arm, shoulder, and jiggling breasts.

  But it is the lean gertling you think of as the leader who takes the honor of claiming your quim. He pushes you back into the dirt and climbs between your shapely thighs. You cry out, but offer no other resistance as he thrusts his hard little cock into your steamy cunt. His long, black tongue swipes your shuddering tits as he pounds his cock in and out of your pussy. As he is having his fun with your cunt, his brutish companion kneels beside your head, turning your face to his cock and pushing it into your mouth. You moan around it, suckling submissively as your pussy is fucked by the first monster you have ever truly faced.

  “Give you seed!” The leader cries, humping frantically at your sex. “Fill you with pups!”

  “Mmmmmmm!” You whine around the cock in your mouth. The sudden spasm of pleasure that shoots through your body is accompanied by a twitch from the gertling cock buried in your fluttering channel. Hot spurts of cum flood your depths. The moment they wash against the threshold of your womb a rapturous pleasure engulfs you.

  “Yesss mmmmmm!” You cry around the cock in your mouth. “Yes, more. Give... mmmmmm…”

  The leader rises from between your thighs with a crooked smile on his hideously handsome face. The grotesquely fetching brute does not hesitate to take the leader’s place and thrust his cock straight away into your creamy pussy. You could not be happier. The curse of fertility has ensured your insemination will bear mewling fruit and a new happiness and sense of purpose fills your soul.

  You will remain with the gertlings for as long as they will have you.

  CONTINUE >

  Paying Alyssa

  The gorgeous succubus slowly crawls over top of you, her luscious curves brushing against you as you continue to tremble with the pleasure she has already given you. Alyssa brings her lips very close to yours. Her hot, sweet breath teases against your mouth. Her violet eyes glow faintly in the intimate darkness of the four poster bed. Her dangling breasts brush against yours, her plump, stiff nipples creating tingles of pleasure wherever they rub gently against your own tender buds.

  “Are you ready to offer yourself to me?” Alyssa whispers, her voice seeming to rise and fall on a sensual current. “Just a little morsel of your essence.”

  “Yesss,” you hiss, craving the sensation.

  “Just a kiss,” she purrs, her voice barely audible, but her lips brushing against yours.

  Her mouth opens as she presses her soft lips to yours. Her tongue slips into your mouth and the hot, sweet taste of her floods in with it. As she kisses you, you feel something hot and slightly damp press against your aching pussy. Your eyes go wide and you see that her tail, now tipped with a flesh nozzle of sorts, has affixed itself to your quim and completely covered it.

  “Mmmmm!” You cry in surprise, a pang of fear escaping your lips and into Alyssa’s mouth.

  “MMmmmhmmm,” she replies, her voice vibrating into the kiss.

  The suction begins, not from her mouth, but from the opening at the tip of her tail that covers your pussy like some sexual leech. A sensation like an orgasm, but not an orgasm, and strangely more intense than one, grips your body as her tail sucks and she presses her lips tightly to yours.

  You experience a sense of vertigo, like you are falling, or being dragged with shocking speed into a warm, but very dark place. Alyssa’s eyes grow brighter as she feeds on your life force. Her tail is draining your essence with each exquisite suck and it is hard to think of anything other than the pleasure it is causing.

  “Mmmmmm!” Your ecstasy is muffled by her lips and probing tongue, she presses her body more tightly to yours, holding her in her arms and spreading her wings above you. Her beauty brings a tear to your eye. Or, perhaps, that is the pleasure tinged with the realization that she could kill you with what she is doing.

  Alyssa breaks the kiss, but keeps her lips almost touching yours. Her tail stops its sucking, but remains flush against the slick entrance of your cunt. The sucking pleasure has ceased and more than anything you want it back.

  “Ohhhh,” you whimper.

  “Just a taste,” she says, stroking your cheek, “but I could take more. I could take all of you.”

  “Ohhhhh,” you moan, thrusting your hips reflexively.

  “You would be here with me forever, Penelope,” she says. “You could stay as one of my girls. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” you moan.

  “Are you certain? You want me to feast on your life essence and drink every drop of your sweet soul nectar?”

  “Ohhhhh,” you shudder at the way the words form on her lips and seem to caress your own. You jerk your hips again, trying to fuck against her tail and force it to resume its exquisite sucking. The thought of surrendering to this lovely demoness, to the pleasure that would doom you, is almost impossible to resist.

  But some part of you remembers Kara and your quest. Some faint and fading piece of you knows you must not give in.

  “Well, my sweet?” She presses her body against you tightly and her lips to your ear. “What do you say?”

  What do you say?

  "Yes, devour my soul!”

  "No, you've had enough!"

  “We must embrace them as our companions.”

  Kara’s gravid belly bulges beneath her tightly-bound breasts. Her tanned abdomen is bare and marked with a fresh rune of protection taken directly from the family’s book. The rune will safeguard Kara and the litter of orc pups inside her. Despite being five months into her six month pregnancy, Kara clearly has no intention of slowing her pace as a huntress.

  She lets out a war cry as she leaps over the swinging, spiked tail of the Aepotosaur and she slashes at its thick-skinned back with her sword. The attack opens several long wounds along the beast’s back, but fails to sever its spine and mostly seems to enrage the creature. Its long, serpentine neck curls back and its roars with fury, snapping its jaws at your sister. It manages to knock her off balance and she only just rolls out of a strike of its tail that would have impaled her on its bony spikes.

  Several of your orc companions rush forward to protect her. You step past them and flail the Aepotosaur with whips of frost that dance from your fingertips. The beast lets out another furious roar and dives into its lair.

  “Damn!” You snarl with frustration. The Aepotosaur will be twice as difficult to kill in its lair. Not to mention, there have been signs that this one may be guarding a nest full of juveniles. They can be dangerous in their own right. You call out to your favorite orc hunters, “Jemek! Urdon! Tammel! With me. We find and kill!”

  “Find and kill!” They shout, forming up with you as you head into the dark cave. You are a joined a moment later by Kara.

  “Not keeping me away from the fun,” she laughs, sparking a rasp-stone torch and taking the lead into the cave. Her favored orcs, Yandu and Gazul, push past your group and follow behind Kara. Yandu has mossy green hair, unusual for an orc to have much hair at all, and Gazul has a hideous face that looks as if his flesh has been melted off. It’s actually some sort of mutation he acquired while worshipping Zhibbareth.

  “Be my guest,” you say, gesturing to their backs.

  The Aepotosaurs have been menacing the slowly rebuilding human settlements on Ctharne’s southern end. You’ve hunted down those that keep to the coastal caves, but this one is bigger and smarter than thos
e and seems much more dangerous. It has already badly wounded one of Kara’s favored orcs, which might explain her particular determination to kill the creature, except that she is always this determined.

  The cave narrows and the darkness grows deeper. Kara’s torch disappears around a bend in the tunnel ahead and you hear a surprised cry of pain. You are shocked to see Kara, sprawled in a shallow pit, surrounded by enraged juveniles Aepotosaurs. The wounded mother stands in guard of her brood and before you can act she picks up Yandu in her jaws and snaps his leg. He cries out in pain as he is flung against the stone wall and goes limp. The female drops him as the juveniles close in around your sister.

  “Kara!” You cry, but there is no way to help her as she struggles desperately to fend off the snapping jaws of a half-dozen small Aepotosaurs. The large mother blocks your path. You draw your pistol and fire one of your precious bullets, but the huge beast takes the shot as if it were nothing. Jemek, Urdon, and Tammel edge forward, hacking and desperately parrying blows of the Aepotosaur’s spiked tail.

  Gazul roars with fury, propelling himself over the backs of your orcs as they try to battle the cornered giant. He leaps over the swinging tail of the mother Aepotosaur and straight into her nest, swinging his pilfered iron blade and hacking the juveniles in a rage.

  The female is distracted by the sudden threat to her offspring and she tries to turn and attack Gazul in the pit. This opens her flank up to Jemek, Urdon, and Tammel, and they savage her with blows from their spiked clubs. The female snaps her jaws, taking Tammel’s head off in a burst of gore. You scream with fury of your own and unleash a burst of pure magical fire that blazes through the head of the Aepotosaur and leaves a smoking stump.

  The beast thrashes in its death throes as Gazul finishes off her spawn and drags Kara to safety. Your sister has numerous bite marks from the juveniles, but as you embrace her you feel no serious injuries and feel her child kicking in her womb. You look at Gazul’s hideous, skinless face and smile as if confronted with an angel. “You saved her,” you murmur.

  He bares his tusks in a lipless smile. “She is huntress. Is my duty.”

  You return to the camp with trophies and freshly butchered meat, along with the badly injured Yandu and the wrapped corpse of Tammel. That night, your fort is lit by the funeral pyre for Tammel. You eulogize him, declaring Tammel a friend to humans and a courageous warrior. Your sister and Yandu rest in the tent shaman’s dugout where the gertling medicine-man tends to them with poultices and potions.

  Once the fires have died down, you drink a clay jug filled with strong turnip wine and toast to your departed friend. You see Gazul sitting by the embers of the fire, his hideous features deepened by the light from the dying flames.

  You drink a final toast to Tammel and edge around to where Gazul is seated. You stand before him, hips cocked to one side and your finger hooked through the clay handle of the turnip wine jug. You have taken several lovers among the orcs, even two of the gertlings, and months ago you birthed your first pups. They, like all orc children, are cared for communally. You are free to be a huntress, though your breasts still swell with milk.

  “It is my time, Gazul,” you say, taking another swig of the turnip wine. “Three months since my first pups.”

  “Mmm?” He looks up as if returning from deep thought. “Huntress? Why you tell me this?”

  “Because,” you say, straddling his lap and sitting down heavily, “the next cock I take will probably leave me with pups. And right now, I am thinking about your cock.”

  You stroke his face, feeling the bony ridges of his expose features. His cock shifts beneath you in his loincloth, pressing against the mound of your cunt through your panties. He draws back his face back from your touch. His hairless brow furrows.

  “You are drunk,” he growls. “Sister would not bed me. Why you?”

  “Because,” you say, setting aside the jug of wine to cradle his ugly face with both hands. “You are the bravest. The strongest. And because, you saved my sister’s life.”

  Gazul seems on the verge of offering another objection, so you give him a big, wet kiss. It is strange kissing a lipless orc. Not exactly pleasant. But you are so drunk and horny that you don’t even care as you thrust your tongue into his surprised mouth. He stiffens for a moment and then relaxes. His tongue begins to move against yours. His big hands hold your shapely hips. As you kiss him, you grind against his hardness and reach up to unwind the bindings holding your milky breasts barely contained. Your plump tits spring free, your binding soaked with leakage, your fat nipples erect with your arousal.

  “Here?” He glances past you at the fire circle. The other orcs have either gone back to their dugouts or are so drunk they no longer seem to notice you and Gazul.

  “So brave in the face of death, but so timid here,” you say, giggling softly and kissing him again. Your tongue swirls against his in the steamy shared space of your mouth and his. By the third kiss, Gazul seems as aroused as you feel. He grinds his cock against you and pushes you back on his lap so he can press his face to your soft breasts. You moan loudly, clinging to his head as he smothers himself in your mounds. His hot tongue crawls between and over your breasts.

  Gazul licks roughly at one nipple and then the other, his cock twitching against you as he covers one nipple and areola with his mouth and sucks. You feel your mother’s milk gushing against his tongue and you whimper with pleasure. As he sucks one breast, he squeezes the other, and your milk sprays out, decorating his dark flesh.

  You slide off his lap, unable to contain your desire to see and feel his cock. He unties his loincloth and you reach in with both hands to grip the thick trunk of his maleness, stroking the dark shaft up to the fat, pinkish bell of his cockhead. Precum oozes from his slit and down his straining shaft. You lean forward, moaning with lust as you run your tongue over the salty-sweetness of his precum. You inhale his sweaty stink and his male musk. You engulf his cock in your mouth and pleasure him like a cheap whore.

  “Oh, huntress,” he groans, resting a big hand on your head. “Your mouth is very good.”

  You slip your lips off his cock and breathe heavily. His glistening hardness flexes in your grasp and moves against your lips. As you catch your breath, you stick out your tongue and lick him some more, stroking him against your mouth. Despite Gazul’s deformed face, he has a perfect, thick cock and sucking it has your pussy steaming like a cauldron over the fire pit. You slip your mouth back over the head of his cock, sucking hard and stroking his spit-washed shaft as you use your other hand to slip your patchwork skirt and panties down your thighs.

  With wordless lust burning in your eyes, you pop Gazul’s hard cock from your mouth and climb back up to straddle his lap. His big hands cradle the firm mounds of your buttocks as you guide his hardness to the cusp of your soaking slit. You jerk your hips a few times, his cock spreading your folds as you tease them against his hardness. Your breasts heave with the motion of your hips, softly dripping milk against his battle-scarred chest.

  “Ohhhhh, huntress,” he moans, squeezing and spreading your ass wider, stretching the tender knot of your asshole and opening your hungry pussy atop his cock. You look into his lidless eyes, seeing not the deformation but the warrior who saved your sister, and you thrust down onto his cock. His hardness fills your stewing pussy, well-trained by thick orc cocks, and you moan together as you take Gazul to his swollen hilt.

  You move atop him in the low, golden light of the dying fire. The crackle of the flames and the occasional pop of sap in the fire join the sounds of heavy breathing and soft slapping of your body against the rigid orc. You are so wet that your pussy even makes lewd sucking sounds as you ride atop Gazul’s lap. He holds your ass tightly, looking up into your eyes as he grits his teeth with pleasure. Your clutching cunt grips his hardness with each rise and fall atop him. You can feel your pleasure rising and you do not fight it.

  “Ohhh fuck,” you gap. “Oh, Gazul. Your cock… it’s so… ahhhh!”

/>   You bite your lower lip to silence your wails of pleasure and ride hard atop his lap. He thrusts upwards into you as best he can, though his position denies him the control you have as you buck and arch as your pussy grips his fat cock. Your orgasm squeezes tightly around him and you reach a hand back, beneath your bouncing ass, to gingerly caress Gazul’s bollocks. They are flush against the base of his cock, ready to unleash his hot seed deep into your human cunt.

  Your vigor only increases as your orgasm recedes. You rest both arms on the orc’s broad shoulders and kiss him repeatedly, your sensitive nipples rubbing against his granite chest and drizzling milk down to his washboard abs. You pop your pussy up and down on his cock in rapid, cum-hungry thrust, begging in whispers against his lipless mouth, “Cum for me. Please, cum for me, Gazul. Fill me with your seed. I need. I need… oohhhh!”

  Another orgasm, so quickly after the first, startles you with its intensity. In the throes of your pleasure, Gazul lets out a deep, almost angry groan and nearly lifts you off his lap with the force of his sudden thrust. With his cock hilted deep inside your pussy, you feel him throb and unleash his potent orc cum. By your estimation orc seed is almost ten times as fertile as that of a human and your womb practically aches for the torrent of monstrous sperm the disfigured orc is pumping inside you.

  There is no longer a curse on Ctharne to signal your impregnation, but you know in that moment that Gazul has planted his seed deep inside you. You ride him until the last shudders of his orgasm, until you feel his cock slowly softening in your cum-stuffed cunt, and you kiss him repeatedly on his lipless mouth and chin. You breathe heavily together, tongues lazily slipping and sliding over each other.