Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  They speak abyssal to one another for more than a minute. You pick up bits of it, but you hardly speak the language and so are left feeling a bit excluded. Alyssa finally takes notice of you standing patiently nearby. She gives you a familiar look of lust, her eyes flashing with her power.

  "Why don't you go with Jurvius upstairs and have some candies," she says and hands Ullana off to one of her most obsequious servants.

  "Can I chase the imps, mummy?" Says Ullana, lingering by the throne.

  "Of course, but no more biting. I fear they might rise up and I pay good money for the imps." Alyssa blows your daughter a kiss and the little half-demon girl goes bounding off, her tiny wings flitting to make her jumps inhumanly light-footed. You smile as you watch your little girl disappear up the stirs followed by Jurvius. You return your attention to your queen.

  "Approach," says Alyssa, uncrossing her legs and slowly spreading her knees. Her skirt conceals what is between her thighs, but only just. You can tell by the slight bulge in her skirt that she has something for you.

  You can feel the hush in the room, the numerous demons and monstrous emissaries from the prime plane watching and anticipating what will happen next. You approach Alyssa, your heart pounding for an entirely different reason. You gaze into her eyes, something few in her court would dare to do. Her smile is both sweet and superior. You drop to your knees before her and bow your head, though you do not press your face to the cold marble like a slave might.

  "Was there something special you desired today, Penelope?" Her words are tinged with an erotic promise. Your pussy quivers at her sensual tone.

  "I hoped..." You lift your head and reach out to touch her knees. You hear a soft gasp from the court. Alyssa does not move. "I hoped that you might bless me again today, my queen. Another child to keep Ullana company."

  "Ah, we have discussed this," she says, leaning forward. "All heirs to my throne must be considered carefully. You interrupt my court and come to plead for another child?"

  "Yes, exactly so," you say, sensing that she is toying with you rather than truly angry. "I fantasize about carrying your seed again. I pleasure myself to the thought, my queen. My... Alyssa."

  Using even part of her true name sends another ripple of surprise through court. Alyssa glances at their reaction. Her smile spreads wider.

  “Huntress,” she enunciates the word clearly so that the court is reminded of what you are. “Do you truly believe you are worthy of bearing another of my children?”

  You kneel upright and look at her fiercely before saying, “Yes, my queen.”

  “Prove it,” she says and her fingers curl beneath her skirt and slowly draw it up her thighs. The ruffled fabric catches for a moment on her cock, lifting it lightly before her semi-rigid member bounces into view. Her bollocks are pale and hairless.

  “With pleasure, Alyssa,” you murmur, stroking her thighs and spreading her legs wider. Far from being humiliated by performing in front of the entire court, you are thrilled by your opportunity to prove your devotion to Alyssa before all these witnesses.

  You gently grasp her feminine cock in your hand and push it upright so you can lean between her smooth, perfumed thighs and kiss her bollocks. She moans almost inaudibly. You look up as you run your tongue around them, shifting each in her warm sack. You suck them in your mouth, moaning slightly around them to vibrate your lust into her body. She keeps her hands on the arms of her throne, but you see her breasts heaving a bit more and her cock undeniably stiffening.

  You lick your way from her bollocks up the underside of her rigid shaft, to her darkening, violet tip. You run your tongue beneath her glans, flicking against that particular spot you know she enjoys. You meet her gaze as you slowly engulf her cock in your mouth. The hardness of her presses against your tongue. You suck, tightening your lips and hollowing your cheeks as you take her deeper.

  “Oh, Penelope,” she gasps softly.

  You begin to bob your eager mouth on Alyssa’s cock, slurping softly as you unlace your corseted bodice and allow your pale breasts to spill free. You ride your mouth up to the tip of Alyssa’s cock and pop your lips free. You squeeze one of your breasts in your hand, licking your own nipple and lifting your mound as you use your other hand to smack Alyssa’s wet cock against your soft mound.

  “Shall I wrap them around your lovely cock, my queen?” You ask, rubbing her oozing tip against your nipple.

  “A bit,” she murmurs. “Let me feel your soft mounds and that warm… ohhhhhh… Penelope…yes!”

  The hall echoes with her cry of pleasure as you begin to massage her hardness between your breasts. You spit onto her cock and use that and her oozing precum to lubricate your mounds as you wank her with them. You bounce against her lap, riding your plump, motherhood-enlarged tits around her cock. She gasps, her own breasts nearly bursting from her bodice as they heave with her pleasure.

  “Oh, my queen,” you moan and dip your head lower to run your tongue over her slick tip, tasting her nectar. “Ohhhh, you burn with desire between my breasts. Your sweet honey… mmmm… I long for it inside me.”

  “Yes, yes,” she moans, leaning her head back on her throne. “Yes! You are ready!”

  She rises from the throne with urgency. Her hand twists into a claw and she rakes your bodice, shredding the last of it away from your torso. Her claws tear at your skirt as ferocious lust burn brightly in her eyes. You fall back upon the red carpet that leads to her throne. Alyssa stands over you, her cock glistening and curving upwards from her shapely hips. Her clothing melts away, exposing the exquisite beauty of her demonic perfection. The demons of the court bay with lust, but you care nothing for their urges, you only see your queen with her glowing violet eyes and her spread wings.

  And her throbbing cock! It plunges into you like a burning sword, quenching its fires in the slick velvet of your cunt. You cry out and wrap your legs around Alyssa, drawing her deeper. You arch beneath her, your breasts shifting, your inner walls squeezing at her cock as it begins to move inside you. It takes only a few strokes for the succubus to stir an orgasm within your cunt. A few more strokes and you are bucking beneath her, wailing with pleasure that echoes from the abyssal marble.

  “Yes! Oh, yes, my queen! Fuck me! Breeeeed me!”

  She silences you with a passionate kiss. Her body falls atop yours, warm and lusciously soft, her hips moving as she plunges your depths with her throbbing member. Her cry of pleasure is just for you, moaned into your mouth and against your swirling tongue. You feel her body tense and her seed fires deep into your welcoming womb. Spurt after spurt of hot demonic cum pours into your pussy, sending you crashing from one orgasm to another until you have milked Alyssa dry.

  She slowly pushes off of you, her cock dripping with her spunk and her clothing reassembling from smoke that shrouds her body. Moaning breathlessly, heavy and filthy with her cum, you push yourself up and gather the scraps of your clothing.

  “You will carry another daughter,” she says, helping you to your feet. “Come to me in my bed tonight and we may discuss further pleasures.”

  “Yes, my queen,” you moan gratefully, your face flushed and your body still quivering. You limp out of the room, holding your ruined clothing against your body. Behind you, Alyssa retakes her throne, and her court resumes its proceedings.

  You find one of the bedrooms you use when you stay with the queen and you begin to dress. Later, you enjoy a formal dinner with the queen, Ullana, and some of the queen’s honored guests. She has a suitor from a rival kingdom, but she spurns him for your company. In her bed, you make love long into the night, revisiting the many pleasures you have discovered with the beautiful demoness. Finally spent, she holds you in her embrace.

  “Soon,” she says, “my armies will be strong enough to invade the mortal realm. For now, I march as an ally of the Great One. But one day, my love, the world will belong to me. And to our daughters.”

  “Yes, my queen,” you moan with joy as she embraces you once more.<
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  Your adventure was forgotten long ago, now you live for your daughters and for your queen, Alyssa. Your duties as herald and huntress are long forgotten.

  BAD END

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  The goat’s queen ending

  Birds are singing in the rafters of the chapel and Allena is playing the flute she carved from one of the whitewood trees. All around the temple, the girls are gathered in small groups, talking, playing, laughing, or working on crafts. Savory smells of roasting boar and baking bread waft from the kitchen where Ganara and Sevolleyna prepare the meals over the stone fire pits.

  You sit upon the smaller of the two thrones built from burnished wood and recovered brass, your family’s huge book sitting open in your lap. That book will not fit on your lap much longer with your belly growing so full with your second child.

  “The fingers must be splayed, like so,” you explain holding up your favored hand in casting posture. “And you must speak the words clearly. In this case, they are Lorem Ipsum dolor!”

  The glowing butterfly appears in midair. The brides giggle and coo at the sight of the magic butterfly as it flaps gaily around their heads and flits up through a hole in the ceiling. Meeja, one of your best pupils, raises her hand and meekly asks, “Can we choose a different color?”

  “Yes! If you would like a red butterfly it would end with rojol or a blue butterfly would be aquis.” You are about to explain that the illusory creature need not be a butterfly when your thoughts are interrupted by the gentle pull of your husband. A moment later, you hear his voice calling you to him. You say to the women, “I must attend to the king. Practice among yourselves.”

  Meeja and the other promising candidates begin to summon their own butterflies in various colors. You get up from your throne and leave the temple for the sunny clearing where your husband likes to spend his days fishing for plecowogs in the muck. They are certainly not your favorite meal, but they are plentiful during every season on the island and not at all bad with wild onions and the butter Iraena makes from the excess mother’s milk.

  Your horned lover is lounging beside the stream. His great furry chest rises and falls with his breathing. He has a familiar smile on his snout. The huge hose of his pink cock hangs flaccid over his thigh. He turns his head to look at you as you draw near.

  “Ah, my love,” he says, lifting his head. “I hope I did not interrupt your teaching.”

  “You did,” you say, giving him a cross look. “You know you did. But I will always come when you call, father of my daughters.”

  “How is little Velora?” He asks.

  You climb between his legs and sit in the grass, leaning your body against his thigh and absently stroking his cock with your fingertips.

  “The others have watched over her all morning, but I heard her fussing.” You lean over and give his cock a kiss. “Would you like me large or small this morning, my king?”

  “The more of you the better, I think, my dear,” he says. He delicately caresses you with his hand. You give his cock another kiss and rise to your feet. You move a few paces away from him, look into his eyes, and cast The Giant of Siarcus.

  Your perspective rises above the stream and your supine lover. He watches with obvious enjoyment as your tits balloon to the size of huge melons and your hips widen as far as the span of a normal-sized man’s arms. Once the change has finished, you take two steps to stand astride your husband.

  “What are you doing?” He asks.

  “I think it has been a while since you’ve tasted my quim,” you say. “So let us share equally.”

  “I will never refuse your sweet cunt,” he chuckles.

  The mossy earth beside the stream is soft and cool beneath your knees as you kneel over the goat’s furry muzzle and stretch your giant body out over his. He embraces your round ass and thrusts his snout against your cunt. You moan lustily as his tongue lap at your hot groove. You tilt your hips and he drives his tongue into your slick channel.

  “Oooh, eager this morning,” you giggle. “Two can play at that.”

  His cock is already beginning to swell as you grasp it with both hands and lift his blushing tip to your mouth. As the king laps at your cunt, you answer him with slow, wet slurps on his cock, taking it to the back of your throat and letting your saliva spill down his shaft. He begins to rub at your asshole with his fingertips as his tongue bathes your folds and focuses his attention on your clit. Your head begins to bob up and down on his hardness with a rhythm to match the motions of his tongue. You jerk your hips and grind your pussy against his snout.

  No matter how good you are at pleasing the goat, he is even better with tongue against your clit. His fingers hold your bottom tightly as his tongue batters your bud. It does not take much longer before you are whining loudly with pleasure. Your moans are muffled by his cock filling your mouth. His cries of pleasure only vibrate against your cunt, further stoking your own ecstasy. You finally lift your mouth from his cock to cry aloud with pleasure.

  “Mmmmm aAAAhhhh! So good! I’m going to cum!” You look back at your ass bouncing against his face. You grind your pussy hard onto his tongue, smothering him in your juicy folds and spilling your hot nectar all over his bestial snout. As your ecstasy subsides, you climb off your beloved husband and get onto your hands and knees. You lift your ass, arch your back, and lower your chest nearly to the ground.

  “Take my ass today, my love,” you say. “I know how you enjoy it.”

  “With pleasure!” He laughs, clapping both hands on your plump buttocks, spreading them wide, and skewering your pink pucker with his hard cock. Fortunately, your asshole is soaked with your slippery juices and his cock slides easily into your ass. He slams every inch of his hardness up your ass, again and again, each thrust harder and more ragged than the last, until you are both wailing with pleasure.

  “My love! Your sweet ass… is going to make me…”

  “CUM!” You cry and as the word leaves your lips you feel his cock throbbing against your clutching ring. Hot cum pumps deep into your ass, filling you with slippery weight. His cum oozes out of your pucker and drips from your pussy.

  “Again?” You ask, still panting with lust.

  He trembles as he pulls his cock from your cream-stuffed ass.

  “Yes, just a moment,” he pants, “to catch my breath.”

  “Of course, my love,” you say to him, already turning to lick and suck his dripping cock. It is your duty as his queen.

  You may never find out what happened to your sister or mother, but that hardly matters now. You scarcely have a care in the world. Even when the sky cracks open over the north end of the island. You just don’t have time to worry about such things.

  BAD END

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  The dream of corruption

  You are in a place of darkness. It is as if you are in the simple cottage where you and your sister were raised by your mother, but everything is covered in black velvet. There is a bottle glass window beside the door and through this glass glows a red light in the misty night. You gaze out the window. That unearthly glow is not the only light outside the cottage: four yellow eyes are watching you from the forest.

  The beast! Your heart begins to pound in your chest as you feel those inhuman eyes upon you. A shudder runs up your body and you realize you are wearing nothing but a gauzy dressing gown that hardly hides your voluptuous body. Fresh horror blossoms within you as you think of how this naughty costume must excite the beast’s savage desire.

  “He is not here to hurt you, Penelope.” The voice is instantly familiar, the tone kind, but also gently mocking of your fear. You whirl and your eyes go wide.

  “Mother!” You exclaim, your voice echoing strangely in the dream space.

  Hilda Helsdottir is bigger than you in almost every way. She is taller, stronger, and even more voluptuous, without being the least bit fat. Her body is a luscious invitation to the eyes of any man or
woman who might desire her. Her full lips are quirked into the same mocking smile you remember from your childhood and her eyes are a bright gold, but different, tinged with veins of violet. The effect is disconcerting. You know this is more than a dream because of the vivid way you see your mother and the way her long, prematurely white hair flows as if submerged in water.

  She is communicating to you with her magic. That means she is alive!

  “Mother,” you cry. “I have come to rescue you.”

  “Have you?” She crosses her legs sensually, showing off her creamy thighs for a moment. She wears a strange, corseted costume of gold that further enhances her feminine physique. You have never seen her wear such a thing before. Your mother, like your sister, usually favors clothing more suited to combat.

  “Yes, Kara sent me a letter and said that you were both in grave danger, so I came to this awful place looking for you both. I have not found Kara—“

  “I am sad to say you will not find her,” says your mother. “She has fallen into a trap for which there is no escape and it is not my place to rescue her.”

  You feel a cold shock at your mother’s words.

  “She is dead?”

  “Dying, but in no pain,” assures your mother. She takes your hands and pulls you closer. There is no question your mother is very much alive. Her erotic life force radiates from her touch and sends in an inappropriate twinge of desire between your thighs. “I can still help you, my youngest. Penelope, you must listen carefully to me. You are on the path to join me and I am proud of that, but there are many more steps for you to take.”

  You struggle to hear her words over the thought of Kara being gone.

  “Join you?” Your words are dulled by shock. “What do you mean?”