Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  The tentacles turn you in the air. More of them creep out of the shadows and begin to slip under your skirt, under the straps of your pack, beneath your belt, and into your bodice. You gurgle around the tentacle in your mouth as these slimy tendrils begin to tear away your clothing. Cold black tentacles circle your plump breasts, squeezing them and binding your soft mounds. The tips of these tentacles split open, forming mouth-like orifices that latch to your nipples and begin sucking. You moan with shock.

  “Yes, that’s right,” laughs your insane mother. “Time to prepare you for the Great One.”

  The tentacles rip away the last of your clothing and assail your naked flesh. They curl around your arms and legs, slip up your thighs, and begin teasing the entrance of your cunt. Slightly smaller tentacles squirm between your buttocks and begin rubbing at your tender anus. The sensation is like being licked by several tiny, cold tongues. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth, which itself is beginning to squirm and push past your gag reflex and into your throat.

  You are helpless in the grasp of these tentacles. They thrust into your tight cunt, stretching you open as more and more of them pack into your tender pussy. Cool, shadowy slime drips from your cunt and down your thighs. It dissipates like smoke as it drips from your body. More tentacles invade your anus, stuffing your ass and pushing into your bowels. They are made of nothing and yet move with such strength and slimy lust that it is maddening. Pleasure wracks you, heightened by the steady slurping on your painfully erect nipples.

  “Enjoy their touch,” says your mother, leaning close and smiling madly. “Soon you will know the cock of the one true god.”

  “MMMmmmGgggggg!” You scream around the tentacle in your throat, tears dropping from your eyes as you are fucked by dozens of slimy tentacles. They pump in and out of your pussy, ass, and mouth, vigorous and unflagging, throbbing with cold evil as you are wracked by orgasm after orgasm. The pleasure and pain the cause are irrelevant. They move with heedless, uncaring force, guided by your mother’s depravity. Your body shakes, your pale flesh is sheathed in glistening slime, and you lose yourself in the sensations the tentacles are causing. You forget the place where your body ends and the thrusting, probing, plugging tentacles begin. They are so deep inside you that you wonder if there even is a difference between you and them anymore.

  At some point, you hear your mother laughing as the writhing bolus of tentacles that is Alyssa drags itself into the pit. You know she is gone, but you cannot mourn. You can barely even maintain your sanity. Not much later, still seized with agonizing pleasure, you are drawn to the stone altar. The tentacles deposit you gently onto the stone. They retreat from your body and the dark slime clinging to your flesh disappears into the cool air like the evaporation of alcohol. You are wide-eyed, panting, and utterly naked on the altar.

  “Bind her,” says your mother. Red-robed handmaidens step out of the darkness around you and bind your legs wide apart and your wrists to iron loops in the edges of the altar. Your mother leans over you, a sickening sweetness in her tone. “The time has come, Penny. It is time for the birthing of Our God.”

  CONTINUE >

  Conquer Gallatha for Alyssa

  You look down at the heavenly creature in your arms. Her eyes lidded in exhausted pleasure. Her limbs trembling with aftershocks from the rude lovemaking. Your blood races at the thought. Of a final act of deepest corruption upon this divine creature. Your hand strokes her shoulder, tingling against her flesh. You rest your palm on her stomach, imagining it gravid with the demon’s young. Her pert breasts swollen with cream.

  “Yes,” you breathe. You look up at the demoness. “Yes Alyssa! Let’s do it!”

  Alyssa grins wickedly. “Then get her ready for me Penelope. Get the little whore ready for my demonic cock.”

  Giggling, drunk on the debauchery of the scene, you lean over Gallatha and take a torrid nipple between your lips. She moans, then gasps, bucking as you tenderly slide a finger into her much abused cunt.

  “What…P-please…” she moans weakly.

  “Shhh,” you croon, leaning forward and delicately kissing her. She shivers, but responds, instinctively drawn to the tenderness of your lips and touch, even as her hips quake from your fingers stroking her lust slickened channel.

  You break the kiss and look into her glowing eyes. “Alyssa is going to fuck you know. Fill you with her cum.”

  Gallatha shudders. “B-but, that…”

  “It’ll be alright,” you croon, continuing to lovingly masturbate her. “You’ll love it. She’s such a good lover. I should know.”

  “B-but-“

  “It will be magnificent,” you tell her. “Glorious.”

  Alyssa snorts. “If you’re so eager to suck my cock Penelope all you needed to do was ask.” Despite her words you can see you’re having an effect on Alyssa. Her hand eagerly strokes her throbbing length and her tail lashes the air with the crack of a whip. Her wings flutter and her pupils are wide like a cat’s before the pounce.

  You pull Gallatha atop you. She wriggles in fear, her luminous eyes staring into yours. You smile, then reach past her, stroking her ass. She gasps, arching, but her attention is on you. She does not see Alyssa stalk forward, stroking her demonic cock. She only realizes the danger when Alyssa grabs her pert ass and rams her cock inside of her virgin cunt.

  “Ah-mff!” You devour Gallatha’s scream with an eager kiss. She tries to pull away but you wrap your arms about her, trapping her against her. Alyssa hisses, her lashes fluttering with pleasure as she slowly draws out and shoves her cock once more into Gallatha.

  Gallatha sobs against your lips. You coo, stroking her hair as you lovingly kiss her golden face. You feel every shock of Alyssa’s cock driving into Gallatha. Feel the trembling girl cling to you to try and withstand the foul pleasure of the succubus railing her cunt.

  Alyssa leans forward, grabbing Gallatha’s pert tits in her hands, squeezing and crushing the girl’s tender breasts cruelly.

  Alyssa laughs. “She’s loving this Penelope! I knew it. All those holier than thou little whores are nothing but eager sluts in need of a rough fucking!”

  “N-nooo!” Gallatha cries.

  “Then explain how wet you are?” Alyssa hisses, slapping Gallatha’s jiggling ass causing the girl to jolt forward with a cry. “Admit it! You love the feel of my cock inside of you. Love being my personal cocksleeve!”

  “N-never!” Gallatha cries.

  Alyssa snarls. She grabs Gallatha, easily lifting the girl off of you. The succubus sits down on the rim of the fountain, turning Gallatha about and crushing her against her chest. Their breasts mash, gold against red. Savagely she bounces the holy being atop her shaft.

  You watch the scene rapturously. Alyssa's wings flutter, framing the scene as the golden figure is thrust upon the demon's shaft. The slap of flesh on flesh and the lurid slurping arouse you yet more. Eagerly you crawl between Alyssa’s thighs and begin to lick her shuddering balls. The demoness groans, gnashing her teeth hungrily.

  “Mmmn! Penny! You’re going to make me cum in this little slut.”

  “Yes,” you gasp, punctuating each word with another stroke of your tongue on her twitching sack. “Fuck.” Lick. “Her.” Lick. “Fill.” Lick. “Her.”

  Alyssa laughs while Gallatha sobs. She quakes, grasping and clutching at Alyssa, her breasts bouncing as the demoness savagely fucks her. “P-please!”

  Alyssa grabs Gallatha’s hair, yanking on it cruelly. “Please what?” the succubus crows. “Please fuck me more? Please fill me with your burning seed? Please turn me into your willing slut for all eternity? Well what?” Alyssa’s shouts. “Tell me bitch!”

  You’ve never seen Alyssa like this. The sensuous seductress has been eclipsed fully by the monstrous demoness. She's foul, wrathful and cruel. But gods you love it. Mewling, you nuzzle her crotch, eagerly licking her inner thighs and tasting the precum which drips from her shaft.

  “Please!” Gallatha moans. “Please!”
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  Alyssa silences her foe, crushing her lips to Gallatha's. Moaning, the holy messenger surrender to the wrestling tongue, shaking pitifully beneath Alyssa’s dominant lips. Lust hangs about her like a fog. It drives you wild. Your fingers spear your dripping cunt and you eagerly masturbate at Alyssa's cloven feet, your skin bathed in the holy light of Gallatha while Alyssa impales her on her cock.

  Alyssa breaks the kiss, her serpentine tongue sliding about her plump lips. “I know what you want,” she says. “What all your kind want. Like sweet little Penny truly wants. You want to be seeded by a dominant creature. You want to be mated, enslaved and used as little more than a cum bucket by your mistress. Isn’t that right Penelope?”

  “Oh yes,” you moan, writhing against Alyssa’s legs wantonly. “I do.”

  “Ah!” Gallatha cries. “Ah! Ah!” She stretches atop Alyssa’s throbbing shaft, throwing back her head with a desperate cry of ecstasy. She quivers, every muscle humming on the edge of orgasm.

  Alyssa laughs. “Did you think I’d let you cum like that? No!” she snarls, ramming Alyssa back down, hilting her throbbing demon cock in her clutching channel. “You cum when I do! You cum when I fill your slutty womb with my seed! And you’ll beg for it! Deny your goddess! Swear yourself to me and you can cum.

  “You’ll never go back,” she howls over Gallatha’s hiccupping cries, brutally fucking the smaller woman once more. “Even if you escape you’ll never forget this! Forget how it feels to have a demoness fuck your brains out! How my cock feels.” She thrusts her chest, forcing Gallatha into the firm globes of her breasts. “How my tits taste! You’re mine already. Just say it!” She twitches her hips, ramming her burning cock deep. “Say it!”

  “Yes!” Gallatha cries, her voice breaking. “Yes! I’m your slut! Your whore! Your c-cum dump! Fuck me! Fill me!” Her head is yanked back by the hair, baring her throat, her glowing eyes staring into the dark sky. “Breeeed meeee!”

  Alyssa howls like a cat and heaves her cock as deep as it can go. She roars and you feel her balls churn. Her seed exploded into Gallatha, pulsing into her womb.

  Gallatha wails as the curse of fertility takes hold. The golden dome above you shatters with her cry. Alyssa roars with laughter, then crushes their lips together.

  You’re thrown back by a sudden blast of power. You roll to a stop and sit up, dazed, then struck by what you see.

  Gallatha grinds atop Alyssa, light suffusing the joining of their lips as the demoness drinks the essence of the holy being. The shine of her golden skin and silver hair dims to dross. Alyssa’s red skin burns like fire as Gallatha's dims.

  The air screams, a whirlwind building about you. Tearing at you. All of it centered on the unholy union in the middle of the plaza. Relentlessly she feeds on her, grinding her cock into her, fucking out all that made Gallatha holy. And as she draws his light into herself, she grows. Her flawless skin deepens from red to a royal purple. Her horns curl up, meeting above her head. A burning crown blazes into existence between them. Her fangs grow and her wings expand. Black scales crawl down her arms like long black gloves whose fingers end in wickedly curved claws.

  You cower beneath the grandeur that Alyssa has become. Gallatha has dimmed, her once radiant skin grown dark like charred wood. Then, her mortal form crumbles to ash about Alyssa’s cock.

  The wind dies to a whisper as if you stand in the eye of a storm. A perfect stillness.

  Alyssa stands.

  She towers over you in presence and form. She extends her arms, marveling at her new claws. She touches her horns and peers up, her eyes glowing a lurid red. And then, she laughs.

  The sound rolls across the plaza. You shudder beneath it, vibrating in sympathy to her power.

  Gods but she is terrible.

  Gods but she is beautiful.

  You feel her eyes upon you. Her presence surrounds you like a burning spotlight. Desire for the perfectly unholy creature explodes within you. You shudder, cumming on the spot, whimpering as your juices splatter to the ground. Desire and terror lay you flat before her, cowering on your knees.

  “Sweet Penelope,” she rumbles.

  You gasp, your name on her lips sending a stab of pleasure deep into your core.

  “Well Penelope, what do you think?” She runs her hands down her stomach and hips. “Wasn't it worth it? Personally, I think it looks spectacular.” Her claws wrap about her shaft and she thrusts into the air, a flirtatious fanged grin shot your way.

  “Oh yes,” you breathe. You’re so caught with the scene your mother’s presence crashes into you like a train.

  “Penelope! What happened? Where are you? What is this?”

  You giggle almost drunkenly. “Nothing mother. Nothing Alyssa and I couldn’t handle.”

  “Don’t lie to me daughter. You have come so far. Stop wasting time with your strumpet and come to us!”

  You sigh indulgently. “Yes mother. We come.”

  Your mother mutters something and retreats from your thoughts. You sigh in exasperation, but all the same wearily stand. The mark of the Great One upon you glows with his pulsating power once more, dulling the overwhelming hold the succubus exerts upon you. You look up into her burning eyes with a weary smile. “Time to go.”

  Alyssa laughs, shaking her head ruefully. Her violet hair shimmers like precious stones catching the light. “Mmm. Penelope Penelope Penelope. Still about your mission. I should rip of what’s left of your clothes and make you forget all about it.”

  “I’d think you’d be satisfied after drinking Gallatha up like that. What did you do to her anyway?”

  Your demonic lover laughs. “Oh don’t worry. She’ll be waiting for me in the Palace. I’ll train her wonderfully. I didn’t lie when I said she would be the greatest prize in the infernal realms. I’ll make my place with her luscious little cunt and ass. Not to mention the power that is now mine.” She holds up her claws and flexes it as if crushing any who would stand in her way. You don’t doubt it, feeling acutely the power which lies within her now.

  “But you Penny?” She cups your cheeks and leans in, her lips brushing yours in the gentlest of kisses. “You can enjoy her, and me, anytime.”

  You giggle, pushing away your hands. “Later. Maybe. But now, it’s time for my triumph. And I couldn’t think of anyone better to have by my side.”

  Alyssa hides her thoughts with a smile and kisses your cheek. Her lips burn like a brand, though the feeling is far from unpleasant, shooting down your spine to curl your toes. You redress, and Alyssa summons new attire.

  No longer does she bother with travelling clothes. Now, a tight bodice of red and black lift her breaths, her nipples making notable indents in the fabric. A golden necklace set with a blood red stone rests in the juncture of her breasts. Skin tight leggings hug her hips and legs, while a black mantle of a cloak drapes her shoulders. She looks more a queen with her blazing crown than the sultry adventuress you started out with, but though the allure she projects now is different, it is far from less potent. Locking arms together, you and your lover walk towards the looming temple of the Great One, and the long awaited end of your journey.

  CONTINUE>

  The breeding pit

  The dull warmth of the breeding pits is all you seem to have known. The walls, pulsating caverns of living flesh. Your arms and legs have fused utterly with your fleshly prison. Your stomach juts out obscenely, heavy with the brood of some monster you cannot recall. Your cunt, bare and puffy from repeated births, hangs over a small pool made in the pink floor, soaked with your juices.

  The fleshy limbs of the pumps are latched to your milk swollen teats. The mouths on their ends suck greedily, feeding on the milk you exude. You moan beneath their ministrations, your broken mind reveling in the endless pleasures of the pits.

  Gertlings scuttle about. Some wear curious leather hoods and robes against the viscous acids which gather in mists. They tend to you and the other sacrifices with undisguised disdain. Whenever they pass near you give a shak
e of your breasts to try and entice them to fuck you, but few do anymore.

  You cry out as the birthing pain hits. “Ah. Ahhhhn,” you moan as your channel flexes about the newborns. “Ah. O-ohhhhh…” Your brood drops free in a river of your juices. Squalling creatures, like some bastard abomination of a wolf and a man. Gertlings hasten up, collecting the young in woven baskets they swiftly remove to some deeper retreat.

  Time passes. You have no conception of it. Once your cunt has tightened a little your next lover comes to you. A hunchbacked thing like an ape, but its face is a long fleshy tube ending in a gasping mouth. Yet you feel no revulsion for this thing as the gertling tenders prod it forward. You see it sniff the air and its purple shaft rise. You writhe in place, moaning whorishly. The thing scents your arousal. Its tubed head swings your way. With a grunt in knuckles across the floor and grab the wall.

  You scream, cumming the moment its cock fills your gaping pussy. Moaning desperately, it ruts against you, its gaping mouth of a face running across your own grotesquely.

  “Ooo…m-more,” you moan. It’s the only word you know now.

  Whether your lover understands or not its rutting grows in ardor. It hangs off the wall, pounding your cunt with its cock. The fleshy tubes are dislodged and its fur is bathed in your cream.

  “M-more. Moooore!” you gasp.

  You surrender to the rude fucking of the monster. Your mind broken, your body sworn to the evil you would defeat, you scream as your lover cums, filling you with their seed. Another brood for you to carry. Your cry joins the multitude of the others throughout the living caves of the monster god.

  Hours later, when the monster is at last sated, it crawls off you and wanders away. Excess seed pours from your cunt and onto the floor where it is quickly absorbed. The gertlings hasten to reattach the pumps, the fleshy lips swallowing your swollen breasts again.

  You have failed utterly, but that never occurs to you. Only the slurping of the pumps and the birthing and the fucking of your endless number of monstrous lovers fill your days.