Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Magic

  Surrender

  The Temple of the Great One

  The twisting edifice of the Great One’s temple looms before you. It juts from the mountainside and stands rooted in the ruins of the city that spread in the mountain’s shadow. It is built of ancient black basalt, each brick engraved with forbidden symbols that remain despite the wear of wind and rain. The temple’s archways, staircases, tiers, and tunnels twist at impossible angles that create a sense of vertigo when you gaze up at the cyclopean structure. It is as vast as any temple in Akrane and yet it seems impossible that it stands composed of such unnatural angles.

  “This is not from this place,” says Alyssa, her eyes blazing as she looks up at the temple. “Something powerful and ancient brought this temple here.”

  “You know this for certain?” You ask.

  “I feel it for certain,” she says and stretches out a hand to touch the wall beside one of the ominous entrances to the temple. “Something incredibly old and powerful lies within these walls or… perhaps beneath this entire island.”

  “I have to go inside,” you say to her, taking her clawed hand.

  “Of course,” says Alyssa. “Not without me.”

  You are relieved that she will continue on despite her obvious concern. You walk hand-in-hand into the nearest tunnel. You enter a curving maze of stairways and walkways, sometimes crossing over vast chambers that seem too large to be contained within the temple you saw from the outside. You pass streams of red-robed, hooded women, their breasts bare and milk-heavy and their bellies gravid.

  These women are always led by hulking, black-hooded eunuchs that carry huge spears. These eunuchs appear to be humans, grotesquely muscled, their flesh carved with bloody runes from the neck down to their toes. Their skulls are open and their pulsing brains stick through the ragged hoods and reveal malignant black growths. Thankfully, they do not seem to notice you.

  You creep past walls that seem to crawl with disturbing symbols. In some chambers, vile reliefs depict torture and sexual depravity; mostly human men being mutilated and human women copulating with all manner of horrifying beasts.

  You and Alyssa tense when you encounter monstrous guards; half-orcs with tentacles, bat-winged gertlings with human eyes, and creeping, boneless monstrosities that leave trails of slime behind them. None of these creatures attack you. Some glance in your direction and move on. Others pass you by without a second thought. The boneless things stop before you and wiggle their strange limbs. One of them speaks in a childlike voice, “Daughter of queen, the mother awaits. Be quick. Be quick. The Great One is ready.”

  They repeat these words in a sing-songy chorus that sends chills up your spine. Alyssa grips your arm tightly and hurries you past the creatures. They watch with red, watery eyes that bulge from boneless pouches on their sloughing faces.

  The temple is a realm of horrors you have only imagined and you can sense that you have not even seen the worst this place has to offer. You catch hints of it in smells wafting from iron grates along one dank hallway. You hear snarling and moaning voices, but never see the source of either.

  You round a corner and encounter a huge, insect-like creature grasping a severed head still covered by a red hood. It chews meat from the torn hood and looks at you with impassive, yellow eyes as big as skillets. At the feet of this creature, a red-robed body lies horribly mutilated. As you nearly retch and Alyssa hurries you past, you realize the poor woman seemingly burst from within. This is her own offspring devouring her remains. It turns to watch you depart, still chewing the head it grasps in its claws.

  “I cannot… I cannot go on,” you whisper to Alyssa.

  “Look around you,” says Alyssa, gesturing to the seemingly writhing runes upon the walls and the hideous, bending architecture of the temple. “This place belongs to the Great One. I do not think he would let us leave if we tried.”

  You sigh and squeeze her clawed hand. The warm glow of the crown that hovers above her head calms you. Even in this dark and terrible place, Alyssa’s radiance has not dimmed.

  “Let us finish this,” you say.

  You continue up a spiraling staircase that seems to invert and invert again, depositing you on a floor made from glass or crystal with a pool of red beneath its glassy surface. Dark shapes move within this red pool, revealing inhuman mouths and strange limbs that press against the glass as you walk across the floor.

  A slender creature with the proportions of a man, but with translucent jellylike flesh and faintly luminous green eyes, slides out of an alcove and approaches you directly. You can see the blood pulsing in the veins and arteries of this creature. It sinews are like visible cords upon its human-like skeleton.

  “I am Xasp,” it says in an unexpectedly relaxed and clear voice. “I am a servant of the queen.”

  “Queen is it?” Alyssa scoffs.

  “Queen Helsdottir,” says the creature. “And you are the daughter Penelope. And you are the succubus. Come with me and I will bring you to her.”

  You give the creature a cautious nod and it turns and walks towards a nearby archway. It moves so smoothly it seems to be floating on a surface of water. It glances at you over its slender, translucent shoulder and asks, “Are you coming?”

  “Y-yeah,” you say, following behind Xasp and trying not to stare at the creature’s visible anatomy.

  The jelly-skinned creature brings you into a vast, echoing chamber. The tiles that cover the floor were once an enormous mosaic depicting some perverse triumph of evil, but the center of the floor has collapsed. The tiles that line this gaping, black hole are twisted almost as if some strange vortex sucked the floor of the chamber down into the earth. Xasp navigates around this seemingly bottomless.

  “Welcome to the inner sanctum of a living god.” Your mother’s voice reverberates loudly in the huge chamber and echoes within your mind.

  “M-Mother?!” You gasp as your mother steps into the chamber and reveals that she has become something else; you mother has been transformed into a giantess.

  Hilda stands shockingly nude, her silky white hair flowing about shoulders now nearly as wide as the span of your arms. Her pale skin has taken on a strange violet hue that reminds you a bit of Alyssa before her recent transformation. Your mother’s smile looks as if it could swallow you whole.

  So much of her has changed. Her breasts have swollen immensely and her thick nipples leak milk that trickles down the curves of her engorged mounds. Her arms and legs are as muscular as you remember, but her abdomen, once toned, bears the signs of recent pregnancy. Her bare cunt is swollen and glistens in the strange light that filters down through the cracked ceiling far above. She has a tattoo above her mound, much like your own, but pulsing with light as if in tune to the beating of her heart.

  “Yes, Penny. I am your mother and the mother of so many others.” Your mother’s golden eyes flash malevolently as she stands proudly beside the empty throne. “I am so glad you have finally come, although I see you have brought your demonic whore into the Great One’s throne room.”

  "You have been touched by Zhibbareth?" Alyssa looks on in wonder.

  "You seem jealous, little princess of the abyss," laughs your mother. "He comes to me in dreams. It is what brought me here. And where I first consummated my love. Through my body he brought the first of many of his creatures into this world. Now they roam freely across this island and humans are made to kneel."

  She strides closer to you, looming above you and your succubus companion.

  “As you must kneel now. Both of you.” She folds her arms across her titanic breasts and gazes down at you. “Kneel!”

  The word drives you to your knees as it slams into your mind and your body. Alyssa’s legs flex, but she whimpers and does not go down. Xasp leaps at her from behind and stings her with tendrils that wrap around Alyssa’s neck and slip under her clothing. The jelly
like creature clings to the succubus, pinning her wings flat and beginning to wrap tendrils around her head.

  “Obey the Mother of Monsters, Queen of Ctharne, and conqueror of mankind!” Your mother’s words fall upon you like blows. You tremble with each. Alyssa’s eyes are wide and filled with fear. The succubus looks at you pleadingly.

  “Penelope,” she gasps, falling to her knees. “Please…”

  “Such an arrogant little cunt,” mocks your mother, leaning over Alyssa. “You believed you could walk into this glorious temple and subvert the path of a god older than the abyss. You are no more threat to Him than an insect.”

  “Mother, don’t hurt her, please.” You manage to choke the words out despite the oppressive weight of your mother’s mind upon you.

  “Oh, you wish me to spare her?” Your mother raises an eyebrow. “Mercy for the merciless? Of course, my love. All you must do is pledge to be a bride of Zhibbareth.”

  Your mind flashes to the women in red with their pregnant bellies being marched through the temple. Your thoughts flash again to the insect devouring its own human mother.

  “No,” says your mother, apparently reading your thoughts. “The handmaids serve the sons of Zhibbareth. You would serve Zhibbareth himself, like me, my love. We will both become his brides.”

  She leans over you, tears welling in her eyes, and you finally see the madness there. “We will be together for all eternity, Penny. Mother and daughter, in service forever to the true ruler of the world.”

  “A-and you will spare her?” You ask, looking away from your mother’s horrifying, giant face and to Alyssa.

  Your mother reaches a huge hand down and gently strokes your cheek. Her sweet smile is disturbingly familiar, though you have not seen it since you moved away to Akrane.

  “Of course. I would bring no pain to my faithful daughter.”

  “Penelope!” Alyssa cries and arches against Xasp trying to shake him loose. “Do not trust hmMMMMm!”

  Tendrils of jelly wrap around Alyssa’s mouth and thrust inside it. She tries to fight a bit longer, but can manage no further words.

  “What will it be, my daughter?” Your mother rubs a thumb across your lips. Her huge, golden eyes gaze at you madly. “Will you ascend to your destiny and become a bride of the Great One?”

  What do you do?

  Agree to Become a bride of Zhibbareth

  Refuse to become a bride of Zhibbareth

  Parley

  A charm spell will hardly work on a creature such as this, whose sole purpose is to take you as his bride in this perverse mating ritual. Your fate in that respect is all but sealed. Your naked body trembles with that realization, but you do not despair. You see another purpose. If your half-remembered mythologies are true, these creatures mean to elevate you as their living goddess. Yes, they will breed you and the magic of the island will change your feelings for their kind once you are impregnated. But perhaps your sacrifice can save mankind if you are able to strike a bargain.

  Perhaps you can still succeed in your goal of stopping the evil of the Great One.

  You cast a spelltongue charm hoping the magic will know the ancient wuggish language of the Deep One. A brackish taste covers your tongue like muddy water as you cry out, "Wait!" The word passes your lips as a strange croak.

  The hulking Deep One stops just short of you, his throat inflating and his cock throbbing with his primordial desire. The musk of his arousal is thick in the air. Your pussy throbs at the scent of his inhuman desire.

  “Please, wait,” you gasp and again it croaks from your mouth in the wug language.

  The Deep One does wait. He looks at you with his bulging amphibian eyes and runs his wide tongue over his lips.

  “What are you doing?” Kara moans.

  There is no time to explain your desperate plan to your sister. You will give yourself willingly to this beast in exchange for a promise that you hope plays on the wug’s arrogant desire for conquest. You will demand that they go to war with the Great One.

  The Deep One croaks impatiently and steps forward. His huge cock brushes against your breasts. It is warm and wet and its natural slime smears against your soft mounds. You gasp, barely able to contain your perverse desire.

  “I submit to you,” you cry out. “I understand my destiny. I am Croaha! It is my path to help you and your people.”

  The Deep One croaks in a manner you recognize as agreement. You try not to look at his massive cock rubbing against your soft breasts as you reach out and take hold of one of the Deep One’s webbed hands. You bring it to your chest and press it flat against your cleavage. You want him to feel the warm beating of your human heart.

  “That is human blood in my veins, Deep One,” you say, looking at him. “My people will be destroyed by the Great One. But I know the wugs need humans. You could have all of the women on this island and make all the men into your slaves.”

  The Deep One makes a low, slow croak that rises in pitch. His hand is cool, but you can feel the heat radiating from his round belly and his huge cock.

  "I give myself to the tribe, to mate with you and become Croaha, so that the wugs may conquer this island. So that you may defeat the Great One and rule all of Ctharne.” Your thighs tremble and your nostrils flare at the growing musk of the Deep One’s mating scent. “This island will belong to your kind. The Great One must not be allowed to rule this place. It is... a blasphemy. An insult to... to..."

  You feel your desire overcoming your ability to speak.

  "To the Deep One... and to... Croaha."

  The Deep One lets out a fearsome croak that you take to be his agreement. You are relieved as your trembling body yearns to be taken by the primordial wug. You press your breasts against his cock and squeeze against the radiating warmth of his belly. The wug croaks again and you know, as he wraps you in his slimy arms, that negotiations are over.

  “Yesssss,” you gasp, sliding over his body as he lifts you up. “Fuck me. Claim me. Make me your goddess!”

  “No, Penny!” Kara cries out, her voice hoarse with despair. “No, you can’t do this! You must fight!”

  The wug pulls you against his face, running his fat tongue over and into your mouth before lifting you higher and sliding his tongue lower. He laps at your soft breasts, moving your plump mounds with the force of his huge tongue. You moan with ecstasy at his touch.

  “This is… ohhhh… my destiny, Kara! This is my ascension!”

  She continues to wail in horror, but her cries seem to recede into the foggy distance as the Deep One demands your full attention. He sucks loudly at your breasts and lifts you still higher, spreading your legs over his froggy face and thrusting his amphibian tongue deep into the hot, dripping cove of your sex. His tongue is incredible, reaching all the way to your womb and seeming to caress it and soothe it for the coming rut. You buck in the wug’s arms, smearing your juices on his face as a powerful spasm of pleasure grips you.

  “Ohhhh, yes! Taste the nectar of Croaha!”

  The Deep One lets out a low croak that vibrates through you, sending you from a spasm of pleasure and into an intense orgasm that thrums through your body with the rumbling of the Deep One’s voice and the eel-like squirming of his tongue.

  You are still shaking from your orgasm as the Deep One pulls you from his face and slides you down his body again. You spread your legs wide to accept him as he lowers you rather quickly to his cock. It presses for a moment at your slick entrance. You bite your lower lip and whine with effort as his huge wedge, so hot and slimy but huge, begins to stretch your delicate folds. Once the tip is opening you up, the Deep One pulls you down and with a shocking thrust you are filled and stretched by the throbbing monstrous cock. You feel as if your body is going to burst around him, but it does not and he begins to move you up and down with his strength.

  Your breasts bounce and your head lolls at the pleasure and heat and shocking sensation of fullness. You are at his mercy, riding him like a ragdoll as he lifts you and low
ers you again and again. His huge amphibian hands grips your plump ass tightly and he thrusts his hips. Your tits rub against his hot belly and just above as he moves you up and down.

  Kara screams, but you are already far from her, claimed by this wonderful cock and picturing your future with the tribe of wugs. The Deep One bounces you faster and faster and begins croaking rhythmically as the drums of the tribe beat inside your heart. You feel the Deep One’s cock swell. You wail as the pleasure rises within you to that savage drumbeat. Your orgasm is so intense it almost hurts, your over-stretched pussy clamping desperately at the Deep One’s massive cock.

  The primordial wug lets out a final croak that vibrates through you and thrusts so hard and deep it feels as if his cock violates your womb. You feel the mighty throb of his orgasm and a moment later the first release of his seed gushes forcefully into your fertile cunt. Pleasure and joy mingle as you are taken by the Deep One and seeded by the magic that hangs over the island. Your worries lift and your doubts recede.

  As the Deep One’s cum gushes into you and drips down from your stuffed cunt, you are baptized. You become the Croaha. You become the queen of the wugs. Tears flow from your eyes as you look up at the gravid moon above. Though your love for the tribe is foremost in your mind and heart, you remain focused on defeating the Great One.

  His time will come.

  CONTINUE >

  “I’ve been a good girl.”

  The last thing you want to do is find out what sort of punishment a succubus can dish out. Besides, you are a good girl. Your gaze roams over Alyssa’s luscious body, her perfect, plump breasts jiggling slightly, her erect nipples inviting your lips, her toned tummy, her shapely hips, her round ass, and that wicked smile. Even her demonic attributes are alluring. She is a sinister goddess of erotic beauty and you are prepared to worship her.

  “I’ve been a good girl,” you say firmly. “I want to… I want to prove what a good girl I am.”