Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  Her mouth roams over your breasts, her tongue swirling your nipples and sucking at them each in turn as her fingers probe your steamy pussy. Your nipples throb with her attention and glisten with her sweet saliva. You whimper with pleasure as her long, slender fingers seem to seek out every pleasure point within your clutching channel.

  “Ohhhhh, gods,” you cry. “It’s so good.”

  “Sister,” moans Kara, averting her gaze. “You must not do this. She is a demoness.”

  “Oh, but it’s so good,” you gasp, another orgasmic wave seizing hold in your cunt and seeming to burst from your clit in powerful shocks.

  The pleasure of Alyssa’s fingers is nothing compared to the pleasure you experience as she buries her face between your plump thighs. Her tongue lashes your clit, delves into your velvet channel, and swirls around the clenching pucker of your asshole. She probes your ass with two fingers.

  “Oh, Kara,” you cry, reaching a hand out to your sister. “Let her do this to you. Ohhhh her fingers are in my ass… her tongue… ohhhh I’m going to cum again.”

  Kara shakes her head with dismay and tries not to peek as you are bucking with pleasure against Alyssa’s beautiful face. Your juices pour into her mouth, your thighs tense around her face, and you thrust yourself against her tongue and fingers. The final peak of your pleasure comes as she drives the fleshy spade-tip of her tale into your fluttering pussy. It is far better than any cock. It fills you and stretches you and seems to open up paths of pleasure inside you that drive throbbing, molten ecstasy through your body.

  Alyssa lifts her cum-smeared face from between your thighs and climbs atop you. Her kiss is soft and teasing, not predatory, and you taste yourself on the sweetness of her tongue. Her warm breasts are against your flushed mounds. You squeeze her lovely ass with both hands and bask in the afterglow of your ecstasy.

  “Do you want to stay with me?” Alyssa murmurs.

  “Yes,” you moan without hesitation.

  “Forever?”

  “Yes, take my soul,” you say. “Take it all from me.”

  “Oh, no you don’t!” Kara shouts, grabbing Alyssa by her wings and lifting her off your body. “You’ve had enough. She has paid the price. Allow us to leave.”

  “She says she wants to stay,” says Alyssa. “You do not own her.”

  “N-no,” you say, sitting up and pulling your bodice over your breasts. “Kara is right. I asked her to protect me from my desires. I must go, Alyssa.”

  A part of you is said that you must leave. You know the ecstasy that would consume you if you were permitted to yield to the succubus. That hot fever of pleasure still calls to you as you lace up your bodice and pull on your panties. Your thighs are still shaking, Alyssa still glaring with her arms folded over her ample breasts, as Kara helps you out the door. You hesitate and look back at the demoness.

  “I will not forget this, Alyssa,” you say. “You were right. I have never experienced such pleasure before.”

  “Nor will you again,” she says. “Until you return to me.”

  Kara pulls you through the door and out into the gloomy woods. The rain has let up and there is faint sunlight showing through the canopy of trees.

  “Are you good to travel?” Kara asks with concern.

  You shift the weight of your backpack. You feel drained, but no worse off than you were when you arrived on this terrible island.

  “Good enough, sister,” you say with a nod.

  “Come on,” says Kara. “We might still make it before nightfall.”

  The hope of arriving in Rhilath before nightfall is soon brought low as you arrive at a deep crevasse. It is too wide to cross with a rope and too sheer and deep to climb down and back up again.

  “We follow it that way,” says Kara, pointing towards the cost. “Either we find a crossing or we go to the sea and follow the coast. Whichever comes first.”

  You have to agree. You see no other way. There is also something slightly comforting about the idea of being close to the sea again after your miserable journey inland.

  CONTINUE >

  Attack

  You will not surrender to the domination of this demon! You draw your kirana and swing it with a flash of silver blade. The gleaming sword cleaves through the feathered neck of four warriors in the span of a second. Their heads drop to the floor and blood bubbles from the stumps of their necks. One of the men falls to his knees. The other three drop their weapons and begin fumbling for their severed heads.

  They are still alive! Headless, apparently blind, but still alive!

  You shake the blood from your sword and turn to confront Alyssa, but the succubus is gone. Before you can turn again, you feel numerous hands reaching around your body. The whores! The women close in around you, pulling the blade from your grasp and the pistols from your belt.

  “Hey! Let go of me! Don’t… don’t do that! Ohhhh!”

  The women ignore your struggle, lifting your skirt and caressing your bare legs, your ass, and reaching into your panties to stroke your pussy. Your bodice is unlaced and your breasts freed from your bra. You gasp as a slender blonde begins to suck at your nipples. A plump brunette pulls you in for a smothering kiss. It is hard to think of anything with her hot tongue pressing into your mouth. A moment later, you feel a tongue delving into your pussy from behind. Fingers pry your ass cheeks apart and another woman’s tongue probes your asshole.

  You are completely at the mercy of Alyssa’s whores. The wanton slave girls practically carry you in their arms as they fondle and pleasure you from all sides. They lead you away from the exit, moaning with ecstasy as you are drawn through the curtained archway and down a red-lit hall. You arrive at an extravagant bedroom that must belong to the succubus. She climbs into a gigantic four-poster bed heaped with crimson cushions. Her slaves carry you to her and descend upon you in a hot wave of writhing flesh, lace, silky hair, hot mouths, tongues, and probing fingers.

  “Get off… ooohhh… get off of me…. Mmmmmmphhmmm!” You are smothered beneath the plump ass of the brunette. After a moment of resisting, you reach up and embrace her soft bottom. You thrust your tongue into the hot folds of her cunt.

  “Isidora’s fat bottom looks nice on your face,” chuckles Alyssa. “But to really tame you, I can think of only one thing.”

  You wonder what she means, your view completely eclipsed by Isidora’s pale moon. A moment later, you feel a hot, throbbing cock pressing at your pussy. Lips smack above you as Isidora embraces Alyssa, the succubus and slave girl making out passionately as Alyssa thrusts a cock deep into your clutching cunt. The pleasure you feel at each stroke pushes all worries from your mind. You lick more hungrily, burying your nose in Isidora’s crack as you pleasure her plump pussy.

  Your first orgasm rises quickly and crashes straight into the second. It seems every few strokes of Alyssa’s demonic she-cock is enough to trigger another rippling wave of pleasure through your body. You moan against Isidora’s cunt and your pleasure only grows as two more slaves begin to suck and lick your nipples.

  Trapped in an endless orgasmic circle, you never even consider using your powers as a herald to protect your fertility. As Alyssa lets out a deep moan, her cock swells and you cry out with new pleasure as she fires her seed deep into your unprotected pussy. Her fertile cum pours into you, stuffing your fertile womb with potent abyssal spunk.

  “That’s it,” gasps Alyssa. “Take every drop. What a good girl. The child you bear will be half-demon and half-huntress. A new combination that the world has never…mmmmm… known before. Oh, gods, I will have to seed you repeatedly. Your pussy is so wonderful.”

  “Yessss!” You cry, your face awash with Isidora’s cum. “Yes, fill me again and again! Breed me!”

  You have no doubt that Alyssa will fill you again and again. That is perfect, because you never want to leave.

  CONTINUE >

  Wait

  You decide quickly that the best chance would be not to move. Maybe the mimic will grow bo
red or forget about you.

  But it’s hard! As you kneel there you feel its dark, leathery flesh slide over your own plump pink, raising goose bumps and sending shivers throughout your body.

  “Mmm!” You clamp your lips shut against your moan, gripping your knees to try and suppress the shivers of pleasure which crawl across you. Your breasts throb as the armor lifts them, pulsing against them.

  You shift your hips as the cock the mimic drills within you begins to flex and grind against your inner walls. Your breath grows deep and hot but you must not move! Your every muscle twitches and strains but you deny them release. You must not.

  So still. So tense. You appreciate every motion of the mimic as it clings to you. Pressing against you. The pressure it exerts on your body is strangely pleasant. Comforting almost. To lose control. You swallow thickly, your breasts heaving beneath the teasing pleasure of your living bra. Your quim aching about the cock which continues to grind deep within you.

  “Oh…Oh…” You’ve begun to pant like a dog, breath hitching as the feeling of constriction grows. The leather clutching your curves and pressing tight against your flesh. A knuckle of leather has formed against your asshole and presses against the tight ring of muscles delightfully.

  Before you can stop yourself you try to move. To stretch, and realize you can’t.

  Sudden panic thrills through you. Your lips part. “Ah!” And are silenced as a leather strap wraps about your mouth. “Hah!”

  Panic fills you. You squirm but it’s too late! No master of knots could have bound you more surely. Your arms are pressed together behind you, the leather running down them joining them together. Your legs likewise are strapped together, bound and helpless as a landed fish.

  “Ahhh!” you gasp against your gag. You try to rise but cannot. Your bum pressed securely against your ankle, and when you move, the knot against that hole presses harder against it.

  You jolt violently as the cock within you feeds in deeper. Begins to turn like a screw. “Mmm. Mnnnnn!” You throw back your head, biting down on your leathery gag as your body trembles, muscles quivering beneath the pleasure which radiates from your abused cunt.

  Bound hand and foot, strapped to the floor like some sculpture of earthly pleasure, you thrust your hips desperately against the cock buried within you. You push out, straining, forcing the knuckle of leather harder against your bum. Pressing the leather against your flesh until it cuts. Your orgasm thunders through you, bound to your quivering flesh like a storm within a bottle. You thrash as much as you can, struggling madly as you cum.

  You can feel the leather drink in every drop of your sweat and cum. Swallowing your pleasure with a greediness that’s insatiable. Your body sags, twitching but unable to fall thanks to the very same straps which kept you from rising. Kneeling, shaking, you feel the dim euphoria of surrender.

  Like the glow of a warm fire you feel the leather more acutely against your pale and naked flesh. Feel the mimic. You are so open to it you can feel the monstrous thing of leather and metal begin to join with you. Flesh to flesh. The straps no longer constrict you. They become you. The metal which compresses your breasts and groin are no longer cold, but warmed by the fire of your own lusts.

  Understanding swells from you. This is what the mimic has always lacked. It is a thing. A thing of dim purpose. To join and become. Little more. Nothing less.

  But you. You are human. You lust and hate. A bevy of emotions and desires. The mimic sinks against you, your consciousness merging with it. So seamless in your post coital bliss, you never even notice when you become as one.

  For a time you simply sit there, kneeling, groin thrust out, breasts quivering with the palpating kneading of your bra. Then, you rise. The straps which bound you loosen, sinking into the dark leathers which crisscross your form. You stand slowly, feeling the new you. Feeling the two bodies which now compose you, a distinction becoming less and less palpable with every second. The gag about your mouth falls away, and you lick your puffy lips, tasting the smoky leather lingering.

  “Mmm,” you growl, a sound almost animal. And indeed, animal lust burns within you. Not simply to bind. But to dominate. To rule. To inflict pain and pleasure and enjoy it by the vicarious inflicting of it.

  You stretch. The leather creaks. The metal groans. You gasp, feeling the new strength inhabiting your limbs. You raise one arm, marveling at the tone to your muscles. You clench a fist, smiling savagely to see every ridge of muscle tense in answer. You toss your hair and look to the door out of the tower.

  To the world lying unsuspecting of your coming.

  Your red, red lips smile.

  CONTINUE >

  Submit

  “I am a humble servant of the Great One,” you say. You try to think of some way to command this huge ogre, but you have always been a submissive person. It just doesn’t make sense to try to boss him around. “I bring… his word throughout the land.”

  “His word is pretty,” says the ogre, flashing a broken-toothed smile. “My name is Premble. I guard the waterfall. This makes me servant of the Great One too.”

  “I… I am on my way to Rhilath, but I…”

  “Take charge,” says your mother. “Make him submit to you.”

  “I submit to you,” you say, bowing your head. In your mind, you hear your mother sigh with disappointment.

  “Have fun with the ogre,” she says. “I am not staying around to watch my daughter be humiliated.”

  Shame burns your cheeks as you look down at the rough floor of the cave. You know your mother is disappointed, but even with all the physical confidence the Great One has blessed you with, it cannot entirely change your personality.

  “Herald submits to me?” Premble wonders aloud. “I must have done good thing. To be so blessed! Oh, thank you, Great One!”

  Premble scoops you up and slings you over his brawny shoulder. You gasp as he claps his hand on your bottom in your soaking skirt. The huge ogre carries you back to a room within the cave with a pile of straw upon the floor. He sets you down carefully in the straw and begins to untie the rope around his waist.

  “Take off clothes, herald,” he says. “I will fuck you good to honor Great One.”

  You peel off your drenched clothing and Premble takes each garment and spreads them out on a rock beside a warm seam to a deeper tunnel in the earth.

  “Dry clothes while I fuck you,” says Premble, helping you off with your boots and trousers. “Oh, so pretty, herald. I want to kiss your whole body. I want to put big cock into pretty, pretty pussy.”

  His words make your face burn hotter, but you do not deny his desires. You look up into his eyes as you stand nude before him. His huge hands cradle your hips and he leans his ugly face down and kisses you with surprising gentleness. His fat tongue pushes into your mouth, ruining the tender moment, and his hands roam amorously over your ample curves. He snuffles and licks down to your breasts, dropping heavily onto his knees and slurping at your nipples. His tongue roams around one of your tender nipples and then the other, like some greasy mollusk searching for a morsel of food.

  His fingers press between your thighs, each nearly as thick as a man’s cock as he pushes to inside you at once. You wail with pleasure as he fucks them in and out of your hot channel. He laps and suckles at your soft breasts, spreading his stinking drool over your mounds as his fingers fuck your juicy cunt.

  The ogre’s cock is immense and you take hold of it without thinking. It is much like a human’s cock, but much thicker and misshapen so that one side bulges out while the other side tapers to his tip. Slippery liquid oozes out and coats your fingers as you wank up and down his shaft. He pulls you down to your knees and pushes his glistening tip into your face.

  “Suck ogre cock, herald,” he groans, cradling your head with one huge hand. “Use tongue to… ohhhhhh…”

  He does not have to instruct you twice. You submissively lick his massive cock, running your tongue along the uneven bulge, the ridge of his tip, and f
lick your tongue at his leaking slit. Your hands work his thick shaft and you caress his heavy bollocks. Gentle pressure from his hand on your head urges you to take him into your mouth. It’s a tight fit, but your lust overpowers your reluctance and you begin to slurp and bob your stretched lips eagerly upon the ogre’s member.

  “Ohhhh, so good,” groans Premble. “Pretty herald… sucks ogre… a gift from the Great One.”

  The more you have his warm, lopsided cock in your mouth, the more of his oozing cockslime you swallow, the more you need to be fucked. You moan around him as you bob on Premble’s fat cock and you plunge four fingers into your cunt. You fuck against your fingers as you suck him.

  “You want to fuck,” chuckles the ogre. “Good herald. I fuck you now.”

  He pushes you back onto the straw, his huge form blocking out the light of the torch as he looms over you. His huge cock presses against your slick cunt. You spread your legs wider, wrapping them against his tattooed hips as he rubs his bulging cockbulb along your slippery slit.

  “You want cock?” He grunts.

  “Yes, please,” you moan. “Fuck me, Premble. Fuck my tight human pussy with your huge… ogre… AHHHHHH!”

  You cry out as his cock thrusts into your tight sex, filling you and stretching you. Premble thrusts into you until it feels as if your pussy might split open and his heavy bollocks are bumping against your asshole. He pulls back and thrusts in again, shaking your soft breasts as he grunts, “Nnnnnnn!”

  To your slight surprise, Premble does not power fuck your tight pussy like some wild beast. He rests atop you, smothering you with his massive body, and he kisses you softly as he begins to work his hips. His bumps ogre cock, stuffed tightly into your pussy, begins to piston up and down with his hips. You gasp with pleasure and his tongue invades your mouth. You stroke his blubbery shoulders and squeeze his waist tightly with your legs.