Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, herald,” Premble groans, his breath hot against your face, “Your pussy is too tight. My seed is going to spill.”

  You remember what your mother said about controlling your fertility. You may have submitted to Premble, but you are not ready to end your journey as his pregnant mate. You seal your womb with the same conscious thought you might bite your lip or wink an eye.

  The ogre bellows atop you, thrusting so hard his cock batters against your cervix and his weight is almost crushing you. His cock throbs inside you and a hot flood of his seed gushes into your tight channel. The sudden throbbing pressure is enough to trigger your own orgasm. You cry out beneath him, your pussy squeezing against him with your orgasmic contractions. You are so stuffed with his cock that his spunk pours out of your pussy with each spurt, oozing down over your asshole and dripping into the straw.

  Premble’s thrusts slow, his ragged breathing eases, and he rolls off of you. His cock leaves your flooded pussy with a lewd slurp.

  “What a reward,” he chuckles. “The Great One is truly great one.”

  “I’m… thank you for your faith in the Great One,” you say.

  He smiles at you and strokes your breasts idly.

  “We fuck again?” He asks hopefully.

  “I have much faith to share with the land,” you say, trying to smile sweetly. Truth be told, you do not know if you could survive another bout with Premble, at least not in that position. Your pelvis aches from bearing the weight of his thrusts.

  “Yes, yes, understand, herald. I take you to tunnel. Show you out. Where you go?”

  “To Rhilath,” you say, standing up on shaking legs and feeling more of his cum dripping out. He sees your messy state and hands you a rough cloth to clean up.

  “I make you package of salted fish to take,” he says. “Many fish. Good ones. Then you put on dry clothes and I take you.”

  Once you are dressed, Premble provides you with a reed-wrapped parcel of salted fish. They smell a bit bad, but you thank him for the food and he leads you through a winding tunnel that slopes gradually up to the surface. You arrive at a rocky expanse of open land facing a dead-looking forest.

  “Beyond those trees,” says Premble, “is Field of Holes. Beware the Ullek. It eats everything, even heralds.”

  Ullek? That triggers a memory, some creature you have researched before, but it was not called an Ullek. Something similar. You thank Premble with a hug around his huge neck and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Visit any time, herald,” he says and he gives you a crooked smile.

  You set off across the rocky open ground and the dead forest in the distance.

  CONTINUE >

  Ask her to give you a final kiss

  "A... a kiss," you say softly. "I think that would be nice."

  "Oh, yes," Alyssa agrees, pressing you back among the cushions on her bed. "It will be very nice for you, Penelope. Only pleasure. And when it is over, you will be remade as one of my whores, to work here with your sister in the Place of Crimson Silk."

  "Thank you," you say, feeling a strange sense of elation as you gaze up at the beautiful demoness.

  "You are adorable," she chuckles. She crawls atop you, straddling your waist and allowing her plentiful breasts to dangle against your soft mounds. Her thighs grip you and her hard nipples press against you. Her flesh is so warm and lovely. Everywhere she touches you excites your nerves and makes you crave more. She smoothes your white lock of hair from your face and cradles your cheek. "Nothing but pleasure, my sweet huntress. Nothing else at all."

  Her first kiss is like flower petals brushing sweetly across your lips. You open your mouth to her, but she has already pulled away. She dips lower again, her nose bumping softly against yours and her lips pressing more insistently. You moan into her kiss and wrap your arms around her. There is no fight in this at all for you as your lips part eagerly to the sweet thrust of her tongue. Her lips lock tightly and you feel a strange suction, not literal, but somehow she is drawing flickering violet energy from your mouth into her own.

  As this essence leaves you, her tongue swirls within your mouth and you are seized by intense, full-body pleasure. It is not an orgasm, but it is no less wonderful. You want to laugh with amazement or cry out with the ecstasy of the sensation, but her mouth is there, clamped tightly and sucking out more and more. You feel yourself falling upwards into darkness. It is warm and not at all scary. Alyssa is all around you, embracing you as your soul detaches from the drained husk of your flesh and enters the eternity inside the demoness.

  You feel the last thudding of your shriveled heartbeat as if from a great distance.

  “Goodbye, sweet huntress,” whispers Alyssa. “This is not the end.”

  You are freed and reborn. You emerge with new eyes and new purpose from a pulsing violet heart within a strange cave. Alyssa and Kara are both there to greet you.

  “Your new life begins, my sweet Penelope,” she says, taking your hand. Lingerie wraps your ample curves. You feel a throbbing lust that surges at Alyssa’s touch. “You will serve my customers here in my brothel for all of eternity. You belong to me.”

  “Yes, mistress,” you say, smiling gladly. The thought of serving Alyssa and the customers is all that matters to you now. Your quest, the Great One, and your mother have all been forgotten.

  "Your sister will serve just as eagerly, won't you Kara?"

  Your sister smiles warmly and steps forward to take Alyssa's hand. The succubus guides her towards you.

  "Yes, mistress," coos Kara. You embrace your sister and kiss her with the desire of a lover.

  “Oh, Penny, it is so good to see you,” she says, her lingerie-wrapped body so lovely against your own.

  Alyssa embraces you both and says, “My lovely huntresses. You will serve me now and forever.”

  “Yes, mistress,” you and Kara joyfully cry.

  You and your sister have been consumed by the succubus. You are now, and will forever be, whores in the Palace of Crimson Silk.

  CONTINUE >

  Eagerly embrace this twisted opportunity

  You've always found your sister beautiful and it wasn't until now, freed of the taboo, that you realize how badly you want to fuck her. You're almost grateful to the doppelganger for giving you this opportunity.

  Your embrace her and press a kiss to her lips. Your tongue slips into her mouth and it takes a moment for this Kara imposter to realize you are eagerly agreeing to her terms. She laughs against your lips and her tongue slips and slides over yours.

  “I will take that as agreement,” she murmurs and reaches around to squeeze your plump ass through your skirt.

  “Of course I agree,” you say. “How could I pass up this opportunity? Where is your bed?”

  “So eager!” She laughs with delight. “You shameless slut. I think I like you.”

  She takes your hands and pulls you towards the staircase leading to the second floor. Just before the bottom step, you push her against the wall, into the glow of a candelabrum, and begin kissing her and ravishing your sister’s firm body with your hands. Your tongue wars with hers as you untie her leather armor and pull it away from her tunic. You nearly burst the laces of her light shirt and expose the pert mounds of your sister’s modest bosom.

  “Yessss,” she gasps as you press your face to her tits, kissing them wantonly and running your tongue over the tiny, pink buds of her nipples. You suck at them even as your hands are already working to relieve her of her sword belt and strip down her tight leather trousers.

  You moan against her small breasts and push a hand between her thighs. You feel the trimmed patch of her white pubic hair and the steamy heat of her cunt. She looks at you with giddy lust, “Go on then, sister. Have a taste. You know that’s what you want.”

  “Mmmmmm,” you agree, kissing your way down her flat, hitching tummy to her pussy, fragrant with her arousal. You run your fingers over her slick folds and brush your lips across the silky trim of her white hair. It holds her
strong scent, her arousal, and you breathe it in as you lash your tongue against her cunt. Her folds are hot and slick, her juice is tangy and sweet, and you cannot get enough as you slide your tongue deeper and taste her clutching channel. You moan as you lap at her cunt and run your tongue up to the bud of her clit. She combs the fingers of both hands into your chestnut hair, balancing her shoulders against the wall as she thrusts her hips forward and rides against your mouth.

  “Nnnnnnnnn!” You moan, thrusting your tongue deep and brushing your lip against her clit.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she gasps. “Oh, sweet sister, I knew you would come. I remember the letter I sent to you. Ohhhh by the shadow gods, your tongue is incredible. I’m going to… going to… already… aaaHHH!!”

  She pushes her head back against the wall and gyrates her hips, fucking urgently against your tongue and spilling her sweet nectar into your mouth. You clamp your lips around her clit and suck at her hard bud, finger-fucking her as her inner walls spasm with pleasure.

  Her gyrations slow and you lift your face from between her thighs. She pulls you into a passionate kiss, sharing your lust and her juices between your tangling tongues.

  “To your bed,” you say. “I need more.”

  “Of course, sister,” she moans and kisses you again, her lips open and her tongue fencing with yours. She grinds her pussy against your thigh until she finally cannot take it any longer. She laughs and pulls you upstairs, into a room with a crackling fireplace and a huge, four-poster bed.

  You kiss Kara hungrily as she strips off your clothing, leaving a pile on the floor by the fire as you climb into the bed with this woman wearing the guise of your sister. Your legs entwine with hers and your soft, heavy breasts smother her pert mounds. Sighs of lust and giggles of cheeky pleasure are accompanied by the crackling fire.

  The heat of your kiss only breaks when she gasps, "I want to taste you, sister."

  It is an invitation you cannot refuse. Kara pulls you atop her face. You straddle her and run your fingers through her silky white hair. You furry cunt smothers her lips and her tongue plunges into your hot channel. She reaches up to cradle your ample ass and urge you with her hands to rock your hips and ride atop her eager face. She laps at your folds and sucks deftly at your clit.

  There is no questioning your sister's incredible talent for oral pleasure. You are cumming loudly, bucking atop her face in no time at all, and you spare a moment to wonder if these talents belonged to Kara or are part of some other identity the doppelganger has absorbed. She triggers a second orgasm immediately after your first by working her middle finger up your arse. You decide you don't care about the source of her expertise, but you will take advantage of it fully.

  "Ohhhhhh, gods, Kara, I'm cumming again," you moan, your ass clenching around her thrusting finger and your juices spilling into her sucking mouth.

  "Cum for me, my sweet sister!" She moans beneath you. "Cummmmmmmm!"

  Her licking slows and she slips her finger out of your tight asshole. You slide off her flushed and sweaty face and resume kissing her, savoring the sweetness of your cunt lingering upon her lip. You giggle at the pleasure she has given you already and pull her toned body against your soft curves.

  This goes beyond merely meeting some demand that the doppelganger imposed; you feel liberated by embracing your desire for your sister. Your body burns with lust and your heart pounds with the need for more of her affection. You play your nipples against hers, rubbing back and forth, teasing your plump nipples against her tiny buds.

  "Rub your pussy against mine," she moans. "It feels incredible. Let me show you..."

  You stretch out on the bed, legs interlocked and your furry mound pressed to your sister's hot patch. Your slick lips find hers and she clings to your hip and thrusts her own, grinding her hot cunt against yours. The pleasure is unique, a warm pressure that slides over your folds and up to your clit, moving back down again as she writhes. You catch the rhythm of her movements and begin to move to match it, pressing your pussy against hers and looking into the bright gold of her eyes.

  Writhing together on her bed, you rise in perfect unison towards a mutual orgasm. Your breasts heave, sweat drips from your hairline and your face becomes quite flushed. Kara's muscular body seems to glow with her sweat in the firelight. She bucks against you, gasping with exertion and pleasure as her pussy rides against yours.

  "Oh, my sister," you moan. "It's so good."

  "Yes, yes," she agrees. "Cum with me, Penelope. Let us cum together!"

  "Ahhhh!" You cry as your ecstasy rises to meet hers. The bed shakes as you both buck against each other, your hips jerking and your slick cunt pouring out your juices to mingle with hers. You spend your pleasure in a wailing, writhing ecstasy, your pussy slipping over your sister's. You collapse from the effort and shudder with the aftershocks.

  The force of your orgasm has momentarily left you drained. Kara rolls onto her side and climbs next to you on the bed. Her fingers tease your nipples and she kisses you shoulder as you try to catch your breath.

  "Finished already?" She chuckles and nibbles at your earlobe.

  "Only... just getting started," you promise.

  You bathe with your sister in a brass tub full of steamy water. Relaxing with her in the warm tub leads to more touching, which leads to more kissing, which naturally becomes you bent over the side of the tub and your sisters hot tongue wiggling up your ass. She spreads your wet cheeks and fucks your bottom with her tongue as her fingers attack your slick cunt. Your orgasm is wild and unrestrained by any concern for your real sister.

  Nor do you think of Kara's plight as you sprawl Kara out on the towels she has brought with you to bathe and lick her fresh cunt until she wraps her long legs around your head. She bucks with pleasure and you reach up to pinch her little nipples. Sucking up her sweet nectar only drives you to further lust and before long you are kissing her and she is kissing you and your fingers are driving each other to mutual pleasure.

  Together, in the bed, after a furious final tongue-fucking session, you lie truly exhausted. There is a dazed smile on your face as you stare up at the shadows produced by the firelight.

  "Stay with me," says Kara, taking your hand and kissing your fingers. "Every day could be like this. Every night. We could live here together."

  "As sisters?"

  "And lovers," she says, gently cradling your face and looking into your eyes.

  In that moment, you realize that you do not care for the idea of your sister, the illusion in the mirror, you love this version of her. This flesh and blood entangles your heart and inspires such fervent lust. You kiss her softly on the lips and admit, "I could not refuse. I love you, Kara."

  "I love you, Penelope," she cries.

  Despite your exhaustion, you somehow find the energy to celebrate long into the night. The gods you know would damn you for your behavior, but surely there must be other gods. You are home and you have Kara. You need nothing else to be happy.

  CONTINUE >

  “I’ve been very bad.”

  “I’ve been very bad,” you murmur. Alyssa’s smile only seems to grow wider.

  “Yes, you have, you little huntress slut,” she looks you in the eyes as she pinches your right nipple. She twists it lightly, sending a sharp spike of pain through your breast and causing you to cry out. She stretches your breast and lifts the weight of it by your nipple. She hisses, “You need to be punished.”

  “Oh, yessss,” you moan, desperately craving whatever punishment Alyssa has in store.

  SWACK! You gasp as Alyssa slaps your lifted breast with her other hand. She quickly slaps it again and again, causing it to jiggle and bounce beneath your pinched nipple. SWACK! SWACK! SWACK! Tears well in your eyes. Your creamy breast reddens from the blows. You whimper with discomfort as the sharp sting of each slap recedes to hot, throbbing pain.

  “Please, mistress,” you cry. “It hurts.”

  Alyssa leans her lips to yours, brushing against your mouth
, but not quite kissing you. She pinches your nipple harder and says, “That’s the idea, my dear.”

  SWACK! SWACK! She gives your breast two more sharp slaps. You whimper from the pain. She releases your pinched right nipple and immediately pinches your left nipple. Her fingers are a vise against your tender nipple. She twists your bud and lifts your breast up and… SWACK! SWACK! Her other hand slaps your breast. SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!

  It hurts so much that you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet, brow knitted as you cry with the pain of what Alyssa is doing to you. She bounces your breasts with her rough slaps, her lips nearly brushing against yours as you gasp pitifully. She releases your nipple only to grab a handful of your hair, pull you with her as she sits on the edge of the bed, and roughly shove you over her knee.

  THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! She spanks your bottom again and again. They are sharp blows that fall against your bare buttocks as if her hand was a wooden paddle.

  “Look at that ass redden,” laughs Alyssa, delivering several more sharp smacks to your buttocks. You squirm atop her lap and whimper with the lingering pain of the spanking.

  “Please, mistress,” you gasp. “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be a good girl from now on.”

  She gives you one more THWACK! Your bottom burns with the heat of her spanking. Her hand lingers and gently strokes your buttocks. She gives your ass a firm squeeze.

  “Tell me, huntress,” she says, caressing your throbbing bottom, “you’ve been very bad… but have you been a dirty girl?”

  What do you say?

  "Yes, I've been dirty!"

  "No, I'm not a dirty girl!"

  Parley

  If your sister came through this garden, you need to know more. This self-proclaimed queen bee seems less menacing that most of the monsters you have encountered so far. Perhaps she could provide you with answers about Kara.