Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

“Let’s talk about this,” you say, resting one hand on your sword and the other on your pistol. “There is no need for us to fight.”

  “Oh, child, I could take whatever I wanted from a human like you.” The queen buzzes higher and gazes down at you imperiously. “But it is so rare that I have a visitor who wishes to talk at all. Mostly they run away in the presence of my power.”

  Her wings flutter with a last buzz as she settles down on her feet. She folds her arms across her tanned breasts and tilts her head to one side. It is hard to judge her mood by her huge compound eyes, but her antennae bend inquisitively.

  “I will hear you out,” she says. “But as the queen of this garden, I reserve the right to sting you to death if you displease me.”

  “Well, I can’t be your servant, I mean, I would like to, you seem very nice and, um beautiful, and regal. Very regal and royal. But I am on a quest to find my mother and sister.” You try to gauge her reaction, but her expression does not change. “My sister, Kara, she looks much like me only she has all-white hair and she is taller and skinnier. She is very tough. I was wonder, did she come through here?”

  “Does this Kara have a scar upon her face?” The queen asks.

  “Yes, from her eyebrow down past her lips,” you say, drawing the scar on your face with a fingertip.

  “She was here,” says the queen bee and her wings buzz with irritation. “She threw a spear at me that she had fashioned from bramblewood and when I chased her she kicked me in my breasts.”

  The queen massages her ample breasts. You try to ignore the twinge of desire you feel watching this inhuman creature touch herself.

  “So she went into the manor?” You ask excitedly.

  “Yes, she went inside. What makes you think I am going to permit you to do the same?”

  “Maybe we could make a deal or something,” you suggest. “I know some magic. Maybe I know something that could help you.”

  “I do not trust magic,” she says, tilting up her chin as if she looks down upon sorcery. “However, yes, perhaps there is something you could offer me.”

  She comes closer and you inhale the strange musk her body exudes. It is a strong smell, almost like an unwashed musk of sweat, unpleasant, but also somehow exciting and forbidden. Like the musk of sweat trapped in a woman’s most intimate hair. You feel a bit dizzy breathing in the aroma, but it is not completely overpowering.

  The queen bee reaches out her slender fingers and touches your abdomen. You suck in a breath as she says, “Soft and warm. As I told you before, human, I am a queen without subject and I require workers to tend to my garden. I could put my eggs inside your warm little body just long enough for them to hatch.”

  “The curse of the island,” you gasp, watching as she lifts your bodice up from your waist and begins to stroke your abdomen just above your pubic mound. “The c-curse would make me fall in love with you.”

  “I do not know if that is true or not,” says the queen. “All who obey me learn to love me. It is the nature of my royal pheromones. But if you make a bargain with me, I will command you to leave.”

  “Command me?” You gasp and shudder slightly as her fingertip brush against your hot cunt.

  She withdraws her hand and looks you in the eyes. She is standing so close that her long, erect nipples are touching your bodice.

  “You will have to obey me, human. Even if the charm upon this island makes you long for me.”

  “H-how long will it take for the e-eggs? And will it h-hurt me?”

  “Hours only, my dear,” she buzzes with excitement, sensing your defenses are weakening. “There will be only pleasure, I assure you, and no harm will come to you. It is an enjoyable experience.”

  She caresses your face and leans her lips close to yours. “My name is Zizza. What do they call you, human?”

  “Penny,” you say, barely resisting the urge to kiss her.

  “Very well, Penny,” she says, cradling your chin. “Do we have a deal? One clutch of my eggs for your freedom?”

  What do you do?

  Refuse her offer and use magic to escape

  Accept her offer and allow her to implant her eggs

  Life as a wanderer ending

  The pod bursts open with a sudden crack of its rind that startles several birds nesting in the nearby brambles. Amber liquid spills out of the growing fissure in the purple pod and a glistening figure slides out. She rises awkwardly and stands for the first time, her body dripping with sweet-smelling sap. She gazes down with her simple eyes at the slippery mounds of her lavender breasts. She hefts them in her hands and feels the spongy movement of fluid inside them. She squeezes her breasts and coos with pleasure as fine streams of amber-colored liquid spray out in several directions.

  The newly-born plant girl does not have a name, but she knows her purpose. She must share her sap with the warm creatures that sometimes wander into the garden. She must make them feel good and convince them to climb into one of mother’s clam-shell pods.

  It is an overcast, chilly day as she staggers out of the courtyard in search of a warm creature that walks on two legs. Days and nights pass and she wanders slowly, but tirelessly, among the hedgerows. Sometimes she encounters one of her sisters. They exchange coos of recognition or the occasional friendly touch. Their lips curl into smiles as they continue on their way.

  After many days, a man wanders into the maze. He is dirty and tired. He holds a wooden club and shouts at her, “Stay back! I’m warning you!”

  “Please,” she says, undeterred by his club. “I only want to make you feel nice. Give me a kiss.”

  She presses her lips to his and thrusts her sap-covered tongue into the warmth of his mouth. He pushes back for only a moment before yielding to the nectar that flows from within her body. She takes his hand and brings him to the clearing.

  “What is this?” He murmurs.

  “That’s mother,” she says. “You will like her.”

  “I don’t know if…”

  His words trail off as she kisses him again and smothers his doubts with the syrupy sweetness of her tongue. Her hands are trained by buried memory to undress him. She pulls off his ragged shirt and removes the rope he wears for a belt. His trousers fall down and his manhood rises from a dense patch of dark hair. She grips his rigid manhood in her hand as she kisses him. He thrusts his hips and strokes his cock into her grasp, smearing his own oozing nectar on her fingers and palm.

  The plant girl caresses his soft brown hair as she kisses him and guides his hardness between her thighs. She rubs the folds of her cunt against him, spreading more of her sap upon his manhood and further inflaming his desire.

  “I must fuck you,” he grunts.

  “Yes, traveler,” she cries, sprawling on the ground. “Put your warm flesh inside me.”

  He thrusts into her with exquisite force and licks and kisses her shuddering breasts. She locks her stiff legs around him, pulling him deeper, and with her hands pulls him against her breast to feed him with the sweet sap of her breasts. She knows that soon he will be in a haze of pleasure and will be happy to go where she wants. He roughly grips her breasts, causing more of her nectar to gush into his mouth as he fucks in and out of her slippery quim.

  “Oooh, yes,” she moans. “Fill me with your warmth!”

  Soon enough, his cock is throbbing inside her as he pours his hot human seed into the clutching chamber of her cunt. Her sweet kisses and delicious sap have him hard again in no time and she takes him into her mouth and pleasures him until his warmth squirts into her mouth. A third time she rides atop him, her breasts bouncing and splashing her sap against his bearded face and furry chest. He cradles her round bottom until he arches and groans and fills her pussy once again.

  One of her sisters joins them in the throes of their pleasure and she sits atop his face to feed him another portion of their sweet sap. The plant girls kiss and coo with pleasure. The human cums again and again for the pretty plant sisters.

  When he is exhau
sted, the newly-grown plant girl and her sister guide him to the comfortable, fleshy interior of one of mother’s pods.

  “Is this safe?” He chuckles.

  “It will be wonderful, brother,” coos the older plant girl.

  “Yes, mother makes everything better,” agrees the newly formed sister. She rests her hand on the lid as it closes around him. The other plant girl gets up and leaves, but the younger plant girl remains by the pod, listening to the soft gurgle of the fluid slowly filling up the chamber. She remembers something. It is not her memory, but the memory of the other one. The human who slowly melted inside the pod and nourished the root the plant girl would become.

  There was another sister for her. Another purpose than bringing humans to the mother. What were they? Once, in this other life, she even had a name. She can’t remember that.

  She rises to her feet and staggers slowly out of the courtyard. She smiles as she thinks about the plant boy who will be born out of the pod. She has a new purpose.

  BAD END

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  Offer your pussy to the beast

  You gasp as you mentally surrender to your desire. You hear a strangely girlish giggle from your mother and she purrs, “Good girl, Penelope. I knew you would not disappoint me.”

  You lie down on the floor, on your back, staring into the four glowing eyes of the beast as you part your creamy thighs and pull your dream gown up your waist. Your pussy is strangely hairless in your dream and your folds are instantly swollen and glistening, eagerly awaiting the beast’s savage touch. He growls and licks his chops as he approaches you.

  “Oh, gods,” you moan.

  “No,” laughs your mother. “The great one. There will soon be only one god and he works through the beast in this glorious moment. Give yourself to him.”

  “Yesssss,” you gasp, yield to your mother’s demented urging. You reach down and pull your legs up to offer yourself more fully to the beast. Your mother tells you to pull them up further and you lift behind your knees until your knees are practically on your tits. You quiver with perverse desire as the beast lopes closer. His animal musk grows stronger. His hot breath tickles against your wet pussy and clenched anus.

  He sniffs and snuffles at your cunt. His wet nose brushes against the backs of your thighs and his hot breath caresses your asshole. You gasp at the sensations and throw your head back on the black velvet floor.

  The beast grunts and begins to lick you. His hot, soft, pink tongue laps from the tender clench of your asshole, over your aching pussy, to the throbbing bud of your clit. You lift your head to watch over your shuddering breasts as the beast laps at you. He looks up as his tongue lashes your clit, meeting your gaze and sending a thrill of pleasure through you as surely as his tongue caressing your clit. His tongue is huge and soft and does not press inside of you, only laps at your clit, folds, and ass, driving you towards a wailing orgasm.

  “Yes, cum for him,” cries your mother, falling to her knees beside you and holding your feet. “He tastes your pleasure. Cum on his tongue.”

  “Ohhhhh, yesssss!” You wail, your face contorting with the agony of your pleasure. “I’m cummmming!”

  The beast snorts and seems to lick you even more hungrily. Your orgasm rises, peaks, and your body begins to spasm with intense pleasure. Hot waves of ecstasy radiating from your pussy and clit and ripple through your body. Your mother holds your feet tightly and you feel like a drawn bow finally experiencing the pleasure of releasing your arrow, straight into the licking mouth of the beast. He dines on every drop of your nectar that spills from your pussy and bathes your pink puckered asshole in his hot saliva.

  As your pleasure subsides, the beast lifts his head from between your trembling thighs and stares at you with his animal hunger. He climbs over you and his hot cock reaches nearly to your breasts, brushing against your inner thighs and touching your slick pussy and your tummy as he stands atop you. His furry heat radiates onto you and his bestial scent drives you wild with new lust.

  “Let me put a cushion beneath you,” says your mother. “Lift your bottom, my dear.”

  You pull your legs harder behind your knees, lifting your ass even more, and your mother slides a thick cushion of black velvet beneath your ass and lower back. You settle onto it and the angle is perfect for the beast to enter you. He steps back a bit and the huge, pink tip of his cock presses at your dewy entrance. It rubs against your folds and your clit and nearly makes you cum again.

  Your mother reaches beneath the beast’s hulking body and guides his cock into you. Feeling your pussy finally yielding to the pressure, the beast lurches forward and thrusts his extremely warm and thick cock deep into your aching channel. Your eyes go wide and you wail with mad pleasure as you are filled with the monstrous length of the beast’s cock. It is slick and even soft, but also rigid and thrusting deep enough to press against your cervix.

  The feeling of the beast moving atop you and thrusting in and out of your pussy with the frenzied strokes of a monster is a religious experience. Each urgent thrust filling you with his cock is like faith being driven into your depths and each stroke back, sliding against your clutching walls, is a reminder that his favor could be withdrawn at any moment. You let go of your legs and wrap them around them. You cling to his musty fur and the warmth of his body.

  The beasts human-like hands grip your shoulders and he looks down into your face, his tongue lolling from his savage mouth, but his eyes narrowed with pleasure.

  “Ohhhhhh, yes!” You cry, gazing up at him as you cum once more. Your body spasms beneath him and seems to feed on his heat. Your pussy flexes around his thrusting cock with each throb of pleasure. This is everything you needed and more. You understand that now.

  He fucks you furiously, driving through the tightness of your orgasm and propelling you towards another. The furry root of his sheath tickles against your cuntlips each time he buries his entire length inside you. He howls with sudden pleasure and his cock throbs inside you. Hot liquid pours into your depths, filling you with a sense of peace and strength you never knew before this moment. The sheer quantity of bestial spunk quickly overflows your stretched pussy and pours in a silky stream down over your asshole.

  “Feel his essence fill you,” moans your mother, watching rapturously. “Take everything he has to offer.”

  “Yes!” You cry, your body tensing with your fifth or sixth orgasm. “Yes, give it all to me!”

  His massive member seems to swell just above his root, bulging and pressing into you in a thick knot of flesh that seals your pussy and stretches your walls. He is still cumming inside you, squirting out his bestial brew, but there is nowhere for it to escape with your sex stuffed with his knot. As it pushes all the way inside your pussy, you reach a moment of exquisite pleasure, as if there is something like an orgasm that feels like a climax within a climax. The dark cottage flashes white and a sense of subservient peace comes over you.

  “All praise the great one,” your mother moans, caressing your shoulders. “All hail to his glorious reign on this world.”

  Everything is swallowed up by the whiteness as your body is filled with the power of the beast.

  CONTINUE >

  Refuse to join Boggen Luckfen

  You have led a soft life as a researcher and scribe in Akrane, the sort of life that makes it easy to imagine how Boggen Luckfen could pamper you. It would be so easy to give in to his offer and join him on his journey. Pleasuring him has been surprisingly enjoyable and you have great apprehension about the road ahead for your quest to reach your sister and mother. But that goal cannot be denied. Even if your sister and mother were not in peril, Kara wrote of a great evil that could imperil the known world. You cannot sit idle and wait for fate to arrive at your doorstep.

  “I cannot join you, Bog,” you say, stroking his chest. “My mother and sister need me. They may be in danger.”

  “We could hire some men to go to this island and help them,” he
suggests.

  You can only imagine how some poor hirelings would fare in the face of real monsters. No, even hard men, veterans of wars, are less prepared than you to confront the true horrors of that may be lurking on Ctharne.

  “This is my duty,” you murmur and kiss his shoulder, “to my family. I cannot turn away from my quest.”

  He grumbles unhappily, but does not push the matter further. He pulls your naked body against his side and absently strokes your bottom. You nuzzle against his hairy chest and slide one shapely leg over him, feeling his cock stirring against your thigh. His idle caressing becomes more intentional. He rolls you onto your back and begins kissing your lips.

  “Let us recall the pleasure of our journey one final time,” he murmurs.

  “Yessss,” you moan, arching your back and spreading your thighs to him.

  After three days spent with Bog, it all falls into an easy, comfortable pattern. His hands explore your body as his kiss follows. You take him into your mouth, sucking sweetly at his cock while his fingers pump in and out of your slippery cunt. You guide his spit-slicked cock between your soft breasts and squeeze him between your mounds. He thrusts his cock between your tits and you roll your tongue around his swollen tip.

  He stops short of finishing in your mouth and dismounts from between your breasts. He climbs atop your body, thrusts into you and kissing you as his cock invades your steamy quim. He works his hardness in and out, his tight balls against the divot of your asshole. You cum for him, hard, legs wrapping around his bulky body and your cunt grasp his thrusting cock.

  Bog groans with pleasure of his own and spurts his seed deep into your clutching cunt. You kiss him, moaning sweetly as you feel him filling you with his hot load. His thrusts slow and he settles atop you, laughing into a kiss and stroking your chestnut hair as he catches his breath. His cock begins to deflate inside your cream-stuffed pussy.