Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  The slime girls assault your soiled thighs and ass with their gooey tongues. They lick and suck at your flesh, slurping up their own spunk in a depraved effort to clean you up. It feels so perversely wonderful that you very nearly cum all over again. At last, they put you on your feet and give you room to get dressed and pull on your backpack.

  You start for the door, eager to resume your journey.

  “You know, you could stay longer with me,” says the protean, lounging on a bed made from her own slime. “There are so many more pleasures I could show you.”

  Of course, you want that, but you feel a duty to your mother and sister. You have to find them.

  CONTINUE >

  Take the Girl

  You look down at silver hair just visible between your legs. The thought of corrupting something of such purity. Of fucking raw a being of a heavenly host is so deliciously sacrilegious you practically cum all over its face right there.

  “A woman,” you whisper in delight. “I want her soft and sweet and oh so fuckable.”

  Alyssa smiles knowingly. “Mmm. What a lovely idea Penny. And I might make a few changes of my own...”

  You barely register Alyssa’s words, twisting about, careful to keep your cunt firmly pressed against Gallatha’s face. You shiver and grin as you feel his tongue struggle against your heated flesh, and with a different sort of delight, you scoot forward, burying Gallatha’s face under the plump cheeks of your bum.

  You lean forward, your breasts coming to rest on its golden stomach. The purity of its flesh tingles through your shirt and sparks against your nipples, hardening them like diamonds. You hiss with pleasure as you drag them across his flesh and bring your mouth over the runed circle.

  You examine the design Alyssa has sketched, then press your lust plumped lips to it.

  A brilliance shoots through your mouth and into your head. Your body vibrates like you’ve kissed a lightning bolt. You gasp, but the sensation is far from painful. Nor is it unpleasant. You moan and wriggle, grinding Gallatha’s face beneath your cushiony rear. You clutch its thighs and press your lips harder against its glorious flesh.

  You feel Alyssa’s fingers on your head. “You know what to do,” she croons.

  You realize you do. Some dark depth of your soul does. Some part of you that delights in this corruption. Of turning a being of such love and purity to something dark and sinful. You feel the corruption which crawls in your soul and across your skin. You gather it in your stomach, and breathe.

  The tingling beneath your lips cools. Gallatha thrashes in sudden desperation but you merely lift your bum a little and then slam it back down on its face, all the while deepening the kiss. Your tongue slips from between your lips and strokes him. You feel the flesh beneath your tongue divot, parting. But a pussy is merely part of it. You imagine the radiant figure with more feminine curves. Hips and breasts, a narrow stomach and long silver hair.

  Your fingers dig into Gallatha’s golden thighs and gasp as you feel them round and grow plush. Something soft presses against your stomach and you feel a jolt as twin nubs of flesh drag against you. You tongue slips inside of it – no, her! For there is no question any longer. Her taste tingles across your tastebuds as you eagerly lap at her new-grown virgin cunt.

  Gallatha has stopped struggling beneath you. You feel her plumping lips move against your skin, mouthing wordless gasps of sudden pleasure. She begins to quiver, and you feel her tension grow. You realize with a start she probably has never experienced an orgasm before. Never even conceived of such a thing. Delight fills you, and you jam your tongue deeper within her, teasing her with renewed vigor. You feel her twitch, arch, and screams in confused pleasure into your jiggling flesh.

  She cums like a fountain. Eagerly you lap up her juices. Her taste explodes across your tongue, writhing down your throat and focusing in your swollen cunt. You moan, clamping your lips about her runed cunt as your own twitches and spills your juices all across the radiant woman’s golden face.

  Alyssa slaps your bum with delight. “Move Penelope! I want to hear the little whore moan!”

  “Mmm. I do too.” Arching, looking back, you lift your ass off Gallatha’s face. You feel her breath gasp against your tender mons, washing against the Great One’s mark and sending a pulse of indescribable pleasure through your core.

  “O-oh! Ah! Wha…what are you doing t-to me!” Gallatha moans.

  Your head spins and tongue tingles at her flavor and you giggle at how high her voice has become. “Making a woman out of you,” you say delightedly. “Don’t you love it?”

  “This…ah…this…”

  She trails off Alyssa looms over her, the demoness’s grin fierce as a cat finding a crippled songbird. “It’s called pleasure lovely. And isn’t it grand?”

  Gallatha grits his teeth and stares hatefully at Alyssa. “S-shameful whore! You will s-suffer eternally for this! BEGO-“

  You slap your bum down on her naughty face, a gasping moan escaping you as her interrupted spell shocks your cunt. “Mmm. Naughty, naughty,” you giggle, grinding your cunt against her nose, delighting in the helpless mewls she mouths against your bottom. Suffocating a being of such holiness with your ass. It’s too good!

  Alyssa grins at your efforts. “Here.” She produces from a fur trimmed sleeve a burgundy collar of leather. “Raise your ass a bit Penelope, love. Let’s make sure she doesn’t say any other naughty things. Well, aside from what we want her to.”

  “Certainly,” you breathe. Rotating about atop him so you once more face Gallatha’s head, you scoot back, dragging your ass and cunt across her face, leaving a streak of your juices before you come to rest on her stomach. Gallatha sputters, blinking her brilliant white eyes. Before she can find voice to her spell Alyssa clamps the collar about her slender throat.

  Gallatha bucks from the shock, a cry escaping her lips as runes about the collar flash with a crimson light. She grimaces, fighting through the pain. “B-BURN!” she cries with a ringing tone of damnation.

  You pause, tensing. Waiting.

  Nothing.

  Alyssa throws back her head and laughs in terrible triumph. Gallatha stares, horrified. “Be gone! Burn! Be-“

  You silence her with a harsh, devouring kiss. She sobs against your but you don’t care. You’re beyond caring. This last bit, the robbing of her powers, overcomes your already tenuous self-control. You push past her tingling lips with your tongue and ruthlessly crush her beneath your carnal form. Slender and fair, like something painted on a church’s ceiling, you grasp her breasts and squeeze them, molding their modest size in your hands. Your thumbs and fingers squeeze her nipples and she wriggles beneath you.

  “Keep at her Penny,” Alyssa grins as she crouches between Gallatha’s legs. With ease she parts the woman’s golden thighs to reveal her rune-marked cunt. Alyssa’s tongue flicks from her lips. Then, she shoves her face forward, locking her lips with Gallatha’s folds.

  Gallatha bucks, her shining eyes shooting open. She screams a helpless moan into your lips, her lashes fluttering to a lidded haze of helpless pleasure. You almost feel pity for the radiant figure. You’ve been on the receiving end of Alyssa’s oral attentions often enough to know how compelling her lips can be. The sinful things her tongue can do. And to a being who had never before experienced pleasures of the flesh…

  You grow tender, cradling Gallatha in your arms as you passionately kiss her. She moans and quivers, seizing at the sympathy of your touch even as Alyssa plunders her cunt. It takes no time for the poor servant of the goddess to come to the edge. She tenses in your arms, gasping, and you feel her cum.

  You break the kiss. “Ah. Ahhhh!” Gallatha screams as Alyssa’s tongue twists and toys with her clit. Tenderly you pepper her face with kisses, stroking her arms and head as Alyssa drags the shrieking pleasure out for the poor girl.

  But all things must end. Whimpering, Gallatha grows limp against you, as if all the tension in her body found escape on Alyssa’s tongue. You gaze do
wn with rapacious satisfaction at the heavenly face, smeared with your juices, lips plump from your crushing kisses.

  You feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up, staring at Alyssa, and something that wasn’t there before.

  The succubus has banished her clothes, and stands in all her naked glory. Where Gallatha’s form is one of purity and chastity, the succubus with her gravity defying breasts and achingly feminine curves is a thing of raw lust. Hot desire shoots through you at the sight of her horns and wings. Her curving fangs and wicked eyes.

  And as your eyes travel lower, you find not her hairless cunt, but a throbbing demonic cock.

  “Let’s take her together Penny,” Alyssa breathes, stroking her demonic shaft eagerly. “Let’s fuck the little whore right here and now. You have no idea what a prize she will be in the pits of the hells. Let me take her. It will be so easy.”

  You stare at her monstrous cock. Heat flushes your skin as you imagine it plowing into Gallatha’s virgin furrow. Filling the radiant figure with demonic seed until if overflows. A shudder courses through you. “Oh Alyssa…”

  “Oh yes,” the succubus says, one of her hand running up the heavy globe of a breast, rubbing a rigid nipple. “I can enslave her. It will be so easy. Do you have any idea what kind of a prize she will be in my harem? I’ll be made a demon queen for the mere chance of a Pit Lord to fuck her! One of her kind haven’t fallen in millennia! And thanks to the great ones curse, it will be beyond simple. I simply need to cum in her, and she’ll be mine. It will be...It’s…”

  Words fail the succubus. She shudders and her fingers twist her nipple until the skin turns and angry red. “Mmmm! Help me Penny. Help me take her. Make her renounce her puerile goddess and swear to be mine.”

  What do you do?

  Refuse her. It is time to move on.

  Conquer Gallatha for Alyssa

  ”Let Kara go and I will join you!”

  Looking into the hard, almost mocking expression on your giant mother’s face, you know that the only deal you can make with her will require a terrible sacrifice. You see the power of her magic and the evil might of Zhibbareth reflected in this temple. You have witnessed the already massive forces being gathered in the city of Rhilath. You cannot hope to stop your mother now, but maybe you can sacrifice just enough to still have hope.

  You glance at your sister and smile sadly.

  “Let Kara go,” you say to your mother.

  “Penny, no!” Kara cries, reaching out and grabbing your arm.

  You shake off Kara’s grip and stride towards your mother. “Let her go and I will join you willingly.”

  The contempt on your mother’s face softens into a smile. “Oh, my dear daughter,” she chuckles. “How noble of you. How can I refuse such a courageous act of sisterhood? Of course, Penny, I accept your offer.”

  “NO!” Kara cries, but at a gesture guards step forward and seize her arms.

  “Take her to main entrance and release her into the city,” says your mother. “No trickery. Let her go.”

  “Yes, my queen,” the warriors chorus. It takes four of them and one carrying Kara’s belongings to escort her out of the chamber. Your sister screams and fights desperately the whole way. Her cries echo in the hallway until the door closes behind her with a final thud. Your mother turns her attention back to you, a smile spreading wide on her face as she saunters towards you. Her full hips roll, her huge breasts jiggling with each step and dripping milk.

  “Give me the sword, my sweet,” she says. You have no choice. You hold the kirana out to her and she takes it from you with one giant hand. She tosses the blade aside and it clatters on the tiles. “Now then, give mother a kiss.”

  She is upon you before you can think to resist. Her arm supports you as her huge lips press against your mouth, smothering you with her warmth, the weight of her leaking breasts against your own soft mounds. She lifts you up in her arms, her kissing becoming perverse, her trowel-sized tongue forcing its way into your mouth and dominating you with her warm, sweet saliva. You moan in the embrace, knowing that this is a vile act, to kiss your mother in this way, but also knowing she has become something else; something monstrous. Does that justify your desire to yield to her?

  She breaks the kiss with a soft gasp and dips you lower in her arms. She presses her breasts against your face and side. Each mound is bigger than your head, each nipple as long and thick as your thumb. Her areolas are wide and her breasts are taut with her milk. The sweet smell of it fills your nostrils. She moves her lavender-tinted nipple to your mouth.

  “Drink,” she murmurs, stroking your silky hair. “Suck the milk from my breast, Penny. It is blessed by Zhibbareth. It will calm you and prepare you for what is to come.”

  She squeezes her breast, massaging to the base of her nipple as her warm milk sprays across your face, against your lips and tongue, and over your breasts. Her sweet taste is enticing. You moan softly, feeling the urge to suckle at her fat breast and sink back into the infantile pleasure of nursing from your giantess mother.

  Some part of your will remains and you remind yourself of your sister and the mission to save mankind. Though you have resigned yourself to your mother’s company, you can still resist such absurd acts as sucking milk as a grown woman.

  What do you do?

  Drink her mother's milk

  Refuse to give in to depravity

  A letter from mother

  You rap your knuckles gently on the door fame of the high librarian’s office. He was snoring in his high-backed chair and slowly lifts his chin from his chest. He straightens his spectacles, smoothes his long, gray beard, and looks at you from beneath his bushy eyebrows.

  “Ah, Penelope,” he says, a smile spreading on his face. “A very fetching cloak. What can I do for you today?”

  He sits up higher in his chair and his rheumy eyes take on a lecherous glint. Since your return to Akrane you have taken to using your wiles much more freely. Grazmer has been one of the greatest beneficiaries of this new behavior and you have exchanged pleasure for greater access to the forbidden texts kept in the library on more than one occasion.

  “Grazmer, you are looking well yourself,” you say, smiling sweetly and speaking in the breathlessly flirtatious tone you know the old librarian responds to best. You perch your shapely bottom on his desk and let your feet kick near his lap. “I was hoping to get a look at the Polynomicon today.”

  He looks up at your cleavage nearly overflowing your tightly-laced bodice and scratches at his spotted forehead.

  “Penelope, ah, as you know, there exists only a single copy of the Polynomicon and part of our agreement with the council of temples is that the library will only grant access if a tribunal of clerics meets and approves such action.”

  “But in theory they would,” you say, letting your shoe drop off and teasing Grazmer’s lap with your toes. “I mean, my mother and I did save the world and she needs so much information to keep up the fight… I think they would grant me access so we can continue saving the world.”

  “Certainly it is possible,” he says, leaning back in his chair and watching your foot toy with the bulge of his cock. He raises a shaggy eyebrow hopefully and says, “Shall I notify them to convene a tribunal?”

  “Ummmm, well, that could take days, and the more quickly I can transcribe the information I need, the more quickly I can send it to my mother.” You slide off his desk and right into Grazmer’s lap. He grunts in surprise as you settle your bottom against his groin, hooking one arm around his withered neck and your legs over the arm of his chair.

  You play with his beard as you continue.

  “The thing is, Grazmer, she is up against a particularly nasty beast. I think it is known as the Byakheen. Impervious to so many things and, worse, it is winged. It could fly across the sea to the mainland. That would be terrible, don’t you think?”

  “Well, ah, yes, I suppose,” says the wizened librarian. “Although, there was an agreement that must be…”
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  “We can convene a tribunal and they can give me permission later,” you say. “It can be retroactive. Wouldn’t that be easier? I would be ever so grateful.”

  Grazmer raises a bushy eyebrow once more and murmurs, “How grateful?”

  You smile, knowing you have him hooked. He always surrenders to your wiles; it is only a matter of negotiating the specifics. Last week, it was your breasts, squeezing his cock until he spilled his octogenarian seed all over your cleavage, which earned you five hours alone with the forbidden play entitled the Queen in Yellow. Today, to gain access to the Polynomicon, you must give up a bit more.

  The small office fills with the sound of slapping flesh and the wheezing gasps of Grazmer’s pleasure. He stands behind you, his withered hands caressing the mounds of your creamy white ass. You push back, skewering your slick pussy on his rigid cock. Again and again, your soft cheeks bounce off his hips as you fuck yourself with the old librarian’s hardness.

  “Such a sight,” he mutters. “The gods… ohhhh… have truly blessed me.”

  “What about me?” You ask, pushing back hard enough nearly to knock him back into his chair. “Have I blessed you?”

  “Ohhh, yes, you are sent by the heavens,” he groans as your pussy swallows his cock up with each stroke. It isn’t long before his bony hands grasp your plump buttocks and he thrusts forward suddenly, hilting his cock in your clutching cunt and spewing his load deep into your hot channel. You moan as if his orgasm triggers your own and clench your muscles to massage his spurting length. He lets out a final gasp and staggers back, his cock wilting as it slips from your creamy folds.

  “Maybe not the heavens,” you say, pulling up your panties and settling your skirt over your thighs. “Will that keep you satisfied for, say, three hours with Polynomicon?”

  “Ah, three is so much time, if someone from one of the temples were to stop by…”