Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “So allow me to bring it into your office and I will transcribe what I need in private,” you say. Your tone changes as you toy with his frumpy collar. “Believe me, Grazmer, I will be ever so grateful for your help. You might find yourself receiving more of my attention than you can handle.”

  “Ah, always such a tease,” he laughs. You lean down and kiss his forehead. He hands you the key to the forbidden library. You fetch the Polynomicon, return to his office, and get to work transcribing several entries written in Himmeraic. The illustrations accompanying the entries are enough to drive weaker minds mad. Even Grazmer shies away, leaving you to do your transcription in solitude.

  After almost six hours with the ancient text, you give Grazmer a scorching hot blowjob, swallow his cum, and thank him for his help. He won’t soon forget today and you have more than enough information to send to your mother on Ctharne. It is snowing outside in the city, a fact you had easily forgotten cloistered in Grazmer’s cramped office. You watch the heavy snowflakes drift between the gaslights and scurry past the backlit stained glass of the great temples.

  You return to your flophouse, weary and hungry, but still reeling from some of the cosmic truths you uncovered in the Polynomicon. Velora greets you with the smell of her garlic beef stew and a friendly smile.

  “You fucked him today, didn’t you, love?” She asks. “No need to deny. I can tell by the way you carry yourself.”

  “He has things I need,” you say, dropping your heavy pack beside your bed.

  “Well, I have things as well,” she says, squeezing her breasts in her bodice and giving you a saucy wink.

  “Some of that stew?”

  “Oh, of course,” she says, ladling up a steaming bowl and spreading some green onions atop it. She sets the bowl heavily on your small, chipboard dining table and drops a spoon into the thick, reddish-brown stew. “You had something in the post as well!” She plucks it from beside the small stove and drops the envelope next to your bowl.

  “My mother!” You exclaim, quickly opening the envelope. “Who delivered it?”

  “Some sailor,” says Velora, sitting down across from you with her own bowl of stew. “Tried to feel me up. I made him pay for that. Didn’t have enough coin for much more than a feel.”

  She continues on, talking about the sailor, but your mind disappears into the letter from your mother. Tears begin to fall from your eyes and you begin to laugh, silencing Velora.

  “What is it?” She wonders.

  “She’s alive,” you say. “Kara. My mother rescued her from some awful trap. She was nearly dead, but… she lives still and she is coming here. Mother is sending her to Akrane by ship and carriage. With a great deal of treasure she has collected as well.”

  “Oh, well, treasure is it?” Velora leans over you to read the letter. “I suppose we can find room for another bed.”

  You are not certain where you and your sister, perhaps with Velora, will stay, but you know that nothing could be happier than being reunited with Kara. You had given her up for dead and now, as if by magic, she is resurrected.

  Your adventure is at an end and so is Kara’s. And you couldn’t be happier.

  THE END

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  Embrace your lover

  The man covered in bloody symbols crawls towards you on the altar and you stare at the monstrous black appendage reaching out from his groin. Part of you knows you should be afraid of this thing, this writhing, cock-shaped parasite of ancient black flesh, but you sense the beauty in it. It is the sublime majesty of your destiny crawling towards your throbbing cunt.

  The monstrous black cock throbs and twists as if it is searching for the hot furrow of your sex. Huge, black bollocks dangle beneath it and drip with strange fluids. They pulse as if they know your fertile womb is close and they want to spurt the Great One’s potent seed inside you. Your gaze returns to the dripping cap of the cock, bulging and moving unerringly between your creamy thighs. As it nears your pussy, you shudder with desire. The tip splits open around seams and four petals lined with suckers peel back from an elongated, pear-shaped tip of pink flesh.

  “Ohhhh, it’s like a flower,” you gasp, a smile spreading across your face. “So beautiful.”

  “Yes, my love,” coos your mother, cradling you against her breast.

  You reach down and part the folds of your sex, exposing your delicate inner pink to this strange appendage. It moves almost as if it is looking at your cunt and then plunges suddenly into your eager sex. You pull your fingers aside as the pink thrusts into your quivering channel and the black petals close over the top of your mound. You feel their tiny suckers adhering to your flesh as the full weight of the hooded, rasping man presses down on your pelvis.

  The pleasure is incredible as the monstrous cock thrusts to your cervix. It almost feels as if it is kissing or licking that tender portal to your womb. You feel tendrils along the shaft of the cock squirming against your inner walls. They swirl at your cervix and begin to pry it gently open.

  “YES!” You cry, convulsing with pleasure. “YES! Fuck my womb!”

  As the pink tip presses past your cervix and drills into your womb, you know an elevated orgasmic pleasure you never imagined was possible. You feel both filled and fulfilled and your creamy legs wrap around the skinny hips of the hooded man. He groans and drools bloody saliva from beneath his hood. He seems mindless, moving like a machine rather than a human, perhaps entranced and utterly at the mercy of the monstrous black cock plunging into your pussy. For that matter, your are entranced by that plunging cock as well.

  You thrust against him, taking his magnificent cock deep into your womb with every stroke. The orgasm pulses through your body, unceasing and drawing you to greater and greater heights of pure pleasure. Your hips are pinned down with every stroke but your breasts bounce and jiggle with the impact of his body against yours.

  “Oh, mother,” you moan, smiling at her. “It is wonderful.”

  “It is the glory of a god’s conception,” she agrees, kissing your forehead once more. You gaze up into her golden eyes as the cock violates your womb and seems to swell inside you. She leans down and presses her lips to yours and you yield instantly to this kiss of the giantess that is your mother. Her huge, hot tongue pushes into your mouth in a sinful kiss that is only more enthralling for the taboo. Her laden breasts drip heavily against your heaving chest, each drop spattering her warm milk against your naked flesh.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” you moan into her kiss, her lips seeming to swallow you up and her tongue filling your mouth almost completely.

  “Oh, Penny,” she gasps against you, running a huge hand down your abdomen, thick fingers stroking your pussy and the enormous cock of Zhibbareth plunging deep inside you. “I am so proud of you.”

  You kiss her lower lip and her chin, falling back onto the altar and unable to think of a response as the cock plunging into you begins to throb.

  The first jet of monstrous godcum spurts from the twitching cock and straight into your unprotected womb. Your pleasure becomes a rapture of destiny fulfilled. Your orgasmic spasms match perfectly the powerful pump of each ejaculation so that your well-used channel grips, squeezes and milks each massive gush from the monstrous cock. The tide of spunk into your womb does not relent and the black cum pours out of you and pulls beneath you, hot against your thighs and spreading with the warmth of blood beneath you.

  The man attached to that cock begins to collapse in on himself as if each spurt of cum is draining his life force. He withers to nothing but a deflated skin dangling from the massive cock which, somehow, continues to throb and spurt inside you. Far from being horrified by this sight, the incredible sacrifice of your lover only heightens your pleasure further. He has given his very soul for this ritual and you would do no less for the Great One, Zhibbareth.

  The husk of the man falls away as your belly begins to bulge. For a moment, you are lost in the gravid afterglow of your orgasm. You smile
up at your mother, tears rolling down your cheeks. She caresses your huge belly as you feel the godcum churning inside you.

  “It will not be long now,” whispers your mother. “Only a—“

  You are struck by a spasm that shoots through your entire body, causing you to arch and tense very muscle. You fall back onto the slab and are immediately struck by a second jolt. Something pushes on the taut dome of your belly. Your smile slips for a moment. Does the Great One mean to burst from your belly and kill you in the act?

  “Don’t fight it, my sweet,” your mother cries. “Release him. Release the Great One into this world! Your body is the gateway!”

  You are overwhelmed by powerful waves of contractions. Whatever that cock put inside you seems to be moving, pressing against your cervix from inside your womb and gradually opening you up, wider and wider. With a sudden lurch, the unholy, writhing blackness of Zhibbareth begins to vomit forth from your distended cunt. It spews in a pulsing stream, heavier and lighter based on the force of your contractions, but unending as it sprays across the altar and spills into the pit.

  Only… it does not fall into the pit. It floats into the air above that bottomless hole, forming a swirling sphere of malevolent, black flesh that grows larger and larger by the moment. Your belly deflates and still the black flesh sprays from your convulsing cunt. Impossible quantities of squirming black flesh slide out from your pussy. Your breasts swell grotesquely and black milk drips from your nipples. You feel as if you are dying and yet you are laughing and crying with joy as you watch Zhibbareth take shape in the air. In his glorious arrival, you see the folly that was mankind, daring to stand against the monsters and your place, now, as the daughter of a huntress, to become the mother of the god of monsters.

  The rune on your mons pulses brightly with each spasm of pleasure. At last, after seemingly hours of birthing and millennia of waiting, Zhibbareth hovers before you as a swirling black mass. A single massive eye opens. The glistening red orb stares down upon your exhausted body. It slowly focuses on your mother, weeping by your side.

  “All hail Zhibbareth!” She rapturously cries and you chorus with her as she repeats, “All hail Zhibbareth!”

  A voice in your head, like many speaking at once declares, "My brides… my mothers… I am returned. My new reign begins upon this earth. No flesh shall be spared."

  CONTINUE >

  Magic

  “Distract him,” you whisper to Alyssa. “But watch out for that spear. I’ll use magic to defeat him.”

  Alyssa leaps into the air, her lavender hair trailing gloriously behind her as she dives, cartwheels, and leaps higher again around the drider. He hisses angrily and turns to follow her weaving dance through the air. You splay your fingers into the casting posture and begin the whispered chant to cast the spell.

  “Can’t get me!” Alyssa teases, swooping almost into reach of the drider and then shooting upwards as he stabs with his forked spear. She whirls through the air, wings flapping, opening wide, allowing her to glide carefully down. Her shapely body is gorgeous as it twists and turns in her graceful movements.

  You speak the final power words of your spell and the trees all around the clearing begin to bend and twist. Their blackened branches reach down. The drider is so focused on Alyssa that he does not see the mighty wooden hands of the forest closing around him until it is too late. He lunges at Alyssa with his spear as the trees close around him, forming a tight cage of ancient black wood.

  The drider roars with fury. You see his red eyes flashing as he stares at you with hatred.

  “Human! Release me from this!” He snarls.

  You step closer to cage. Alyssa joins you and walks close enough to reach a hand in from the side and poke his arachnid body. He snaps his mandibles and nearly gets your succubus companion with a thrust of his spear. It serves as a warning for you not to get too close.

  You gaze into the drider’s red eyes and ask, “Do you kill humans?”

  “What?” He snaps his jaws. “What does it matter? You serve the Great One who would devour or enslave all of mankind.”

  “Do not listen to him,” interjects your mother’s voice in your head. “The Great One will elevate mankind by joining it with the superior blood of monsters.”

  There is some sense to that, humans are weak and fearful creatures individually, but the idea of subjugating all of mankind leaves a foul taste in your mouth. You grimace. Alyssa leans her soft breasts against you and strokes your face.

  “What is wrong?”

  You brush away her affection.

  “Do you feed on humans?” You demand more loudly.

  “I have before,” says the drider. “Though not as much as I would like. Your blood is sweeter than the silt deer and perriks I am usually forced to consume.” His mandibles spread into something like a smile. “We do use pretty humans like you to breed. I will find a mate and a woman like you will carry her eggs and I will coat those eggs with my fertile seed.”

  “Ah, a surrogate for their breeding,” says Alyssa. “How fascinating.”

  “It is the way of my kind,” says the drider, drawing himself up within the cage as if proud of such perversity.

  “Will the host survive?” You ask.

  “No,” he says coldly.

  You clench your fists with anger. A simple gesture and you could crush this creature with the trees, possibly sparing dozens of humans. The drider is helpless to stop you.

  “Leave him,” whispers Alyssa. “It will take him days to escape from this cage.”

  “Kill him,” murmurs your mother in your mind. “He profanes the Great One.”

  Neither voice seems particularly concerned with the drider’s human victims. Do you still care?

  What do you do?

  Crush the drider

  Leave the drider imprisoned

  Let the drider go free

  Magic

  You scramble to your feet and whirl about to face the monstrous wug. The musk fogs your mind but the words of a spell rise from within you. You throw up your arms, powering gathering in your palms like rolling light. The wug, sensing something amiss, suddenly bunches his legs, and hurls himself at you.

  He bears down on you like a bullet. Time seems to slow. You scream the last words of the incantation, your hands coming down. Lightning sears the night, striking the bloated wug full in the chest. The monster’s rubbery lips open wide revealing a row of jagged teeth, its eyes rolling in sudden panic. Suspended in midair, the wug swells in size. Then, with a sound like a rubber band snapping, the wug retracts into itself.

  The lightning fades. Hanging for a moment in mid air, a surprised toad spins, then falls with a splat to the muck.

  You drop your arms, gaping at the regular sized toad which pokes its head out of the swamp. A silence stretches through the night.

  Then the drums start. You jump, your heart catching in your throat, but you don’t dally. Drawing your blade you race over to Kara and kneel beside her.

  “I cannot believe you did that,” Kara whispers.

  “I know,” you gasp.

  “A frog,” Kara says, her voice bubbling with hysterical laughter. “You turned it into a fucking frog!”

  A grin fights to come out as you saw through Kara’s bindings. “Don’t worry,” you gasp. “I don’t think they’ll find a princess to kiss it.”

  Kara hiccups with barely muffled laughter as you pull her to her feet. Leaning on one another, you manage two steps before the drums start.

  “Ah!” Your legs quiver, sending you sprawling. You arch, twisting, moaning like an animal in heat as your breasts throb and your quim dribbles with arousal. Every beat of the drums slams you with an aching pleasure. Whimpering, you struggle towards the lagoon. The toad hops from your hands as you drive them into the waters and slather the cream caked onto your chest.

  You sigh, blessed relief from the mad lust as the cold water washes the milk from your sensitive flesh. You waste no time. Both you and Kara quickly was
h away the cream the shaman had smeared on you. As it sloughs off you draw a shuddering breath. The pulsating sensation fades, your tender breasts and quim soon free of the savage spell.

  You button back up your shirt and bra, Kara soon following. Nothing dares the slopes but you don’t intend to take any chances. The rapid beat of the drums follows you up the ledge of the canyon and towards the forests. The trees close behind you, swallowing the swamp and the rapacious monsters that would have made you more than a queen, and less than human.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender

  This is Kara. She may not literally be Kara, but she is the Kara you have. You need to accept it. There is no point fighting that. No point fighting her at all. Kara always knew best.

  You smile sweetly at her and let your sword slip from your fingers to clang loudly on the floor. She looks at you with surprise as you slowly draw your pistols and drop them to the floor as well.

  “I am not going to fight you,” you say. “I surrender. Whatever you want of me, I will do it.”

  “Really?” She seems amused at your abject submission. “Very well, Penelope. Come here. Give me a proper hug.”

  She holds her arms wide and your heart swells. She smiles with Kara’s scar-creased lips and looks at you with Kara’s golden eyes. Even the lock of white hair that curls across her forehead is a lock that she has brushed from her face a thousand times in your presence.

  You take a deep breath and embrace the imposter. Deep down, you know she is not Kara, but even the smell of her is the same as your sister. You breathe in the worn leather, burnt wick, and sweet, mysterious smell like spice candy. Her soft white hair brushes against you as you press your face against her slender neck and hold her tightly.

  She turns her face to yours and kisses you on the lips. Her kiss is warm and lingering. Her lips part and her tongue flicks against your mouth. You yield to her and the kiss deepens into something beyond sisters. Her warm tongue explores you and tests you and you instinctively react with a swirling tongue and a moan that vibrates from your mouth to hers.