Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “That was… quite a lot of your, um, juice,” you say and finally cannot help but laugh as you clear your eyes of the warm goo.

  “You excited me quite a lot, Penelope,” giggles the protean, rubbing her cock back and forth against the slime covering your belly. “Would you like more pleasure?”

  “N-no,” you say, your thighs quaking from the glut of pleasure you’ve already experienced. “I really… I must go.”

  The slime girls let you down and uses their cool hands to gently sop up all the cum dripping from your body. The brief bath leaves you feeling strangely clean and tingly all over. You pull on your clothes, don your pack, buckle your belt and make ready to leave. The protean, returned to translucent anonymity, lounges on a bed made from her own gooey flesh. She teases her fingers over her breasts.

  “Stay a bit longer with me, huntress,” she purrs.

  You can stay no longer. It is time for you to continue your journey feeling stronger and better than before you met this magical creature.

  CONTINUE >

  The gift of gold

  “I choose the gift of gold,” you say.

  The djinn’s mouth roars with laugher. “SO YOU HAVE ASKED! SO IT SHALL BE!”

  The violet clouds roil, magic crackling like blue lightning across its face. Your smile wavers and you take a wary step back, suddenly questioning the wisdom of your request.

  But hesitation comes too late. A bolt of lightning sears from the clouds and slams into your body. You shriek, not in pain, but pleasure! Your body sings as the electrical fingers race across your form. Your pussy and bum clench and you throw back your head with a cry.

  The bolt lasts a moment. You waver beneath the intensity of the sensation. But before you can recover, another strikes you. And another. And another.

  You jerk back, crying out in hopeless ecstasy as your body jerks and spasms to the orgasmic lashes of those lightning strikes. Your clothing is blasted from you, but your flesh left pristine. In a matter of seconds you are completely naked, your shapely form quivering in helpless pleasure. You fall to your knees, shoulders back, heavy breasts bared to the wonderful torments of the djinn’s arcane touch.

  “GOLD YOU SHALL HAVE! A VALUE PRICELESS AND DESIRED!” the djinn thunders. “AND YOU SHALL ENJOY IT!”

  You scream as another blast sears across your body. Your eyes glance at where it has touched, and you gasp in shock, for where once lay flesh pink with fiery lust, instead gold glows like living flame.

  Before you can ask another bolt sears across your breasts. You cry out in surprise and delight as its tingling touch rakes your heavy tits, searing them to a golden shine.

  “AN IDOL OF PLEASURE! A BODY TO BE LUSTED FOR ALL TIME!” the djinn continues as his golden touch continued to stripe your body. “NO FIRE SHALL MELT YOUR FLESH! ONLY DESIRE! THE LUST OF ANOTHER! IDOLATRY SHALL BE YOUR DESIGN! LUST YOUR PURPOSE! YOU WANTED GOLD! TREASURE! SO SHALL YOU HAVE IT!”

  The djinn roars with laughter and you scream hopelessly, helpless beneath the rolling clouds, submitting to the aching pleasure of his lighting strikes. Your body has become a mass of shining gold, a level of detail no master sculptor could emulate. Every inch of your skin a glittering shine to wake in men greed and desire.

  “SO IT SHALL BE!” the djinn roars again. Lighting stabs your cunt. You wail, cumming as the fingers of magic dance across your mons, inscribing delicate characters where once the bristling hair above your cunt had been. Then a final strike blasts your face, and when the tingling pleasure fades, oblivion washes forward to wrap you in its embrace.

  CONTINUE >

  Magic

  The persistent plant girl beauties advance on you once again. They reach past your shielding hands and pull at your bodice, your skirt, and slide their hands over your body. You have to do something quickly! You wrack your mind for a spell that will work and recall something that would shoot bolts of ice out of the caster’s body in every direction. Such a hedgehog attack would be perfect with these two lovely creatures pulling at your clothes and moaning for you to kiss them.

  You splay your fingers into the casting posture and begin to speak the verbal component of the spell. One of the plant girls coos with lust and presses her lips to yours mid-chant. Her syrupy tongue thrusts into your mouth. You jerk back, sputtering in surprise.

  “Stop that,” you whine as the other plant girl gets your bodice completely open.

  “Pretty,” she coos. “Let me suck them.”

  Her cool hands cradle and squeeze your soft mounds. Her head presses against your breasts and she begins to lick and suck at your tender titflesh. You try to push her head away with one hand while you position the fingers of your other hand once more into a casting posture.

  This time, you barely get a word out before the other plant girl lifts your skirt up and squeezes your plump ass with her cool hands. You yelp in surprise as her slimy tongue drags over your cunt and up the crack of your ass, spreading her sweet nectar. You almost fall forward, the words of the spell dying in a moan as she begins to thrust her syrupy tongue into your hungry pussy.

  “Oh, gods, it’s so good,” you moan as one plant girl sucks at your breasts and the other tongue-fucks your hot cunt. You cannot fight the pleasure. You reach one hand back and pull the plant girl’s face against your ass. The other plant girl pops your nipple from her mouth and lifts her face from your tits. You kiss her passionately, sharing the sweet nectar that flows in her mouth and swallowing more and more of it.

  The more of the syrup you swallow and take into your steamy cunt, the more a drunken pleasure spreads through your body. You laugh and fall to your knees and the plant girls are quick to take full advantage of the new position. The strip off the rest of your clothing and attack your pussy and asshole with slimy thrusts of their tongues. Warm pleasure radiates from your holes as you slump your breasts and face onto the ground, giving them full access to your hindquarters. They spread you open wide, plumbing your depths with their fingers and flicking their tongues.

  “Ohhhh, yes,” you gasp. “I’m cumming.”

  Your body tightens and releases in hot waves as the plant girls mercilessly pleasure you. Excruciating ecstasy wracks your body and you arch your back, raising your ass even higher as their nectar drips from your pussy and asshole and their fingers pump in and out. They drive you over the edge, again and again, until you are exhausted from cumming so many times.

  “Enough,” you whimper. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”

  “Mother will give you a place to rest,” they coo.

  After the pleasure they have given you and the warmth of their syrup suffusing your body, how can you refuse their hospitality? You crawl across the courtyard, guided by their hands to the inviting lavender cushions of the clam-shell pod. You climb onto the soft flesh and the plant girls coo and kiss your face. They help you tuck your knees against your breasts.

  “We will see you very soon, sister,” one of the plant girls coos.

  “Have a good rest,” giggles the other.

  The clam-shell slowly closes around you, shutting off the light of the world and trapping you in darkness. Warm, warm darkness.

  CONTINUE >

  The queen’s honeycomb

  The creature before you is like a large and strangely beautiful woman has been combined with a monstrously gigantic wasp or bee. Her limbs are those of a tanned human and her ample breasts and even gold-tufted pussy resemble those of a human. Her backside and lower back, however, are connected to a black-and-yellow-striped insect abdomen ending in a sharp, black stinger as long and thick as your middle finger. Her face is mostly human, even beautiful, but the shimmering lenses of her huge compound eyes and the twin antennae poking through her yellow-blonde hair betray her monstrous nature.

  The bee girl is perched atop a giant comb of hexagonal chambers which blocks any exit on the far side. There is nothing in the comb - no giant larvae or honey - which is a relief. The bee girl looks in your direction and takes to the ai
r with a buzz of her translucent wings. She flies high above you, circles around, and swoops lower, hovering in front of you. She is too far for you to reach with your sword, but close enough that your hair and clothing ripple with the beating of her wings.

  “Hello, little one,” she says, a buzz to her consonants. “Visitors come to the garden, but do not usually make it this far. Are you here to worship the queen of the garden?”

  “Queen?” You mutter.

  “Oh, yes, the only royalty for miles.” She zips higher and swoops lower again. “This is my garden and I care for all of the plants. Isn’t it beautiful?”

  You glance around at the ugly brambles and overgrown seedpods.

  “Uh, yeah, I suppose,” you say.

  “Yes, it is, but it is so much work.” She swoops so low that you can see yourself reflected in her compound eyes. “I toil day and night to keep things tidy. It would be so much easier if I had a swarm of workers to do all the tedious work. Join me, human.”

  “Uh, actually, I need to get through here. Into that big house. Do you think you could tell me the way around that hive?” You ask the question knowing full well that she is not likely to be helpful.

  “Join me,” repeats the bee girl. “I will take very good care of you and you can be my little worker. And together we can make more workers and fill my hive up with lovely little grubs.”

  So the bee queen wants you to be her subject and her breeding partner. That doesn’t sound like a great deal for you. At least she doesn’t want to eat you.

  “Well, will you be my worker or,” she curls her insect abdomen between her legs and points the black dagger of her stinger at you, “were you going to try to kill me like the last human to come through here?”

  The last human to come through? Maybe she means Kara or your mother! Maybe you could parley with her and get some answers. She is big and fast and that stinger seems pretty dangerous, you’re not eager to cross swords with this creature, but you doubt she can outrun the right spell.

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Magic

  Surrender

  “Tails”

  “Tails,” you call out.

  “Really?” Alyssa is seemingly amused by your choice. She uncovers the coin with her hand, her smile spreading even wider, and she holds her hand so you can see.

  “Tails it is, my dear,” she says. “How interesting that you would choose tails. Very naughty.”

  “But I don’t know what it means,” you protest.

  “I think you do,” she giggles. “You like tails. You prefer tails. And if you like tails so much...”

  She turns around playfully, flicking her tail and leaning over to push her ass out towards your face. Your eyes widen at the luscious sight of her creamy cheeks, spreading slightly to reveal the lavender-tinged divot of her asshole, and her purple tail swinging back and forth over her heart-shaped rear. She looks at you over her shoulder and giggles again.

  “I saw the way you watched me walk,” she coos. “I knew you had your eyes on my bottom. Nothing to be ashamed of, huntress. This ass has doomed a thousand men. It is soft and warm and deserving of your devoted worship.”

  Alyssa reaches back and gives her bottom several playful smacks. Her ample ass hardly jiggles at all; it is so firm despite its size. Her violet eyes twinkle mischievously as she grips her left buttock and spreads her cheeks apart. Her tail moves aside to lewdly show you the lavender pucker of her anus. It clenches several times as if she is showing it off to you.

  Despite what you would have imagined, you find the sight of the succubus’s clenched passage quite exciting. You crawl slowly towards her. Not sure whether you admire the dewy folds of her pussy or the naughty wink of her asshole more. As you draw closer, Alyssa reaches out with her tail and wraps it around your neck like a collar. She draws you closer with her muscular appendage. She does not need to guide you, but you enjoy being controlled like a pet.

  “Here, sweet huntress,” she hisses, spreading her ass for you to see once more. “It is so very naughty, but I know it’s what you want. Go on, my pretty girl. Come and give me a kiss… right… here…”

  Her finger stretches into her crack and taps lightly against the clenched pucker of her asshole. Alyssa’s tail draws you closer. You can smell he sweet perfume of her arousal as you caress her round buttocks and move your face closer to the hot valley between them. Her tail gives a last yank and she reaches out and grabs your hair with her hand. She pulls you against her ass and the soft warmth of her bottom smothers your face.

  Without a moment’s hesitation, you begin to lick. You run your tongue up her crack and down again. You lap naughty circles on the hot clench of her asshole and you feel it tense and relax repeatedly beneath your slow licks. You embrace her bottom with both arms, pulling her back against your face as you enthusiastically tongue Alyssa’s delicious asshole.

  “Ohhhh yesss,” she moans, holding you tightly against her rear. “Yes! Oh, you naughty girl! Worship it! Worship my ass with your tonnnnnngue!”

  You thrust your tongue into the bitter flower of her asshole, pushing deep into her hot back passage. Her pucker clenches against your tongue as you reach a hand between her thighs to massage her pussy with your fingers and thumb. You rub her clit as you eagerly tongue-fuck Alyssa’s demonic asshole. It’s so hot it feels as if you tongue might melt inside her. She rolls her hips, smoothly fucking back against your face.

  As you are licking her ass and fucking with your tongue, Alyssa’s prehensile tail slithers down your bare back and begins to tease at the cleavage of your bottom. You are kneeling with your buttocks resting on your heels, a position which happens to spread your ass wide and permits the soft, fleshy spade tip of her tail to easily seek out your tender hole.

  “Nnnnnnn!” You cry with pleasure, your tongue buried in Alyssa’s ass as her tail invades your tender hole. You pull your tongue out of Alyssa and gasp in surprise, “Ohhhh! Your tail is—“

  She cuts you off by pulling you roughly against her ass. You get the message and surrender your body to the perverse pleasure of being fucked in your ass by Alyssa’s fleshy tail. The spade pushes in and out of your tender ring, stretching you and opening you as it stimulates you in ways you have never quite experienced. Your moans of pleasure are mostly smothered beneath the soft expanse of Alyssa’s ass.

  The orgasm you experience is shocking, seemingly originating in your ass and rippling outward, it is prolonged by the deft way her tail moves in and out of your clutching hole. You repay Alyssa with your furiously frigging fingers and your eagerly probing tongue.

  “That’s it!” She gasps. “Oh, you good little slut! Eat it! Eat my ass, you naughty girl! Ohhhhhhh!”

  She throws back her head and her wings snap open dramatically as she cums. She bounces her ass against your face, skewering her asshole onto your tongue and jerking her hips with obvious pleasure. You feel her ass squeezing rhythmically around your tongue with her orgasm. Her juices pour out of her pussy, over your fingers, and down both of her thighs. You do not ease up until she releases her grip on your head and her tail unwinds from your neck.

  Her tail eases out of your tender ass and you let out an all-consonant whimper of pleasure.

  “Very good, Penelope,” coos Alyssa, pulling you to your feet and into a passionate embrace. You kiss for al long time, your tongues swirling together. She pulls you onto the bed, her body so hot and exciting against yours. You are exhausted, but you secretly crave more of her.

  “It is time,” she says, tweaking your nipple. “You must pay the price for the pleasure I have given you today.”

  “I thought I gave you pleasure,” you say, pouting.

  “Oh, but you did, Penelope. I just require a meal of your essence to maintain my magic. Now,” she crawls towards you across the bed, “it is time to pay the price.”

  Her violet eyes flash hungrily as the demoness crawls closer. She is both terr
ifying and impossibly beautiful and you know you cannot resist her demands.

  CONTINUE >

  Magic

  You wink at your sister to signal that you are about to act. With a deft flick of your wrist, your fingers are splayed out in a perfect casting posture. You can't bring yourself to incinerate the succubus with some sort of fire spell, so you decide on freezing her with a cone of frost. The incantation is only a few words. You feel the power building in your hand and...

  Nothing. Was it a miscast? You look at your hand as if you might see evidence of tampering with your own body.

  "Aw, sweetie," giggles Alyssa. "Your magic won't work here. This is my domain."

  "I bet my sword will work!" Kara screams with fury and swings her blade. Alyssa lashes out with inhuman speed and grabs your sister's wrist. The succubus bares her teeth in a snarl and twists her hand, wrenching Kara's wrist and making her drop the sword. Kara cries out in pain, but recovers quickly and kicks Alyssa square in her abdomen. The succubus stumbles back, her breasts bouncing as she regains her footing.

  The whores attack without warning. A dozen women scream and grab you and Kara, tearing at your clothing and disarming you of your weapons. You kick and punch at the women, but they are determined and they strip your clothing off and fight to drive you and Kara both to your knees. Gasping, bruised, with a decent cut along one cheek, you kneel with your arms twisted behind your back by two of the brothel's prostitutes.

  It takes a little longer for the women to wrestle Kara into a similar position. Your sister is left with a bloody nose and a face red with fury. You feel more beaten than she seems.

  Alyssa looms over you both, a voluptuous, lusciously naked goddess. She is so beautiful, her triumphant smile so radiant, that it is hard for you to remain angry at her. Kara continues to mutter curses under her breath. Alyssa's hips swing invitingly from side to side and her plump breasts jiggle as she prowls past you and over to your sister. You admire the succubus's round ass, creamy white with a hint of lavender, growing rounder as she leans down to examine Kara.