Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “You have no idea how much I want this Penny,” she says thickly. “How everything in the infernal realms dream of a chance like this. You cannot possibly understand it.”

  She saunters forward. Circling. She touches his golden skin with a finger. He flinches as if burned. Alyssa smiles, drawing her finger across his body as she circles him with a look of deep satisfaction. She stops before him.

  Even suspended as he is Alyssa is clearly taller. She gazes down at the limp golden figure with a look of terrible triumph. Of some great immoral victory you cannot even begin to fathom the depths of. Then, she grabs his cock, aligns it, and feeds it into her.

  Gallatha screams as if he’s being burned. He struggles with renewed strength. Alyssa closes her eyes, a shuddering sigh escaping her as she feeds him, inch by inch, into her. Finally, she is flush against him. Gallatha sags, sobbing helplessly in the dark chains. Alyssa strokes his silver hair, burying his face still coated with your juices between her immense breasts.

  She holds herself there for a moment, savoring the moment. Then she lifts her eyes to you. “Penny? If you would do the honor.”

  She gestures at his back, and you take a moment to understand. But when you do you eagerly trot behind the limp figure and kneel behind him. His ass confronts you, toned and quivering with the tension which fills him. You delicately part the cheeks, your fingers tingling where they touch him, and find his puckered hole.

  An honor indeed! Eagerly you lean forward and taste him, your tongue lathing his entrance. He gasps, twitching away from this sudden alien sensation. But you firmly grab his hips and bury your face deeper into him. He tastes like peaches, his skin utterly flawless.

  “M-make her stop,” Gallatha gasps. “It’s so…filthy…”

  Alyssa laughs. “Oh you’ll do far worse by the time I’m done with you.”

  Her husky voice is filled with such terrible promise you feel a shudder crawl up your skin, but you push it from your mind, focusing on your efforts. Gallatha moans and twists as if to escape the dual pleasures, but there is no relief to be found. Alyssa rides him as though he were her favorite steed, astride him and laughing as her hips hammer his, driving his cock inside her again and again.

  He hasn’t a prayer of holding out. He whimpers into the succubus's breasts, glowing eyes lidded with resistance that crumbles beneath the onslaught of pleasure. You feel his ass clench about your tongue, his body arching with an impending orgasm.

  But nothing happens. He is held, gasping and panting on edge even as Alyssa continued her assault on him. “What…what…”

  Alyssa cackles. She grabs his face, forcing it to look at her as she slows her vicious fucking. “Oh no my pretty little slut! You don’t cum until I say so. And I won’t until you swear to be mine! Renounce your goddess. Worship me like you would her, and I’ll give you your release. Say it!”

  “N-never!” Gallatha cries, but the sound is weak, a wail of one already near defeat.

  Alyssa laughs again. You’ve never seen this side of her. The cruel demon of the pits has taken full control of her. But you can’t say you don’t enjoy it. Her delight in the messenger’s torture turns you on unbelievably. You crush your face into Gallatha’s ass and miss and lick his firm cheeks with a will.

  Alyssa suddenly pulls back, releasing his cock. Her tail lashes, the tip seeming to invert. She stabs it forward, enveloping the being’s cock.

  Gallatha screams as the succubus ruthlessly pounds him. “Give it to me,” she hisses, eyes flashing. “Submit! Swear to me!”

  “I…Oh goddess. Oh goddess please…”

  “Your goddess can’t help you now! You’re mine. I’m your goddess now. Say it!” She grabs his face, her serpentine tongue flicking his cheek. “Say it!”

  You find you’ve buried your fingers into your cunt, furiously frigging yourself. You moan and gasp, licking his ass greedily as you listen to his moans of resistance rise in pitch, his ass pulsing with Alyssa's every thrust.

  “Say it!” Alyssa cries, her eyes blazing in exultation. “You can never go back! Even if you escape me you’ll always remember this. Remember what it felt like to get your ass eaten out by a herald of the Great One while a succubus fucked you. You’ll never be able to serve Her again. But I can give you pleasure unending. Every day a new lesson in debauchery! Demons will come from every pit to fuck you. To show you new ways to suffer. And you’ll love it. You’ll love me! So do it! Submit! Say it and cum for me!”

  He breaks with a scream of despair and hopeless lust. “Oh goddess! Please! Let me cum! Do it! I swear! You’re my goddess! Please! Let me cum!”

  Alyssa cackles in triumph. “Then be MINE!” She throws up her arms. The sky darkens. Gallatha arches, screams, and cums.

  With her words, the barrier of the goddess shatters overhead. Shards of light rain down like a broken dawn, and darkness rushes in to fill it. Gallatha screams as his essence is devoured by the succubus. The shine of his golden skin and silver hair dims to dross. A glow seems to travel up where Alyssa is joined to him, her red skin burning like fire as his dims. The succubus throws back her head, eyes shooting open, mouth falling in a vast O of ecstasy.

  “Yesssssss!” she screams.

  The air screams with her, a whirlwind building about you. Tearing at you. All of it centered on the unholy union in the middle of the plaza. Relentlessly she feeds on him, grinding his cock into her, fucking all that made him holy out of him. And as she draws his light into herself, she grows. Her flawless skin deepens from red to a royal purple. Her horns curl up, meeting above her head. A burning crown of flames blazes between them. Her fangs grow and her wings expand. Black scales crawl down her arms like long black gloves whose fingers end in wickedly curved claws.

  You cower beneath the grandeur that Alyssa has become. Gallatha has dimmed, his once radiant skin grown dark like charred wood. Then, his mortal form crumbles to ash, still hilted within the succubus.

  The wind dies to a whisper as if you stand in the eye of a storm. A perfect stillness.

  Alyssa stands.

  She towers over you in presence and form. She extends her arms, marveling at her new claws. She touches her horns and peers up, her eyes glowing a lurid red. And then, she laughs.

  The sound rolls across the plaza. You shudder beneath it, vibrating in sympathy to her power.

  Gods but she is terrible.

  Gods but she is beautiful.

  You feel her eyes upon you. Her presence surrounds you like a burning spotlight. Desire for the perfectly unholy creature explodes within you. You shudder, cumming on the spot, whimpering as your juices splatter to the ground. Desire and terror lay you flat before her, cowering on your knees.

  “Sweet Penelope,” she rumbles.

  You gasp, your name on her lips sending a stab of pleasure deep into your core.

  “Well, Penelope, what do you think?” She runs her hands down her stomach and hips. “Wasn't it worth it? Personally, I think it looks spectacular.” Two of her talons run down to her cunt and part the dark lips. “Inside, and out.”

  “Oh yes,” you breathe. You’re so caught with the scene your mother’s presence crashes into you like a train.

  “Penelope! What happened? Where are you? What is this?”

  You giggle almost drunkenly. “Nothing mother. Nothing Alyssa and I couldn’t handle.”

  “Don’t lie to me daughter. You have come so far. Stop wasting time with your strumpet and come to us!”

  You sigh indulgently. “Yes mother. We come.”

  Your mother mutters something and retreats from your thoughts. You shake your head in exasperation, but all the same wearily stand. The mark of the Great One upon you glows with his pulsating power once more, dulling the overwhelming hold the succubus exerts upon you. You look up into her burning eyes with a weary smile. “Time to go.”

  Alyssa laughs, shaking her head ruefully. Her violet hair shimmers like precious stones catching the light. “Mmm. Penelope, Penelope, Penelope. Still abou
t your mission. I should rip of what’s left of your clothes and make you forget all about it.”

  “I’d think you’d be satisfied after drinking Gallatha up like that. What did you do to him anyway?”

  Your demonic lover laughs. “Oh, don’t worry. He’ll be waiting for me in the Palace. I’ll train him wonderfully. I didn’t lie when I said he would be the greatest prize in the infernal realms. I’ll make my place with his luscious little cock and ass. Not to mention the power that is now mine.” She holds up her claws and flexes it as if crushing any who would stand in her way. You don’t doubt it, feeling acutely the power which lies within her now.

  “But you Penny? My sweet, faithful friend…” She cups your cheeks and leans in, her lips brushing yours in the gentlest of kisses. “You can enjoy him, and me, anytime.”

  You giggle, pushing away her hands. “Later. Maybe. But now, it’s time for my triumph. And I couldn’t think of anyone better to have by my side.”

  Alyssa hides her thoughts with a smile and kisses your cheek. Her lips burn like a brand, though the feeling is far from unpleasant, shooting down your spine to curl your toes. You dress, and Alyssa summons new attire. No longer does she bother with travelling clothes. Now, a tight bodice of red and black lift her breasts, her nipples making notable indents in the fabric. A golden necklace set with a blood red stone rests in the juncture of her breasts. Skin tight leggings hug her hips and legs, while a black mantle of a cloak drapes her shoulders. She looks more a queen with her blazing crown than the sultry adventuress you started out with, but though the allure she projects now is different, it is far from less potent. Locking arms together, you and your lover walk towards the looming temple of the Great One, and the long awaited end of your journey.

  CONTINUE >

  Accept Zhibbareth’s offer and reign as queen

  “Yes, I am so grateful,” you gasp as Zhibbareth's mighty cock plunges into your stretched pussy. “You see the truth, my love and master! I alone should be by your side.”

  “Ahhh!” The dark god rumbles with pleasure, his humanoid extension gripping your hips tightly and slamming his cock into your womb. You feel his hot, squirming bollocks tight against your clit. They throb with the cyclopean Zhibbareth’s need to release his seed. “You will rule as my queen. For all of eternity. You will bear my sons and daughters. You will command my armies.”

  “Yes, yes,” you cry, fucking back against him, slamming your soft, creamy ass against his humanoid hips. “I will bow before you and pleasure you and give my womb to you for as many children as you require. It is all for you, my love!”

  You cry in ecstasy, adding, “All hail Zhibbareth!”

  He grabs your waist even tighter in his massive black hands and fucks you roughly. Your tits swing wildly beneath you and your head bounces with each thrust. His cock seems to fill your womb like a nesting snake, flexing and looping inside you with each stroke that plunges past your cervix. There should be pain, agony even, but instead your body convulses with pleasure like you have never felt before.

  The ancient god roars with pleasure that shakes the temple and his cum erupts deep inside you. The heat of it melts into your flesh and as he fucks spurt after spurt of his churning seed deep into your womb, you feel your body beginning to change. The symbol on your mound pulses with heat. Your limbs thicken, your shoulders widen, your hips spread, and your breasts swell larger and larger. Even as he fucks you, as he pours his seed into you, your body is changing.

  You are at last becoming the giantess like your mother. No, not like her, you are better and larger than she has ever been. You tower over the terrified handmaids that attended to Janine’s baptism. Your titanic tits swing with every stroke of Zhibbareth’s spunking cock and fling gallons of your precious mother’s milk onto the tiled floor.

  At last, the one-eyed god spends every drop of his seed and you step forward off his cock. It leaves you with a slurp and you feel his precious cum dripping down your thighs. The contentment in your body signals that he has once more bred you with his seed, but you feel an even deeper contentment. You turn and embrace his cock, hugging it against your immense breasts and kissing it tenderly.

  “Thank you, oh mighty Zhibbareth, for bestowing your blessing into me,” you say.

  “Yes, you are worthy,” rumbles the Great One. “What of your mother, my chosen? What shall I do with her now that you are to be the only queen?”

  You feel honored that he would ask you to decide your mother’s fate. Think about your mother and how she has tricked you and manipulated you into this position, how she has used you as a pawn in her scheme to become queen, you feel nothing but contempt. You can imagine a hundred fates for her to suffer and none of them are as bad as what she deserves. She left Kara to perish and used you to serve Zhibbareth for her own purposes.

  You stare up into that huge, red eye, a hard expression on your face as you declare, “I care nothing for her. Dispose of her as you will, my love.”

  “Oh, yes,” chuckles the Great One. “Very well, my delightfully evil queen. She will serve her purpose as a mother in the pits. Her mind will atrophy and her body will give birth to my legions for the coming wars.”

  Some last vestige of your humanity knows you should feel horror and guilt about condemning your mother to become a breeding hole in the pits. Instead, a smile spreads across your giant face. You bow your head to Zhibbareth.

  “So it will be, master,” you say. “All hail Zhibbareth.”

  “All hail the queen,” replies the god.

  The warriors and handmaidens take up the chant, echoing through the temple. “All hail Zhibbareth! All hail the queen!”

  CONTINUE >

  Reject the might of a goddess

  You tremble with the intensity of this power. Of this might! You raise your hands and look upon the rolling darkness which clothes you. Your fat breasts leaking their foul corruption.

  And you look at the handmaidens, swollen with the spawn of monsters. At orcs and things in armor of deepest black, waiting for the command of a god or goddess to wash across the land and put it to the sword. You realize with a start that this would be the future of any god of Ctharne. That corruption is all you have. All you know. To pervert the world with your touch.

  Your hands coil into fists. You raise your head to the sky and scream.

  Like a fountain the darkness around you surges upwards. Tendrils explode from your lips, oozing darkness which shatters through the ceiling. Something primordial and horrible. It fills the sky, rippling outwards, fading like eddies upon a river of stars.

  As you expel the power, you are diminished, shrinking once more to your former form. With a final whimper, the last fingers of darkness spiral from your lips and vanish into oblivion.

  A dreadful silence fills the room.

  Then comes the terrible sound of grinding stone.

  The temple trembles. Masonry falls, shattering on the floor. Monsters scream, forgetting the awesome sight and fleeing for any entrance. You stagger, mere mortal once more. You shake the sudden weakness which fills you and race over to your mother, helping her stand.

  Your mother moans. She is utterly naked, but mercifully as you remember her from your youth. She looks at your blearily. “Penelope? What…”

  “We have to go mother. Now!”

  A stone the size of a hay cart punctuates your remark, shattering the lip of the pit which formerly housed Zhibbareth. You help your mother down from the dais and find the handmaidens milling about in terror. You thrust your sword into the air. “Follow me!”

  The girls have little choice. In their addled state they race after you. You plunge through the twisting corridors of the temple. Some sixth sense tells you the way and you guide the women through the bends. The walls shudder and crack around you. Monsters howl and jibber, some struck mad by the death of their god. You cross paths with cultists screaming as monsters turn upon them, slaughtering even as the temple crumbles around you. You hack aside any who get in yo
ur way.

  A doorway opens before you and you race out of it. The illusion of the temple city is gone. Only ancient stone no longer supported by the monstrous god's will. No sooner has the last handmaiden escaped the whole pyramid collapses, a cloud of choking dust billowing outward in a coughing cloud.

  “We must go,” you mother gasps. She seems to have recovered herself somewhat, but you can see the horrors in the corners of her eyes. But she pushes past them for the moment, looking back at the trailing handmaidens. “The shock of Zhibbareth's death will not last long.”

  “Mother,” you say softly. “Are you...”

  “I…will be fine, Penelope.” She hesitates, and a look of pain and horror crosses her face. “There will be time later. But, Penny?”

  “Yes?”

  “Thank you.”

  Her breathless words make you glow with pride. You rally the handmaidens, once more easy to do. The women are led like sheep as you spur them on. A cloak of confusion sends flickering images of you in all directions, startling and frightening escaped slaves and wild monsters alike. You wish you could stop to help some of the people, but there are too many of them and it is too great a risk to stop amid this chaos.

  A nearby hill provides a vantage point to watch the carnage unfold. Monsters are turning on monsters and taking out their depraved desires on the unfortunate humans. Your mother seems shaken by the events that have transpired. To have the full favor of a god and feel it revoked. You give her a look of sympathy. If she could only know...

  “There is a boat waiting for us on the southern shores,” you say to her, stroking her shoulder. “It is a long walk, but I am sure we can make it together.”

  Your mother defers quietly to your leadership, and by extension, the handmaidens do too. It is a long journey, and one still fraught with many dangers. But though the might of the god has left you, some of the knowledge persists. You avoid the worst, and deal with the rest. But not without cost.