Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  You lose one handmaiden to a harpy with wings like a bat. Another is slain by an ogre with three eyes and an arm like a crab’s claw. You slay him, but the girl is already dead. To their credit, the veiled women do not complain. Each night they help set up the camp and keep watch against the gibbering night for the horrors it masks.

  On the third night since your flight from the temple, when the gleam of the ocean is visible on the horizon, your mother sits near you. You pause from writing in the family codex and look to her.

  “Why did you give it up Penelope?” your mother asks softly. “Why didn’t you keep it?”

  You’ve been expecting this question. Gently you close the book and look into the flames of the campfire. “…It was not a power with which good could be done. It was a corruption. An ability to pervert and destroy. Not create. I came to end it, and though I lost myself along the way, that was what I always wanted to be done.”

  Your mother is silent for a long time. When at last she speaks, her voice is choked with emotion, her eyes deep and haunted as they gaze into the flame. “That was why I came too, Penny. But I was too weak. In my dreams…It promised so much and I…I wanted it so badly I…”

  She falls silent. You tell her about your journey, about Orsen Castillo and your letter from Kara. In time, she becomes willing enough, and she tells you about the rumors of a great evil rising that she chased to Ctharne. She talks about the beast with four eyes and how she seduced it for the voice that was whispering in her head.

  She says little of her time as Zhibbareth's bride, and you do not press her. Some things are too terrible to dwell upon.

  On the fourth day you reach the shore. Gulls wheel and cry in the sky, and on the horizon, you see the zephyr bobbing at anchor.

  “Penny!”

  Words cannot describe the relief you feel as the captain races across the beach, waving eagerly for you. “Thank the gods! We were near ready to leave without you.”

  Laughing, you embrace the captain, sobbing as the story of your rescue pours out. He listens attentively, then you direct his attention to your mother, who has been silently staring at the ship. “And now we can return!”

  “Yes,” your mother says distantly. “You must.”

  You lower your arm. “Mother? What do you mean?”

  She smiles sadly at you and sighs. “Penny. My lovely daughter. I cannot go with you.” She looks sadly back at the jungles which choke the island. “All of this is my fault. None of it would have come about if I hadn’t been so weak.” She smiles sadly. “I must remain and try and undo what I have done.”

  You release Orsen and take a step towards her. “Mother, you can’t!”

  “I must. Please understand. I am the cause of all the evil that befell this island. I have to stay and try and make it right.”

  “Then I will too! I did not come here and rescue you just to lose you again! Please mother.”

  “What!” Orsen gasps. “But, Penny…”

  “You should go,” you tell the captain fondly. “Take these girls back and get a council with the king. He has to learn of what went on here.”

  “Come with me,” Orsen says. “He’ll believe you far more than me. Penelope.”

  You look back to your mother, who already gazes emptily at the dark depths of the island, her back straight and tall with submission to her new purpose.

  What do you do?

  Stay with your mother

  Return with your mother

  Leave your mother behind

  A shared nightmare of flesh

  You awaken slowly, forgetting, for a precious few seconds, what horror your existence has become. Gradually, you become aware of the slithering, gurgling flesh of the breeding pit. The walls are living flesh, the floors are living flesh, and the ceiling pulsates and bulges with blasphemous, living flesh. Pinkish and red lights glow from within fluid-filled sacs, casting eerie light through the endless catacombs of unwholesome creation. A miasma of pink mist clings to the floor, its cloying, sweet scent unable to cover the stench of filth.

  You blink sweat from your eyes, moaning softly as you lift your head up. You are bent over and thrust through the middle of a column of living flesh. Your milk-swollen tits hang out one side, along with your head and your arms, which are now woven into the fleshy surface of the wall. Your buttocks and backside emerge from the other side of the column, your legs woven into the flesh on that side. You are placed at the perfect height for monsters of all shapes and sizes to use you at their whim. Your position also provides you with an unfortunate view of your sister.

  Kara is just as wedded to the fleshy wall around her. Her legs are folded, feet swallowed up and thighs held wide apart to expose her gruesome, glistening cunt. Her huge belly throbs and with a slurp her latest clutch of monstrous life begins to squirm out of her well-used body. Wugs, by the looking of them. They drop by twos and threes out of her folds and into the mist beneath her. Her head dangles as if she is watching them emerge from her own body. She moans with the insane pleasure that only such a sight could cause.

  Gertlings enter the chamber to check on the freshly-made monsters. They fill baskets with the squirming wugs and carry them away. One gertling reattaches the living pumps, like lipless mouths, to your sister’s breasts so that her milking can resume.

  “Kara,” you softly moan.

  She lifts her head and gives you a sickly smile.

  “More babies,” she croaks.

  “More,” you agree, smiling at her as something ruptures in the darkness above and rains foul-smelling liquid down on your head. You are not sure if she is proud of her clutch of wugs or eager for more babies to give to the cause. You understand her craving. You are perpetually fertile and currently without the joyful weight of life growing inside your belly. You desperately need more.

  Your head droops and restless sleeps overtakes you. The sound of something bigger than the gertlings approaching stirs you from your sleep. You lift your head again and see Kara looking eagerly behind you. A furry, hunchbacked creature nearly as big as an orc staggers past you and towards your sister. The bug-eyed beast grips a length of pink cock in its clawed hand, stroking its rigid length as it approaches your sister. The beast blocks your view of your sister, but you hear her gasp of pleasure as she is filled by the monster’s glorious hardness.

  You are jealous, but only for a moment. You hear a grunt from the other side of the column that holds you and a moment later you feel a rough hand caressing your backside. You moan and clench your anus, your only way of moving in response to the hand stroking and squeezing your immobilized buttocks.

  “Yes, yes, give me more,” you moan. “More babies.”

  The hot tip of a beastly cock presses against your swollen cunt. You suck in a breath and the creature rams its cock deep into your perpetually-slick pussy. You gasp and begin to cum at the first stroke, your walls clutching at his rigid maleness and your anus tensing with each spasm of pleasure. The beast sheaths every inch of its hard cock inside you and you feel its furry balls slap against your clit and its furry legs against your buttocks.

  “OOOooooh,” you moan. It is a cry to match the musical moans of your sister. You stare at her lover’s furry hunchback, watching him jerk his hips furiously as he thrusts into her at virtually the same rate as the monster claiming your slick pussy. In that raunchy visual you feel connected to your sister, as if her body is your own and the pleasure you feel is the same as what she is experiencing. Perhaps, by being connected to the throbbing flesh of the breeding pit, you are a part of the same body.

  “Unnnnh!” The creature fucking your sister throws its shaggy head back and roars with pleasure. Its strokes become savage, intermittent, and powerful. Kara cries with ecstasy each time he slams into her.

  The cock pounding deep into your pussy begins to swell and twitch and the beast fucking you roughly grabs your hips. You groan with your pleasure, cumming again as you feel the creature’s cock swelling larger and larger. It pumps de
ep inside you and hot monster cum splashes against your womb. Joy washes over you as you are bred by the beast. Your worries and horror are forgotten as the joy of your singular purpose takes over once more.

  Tendrils slide from the darkness and warm, toothless mouths engulf your nipples. These hideous appendages begin to slurp the milk from your heavy breasts. Your tits swing and shake as the beast fills you again and again with his frothing seed. He will spend hours using your aching holes before he is finished.

  You laugh madly, hopeless but full of joy, your body, your womb, nothing but tools in Zhibbareth’s conquest of all of mankind.

  You have failed completely. Your adventure is at an end.

  BAD END

  << START OVER | < SKIP PROLOGUE | INDEX

  Surrender

  After everything you have endured in this long, gruesome adventure across the blighted island of Ctharne, you cannot face battle with your own mother. It is too much. Alyssa sees the faltering look in your eyes and takes your hand in one of her clawed hands.

  “We can do this,” she hisses. “We can beat her.”

  “She is my mother,” you say. “She raised me and nurtured me. Whatever she has become now, I cannot kill her. Maybe… maybe she is right. I cannot become the ‘bride’ she wants, but I can still be here ally.”

  Alyssa glances doubtfully at your giantess mother stalking towards the two of you. She is so huge and both beautiful and terrible in that beauty. She looms above you, ready to smash you into the tiled floor.

  “Wait!” You call out. “Wait! Mother… we… we yield to you.”

  “Now? Why did you not yield to me before?!” She clenches her fists and snarls with anger.

  “I cannot become the bride of this god, but I surrender to you, mother.” You drop to your knees.

  “We both do,” says Alyssa, dropping to her knees beside you. That is a surprise. Alyssa takes your hand again and you kneel together before your furious mother. You try not to look up at her angry golden eyes or the way she is snorting with such rage that her huge milky tits heave with each breath.

  Instead of exploding with fresh anger, her fury seems to deflate.

  “Very well,” she says. “I had hoped for so much more from you, Penny, but I see you are only human. You and your demon whore friend will be spared.”

  “Th-thank you, mother,” you say, looking up at her as tears spill from your eyes.

  “Do not thank me yet,” she says. “You will become handmaidens to the cause.”

  She motions to the group of red-robed, red-hooded women. Most of them are visibly pregnant. They emerge from alcoves around the room and before you realize what is happening you are surrounded by the red-robed women. They coo and caress you and Alyssa. A huge man pushes through them and suddenly clamps collars of red iron around your neck and Alyssa’s neck.

  “W-what is this?” The succubus demands.

  “Fertility charms,” says your mother. “Some creatures on the island need more help than others. Now even your cursed demonic womb may give birth to the perfection of other monsters.”

  “You mean we…” You try to pull the collar off but it will not disengage.

  “You and your demon friend will serve as breeding stock to create his army. Do not look so sad, Penny. There are far worse fates you could have suffered. These women are happy to be filled with the blessed monsters, aren’t you, girls?”

  “Yes, mother,” they all chorus at once.

  “My power,” cries Alyssa. “I cannot break free or use my power.”

  “No, you belong to me now, demon whore,” laughs your mother. She shouts to the warriors nearby, “Bring me a pair of wartlings! It is time for these two maidens to be seeded!”

  Alyssa wails and struggles against the collar, but she cannot rise from her knees. You have already surrendered yourself to your mother’s will and you remain kneeling as you patiently await your fate. Two armored warriors march into the massive chamber, their boots ringing from the ancient tiles as they approach.

  Each leads a so-called wartling. You have never seen one before, but you can see that they are hideous mutations of diminutive gertlings. They stand about four feet in height, with broader shoulders and a wider head than a gertling. They are hunchbacked, with loose folds of skin that droop from their body and stooped posture to match the rolls of fat that swallow up their necks. Their flesh is greenish, with ugly yellow mottling, and their wide gertling mouths hangs open, drooling, with long purple tongues dangling from their lips like a couple of panting dogs. Their eyes bulge and look about warily before locking onto the sight of you and Alyssa.

  “Go on, my lovely children,” says your mother and you realize she is speaking to the wartlings and not you. She smiles and waves encouragingly towards you and Alyssa. “Go and sow your seed.”

  The wartlings gibber with happiness and waddle past the warriors to approach you and the kneeling succubus. Alyssa continues to struggle to the last moment; you lift your head and watch with a blank smile on your face as the wartling waddles up to you. A putrid pale purple cock droops from beneath the wartling’s belly, gleet dripping from the hooded tip. Alyssa cringes away from such a foul sight, but you continue your dull smile as you reach out with both hands and cradle the ugly monster’s disgusting cock.

  “Yes, she takes to it, see,” laughs your mother. “Oh, Penny, I always suspected you would end up on your knees before a monster. I thought it would be pleading for your life, but this is much better.”

  “Thank you for sparing us,” you say, grateful tears welling in your eyes as you stroke the wartling’s musky cock. It mutters with pleasure and wraps its stubby fingers in your hair, pulling your face to its crotch and rubbing its smelly cock all over your lips and chin. You gasp with perverse desire, opening your mouth and letting your tongue taste the sour liquid oozing from the wartling’s cockhead. It takes little more encouragement from the excited creature to have you slurping that cock into your submissive mouth.

  You service your hideous lover eagerly. Beside you, Alyssa moans and whimpers helplessly as the wartling fucks her mouth. Neither creature has a particularly large cock, though it swells to nearly human proportions, your face slapping against its flabby gut and its foul gleet coating your throat as you gulp it down.

  “I’m sure the wartlings enjoy your lovely mouths,” declares your mother, watching every move, “but it is high time to offer your wombs to be seeded.”

  You pop your mouth from the wartling’s wet cock and gasp an eager, “Yesssss.”

  “Please, not this,” moans the succubus.

  You hardly spare a thought for Alyssa as you turn on your hands and knees and lower your head to the blasphemous tiles, offering your plump ass and juicy pussy up to the wartling. The creature’s huge, drooling smile opens wider and yours surprises you by grabbing your ass and burying its tongue up your cunt. You squirm and moan as it licks out your hot channel.

  Alyssa receives no such attention. She is forces to her knees and mounted roughly by her wartling. You watch with some small jealousy as his putrid purple cock thrusts into her perfect pussy. Fucking a succubus must be heaven for such a creature and he does not last long. In perhaps twenty furious strokes, he hunches forward, his neck finally emerging from his fat rolls as he strains with effort. His tiny, sharp teeth clench together and as you are enjoying your wartling lover’s tongue you watch Alyssa being filled with monstrous cream.

  The demoness’s demeanor changes as she is seeded. You see a rapturous expression come over her face. She begins to thrust back against the creature as frothy cum drips from her pussy. It’s all too much and you begin to cum powerfully against the tongue of the wartling slurping and lapping at your cunt. He squeals with delight as you rub your round ass in his face. You buck your hips as powerful waves of pleasure ripple through you.

  You do not have to wait long to receive the same sort of pleasure that Alyssa is experiencing. The wartling turns you onto your back and climbs atop you like a hum
an. It thrusts its hot cockflesh into your dripping cunt, driving deep and leaning over you to lick your face with its lolling tongue. You open your mouth, leaning up to suck its tongue between your lips and kiss it as you would a lover. Your mother chuckles at your total surrender.

  “You want it so badly,” she laughs. “Go on, my daughter. Make yourself useful to the Great One. Beg for your womb to be seeded by this lowly creature.”

  “Yessss,” you gasp, caressing the wartling’s grotesque, scabby flesh. “Oh, yes, please! Fill me with your seed. Fill me with your glorious spawn!”

  “EEEEeeeeee gOOOOD!” The wartling cries, bucking its hips and sloshing in and out of your sopping cunt. You feel its cock tremble and warmth spurt deep into your slick pussy. As the monstrous sperm finds your human egg, you feel the curse of the island take hold, enhanced by your collar, driving you to an instant, orgasmic understanding.

  You have been bred by the wartling.

  “Ohhhhh, yessss, I feel it!” You cry, arching with ecstasy as your brimming pussy overflowing with frothy wartling spunk.

  “Ahhhh, welcome, my daughter,” laughs your mother, towering over you and Alyssa. “Welcome to you both. You will serve as handmaidens for the remainder of your lives.”

  “Thank you!” You and Alyssa answer in unison as the wartlings continue to thrust in and out of your goo-swamped pussies.

  You mother turns to the warriors, still nearby and watching through the visors of their dark helmets.

  “When the wartlings have had their fill, send the girls to the Exalted Convent to begin their education.”

  The warriors salute your mother with their mailed fists and she strides off to leave you to the pleasures of the wartling. You hardly notice her go, so enamored are you with the hideously wonderful kiss and thrusting cock of your monstrous lover.