Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, yes, mistress,” you whisper. “It’s beautiful.”

  “A dirty girl like you needs to prove your faith,” says Alyssa. “You need to worship me. Worship my ass, you dirty girl.”

  You have never wanted anything more in your life! You embrace her thighs and pull her down heavily onto your face, smothering yourself under the warm weight of her ass. The succubus giggles with delight and grinds her ass down onto your face, further smothering you. All you can do is breathe the raunchy perfume of her cunt and her ass as you wantonly lash her crack with your tongue. You lick her hot clench, feeling it flex above your tongue.

  “Ohhhh, that’s it,” she cries. “Lick it. Lick it and worship it.”

  “Nnnnnnnn yessss,” you moan, thrusting your tongue against that hot, clenching drum. Your tongue pushes past her clenched muscles and into the hot passage of her ass. She cries out as she fucks down onto your tongue, squeezing you with her ring and working her hips to grind against your face. Breathing is difficult and secondary to pleasuring the gorgeous succubus. “Ooohh, so deep, now lick the rim again.”

  She lifts enough for you to slip your tongue back out of her asshole and resume lapping at her pucker. As you praise her magnificence with your tongue on her pucker, Alyssa bounces lightly up and down, smacking the weight of her ass against your face. You moan with desire, twitching your hips as you hold her tightly and lap at her naughty hole. Her thighs shake and you realize she is touching herself with her fingers. You bury your tongue up her ass again and you can actually feel her fingers pushing against your tongue through the walls of her pussy and ass.

  “That’s it,” cries the succubus. “Praise me! Worship my ass! Ohhhhhhh! Yes, you naughty girl! You naughty little whooooorrreeeEEE!”

  She smothers you completely, your tongue deep in her rhythmically clenching asshole as Alyssa cums against her fingers and atop your face. Her ass seems as if it might swallow you up. You cannot breathe and it hurts, your lungs ache, but you do not stop.

  If this is how I die, you think, it was all worth it.

  But Alyssa has other plans for you. She lifts her luscious ass from your face and you have a momentary glimpse of her lavender pucker, glistening and slowly closing, before she rolls off your face.

  “Oh, mistress,” you moan, cool air against your flushed face.”Did I worship you properly?”

  “Yes, you dirty girl,” she laughs. “And now I have a reward for you.”

  She cups her tender pussy and pulls her hand away after a moment. You are surprised to see her womanhood has been replaced by a cock. It is of a modest size, pale and hooded, with a darker lavender tip verging on purple. It seems so delicate, it seems almost feminine.

  “What is that?” You ask in surprise.

  “My gift to you,” she laughs, taking your hand and pulling it to her semi-flaccid member. “I am going to fuck your ass with it. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

  “Oh… ahh… I suppose… although…”

  “I made it small so it won’t hurt,” she says. “Now stroke it. Make it hard.”

  “Y-yes, mistress,” you agree, grasping her delicate shaft and stroking back her foreskin. You work your hand gently on her cock and quickly draw it to full stiffness. It proves to be fairly long, but not overly thick.

  “On your knees now, slave,” says Alyssa with a smile on her face.

  She gives your bottom a few more decent swats as you position yourself before her, offering up your ass to the gorgeous demoness. She reaches around to your face and pushes two fingers into your mouth. You suck them as she rubs her cock along your crack, the underside of her hardness stroking the tender clench of your anus. She pulls her glistening fingers from your mouth and moves them to her asshole. She swirls her wet fingertip around your hole, stroking and slowly easing them into your ass.

  “Ohhhhhh,” you moan, arching your back and offering yourself up to her touch. She probes her fingers in and out of your asshole, twisting them gently and opening your pucker wider. The sensation is incredible and only enhances as she reaches around your thighs and massages your clit. It only takes a few strokes and you are overwhelmed by an orgasm. Your fingers twist in the sheets and you cry out with pleasure as the orgasm ripples through your body.

  “Oh,” she laughs, “oh, you naughty little slut. You’re cumming already?”

  “Yes! Yesss, I can’t stop!” You cry loudly, fucking back against her fingers as your muscles squeeze against them.

  “You’re an anal whore,” the succubus leans over your back, her breasts warm against you, kissing your shoulder and nibbling at your ear as you fuck back against her fingers.

  Your orgasm spent, you can only whimper, “Yes, mistress,” as you fall forward onto the bed, your ass still in the air. Alyssa slips her fingers out of your asshole and moves closer once more, guiding her cock to your spit-lubed hole. She gives you a moment to catch your breath and gently pushes her throbbing hardness inside you.

  The succubus slides every inch of her demonic cock into your ass in a single, deliberate stroke. As you feel her bollocks press against your pussy, you begin to cum once again. You whimper into the sheet as your ass clenches against her length. The pleasure of being assfucked by a demoness is mind-blowing. She takes hold of your hips and smoothly pumps her cock in and out of your little hole like it was made to be fucked. Your pleasure rises and falls, but you never seem to stop cumming as she takes your ass in faster and faster strokes.

  You recover somewhat from the incapacitating pleasure and begin to fuck back against her. Alyssa laughs and rewards you with gentle smacks upon your ass; just hard enough to give you a little sting of pain. Your tits sway beneath you with each stroke. Her hips smack slap against your ass and her cock seems to swell.

  “Do you want my seed, huntress?” She asks.

  “Oh, yes, please,” you moan. “Cum inside me. Fill me.”

  “Ohhhhh, with pleasure,” she laughs, slamming into your ass several more times. She buries her cock to the hilt and you feel it throbbing inside you as she pumps her seed deep into your bowels. The hot gush of her spunk sends you crashing into another intense orgasm. Your spasming ass milks Alyssa’s cock for every drop of her load.

  You can finally take no more and collapse onto the bed, your inside hot with the demoness’s cum and her cock sliding out of your creamy hole. You gasp for breath, shaking with the aftershocks of your pleasure.

  “Good girl,” she says and surprises you by leaning down and giving your ass a few good licks. The hot pleasure of her tongue nearly sends you over the edge again, but she stops short and rolls next to you on the bed. “Are you satisfied, my naughty little huntress?”

  “Yes,” you moan, your face hot with the afterglow of your pleasure. “Oh, yes, Alyssa. Such pleasures are beyond any I have ever known.”

  “You’re too kind,” she says, stroking your bottom. “I am afraid now we must deal with the matter of your tab. You owe me another taste of your essence.”

  You swallow the knot of fear in your throat and nod gently. You knew this was coming and there is no avoiding it. You sit up on the bed as Alyssa crawls towards you.

  CONTINUE >

  Parley

  If the mimic is a thing of the wizard’s making, maybe it can be reasoned with? Negotiated even.

  “N-now,” you begin tremulously. “I think we-oh!” you gasp as you feel the leathery strap between your legs saw against the inner muscles of your bum. “M-mm! M-maybe we could discuss this as rationaaaah!” You bite your lower lip as something in your breastplate pinches hard on your nipples, the entire strap of armor pressing your mounds against one another.

  “Nnn! B-but,” you gasp, trying to rally, even as you shake in pleasure. “But! I think we…we could come to an ah! B-beneficial relationship oh gods!”

  The last cry comes on the heel of something digging deep into your throbbing cunt.

  “Oh ye gods!” you gasp. Your hands slide down your hips, feeling the leather straps dig into your nak
ed flesh. They slide back, gripping the plump cheeks of your bum. “Ah!” You thrust your hips forward as the strap sliding down crack grinds against your increasingly tender hole. “Oooooh!”

  You spread your legs, gyrating your hips as the thing within your cunt throbs and twists, digging deep inside you. “Mmm! Oh yes! Deeper! Sweet gods yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder damn you!”

  Your nipples pulse with pleasure beneath the relentless grip of your breastplate. The armor shifts, revealing more of your pale flesh. You feel the strap down your back cling to your spine, the hot leather digging into your flesh. You abandon any attempts to negotiate or deny the mimic. You don’t know where its actions end and yours begin.

  Panting, writhing, you collapse on the floor, rubbing yourself against the living armor. More straps crawl across your flesh. You feel the mimics body sear into your own skin. Becoming a part of you. Your senses expand, growing. You can feel the armor as surely as it were your arm or legs. You will it deeper, and it does. You touch the warm metal above your nipples. Following the circling grooves and feel it as surely as if it were your own skin.

  You’re on your knees, ass thrust in the air. Straps sprout from the back of it and fall, lashing your pert bottom to a healthy red. “Oooooh!” you moan as your armor lays down a punishing barrage, the stinging pain entering your behind, the throbbing pleasure of the girdle as it fucks you pulsing from the front. “Yessss,” you hiss. “Harder! Beat me. Fuck me! Make me cum damn it! Oh yes!”

  Pain and pleasure meet in your core. Your eyes roll back as you cum, feeling the abased pleasure of your own body, the wonderful pleasure as you submit totally, and become something more.

  You come down slowly from your orgasm. Cradled back into wakefulness and awareness by the soothing feeling of the mimic on your body. Slowly you stand, your muscles taut where the leathers bite into your skin. A lazy smile graces your lips, your eyes dull and listless. You stretch slowly, the leather of your armor creaking with the motion. A satisfied gasp escapes you.

  You recall the mission Penny had been sent on. The compelling command of your mother. But as you look down at the tattoo emblazoned above your mons, the compulsion feels remote. Disinteresting. “Why should I?” you wonder aloud. “Why should I, when there’s so much more I could do?”

  Laughter bubbles from your throat. Fierce. Powerful. Like a hungry shewolf you stalk out of the tower, away from the deeper regions of the island. You want more. Your body craves it! And by all that is and shall be, you will have it!

  CONTINUE >

  Tell me what you know about the Great One

  You gaze across the crackling fire and ask your sister, “What do you know about this so-called ‘Great One?’”

  She finishes the piece of rabbit she is chewing on and wipes her lips with her sleeve. Her face is golden in the firelight and the shadows of her worried brow deep and moving.

  “Zhibbareth,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “That is what I’ve gathered from some of the ruins I’ve discovered. There was a half-buried temple in one of the dead settlements. Some gertlings were digging it up. I ran them off and found tablets they were trying to copy onto the wall with chisels. His cult is returning and all the humans and the monsters on this island somehow know to worship him.”

  “What is he?” You ask.

  “He’s old, Penny. Older than old. As near as I can tell, the humans on this island destroyed his temples centuries ago and he was exiled from this realm. But he is coming back. The humans are being converted or enslaved and the monsters are returning. Everywhere.”

  “I’ve seen more types of monsters on this one island than should be possible,” you say.

  “His cult seems to be based out of the old city, Rhilath. Some call it the ‘Dead City’ because it was so cursed no humans would live there after the original fall of Zhibbareth.” She rubs a tender spot on her arm, perhaps remembering some injury she has suffered her on the island. “Have you heard that name?”

  In all your research, in the hundreds of ancient and forbidden texts you have delved into for your family’s codex, you have never heard of an entity called Zhibbareth.

  “Never,” you admit. “Ctharne is sometimes mentioned, a great and ancient evil is referenced, but only in the tales of sailors or oracles. I have never heard the name.”

  “Zhibbareth,” she repeats his name, staring hard into the fire. “His cult is based in Rhilath and they send out their cultists and their monsters to convert or enslave every human they can find. They use the women… they’re making monsters, Penny. As many as they can.”

  She looks up at you seriously, her golden eyes seeming to glow in the firelight.

  “Zhibbareth is making an army of monsters.”

  “How do we fight something like him?” You ask.

  “We have never fought anything like Zhibbareth before,” she says. “But, unless things have changed, he hasn’t risen yet. We might be able to stop him from rising. It might be our only chance.”

  A moment of silence follows her dire forecast. She finally asks, “Was there something else you wanted to know?

  What do you want to know?

  Tell me how the doppelganger captured you

  Tell me how you made your way across the island

  Tell me what you know about mother's fate

  Enough questions, we had better continue our journey

  Trapped in the mirror ending

  You arch your back and thrust your sweat-slick buttocks against the shadow-thing as it claims your ass for the tenth time in seemingly only a few hours. Usually, they give you a chance to rest, to recover from their attentions. Whatever whims guide the shadows that surround you seem to have them excited. A cock thrusts from the darkness and into your mouth, silencing your bestial moans of pleasure.

  Hands reach beneath you to roughly cup and squeeze your dangling breasts. The cocks saw in and out of your mouth and asshole and somehow a tongue begins to flutter against your clit and explore the chapped folds of your well-used cunt.

  The heavy darkness seems to swallow you tightly and press in on you from all sides. The hands pull you upright, so you are kneeling as the shadow-thing rams in and out of your ass and uses your mouth as its toy. More cock manifest in your hands and stroke through your curled fingers.

  Sometimes, your sister appears in the mirror. Other times it is yourself in a much healthier state. That version of you seems to laugh at your predicament. She seems amused by your sweaty pallor and your sunken eyes. Your body is seeming to melt away from starvation.

  In recent visits, even your thoughts are beginning to slip out of reach. Every moment she seems more like the woman you remember and you remember less of that woman. Your body aches constantly from thirst and hunger, the despair is constant, but these are only background beats to the constant drumming of pleasure.

  "Mmmmmmmm!" You moan around the cock in your throat. It twitches as if in orgasm, but offers up no seed. At this point, even a mouthful of that foul elixir would be a blessing. Instead, it is only the throbbing of pleasure and not the messy fluids. The cock in your ass does the same. After a moment of gasping a fresh cock invades your pussy, another thrusts into your mouth, and the nightmare of shadow-thing pleasuring resumes.

  You barely remember your own name. You remember it in the way a child might, recalling their own name spoken to one of the king's tax men or a cleric by their parents. You no longer recall how you came to be in this place. You must have done something truly terrible to deserve such a torture. Your body spasms with pleasure, clutching painfully at the cock in your pussy, and you feel the familiar dizzy sensation as more of your thoughts are swallowed up.

  You had a mother. Was there a sister? Why aren't they helping you? A single tear rolls down your withered cheek. Your skin is beginning to darken and shrivel as the last of your life force is absorbed by the darkness. Still your are afflicted by pleasure until you known nothing by the throbbing of orgasmic ecstasy.

  A
nd then you know nothing but the darkness.

  BAD END

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  Attack

  You do not want to fight this doppelganger that looks so much like your sister, but you have your sword already drawn and you are growing angrier by the moment. Doppelgangers are generally weak creatures that use their cunning to overcome more powerful foes. Even you should be able to best one in combat. You snarl with fury and swing at this vile imposter.

  She reacts with all of Kara’s speed, drawing a perfect reproduction of your sister’s rapier and deftly parrying your attack.

  “So this is how it will be, sister?” She says, countering and forcing you back a step as you meet her blade with yours.

  “I am not your sister,” you scream, swinging wide and stumbling past her. She slashes you across the back, slicing into your jacket, but missing your flesh. You whirl and swing wild, managing to catch her silky sleeve and open a bloody slash on her forearm.

  “You’re certainly faster than I remember you, Penelope,” she laughs, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Not fast enough for me.”

  She attacks you with a flurry of strikes. You barely manage to parry each as her sword crashes against your guard. One blow slides off your finger and opens a deep gash on your knuckle. Scarlet flows across your hand and grows sticky in your grip on the sword.

  Another series of strikes and you once more barely manage to counter each blow. On the sixth slash, you duck instead of parrying and swing across her chest. She cries out as you slash through her armor and gouge a wound across her per breasts. Blood soaks into her tunic and spills from beneath her leather breast piece.

  “Fast enough now?” You gasp, your heart pounding in your chest.

  She dodges your follow-through attack and gives you another wild slash across the back of your thigh. Blood soaks into your skirt and drips on the floor in a steady patter. The wound is extremely painful, but it does not feel dangerous. This false Kara manages another furious series of attacks, even though her left arm seems to be weakening. You retreat and parry again and again until your back is against a wall. She smirks, you kick her in the abdomen and drive her back.