Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “O-ooooooh,” you moan as the egg pushes inside you. Your cunt undulates, drawing the egg greedily towards your womb. You feel every inch, pulses of pleasure radiating through your body.

  When the egg reaches your womb, slipping free and entering you, you tense as you feel the curse of the fertility take hold. The mere lust and gloom of defeat which fill you melt into love for the pale creature. You look lovingly upon her human form, with its so pale skin and its pulsing blue veins. Even it tentacles which writhe across your flesh you grow to love. When one slithers near your lips your tongue flicks out, licking the slimy limb coquettishly.

  “M-mmmmore,” you moan, writhing lazily in the loose grip of the tentacles. The Scylla obliges. Egg after egg pushes its way down your tunnel, pulsing into your womb. You cum as each throbs through your body. One after the next, your stomach swelling to accommodate the pearly eggs of the Scylla.

  But that is not all the Scylla does. Tentacles tear aside your shirt, your swollen breasts bouncing free. Two new tentacles rise from the scylla’s mass. Different from before. These both end in semi transparent cups which latch onto your tender nipples.

  “O-ooooh,” you moan as the two cups begin to suck at your nipples. “Nnnn! S-sorry,” you say, knowing they will draw nothing from your dry udders. “T-time,” you beg. “I’ll have…have milk. In time…”

  You wonder if the lamia understands. You somehow doubt it, but that doesn’t matter. It communicates what it needs to.

  At last, you can take no more. Your stomach bulges obscenely with eggs. The Scylla seems satisfied, for she eases her breeding limb from you. Your inner walls try to clench to keep it in, but have been so thoroughly loosened by the eggs passing through you haven’t a prayer to. Yet even then it’s not done. The tentacles which grip you turn you over, exposing your plump bottom to its ministrations. Realizing its desire, you shake your heart shaped bottom greedily, and keen as you feel its ovipositor press against your tart back door.

  Once more you receive your master’s eggs. One after the next pumped into your greedy body. Your mind blanks from pleasure as each pearl pushes past the ring of your anus and fills your bowels. You saw back into it, but it is not some rough fucking, but a steady, thorough breeding.

  Yet even this must end, and at last the ovipositor is pulled free from you. You whine in protest, but cannot deny the fullness of your body. The Scylla lowers you onto the shore, her tentacles caressing your sweat soaked form as they depart. The Scylla gathers her many limbs about her, and slowly sinks once more into the waters of the murky lake.

  You do not see her black hair vanish beneath the waves. You merely lie on the shore, staring at the misty sky with an expression of dull eyed bliss. Your ass throbs with the feeling of the myriad eggs. Your stomach shifts around the first batch which fills your womb. You hear a soft slithering nearby and turn your head to see the lamia slide close. She stops beside you, lying next to you and laying her hand upon your stomach.

  “Nnn,” you groan, feeling the eggs shift beneath the pressure of her touch.

  “Ssssso,” the lamia purrs contentedly. “You have been blessed as well. Good.” Her coils lazily wind about you, being very careful not to disturb your egg swollen abdomen and rear.

  “Yes,” you say. “It was.” As her human half slides over you, you lean forward and delicately run your tongue over the unsubtle curve of her stomach.

  With a feeling of languid satiation you and the lamia wind about each other. She dips her tongue into your puffy gash, licking up what remains of the scylla’s juices. You in turn tongue her breasts, enjoying her flesh with a feeling of perfect satisfaction. There is none of the animosity from before. The Scylla has plenty of eggs for you both, and you cannot wait to birth the first of your clutch, and hopefully, many more.

  CONTINUE >

  The perilous web

  “This is absolute foolishness.” Your mother’s voice rings in your mind. “I can smell her stink all over you, Penny. You’ve already made the mistake of kissing a succubus. Now you bring her to Rhilath?!”

  It has been hours since you left the brothel and you can feel the Dead City growing closer with each step. You cast a glance back at the lovely succubus in her fur-lined vest and red leather trousers as she follows a pace behind you on the path through the dark forest. You cannot help but admire her creamy cleavage and the way she takes each step as if mounting a lover. She catches you looking at her and her lashes flutter over her violet eyes.

  “What is it, Penelope?” She asks.

  “Nothing,” you say, quickly looking away. Truth be told, you rather prefer Alyssa’s tempting beauty to your mother’s nagging. Then again, that might just be the seductive influence of the succubus at work in your mind.

  “I will bring who I please, mother.” You snap back within your mind. She is quiet for several seconds.

  “I suppose the Great One might find some use for her,” says your mother. “She could sow discord among the remaining human settlements and force them to turn against one another before his armies march on them. She might even make a good herald.”

  “See, I serve the Great One with my every action,” you reply, trying to keep a mocking tone out of your mental message.

  “Very well,” says your mother’s voice inside your head, “but do not mistake this one for a faithful companion. And if the need should arise, abandon her to her fate.”

  “I will not abandon her to her fate,” you reply. “No matter what you believe, I like Alyssa.”

  You glance back over your shoulder, expecting to see the lovely succubus once more. She is gone. You stop and call out softly, “Alyssa?”

  Getting no response, you raise your voice, “Alyssa?! Where are you?”

  Your heart begins to beat with fear. You grow tense and move one hand to your sword.

  “Why would you worry about a demoness?” Your mother’s voice intrudes. “Leave her, as I said. She is of no use to you anyway. You are close to Rhilath.”

  You ignore your mother and backtrack along the path. You find the spot where Alyssa’s footsteps disappear. There is no sign of a struggle, so she must have taken to wing. But where did she go? You scan the surrounding trees. There! Beyond the tree line perhaps a hundred paces away, you see a scarlet slash of color in the trees. You move cautiously into the woods and discover the torn cloak of the succubus.

  “Alyssa?” You call out.

  “Help me!” She calls out immediately, although you are not certain where it is coming from. It sounds quite close. You look around, expecting to see her red leathers or the white fur trim of her vets, perhaps her creamy skin. Instead, you see a rather large pile of gems glittering on the forest floor.

  “By the gods, what is that?” You murmur, striding cautiously towards the pile.

  “Up here!” Alyssa cries. “Be careful of the web!”

  You almost step into the web, but her warning comes just in time. A fine, almost invisible web spans from tree-to-tree and reaches high up into the surrounding forest. You look up and you see Alyssa, wings caught the web and her arms and legs hopelessly entangled in the sticky strands. She has a somewhat sheepish look on her face.

  “How… why are you in this web?” You ask.

  “There’s a magic item in that pile of gems,” she says. “I sensed it and came to investigate. I thought it would only take a moment… but… well…”

  She seems to shrug and make the whole expanse of webs glitter and shake slightly. The shaking allows you to notice several birds, leaves, and loose twigs caught in the web. It would seem that whatever made this trap has not checked it in at least a few hours. Perhaps it has been abandoned entirely. Or perhaps not.

  “Do you think you could get me down?” Alyssa asks. “Please? I cannot even cast a spell to free myself.”

  “Quiet,” you hiss. “I’m thinking.”

  She sighs with annoyance, but does not complain. You know of two creatures that would create a web like this. A man-eater spider is
the most dangerous, but these monsters do not leave their web traps and it would have already wrapped Alyssa up in webs and injected her with poison. If this web belongs to one of those giant spiders then it has surely been abandoned.

  No, this web is too lustrous, too freshly-spun for you to believe that it has been totally abandoned. This is a drider’s web and unlike man-eater spiders, the partially-human driders maintain several webs and check on them like a human trapper. The drider could return at any moment.

  You look at the torn cloak in your hands and up at Alyssa, beautiful and helpless in the drider’s web. You know from your research that such webs are difficult to cut. They are dangerously flammable, but that would burn up the poor succubus trapped inside.

  “Help me, please, Penelope,” hisses the succubus, cutting her gaze fearfully at the surrounding trees. “I think I sense something coming this way.”

  She’s right. You can hear the distant clicking of insect limbs and the rustle of leaves. A drider in the open is a formidable opponent. One with a web nearby will be extremely dangerous.

  “She isn’t worth it,” whispers your mother’s voice in your head. “Leave her and escape. The drider will not pursue with a plump morsel like that demoness in his web.”

  “Hurry,” gasps Alyssa, apparently quite afraid of the approaching drider. Her fear registers inside you on an almost primal level. You can hardly imagine abandoning the helpless succubus.

  “Leave her!” Your mother’s voice growls in your mind.

  What do you do?

  Rescue Alyssa from the driderweb

  Leave Alyssa and continue on your way

  Crush the drider

  Your mother is right. The drider dishonored the Great One with his words. The continued existence of such a creature is a threat to the harmonious order the sleeping god wishes to establish over the island. You raise your hand, palm up, and look into the angry red eyes of the drider.

  “Goodbye,” you say coldly. You close your hand into a fist, willing the magic to clench the trees tightly. The huge trunks and the heavy branches constrict around the drider in a sudden creak of movement. The drider manages a final, strangled yell. There is a disgusting, wet crunch and blood sprays out from among the crushing trees.

  “Ah!” Alyssa recoils in shock. She shakes blood from the hand she uses to shield her face. “I had no idea you had such cruelty in you, huntress.”

  “Neither did I,” you say, brushing blood from Alyssa’s soft cleavage. You smile almost sweetly, exhilarated by the ease with which you dispatched the powerful drider. “But it is a bit of fun, isn’t it?”

  Alyssa chuckles, but you hear a hint of nervousness in her voice. You set off with her down the path to Rhilath.

  “The Great One will be pleased,” says your mother’s voice in your head. Her words stroke you like an affectionate hand. “You have made an example of one who speaks ill of our god. None who see this crushed little bug will dare profane the Great One. You should do the same for that demon whore who walks by your side.”

  You glance at Alyssa and your smile fades.

  “No,” you say simply to your mother. “She is my friend.”

  “Then you remain a fool,” your mother’s voice grows cool with contempt. “A succubus does not have a friend, only game pieces she moves about the board to serve her own desires.”

  At that moment, Alyssa laces her arm through yours and leans against you. Her warmth and her sweet smell are almost intoxicating. You feel a swell of affection for the demoness, but your mother’s warning remains like a taint within your mind. Can you trust her?

  Ahead, you see the path leading out of the darkness of the forest and becoming a paved road through an open field. The sinister towers of Rhilath rise in the hazy distance.

  You are almost there…

  CONTINUE >

  Drink her mother’s milk

  In your beautiful, giantess mother’s arms, held against her enormous breast, you can hardly resist the depraved desire to suckle from her milky teat. You moan softly as your mouth opens and engulfs her thumb-sized nipple. You suck it eagerly and plentiful, warm cream immediately spurts into your mouth. You swallow so you can suck more. Your lips pop wetly against her wide areola. She cradles the back of your head, a moan rumbling through her enormous breasts as you drink more and more of her sweet, relaxing milk.

  Time seems to fade away as you nurse at your mother’s breast as you did all those years ago. She coos sweetly to you, helping you to forget all the terrible things that have happened to you on Ctharne. This, you realize, is all that matters. The bond between mother and daughter; undiminished by size or power or evil. Your mouth opens wider, suckling at her titflesh, drawing that soft mound into your mouth and her nipple to the back of your throat as you gulp at her plentiful cream.

  “Yessss, my sweet,” she moans. “Shhhhh, that’s a good girl. Have your fill and then we will begin.”

  You suckle and drink yourself into a warm stupor of relaxation. Nothing seems perverse or out of the ordinary about it. You find nothing strange in that she is a giantess and you are an adult woman. It only seems natural for her to cradle you in her powerful arms and stroke your head as your tongue swirls against her milky breast.

  “Bring forward both sacrifices,” she says. “Penny will handle them both with my help.”

  You hear rasping and muffled screams form behind you, a box being opened and an evil presence gathering in the room, but you remain focused on filling your belly with your mother’s soothing milk. You drink until you feel warm all over and your pussy is aching with need.

  Your mother gently sets you down on the altar of cool stone. You smile up at her, licking the last drops of her milk from your lips. She strokes a lock of hair from your face.

  “There you are, my sweet,” says your mother. “Are you ready for the birthing? The sacrifices are ready for you.”

  “Yes, that’s sounds wonderful,” you say, a dreamy smile on your face. You slowly lift your head as two hooded, gaunt humans approach the altar. Both men are naked, their flesh carved with bloody symbols, but it is neither their bony physiques nor their carved flesh that draws your attention. Both men sport huge cocks of writhing black flesh. The glistening black ripples, twists, and changes shape as they draw closer. The bulging cocks seem to bend and search for the steamy entrance of your pussy.

  “Oh, what are those?” You ask, staring in wonder at the lovely cocks.

  “Pieces of the Great One,” says your mother. “They were cleaved from him many thousands of years ago and have shriveled almost to nothing.”

  “Almost to nothing? They’re both huge!”

  “Almost to nothing,” repeats your mother. “They take the form of Zhibbareth’s desire. He is a seed in search of soil. He is a key that seeks his locked door.”

  You tear your gaze away from the lovely cock and look up at your mother. “Me? Am I the locked door?”

  “Your womb,” says your mother, spreading a hand out on your abdomen just above your lightly tufted mound. “You will give birth to the new age of our god.”

  “Oh, mother,” you moan, trembling with desire. “Yes, please. My body is for him.”

  “All is for him,” agrees your mother. “All hail Zhibbareth.”

  She motions to the so-called sacrifices and they climb onto the altar with you. One man crawls between your legs, the blackness dangling from his groin stroking up your thigh and rubbing against the hot flesh of your furrow. The other man crawls beside you, grabbing a handful of your soft titflesh and roughly squeezing. You gasp in surprise and he smacks his damp cock against your lips and tongue. A part of you knows the strange flavor you taste is purest corruption, but it seems sweet against your tongue and you open your mouth wider to him. His cock slips between your lips.

  “Yesss,” you mother hisses. “Good! What a lovely slut you are, Penny. Suck him!”

  “Mmmmmmphmmm,” you agree, bobbing your head as he fucks into the soft oval of your lips. A
s his twisting cocklength plunges into your mouth, thrusting deeper each time, you feel the other monstrous cock rubbing at your hot slit.

  “Yes, claim her sweet cunt,” hisses your mother.

  “Mmmmphhhmhm,” you add as spit and black ichor drips from your chin.

  The cock thrusts deep into your hungry pussy and pleasure ripples through your body. The strangely malleable hardness of the monstrous cock works in and out in a gruesome piston. It slurps into you with each thrust, swelling and stretching your cuntlips wider. The sacrifice fucking your mouth thrusts deeper still, plunging past your inert gag reflex and sliding his slime fucksword into your throat.

  “Nnnnngggmmmmm,” you moan around the delicious cock as it fucks into your throat with every stroke. Your breasts heave and bounce as the other sacrifice forcefully fucks your twitching pussy. You are in a state of submissive bliss.

  Unable to do much more than be fucked in your clutching cunt and your throat, you ride a wave of pleasure that carries you to an intense, gurgling orgasm. You arch beneath the two sacrifices and offer yourself to them completely. The sacrifice fucking your mouth holds your head, slamming hard and fast into your throat. The sacrifice claiming your throat bends your legs up and hammers his filthy cock deep into your pussy.

  “Yesssss,” hisses your mother. “Take the seed of Zhibbareth! Be filled with your destiny!”

  You look up at her, blinking away tears of rapturous pleasure as your orgasmic peak seems to grow higher and higher. Suddenly, you feel both cock simultaneously begin to throb and jerk inside you. Hot, blasphemous cum spurts into your womb and down your throat. The moment the geyser of cum finds your womb, you feel a new happiness of conception saturate your body and mind. With each thrust of the cocks and each jerk of their pleasure, massive gushes of thick, almost painfully warm seed pour down your throat and deep into your pussy.