Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Sit upon my lap and feed me,” he says, patting his lap.

  You giggle and you sit your freshly bathed bottom on the old merchant lap, only the thin material of the robe has given you covering your cheeks. You feel the bulge of his cock against you and are aware that every movement, every half-turn to feed him a grape or a morsel of sausage, grinds your plump bottom against his manhood.

  By the time the meal is over, he is quite hard and poking through the parted flap of his robe. Despite his state of arousal, he lets you up from his lap. He watches you sit down with obvious appreciation.

  “I think it is time we discuss terms for the third day,” says Bog. “Today, I offer you 100 zek, partly as a reward for your creativity yesterday, but for this double amount, I deserve double the pleasure.”

  “I am not certain I can find three women to join us,” you say, shaking your head at his greed.

  “I mean that I will have my cock in your beautiful quim and I will also have it in that plump bottom.” He smiles serenely despite the lewd demand. “I have thought of that since the moment we met. That is my offer. Will we be continuing our arrangement?”

  He rubs at his lap as you try to think.

  What do you do?

  Accept Luckfen's offer reluctantly on day three

  Accept Luckfen's offer eagerly on day three

  Refuse Luckfen's offer

  Lost in the protean ending

  Your body spasms again and you feel the familiar ripple of an orgasm. The slimeling squirms form inside your fluttering cunt, a fist sizes mass of wriggling sells nurtured within the warmth of your womb. You gasp and feel the slimeling slither over your thigh and slowly emerge from the larger mass of the protean. A tendril of the vast protean scoops up its newborn offspring and carries it off into the darkness of the chamber.

  You smile serenely and sink back against the soft cushion of slime. You watch your breasts being steadily milked. Your mounds are engorged and your nipples are swollen and fat, releasing milk that clouds surrounding cups of protean flesh. You wish your hands were free so that you could touch yourself. It feels so nice and you are so happy to have given birth to another slimeling. More are still squirming in your womb, waiting their turn to leave the warmth of your body.

  “You are such a good mother, Penelope,” murmurs the protean, sprouting a head beside yours.

  “Am I?” You ask dreamily.

  “Yes, you have given me more daughters than any of the others. Your womb is such a nurturing home to its guests and your milk,” the protean pinches your nipples sending jolts of pleasure through your body, “is plentiful and sweet. You are my favorite.”

  “Th-thank you,” you moan, trembling slightly at her attention.

  A human-like hand emerges from the slime beside you and caresses your face. She leans her lips down and lightly kisses your forehead. Within the nodule of the protean where you have lived these past weeks (months?) you feel a new cock pressing at your entrance. Your pussy opens easily and you whimper with pleasure as you are filled once more. The cock begins to move inside you, reminding you of the joy and pleasure of playing host to the protean’s seed.

  A body takes shape above you and you coo with delight as she assumes the shape of a human male and begins to fuck you properly. The slime recedes from your arms so you can embrace her and kiss her masculine lips. You thrust your tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Her cock drives deeper and deeper, warm against your womb.

  “Soon,” she burbles softly, “the Great One will rise in the Dead City. He and his queen will come to me for a full legion of his army. Our lovely daughters, Penelope. They have grown up and they will travel across the sea to the land of men. They will help the Great One conquer and enslave.”

  “Ohhh, yes,” you moan, your thighs trembling with pleasure as you orgasm threatens to explode. “Yes, our daughters… will enslave the humans.”

  “And I will rule this island,” burbles the slime. “It will be my reward for serving the Great One. I will spread my tendrils to ever cave and valley. My glistening majesty will coat the mountains.”

  “Oh, gods, yes! Cover everything in your… m-magnificent s-slime! Ahhhhhh!” You cry out and arch against her thrusting cock as you cum. The very idea of her triumphant slime spreading across the entire island fills you with joy. To think of all the little slimes you have nurtured within your womb and fed with the milk of your breasts. You are so lucky to be a part of the protean’s ascension. The realization drives your orgasm to unparalleled heights. The world seems to spin around you and your inner walls clutch powerfully around her thrusting cock.

  “Mmmmm! So beautiful!” Gurgles the protean. “And ready to be seeded with more!”

  Your orgasm rises once more as you feel her cock spurting deep inside you. Tears spill down your face as your womb is stuffed full of as much of the protean’s creamy seed as you can contain. You feel the other slimes growing inside you wriggle happily inside you.

  “Perfection,” you moan, caressing the protean. “I am happy… to serve you…”

  You are satiated and exhausted. You sink back into the slime and a tendril descends from the mass and enters your mouth. The creamy nourishment that you are fed every day begins to flow down your gullet and you slip into a contented sleep, happy to help bring about the Great One’s victory.

  BAD END

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  Human milk cow for the wugs ending

  There are many nice wugs who come to care for you in the barn. Croonekka is your favorite. He is the chief of the milk wugs and moves among the stalls where the women are kept. You watch him reach beneath a fair-haired cow with huge dangling breasts cradled by the sapgum cups of the milk pumps. He gently strokes the roundness of the cow’s belly and she snorts with pleasure and shifts her weight from foot to foot. Her arms hang in the restraints behind her back, supporting the weight of her upper body, and her hindquarters lean against the wooden bar that you and all the other milk cows are bent over.

  Croonekka disconnects the left sapgum hose and brings it to his rubbery lips, siphoning milk directly from the cow’s breast. She moans at his suction. He swishes the milk on his tongue and gulps it down. He croaks a compliment to the cow, strokes her golden hair, and feeds her a honey plug from his webbed hand. He moves to the next cow and you continue to watch him, rubbing your hips impatiently against the wooden bar and hoping he will decide to mate you today.

  Croonekka is handsome and he has a big cock. You like it when he mates you himself. He’s even better than most of the warriors and his belly and throat inflate with desire when he sees your lovely ass. He orders the lesser tenders to wash down some of the other cows because they have been sick or have been bitten by welt flies. Some cows he has slathered with tingling foam on their nethers to remove the hair that the wugs find so unpleasant. Other cows, the lucky ones, he probes with his slimy fingers and they low with happiness.

  “OoooooOOooh,” moans the white haired cow that you remember as your sister. She has small milk flesh. She was not well-liked by the tribe until her clutches began to mature and the tribe realized they were very strong and almost as smart as your clutches. You’ve heard Croonekka talking about your clutches too, but you can never find good words to ask him questions. Your mind is so cloudy now, but you are happy.

  Croonekka seems to decide that your sister is ready for breeding. He hangs the fertility charm over her and pulls the privacy curtain. Kara’s head remains outside the curtain. She has a silly smile on her face and her cheeks are flushed because she knows what is going to happen. You watch Croonekka’s feet move behind your sister’s. He moves forward with a thrust and your sister’s head pushes forward. She gasps as her head begins bouncing. You hear the wet slap of flesh of the chief tender’s slimy hips against Kara’s buttock and watch the ecstasy on her face as she lows with pleasure.

  Guhkoonka, one of the lower tenders, ugly and stupid, but beautiful to you, approaches you and
begins checking your milk flesh. He squeezes your breasts roughly and croaks with approval. He stands up and moves around to your hindquarters, teasing his clawed fingers over your buttocks. His touch rubs at your anus and your hairless pussy.

  “Not ready for breeding,” croaks Guhkoonka in the wug language. “I mate with your mouth. You like.”

  “OOooooohhhhh,” you moan with lust and shake your hips for him.

  The lesser tender drags his claws up your arched back, eliciting another moo of desire as he steps around to your face. You shudder and low with excitement as his pink cock slowly emerges from his genital slit. You open your mouth obediently and he pushes his cool cockflesh into the familiar warmth of your sucking human mouth. You moan around him, slurping and nursing at his thrusting cock as he gently fucks your mouth. The tenders are always careful not to injure you or gag you and create a mess.

  “Pretty cow is dumb cow,” he croaks, stroking your head as he jerks his hips and fucks into your sucking mouth. “You not even know you pregnant.”

  “Mmmmmmmm!” You cry around his cock. You do know, retaining more of your intelligence than most of the dull-minded human cows. He pulls his cock from your mouth and rubs its slimy underside against your lips and nose. You stick out your tongue and lick him.

  “Please,” you moan, managing to speak for the first time in days. “Fuck… me.”

  “No make human sounds,” he says, pulling his cock away. “Hate human sounds.”

  “MmmooooooOooo,” you moan plaintively, looking up at him and opening my mouth to stick out your tongue. Wug seed tastes so good. You love it when they feed it to you and wiggle your tongue back and forth trying to entice Guhkoonka to fuck your mouth again.

  “I mate with cunt,” he says. “I do not look at strange hair on head.”

  He walks behind you. You are unable to turn your head enough in the restraints to be able to look back at the wug tender and see him behind you. He strokes your thighs up to your ass. He spreads your cheeks and smacks his slippery amphibian hands against your plump bottom.

  “Clutch already inside. Hot with clutch. You humans get so hot, hot, hot when seeded.”

  “Mmmoooooo,” you moan, wiggling your hips.

  “Good. I mate with pussy. If good, I mate with other hole too.”

  You moan loudly, arching your back and offering yourself as best you can to the wug’s slimy cock. He pushes into your steamy cunt and you are seized by an almost instantaneous orgasm. Pleasure rocks your body as Guhkoonka grabs your wide hips and mounts you from behind. He steps up onto the bar you are braced against and squats atop and against your ass, thrusting furiously into your pussy. Each sloshing stroke into your wet cunt sends another ripple of pleasure through your body.

  “Yes! Yes! Good human! Good cow! Ahhhhhhhhh!” Guhkoonka does not last long inside the hot, slippery vise of your pussy. You feel the sudden gush of his seed, pouring into your depths and overflowing in a hot trickle down from your clit. Shocks of pleasure cause your inner walls to cling and clutch at his thrusting cock. He slows his strokes, panting and croaking softly with animal pleasure.

  He hops down suddenly, causing a lewd slurp and the sudden splash of his trapped cum to suddenly pour out of your pussy. You moan with disappointment.

  “What you doing?!” Croaks Croonekka, waddling over with an angry look in his bulging amphibian eyes. “You not mate with this one. Clutch still fresh!”

  Guhkoonka ducks his head. “Sorry. Sorry. I sorry!”

  “Go slop out the mucky human with sickness,” he says, pointing to a poor older woman who has been ill the past few days.

  “But Croogka and Kooroon are clean her for—“

  Croonekka slaps Guhkoonka on the face. The smaller wug croaks fearfully and retreats from the chief tender. You are shocked. You have never seen one wug slap another in the barn. Once Guhkoonka has gone, the chief tender turns to you and you shudder with fear. If he would strike a wug, what will he do to you for breaking the rules?

  But his anger is gone from his bulging eyes. He blinks and his rubbery lips pinch into a smile. He reaches out and strokes your head and you see his cock is still sticking out from its slit.

  “You and sister are best humans we have,” says Croonekka. “Tenders all want to mate with you and make strong warriors.”

  “MOOOOooooooooOOO,” you say, smiling up at him. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue.

  “Oh, you want to taste sister on cock? Pretty cow. Good cow.” He waddles closer and pushes his cock to your mouth. You lick him, tasting the unique saltiness of smeared cum and the faint sweetness of Kara’s juices. You moan and take him into your mouth. He does not fuck you like Guhkoonka, but he moves closer so you can take him deeper and suck him eagerly. He strokes your hair and croaks softly with pleasure. You notice his cock seems to be growing harder rather than softer. You moan with pleasure and shake in your restraints.

  “Yes,” he croaks. “You should stop. Cock is clean now. Stop it… pretty cow.”

  Despite his commands, you continue to suck and bob on his cock. He does not move away from you as you slurp with wanton desire on the chief tender’s thick pink cock. Your nose presses against his warm slick belly each time you take him all the way into your throat. You desperately hunger for wug cum and Croonekka rewards you with a throbbing spurt that goes straight down your throat. He croaks with pleasure as you suck out a hefty load of his fresh seed and suck his cock completely clean. It begins to soften and he pulls it from your mouth.

  “Very bad,” he scolds, but he is smiling. “You are a bad cow.”

  “Mmmmmmooo,” you moan, looking up at him pleading for mercy.

  He strokes your head again and leans down to croak beside your ear.

  “Such a bad girl. Extra milk cake for you tonight. I be sure you get it.”

  He presses a honey treat into your mouth before he goes. You suck on it contentedly, listening to the gurgle of the milk pumps and feel the steady suction on your own dangling breasts. Cum is still dripping down your thighs from being fucked. Other than the occasional fly swirling around your naked body, this is pretty much a perfect life.

  You don’t even remember what you were doing before you came to the barn. You don’t much care what you’ll be doing next. You are a milk cow and a breeder and that is all that matters now.

  BAD END

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  Handmaidens together in the Exalted Convent

  The evening light scatters into many colors through the grisly, stained-glass windows of the chapel that depict Zhibbareth’s ascendancy. You and Kara sing alongside your many sisters, glorying in the last few lines of the hymn that echo through the chapel as the gathered handmaidens sing their praise to the unholy god of monsters.

  “Beneath his ever-watching eye / One million forms and single purpose / The strong blood conquers and the weak shall die!”

  The discordant organ music dies away and there is a whisper of crimson robes as the handmaidens take their seats in the pews. A figure wearing bands of black leather and a tattered cloak strides up to the pulpit that stands before the altar. He is taller than a human, his body lean and extremely muscular. Ritual scars darken his blue flesh, revealing symbols of devotion to Zhibbareth. He draws back his hood and reveals a tall face consisting of four yellow eyes and a wide, lipless mouth.

  “I am General Taw,” he rasps, his voice like two speaking at once. “I bring news of the fall of Astrokol.”

  The other handmaidens, born and raised on the isolated island of Ctharne, smile blankly at the nose and applaud politely. You and your sister, familiar with the coal city on the eastern shores of Heimsvak, gasp in surprise. The war fleets only set sail a few days ago and already such a large city has fallen! It is wonderful news for Zhibbareth’s crusade to liberate all monsters and bring peace to mankind.

  “It was a spirited fight,” explains General Taw, “and many of the humans refused to see the wonder of servitude in the
name of Zhibbareth. At one point, they humans held a fortress overlooking the docks that fired cannons at our troop ships trying to land. The only way to hold the docks was to take that fortress. Leading this effort was Commando Rezzek. It is his honor today to sow his seed and he has made his choice. Commando Rezzek…”

  The handmaidens bristle with excitement as a huge orc steps through the door. He has a single red eye that reminds you of the glory of Zhibbareth and a massively muscular body covered in scars and still-healing wounds. He carries himself with the confidence of a conquering hero as his boots thump on the stones and he takes the pulpit.

  “The golden-eyed sisters,” he snarls, looking directly at you and Kara. “I mate with them. I give them babies!”

  The handmaidens cheer. Your heart leaps with joy. The handmaidens around you stroke your shoulders and congratulate you for the honor of carrying the child of a hero.

  “I fuck them!” Rezzek repeated, raising his fists as if declaring victory.

  In the grand conception room, you and Kara arrive freshly-bathed, perfumed, and wearing only the sheer crimson gowns of mating that cling to your ample frames like damp gauze. Your thick nipples jut beneath the fabric and your hips sway from side to side as you enter the room and see the huge cycloptic orc reclining on the bed. He is naked and the thick green hose of his cock dangles across his muscular thigh. He lifts his head slowly from the pillows and a grin spreads across his tusked mouth as he watches you and Kara approach.

  “I hear you very strong women,” says Rezzek. “Good for pups. Make strong warriors.”

  “Oh, yes,” coos Kara. “Our first birthings have already proven themselves in battle, I hear.”

  “Our second birthings,” you continue, climbing onto your hands and knees on the bed, “were to lizard men and they are being trained as assassins.”