Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “In a few days,” she says, sealing up the last larvae, “they will grow to be like me. Not so clever as you, human, but clever enough to help me in the garden. And perhaps more.”

  “W-what about me?” You moan, still playing with your clit although you are completely drenched in sweat and slime from the birthing.

  She saunters over and plants a kiss on your lips. You are surprised as she begins to spit sweet liquid into your mouth. You realize it is the honey she supplied the larvae with. You gulp it thankfully, swallow and flicking your tongue against hers until she has finished.

  “Rest,” she says. She lifts you up and carries you to one of the cells. She lowers you gently inside and begins to seal the top.

  “I won’t go anywhere,” you promise.

  “Rest,” she repeats and closes you within the chamber.

  You obey her and almost immediately fall into a happy sleep.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender

  The thought of resistance bleeds from your mind as your body melts against the mimic’s assault. Why should you fight this? Why, when your body so eagerly responds to the mimic’s touch? Your breast heaves, the dark leather straps creaking with the expansive motion of your heavy breasts. Then, you exhale. You go limp, submitting yourself to the mimic’s grasp. You feel the monster pause a moment, as if surprised by this eager submission.

  “Please,” you say softly, a begging tone creeping into your voice. “Please. Fuck me.”

  After a moment the monstrous cock renews its languid fucking of your hot cunt. Sawing in and out, twisting deep inside of you.

  “Ohhh,” you moan as the mimic’s straps tighten against your skin, fairly molding to your nubile form. You begin to grind your hips against the mimic’s strokes. “Oh gods. Yes. There. Deeper. Deeper damn you!”

  The mimic responds. The cock within you drills deeper into your welcoming insides. Your nipples throb, pleasure pulsing through you as the breastplate pinches and massages your heavy breasts. Your breathing grows increasingly heavy. Your whole body moves in a single long undulating movement as pleasure rocks through you from head to toe.

  And the whole while, the straps of the mimic continue to stretch across your body, adhering to your flushed flesh and joining to your muscles.

  “Oh yes,” you gasp, your senses broadening, become one with the mimic’s body of warm leather and hard, pliant steel. “Yes. More. More damn you. Give it to me. Fuck me!”

  You widen your hips to ease the access of the cock plunging into your cunt. You drink in the growing pleasure. Your mouth opens wide as the separation between you and the mimic becomes less certain. Less clear. You can feel your own skin. The pliable, warm, flawless flesh you are so proud of. Your hands grasp your heaving tits and massage them, dragging agonized moans from your pouty lips. Your bum thrusts against the knot of leather which grinds against your puckered hole.

  “Yes,” you gasp. “More. More! Fuck me harder! Harder! Fuck!”

  You practically snarl the word out. You go to all fours and thrust out your ass. One of your hands leaves your breasts and slap your round cheek sending the creamy flesh jiggling. “Ah!” you gasp, the tingling sensation rushing up your spine and spreading where the mimic has already fused to your back. Like feeling the stinging delight twice over, you groan and again slap your bum.

  “Oh, but we can do better,” you moan. Your lips quirk wickedly, and you feel the straps split from the mimic’s back, arching over you. The first comes down, striking a stinging red mark across your plump bum. “Ah!” you arch forward, thrusting your breasts out, pain to pleasure as your body responds. “Yes! More! I need more!”

  The straps lash you without cessation. One after the next they lay down a series of stinging blows onto your rump. Moaning whorishly, you press your cheek to the cold stone floor, twitching with every blow, riding out the rough spanking.

  You can’t bear it. Your nipples are tweaked and pinched. Your breasts roughly manhandled. Your cunt drilled. Your bum beaten. Gasping. Groaning, you cum, quivering and squirting, not a drop of your juices escaping from the mimic. The clasp of iron about your groin soaks in the juices of your orgasm greedily, drawing it out like the most tender of lover.

  Soon enough however the thrill of the self inflicted injuries lose their spice. You sigh, feeling the leather straps which once whipped you gently caress your reddened bum. You rise up, sitting back. You rub your hands lazily across your hips and legs. Still kneeling, your hands find their way to the girdle of the mimic, its curved steel and leather resting on your hips.

  You wonder, and your hands run up to the metal limb. “Mmm…” You know what you want. Your hands begin to move against the metal. You feel it respond to your will. Like shaping clay, your fingers form the length which rises from the steel. You smile down at it, your eyes lidded as you shape the head and shaft. Feeling tingles through it, pleasure pulsing down the mimic’s cock and thudding in your core.

  In moments, a new cock of shining steel rises from your groin. You stroke it, a shuddering gasp coming from you as you feel it respond.

  “Oh,” you hiss. “No wonder men love these!”

  You wrap the fingers of one hand around your newly grown cock and lazily stroke yourself. “Oh,” you groan. Your other hand finds its way back to your breast and begins to fondle its bare underside, massaging the fullness of it.

  “Oh gods below and above,” you growl between your teeth. “I can do some damage with something like this. Yeah.” Your golden eyes grow misty. “Yeah. Find some lovely little thing. Tie her up nice and tight and fuck her hard in her greedy cunt.”

  Your voice purrs with the thought and you increase your pace, frantically masturbating your new grown cock.

  “I’ll give her a nice collar and take her out for walkies,” you pant, the image manifesting in your mind. “Let anyone who wants to have a go at her. Then, when she’s nice and worn in, I’ll shove her against a wall and fuck her hard and deep.”

  Your eyes flesh. Sweat beads your body. “Oh yes. I’ll fuck her clear. Listen to her whimper. And when I’m done, I’ll fill her full of cum. Fuck!” You swear, feeling your body respond, the throbbing of your core getting insistent. “Fuck!”

  Your body tenses. You thrust out your hips, spearing the air with your fake cock. Your juices squirt out of the iron head of the mimic’s cock. You pump, drawing out the pleasure, accompanying it with a keening moan.

  You slacken the pace, milking your fake cock for all it has. Once done, you take your hand away, and the mimic’s cock recedes, molding itself to the armor once more.

  You rise, slow and steady. The leather straps which crisscross your body flex with you. You can feel the strength of your joined form. Your golden eyes are dim, the one which nestles at the juncture of your breasts gleaming with malefic intent.

  Despite your two orgasms you again feel lust burn within your belly. The mimic’s cock within you never ceases its movements, sending pleasure pulsating through you. But you are more than what you were when you first set foot in this tower. More than what had been intended for you when you awoke, the mark of the god upon your flesh.

  What you are now has no desire to be the bride and broodmother for the dark thing which lurks deeper in the isle. No. You want to command. You want to bind others to your will. Have them kneel at your feet, looking up at your form with worship in their eyes, cowed by the might you wield.

  A hiss escapes your lips. Your nipples grow rigid and are immediately latched onto and tweaked by the breastplate. Gathering your arms from your cast aside clothes, you strap them to yourself, holsters and sheathes forming from the leather of your girdle. You feel their reassuring weight and grin. Thrusting open the door of the tower, you strut into the daylight.

  The haze of the island hangs heavy over the land but you have no desire to linger. You turn away from the mountains which rise from the deepest realms of the isle. Instead, you turn towards the sea. A whole world waits for you. Waits for you to
come. To grind it beneath your heel! A shiver of delight crawls down your spine, amplified by the fusion of nerve endings between you and the mimic. Oh yes. You’ll enjoy this.

  CONTINUE >

  Agree to Alyssa’s terms

  “We agree to your terms,” you say. Kara gives you a hard look, her shoulders tensed, but after a moment she relaxes and gives the succubus a slight nod.

  “Oh, how wonderful,” giggles Alyssa, coming closer and bring her spicy-sweet scent. “We can all be friends now.”

  Your sister looks warily at the succubus as Alyssa leans down to her and gives Kara a soft kiss on the lips. You see Kara tense up again, her hand even going to the grip of her sword, but after a moment she relaxes and even presses against Alyssa. The succubus purrs softly as she kisses Kara. Their mouths move and open and you glimpse their tongues swirling together as their kiss becomes even more heated. You feel a jealous pang of desire.

  Alyssa breaks the kiss slowly, a strand of saliva connecting her lower lip to Kara’s for a moment. Your sister’s face is flushed as she pants with desire and looks up adoring into the succubus’s eyes.

  “Ohhh,” your sister moans.

  “Mmmmm, the sweetest kiss I’ve had in ages,” says Alyssa. She turns to you, her eyes seeming to glow even brighter than before. “I think your kiss will be even sweeter.”

  Before you can summon the awareness to be afraid of the succubus’s luscious lips, she is kissing you. Her body is so warm and sweet-scented, her arms so strong, her fingers tantalizing as they caress the back of your neck and her lips… ohh… her lips are a revelation. They are soft and warm, parting and allowing her sweet tongue to invade your mouth. You succumb to your desire, kissing her back and pressing your tongue to hers in a steamy dance between your mouth and hers. The erotic thrill of kissing her grows by the moment and you feel a strange welling of pleasure from within your body.

  “Mmmmmm,” you moan against her lips and you open your eyes and see sparks of violet light dancing around her lips and yours. You realize, in helpless horror, that she is devouring some of your essence. You spasm with pleasure. It is a head-to-toe intense wave of ecstasy that ripples through you and does not spare a single nerve. The pleasure is so excruciatingly wonderful that you never want it to end. You want her to devour your essence completely.

  She breaks the kiss and runs a finger over her lips as if chasing a morsel of your essence into her mouth. She sucks her finger as she gazes at you with heavily-lidded eyes.

  “Mmm, as I suspected,” she moans. “Your sister is a savory meal and you are the dessert. You could both leave now.” She takes your hand and Kara’s hand, looking from you to your sister. “Or you could stay with me and learn the full pleasure I offer.”

  “Oh, yes,” you cry.

  “We should… we should go…” Kara seems woozy, her face flushed as she seems to drunkenly fight back a smile. “Stay. We’ll stay.”

  “Oh, yes, my two beautiful huntress sisters! A delight beyond compare!” She embraces you both, one in each arm, and draws you closer to her and to one another. “This moment is full of such love. I think, I think I would like to see you kiss. A real kiss, sparing nothing.”

  “But we are sisters,” you say, even as you find yourself looking to Kara and studying the soft bow of her lips split by her old battle scar.

  “Yes, all the more reason,” coos Alyssa. “The rules of the clerics and men have held sisters back from knowing one another’s love. In the Palace of Crimson Silk, the only rule is what feels good.”

  You look up adoringly at the succubus and gasp, “Yes!”

  She cradles your head and strokes your hair. “Kiss her, Penelope. Kiss your sister.”

  Kara has never seemed more beautiful to you. Her golden eyes twinkle with the light of the lanterns and beneath her strength you see her feminine softness. Even the scar that splits her lips is a beauty mark. She smiles at you and flutters her lashes. She bites her lower lip and seems on the verge of moaning with desire.

  You strike first, crossing the distance between you and your sister and pressing your lips to hers. She moans for a moment against your kiss, but she opens her mouth to yours eagerly. Her kiss is not so sweet as Alyssa’s. It is hot though, hot with the perverse desire churning inside you. What is perverse about it? It feels wonderful to have your tongue slipping over hers and your mouth opening and closing against Kara’s.

  “Mmmmmmm,” you moan against her lips. She takes hold of your hair and pulls you tighter.

  “Yes, yes, my sweet huntresses,” purrs the succubus, stroking you and Kara upon your back. “Know the pleasure of your own blood. There is no sin in this. There is no sin at all within these walls.”

  Alyssa thrusts a hand down the front of Kara’s trousers and your sisters gasps with pleasure. A moment later, the succubus’s fingers are beneath your skirt and squirming into your panties. You whimper as she begins to fuck your slippery quim with her nimble fingers. You cannot hold back. You hungrily kiss Kara, swirling your tongue against hers and pressing your body to hers as you jerk your hips. You fuck yourself against Alyssa’s fingers, an orgasm rising within you with sudden force.

  “Ohhhh, Kara,” you cry against your sister’s mouth. “Oh, it’s so good.”

  You cling to her and she holds your head tightly, kissing you with equal hunger and fucking against Alyssa’s fingers. You cum in unison, gasping into your sister’s mouth as your orgasm clutches at Alyssa’s thrusting fingers.

  “My sweet huntresses,” moans Alyssa. “Even more beautiful as your cheeks color and your bodies arch with pleasure. Come. To my bed, where we will do away with these silly costumes you wear and shed the last of our inhibitions.”

  “Yes,” you cry, the last of your orgasm trembling in your thighs. “Oh, yes.”

  You follow Alyssa to her bedroom and her huge, four-poster bed. She undresses you and Kara together and you admire your sister’s pert and muscular body as she seems to admire your ample curves. You touch Kara without hesitation, with fingers and kisses and tongue. The succubus guides you but forces nothing. She steals kisses here and there, drinking more of your essence and making you gasp with pleasure.

  Your breasts heave as you ride atop Kara’s face. You cum against your sister’s tongue and know no shame for such forbidden pleasure. You return the favor to your sister, her firm bottom raised as you pleasure her quim and her ass with fingers and tongue respectively. You and Kara unite in pleasuring the succubus. You share kisses with her and suck at her perfect breasts. You kiss her thighs and your tongues tangle as they slip and slide against Alyssa’s sweet cunt. It is your delight to suck the demoness’s clit and Kara’s honor to thrust her tongue deep into Alyssa’s fluttering channel.

  “Ohhhh, yes, my sweet huntresses,” cries Alyssa, bucking with her orgasm.

  You cum with her again and again. Her tail forms a strange, sucking mouth and slurps at your breasts. It moves between your thighs and you feel it sucking your cunt. The pleasure grows hotter as it drinks your essence. As her tail feeds upon your trembling quim, Alyssa’s lips drink the pleasure from Kara’s pussy. You see your beloved sister begin to shrivel and mummify as you feel your own soul slipping into the consuming darkness within the succubus. The pleasure only grows more intense by the moment.

  “Yessss!” You cry, cumming once more, arching as the demonic tail sucking at your shuddering cunt. “YESSSS!”

  There is a last exquisite ripple of pleasure as your soul separates from the withered husk of your body. That useless vessel falls aside to be discarded as your gleaming essence plunges into the warm darkness of Alyssa’s eternal promise.

  “Goodbye, sweet huntress,” she calls as if from a great distance. “This is not the end.”

  You are freed and reborn. You emerge with new eyes and new purpose from a pulsing violet heart within a strange cave. Alyssa is there to greet you.

  “Your new life begins, my sweet Penelope,” she says, taking your hand. Lingerie wraps your ample
curves. You feel a throbbing lust that surges at Alyssa’s touch. “You will serve my customers here in my brothel for all of eternity. You belong to me.”

  “Yes, mistress,” you say, smiling gladly. The thought of serving Alyssa and the customers are all that matters to you now. Your quest, the Great One, and your mother have all been forgotten.

  "Look, your sister emerges as well," purrs Alyssa, pointing to the glowing violet heart. A human shape darkens the radiant essence and slowly slips out of the energy. Your sister has never looked more beautiful. Her body is free of scars and evenly pale. Her eyes are bright and tinted violet-gold.

  “Sister,” you cry, catching her in your arms as she drops from the heart into the cave. You embrace her and kiss her with the desire of a lover.

  “Oh, Penny, it is so good to see you,” she says, her lingerie-wrapped body so lovely against your own.

  Alyssa embraces you both and says, “My lovely huntresses. You will serve me now and forever.”

  “Yes, mistress,” you and Kara joyfully cry.

  You and your sister have been consumed by the succubus. You are now, and will forever be, whores in the Palace of Crimson Silk.

  CONTINUE >

  Wait

  You stand still as you dare. If you don’t move, maybe it won’t-

  The wug is on you in a flash. It hurls itself across the space, bowling you over in a dash. Your scream is cut short as you hit the ground, breath driven from your lungs. There’s no time to struggle. No time to fight. In a flash the wug shreds your clothes to get at the warm flesh beneath. His claws scratch shallow gashes in your skin. It croaks, deep and heavy.

  It doesn’t waste time in gloating. In admiring. An animal. A monster whose sole purpose is to breed. It flips you over at once. You stare up, stricken, naked as the day you were born. Lust pounds through you, seeping into you from the markings of the cream and mingling with the drugs still coursing through your blood. Your breath draws short as the wugs breathing musk suffocates you. Your legs part, unbidden by conscious thought. By repulsion.