“What’s the plan, huntress?” Alyssa whispers.
“We look for an opening to attack,” you whisper back.
The drider scuttles closer, brandishing its forked spear. You raise the guard of your kirana, bracing for an attack. Alyssa presses against you as the drider circles and its spiderlike legs crackle among the leaves on the ground. The creature moves faster and faster as it circles you. Its wide, ride eyes almost seem to be hypnotic. The drider forces you and Alyssa back to back, the human upper body and arms swaying side to side atop the arachnid lower half as it scuttles in a circle around you.
You see the tensing of the drider’s shoulders and arms and you know it is about to strike.
“Look out!” You cry to Alyssa.
The drider lunges with its spear. The succubus tries to dodge the attack but the forked weapon impales her leathery wing. The drider lifts her off the ground and flings her down next to its spiderlike legs. You hear a crack of breaking bones in the wing as Alyssa lands poorly. She cries out in agony.
“Get away from her!” You shout, leaping atop the drider’s back as it rounds on Alyssa. You manage once slash with your sword, opening a wound on the drider’s muscled back, before you realize your leap has caused several of the black quills covering the drider’s body to stab into your legs. You wail in shocked pain and roll off the drider and onto the ground.
The spiderlike creature is atop you in a moment, pressing you down with its weight and driving several more quills into your arms and even one into your breast. The pain is shocking enough to cause you to drop your sword. The drider kicks your blade away and leans its upper body down so that it can seize you in its human arms. You are lifted up and you glimpse its hideous mouth opening before you feel the sharp stab of its fangs in your shoulder. The dagger-like black fangs spurt venom into your body and you are almost instantly flooded with paralyzing warmth.
“Oh,” you moan. “Let… me…”
The drider drops you to the ground as you curl up helplessly. Blood trickles from the puncture wounds on your shoulder. You hear Alyssa cry out and the drider hiss. There is a distinctive, horrible sound of the drider biting the succubus. Then you slip into unconsciousness.
You awaken perhaps minutes later, still in the forest clearing, as the drider holds you in its spiderlike legs and spins your now-naked body. Webs wrap you tightly, constricting your breasts and making it difficult to breathe. The drider spins you so rapidly that it is disorienting, but you do see that Alyssa is on the ground already wrapped up in white webs.
“A… Alyssa,” you try to say, but your voice is barely a whisper. The demoness’s eyes are open, but her head lolls out of the web wrapping her as the drider lifts her up from the ground.
You and your wrapped companion are lashed to ropes of white silk that the drider uses to drag you both behind it through the forest. You fade in and out of consciousness and are unable to move at all. The silk binding you is warm against your otherwise naked flesh. You wake as you and Alyssa are dragged down into a dark tunnel and into a cavern. It hangs you and Alyssa by your feet from the ceiling. You swings slightly band forth in your tight wrap of silk, turning just enough to glimpse your softly moaning companion and the red spot on her white wraps where her wing must still be bleeding.
You fade out again. When you awake, you are feeling an unpleasant throbbing in your head from being upside down for so long. The drider is below you and Alyssa. It is lifting her down from the ceiling and it drops her unceremoniously on the floor of the cave. She gasps and looks at you wide-eyed for a moment. The drider bites Alyssa on the neck and she cries out. For a moment, it seems she is going to scream as blood pours down her shoulder and soaks the wide silk wrap. She moans and goes limp in the arms of the drider. You close your eyes, but you can still hear the horrible sucking sounds as it feeds.
You open your eyes to see Alyssa has been slain. As a demoness, she will only be returned to the abyss for as long as it takes her to find a way back to the human world. You are not so fortunate. But you refuse to be afraid of death. The drider climbs upside down onto the ceiling and cuts you down. You drop heavily to the floor and begin struggling to escape your bindings.
“Shhhhhhhhh,” the drider hisses, dropping on top of you and pinning you motionless beneath it.
“Go ahead,” you snarl. “Bite me. Drink all my blood. I hope you choke on it!”
“Choke?” The drider startles you by speaking clearly. “No choking, human. I need a mate and you… are perfect.”
“Mate?” You ask.
The drider is not interested in discussing the matter with you. It drags you across the floor of its cave and over to a bubbling pit of black liquid surrounded by runes and a magic circle. A slashes of one sharp claw opens your bindings. Your breasts and legs are marked with red lines from the pressure of their confinement. You gasp and sit up. The drider seizes your legs and climbs with you onto the ceiling above the bubbling pit.
“What are you doing to me?!” You cry, trying to rock from side to side in the grasp of the spiderlike limbs.
“I am making you into something useful to me,” says the drider calmly. He lowers you headfirst into the bubbling black liquid. You cry out as the drider intones syllables in some language you do not know. As you sink into the black liquid, you try to hold your breath. It is almost scalding hot and you feel as if your flesh is melting away. In a daze of pain, you can sense bones breaking and realigning inside your body. You inhale some of the black liquid and begin to convulse.
The drider lifts you out of the black liquid, your breasts and upper body covered in the black sludge. Your lower body is gone. No, not gone, it’s different. It’s an arachnid body. Smaller than the drider’s, gray with black stripes and red spots along each side. You move your legs and find you have eight of them.
You crawl out of the black pool, gasping and seeing the world as if for the first time.
“Beautiful,” murmurs the drider. He runs his hands up your arms to your shoulders. The room seems brighter, as if you can peer into the shadows. You look at him dully and he says, “You are so beautiful, my sweet.”
“What did you do to me?” You ask, running your hands over the quills that cover your arachnid lower body. You feel the strange throb of an ovipositor eager to deposit eggs and the spinner that will excrete a web like the drider’s web that caught Alyssa. Strangely… you do not feel anger that this creature killed your companion or changed you.
“I made you something better,” whispers the drider, caressing your arms and scuttling so that his arachnid body presses against yours. “Something even more beautiful.”
His mandibles open and lock with your mandibles. His sweet venom pushes into your mouth and you find it mingling with your own as your huge fangs press against his. A monstrous kiss and it excites a sigh from you as you embrace him.
You crave obscene acts and hunger for the blood of living humans. You understand now, a human female must be a vessel for the union of your eggs and the drider’s seed. Your mandibles work open and closed as you kiss the drider. Your human breasts press against his muscular chest.
He pulls back, leaving you excited and gasping, your ovipositor aching to push your eggs into a warm body.
“I am Drizzen,” he says. “What will I call you?”
“There was a name,” you say. “Before. Penelope. I do not like it.”
“My mother was called Drazuna,” suggests the drider.
“Then this will be my name,” you say and pull his hands to your breasts. He strokes and squeezes your warm mounds as you once more share an obscene kiss of dripping mandibles.
CONTINUE >
Index of Major Events
Welcome to the Index of Major Events! Use the index to jump to any of the major events in Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust and begin your adventure there. This index includes branching paths, but does not link to each individual chapter of the book. To fully experience the book, you will need to play through each
encounter.
Prologue
Embrace Velora and explore your desires
The Long Journey with Boggen Luckfen
Arrival in Estermar
Shipwrecked on Ctharne
Encounter with the Gertlings
Encounter with the Milk Witch
Encounters with the Lamia and the Scylla
Encounter with the Degenerate Townsfolk
Encounter with the Goat of the Black Temple
Encounter with the Protean
Encounter with the Djinn
A Foolish Confrontation with the Beast
Encounter with the Pleasure Whip
Encounter with the Wanderer's Mother
Encounter with the Queen of the Garden
The Dream of Corruption with Mother and the Beast
Encounter with the Doppelganger
Encounter with the Mimic
Encounter with the Ogre
Reunited with Kara
Encounter with the Giant Worm Solo
Encounter with the Giant Worm with Kara
Encounter with the Succubus Solo
Encounter with the Succubus with Kara
Encounter with the Drider with Alyssa
Alyssa's Revenge for Betrayal
Encounter with the Wugs
Encounter with the Primordial Wug
Encounter with the Angel
Encounter with the Centaur
Encounter with the Cult
The Final Battle Solo
The Final Battle with Alyssa
The Final Battle with Kara
There are several happy endings and many more bad ones. Finding both is the fun of the adventure.
Surrender
A shock of desire hits you like a blow to the stomach. Your legs tremble and you sink to your knees, overcome by the sheer size of the monstrous wug which drags itself from the murk and onto the shore. You take in its size. Its grandeur. How could you have been so blind? You can see it. Your purpose. Staring, awe struck at the wug, you stand and shrug off your jacket.
“Penny!” Kara groans from where she kneels. “Penny, what are you doing?”
“It’s alright Kara,” you say dreamily. Your belt and weapons hit the ground with a dull thud. You step out of your skirt, pulling down your panties and baring your mons, its thatch of brown hair like an arrow pointing to your swollen folds. “It’s all perfect.”
You reach behind you and unhook you bra, dropping it to the mud. The moonlight bathes your naked form. The night air chills your flesh, but your desire more than warms you.
The primordial wug pauses at the edge of the pool. Its bulbous eyes take you in with curiosity. You smile, sauntering forward, swinging your shapely hips with every step. You can smell him now. Your body seems to wake to it. Your skin where the milk touched you sends throbs of desire deep inside you. The wug looms up, watching, waiting to see what you will do.
You step beneath his bulk without fear. He is poses not a threat, but a blessing. Warmth radiates from his scarlet stomach. You kneel before him, bringing your face level with his abdominal slit and the pink wedge of flesh jutting from it.
Reaching forward, you tenderly stroke his cockmeat. The wug croaks in surprise, but settles after a moment, leaving you to your work. You breathe deeply, taking in the musky scent of the monster. You run your fingers up his smooth shaft, coaxing it like a charmer might a snake. It swells in your fingers, slick with his essence. He’s immense. Terribly large. You feel your depths ache to be filled by this monster. Taken in the mud and violated, bred with his young.
But you hold yourself back. There is something here. There is ritual. Before you know it your tongue has slipped between your lips and runs from the base of the wug’s cock to his tip. The taste is lurid and thick, viscous. But oh do your taste buds sing to it.
The wug’s chest swells with a low croak. He’s too large to take in your mouth, so you satisfy yourself by tenderly licking his girth. Its cock twitches beneath your eager ministrations. Your touch. Your tongue. You feel its throb and know what will come.
The wug tenses with release. His cum showers from his cock and spills over you, a savage baptism of his seed. You close your eyes and open your mouth, taking as much as you can.
When the seemingly endless barrage does end, you feel a moment’s fear you have wasted all of his seed. Yet before you his wedge of a cock rises to life once more. His eyes take in your naked shape beneath him and a deep, throaty croak works through him.
Something has changed. He’s had enough. And so have you. Smiling, his slimy cum clinging to your hair and flesh, you lie back, opening your legs so it can see your bare quim. “Look,” you breathe, two fingers spreading your lower lips. “I’m ready.”
Not an instant more is wasted. The wug throws itself atop you, driving you into the mud of the swamp. His cock thrusts at your cunt, sliding up your thigh, your leg, missing three times in its eagerness, but leaving behind great streaks of his still warm cum across your flesh.
Then, he finds you. He enters you, shoving himself forward with a single stroke of his mighty hips. Your mouth pops open, your eyes rolling back, a keening, primal sound of pleasure wrenched from your throat as the wug buries his cock deep inside you.
The magic the shaman worked has done its trick. You take the wug completely inside you. Your thoughts are blasted by a white blow of pleasure. Your body moves on its own, thrusting against the wug as he brutally fucks you. Moaning, heaving, gasping, you scrabble for purchase on his oily hide but find none. There’s nothing you can do but take him. His every inch as he wildly ruts you.
And you do. You gasp, the wug’s every thrust like a shot into your body. Your hair flies about you, your body crushed beneath the girth of your monstrous lover. His cold flesh presses against your searing heat. You moan, gasping, pushing your hips against him, crouching in the muck like an animal as the immense frog monster plows your tender furrow.
“Ah! Yes. Yes. F-fuck!” you babble, beyond anything but the pleasure which runs riot through you. The poison of the wugs cream fills your body with heat. Heat with only one succor. Your loins burn. Your inner walls clench.
Your head splatters into the mud,. Your breasts cushion you, huge and heavy. Soon. Soon they will be filled with milk. Your womb with the young of your monstrous lover. With the Deep One. Yours will be the body to bring a new age to the wugs.
The though sends electricity through your tender body. Moaning, you thrust back whorishly against the great wug. To be a vessel for the amphibian race. To be bred. TO be taken. You don’t think of the horror of it anymore. The indignity and quaking terror such a future once evoked. That was for the human. Tonight is the night for the animal.
You have to see him. You roll over, his cock never leaving you. You gaze up, lips parted, breath hot, staring into the wide headed visage of the wug. He stares down at you, his huge eyes intent. His pale belly practically glowing with his lust.
The creature leans down, his massive mouth opening. He takes a whole breast into his mouth, and you gasp, bucking as his immense tongue rolls against the bullets of your nipples, dragging across the plump flesh of your breasts. You clutch at his head, but your hands slip against his slimy skin.
Then, you feel it. Instinct, your body primes to accept his seed senses innately his approaching climax. Taking you like an animal, you welcome it. You spread your hips wider, stroking the wug’s massive head eagerly.
“Yes. Yes. Fill me. Give me your young. Give your goddess your young. Oh gods. Oh gods!”
The wug throws himself forward. Your breast pops from his mouth and the monster roars a great feral croak. You scream in ecstasy as he cums again, his slimy seed pumping deep into your waiting womb. A second cry follows your first as you feel the curse of the island take hold, blessing you with the young of this mutant monster.
Your keening cry echoes up the cliffs and down the tunnels. In the village, the shaman raises his head and a moment later the rest of the village follow sui
t.
You come down from your height. But not as far. Never again so deep. Your immense lover remains within you, his wedge shaped cock holding his seed inside of you like a fleshy plug. Crooning, you stroke the monster’s flesh, feeling the slimy texture. But he must have such flesh to move so sleekly through the waters. Just as his cock must reside deep within him until it is time to mate with a woman of warmer flesh and blood.
As you lie beneath the Deep One, stroking his flesh and feeling his length within you, understanding washes through your thoughts. Of course the wugs capture women and breed with them. Is there no better purpose for a woman of any race? And the warm wombs of human women gestate wug young far faster than the cold pools they normally must birth their young in.
Compassion pricks your eyes with tears. You touch the Deep One’s snout, pressing your forehead against him. The immense wug snorts, and you feel him begin to harden inside of you once more. Yes. You stroke his flesh, finding his pale belly. You run your hand across the mottled skin, feeling the warmth of his arousal grow once more. This is your destiny. To lead these creatures to greatness. To bear their young and raise them strong. To raise them to what they once were.
Your hips begin to move against the wug’s hardness. The massive monster grunts, content for now to let you ride him. You run your hands up your flanks, across your chest, tracing the weighted contours of your breasts and tangling your fingers in your hair. You throw out your arms, your hair wild and tangled, stiff with sweat and exertion, writhing like the mane of some primal pale goddess of a darker time. You twist your hips, grinding the wugs thick wedge of a cock deep within you.
Yes. It’s all clear now. As you move against the monstrous wug, the future opens itself to you. A world not under the dominion of the great one. But of wugs. Of Croaha. Your body tingles, warming to your efforts. Your monstrous mate grunt, begin to pump into your cunt.
“Yes.”
You sigh the word as you lay down beneath him, feeling the warmth of his belly against your own. Your breasts, nipples hard and dragging across his flesh. Your fingers glide across his smooth skin, stroking him, your hips locking against him as he pumps his throbbing cock into you.
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