Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

“Oh, Alyssa,” you moan, sinking back onto the bed. “That was… incredible.”

  “It could be so every day,” says the succubus. “All you must do is yield to your desire, Penelope. Join me here.”

  “I cannot,” you protest.

  “Mmm?” She raises an eyebrow. “Well, regardless, you must pay the prices. Do not fear. I will only take some of your essence.”

  She moves towards you again and though you feel a sudden flutter of fear you know there is no refusing her. You must pay the price.

  CONTINUE >

  Command Alyssa to lick your pussy

  In dark libraries, in the loneliness of winter nights, you have fantasized about what it might be like to have sex with a succubus. Now that those vivid fantasies have come to life, you must realize them completely. You lift your head from the bed and gaze into Alyssa's violet eyes.

  "It is time," you say, spreading your thighs and turning your body towards her. "You will lick my pussy. You will satisfy me completely with your tongue."

  "Yes, mistress," she says, a knowing smile spreading on her full lips. "It would be my pleasure to satisfy you."

  As you prop yourself up on the pillows on the bed, you spread your breast shift to accommodate this new position and your heartbeat quickens. Alyssa drops to her hands and knees and crawls between your creamy thighs. She kisses her way up your legs, her warm lips thrilling you with each touch as she moves closer and closer to the slick, steamy center of your desire. You stroke her curled horns, feeling the ridges of unnatural growth. They are warm to the touch, like a fever of evil desire burns within the demoness.

  "Ohhh, yes," you moan as her lips kiss closer and closer to your cunt. Her breath is so hot. Her fingers caress your trembling legs.

  Her head is low and her ass is high, her wings flexing to reveal the lovely curve of her back rising to the roundness of her ass. Her tail curls upwards, almost like that of a scorpion, though more impatient than threatening as it sways back and forth and droops back down over her leg. Her breath is so close to your slick furrow that it feels as if she is licking you without touching you.

  "Ahhhhh," you cry, thrusting yourself against her and finally feeling her lips brush against your throbbing clit. You hold her horns with both hands and thrust against her face. She flicks her tongue out and lashes your clit, driving you back down to the bed with the force of the pleasure that shoots through your body. It is like no other touch you have ever felt, as precise as a fingertip, hot like fire, and reaching inside you with a simple slip forward. She thrusts and tastes deep into your slick cunt, she moans and spreads you wider with her fingers.

  "It's so deep," you moan as her tongue reaches deeper than seems possible. "Ohhhhh, Alyssa! It's too good... I can't!"

  It is your first orgasm against her tongue, bucking suddenly against her face and spilling your juices onto her chin. She presses you back down onto the bed with her hands on your thighs and devours your quim. She sucks at your folds and flicks her tongue rapidly against your clit. Her fingers probe your pussy, opening it and plunging deep as she sucks at your bud and swirls her tongue around it.

  You grip your breasts in both hands, feeling like you are falling with each successive orgasm flowing into the next. You arch again and again. You try to clamp your thighs around her, try to say something, to tell her to stop, but no words form on your lips. You can only cry out in wanton surrender to the pleasure of her tongue.

  All illusion of dominance is forgotten as she drives one orgasm after another into your body. You are flushed and drenched in sweat. You writhe beneath her, fulfilling your fantasies and passing into a realm of pleasure far beyond any you had imagined. You hurt from cumming so many times. Your thighs are drenched and your breasts hurt from you squeezing them in the throes of your pleasure.

  Finally, Alyssa lifts her glistening face from between your thighs. You sit up weakly, trying to catch your breath.

  "Are you satisfied?" She asks.

  "Yes," you whimper. "Oh, yes, I cannot stand anymore."

  "Mmmmm, then it is time to pay the price, Penelope," she murmurs, a hungry look in her violet eyes.

  You nod faintly. You know you cannot deny her what you owe.

  CONTINUE >

  The Palace of Crimson Silk

  The rain worsens, rattling in the dark forest around you and turning the road into one long mud slick. You move off the path, finding it easier to follow it from the sparse undergrowth rather than try to brave the mud. Whenever the trees thin, the wind blows the rain into your face, cold enough that you’re starting to worry. Your breath steams a little.

  As cold as you feel, Kara seems to be faring even worse. She is trembling and clenching her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering. You walk alongside her.

  “Sister, we should stop,” you say. “I could make a dugout shelter with pine boughs to keep out the rain. We could wait until the weather passes.”

  “No, we have to keep going,” she says firmly, her teeth clicking before she can clench her jaw again. “We have to be getting close to the edge of the forest. We’ll find some sort of shelter then if it is still raining.”

  You want to argue, but you recognize the determination in Kara’s golden eyes. Though she may still be weakened from the mirror, her willpower is undiminished and she usually won her arguments with you. You trudge on through the worsening rain, staying near to your sister in case she suddenly collapses. How could it be so cold? This was supposed to be a nearly tropical island.

  Kara stumbles, but keeps going. You are about to insist on stopping again when you catch sight of the mossy outline of a building. The two-story structure stands by the side of this ancient road. It is large enough to seem entirely out of place and clearly it was once a sight to behold. The shutters are decorated with wooden cut-outs of nude women frolicking. You cannot read the language the sign has been carved in, but the voluptuous woman standing beside it is unmistakable. This was once a brothel.

  Although the windows are dark and the building silent but for the gush of rain from its eaves, there is a lingering scent of incense. It is sweet, spicy, and mysterious. You approach the door, rotted, but still intact on rusty hinges.

  "We should shelter in this place," you say, running your fingers over the erotic carvings on the door.

  "Things on this island are never what they seem," she warns. She shivers as she warns, "W-we must be very careful in this place. Maybe it is just a roof to cover our heads for a bit. M-maybe n-not."

  You put an arm around her slender shoulders and pull her against you as you open the door. You are surprised to find a multi-layered curtain of red silk hanging in your path. Beyond it, multiple lights glow with the promise of warmth and shelter. You step inside, rain dripping from you onto the lovely plush floors. The walls are papered with red flowers and the salon is decorated in reds and golds, with lanterns glowing through paper shades to cast the entire room in russet light. The room is perfectly warm. A soft chiming note is playing somewhere within the building.

  "How can this be?" You wonder aloud.

  "Magic," hisses Kara. "Beware the... magic... of..."

  Her words fail her as a larger curtain hanging over an archway at the back of the parlor parts and several beautiful women clad in lace and silk lingerie emerge. They smile and pose lasciviously. Their faces are painted and their beautiful bodies are suited perfectly to the garments they wear. The chill you felt on the road dissipates entirely at the sight of these beautiful women. They must be the whores of this brothel.

  There is no mistaking the madam as she steps out from among them. She is the most beautiful of all. Her silky, lavender-tinted blonde hair hangs at her creamy shoulders. Her body is toned, but quite ample in all the right places. She wears a crimson corset, stockings, and lace panties like a second skin.

  "Welcome to the Palace of Crimson Silk," she says, holding her arms out. "I welcome you to... wait... you are not normal humans. I see it in your eyes."

  "We are huntresses
," says Kara, drawing herself up. "We are after the Great One."

  "Ah, a hunt then!" She claps her hands, her full-lipped smile widening. "I have heard many things about the Great One and I assure you two, lovely, but rain-worn ladies, that he is no friend of mine. Sometimes he vexes me. He sends men to abuse my girls or his monsters try to batter down my door. Come in come in. Be welcome. Enemies of such a brute are friends of the Palace of Crimson Silk."

  "Who are you?" You ask, enchanted by the beauty of the woman.

  "I am Alyssa, my dear," she says, her voice stoking something inside me and causing your face to flush. She offers you her hand with her delicately manicured nails as perfect as a courtesan in Akrane. On an impulse, you lift her hand to your lips and kiss her fingers. She laughs, "Oh, aren't you adorable."

  Your face flushes hot with embarrassment and you release her hand. Kara casts a sidelong glance at you.

  "How do you conceal this place so that it appears as an abandoned building?" Kara demands.

  “A bit of magic,” says Alyssa with a casual wave of her hand. “I know a few spells. Nothing powerful.”

  Kara seems about to make an accusation or a threat. You cut her off, “So what is this place?”

  “Why, I told you when you arrived. This is the Palace of Crimson Silk, where ever pleasure is possible and weary travelers have a soft breast to rest their head.” She looks you and your sister over. “You both look rather weary. We do not normally have women visit, but any one of my girls could please you, I promise.”

  “We don’t, um…” Your words trail off as Alyssa teases a lock of hair from your face and caresses your cheek.

  “Or,” she whispers, bring her lips closer to yours, “I could please you myself.”

  Alyssa takes your hands and gently pulls you towards the arch hung with the red silk curtain.

  “Come with me,” she murmurs, smiling sweetly.

  “We should really be going,” says Kara, pushing Alyssa’s hands away. The madam gives Kara a cold look, her eyes seeming to flash faintly with violet magic.

  Kara pulls you aside. “You know what she is, right?”

  You look back at Alyssa and the stunning perfection of her body takes on a slightly sinister quality. She meets your gaze and smiles sweetly, her full lips inviting your kiss.

  “A succubus,” you murmur.

  Your voice is barely louder than a whisper, but the madam hears you.

  “Yes, I am,” says Alyssa, approaching you and Kara once more. “Very perceptive. But I would expect no less from huntresses. The Palace of Crimson Silk is not a trap. It is exactly as I said, for weary travelers to find pleasure, and I offer that pleasure to you both.”

  Kara pulls at your sleeve and hisses, “We should be going.”

  “Come with me,” says Alyssa, reaching for your hand.

  You find it very hard to look away from her violet eyes. You have read much of succubae. They are very rare demons in this age, but once were feared to hide in the court of every ancient king. The pleasures they offer are endless, but they are dangerous because of their soul-sucking kiss. Like any demon, they are not to be trifled with.

  But she is so beautiful…

  “Penelope,” whispers Kara, tugging harder at your sleeve. “Let’s go.”

  What do you do?

  Tell Kara to relax while you go with Alyssa

  Refuse Alyssa’s offer and depart

  Command Alyssa to eat your ass

  In all your fantasies of sexual pleasures with a woman, even your darkest fantasies of the forbidden pleasure you might find in the embrace of a succubus, you never imagined the joy of domination. You have always been a submissive person, doing whatever your mother or Kara commanded, but now you feel your power. You look into the violet eyes of the demoness and realize you could have whatever you want. You could make her do anything. Even...

  "Eat my ass," you say, before even considering the words.

  "Yes?" She moans. "Oh, yes, mistress. It would be my pleasure."

  "Yes, it would be," you say, warming to the idea. The thought of this beautiful, powerful demoness reduced to lapping at your naughtiest place gives you a rush of desire. You turn onto your hands and knees, lowering your breasts and face to the cool silky sheets as you raise you present your plump bottom higher. You reach a hand back and spread your round ass wide, revealing the tender knot of your asshole. "Lick it. Worship it, Alyssa."

  "I had no idea huntresses were so naughty," cries the succubus with apparent delight. "Of course, mistress, I will pleasure your pink hole."

  Her hands caress and stroke your ass and take over spreading your cheeks wide. Her kiss brushes against the outer edge of your crack, her breath hot and tantalizing. You moan and twist your fingers in the sheets as her teasing kiss moves closer and closer to the clenching flower of your anus.

  “So sweet and lovely,” she murmurs, her lips moving closer, almost touching now.

  “Ohhhh,” you cry, lifting your hips with anticipation. She finally presses her kiss at your tender asshole and you hiss with pleasure, clenching tighter reflexively. Her tongue slips out and lightly licks around the tender divot of your anus. She swirls that tongue slowly, moaning, finally pressing the flat curl of it against your tender asshole. As she does, her fingers reach between your thighs to cradle and lightly massage your clit.

  The moment she drives the tip of her tongue against your clenching asshole, pressing insistently, you begin to cum. Your asshole flexes against her thrusting tongue and you buck your hip. She sinks two fingers into the steamy channel of your cunt and grinds her knuckles against your clit. The sensation is incredible, a flowing arc of pleasure crackling between your licked asshole and your throbbing clit. Her tongue pushes past your clenched flower and deeper into your asshole, triggering an even greater wave of pleasure; an orgasm on top of an orgasm.

  “OHHHHHHHH!” You throw back your head, bracing your hands against the bed as you push your plump ass back against Alyssa’s face. You feel her horns rubbing against your cheeks, her nose in your crack, and her tongue seeming to stretch beyond human limits as it probes deep into your ass. Your pussy, wracked with pleasure, clutches tightly against Alyssa’s thrusting fingers. You cry loudly, “Yes! Oh, god, yes! Fuck my ass with your tongue!”

  One orgasm becomes another and another. Your juices drip from her fingers and onto the bed. Your ass clenches rhythmically with the hot waves of your orgasmic bliss. The pleasure becomes so intense that you try to pull away from her. Alyssa hugs you just above your ass, pulling your bottom against her face and smothering herself. Her tongue squirms even deeper inside you and her fingers hit a new spot that makes you crazy with pleasure. You cannot escape her grasp as shattering orgasm after orgasm wracks your body.

  “Enough!” You cry. “I cannot stand anymore!”

  She releases you, slithering her tongue out of your ass and her fingers out of your pussy. You collapse to the bed, shuddering with aftershocks and gasping to catch your breath. She crawls over you, dragging her breasts up your back as she kisses her way to your shoulder. She rolls her weight off of your body and you slowly turn over. You cannot help but laugh at the intensity of the pleasure she just gave you.

  "Are you satisfied?" She asks.

  "Yes," you whimper, forcing yourself to sit up. "Oh, yes, I cannot stand anymore."

  "Mmmmm, then it is time to pay the price, Penelope," she murmurs, a hungry look in her violet eyes.

  You nod faintly. You know you cannot deny her what you owe.

  CONTINUE >

  Repay the ogre with your hands

  “These two soft hands,” you say, holding them up. “They’ve been known to milk a cock. Would you like a nice, relaxing wank?”

  The huge ogre cannot help but grin. “Good deal! You stroke cock!”

  He takes your hand and jerks you excitedly behind him, deeper into the cave. He brings you to a room that resembles a crude kitchen, with a clay stove and a wooden table and chairs. He plops down h
eavily on one of the chairs, unties his belt, unlaces his trousers, and unceremoniously flops his enormous cock onto his leg.

  You stare wide-eyed at his massive member. His cock is a darker shade than the rest of his pink skin, hairless, and extremely thick. The tip is tapered on one side and bulges unwholesomely on the other. Clearly, his cock is deformed, but it is no less impressive for being as ugly as the rest of the ogre.

  Premble watches as you remove your backpack, drop your weapons to the floor, and begin to undress from your wet clothes. The ogre leans forward in his seat, his huge hand fondling his swelling cock as he watched you strip off your wet bodice and remove your soaking bra. He lets out a groan as you reveal your pale breasts and cold-stiffened pink nipples. You slip out of your wet skirt and roll your panties down the gooseflesh on your thighs. You shudder as you expose the small tuft of chestnut hair and the pulsing rune that marks you as a servant of the Great One.

  Your face is hot with desire. You gaze into Premble’s beady eyes and run your hands from your ample breasts to your shapely hips. You touch the heat of your pussy as you approach the ogre.

  “Just my hands, Premble,” you say, seriously.

  “And kiss?” He asks hopefully.

  “If you are a good boy,” you say, trailing the fingers of both hands over the huge, crimson bulb of his cockhead. He groans and rests one hand on your hip, watching as you take hold of his cock with your much smaller hands. You squeeze hit hot length, drawing the skin up and over the swollen tip and skinning it back down as you stroke over his lump shaft and down to his huge bollocks.

  “Hands so soft,” he groans.

  “Mmmmm and your biiiiig cock is so hard,” you say, pressing your breasts against his side as you work your hands up and down the darkening crimson of his cock. Slippery precum begins to drool from the tip. You rub your thumb at his fat cockslit and spread around his misshapen tip. He strokes your hip, but other than that contact he is being very well behaved. “I suppose a kiss would be alri—MMppphhh!”