Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Hrr,” the centaur grunts. “A fine filly indeed.”

  “M-mm. Th-thank you master,” you manage in a breathless voice. Your insides feel rearranged and your body aches with its emptiness, but you look up at your beastly lover with adoration.

  He grins, his crude visage like something from the deranged painting on a chapel wall. Then he looks to Kara, who twitches and gasps where she is held aloft by the vines. “Hrnnn…Let us see as your companion is as accommodating too.”

  He gestures and the vines which support Kara release her, lowering her gently to the ground. Your sister collapses, shaking with helpless lust.

  You wish you could join them, but your body is weak from your brutal mating at the centaur’s hands. It’s all you can do to flop onto the roots of a tree, propping yourself up as your mate mounts your sister. As he sheathes his cock within her, your own fingers creep to your gaping cunt and gather up a dollop of cum. You lick it off your fingers as Kara screams, cumming about the immense cock stuffing her.

  CONTINUE >

  “We must remain on our guard, always.”

  The bubbles on the surface of the swamp give away the hiding place of the submerged Lynok. You leap from the branches of the overhanging tree and drive your spear into the water. You feel the satisfying resistance of the Lynok’s rubbery flesh as your spear plunges deep. Blood gushes to the surface of the swamp and you find yourself astride a thrashing, slippery beast roughly the size of a small horse. The beast’s long, flexible neck flails and its leech-like mouth parts gnash as it tries to latch onto your body. You try to twist your spear inside it, but you are suddenly thrown free of the creature’s back. In the murky water, you are on its turf, and the enraged Lynok attacks, trying to latch its mouth to your shoulder or chest.

  You fight off its attacks, but it is overpowering you and the slippery flesh of its neck is preventing you from getting a grip. Just as you feel your strength failing, a stone blade hacks the Lynok’s neck and the creature falls back into the water, thrashing desperately. The hulking orc, Urdon, pulls you to your feet as Jemek, leaner and more daring, dives into the swamp to finish the Lynok off with his jagged knife.

  “Thank you,” you gasp, wiping muddy water from your face. “The two of you waited long enough.”

  “We want to see if you kill him by yourself,” says Urdon with a shrug and lopsided smile. “Usually, you do.”

  “Bad luck,” you say. “Missed both of his hearts with my spear.”

  Jemek, dripping with blood and mud, comes sloshing out of the swamp holding the Lynok’s severed head. He grins, even more lopsided than the bigger orc, and tosses the trophy at your feet. The Lynok’s numerous eyes show white and its mouth is still twitching.

  “Good kill!” You say, embracing the orc.

  “Some help from me,” objects Urdon.

  “Good kill,” you say, a bit less enthusiastically, and give the big orc a pat on the shoulder. “These things taste delicious. Let’s get its body out of the swamp and start a fire.”

  “Not much dry wood in swamp,” says Urdon. “I find some.”

  He goes off in search of enough dry wood to build a cook fire. You and Jemek drag the dead Lynok to dry land. You admire Jemek’s lean muscles. Of all the orcs, Urdon and Jemek are your favorites. They are good tempered and, admittedly, more pleasing than most to look at. Urdon has a certain hyper-masculinity that you find appealing and his odd scruff of tiny tentacles on his chin actually looks fetching. Jemek, downright handsome for an orc, has never revealed what his deformity he might have, if any. Perhaps it is his slightly elven ears, a bit longer and more pointed than most orcs. Of course, elves are long extinct, but perhaps Zhibbareth’s mutations awakened a forgotten trait in the orc. Whatever the cause, Jemek is handsome, and you find yourself admiring his toned, deep-green skin once again.

  “Thank you for killing this ugly thing,” you say, looking at its stubby legs and segmented, worm-like body. “For a moment, I thought it had me.”

  “Never let real harm come to huntress Penny,” says Jemek, grinning and brushing away a glass fly.

  “Well, all the same, thank you,” you say, meaning to clap a hand on his shoulder, but instead stroking his bare chest. “I wouldn’t want to end up getting sucked dry by something as weak as a Lynok.”

  Jemek looks at your hand on his chest. You slowly withdraw your fingers. He grabs your wrist, looking into your eyes with a sudden, unspoken intensity.

  “Jemek…” You whisper.

  “Huntress,” he says, his brow knitting. “I know rules… but you are… I with you so much. You are so good. So pretty.”

  “You are handsome too, Jemek. The rules forbid any contact like this.” You glance around as if you might see Kara watching you from the trees. “But… if we are quick, I could reward you for helping me. I am allowed to do that.”

  “More food? Honeywine?”

  “Yes, those are usually the rewards,” you say, biting your lower lip as you stroke Jemek’s chiseled abs. “I could reward you with my hand though. That does not seem to break the rules of intimacy. It would just be my hand, after all.”

  “Your… yes! Oh, yes, huntress! I accept this reward!”

  “Shhhhh,” you say, guiding him to the shade of a swamp willow and leaning his back against the trunk. “No touching now, Jemek. That would definitely break the rules.”

  With a glance over your shoulder to be sure that Urdon is not returning, you crouch down beside the lean orc and slip your hand into his loincloth. He gasps with desire as your fingers make contact with the hot pipe of his cock. Beneath it, you feel an unusually large sack. Your fingers gently probe lower and Jemek squirms.

  “Penny. Is problem with… my stones. Too many stones.”

  You prod with your fingers. Two, three, five, six, seven… eight! The orc has eight fat testicles in a sack beneath his thick cockmeat. You unwrap his loincloth, still gripping his cock with one hand, and gently lift the orc’s cock and balls out so you can see them. His cock is quite long and thick, certainly compared to a human, though no more than average for the orc cocks you have glimpsed here and there while living among them. You grip him tightly in your hand and push his cock upwards so you can better see his huge sack and his numerous testicles bulging within.

  “This is curse,” says Jemek. “Was not born this way. More and more grow as I serve Zhibbareth.”

  “Well,” you say, flushed and committed to pleasuring him, “I suppose I will just have to work four times as hard.”

  You lean over his cock and drool a strand of saliva onto his dark green tip. He groans as he watches you spread your glistening spittle over his cock. Your breasts, squeezed in your patchwork bodice by your biceps, jiggle enticingly as you begin to pump your hand up and down his cock. Jemek’s hardness begins to weep copiously, dripping his aroused slime from his green cockhead and smearing it over your hand. His eyes flick from your jiggling cleavage to your pale hand rising and falling on his glorious orc hardness.

  “Oh, huntress,” he moans. “You touch so good.”

  “That’s right,” you whisper. “Come on, Jemek. I want to see it. Spray it all out for me… Ooohhhh… fuck my hand. That’s right. Show me how much cum you have in those balls.”

  Jemek is fucking his cock through your precum-slicked grasp, bracing his hands on the tree behind him as he works his hips. He pants with his lust and you can see his ball tightening against his root, drawing up like a sack of marbles against his shaft. Suddenly, he stops, his eyes wide.

  “What’s wrong?” You tease, stroking up to his tip and back down again. “Isn’t this reward good enough?”

  “Huntress…” He hisses and you realize he is looking behind you.

  Urdon is standing in the shin-deep swamp water beside the land. The hulking orc holds a massive armload of wood and kindling. He stares in surprise at you and Jemek. You slowly release Jemek’s shaft and withdraw your hand. The lean orc’s hardness twitches and a faintly milky drop of prec
um dribbles out and falls to the swamp grass at his feet. It is so quiet that you can hear the patter of the drop landing.

  A smile spreads across Urdon’s face.

  “Was wondering when this happen,” he says, walking out of the swamp and dropping the wood beside the Lynok’s carcass. “I see you watch me and Jemek. You in heat, huntress. You need man. But all you have is orc.”

  You let out a sigh, knowing the big brute is right. “It is forbidden,” you say.

  “You stroke Jemek like not forbidden,” says Urdon. “You and sister make all rules. I not tell sister.”

  “Oh, is that how it is?” You can’t help but smile at the orc’s crude attempt at blackmail. “What do I have to do to keep you from telling her?”

  “Mmmmm.” Urdon strokes his chin tentacles. “What you want to do, Penny?”

  Soon enough, the rules lie forgotten with your clothing on the ground as you ride atop Urdon’s glorious, huge orc cock. Your tight pussy slips up and down his length as his big, strong hands reach up to squeeze and shape the heaving mounds of your breasts. You cry with pleasure around the salty-sweet head of Jemek’s cock. The leaner orc stands beside you, cradling your head with one hand as you gently bob your lips on his cock. You have brought him to the edge with your sucking several times and you know he cannot last much longer.

  “Ahhhh, huntress,” he cries, thrusting through your stroking fist and into your sucking mouth. You moan around him, working you hips as you ride atop Urdon. Your mouth is suddenly flooded with hot orc cum. It gushes in a seemingly endless torrent far faster than you can gulp it down. Jemek’s spurting cock slides out of your mouth, decorating your face, hair, shoulders, and heaving breasts with his hot seed. You wank his spurting prick over you, bouncing with ever more relish atop Urdon. The huge orc beneath you suddenly grabs hold of your toned ass, squeezing hard and driving his cock to the hilt into your pussy.

  “Yessss!” He bellows.

  “No,” you cry, “You can’t! Not inside—“

  But it’s too late. He likely does not even hear you as he thrusts violently beneath you and his cock erupts deep inside your fertile human pussy. The curse of the island vanished with Zhibbareth, so there is no sudden welling of joy. Despite that, the powerful throbbing of the orc’s huge cock is enough to send you plunging into your fifth orgasm of the day. Your inner muscles ripple around his spurting hardness, draining him of every gush.

  “Oh, Urdon,” you moan. You look at the other orc, your face covered in cum. “Jemek… I think we have broken the rules quite badly.”

  You feel Urdon’s cock give a last twitch inside you as it begins to slowly deflate. Jemek’s is already shriveled to half its size, though it continues to drip cum like a leaking wellhead. You feel orc seed sloshing in your belly and dripping from your womb. The musky scent of their offering clings to you. With a sigh, you fall forward atop Urdon, his cock slipping from your creamy pussy.

  “I suppose,” you pant, “we may as well break it a few more times.”

  Both orcs begin to chuckle and you cannot help but laugh with them. Kara is going to be very, very cross with you when your belly begins to swell, but there is nothing else to be done but enjoy the ride.

  Your adventures with your sister and your orc lovers are sure to continue, but the adventure of this story is at an end.

  THE END

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  Refuse to give in to depravity

  Nuzzled against your giantess mother’s milky bosom, lightly showered by her warm cream, you crave to wrap your lips around her nipple and suckle from her breast. You feel a sudden surge of horror. What are you think? She may be a giantess and she may look different, but his is still your mother. Such an act would be against all moral and religious laws.

  You push away from your mother’s breasts and wriggle out of your grasp. Anger flashes on her face for a moment, but her smile returns. She growls, “So you want to play? Make me chase you? Run then, sweet Penny, and when I catch you I’ll punish you with my tongue.”

  You wince from the sight of your mother lasciviously wagging the pink trowel of her tongue at you. How did you almost fall into her embrace?

  “Mother, I refuse to participate in such depravity,” you say, standing firmly before her despite your nudity.

  “Refuse?” The vast chamber echoes with your mother’s cruel laughter. “You have no more right to refuse. You will drink my milk until your belly swells. I’ll saddle my cunt upon your face and use your holes to warm my fingers. Silly girl, your refusals are at an end. You belong to—“

  A ray of light from the cracked ceiling of the chamber blinds you and engulfs you. With a cry you fling up your arms. You are not incinerated by your mother’s fury. In fact, as you peek through parted fingers, you see your mother cringing away from the beam of light that limns your naked flesh in a heavenly glow. Your fear and anger recede and a powerful sense of peace comes over you.

  “Penelope Helsdottir.” A calming, genderless voice speaks directly into your mind. “I am Gallatha, servant of Allara, the Maiden of the Day.”

  “Allara,” you whisper, thinking of the grand temple that stands in Akrane with the golden statue of the haloed goddess.

  “Yes. She has seen the evil that grows in this place. I could not reach it in this unhallowed temple, but your brave sacrifice and your purity have opened a conduit for me into your mind and body. Take my strength, Penelope, and save your mother.”

  The light around you fades, but the feeling of peace remains. You realize your mother is screaming at you, demanding to know why you were suddenly engulfed in holy light.

  “It’s alright, mother,” you say, reaching a hand up to her breast. She watches in surprise as your fingers and then the flat of your hand presses against the warm inner curve of her left breast. You feel the thudding of her giant heart. It slows beneath your fingers. “By Allara, I feel your pain. Let go of it, mother. Let go of your suffering and your hatred. There is still time to fix this.”

  She looks at you with wide golden eyes. Her heart begins to glow red beneath your hand as if backlit within her chest by a powerful radiance.

  “Renounce him,” you murmur, looking up into her eyes.

  “Renounce… Zhibbareth…” Tears spill down her cheeks.

  “We can be pure again,” you say. “We can fight together.”

  “Yes,” she says, her chin quivering with emotion. “Yes. Oh, Penny, I have fallen so far…”

  “Let me lift you up,” you say, reaching up to cradle her face with both hands. “Say it. Mean it in your heart. Renounce him, mother.”

  “I… I renounce… I renounce Zhibbareth.” Her voice is practically a whisper. She begins to chant it, growing louder and louder, until she is screaming, “I renounce Zhibbareth!”

  There is another flash of light and both you and your mother are engulfed in the holy glow of Allara’s blessing. You rise into the air as if lifted her holy hands, floating up through the hole in the chamber of the temple. Beneath you, the there is a furious roar of shapeless, demonic rage. As it thunders from the chamber, the temple begins to shake, crack, and collapse inward. You whirl through the air and slowly descend into a plaza where Kara is in the grasp up several deformed orcs.

  They look in awe at you and your mother descending from the sky. Some are watching the temple collapse in on itself; most of them are tearing off Kara’s clothing and stroking their rigid cocks. The orcs barely have time to scream before you and your mother both project holy magic from your hands, incinerating the sinful monsters in flashes of fire. Ashes swirl in the plaza and Kara blinks in surprise, pulling her clothing back on.

  “Penny? Mother?” She takes a step towards you both. Your feet touch the ashy stone of the plaza and the light fades around your mother as she lands beside you. The power of Allara leaves your body as the last stones of Zhibbareth’s temple thunder to the ground. The so-called Great One is gone, sealed beneath a mountain of rubble, and you, Kar
a, and your mother are reunited.

  “Where do we go from here?” Your mother says, staring in shock at the ruins of Rhilath. Monsters and slaves are scurrying from the rubble.

  “I arrived on the southern shores on a ship called the Zephyr,” you say, standing between your giantess mother and your sister. “With a bit of luck, the captain has decided to wait for my return.”

  “South then,” says Kara. “And we kill every monster that stands in our way.”

  You journey south begins with the massive cloud of dust still spreading through the streets of Rhilath. Although you abandoned your weapons inside the temple, although the family codex is buried somewhere within that rubble, you find a strength and confidence you never imagined. Every monster your encounter as you venture across the island seems to wither before your three-way assault. Former slaves, cultists, even human cannibals bend their knees and beg forgiveness.

  You speak mercy to those who plead for it and bring swift justice to those who would prey upon three humans walking through the primeval forests of Ctharne. You gather clothing from the ruins of a human settlement and take the scavenged weapons from the treasure horde of a flightless dragon like creature. Your mother holds the creature by its broken neck as you and your sister loot its lair.

  After this bloody journey back south, your first sight of the sea is welcome. The small of the salt is in the air and the beaches seem bright and beautiful in a way they certainly had not been when you arrived. At first, you think Orsen Castillo has abandoned you. Kara spots the boat anchored in the shallows off shore, its sails down and its small deck crowded with people.

  You, your mother, and sister wave to them. The sight of your giantess mother seems to strike fear into the people on the ship. Orsen sees you waving and opens the sail, steering the ship closer to shower and then climbing down into the surf. He approaches in the waist-deep water, stopping well out of reach of your mother.