Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Be my guest,” she purrs. “Both of you.”

  You crawl on one side of the lovely succubus and Orsen crawls on her other side. She looks from you to Orsen and back again. She strokes your heads like you are her pets, there for her entertainment. Orsen begins kissing and rather roughly fondling Alyssa’s breasts. You share a kiss with her, softly at first, but growing more intense as she moans softly from Orsen’s attentions. You realize he has his hand between her legs and you reach down to help him caress her lovely quim.

  “I need it,” she moans. “I need his cock.”

  It only takes a moment for him to climb atop her. You help guide his cock to her glistening entrance and he thrusts deep into her perfect pussy. He strokes in and out of her little cunt and you reach below him to massage his fat balls as he move atop her.

  “Oh my gods,” he cries. “I’ve never… it’s perfect. It’s beyond perfect.”

  “Kiss me,” whispers Alyssa. “Kiss me and let me taste your essence.”

  Orsen answers her with a cry of intense pleasure, smashing his lips to hers. They kiss passionately and the violet magic plays over and between their lips as the lovely succubus drains some small morsel of Orsen’s life force. He moans into the kiss and you feel his bollocks tighten beneath your fingers. You watch his glistening shaft throbbing as he unleashes his seed deep into Alyssa’s clutching cunt. She wraps her slender legs around him and pulls him deeper.

  “Enough,” the succubus cries. “You are so full of life, but I must not take too much.”

  “It feels incredible,” he laughs, slowly slipping his cock out of Alyssa’s creamy pussy.

  “Do you see now why I keep her around?” You ask Orsen. He falls back on the bed, laughing, his cock smeared with his cream. Alyssa leans over his lap and begins licking him clean. You decide to do the same favor for her, lapping at the salty cream spilling from her sweet slit. She moans around Orsen’s cock, gently sucking him as you lick her pussy clean.

  It is a long voyage to the mainland. There is plenty of time to explore all sorts of erotic possibilities with you, Alyssa, and Orsen sharing the cabin.

  You are not certain where your life will take you once you have returned to Heimsvak. You intend to take the survivors to Akrane to petition the king for an audience. He must know of the dangers that still exist on Ctharne.

  But while you are trying to receive an audience, you intend to spend as much time as possible with your two lovers. That will be another sort of adventure.

  THE END

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  Succubus Distraction

  You lean against Alyssa, brushing a silky lock of hair away from her ear and whispering, “This creature is male. Distract him for me. I will cast a powerful spell.”

  “Oh, my pleasure,” she laughs, bumping you playfully with her shapely hip before launching into the air. She leaves a puff of smoke behind and you realize it is her traveling clothes evaporating from her exquisite body as she takes to the sky. The drider snarls and turns to follow her flight. She taunts him, “Mister spiderrrrr, don’t you want to fuck me? Fuck theeeeese?” She squeezes and plays with her perfect, soft breasts.

  She whirls and dances in the air, swinging her naked body from one lewd pose to another, seeming to hover with her shapely thighs spread, playing with her pussy, only to turn around and show the drider her creamy ass as she dart out of the reach of his forked spear. He growls with frustration.

  You use this opportunity to splay your fingers into a casting posture and begin a long and complex chant. Several times, Alyssa is almost caught by the drider’s spear or a sudden squirt of the web fibers from his hidden spinneret. Each time she twists out of his reach or dodges his burst of webs. She is distractingly graceful, but you manage to retain your focus on the spell and its ancient words. You feel the forest darkening around you. The power grows behind your words and the ground seems to shake beneath your feet.

  “Ah!” Alyssa cries as her lower legs are struck by a wad of webbing, pinning her upside down high up in the branches of one of the trees. Her breasts bounce and her legs flex as she tries to wiggle her way out of her predicament.

  “I have you now, brazen bitch!” The drider’s exultant cry surprises you with its clarity. With Alyssa trapped, he turns his attention to you. “Now for you, human. I’ll drain you dry!”

  The drider is much too late. The rumbling of the earth grows louder and louder. A mist floods into the clearing, issuing from among the trees like smoke from a great fire. A golden light appears behind you and the drider stops in surprise. With a strange trumpeting that raises the hairs on your neck, the White Hart of the Woods leaps into the clearing. The white elk stands ten feet tall from its massive antlers to its hooves. Its golden eyes glow with fury and its snort blows the mist away from its face.

  The drider curses in some unknown language, tosses his forked spear to the ground, and leaps into the trees. The White Hart charges and butts its head against the tree, knocking the drider to the ground below. Before the White Hart can gore the drider, the arachnid body flips over and the drider scuttles at its fastest speed into the mists. There is another trumpeting sound as the White Hart gives chase. The mist remains in the clearing. This is not like the cloying mists you encountered earlier; this mist has a smell like musty leaves and wet fur. It is both comforting and disturbing at the same time.

  “What was that?” Alyssa asks, dangling from her webbed ankles.

  You climb up into the tree and cut her down. You try to catch her, but she is too heavy and you fall together on the soft earth. Her warm, naked body excites your imagination. You run a hand down from her hip to her plump buttock.

  “That was the White Hart of the Woods,” you explain. “All woods. Hunters and huntresses who respect the natural world can call upon it with the right magic.”

  “You respect the natural world?” Alyssa asks, moving and shifting so she is straddling you. “I thought you were an incurable slut like me.”

  Your other hand slides from her back to her other buttock. You squeeze her round ass as she leans lower and teases you with her full lips against yours.

  “I never claimed to be chaste,” you say, leaning up and kissing her on the lips. She pulls back after only a moment. Her hand slips between you and she reaches between your thighs, massaging the tender mound of your panties.

  “Watching you use that powerful magic makes me so hot,” she says. “You’re sexy when you’re defeating monsters.” She kisses your neck, nibbles at your earlobe, and licks her way from your shoulder to the tops of your breasts. Her hand massages deftly at your panty-covered pussy. She whispers, “I want to lick you.”

  “Of course she does,” interjects your mother’s voice, puncturing your desire. “She is a succubus. I’m sure a stiff breeze will send her to her knees pleading to stuff her tongue up your cunt.”

  You refuse to reply to your mother’s taunting. You give Alyssa’s lovely ass a squeeze with both hands and jerk your hips, grinding against Alyssa’s fingers. You know you should leave, but you desperately want to linger and experience the pleasures of the naughty succubus.

  “Don’t be foolish,” says your mother’s voice in your mind. “I’ve raised you better than this”

  The idea that your mother would be forced to watch you fucking Alyssa gives you an added incentive to stay beneath the beautiful demoness. You kiss her again and knead her shapely ass with your fingers, moaning against her lips as your tongues swirl together.

  “Let me lick you,” purrs Alyssa, raising her shapely ass higher and pressing her soft breasts against yours as she sucks at your neck.

  How do you respond?

  There is no time for it!

  Let her go down on you

  Find a secluded spot and fuck her properly

  Parley

  You glance about and see other wugs in the trees. You quickly raise your hands.

  “Penny,” Kara says sharply. “What are you doing?�
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  “Trust me,” you hiss. Your best choice is to negotiate with the frog men, but their rudimentary grasp of human tongue is abysmal. However, you are not without some tools for that. Your whisper the words of a spell of tongues, masking it beneath a deep breath that makes your breasts rise to stark prominence.

  “Stop!” you say. You feel the magic tingle in your mouth, tasting of something brackish. Though you cannot hear the difference, the look of shock Kara gives you is all you need.

  The wugs still. You hold your breath, hoping they can understand you. A subtle sound passes through them. Then, one pushes forward, waddling out of the ranks of his fellows. All of the frog men look alike to you, but this one has clear cosmetic differences. An old belt around his waist hangs with an old iron knife. The paint on his flesh is more elaborate and thicker, radiating in jagged lines across his flesh with a reddish hue as opposed to the other’s blacks. In a webbed hand the wug holds loosely a rusted cutlass, and around his neck is slung an old flintlock on the end of a necklace of gut.

  The color marks him as a war leader you note at once, but the situation is strange. By all your readings the wugs are prone to ambush, using their natural coloration to blend into their surroundings and use poisonous darts to take down their prey. They’re cowardly creatures, so such a blatant show of strength makes little sense with what you know.

  The war leader extends a finger towards you, the tip ending in a barbed talon. “You. How you know tongue of wugs?”

  “I come from far,” you say. “I know other tribes. We mean no harm. We pass through. Not hurt wugs. Not attack.”

  The wug considers you carefully. A long tongue slides across his rubbery lips. “…You want pass? You pay. Pay toll.”

  You swallow at the word. You don’t think he wants coin. Your eyes slide down and fix on his pale belly, where a thin slit has opened and reveals a pink wedge of flesh. His cock. You seem to see a look of satisfaction in the face of the war leader. Of lust.

  You know you have only one chance to now. You have to pay his toll.

  How do you pay?

  Pay with your ass

  Pay on your knees

  Pay with your cunt

  Dominate Alyssa for your own pleasure

  You are mesmerized by the beauty and sexual power of Alyssa, but you are no fool. Kneeling and submitting to her would open you more easily to her demonic manipulation. You need to take control. And your body aches to dominate this unearthly beauty.

  "I am in charge here," you say firmly. "Your tricks do not fool me and your kiss does not overwhelm me, Alyssa. You are the whore and I am your customer. I will have my pleasure from you."

  Her brows knit in submissive anguish, "Yes, of course mistress."

  Her voice has taken on an almost plaintive tone as she drops to her knees before you, her wings folds against her back, her thick tail flicking back and forth against the heart-shaped roundness of her ass. She lowers her gaze to the plush floor and leans to your feet. Her warm lips kiss the tops of your feet and your toes wiggling in the soft carpet.

  "What would you have me do, mistress?" She asks, each brush of her lips against your feet sending a powerful ripple of pleasure up your legs and to your steamy pussy. A thousand twisted delights enter your mind as the succubus prostrates herself in total submission. It makes you feel even more powerful. And it makes you crave her pleasure.

  "Perhaps we should start slowly," you say, caressing her silky hair and her horns. She lifts her head and looks up at you, her eyes seeming to well with tears of submission.

  "Whatever you desire, mistress," she says, caressing your legs. You watch her tail flicking over the crack of her buttocks and curling against her thigh.

  Your ample breasts heave with your excitement. A command forms on your lips.

  What do you command?

  Command Alyssa to suck your toes

  Command Alyssa to suck your breasts

  Command Alyssa to massage you

  Dominate

  You gaze into Alyssa’s sparkling violet eyes as you reach up and run your fingers over the ridged curls of her horns. She looks up, as if she might see your hands stroking her horns through the top of her head. Your smile becomes wicked and you grip her horns tightly. She gasps as you yank her head towards you by her horns.

  “Oh! Are you going to hurt me?”

  “No,” you say as you pull her face only a finger’s width from yours. “Only ensuring you understand that I am in charge.”

  “Ooooh, yesss,” she hisses. “Yes, mistress.”

  You pull her into a steamy kiss, your soft lips parting and your tongue thrusting into the sweet heat of her mouth. She yields with relish, moaning into your kiss and pressing her voluptuous body against yours. You slip one hand from a horn and caress her hip. With your other hand, you seize a handful of her lavender-tinted hair and turn her roughly to the side.

  “Look at that bottom!” You snap, pushing her head down and pulling her ass towards you. “You must be very naughty to have a tail like that.”

  Her tail flicks from side to side, sweeping across her round buttocks. She twists against your hand grasping her hair and looks back at you over her shoulder.

  “Oh, mistress, I am very naughty. Perhaps you should spank me.” The horned tart thrusts her bottom towards you and sweeps her tail aside to show you the full lusciousness of her cheeks. You smack one and then the other, watching them bounce beneath her blows. Her body jerks and she lets out a soft cry as with each impact as you land several more swats against her bum.

  She bites her bottom lip, arches her back, and teases her bottom from side to side, inviting a growl of anger and a furious rain of swats on her lovely bottom. Your hand is stinging painfully by the time you are done. Alyssa’s round cheeks are blushing deeply with numerous handprints. Her ample breasts heave in her corseted top as she gasps for breath.

  “Mistress, my little bottom is on fire!”

  You jerk her head back up by that handful of hair and roughly kiss her neck and up to her ear. She moans and grinds her ass against your hips.

  “Take me to your bed,” you command. “Show me where I will be punishing you.”

  You shove her with both hands. Alyssa regains her footing and looks back at you, batting her lashes almost bashfully. Another push, just above her thronged bottom and she stumbles towards the curtain covering the archway. She plays a submissive girl masterfully considering her commanding entrance, stopping every so often and hesitating just enough to demand another swat on her blushing bottom.

  She finally brings you a red-lit room draped with lurid tapestries and dominated by a massive four-poster bed. A slave girl is seated near the bed with a harp and she begins to pluck her instrument as you enter the room. You shed your pack with a thump and drop your weapon belt form your hips. You toss your jacket over a chair. Alyssa backs towards her bed, looking at you like a scared mouse and nibbling at her fingertip.

  You are not fooled for a moment by her submissive act, but you enjoy it all the same.

  “Are you going to make me tear the lingerie off you?” You curl your fingers into the overflowing cups of her corseted top. She gasps and fumbles with the laces. You yank and the garment bursts open, exposing her bountiful bosoms with her pale areolas and plump, lavender-tinted nipples.

  You dip your head down, running your tongue over her sweet, warm mounds, kissing your way to one nipple and sucking eagerly as you thrust your hand down her panties. Her cunt fur is tiny and neatly trimmed and her delicate folds are steamy and slick with her arousal. She cries out and clings to you as you begin pumping two fingers into her pussy and sucking at her nipple.

  “Mistressssss,” she moans, shrugging out of her ripped top and holding your head against her soft breasts. You bite at one of her deliciously fat nipples and she squeals with pain and pleasure. You lift your head from her breasts and strip her panties roughly down her shapely thighs. She pins her knees together, as if trying to stop you, but you yank ha
rder and the delicate underwear rips apart in your grasp.

  “Do not fight me!” You growl, flushed with desire and your newfound authority. For emphasis, you grab one of her nipples between your thumb and finger, stretching it out and lifting her shapely breast.

  “Ohhh, it hurts, mistress,” whines the succubus. “I thought you said you weren’t going to hurt me!”

  “A little pain,” you say, “to punish disobedience.” You slap her breast, eliciting a cry of shock. You pinch the other nipple and lift her other breast and give it a similar slap. Red hand marks slowly appear on the pale curves of her mounds. Tears glitter in her eyes. She is the perfect submissive.

  You shove her shoulders and she falls back onto the enormous bed with a soft cry. She slowly lifts her head and watches you with apparent fear as you strip off the remainder of your clothing. Even a master manipulator like a succubus cannot hide the twinkle of desire in those violet eyes as you stand nude before her. You climb up onto the bed, realizing not only your comfort in your skin, but your enjoyment of being seen naked. There is no shame in this, you realize, your body is beautiful.

  You crawl atop her, kissing her teasingly and flicking her lips with your tongue before continuing your crawl. You drag your dangling breasts across her face. She moans from beneath them, reaching up to squeeze your mounds and caress your sides. You straddle Alyssa’s beautiful face and settle your hot little quim atop her mouth and chin. You press down; she reaches up and cradles your ass with both hands, squeezing your plump cheeks and pulling you against her mouth as her tongue invades your pussy.

  “Lick,” you command Of course, the succubus is unusually skilled at this task. She kneads your buttocks as her tongue rolls and swirls within your tender channel. Her tongue somehow ripples against your clit even as it reaches into your pussy at an impossible depth.