Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “You may touch me,” you say. “No, you must touch me. You must worship the herald.”

  “Yes, herald,” he moans, taking hold of your hips with his hands as his huge, slippery tongue begins to lap eagerly at your cunt. The warm eel of his tongue spreads your pussy and dips into your aching channel. You moan and arch above him, thrusting your ass back against his face. You roll your hips and slide your cunt on his tongue. You rest your hands on his big belly, your tits bouncing as you ride Premble’s face.

  “Oh, that’s it, ogre,” you moan, bucking harder and faster. “Get your tongue deep… ohhhhhh… yes! YES!”

  It’s so much better than you had expected. His tongue plunge as deep as a cock, but squirms and rolls inside your stretched channel. You reach out over his belly and grab hold of his deformed cock. He grunts beneath your ass.

  “A little fun for you, Premble,” you laugh, riding his face as you wank him with both hands. His precum flows steadily over your fingers, slicking your caress and adding a lewd sound to accompany the slurp of his tongue.

  You ride him to a shuddering orgasm, the pleasure ascending within you to a peak that holds for an eternity atop his squirming tongue. You smother him under your soft ass and he only hugs you tighter against his face. Your juices pour into his mouth, your inner walls convulsing around the serpent of his tongue.

  As you begin to descend from the heights of your pleasure, Premble’s massive cock jerks in your grasp. A huge gout of off-white seed launches into the air and splashes back down over your fingers. You quickly release your hold on his cock.

  “I did not say you could cum!” You snap.

  He whimpers beneath you as his cock jerks, untouched, and spurts out an impressive quantity of his filthy spunk. The flow diminishes to a dribble, his cock still twitching with the weakening pumps of his ruined orgasm. You laugh mockingly and wipe the cum from your hands onto his fat belly.

  “What a bad boy,” you say, squirming atop him. “Just for that, I don’t think I am going to get up. I think I am going to force you to make me cum. Twice more.”

  It’s actually three times, with the ogre slurping and licking and sucking at your pampered pussy. You even turn around, squatting on his mouth and stroking his bald head so he can fuck you with his fat thumb while you grind the crack of your ass against the warm wetness of his tongue. That’s the best orgasm of them all, looking down into his beady eyes as your pussy spasms around his thumb and your ass clenches at his tongue.

  Once he has satisfied you completely, you bathe in a pool of warm spring water while he prepares you a meal of fried snails, porridge, and a hot root vegetable you have never had before that he calls “cave radish.” It is a fine meal that goes down easily with a sour wine he has looted from some human settlement. He eats nothing himself, instead watching with adoration as you devour each bite.

  “Very good, Premble,” you declare. “I expect my clothes have dried by now. Go and fetch them.”

  “Yes, of course, herald,” he says and shuffles off to collect your clothing and equipment.

  You feel like a knight and he is your gigantic squire as he helps you dress. He kisses your legs as you slip your feet into your boots one by one. Once you are dressed, Premble provides you with a reed-wrapped parcel of salted fish. They smell a bit bad, but you thank him for the food and he leads you through a winding tunnel that slopes gradually up to the surface. You arrive at a rocky expanse of open land facing a dead-looking forest.

  “Beyond those trees,” says Premble, “is Field of Holes. Beware the Ullek. It eats everything, even heralds.”

  Ullek? That triggers a memory, some creature you have researched before, but it was not called an Ullek. Something similar. You thank Premble with a hug around his huge neck and a kiss on the cheek.

  “Visit any time, herald,” he says and he gives you a crooked smile.

  You set off across the rocky open ground and the dead forest in the distance.

  CONTINUE >

  The hall of mirrors

  The emptiness of the manor is oppressive in the silence that follows the slamming of the door. Yet these candles burn, so someone must have lit them in anticipation of your arrival. You softly call out, “Hello?”

  You receive no answer and decide you must explore this gloomy manor. Not trusting the candles, you use magic to summon a small orb of light that floats above your outstretched hand. You begin by climbing the cobweb-covered staircase. The air is dead and silent but for the sound of your passing. You move from room to empty room, occasionally glimpsing the garden or the surrounding countryside through the open windows. You keep one hand on the grip of a pistol in case you encounter an ambush.

  There is nothing upstairs but moth-eaten bedrooms and the dust-caked relics of the house’s former owners. You shrink away from the eerie faces that gaze out from the paintings and, feeling watched, you move on.

  You descend back to the main floor and venture into an abandoned kitchen and dining hall. You can almost imagine the elegant meals prepared in the kitchen. Now there is not even a rind of fruit or a crumb or bread left to scavenge and the cupboards stand open and empty. The table in the great halls is set as if awaiting a feast with porcelain plates and a fortune of silver arranged on the table. You think you see movement near the table, but it is only you reflected in a hundred pieces of dusty silverware.

  You open the large door out of the dining hall and enter a huge and dark room. You feel the emptiness around you. The light glowing softly above your outstretched hand barely reaches the walls. In the distance, you see glowing reflections of the light. As you step deeper into the room, these reflections move as you move, producing the disconcerting effect of there being dozens of candles.

  “Hello?” You murmur and add a bit louder, “Kara?!”

  Your voice echoes in the darkness. You approach the nearest reflection, your magic light’s double growing brighter and brighter until you are standing before an unusually tall mirror in a dark wooden frame.

  For a moment, you see only yourself reflected in the dark glass. Your eyes travel down your shapely body and you recoil as you see a dark shape slumped at the bottom of the mirror. This is no reflection! There is no dark shape on your side! Somehow, within the mirror, is the image of a crumpled figure, gaunt and discolored, but seemingly human. It has long, rusty red hair and lips pulled back from white teeth.

  “What is this?” You breathe.

  The figure in the mirror does not stir. You move warily to the next mirror and discover a similar figure, this one with dark hair and clearly female based on its withered breasts. Mirror after mirror contains the mummy-like corpse of some human or nearly human creature. There must be nearly a hundred mirrors in all and each grisly scene raises gooseflesh on your arms and the tiny hairs on the back of your neck. Some of these skeletal corpses have expressions frozen on their faces that seem to be ecstasy or agony; you cannot be sure which with their sunken eyes and hollow cheeks.

  You are standing still and staring at one such corpse that seems less discolored than the rest when you notice movement. You turn towards it, holding up your light, and you see a figure moving in one of the mirrors. Your pulse quickens with each step you take towards the mirror. You see white hair. A scar on a face that is twisted in pleasure. Pert breasts and a toned body. Golden eyes! Kara!

  “Oh, Kara!” You cry, running the last few paces to the mirror. Within the wooden frame of the mirror, your sister is on her hands and knees. Her face contorts with pleasure and sweat drips from her wet hair over her pale face. She looks terribly sick. Shadowy hands move over her breasts, cradling them as they hang beneath her and plucking at her small, pink nipples. Her body bounces against a shadowy figure, barely seen within the darkness that surrounds her, and Kara turns her hips as if fucking back against this faceless entity.

  “Kara!” You cry, your words echoing in the vast hall. “Kara, can you hear me?”

  She does not seem to hear you, nor can you hear her apparen
t cries of pleasure, but when you tap upon the mirror itself she does seem to glance in your direction. Briefly. Then a dark shape moves beside her and a shadowy cock is thrust into her mouth. A shadow hand cradles the back of her head as she bobs her lips on the shadow cock.

  Kara is trapped in some sort of mirror prison of pleasure and it is killing her! She is being drained of her of life force as surely as all these desiccated corpses in the mirrors around you. You have to get her out!

  You search the frame of the mirror, but see no mechanism to control it. You examine the back of the mirror, but there is nothing but the wooden frame. Perhaps if you broke it? You look back at the front of the mirror and Kara is now sprawled on her back and being taken from above and below by the shadow creatures. Their cocks invade her chafed cunt and stretched ass as sweat continues to drip from her shuddering and unhealthily pale body.

  “It is only an illusion,” says Kara from behind you. You whirl around and find yourself face-to-face with your beautiful sister. She is taller and much leaner than you, looking healthy and even smiling a bit as she steps out of the shadow. She is wearing the leathers you remember her to favor and has her favorite rapier on her hip. Her golden eyes seem glow as they reflect your magical light.

  “Kara!” You cry and throw your arms around her. Everything feels right. She even smells as you remember her smelling. You kiss her cheek and squeeze her tight. She chuckles and embraces you in return. “How did you… why are you in that lewd mirror? What are all these corpses in the mirrors?”

  “I am not responsible for that,” she says. “I believe it is a bit of trickery to keep intruders at bay. Something to scare them, perhaps. Don’t you feel the spirit of this house? It is not friendly, but it is powerful.”

  “This place seems cursed,” you say. “Like every other place on this gods-forsaken island.”

  “Yes. Ctharne is not very welcoming. But you have answered my letter. You have come!” She takes your hand. “Let me show you this wonderful house, Penelope. Let me show you the pleasures to be found here.”

  She starts to pull you deeper into the darkened room. Something gives you pause and you let your hand slip out of her grasp. Kara almost never calls you Penelope. When she does, it is usually to mock you or chastise you for something.

  “How long have you been in this house?” You ask. “Why haven’t you moved on to find mother?”

  “I was injured,” she says. “By the plants in that damned garden. Come on, Penelope, it’s me. I’m not going to hurt you, I want to help you. Don’t you trust me?”

  She smiles her familiar smile and looks at you with those eyes that blaze with the power of a huntress in a way your eyes never have. You want desperately to believe what she is saying. She holds out her hand.

  What do you do?

  You trust her

  You don't trust her

  Surrender

  You stare up in awe at the majesty of the Wurllmek. A part of you knows that it is about to devour you and yet you are filled with longing verging on lust to be preyed upon by this glorious beast. You drop your weapons from your belt and fall to your knees on the churned earth.

  "What are you doing?" Kara cries, trying to lift you back up. "Get up, Penny! That thing is..."

  "Going to swallow me up," you say in a dreamy voice. Your eyes are wide with madness. You cry out, "Take me, mighty Wurllmek! I surrender to your desire!"

  This massive beast sees no use for you as a plaything or a bride. To the enormous Wurllmek, you and Kara are only two morsels of food. Your sister dives out of the way as the worm's gaping mouth descends up on you and its mandibles snap shut.

  You are drawn into the toothy funnel of its mouth, fear and elation surging wildly as you tumble and drop into its gullet. Powerful rings of muscles draw you deeper along this slim-covered channel. The dripping ooze covers your clothing and hair. It makes you buzz with desire, your flesh tingling even as your clothing begins to disintegrate.

  "Ohhh, yes," you moan as your blouse dissolves and your bra succumbs to the burning enzymes. Your bare breasts slide against the clutching channel of the beast's gullet. You are pulled deeper as the last scraps of your skirt fall away and your bare buttocks and thighs rub against the squeezing walls of the beast's gullet. The sensation of the slippery slime and the rippling esophagus take on an erotic quality.

  You moan and writhe within the squeezing tunnel as tendrils begin to reach out and explore your body. Their touch is light at first, but soon enough these serpentine tendrils are wrapping tightly around your breasts, coiling up your legs, thrusting into your mouth and exploring the steamy passage of your cunt. The pleasure grows into an intense orgasm and tremors of release. It is everything you could have hoped as you surrendered to this mighty beast. You feel paradoxically safe as you slowly digest within its stomach.

  You plunge into a hot bath of liquid and feel yourself melting like so much human wax beneath the flame of your desire. There is pain, but it is a dull ache beneath the tingling pleasure that ebbs and flows in orgasmic waves. You moan to the last, sinking deeper into the chamber, pulled and twisted by tendrils, your body softening as darkness closes in around you. A last gasp of release echoes within the belly of the beast.

  You have surrendered your life to becoming prey to a monster. Your adventure is at an end and soon you will be nothing more than slimy bones, crumbling in some tunnel deep beneath the earth.

  BAD END

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  Take advantage of the bee girl

  The frozen beauty and the raunchy musk that radiates from the self-proclaimed queen have you craving more than just a look. You step closer to her, admiring the angry beauty of her face as you reach out and caress her plump mounds. They are soft and plentiful, cool to the touch, with nipples almost as thick as your own. You squeeze them and press your body against the beautiful queen. You are mindful of her stinger as you rub push your skirt up and rub your panty-covered mound against her thigh.

  “Ohhhhh,” you moan and grind against her leg.

  You reach a hand between her thighs. Her legs are quite toned and tan and as you pet her golden tuft and run your fingers over her slick folds, you also lean down and kiss her nearest breast. You moan against her soft mound and roll your tongue around her plump nipple. You suck it into your mouth as you push two fingers and then three inside the slick channel of her cunt. You withdraw your fingers after a few pumps and pull your hand to your lips. You lick her sweet, musky juice from your fingers. It’s so sweet and addicting that you know you need more.

  She is moving at thousandth of the speed she might normally, so slow that you can barely perceive any movement at a glance. You still find it difficult to position yourself in front of her with her fat insect abdomen curling beneath her thighs into a stinging position. You have to attack her slick cunt from the side, bending over her lag and lashing her hard clit with your tongue.

  You play your tongue around and over her opening before plunging inside to have a real taste. The sweetness of her tight cunt and even her monstrous nature make you want more. Something nastier. Something forbidden.

  Your desires turn to her yellow-and-black striped abdomen. It is huge, nearly as big as the rest of her body, and it has finally moved so far between her legs that she is straddling it like the flanks of a pony. At the tip, the black stinger comes to a menacing point. You run your fingers over it lightly, marveling at the smoothness of it. Your fingers reach the base of the stinger and move up the inverted underside of her insect abdomen. Only a hand’s width from the base of the stinger you feel something soft and wet.

  “What’s this, queen?” You giggle, rubbing the strip of pink flesh and feeling it begin to swell beneath your fingers. “Do you have something for me?”

  Her female scent seems to emanate strongly from this swelling patch of glistening pink flesh. You lean your face down and press your cheek against it as your fingers massage and gently tug at the growing protrusion of
flesh. You moan with lust, unable to resist tasting the glistening slime that coats it. It grows and swells under your touch, your tongue grazing it every so often as it extends into an elongated cone of flesh with a tubular nozzle.

  You stroke your hand up and down the nozzle as if it is a cock. Why couldn’t it be? You feel the sudden urge to climb atop the queen and push this slimy pink appendage into your dripping pussy. You are aching to be filled.

  You slip off your panties and drop them on the ground. Carefully avoiding the queen’s stinger, you climb atop her insect abdomen and straddle it face-to-face with her. Your grasp her shaft and guide the semi-rigid tip of the fleshy nozzle to your slick cunt and you settle down onto it. You groan as you fill yourself with her slippery appendage, riding down until you feel the tickle of the tiny hairs on her abdomen against your ass. Holding her shapely human hips for support, you begin to ride up and down on this cock-like protrusion.

  “Ohhhhhh, yessss,” you moan, watching the way her lovely breasts jiggle with the movements of your body. Her cock-thing seems to swell even more inside you, stretching and opening your little pussy as you chase your pleasure. You pull open the laces of your bodice and free your creamy breasts to shudder with your riding. You tug and pinch at your sensitive nipples, your mouth falling open with pleasure as you ride closer and closer to orgasmic bliss.

  You know this is perverse on several levels, but that only makes you enjoy it more. The queen is helpless to stop you and you are addicted to that strange smell that seems to be oozing out of your stuffed cunt.

  “Gods,” you gasp, smiling at her, “you are a good fuck, your majesty.”

  You arch your back and work your hips in ecstasy. The copious slime oozing from her cock-thing is making your ride wet and raunchy, slurping as you slide your pussy around her. Her nozzle twitches inside you and gushes out a plentiful quantity of slime. Is she cumming inside you? You don’t care! Your inner walls clutch around her and you let out a desperate cry as your orgasm takes hold.