Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  The primordial wug lowers its mouth and latches its lips to your breast. His huge maw easily devours it, and you croon, stroking his head as his long tongue lashes your nipples. You gasp, feeling his teeth nick your swollen flesh, then relax as you feel his venom begin to fill your veins.

  In time, the thunder of the drums fades. The village falls silent. The tribe sits before the fire, watching the shaman as he gazes into the crackling blaze.

  The pale wug stirs. Stands. Wordlessly the amphibious monsters do so too. Cruel mockeries of humans and toads, they follow the shaman out of the village and towards the mire of the primordial one.

  They stop at the top of the cliff, watching the dark bulk of the Deep One vanish into the bowels of the ship. Witch lights glow across its cratered flesh for a moment. A dull splash, and they know he is gone.

  But they wait a moment longer all the same. Wug. Human. Either is a fair meal should the Deep One catch them in its domain. The tribe stares down at the stirred mud of the rutting place, where a single pole lies untenanted. Only once they are sure the Deep One’s hunger has been appeased does the shaman descend the slope.

  Salara walks alongside her master, head bowed subserviently. Soon they reach the base of the hill and approach the muddy post.

  They halt when something stirs. They watch, tense, as you rise out of the muck. You stand before them, reborn, and the mud slowly sloughs off you.

  The pale wug approaches you. “Croaha,” he breathes.

  The word is picked up, whispering through the tribe. You cast your eyes over them slowly, then stop forward among them.

  “Croaha,” you say, your voice guttural and thick. “Croaha.”

  CONTINUE >

  Command Alyssa to scissor with you

  Alyssa’s luscious demoness body felt amazing massaging your weary flesh. How might it feel with the lavender-tufted flower of her delicate pussy pressed against your slick cunt? Those long, shapely legs could intertwine with your own legs and you could fuck each other. You could look into those hypnotic eyes.

  “Alyssa,” you say, trying to summon a commanding voice, “I need more of a massage.”

  “Yes, of course, mistress,” she says eagerly. “Shall I rub my oiled body against yours once more?”

  “No, I want your legs to grapple with mine and that lovely, demonic quim against my own pussy,” you say, sitting up on the bed and spreading your pale legs.

  “Oh, yes,” Alyssa cries with delight. “Of course, mistress! The lover’s knot!”

  What might have seemed a difficult arrangement is guided easily by Alyssa, who seems to know exactly what you desire. Her legs spread wide and lock with yours. She takes hold of one of your legs at the thigh and pulls you closer and closer until you are snug and your pussy presses against the steamy softness of her cunt. That first cunt-to-cunt contact sends a pulse of pleasure racing through your body. You sit up as best you can, looking into her eyes and at her almost gleeful smile.

  “Your innocent quim, mistress, is so soft and lovely against me,” she purrs and begins to move her hips.

  Your throbbing cuntlips slips and slide against Alyssa’s immaculate sex. Her juices seem to soak into your flesh, warming you further and urging you to move and undulate against her. Alyssa keeps her hand on your leg, just beneath your hip, pulling you tight so that your pussy never leaves the slick, velvet kiss of her cunt. The almost frictionless rubbing of your slick pussies is punctuated by each brush of her folds against your clit. That particular pleasure is almost excruciating in its intensity and drives your own thrusts more and more.

  “You’re so beautiful,” you gasp, watching her body move and her perfect, plump breasts bounce lightly with each thrust.

  “Oh, thank you, mistress,” she gasps, riding against your leg and grinding her slick cunt harder and harder against you. “Your flushed beauty is on display as well. So sweet and kind, I see your goodness… and it… ohhhhhh… it drives me wild, mistress.”

  “I’m not kind!” You growl, trying to retain your commanding position. You give her bottom a smack and she cries out with delight.

  “Oh, yes, spank my bottom! I’ve been so very naughty, mistress!”

  “Yes! Yes, that’s what you are,” you gasp, your orgasm rising with each thrust of her hips and each grind of her cunt. “Yes, you’re a naughty demoness!”

  You smack her round, luscious bottom with each pulse of pleasure that shoots through your body. As these pulses become more and more frequent and your pleasure rises in a single ecstatic rush, you grab Alyssa’s ass with one hand and squeeze it tightly. You look as fiercely as you can into those violet eyes and buck your hips, fucking against the hot groove of her pussy.

  “Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh yes! I’m cumming!” You throw back your head, your own breasts bouncing with each gyration of your hips and each thrust of Alyssa’s pussy against yours. You hold her ass tightly for better leverage and she moves with the same effortless ease. You cry out wordlessly as your orgasm ripples through your body. Each brush of her folds against your clit is another hammer-blow of pleasure in the midst of the roaring stream of your ecstasy.

  At last, the pleasure becomes unbearable, your clit far too sensitive, and you flip back onto the bed. Alyssa gives you a few gentle thrusts of her pussy before releasing your leg and allowing you to relax amid the silky, nectar-stained sheets. Your breasts quiver with the aftershocks of your pleasure. You let out soft, mewling cries as you try to regain your breath. Your whole body feels hot.

  “Are you satisfied, Penelope?” Alyssa asks, stroking your tummy.

  You lift your head slowly from the bed to gaze at the succubus in her demonic glory. She hardly seems to have broken a sweat.

  "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 >

  Tell Kara to relax while you go with Alyssa

  You are not mad and not a fool. You understand the risks posed by a succubus. You are confident in your abilities and judgment and, more importantly, burning with attraction for Alyssa. She is the most beautiful creature you have ever laid eyes on and you cannot pass up the chance to explore the forbidden pleasures offered by a succubus. You have read tales of the ecstasy of embracing a succubus. Your pussy stirs at the thought.

  "It will be alright, Kara," you say, patting your sister on the shoulder. "I know the danger a succubus poses. I will not lose control."

  "Penny, please, reconsider," says Kara. You brush past her, following behind the swaying hips and plump bottom of the gorgeous demoness. You can hardly wait to see her inhuman beauty once she assumes her full succubus form. Kara cries out, "Penny!"

  "Relax, sister," you say, barely glancing at her. "Have some fun and relax. I will return."

  Alyssa leads you through the archway and the silk curtains and into a much darker hallway cast in deep, red light. You hesitate. Alyssa stops, gives you a coy look over her shoulder, her eyes seeming to glow in this darker hall. She returns to you, grasps the collar of your leather coat and presses her corseted mounds against you. Her breath is warm and sweet against your lips. You shudder with desire, wanting nothing more than to kiss her, but you stop her with your hands and hold her short.

  "I know the dangers of your kiss," you murmur. "Before we go further, I would know the price you would ask me to pay. Show me your true self."

  "Is that what you desire?" Her smile is perfect, but in this gloomy hallway much more sinister. "Very well, you may see me as I am."

  The transformation is fluid and breathtaking. Her lingerie disappears like smoke from her shapely body. Her breasts grow larger, her areolas a darker shade of lavender and her nipples thick and lovely. Her hips grow wider, her ass more substantial, her waist still slender, until she is a goddess of perfect fertility. Thick horns curl from her forehead back over her silky hair. He
r nearly hairless quim darkens its unearthly lavender color like her areolas and a fat tail curves around her hip. It ends in a spade-shaped tip that teases her feet. Lastly, wings snap open behind her, spanning the hallway completely in bat-winged glory before slowly folding against her back once more.

  "Gorgeous," you whisper, smitten by her demonic glory. Her eyes flash with power.

  "All I ask, Penelope, is a kiss to taste your essence," she says. "Come with me to my bedroom and you will have all the pleasure you desire at the price of that that one kiss, just a morsel to nourish my power."

  "You will not hurt me?" You ask, your pussy throbbing and your body hot with desire.

  "Hurt? Oh, my, no!" She laughs as if the idea is ridiculous. "There is only pleasure in this place. You will feel ecstasy at my kiss."

  She takes your hands and leads you into a sumptuous, crimson-draped bedroom with golden lanterns and a massive bed piled with cushions. The door clicks shut behind you. Tapestries on the wall depict unearthly scenes of erotic pleasure, many incorporating demons into the sexual acts. You know these images should serve as warnings, but the lurid imagery only stokes your lust. Alyssa's scent is thick in the air, as if your face is pressed between her thighs already and you are breathing her spice-tinged musk. It nearly makes you cry out with your desire.

  Alyssa's fingers touch your chin. "Just a taste now, so you will know I mean you no harm, huntress. The rest to be paid in full once your desires are satisfied."

  "What?" You whisper, unable to look away from the pulsing light in her violet eyes.

  Her lips press to yours and you yield instantly, opening your mouth to her as her tongue slips past your lips. Her kiss is sweet and intense and everything you had hoped. You sink into a deep embrace as she curls her hands around the back of your head and presses her naked body against you. You shudder at the warmth of her body, which seems to reach through your clothing.

  There can be no doubt when Alyssa begins to feed from you. Pleasure rises like a gushing spring, spurting through your body, causing you to arch against her and cry out into the soft, unearthly suction of her lips. Violet light crackles between your mouth and hers as she drinks a single swallow of your essence. She releases her grip on your head and breaks the kiss as you are twitching with orgasmic bliss. She grins with delight and gasps, "You are more delicious than I had even hoped. I have never tasted essence so sweet!"

  You moan and shudder with aftershocks of pleasure. She looks as if she might kiss you again and take more and you know you would be powerless to stop her if she did it quickly. Instead, she steps back, towards the bed and beckons you closer.

  "You know the price, huntress. That was only a taste. I will take ten times that from you once you have been satisfied." You follow her to the bed as she talks and she begins to undress you, shedding your pack, your weapons, and your heavy jacket. Her fingers continue with your bodice as she explains, "Now, I am yours to enjoy, huntress. Express your innermost desires. I will not judge you and will not betray these secret pleasures to your sister."

  Her fingers never fumble as she frees you from your bodice and skirt. She murmurs and seems pleased with your pale, naked body as she removes your bra and slides your panties down your ample hips. Even the light brush of her fingers and the tantalizing warmth of her breath against you is enough to nearly make you cum.

  Alyssa is everything you could ever desire in a woman and your body is aching for it. She stands up again, her demonic countenance only heightening her beauty. Her eyes meet yours, she lightly touches your hand and she asks, "What is it you desire, huntress? Would you dominate me and take your pleasure or will you submit to pleasuring me and obeying my every command?"

  What do you desire?

  Submit to pleasuring Alyssa

  Dominate Alyssa for your own pleasure

  Tell me how the doppelganger captured you

  "You haven't told me how you ended up in that mirror," you point out. "It's alright if you don't want to talk about it, but--"

  "No," says Kara, staring at you through the flames. "I will talk about it. I need to tell someone about it."

  You lean back with your hands on the ground behind you. Kara takes another swig of water, almost like she's swigging something a bit stronger to steady herself.

  "Once I made it out of that damned maze in the garden, past that bee creatures, I was exhausted. I thought - I hoped - that I would be able to clear out anything in the mansion fairly quickly and use it as a safe place to recover."

  "I had hoped the same," you say.

  Kara continues without acknowledging you.

  "There was... a girl. She was young and beautiful and seemingly helpless. She was confused and she knew just how to manipulate me. Seera. She said her name was Seera. And..."

  Tears well in Kara's eyes. The sight of her on the verge of crying is more disturbing to you than seeing her trapped in that mirror. You quickly say, "You don't have to tell me."

  "No, no, it's alright," she says, shaking away the emotion. "I have to learn from this. We both do. I let my guard down in the mansion. I kissed her. I made love to her. She became more aggressive with me and I should have known Seera wasn't real, but I liked it. She told me she wanted to show me something. We wrapped ourselves in blankets and went down the stairs and there was a dark room full of mirrors."

  Her chin quivers as if she might sob. You want to walk around the flames of the campfire and embrace your sister, but you stay where you are. You know you have to give her the space to tell the story.

  "They glittered by the light of a single candle. We walked among them and I saw things, dead figures slumped within them. I was afraid, but Seera took my hand and pulled me with her. She brought me to a mirror and when I looked over at her, she was gone. All of it was gone. And then the darkness came for me." She gasps, barely fighting back the tears. "I was there for days. Weeks maybe. Nothing to drink or eat. No sleep. The darkness used me constantly and drained me of my memories until I barely knew my own name."

  When she looks up at you, her eyes burn once more with passion.

  "I remembered you, Penny. I knew you would come. That was what kept me alive."

  "I'm here now," you say. "We will get through this if we stick together."

  "Together," she agrees and taking a long, shuddering breath. "Was there something else you wanted to know?"

  What do you want to know?

  Tell me how you made your way across the island

  Tell me what you know about mother's fate

  Tell me what you know about the great one

  Enough questions, we had better continue our journey

  Magic

  You’re not sure you can bring yourself to kill someone who looks and acts like your sister. She seems pretty unhappy about the idea of you destroying more of her mirrors and she seemed almost incapacitated by you break one. Maybe there is another way to defeat this evil imposter and free your sister.

  “I’m not going to fight you,” you say, sheathing your sword.

  “A good choice,” says the false Kara. “Come with me and I fill find a lovely place for you, Penelope. You can be a part of me forever.”

  “My own mirror?” You ask, feigning childlike naiveté.

  “Yes, of course. A lovely mirror for you full of so much pleasure. Come along.” She offers you her hand.

  You smile sweetly even as you bring your hand up with your fingers splayed in casting posture. You subvocalize the first half of the fragmentation charm’s power words. A glowing mass of marble-sized spheres forms in the palm of your hand.

  “What are you doing?” The false-Kara gasps. “You stupid girl, don’t you—“

  You speak the remaining power words and the many glowing spheres explode from your hand, flying out in every direction. Mirrors shatter all around you and explode with such violence it is as if they contain bombs. Rather than a shower of glass, each mirror disintegrates with a bright flash, dropping a withered corpse upon the floor and lea
ving no trace of the mirror itself.

  The doppelganger begins to scream as Kara’s features deform, eyes bulging, mouth opening much too wide and teeth dropping out of alignment. Her neck bends at a horrifying angle, one breast bulges and splits through her leather bodice, the other wither into a divot in her arm. Miniature arms begin to fan out from her limbs, legs flopping from her hips, drool spilling from mouths that bulge along one thigh. A bouquet of half-formed genitalia bursts for from her trousers, flopping and dripping grotesquely.

  The doppelganger flops to the ground, seemingly losing her bones as her body multiplies into a screaming pile of many writhing humans. Faces and voices blend into one another like the bubbles rising atop a boiling soup made from human flesh. You turn away from this nightmarish sight.

  Among the shriveled corpses of the people the doppelganger had imprisoned in the mirrors, you see a shock of white hair and pale skin.

  “Kara!” You cry and run to her side. She moans and your heart soars as you realize she is still alive. Not just alive, but fully dressed and with all of her equipment. “Kara, it’s me! It’s Penny!”

  Her eyes open, the golden luster seeming dimmed as she looks up at you. Her parched lips tremble as if she is unable to form words. You take a flash of water from your backpack and hold it to her lips. She drinks greedily and croaks, “Knew… you would come…. Penny.”

  “She didn’t fool me,” you say, stroking a lock of white hair from her face.

  “Have to keep going,” she says, pulling herself to her feet.

  “No, you can rest here,” you say. “Regain your strength.”

  You pull her into your arms and crush her against your soft breasts. Her body may be weakened, but her will is undimmed. You know she will insist on accompanying you.

  “Outside,” she moans. “I will rest a bit… outside of this cursed house.”