Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Promise me,” you begin, your voice growing scratchy with desire. You clear your throat and start again, still staring at the bee girl’s glistening ovipositor. “Promise me you will send me into the manor. I have to find my family. I must continue my quest.”

  “One clutch only,” says the queen. “I promise. I will send you away even if you want to stay.”

  “Very well,” you say, your voice barely a whisper as your heart pounds in your chest. “I agree. I will carry your eggs.”

  She buzzes closer and embraces you tenderly, pulling you against her soft bosom and kissing you on the lips. Her tongue probes at your lips and you moan as you yield to her, opening your mouth to her cool tongue and a surprisingly sweet taste. Honey, you realize, seems to flavor her tongue. Her touch excites you and you moan louder and begin to kiss her more forcefully. You rest your hands on her human lips, letting the kiss linger and even pursuing it as she begins to pull back.

  “The warmth of you humans is astonishing,” she murmurs. “As if you are on fire. Very exciting for me.”

  “I’m… I’m glad I excite you,” you whisper. “You excite me too.”

  She buzzes out of your reach and gives you that seemingly imperious look with your face reflecting in her compound eyes.

  “Undress now, human,” she says. “Show me your naked body.”

  She stares at you, slowly bobbing up and down a few inches off the ground and filling the air with that strong musk that waft from her body. The more you breathe it, the more aroused you become. It does not seem to control you or hypnotize you, not exactly, but it is an addicting scent. Your body becomes flushed, your plump breasts heaving as you free them from your bodice and your pussy aching to be touched.

  As you begin to remove your skirt, the queen be darts closer and her cool, nimble fingers cradle your plump breasts. She plucks at your nipples and buzzes, “This is where you humans give milk, yes? I am sure you would give very much. Would you like me to suck them?”

  “A-alright,” you whisper, stepping out of your panties.

  She lifts you into her arms and presses her face to your soft mounds. Her hands gather your breasts and squeeze them against her as her long, slender tongue slips and slides over your body. You cry out softly and cling to her head as she begins to suck at one of your nipples.

  “Ohhhhhh,” you cry as she pops her lips free of one nipple and moves to the other.

  You look down at her, stroking her silky hair, watching her face press to your creamy mound. Your pussy aches to be touched. You marvel at this creature’s strange beauty and feel overwhelmed by that musky scent. You are not sure you could refuse her attentions now if she told you she was going to truly impregnate you and make you stay forever. You are at her mercy and it is exciting.

  Zizza pops her lips free of your breast once again and lifts her face to yours, sharing in long, steamy kiss as sweet as the first. “Are you ready to receive my eggs, Penelope?”

  “Yessss,” you moan. “What do I do?”

  “I want you to touch it first,” she buzzes. “Feel my ovipositor.”

  She takes your hand and pulls it down to her insect abdomen. You feel the tiny soft fur on the hard shell, the flexing segments, and there, just below her stinger on the underside of her insect body, something soft and moist. It sticks out beneath your fingers and she moans softly as you touch it. You lean your head down a bit to look and see the pink flesh beginning to rise in a funnel-shaped swelling of flesh. A semi-rigid tube sits atop a wider cone. The tip of the tube is rounded and gapes slightly, oozing a strongly musky slime that coats your fingers.

  Instinctively, you gently grip this tube as if it were a man’s cock. The queen buzzes excitedly. You watch her expression of pleasure as you carefully stroke your hand along its length and press your fingers lightly against the conical base. It swells even larger and the queen moans loudly, “Oh, human, you do not know how good this feels.”

  Knowing that you are pleasuring the queen fills you with waves of excitement. Serving the queen, making her moan and squirm with ecstasy, is a far greater pleasure than being touched yourself. You pump your fist steadily on the cock-like tube as slime flows steadily out and drips to the ground beneath her lightly bobbing abdomen.

  A naughty thought suddenly enters your mind and you ask Zizza, your voice hoarse with lust, “Would you like me to suck it?”

  “Into your mouth? That is not for breeding,” she says, seemingly shocked by the suggestion.

  “No,” you agree, your fingers slurping and sliding over her slimy ovipositor. “But sometimes human men put their cocks into the mouths of other humans and it feels very nice, um, I believe.”

  “In their mouths?” She seems shocked and maybe even a little disgusted by the idea. “Their mouth for food? But I cannot put my eggs into your stomach. They will die!”

  Now you feel challenged by her apprehension. You want to prove that you are not trying to trick her into letting you eat her clutch of eggs.

  “Just a bit,” you say. “I will stop before the eggs come out, alright. Just a bit. Trust me, my queen, I would not want to hurt your eggs. I only want to pleasure you.”

  She buzzes with something that might be irritation, but she nods her heads slightly and buzzes higher, presenting her ovipositor to your face. You stroke the fuzzy underside of her insect abdomen. You caress her human inner thighs down to her calves as you lean your face towards the protruding tube. It looks rather disgusting if you study it too closely, but that strange musk seems particularly strong from her ovipositor. You gaze up at her as you run your tongue around the tip of this strange organ.

  “NNNnnnaaaaahhh!” She throws back her head and buzzes excitedly. “Ohhhh, your tongue, Penelope!”

  You grasp the cock-like tube of her ovipositor, stroking it between your fingers.

  “Wait until I put it in my mouth,” you chuckle, tonguing it several more times and watching her reaction. The slime oozing over your tongue has a funky flavor, almost equally unpleasant to her strangely addicting scent. You part your lips around the swollen nozzle of her ovipositor and take her slimy flesh into your mouth.

  “AHHHHH!” She cries as your warm mouth engulfs her. Her wings buzz wildly with pleasure. She bucks her hips and her insect abdomen, fucking deeper into your mouth and almost into your throat. You steady her with your hands on her fuzzy insect body, bobbing your lips on her and sucking lightly. Slime gushes into your mouth. You swallow some, but most of it flows out of the corners of your mouth and drools from your chin in long, mucus-like strands. Zizza buzzes loudly, “Oh, yes. Suckle at me! Oh… I cannot control myself! It’s so good! Sooooo BZZZZ!”

  She throws back her head, thrusting wildly as the slime gushes so heavily that it pushes into your sinuses and spurts out of your nostrils. Your eyes go wide as you feel something bulge her ovipositor and push past your lips. You cry out around her, trying to pull back, but unable to do so as a semi-soft egg about the size of a large marble pushes into your mouth. It is followed by more gushes of slime and another egg. And another. Your mouth is soon stuffed with five of her eggs and you are fighting not to swallow or spit them out.

  Finally, the queen seems to realize what is happening.

  “Noooo,” she cries. “Quickly. On your back!”

  You pull off of her and fall to your back on the ground, spreading your thighs wide. You spit the eggs into your hands.

  “What do I do?!” You cry, almost panicked.

  “Hold them, for now,” she moans. “I am still… ahhhhh!”

  Slime spurts all over your abdomen and thighs and two eggs slowly slip out of her spasming ovipositor to plop onto your tummy. You gather them quickly. The queen pushes down heavily onto you and thrusts her ovipositor into your slippery cunt. You wail in shock and pleasure as she drives it all the way to your cervix and beyond.

  You are wracked with orgasmic ecstasy as the ovipositor begins to pump Zizza’s slime and her plentiful eggs straight into your womb. She gr
oans with relief, like a man finally letting his water go after holding it, and she empties her clutch of eggs into your warm human body. You writhe in pleasure, cradling her slime-covered eggs against your breasts.

  “Nearly a disaster,” the queen buzzes, but she smiles at you. “But all is well now. All is… ooohhh… even better than well.”

  The spasms of her slimy ovipositor recede, along with your sympathetic pleasure, and she gently withdraws her egg-laying appendage from your slime-flooded cunt. The musky mucus pours out of your crammed cunt, forming a spreading puddle beneath you.

  “Give me the eggs,” she says and you pass them gingerly into her hands. “I will deposit them manually. It may hurt a bit. Are you ready?”

  “Yes, I do not want to hurt them,” you say.

  “Good girl, Penelope,” she buzzes. Her long fingers push the eggs into your cunt and all the way to your womb, forcing them inside your slimy chamber one-by-one. It does hurt a bit each time she thrusts the egg into your depths, but you moan more with satisfaction, caressing your bulging tummy and feeling the soft eggs shift slightly. She leans over you when she is done and gives you a long, slow kiss. You are surprised when she begins to push honey into your mouth. It floods down your throat, washing away the taste of her ovipositor’s slime in a sweet tide. You gulp until she is finished.

  “Something to tide you over,” she says. “Relax. The eggs will not take long to hatch. I will bathe you.”

  Zizza tends to you like a doting mother, washing you from a sun-warmed basin of water and using a soft cloth to mop off every trace of her slime. When you are clean, she cradles you against her breasts and gently massages your bulging tummy.

  Before long, you feel the eggs begin to squirm inside you. The sensation is pleasurable and Zizza coos and buzzes with excitement. She surprises you by stroking your breasts and playing with your plump nipples. Her musk grows stronger and you realize it is coming from your body as the eggs seem to break open and their fluid spills out of your cunt. The larvae begin to emerge and you push them out with contractions indistinguishable from an orgasm. The first little white larva pushes out of your cunt and you gasp as it plops to the ground. Zizza scoops it up and takes to the air. You watch as she deposits it safely into one of the cells of her hive, whispering sweetly to it and spitting a mouthful of honey into the cell. Her ovipositor secretes a thick white liquid that she spreads over the opening to the cell, sealing the tiny larva inside.

  You birth out so many larvae you lose track. It is exhausting, but pleasurable, and you feel proud each time Zizza scoops up one of the larvae that you have nurtured in your womb. It takes perhaps an hour for the birthing process to be completed. She strokes you and cleans between your legs.

  “It is time for you to go now, Penelope,” she says, helping you to your feet. You are tired, but strengthened by the honey she fed you earlier. She feeds you a little more in a kiss. “Let us get your clothes back on your lovely body.”

  “I want to stay,” you moan, trying to pull her into an embrace.

  “No,” she says firmly. “As your queen, I command you to continue your journey.”

  “But what about our babies?”

  “They will become drones,” she says. “They will help me tend to the garden and protect the plants that grow here.”

  “Will I never see you again?”

  Her smile falters. “Perhaps not. It is a dangerous world, Penelope, but all the more reason you must find your mother and sister. They need you. I am safe.”

  Once you are dressed, Zizza lifts you into her arms and takes flight. For a moment, you see the wild expanse of the garden all the way to the wall where it ends abruptly. You glimpse strange and terrible plant monsters, wishing you could go higher and observe for your family’s codex. Zizza carries you back down to the ground in a clearing in front of a huge door. She sets you down.

  “Please,” you moan. “I want to stay with you.”

  “No,” she snaps sternly. “I command you to continue your journey. Forget about me, Penelope! Continue and be on your way.”

  You turn your back on her and start towards the door.

  You feel a wind as if something is behind you and hear a faint buzzing receding in the distance. You look back over your shoulder. Nothing is there, but a strange, unexplained yearning. You feel as if something precious has been taken from you, but you know your purpose.

  You face the ivy-covered walls of the manor house. The door is set in the midst of the leaves, an ominous portal of black wood with a worn brass knocker. Despite its intimidating appearance the door opens easily and you enter a small foyer lit by softly glowing candles ensconced on the walls.

  With a resounding boom, the door slams shut behind you.

  CONTINUE >

  Worker drone ending

  You can hear Queen Zizza climbing on the hive. Her human feet make a heavier sound when they touch the hive than the smaller drones. Your heart races as her shadow falls across the paper-like material sealing you into your cell. You gasp as she rips it open and her strong, tanned arms reach in to lift you out.

  The sun is shining brightly and you squint against the bright light. The queen’s gloriously soft breasts cradle your head as she lifts you among the swarming drones. There are dozens of them now, all thanks to you and the queen. They resemble her, but they are smaller and more fragile seeming. Their wings buzz and their human limbs carry pails of honey, iron sheers, and rakes. They work tirelessly to tend to their queen, the larvae in the hive, and the garden.

  You smile at them and wave to a few that buzz past. They have blank expressions and hardly seem to notice you waving.

  “They are not as clever as you,” buzzes Zizza. “They are made only for work.”

  “They are beautiful though,” you say, refusing to feel anything but love for the many drones.

  “Yes, they are,” says Zizza, petting your head with one hand as she cradles you and carries you down to the ground.

  “Are you going to give me more eggs, your majesty?” You ask, standing on your feet for the first time in a day.

  “Not yet,” she says, buzzing with excitement. “I have something new for you to do today. Our lovely garden is going so well, but it has become a little crowded. I want to expand. I want you to demolish a portion of the wall and show the drones how it’s done.”

  “I’ve never done that sort of thing before,” you say. Your hear skips a beat as you realize it almost sounds like you are refusing a command from the queen. “Of course, I would be happy to try, your highness. I am just letting you know I do not have experience doing demolition.”

  “That’s okay,” she laughs. “You are a strong, clever human and if there is one thing I know about humans it is that they enjoy destroying things. Choose some tools and I will carry you to the spot.”

  She indicates a pile of mostly rusty tools that Zizza and her drones have collected from the surrounding area. Many of them are very simple, some even use stone in place of iron, but you do find a huge iron hammer like a blacksmith might use. You reason that if it could pound a sword into shape it might just be able to smash through a brick wall. You heft the heavy hammer and return to the queen.

  “I am ready, my queen,” you say, brandishing the hammer to show it off.

  “Very good!” She scoops you into her powerful arms – seemingly more powerful by the day – and she carries you into the sky. You are followed by many of the drones. Some are the warrior drones that protect the queen, but most of them are workers.

  She flies you to a location on the edge of the garden where the wall has been recently damaged by a fallen tree. The stone edifice seems so much more imposing up close. It is at least nine feet tall and made of stonework as heavy and solid as any castle wall.

  The drones land and watch you with their insect eyes as you brandish your hammer, walk over to the wall, and give it a solid swing. The first few swings seem to do nothing more than raise masonry dust. However, the fourth swing produce
s a crack between stones, and every swing after that loosens the stones more and more until they begin to crumble out. Part of the wall collapses and you dance quickly out of the way.

  “You have seen the way,” buzzes the queen. “Destroy the wall!”

  The drones scoop up their mallets and hammers and go to work on the wall. They are not as strong as you and their tools are not as good as your heavy hammer, but their numbers begin to tell quickly. The wall is soon crumbling under their assault.

  You are sweaty and covered in brick dust, but your beloved queen does not seem to care. She lifts you into her arms and kisses you passionately. Her tongue swirls in your mouth as she feeds you a portion of her sweet honey. Her hands caress your dusty body.

  “Together, you and I, Penelope,” she buzzes. “We will rebuild the garden and spread it across this island. We will fill the skies with our daughters.”

  “Oh, yes,” you moan in awe of her leadership. She pinches at your nipples and you feel her ovipositor pushing between your legs. “Are you ready to continue the work?”

  “Yes, my queen,” you cry, wrapping your arms around her slender neck. You kiss her sweetly as you straddle her insect abdomen. Soon, the cool nozzle of her ovipositor is pushing inside you and you are beginning to work your hips. You cry out in ecstasy as your lovely queen begins to spurt her eggs into your womb.

  This is everything you could have dreamed. You no longer care about your mother or sister; your true family is here, buzzing around you, and your true purpose are the eggs being spurted into your depths. You will raise thousands of drones if that is what it takes.

  The queen’s plans for taking over the island have only just begun, but your adventure is at an end.

  BAD END

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  Parley

  You have the blessing of the Great One. You can use your newfound authority and confidence to command this simple beast. You hold up your arms and shout, in your most commanding voice, “Behold, beast! I bring the word of the Great One!”