Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Of course, my dearest.” Your mother caresses your cheek and her touch is warm and lifelike. “You have already taken your first steps in service to the great one.”

  “The great one?” You tremble and feel forbidden arousal at your mother’s touch.

  “I cannot speak his name until he is reborn upon this earth.” The violet veins pulse in your mother’s golden eyes. “You are on the path to understanding his power and standing beside me, my sweet Penelope, but you must do more. You must prove your faith and he will give you the strength to reach us in the dead city.”

  Her head turns and you follow your mother’s gaze to the black velvet door of your childhood home. It swings slowly open and reveals the massive, shaggy form of the beast. He is like an enormous, four-eyed wolf with clawed hands that suggest a human. Your heart beats so fearfully it feels as if it might burst in your chest. The beast lopes slowly into the cottage.

  “You must offer yourself to the beast and the beast will give you the strength you have always lacked.”

  The huge creature seems to fill the cabin. Its savagery has been tamed, but it is no less intimidating than when it was chasing you. It stands nearly as high as your breasts, four eyes unblinking and huge, and its elongated jaw large enough to crush your skull. A long, pink tongue hangs from between its jaws. More ominously a glistening pink and red cock has emerged from the creature’s sheath. It gazes at you with those four eyes and you can almost hear its voice within your head.

  “He knows you, Penelope,” whispers your mother, pressing against you. “He has been following your scent since you left your boat behind. He wanted to kill your friend, the captain, but I told him to let the man live. Someday soon, the great one will need ships to carry our armies across the sea to Heimsvak.”

  You are barely aware of what your mother is saying. You are staring into those intelligent yellow eyes and feeling your body react to the creature’s obvious lust. Your clit throbs and your cunt aches with yearning.

  “It is only an animal,” you say, staring at the beast. “I cannot… offer myself to it.”

  “Isn’t he beautiful? He was once a man. Just a thief who opened the great one’s buried temple. For this discovery, the beast was rewarded with immortality and this blessed form. He was the first prophet of the great one. He converted me.”

  “How?” You gasp, your heart seeming to thud harder in your chest each time the beast’s huge cock twitches beneath its furry belly.

  “Why, I offered myself to him, of course,” she chuckles. “It was wonderful. And ever since, the beast and I have been connected. Offer yourself to him, Penelope, and you will have the strength you need to survive.”

  “If I refuse?” You ask only to be certain, for your body longs to be fucked by the four-eyed beast.

  The dream-vision of your mother reclines on her chair, parting her plump thighs and running her fingers over her panty-covered mound. Her areolas and erect nipples peak out from the cups of her golden bustier.

  “If you refuse? My dear, you left those men and women behind in the protean’s lair for a taste of power. You walk my path. Unlike your miserable sister, you have a chance of pleasing the great one. But you have come too far to turn back, Penelope. If you refuse the beast, then I am afraid the beast will have his revenge for being spurned.”

  The beast’s lips curl back in a wolfen snarl. He lunges closer and snaps his jaws, flinging his saliva against your face. You tell yourself that this is only a dream and you cannot be hurt.

  Unfortunately, you cannot convince yourself that is true. Your mother sits up, pressing her creamy cleavage against your back and her lips to your ear.

  “Give yourself to him, Penelope. Receive his holy gift.”

  A tremor of desire raises gooseflesh on your arms and shoulders. Your hips twitch involuntarily and a soft moan escapes your parted lips.

  What do you do?

  Refuse to offer yourself to the beast

  Offer your pussy to the beast

  Offer your ass to the beast

  Offer your mouth to the beast

  At work with Kara in the Palace of Crimson Silk

  The brothel’s steamy bathing chamber echoes with the gurgle of the hot spring. You have not had a customer in the Palace of Crimson Silk for several days, so when you are not sleeping or pleasuring your mistress, you and Kara are attending to the other whores.

  You run your hands up the pale legs of Marlinna to her plump thighs and her ample buttocks. You spread the massage oil over her cheeks, making them glisten as you squeeze and need her soft flesh. Beside you, Kara stands over the prostrate form of Rebecca. The other whore is slender and blonde, with a tight body and flesh that seems almost golden compared to dark-haired Marlinna’s abundant creaminess.

  You give Marlinna’s luscious ass a last squeeze and move to her lower back and up to her shoulders. Her large breasts are visible beneath her arms, pressed beneath her body on the stone bathing slab.

  “Oh, Penelope, you are quite good at knowing where I’m sore,” says Marlinna as you knead and caress her back at the level of her elbows.

  “I have large breasts too,” you admit, letting your nipples drag against her to remind her. “I know what gets sore from carrying them around.”

  She laughs softly. You let the full weight of your breasts press against her shoulders as you whisper in her ear, “Would you like me to pleasure you with my tongue. I would be happy to make you cum, Marlinna.”

  “That would be very nice,” says the shapely whore. “From behind?”

  “If that is how you prefer,” you say, stepping back to give her room to reposition herself. Rebecca and Kara watch as Marlinna gets onto her knees and lifts her large ass up, offering her dark-thatched cunt and the fat, pink knot of her asshole to you to service.

  “What a blessed sight,” murmurs Rebecca with a dreamy smile on her face.

  “Yes, sister, you have an enviable task before you,” says Kara with a similar smile on her face.

  You have to agree, Marlinna’s glistening cunt and her plump ass are a feast you long to devour. You stroke her oiled buttocks and trail your fingers down her thighs. She coos with lust and pushes her thick bottom towards you. With a hand on each cheek, you spread her wide, intent on running your tongue down her deep crevasse.

  Before you have the chance to taste the whore’s ample ass, you are interrupted by the familiar chiming of the visitor bell. All four of you laugh with delight, as nothing is more exciting and important than serving a customer. You clean the oil from your hands and dress quickly in your lavender and pink bustier with sheer skirt and thong panties. Your sister goes braless in a sheer black dress that shows off her cheeky black panties.

  You and Kara join Rebecca, Marlinna, and all the other girls in the perfumed crowd of petticoats and lace and powdered cleavage lining up for the parlor. Alyssa is already waiting, which is unusual, as you and the other girls assume enticing poses and form a row in front of the curtained archway.

  After only a moment's wait, a very dashing man in a dark cloak enters the parlor from the outside. He has a strapping physique and wears his mustache and beard in a precise style that suits his handsome features. He lowers the hood of his cloak and reveals wavy locks of golden-blond hair that fall down past his shoulders. He surveys you and the other girls with his steely blue eyes and you practically quiver with anticipation.

  Alyssa curtsies to the man, which is unusual deference for your mistress.

  "Good to see you again, Alyssa," says the man in a deep voice that stirs your desire. He embraces your mistress and kisses her on both cheeks. He whispers something to her and gives her lovely bottom a squeeze. You find yourself feeling jealous of her and wishing he would touch you in this way. The handsome visitor steps past your mistress and approaches you and the other girls in the lineup. "I am Torrenus, servant and champion of His Most Viscous Magnificence, Lord of All Slimes, and Ruler of the 11th Plane of the Abyss, Jubulux."

  The n
ame awakens a faint memory of your time before joining the Palace of Crimson Silk. You do not know how many months or years you and your sister have been servicing the human, monster, and demonic customers that visit the brothel, but it is long enough that you have nearly forgotten your former life. However, Jubulux is a name you recall from the Great Library of Akrane. There was an entire catalog of various slimes, oozes, puddings, jellies, and creeps that were said to all be born from the demonic evil of Jubulux.

  "My master desires a visit with a skilled purveyor of pleasure," explains Torrenus, walking slowly along the line. You straighten up and smile at him as he stops in front of you. "Perhaps something unusual. Your golden eyes... you are a huntress?"

  "Yes, I am," you admit. "And my sister as well."

  Kara steps forward and smiles sweetly. "We would both be honored to serve Jubulux."

  "Would you now?" Torrenus seems amused by this. "You are both so lovely and unique. I will have to settle things with your mistress to take you both."

  "Take us?" You ask, looking at your sister and at Alyssa in confusion.

  "Oh, yes, Jubulux does not leave his palace. You will attend to his needs on the 11th in the great city of Ooregoo. This is not an inconvenience, is it?"

  "N-no," you say.

  "We will go wherever we are needed," interjects Kara, giving your arm a squeeze.

  "Then I will make the arrangements," says Torrenus with a dramatic bow. He turns to Alyssa and they quietly discuss terms for your visit to Jubulux's palace. They settle things out of earshot and Alyssa beckons you foreword.

  "Some traveling gifts for my two darlings," she says, giving you each a fur-lined cloak and kissing you on the cheek. "Do not fail me, girls. It is very important that you satisfying His Magnificence's every desire."

  "Yes, mistress," you and Kara say in unison.

  Beyond the doorway of the Palace of Crimson Silk is not the forest of Ctharne you left so long ago, but a desolate, rocky plateau beneath storm-churned skies of violet and red. You ride with Torrenus in a strange carriage that seems to be made from glass and is drawn by a quartet of spectral green horses. The ride is long and disturbing. You remain silent, for fear of displeasing Torrenus, and watch the bizarre scenery pass by through the glass walls of the carriage.

  You pass through a tunnel of luminous slime and into a kingdom where every house and trees, every hill and river, is slime or is covered in slime. The variation in hues adds to the grotesqueness of the scene. There are swirls of mustard yellow pudding, bubbling houses covered in violet jelly, and entire rolling meadows where the red slime forms millions of fronds that seem to pulse and squirm with evil life.

  There is no mistaking the palace of Jubulux. The castle glistens perversely as it stands over the landscape of unspeakable foulness. You and Kara are completely silent as you pass through the slime-guarded gates and into the courtyard. The gelatinous ground supports Torrenus as he leaps down from the carriage and offers you a gloved hand.

  "Do not be afraid. This place serves the will of Jubulux and will not harm his honored guests."

  You step down gingerly onto the slippery cobblestones. Kara joins you as you walk across the strange, spongy courtyard to the gelatinous steps. The stench of slime is all around you, but it is nothing compared to the odor of musty decay that assaults you as you enter the throne room of Jubulux.

  "He's huge," murmurs Kara, grasping your hand and squeezing it tightly.

  Jubulux is not so much a creature as a mountain of living slime. His black ooze forms a peak that reaches to the cavernous ceiling of his castle. Smaller cliffs jiggle, take shape, and collapse back into his quivering bulk. His wider base swirls and churns in a caldera like pit and strange ooze-borne creatures slither out from his titanic body to squirm across the floor. Many are seized by pseudopods of black ooze that lash out and draw them back into his body, but others escape and go slithering out of the throne room.

  What separates Jubulux from his many mindless minions is the intelligence you feel pulsing within him. Suddenly, a dozen red eyes of various sizes open up and begin to glow. They are all gazing at you and your sister. A mouth takes shape, large enough to swallow you both up and a tongue as large as an ox rolls across his gooey lips. The demon lord speaks.

  "Welcome to my domain," he says in a deliberate, booming voice.

  You and Kara kneel before his demonic majesty. Your sister's hand squeezes yours so tightly it hurts, but you are glad to have the pain to draw some of your attention away from the vast evil that looms above you. Torrenus steps between you and Kara and touches you each on the head with his fingertips. It is a slight reassurance.

  "Your Magnificence," says Torrenus, "I have brought two very special visitors from the Palace of Crimson Silk. They are here to please you and serve your desires."

  "Human?" The single word booms through the throne room and you stifle a cry of fear.

  "Of a sort, master. These two are huntresses, part of a divine bloodline of royalty that once ruled human lands. They have been taken by Alyssa and made into her thralls."

  "Ah!" The sound bubbles up from within Jubulux. "The succubus. She must hold more power than most of her kind. Very well. The Swirling Plains shall be hers. She can contest them with Urgoolen."

  "Very good, your Magnificence." Torrenus bowed his head and backed away. He hissed, "Now you pleasure him."

  You gaze up at the churning mountain of Jubulux and do not even know where to begin. Thankfully, Jubulux understands your physical limitations and a humanoid creature begins to take shape in his midst. The creature, made of black slime, is roughly the size and shape of a bear, but with none of the distinct features. His body jiggles and he has three mismatched red eyes glowing in his flattened face. A glistening black cock rises between his stubby legs, shedding droplets of black goo that roll down his bulk to the floor.

  It is beautiful. It is exactly what you were remade to serve. You and Kara rise without hesitation and press your tender human bodies against his steaming black slime. When you press, you sink partially into him and feel the heat of his inner ooze. A part of you knows he could pull you into his body and dissolve you down to bones in a few seconds, but this only heightens your desire to pleasure your unusual lover.

  He runs half-formed hands over your body and your lingerie dissolves with a hiss. You feel a tingling where his hand touches your skin and it produces a slight redness on your creamy thigh, but nothing worse. His slimy hands squeeze and spread out over your breasts. The heat of his body is incredible and sweat so drenches you and Kara as you caress him and are fondle by his gooey hands.

  "Your cock is so big, master," you purr, running your hand up and down his shaft. Kara's hand joins yours and you press your tits on either side of his huge, black, oozing cock. It squeezes and elongates in between your breasts. Black precum drips from the tip and hisses onto the floor.

  "Too big for such pretty humans," thunders the mountain of Jubulux above you. "I will give you each what you desire."

  The cock, as long and thick as your leg, shortens by half and splits into two slime-dripping cocks no thicker than your wrist. You attack one with relish, wanking your tits against it, licking at his acrid slime, and taking the foul-tasting head into your mouth. He rumbles with pleasure as you and Kara both use all the skills you have learned in the brothel to use pleasuring Jubulux's tandem cocks.

  Your lover's skills are not without their merits either. While you are licking, slurping, and caressing his twin cocks, he extrudes more limbs to fondle your shapely body, rub at the tender clench of your anus, and delicate probe hot fingers into your aching quim. You forget the demonic power of Jubulux and enjoy the immediate pleasure of his touch as you suck at his dripping cock.

  Kara, always more bold, is the first to turn around and offer her cunt to his cock. Jubulux rumbles loudly with joy, seizes her hips in his bear-like hands, and slams his still-massive cock into her tight quim. Her head jerks back and her pert breasts shake with each thru
st. His bulk slaps wetly against her ass and he growls with pleasure.

  "Ohhhh yessss," your sister cries. "Ohhhh fuck me with your slime cock, master!"

  You cannot hold back and offer your plump cheeks up to his other cock. But you want more, "Please, master, fuck my ass! Fuck my ass with your slime cock!"

  "Twice the pleasure!" Jubulux laughs and slams his slimy cock into your ass. The pleasure of it is excruciating. It is so hot that you feel that warmth spreading through your body as his cock slurps and gurgles and pumps in and out of your stretched pink pucker. The throne room echoes with you and Kara's screams of pleasure.

  You surrender yourself to the slime lord's desire and he fills your every hole with his slimy cocks. His cum boils out in gushes of nearly scalding gray goo that pours into your ass, stuffs your cunt, and spurts in steamy geysers into your mouth. You are drenched in his cum and it drips steadily from your well used holes. At one point, Jubulux even picks you up with tendrils extruded from his main body and drops your lower half into his mouth. His tongue swirls around you and caress you and you cum, wildly, terrified, but in too much well-trained ecstasy to resist.

  Jubulux does not eat you or your sister and despite a few scalds from his hot flesh and boiling cum, you are otherwise unharmed. But completely exhausted, gasping and covered in his rancid slime. You lie on your face with your tits surrounded by a gray puddle and your well-used ass in the air. Kara is on her back, her reddened breasts rising and falling and her hair slicked down with demonic cum.

  Jubulux is silent, his eyes almost closed as if he is satiated. At last, Torrenus fetches you.

  "We will go home now?" You ask him as he lifts you to your feet.

  "I desperately need a bath and a massage," agrees Kara.

  Torrenus offers you a smile and a shake of his head. "No, my lovely girls. Do you not understand? You have been traded to Jubulux for a plot of his territory. Alyssa now ascends to minor nobility and becomes a vassal of His Magnificence, assuming she can evict Urgoolen. He is a rather foolish brute who should prove..."