Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  “Lizard men?” The orc spits off the side of the bed. “You not know pleasure. Now you get pleasure. Orc fuck good.”

  “Let us show you pleasure first, mighty Rezzek,” purrs Kara as she crawls onto the bed beside you.

  “Mmm good,” grunts Rezzek. “Pleasure with soft human bodies.”

  The strong musk of orc fills the room, mingling with the perfume that covers you and your sister. Though Rezzek is nearly hairless, his loins have a particularly pungent aroma, as if he has sheathed them in several women over the past few days. This only deepens your desire, imagining the orc conquering lucky humans in Astrokol as they whimpered beneath his mighty cock. You and Kara crawl up Rezzek’s muscular legs, dragging your soft breasts and fat nipples against him, reaching up as you go to caress his thighs and join your hands at the thick hose of his cock.

  Kara lifts his flaccid shaft to your hands and moves her own touch lower, massaging his huge, cum-heavy balls as she sighs with lust. You crawl higher than Kara, letting the weight of your soft breasts fall against Rezzek’s cock, and stroking him in the warm valley between your tits. He grumbles with pleasure and his cock begins to stir.

  Kara, ass raised and hips wiggling, drops your face between his thighs and begins moaning as she laps at his bollocks. Rezzek’s cock stiffens completely between your breasts. It is huge, pink-capped, and extremely veiny. You massage him between your soft breasts and tuck your chin to lick at the fat head of his cock as it protrudes several inches through your cleavage.

  “Thassss goood,” moans the massive orc.

  “Ohhhh, yes, you like my big, soft breasts?” You coo, squeezing them so tightly that milk trickles out of your fat nipples and down to his green flesh.

  “Tits,” he moans, thrusting his hips and pumping his cock between your breasts. You keep your tits crushed tightly around him, smearing precum with your breasts and further lubricating his cock. Rezzek clearly isn’t a thinker, but his huge cock stirs your desire and you eagerly pleasure him with your breasts as your sister lick and sucks at Rezzek’s fat bollocks.

  “Yes, yes,” moans Rezzek, shaking the whole bed with each of his mighty thrusts as he fucks between your tits. “Ohhhh, so good. Seed is coming. Seed is almost ready.”

  Kara pops her lips from Rezzek’s tightening balls and lifts her head from between his legs. You let your breasts slip away from the orc’s huge cock so that you and your sister can share the honor of making Rezzek’s green pillar erupt. Stroking his glistening cock with four hands in unison, you and Kara pump up and down, giggling and jiggling together as Rezzek lets out a furious roar of pleasure.

  “Cum! Cummmm!” He bellows and jerks in your grasp. A huge white gout of spunk launches from his pinkish tip and fires straight up. Before it can fall back down he is already gushing out more and more of his seed. In moments, you and Kara are splashed with an incredible quantity of hot orc seed. It drips from your breasts and your faces.

  You lick Rezzek’s salty taste from your lips and chin and squeeze out ever drop from his cock. Kara lowers her mouth to his cock and sucks the last of his load out. She turns to you and shares that strong, earthy flavor in a passionate kiss. Your tongue swirls with her tongue in a salty tango as Rezzek watches.

  From the kiss, you and your sister descend on Rezzek’s cock once more, licking and slurping him clean. He is hard again by the time you are licking the last pearly drop from his warm ball sack. Kara slides her body against him and begins kissing the orc. He pushes your head to his cock and you suck him, drawing him to a full, steel-hardness as he shares a raunchy kiss with your sister.

  He pushes you out of the way and throws Kara onto her knees. She tosses her stark white hair across her face and looks back at Rezzek over her shoulder as the huge orc kneels behind her. He rests one hand on your sister’s firm ass and uses his other thick-knuckled fist to guide the massive head of his cock to Kara’s tight, glistening groove. Your sister lets out a hiss of pleasure as she is filled with glorious orc cockmeat, her eyes slowly closing and her body arching as she pushes back to impale her little pussy deeper.

  “So tight,” groans the orc. “How you keep tight here fuck monsters?”

  “Faith,” you say, kneeling on the bed beside Kara and running your hand up Rezzek’s chiseled abs. “And a great deal of restoration magic.”

  The orc laughs, smacking Kara on the bottom with his big hand and making her generous ass jiggle lusciously. With repeated pregnancies, Kara has grown into such a curvy woman, while your curves have only grown more inviting. You spread your sister’s plump bottom for Rezzek’s enjoyment. He splashes spittle into her crack and massages his fat thumb against the pink knot of her asshole. You caress him, feeling his muscular body move with each thrust as he slams into Kara and sets her dangling breasts swinging.

  Watching your sister’s pretty pink pussy getting plowed by Rezzek’s huge cock fills you with throbbing jealousy. You kiss the cyclopean orc to busy yourself, but Rezzek has other plans. He grabs your chestnut hair with one big hand and yanks you away from his lips. You gasp in pain at the surprise denial. He shoves your head down against the soft, creamy curve of your sister’s ass.

  “Lick,” he commands. “Want see you lick pretty pink.”

  In the Exalted Convent all women are sisters under Zhibbareth’s ever-watching eye and sisters know not boundaries of pleasure. You moan submissively, caressing your sister’s bottom even as it shakes with each impact of Rezzek’s hips. You lick your want into her crack and swirl your tongue against her tight asshole, already damp with orc saliva. She lifts her head from the bed, moaning like a whore in heat. You lap hot circles around her flexing divot as you watch Rezzek’s huge cock stretch her little pussy and pound in and out like a glistening green piston.

  “Ohhhhhhh, Penny,” moans Kara, burying her face in the bed to give your tongue an even easier path to her clenching asshole. Rezzek presses the back of your head, forcing your face deeper against Kara’s ass and encouraging you to moan and lick and drool wantonly at Kara’s ass. You feel each throb of pleasure beneath your tongue and as she lets out a final wail you feel the rhythmic clench of her orgasmic spasms.

  “Take seed!” Rezzek roars. He releases his hold on your head to grab Kara’s waist with both hands and pound his cock violently into her pussy. You have to fight to keep your tongue against her twitching asshole as he bellows and spews his orc seed deep into Kara’s fertile cunt. She coos with the joy of being bred. The curse remains on Ctharne and it fills these breeding sessions with blissful climaxes. Her body shudders and her asshole clenches with the tempo of a new orgasm as you squirm your tongue around and over her naughty pucker.

  Rezzek’s thrusts slow and he draws his huge, cream-smeared cock out of Kara’s well-fucked pussy. She collapses onto the bed, panting, her ass slightly raised. Rezzek shifts closer to you and guides you to his dripping cock. You do not need to be told what to do as your tongue crawls all over his cream-smeared hardness. You take him into your mouth and bathe him in your saliva. He groans and his erection barely flags as you service him eagerly.

  With Kara’s pussy dripping with cum, it is at last your turn to be bred. You long to receive the precious seed of a hero. You wonder, as you lie back and Rezzek pushes your legs up and thrusts into your steamy cunt, whether your pups will have the single red eye of their father. The orcs all have mutations caused by worshipping Zhibbareth and Rezzek’s is particularly lovely, you think.

  “Oh, mighty hero,” you moan as his huge cock plunders your tight pussy. “I long to feel your seed in my womb.”

  “Good gold eyes girl,” laughs Rezzek. “Pretty and fat. Like the way tits shake.”

  With each of the orc’s powerful thrusts, your breasts do swing and splash wildly against your body, shifting almost to your shoulders and back down again as he pounds his cock into your stretched cunt. You manage to reach a hand beneath his hardness and massage his balls, still damp with your spit, stroking and lightly squeezing them to encourage a
powerful orgasm.

  Kara, still flushed and in the throes of being bred, manages to crawl over to you and begin kissing you and playing with your breasts. Every few thrusts and cries of pleasure, you turn to your lovely sister and share a tongue-tangling kiss. Some part of you knows you should feel shame about such behavior, but all things are good under the rule of Zhibbareth. You let your tongue slip deep into her mouth, tasting her and tasting the salt of sweat on her lips.

  “Ahhhhhh!” The orc bellows atop you, his cock twitching and firing his massive load deep into your hungry pussy. The first shot is enough to send you crashing into an orgasm, your whole body shaking as you receive the glorious seed of Zhibbareth’s hero. You feel the blissful moment of insemination and it enhances your orgasm, driving you to new and wondrous heights.

  Rezzek collapses heavily atop you, spending every drop of his seed into your creamy pussy. He breathes heavily as you caress him and milk his slowly softening cock with your inner muscles.

  “Oh, thank you for choosing us, Rezzek,” you murmur.

  “Yes, thank you,” agrees Kara, kissing him and stroking him.

  “Will you fuck us all night long?” You ask hopefully.

  “Wine,” he groans. “Wine and then I fuck more.”

  Knowing the legendary stamina of orcs, you and your sister will be treated to a thorough fucking before he has to be escorted out of the conception room at dawn. Until then, you and your sister pour wine into his greedy mouth and service him with kisses, licks, and soft bodies.

  Filled with the seed of a hero, you cannot imagine a happier life than this one. But while you coo and arch beneath the massive orc, Heimsvak burns and humanity is enslaved. You have failed in your mission to become a handmaiden of evil and your adventure is at an end.

  BAD END

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  Offer your mouth to the beast

  You stare at the beast and marvel at its monstrous face, its huge jaws, its enormous, muscular body, and that glorious cock throbbing beneath its belly. You lick your lips and feel a throb of desire. How could you refuse such a glorious creature? Your mother seems to sense the adoration in your eyes. She leans against you, an arm around your shoulders as she presses her cheek against yours.

  “You see his power, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” you gasp, barely able to hold still.

  “That is the great one’s blessing,” she says. “He wants to share that blessing, that power, with you. Are you ready?”

  “I’m ready,” you cry, your breasts heaving with a shudder of desire.

  “And how do you want to take that lovely cock?”

  You answer with an almost primal cry of lust, “In my mouth!”

  “Yes, of course, Penelope, because you were always my naughtiest little girl,” she chuckles into your ear. “I can only imagine all those boys you pleasured with those lovely lips and that insatiable hunger.”

  “It wasn’t many,” you gasp.

  “Oh, my, then you must be thirsty for that powerful cum,” she laughs and gives you a squeezing smack on your bottom. “Get on your knees, Penelope. Crawl over to him and show the blessed beast your newfound devotion to the great one.”

  “Yes,” you moan, dropping quickly to your hands and knees. The diaphanous gown offers no support, so your tits swing freely beneath you as you crawl over to the beast. He is so massive that could crawl easily beneath him without much ducking. For now, you kneel beside him. He looks at you with his four eyes, his huge mouth gapping as he pants and drapes his tongue over the jagged row of his teeth.

  Some part of you knows you should be afraid of this creature, but you feel as if he is the most handsome thing you have ever seen. You stroke his coarse fur and inhale the bestial scent that clings to his muscular body. Your pussy is so wet that your juices begin to drip down your thigh. You reach one hand between your legs and the other beneath the beast’s furry belly. You thrill as your fingers make contact with the hot, slippery hardness of the beast’s cock. It licks its chops and whines softly, looking back at you with its four faintly glowing eyes.

  You lean your forehead against his furry flank and watch as you wrap your fingers around his cock. You begin to stroke him and almost immediately precum begins to drip from the slightly blunted tip of his cock. He jerks his hips, almost as if he is fucking through your grasp. You moan with lust, plunging three fingers into your steamy pussy as your hand slides up and down the beast’s straining cock.

  You breathe his wild musk, pumping your hand on his cock and marveling at the surreal detail of your dream. You can feel the heat of him in your hand and see every tiny red capillary in his cockflesh. If you squeeze tightly enough, you can even feel the beating of his heart. It is powerful. And you crave more of that power.

  You crawl beneath him, beneath his shaggy underbelly, and you guide his cock to your mouth. You hear your mother saying something, encouraging you, but your lust is so powerful you can only focus on this massive cock. You grasp him with both hands and stroke his shaft as you run your tongue over and around his tip. The salty tang of his precum sends another thrill through your body. You moan and let his hot tip slide past your lips. He fills your mouth and his cock presses down on your tongue. This beast, this monster, is in your mouth and you are willingly sucking.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” you moan as you begin to bob your mouth on the beast. He growls with pleasure and begins to gently fuck his huge cock through your stroking hands and into your mouth. You slurp on him and pop your lips over and around his tip. Drool spills down your chin. His precum flows plentifully into your mouth and the more you swallow, the more you crave his seed.

  You slide his cock into your throat, fighting past your gag reflex as you gulp around his thrusting member. The beast works his hips. His cock bulges your throat as he pushes every inch of his hot fuckmeat into your mouth and down towards your belly. Tears flow freely from your eyes and you struggle to breathe as he fucks your mouth.

  There is no letting up, his clawed hands hold the back of your head and he pumps his cock in and out of your throat. You can only brace your hands on his muscular legs and try to force air in and out of your lungs through your nostrils. The powerful musk of the beast is smothering you. His cock is so deep down your throat it feels as if the tip is in your belly.

  The beast whines with pleasure, snarls, and the fat hose of its cock sliding in your throat begins to jerk mightily. At once, you feel the warmth and the building pleasure of his cum beginning to fill your belly. Your tummy grows taut as it is pumped full of beast spunk. Just as you think he should be done, you feel something swelling against your lips.

  “Here it comes,” giggles your mother. “The power will fill you completely.”

  His cock is still throbbing in your throat, still pouring his hot seed into your belly, as the swelling flesh of his bestial knot begins to push its way into your mouth. You want to scream that it is too big, but the beast holds your head and uses your mouth to fuck deep into your throat. His swelling knot stretches your lips wider and wider until…

  There is a flash of white. You feel the blessing of the great one pouring into you, eliminating all fear and replacing it with a new and powerful determination. As the world of your dream fades entirely to white, you hear your mother’s sweet words, “I am so proud of you, Penelope.”

  CONTINUE >

  Use Magic on the Gertlings

  These pint-sized bandits already have arrows knocked and pointed at your breasts. Drawing your sword is liable to end with these bug-eyed gertlings using your tits as pin cushions. No, magic is your only way out now.

  You hold your hands up, almost as if you are trying to appease them. The runts lower their aim. The taller gertling motions to the brute and snarls a command in their guttural language. The brute takes a step towards you and you unleash one of the simplest and most dramatic spells you know.

  Flashcracker is nothing but an amusement, a trick for a novice. There is a sharp, lou
d report, louder even than a flintlock, and a flash of light so bright it is painful to behold. The thug tumbles over backwards, flinging his cudgel aside and shrieking with animal terror. Two arrows fly wild, nowhere near hitting you, and the runts turn and run in different directions. The gertling leader turns and scampers as fast as possible through the burned buildings. The brute hurries after him, tripping and falling again in his mad scramble to escape. He casts a glance back at you and you raise your hands again as if you intend to cast another spell.

  You can only imagine how your sister or mother might criticize you for scaring the monsters away rather than actually defeating them. Under the circumstances, you feel quite proud of driving away the gertlings. You have never faced a monster down in real combat and you just faced four of them and came out victorious. It is almost enough to make you think the monster hunter in your blood goes beyond your golden eyes and the stripe of white in your hair.

  You pick up the cudgel discarded by the gertling. A leather-covered stone has been secured to the end of a knobby stick. The base of the stick has been wrapped with more strips of leather creating a grip too small for your human hands. It is a simple, effective weapon. The craftsmanship is basic, but it looks like it could survive crushing a thousand skulls before the stone broke loose.

  You discard the cudgel and pick up a bone totem that must have torn loose from one of the gertlings. The fetish seems to be a cage made out of rodent bones and inside is an ossified cricket. You aren’t sure what the charm is supposed to symbolize. Perhaps something from the gertling’s past, some sin the simple brute is atoning for. You set your pack on the ground and take out your family’s codex, a brass-tipped pen, and a capsule of ink. You quickly sketch the totem’s design in the margin of the expansive entry for gertlings.

  “When the odds do not favor the gertlings,” you read from the entry, “they will often retreat only to return later with a larger group.”