Pleasure Island

by Michelle M. Pillow

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  Vaclar grinned from his place on the beach. Now that was what he was talking about. The naked couple fucked on the sand, their passion fueling his own as the playful fire goddess, Aliki, kneeled between his naked thighs to suck his cock. She had gorgeous red hair and eyes as gray as cooled lava. Her pale skin complemented the dark crimson on her lips. Her mouth was warmer than most, being as she was of the flame, and sinking his dick into any of her orifices was always a pleasure. She was one of the few women who could help him find release faster than most. Unfortunately for him, her temper was as hot as her cunt and she wasn’t easy to control or manipulate. But those times like now, when she succumbed to him, made every fireball she threw in his direction worth it.

  Full lips wrapped around his shaft and she moaned as she took him in. He kept them hidden from Jurgen and Annette’s view. He watched, enjoying the view of Jurgen holding Annette in his arms, standing tall, easing her up and down on his shaft. Annette looked to be more than happy with the position as she tossed her arms around Jurgen’s neck, tipped her head back and moaned loudly. Her breasts bounced with each thrust Jurgen made and Vaclar licked his lips, wondering if her nipples tasted as sweet as they looked.

  Eager to see what Keoni and Christy were up to, he waved his hand through the air, drawing his fiery temptress with him as he settled on the outcropping of rocks. The woman straddled the ocean walker’s body with hers, crying out in pleasure as she fucked him good on the dark sand. Her nice ass was to him and he grinned.

  Aliki bit down on his cock and he yelped. It wasn’t enough to hurt him, but enough to get his attention. “What was that for?”

  His body leaned back on the outcropping as she kneeled on a slightly lower level of rock. Her lips slipped off his cock so she could answer. “I see your thoughts.” She glanced back. “Don’t think you’re sticking your cock in that mortal’s ass while I’m here.”

  Vaclar saw fire alight in her eyes and knew he’d better reassure her fast or else she’d light his ass up like a torch. “How can you even think that? What are mortals compared to you, my scorching goddess of the flame?”

  The fire in her eyes smoldered and the intense gray replaced it once more. He sighed. That was close.

  “My goddess eternal,” he said charmingly, gesturing down to his neglected cock. It was still wet from her mouth.

  She grinned. “Does my Vaclar want me to finish him?”

  He nodded, spreading his legs wider so she could come forward. She licked her finger, wetting it slowly. Vaclar groaned at the erotic sight. Aliki thrust the finger between his cheeks, moving into the sensitive rosette burned there. Her grin widened as he cried out in pleasure.

  “I want you to vibrate in my mouth.” She held her hand to the side and one of the cock-shaped, rubber-coated vibrators from Annette’s bag of toys appeared. He gulped to see she’d picked such a thick specimen. She stuck it in her mouth, letting him watch her wet the toy as she had her finger, showing him how deep she could suck the thick dildo. Vaclar’s head tilted back in a wave of apprehension and anticipation. He knew Aliki wouldn’t be gentle and yet he couldn’t tell her to stop. The cock-shaped tip hit his ass, stretching his anus with the insistent pressure. Vibrations started almost instantly as she rammed it up, filling his ass even as her hot mouth encircled his cock once more.

  He stayed in his somewhat seated position, his ass off the edge as she fucked him and sucked him. The vibrator was warm from her heated touch and wet from her succulent mouth. It glided inside him in perfect rhythm with her mouth. Vaclar shut his eyes, giving himself over to her completely. When he came, a hot jet of his cum shot to the back of her throat and she drank him dry, leaving him feeling something he rarely had the opportunity to feel—complete gratification.

  Aliki rose quickly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I have to go. Esdras is summoning me.”

  Vaclar’s jaw dropped. “You’re running off to be with another god?”

  She gave him a smug look. “He’s the man I live with, Vaclar. Remember?”

  “I try my best to banish the thought from my mind. What does he have that I don’t?”

  With a flip of her wrist, she laughed. “A steady cult following.” Her words echoed long after she was gone.

  Chapter Six

  Christy smiled, liking the look of Keoni’s tanned flesh as he waded through the water. He’d brought a long spear off his boat to try to catch fish. It wasn’t as if they needed food immediately, but he said he wanted to be prepared in case the rescuers didn’t come as fast as they’d said they would. The light sound of a CD played over the distance, coming from the boat. He had a great collection of tunes because of the different types of customers he catered to on the fishing trips.

  Keoni stopped, lifting his hands to the side, palms down as if sensing the water. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

  “What?”

  “The water feels dead. I can’t sense any sea life at all. The tide pools should be teaming with life and instead it’s just empty water.” He frowned, glancing around. “And I have yet to see a single bird. There should at least be a starfish or crustaceans, maybe even a tortoise. Yet, the water doesn’t feel polluted to justify them not being here. I don’t get it.”

  “Maybe you are right, maybe we are dead,” she said, worried.

  “I don’t want you to worry. I’ll think of something. I’ve been thinking and the boat looks intact, just marooned. If we dug a deep trench, we might be able to get enough ocean water around the boat to make it easier to pull.”

  Christy needlessly glanced around, as if something along the barren beach would have changed in the last ten seconds since she last looked.

  “I’ve been thinking about it,” Keoni continued. “There are stories of the gods coming down to Earth and messing with people. I never really put much stock in them, but it would explain what is happening—the boat being marooned so far into shore without any drag marks, the empty sea and sky, the fact that there isn’t much foliage beyond the giant palm trees and a few shrubs.”

  “You mean like Greek myths, that sort of thing?”

  “Most cultures have stories of gods walking among us. If we supernaturals exist, why not them?” He came out of the water and tossed his spear onto the sand next to her. “It could be argued that not every culture throughout history could have come up with the same stories unless there was some truth to them. Maybe the gods really do come down and meddle in our lives.”

  Preordained.

  She pushed up to face him. Since she was only five foot three, his taller height loomed over her. Christy traced her hand down his chest, following the straight edge of his tattoo.

  “So what do they want with us then?” she asked, not daring to look up.

  “I’m not sure, but I know what I want. My father was right. When I see my destiny, I know it.” He cupped her face, drawing her eyes up to meet his.

  “Don’t you think it’s happening a little fast?”

  “So? When you know, you know, right?” He leaned over, kissing her forehead. “I’ll wait for you to know it, too.”

  “I keep thinking I’ll wake up, but I pray that I won’t.” She lifted up on her feet, winding her hands behind his neck to pull him down. His warm lips met hers, caressing gently as he kissed her. Christy moaned. The wet legs of his shorts hit her thighs. Drawing back, she said, “Why don’t we go inside and get out of the heat?”

  “I’d rather get into the heat.” He laughed at her bemused look.

  “Come on, Casanova, we’ll go in and work on your pick-up lines.” She tugged at his arm to get him to follow her.

  “I don’t know.” He jerked her back so she fell into his chest. Whipping her around so she faced him once more, he lifted her up over his shoulder and carried her toward the marooned boat. “I think my pick-up lines have served me well so far.”

  Christy squealed, kicking her legs lightly. It only served to get her a sound smack on the ass. Her
body jolted with pleasure, cream building at the playful swat. He sat her down on the edge and she swung her legs around to get inside. Keoni followed her, hopping up.

  She went down the stairs, heading toward his room. He stopped her, instead drawing her to the side to the main salon. A long couch dominated one wall near small windows that let in the outside light.

  “Would you like a drink?” He crossed to a small bar, taking out a brandy glass and setting it down. Rich, dark liquid swirled into the glass as he poured.

  “Please.” She nodded.

  Taking out a second glass, he filled it and brought it to her. She took it from him, watching him as she drank. Liquor warmed her mouth and she sighed in satisfaction.

  Christy sat on the couch, drink in hand. Keoni swallowed his fast before kneeling in front of her. His hands on her legs, he kissed the inside of her thigh.

  “I must tell you something,” he whispered before dragging his tongue in small circles up her leg.

  “Another something?” She thought of his last confession, of him being an ocean walker.

  “I bound myself to you last time we were together. I couldn’t control myself.”

  “Bound yourself to me?” Christy tilted her head, taking another drink. She finished the glass. He took it from her and set it next to his empty one on the nearby end table.

  “It’s like mating,” he said. Keoni lifted his arm, showing her a new circular mark that had appeared as if by magic next to his tattoo. “I’m marked as yours for all eternity. I can’t undo it.”

  “You what?” She stiffened, pushing up from the back of the couch to better look at his face. He leaned up from her thigh at the movement. “How could you do that?”

  Keoni looked hurt by her reaction, but really, how else was she to react?

  “You are not bound to me. I’m not some werewolf that marks a woman so all others stay away. I would never force you, but I also will never lie to you again. I’m not sorry I did it. Even if the rescue team comes today and I never see you again, I’m not sorry. You are the woman I was meant for.” His hand hovered in the air before landing on her knee. “I told you, when we know, we know. You are what I’ve been waiting for.”

  “But…” What could she say? This was all happening so fast. She had actually sworn off men before leaving on vacation. Now she was in the middle of a strange island with no clue how she got there, looking into the brilliant blue eyes of a man she’d just met. Her heart beat hard and heavy in her chest. “What if I…?”

  “You’re angry with me,” he said flatly. “I shouldn’t have told you. I didn’t mean for you to feel pressured by my feelings. I understand that humans do not know these things so fast.”

  Christy swallowed, her mouth quivering as she tried to find the right words. “What if I want to be bound to you too?”

  A look of shock crossed his features before being replaced by a slow grin. “Are you sure? Once done it is forever, more binding than a human marriage.”

  “I think I’m sure,” she whispered, awed by her response, but even more so by the fact that she really meant it. “No. I know I’m sure. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I am. I feel like my soul awoke when I saw you and somehow, I know that no matter what comes, we’ll work through it. Don’t ask me how, but I just know. Nothing in life is easy, but I want this. I want to make it work with you.”

  Keoni smiled and she felt as if his happiness was her own. Sure, she was still nervous, who wouldn’t be? But she was sure she was making the right choice.

  “Close your eyes and open yourself up to me.”

  Christy obeyed. His mouth brushed hers and she felt a tingling in his kiss.

  “Keep them closed,” he whispered.

  She did, opening her mouth as he deepened the kiss. His taste was addictive, flavored by the brandy. Warm palms cupped her face, holding her mouth to his. The tingling spread, filling her cheeks and neck, traveling down her body, tightening her nipples and wetting her pussy. Even her toes curled against the floor as the nerves awakened to Keoni’s nearness. Then suddenly, it entered her mind, making her lightheaded. Beneath her closed lids she saw water, an endless ocean of swaying plant life and streams of sunlight from above. Fish swam along a coral reef, their scales shimmering beautifully. The gentle pressure of the water surrounded her and she felt it inside her lungs even though she didn’t open her mouth to breathe it in. Then, off in the distance she saw Keoni swimming toward her and she wasn’t scared. She felt safe.

  In real life, his lips stayed locked on hers, moving erotically across her lips. In her vision, he swam to her, stopping to pull her into the safety of his arms. Underwater their lips met and her mind was filled with an explosion of colors and sensations. Keoni entered her, filling her spirit with his.

  She gasped, pulling away. Blinking heavily, she asked, “What was that?”

  “You accepting me.” He grinned. “Now when you dream it will be of me and my thoughts will be filled with you. We are bound. Forever.”

  “I like the sound of that.” She pulled him back, feeling his skin like never before. Every sense was heightened and aware. Never had she felt so close to another person.

  Keoni returned to her thigh, pressing his lips to her heated flesh. Gripping her legs, he pulled her down on the couch, so her pussy was within reach. He kissed a hot, wet trail up, letting his tongue glide over the crease where pussy met leg.

  “Ah!” Christy grabbed frantically at the back of the couch. His tongue probed along her clit, tracing down the folds to dip inside her cunt. He kissed deeply, sucking and licking her pussy. Teeth nibbled her clit.

  Keoni groaned, thrusting her knee to the side to open her wider to him. Hot, wet heat thrust up into her sex and he fucked her with his tongue. As she squirmed to have him deeper, two thick fingers replaced his tongue, delving inside her to the sweet spot. He rubbed and stroked, all the while sucking her clit like a man starved.

  “Come on my face,” he growled. The look of his head moving between her legs, so intimate and seductive a sight, made her whimper. A soaked finger rimmed her anus and she jerked. He continued to rub, asserting steady pressure. His free hand delved up her shirt, grabbing a handful of breast. He pinched her nipple, sending a shock wave of pleasure along her nerves.

  Christy came hard against his mouth, kneading her hands into the couch. She cried out, trembling with release. Before she could recover, Keoni had his shorts and her shirt off. He turned her body so she lay on the couch beneath him. One of his feet pressed against the floor, his knee along the couch’s side as he came between her legs. He buried his face in her breasts, moaning as he shook his head back and forth. His skin was smooth as silk and as hard as marble.

  She ran her hands down her stomach to her pussy, parting the wet folds as she stroked her clit. Her cunt was still wet with cream. Next she took his cock in hand, fisting him the best she could in their position.

  “I want you inside me,” she urged, working her wet, swollen clit against his penis.

  She guided his cock head to spread her folds, wetting him with her cream. He thrust inside her, impaling her on his thick cock.

  “Oh,” she cried. “Give it to me, every last, hot, thick inch!”

  Animalistic noises left them both as he fucked her hard, thrusting in wild abandon. She massaged her breasts so he could watch, knowing how much he loved looking at them.

  Keoni lifted up, bracing his foot for leverage. He thumbed her clit. Everywhere their skin touched was alive with her passion. “I love how tight you are.”

  Christy grinned, aroused by the sound of his voice. She brought the foot on the floor up to his shoulder. The position allowed him to go deeper. Then, taking that foot over his head, she brought it down. Her body twisted so she still faced him, but the action closed her cunt around his cock.

  He grunted. “Ah, shit, that feels good.”

  Keoni bucked harder, slamming his body into hers. The tight muscles of his chest and stomach worked vigorously.
The pressure built inside her and she closed her eyes to take in every sensation.

  Christy yelled with the sudden force of her all-consuming release. He, too, cried out and the connection between them grew stronger, complete.

  Weakly, he fell against her. “I’ve waited my whole life to feel so complete. You’ve calmed the waters of my soul.”

  Christy wiggled around and draped her limbs over his as they cuddled on the narrow seat of the couch. Her hand found his chest, resting over his heart.

  “I love you, Keoni,” she said. “I never want to leave you.”

  “I love you too,” he answered, pulling her tighter.

  Chapter Seven

  Jurgen watched the sway of Annette’s hips as she bent, cleaning up not only wrappings from the food he’d had aboard his plane but some of the trash that had been on the beach upon arrival.

  She held another wine bottle up. “Who drinks this much?”

  Wisely, he didn’t comment because he’d been known to tie a few back.

  Okay, more than a few.

  “Sweetheart, come lie with me.”

  She glanced at him, a knowing smile on her face. “I love your ingenuity with building a hammock but there is no way I’m falling for coming to lie with you.”

  “Why?” he asked, adjusting his erect cock through his shorts. He grinned. “You wouldn’t be tired of me already, would you?”

  “Tired of you?” She snorted. “No. But I’m very aware there won’t be any type of lying and enjoying the view if I come over there.”

  She was right. With her, he was insatiable. He’d found lube in her bag of goodies and had been picturing his cock between her breasts as she held them together, letting him fuck them. Thinking about it nearly made him come. He spent the morning with his head buried between her legs.

  A sweeter woman he’d never tasted.

  He could still smell her scent upon him.

  He smiled.

  Annette huffed. “You have that look again.”