by M H Ryan
“Goodnight,” I said.
“Her loss,” Emma said. “Now, let me show you something I’ve been dying to show you since the moment I got in that head of yours.”
Chapter 27
A candle burned in the corner of the hut, giving a soft light to the room. The room held a small bed made from tree branches, logs, and covered with massive leaves. It didn’t look comfortable, but we had gotten used to the rougher living. The girls had become my warmth and pillows at night, a nice trade-off.
A single window let in a gentle breeze that played with the candlelight as it flickered and waned. Some of the moonlight poked through the ceiling holes, making for small bits of light over the ceiling. If it rained, I doubted we’d be completely dry, but that was another thing we'd gotten used to because living next to the ocean, everything seemed to have varying degrees of dampness.
“It’s nice,” I said, wondering if she would agree as we stood at the doorway.
“The girls cleaned it up for us. Aren’t they amazing?” Emma asked. “I mean, back in the old world, I don’t think they would be this sharing of you. Out here, it just feels right. Like hotdogs on the fourth.”
It did feel right, and I pulled her tighter against me, kissing her on the side of her head.
“You said you wanted to show me something?” I said, trying and failing to hide my grin.
“Why don’t you stand right there,” Emma said, letting go of me and walking toward the bed.
She had a small bikini on, and I had gotten used to seeing most of her body uncovered, but expecting that last bit of skin to be exposed had me holding my breath in anticipation. She had larger muscles than the rest of the girls, and I watched each one flex as she moved.
Emma leaned against the bed frame, it creaked under the pressure, and she smiled, looking back at it. She pushed on it with her hand as if testing it for stability and then proceeded to make the bed squeak over and over.
“Sorry, but this thing be creaky as my Grampa Joe’s knees,” Emma said and then took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. “Sorry, I get weird when I get nervous.”
“What are you nervous about?” I asked, taking a step closer to her.
“I don’t know. It’s just… I haven’t really been with that many guys, only one actually and you are here with the girls, and they love to talk about what you do and what happens, and then I see it all in your head and I know how you feel about them and about me and now is the moment and I’m just…”
I reached to her and took her hand. She let out a breath and looked up at me with that sweet smile.
“Better?” I asked.
“Yeah, can we just not not touch again?” Emma asked.
I touched her shoulder and slid my finger to her back, pulling her against me. I leaned in and kissed her neck and slid my other hand up her flat stomach to the bottom edge of her bikini top.
“I do feel good,” Emma said. “This is kind of awesome. I can feel in you the way you are feeling me. It’s like some 3d, real-life, video game shit right here. Sorry, getting weird again. Yes, you should just kiss me.”
She took the thoughts straight from my head, and I kissed her. I started with soft kisses and slid my tongue across her lips. I felt her tongue enter my mouth, and I sucked on her as I kissed her, wanting everything from her.
Reaching back, I undid the back of her bikini top and pulled it down as we kept pressed together, kissing. I felt her bare chest against me, and her hands moved to my shirt, quickly unbuttoning it and yanking it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She kept pressed against me, and I felt the warmth of her bare chest against mine.
I moved back to see her while keeping my hands on her shoulders.
“Wow,” I said, staring at her.
“Is that all?” she said with a smile, shrugging and crossing her arms closer together, accentuating her tits.
They were large but not as massive as I might have imagined. They were… perfect. Tan and round and seemingly defying gravity with their ability to stay perky. I slid my hands down to her breasts, cupping both and giving the lightest of squeezes. Soft and beautiful, I wanted to lap them up.
“Nice, right?” Emma asked.
“Do you really need to ask,” I said.
She closed her eyes and looked to be getting pleasure. “I can feel you getting hard. It’s hot.”
Hard enough to pound nails in, I grabbed her and lifted her above me. She squeaked out in surprise, and then I brought her to me and buried my face in her tits. I kissed and licked them, taking in her nipple and rolling my tongue around it. I slid her down my body until we were face to face, but I didn’t let her touch the ground. I kissed her as I carried her to the bed.
The bed creaked a few times before settling down under her weight. On her back, she looked fantastic topless. I wanted all of her and in a hurry.
I moved down her body, licking each inch and spending some time at her nipples and then to her belly button. I reached into her bikini bottom and explored her wet slickness. She moaned as I touched her softly. Then I pulled at her bikini bottom, moving it down a few inches, with enough candlelight to see her. I kissed and ran my tongue below her waistband.
Shaved and mostly tan with only a hint of a tan line. I suspected she spent some time at the tanning salon.
“I do or did, and I would sunbath out here more if…” she paused, “sorry, I want you to see me, all of me. Take my bottoms off.”
I wanted to tear them off with my teeth. I was getting hungry for her, and my erection pressed hard in my shorts. But, life gave you but a few moments like this, and I wanted to spend my time with her.
“Me too,” she said.
Pulling the bikini bottoms off, I let them fall to the floor. Emma sat up and went to the buttons on my shorts. In quick order, she grabbed the waistband of my shorts and underwear and yanked them down to my ankles. She grabbed my cock with her cold hands and stroked it a few times. I moved closer to the bed as her legs wrapped around mine, pulling me closer yet.
“You’re big, Jack,” she said. “The last guy I was with was more like a Vienna sausage, and this is a ballpark frank.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” I said.
“What if I don’t want you to be?” Emma said and grabbed my ass, pulling me closer to her. “I want you in me now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She grabbed me and guided me into her. She was slick, wet, tight, and moaned as I went deeper into her.
“Oh my god, I can feel you, feeling me and then feeling you. I’m not lasting long with this, Jack,” she said, moaning again as I started my motion.
Each time I went into her, she moaned and grasped different parts of me with increasing intensity. The bed began to squeak as I rhythmically moved with her. I grabbed her tits and watched them move as I raised my speed and force. I went deep into her.
She nearly screamed and pushed against my waist.
“Am I hurting—”
“No, don’t stop fucking me,” she said, out of breath.
I bent over and kissed her neck as I thrust into her. Her moans were loud in my ear, and she hugged me tight, digging her nails into my back. I went hard and pounded into her as I grabbed her breast, sucking on her nipple.
“Oh shit, I’m going to…” she said and then went into a violent rocking motion as she gyrated against my cock and hugging me so tight I could barely take a breath.
Damn, she was strong.
“Wow, you came hard, didn’t you,” I whispered to her.
“Oh, my…you have no idea.” She could barely speak. “Can I be on top of you?”
“I will never say no to that,” I said and climbed on the bed.
We broke connection for a moment; she whimpered and climbed on me in a hurry. I was back in her, feeling incredible, in a second.
With her on top, looking so happy, with her chest, abs, and muscular arms all in a spectacular view. She moved against me, slowly at first, but qu
ickly went to pounding against me, yelling at out as she did. It seemed as if she was in a constant state of orgasm.
I enjoyed every inch of her, and had my hands on her breasts, supporting her up and down motion and feeling as if I was close myself.
“I want to cum with you,” Emma said.
“You just tell me when,” I said, ready to go.
“No, I want it on me,” she said, touching her breasts.
She pulled her tit up and licked it, finding her nipple and sucking on it. She bit it, pulled back a mouthful, and then let out a moan. She continued to ride me for minutes, changing speeds in between her orgasms. I was willing myself back from blowing my load right into her.
“You want to. I can feel it,” Emma said, moving slowly against me. “I want you to do it.”
“Now?” I asked.
“Get on your knees,” Emma said.
She got off me, as I got onto my knees. She laid down right next to me, pushing her breasts together. I moved next to her, resting my dick on her chest.
“I know this is what you want. You’ve thought about this so many times. I drip when I see it in your head,” Emma said.
She wasn’t wrong.
“Okay,” I said, my mind clouded in anything but this incredible woman doing what I wanted her to do.
“Touch me, Jack,” Emma demanded, and I put my finger in her.
Rubbing her, I found her button, she let out moans and sat up enough that she could put her tongue on her tit. I watched her licking herself and moaning as if with a mouthful. I stroked myself over her. The tip of my dick touching her nipple and letting her lick herself and me together.
“I can feel you about to… I want to feel you on me,” Emma said in between licks.
I held back long enough until I heard her breath become short and manic. She screamed out as she reached her climax, and I let mine unload.
She kept her pretty little face against her massive chest, both of them pressed up by her hands, and I groaned with her as each pulse let loose onto her chest, lips, and tongue. She continued yelling out and shaking hard. I pulled everything out and nearly fell down on her from the effort. She moaned as she licked her chest and then grabbed my cock, sucking on it hard.
After a minute, she came up for a breath.
“I want more,” she said. “You can do it, I can feel it in you.” She had her hand on her pussy now, stroking herself and me at the same time.
She was right, I did, and I felt it building up. It didn’t take much, looking at her gorgeous face.
Staring up at me with such pleasure in her eyes as she stroked herself and my cock, I came again. She hummed hard as I filled her mouth, and then she came again just as quickly as I did.
She fell back on the bed, chest covered, and breathing hard.
“My heart, holy shit, I’ve never thought… I mean, when you came, I felt it and then… I thought I was going to have a heart attack,” Emma said and laughed. “I want to fuck you again, and I don’t think I ever want to stop.”
I didn’t either, and I moved in between her legs.
Chapter 28
“Breakfast is ready,” Benji called out, carrying a tray of what looked like mixed greens.
The Crultar were a great help in guiding us on what was edible and what was not. They pulled some of the ocean grass and plants and brought them to Benji this morning.
The bright morning sun felt good on my skin, and the cool breeze brought the sweet smell of the ocean over the island. We had a small fire going in the middle of our circle as the girls gathered the food.
Our group had grown in size and now felt more like a community. I gazed at each of the women, in complete awe of each of them, not just for their distinct amazing looks but for who they were and how they were able to contribute and survive out here with me. Every morning I spent with them felt like a gift.
“Dang, Carmen, you’re looking rough,” Aubrey said as she walked by Carmen holding a plate of food.
Carmen raised her middle finger in response. I looked over her small, purple bikini, seeing if I could spot the suspected third stone, but I didn’t see a single misplaced bulge.
The island rumbled.
“Do you think there’s a stone doing that to this island?” Eliza asked.
“I don’t think so,” Kara said, touching the sand.
The distant sound of the cracking and rumbling was constant. It was as if there was a never-ending bowling game where giants played, without balls and pins but rocks and boulders.
“This island sucks,” Cass said.
“It’s actually one of the good ones,” Kara said.
“I was talking with Du’Khupa last night, and he said the noise is from the great divide. It is inching toward us,” Hanna said.
“You talked with Du’Khupa last night?” I asked.
“She talked with everyone. Couldn’t get her to shut up with the questions,” Aubrey said in a groan.
“What did you gather?” I asked.
“The Crultar can’t or won’t go on the other side of the divide. It’s a great wall of rock, sliding this way. On the other side of the divide, it is worse than what is on this side. The sound we are hearing”—she pointed out to the sea—“that is the great divide moving. I believe everything he is doing, the stones, the ripening, is to expand that territory, almost like he’s preparing this side for the other side.”
“Why?” Cass asked.
“I don’t know, but it is a slow process. He might need more stones or something like us, to help speed it up. We could be walking right into a trap going after the other girls,” Hanna said.
“All the more reason to get them back as quickly as possible,” Sherri said.
Hanna took in a deep breath. “I think we should head back to this home island, Yang Island.” Hanna kept talking over the protests from others. “Because we need to get more powerful. We need to learn more about our abilities and… level up. Just from last night, I spent a few hours working on my fire skills and this.”
She motioned toward the fire, and a ball of flames rose. The fire swirled around, growing hotter until it became near-white and blinding as the inferno rose higher into the sky. Then she closed her fist, and the light in the sky, which seemed like a second sun, disappeared.
“Wow,” Eliza said. “That was so cool... I see spots in my vision now.” Eliza blinked and looked around.
“I have other ideas. Benji, work with me,” Hanna said. “Push some sand into my light.”
“Okay.”
Hanna brought up another swirl of white-hot fire, but this time Benji rose up some sand and merged her cloud of fine particles with the spinning inferno. The two merged into a liquid ball of red… magma. They both let go of it, and it crashed to the ground near me.
“Aubrey, cool it with some damp air.”
Aubrey extended her hand, and a cloud of moisture struck it, sending up a plume of steam as it hissed.
When the cloud cleared, a large chunk of glass rested on the ground. The group gathered around it, staring at the mostly clear glass.
I reached down and tapped the edge. Warm, but not scalding. I lifted one side of it. Much of the sand under it stuck to the bottom. It weighed a few pounds and wasn’t much more than a clump of glass, but the idea of it astounded me.
“Holy shit, Hanna,” I said. “We could make stuff. You think you could get your fire hot enough for steel?”
“Yes,” she said. “And this is my point. With enough time, we could face whatever was thrown at us. We could build an empire to rise against his.”
Sherri took the glass from me. “This is awesome and sharp as hell.” She tested the edge of the glass. “Not the best weapon material, but I would kill for a simple glass to hold water in. Just need a mold of some sort to pour—”
Yelling from the shoreline broke our attention from the man-made glass we had just created.
“Great, now what?” Aubrey asked.
I sensed the Crultar near t
he shoreline. They were pissed off and scared. They wanted to kill the person they were dragging across the sand, but a sense of duty overwhelmed their feelings. They belonged to me, and whoever they had in their clutches, had something of great value.
“A Mulshar,” Hanna said. “They described them as the changed fish people that dwell on the other side of the great divide.”
“The ones that took the girls,” I said.
“Yes, but this could be a trap, Jack,” Hanna whispered to me.
I didn’t feel any malice from the Crultar, but there was a sense of rage and fear coming from the one they were dragging.
“Be ready, girls,” I said.
Du’Khupa and seven other Crultar surrounded this… creature. This being had thicker scales, almost reptilian, with near-black skin except for a lighter gray patch across its stomach. At fifty feet away, its yellow eyes seemed to glow as it stared at me. Blood trickled from its wide mouth. Humanoid, with two arms and legs, but something different than the fish people. Smaller but somehow more muscular. It had no hair on its head, just thick, black scales that covered most of its body.
“Monster,” Eliza whispered.
“Wow, another sentient species out here,” Sherri said. “This is incredible. I mean, we are like freaking Neil Degrease, landing on the moon and discovering alien shit.”
“It’s Neil Armstrong,” Hanna said. “And this is way more than finding aliens. We’ve fallen into another plane of existence.”
“Whoa,” Benji said.
Du’Khupa, the muscular leader of the Crultar, held his long, curved blade against the Mulshar’s throat.
“We caught him at great divide,” Du’Khupa said. “Speak, you beast.”
Du’Khupa pressed his knife against the Mulshar’s throat until a trickle of blood ran over the blade.
“I serve only king,” the Mulshar said with a thin, gravelly voice.
“It would rather die than speak,” I said with a sigh.
I could sense that from the creature. The anger and determination were unbreakable. I also felt it was hiding something important and that it’d be willing to die to protect it. Fortunately, I had ways around that.
