Incubus Soulmate

by Alexandra Ortigas

  “As you can see, we cater almost exclusively to the couples market, and we do not have many rules on this island. We very much encourage everyone to just enjoy and let themselves be and do what they want to do,” Erick explains as we walk by a couple kissing each other, while wearing what seems like nothing more than a towel. They are almost hidden from view by the plants that grow everywhere in abundance, but not quite. Without realizing it, I’ve stopped walking to enjoy the show the couple is giving unwittingly. You can see that they have great chemistry and are really into each other. The guy is kissing the girl, on her lips, on her neck, slowly moves his hands down to open up her towel. I was right. They are wearing only a towel and nothing else. The girl has a body of a swimsuit model, round, soft, and yet fit and streamlined.

  “Looking is ok, we hold to the idea that if you don’t want to be seen, there are plenty of private spaces as well,” Erick smiles at me as I guiltily look away.

  I can feel the heat creep up my cheeks. I’m not shy, but still, there is something uncomfortable about letting someone I’ve just met see me like this.

  As if nothing happened and he hadn’t noticed my sudden desire to look everywhere except at the couple, Erick continues, “Since we prefer our couples to enjoy each other, we don’t have restaurants on the island. Whenever you feel like eating you can order from any staff and we will set up a place for you wherever you prefer.”

  This just keeps getting better and better. I had not been looking forward to sitting alone in a restaurant filled with couples being in love, but to order a meal out on the beach, or in one of those cozy open spaces in the garden? “Thank you, that will be lovely!” I smile at Erick and feel my initial shyness melting away. It’s simply impossible to keep up the pretense of being anything else than I am here.

  “This here is your suite Miss Evangelina, and if there is anything you need, just dial 0 and you get me on the phone, day or night. I am here for whatever you need,” Erick says as he holds the door open for me.

  I can see that my suitcase has arrived already and although I don’t know when they had the time, someone has hung all my clothes in the closet, leaving out a soft bathrobe and some slippers. Not exactly sexy, but a feeling of sensual comfort that is exactly what I need right now.

  Thanking Erick, I turn around to explore my home for the next two weeks. It is not a huge space but the way it is decorated makes it feel very spacious. There is the bed, of course. It’s the centerpiece of the room and overlooks the sliding doors with view of the ocean. As I open them, I can hear the waves crashing on the shore and I immediately decide to sleep with the window open. I can already imagine getting ready for bed, sinking away in the soft mattress that somehow reminds me of the mattress in my dream, feeling the soft ocean breeze caress my naked body as I listen to the romantic and relaxing sounds of nature around me.

  Exploring the room a bit further I see the bathroom and the enormous bathtub and know exactly what I am going to do first.

  Chapter 4

  Hidden Valley, Open Pleasures

  After a long bath that leaves me feeling silky soft and washes away all the tension from the flight, I decide to go for a long walk, before ordering some room service. Erick mentioned that whenever I wanted company I could call him and he would gladly come and dine with me, but honestly, it feels really good to be alone right now.

  The island is somehow calling me, as if the very air is alive and wants to taste me, and I want to taste it. Silly and ridiculous notions for sure, but since nobody knows me here anyway, why not give in to them? There’s no harm in indulging a little fantasy.

  Flipping through my dresses, I decide on a soft yellow dress that flows around me, hiding and revealing in an instant. I had brought it picturing how I would look wearing it in private for Brad, but right now I really like the idea of just giving in, and wearing it for everyone to see.

  Forgoing underwear, I put on my favorite sandals. They are flats but have intricately detailed straps that always make me feel sexy when I wear them. Exactly right for a lonely exploration of this strange island.

  As I look into the mirror one last time, I smile at my reflection and close the door behind me. For a moment I stand still and take a deep breath. It’s that magical time between afternoon and dusk, where you feel both the lingering warmth of the day and the heavy promise of the coming night.

  A small breeze blows my skirt around my legs and wakes me up from my trance. I decide to walk through the gardens first and to walk back on the beach later. I don’t know what the path is made of: it looks like stone but feels like grass. It is soft and clean, and easy to follow. As I stroll along the garden, I can hear couples being together. Sometimes it’s just the soft murmur of an intimate conversation, and at other times I can clearly hear how they are enjoying each other and the island.

  The way the island is landscaped is strangely entrancing. I feel as if the path itself leads me along to where I want to go, without even knowing where that is. The soft wind seems to play with my dress, revealing more than I would normally feel comfortable with. Here though, I don’t mind. Nobody is looking at me, and even if they were, I feel a strange sense of freedom flowing through my body. For the first time since looking at the phone this morning, I can feel some of the sadness falling off me.

  As I wander around in the garden and enjoy the view I become aware of more than just what I can see. As I try to go into a path that I think will lead to the ocean, a strange wind swirls around me, pulling and pushing me to go forward. A part of my mind feels alarmed at this, and as soon as I become aware of that, the wind seems to calm down and its push instead becomes a gentle pull. Curious, I decide to follow where the wind wants to take me, and I walk deeper into the garden. The further I walk, the less like a garden it looks, and more like a well-maintained wilderness. The path is easy to follow, but every now and then a vine or leaf caresses my bare leg.

  As the sound of the crashing waves of the ocean fades, I become aware of other sounds. The same wind that was before pulling me gently now brings with it soft moans and cries. I stop for a moment, not sure if I want to go on, or rather go back. As if hearing my thoughts, the wind brings with it more sounds, different ones. It seems like there is not just one couple up ahead, but at least several people. Hesitantly I take a step forward and then another one.

  The path ahead of me curves gently to the side, and as I round the corner I can see where all the sounds are coming from. It seems impossible, but before me is a small clearing in what seems to be a valley of sorts. I don’t know what type of weird echo makes it that I can hear almost everything.

  Everywhere I look, there are people in various stages of undress, although most are completely naked. Looking over the valley I can see a woman kissing another woman while two guys are stroking their breasts from behind. It is almost like a mirror dance. I can see the women both reaching behind with one hand, their mouths never leaving each other, and guiding the erect cocks straight between their legs, only tilting their hips a bit to give access. The guys move in and out, now holding the women on their hips. Only the tiny differences in movement makes me believe I am really looking at two couples and not somehow one couple looking into a mirror. At that moment one of the women throws her head back and the other takes advantage and starts to enthusiastically lick the erect nipples, taking them into her mouth one at the time, sucking and kissing all while both are still getting fucked in a steady rhythm. I can hear their moans as clearly as if they are standing right next to me.

  As hypnotizing as it is, my focus is soon drawn to another part of the arena in front of me, as someone lets out a primal sound so loud that it even scares away a few birds. Looking to where the sound comes from, I see a dark haired woman with large natural breasts moving back and forth on top of a very fit guy who is lying on his back on a gray rock. His hands are behind his back, and his eyes are focussed on the woman riding him, taking her pleasure. The way his eyes roam over her body and his hands twist with e
very movement of her hips I can see how much effort it takes him to lie absolutely still. The way his eyes shine with almost pride when she lets out another primal scream, this time throwing her head all the way back before collapsing on top of him convey that it was definitely worth not moving.

  The moment the woman slides off him and I can see his large cock glistening with her juices in the sun, I can see why she was so much enjoying him. The length is only just above average, but the girth is impressive! Before I can feel even vaguely sorry for the guy that he didn’t get off, there’s another woman walking up to him, this time a blonde. She has small tits with hard and dark nipples that seem to almost reach for the guy. Without even as much as a kiss or a word being said, she sits down on him and starts to ride him. Moving her feet underneath her, she starts to move not only back and forth, but also up and down. The guy is now biting his lip, his hands balled into fists, tension visible on his face. The woman is not aware of any of it, completely absorbed into her own world of pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream. Just as I think the guy won’t be able to hold on any longer, the woman sits down deeply on him, only moving her hips in tiny little shocks while her face twists into something that I can only describe as absolute pleasure.

  It is really a sight to be seen and I want to know what happens next, who will ride this man now, and will he finally let go and explode inside some lucky girl. Maybe the redhead who is walking with her hips swaying. Or the olive-skinned beauty whose breasts seem to defy gravity.

  As I let my eyes gaze over the valley below looking for the next lucky woman, I don’t know where to stop. Everywhere I can see couples enjoying each other, sometimes just each other, sometimes more people. One woman is being touched by what seems at least four different people, male and female, while they at the same time are being touched, sucked, and fucked as well.

  A little further away, right on the edge of a patch of grass I can see two women slowly walking towards each other. Just the way they move when they walk conveys such a strong vibe of sexuality that I almost wish it was me who was walking there.

  They stand still facing each other, and slowly one raises her hand and gently touches the bare shoulder of the other woman. Her hand moves down to her breast and as she takes it in her hand, the other woman copies her exact movement. Now both hands on each other’s breasts, I can see them playing with each other’s nipples and I can feel how my own nipples press against my dress in response. The gentle wind moves around me now, feeling as if it is almost playing with my nipples, moving my dress this way and that so that the fabric touches my skin at its most sensitive points.

  Focussing again on the vision in front of me, I find myself drawn to the tree area. There are at least 3 or 4 couples there, against the trees, fucking hard and fast while looking at each other. Some of the women are facing the tree, getting rammed from behind, while at least one woman is facing her partner, her hands grabbing onto a long hanging branch and her feet folded on the back of the guy who is fucking her.

  Almost without realizing, I notice that I have started to touch myself. Just small touches, following the sensation that the wind leaves on my now very sensitive skin. My nipples almost scream for attention through my dress, and as I move the thin fabric away to free them to the open air I can almost feel a sigh of satisfaction at the sight. It is so real, that I quickly look around to see if anybody is near, if anybody can see me, but there is nobody. Quickly my own body demands my attention again, as does the scene below.

  The guy who was before lying on his back is now on his knees, roughly shoving his hard dick inside the redhead. From the sounds she is making, she absolutely loves the feeling and is coming over and over again.

  The two women are now lying on top of each other, both their faces buried in each other’s pussies. Remembering how it feels when you have your face between the legs of another girl, and how it feels when someone moans while their tongue is exploring every inch of your cunt, I now start to touch myself for real. One hand is touching my breasts, alternately pinching and stroking my nipples, while the other is between my legs, finding my clit. I don’t want to waste any more time playing with myself. I feel a need like I have never felt before, and I just want to come hard and fast, over and over again.

  My eyes skip from one erotic scene to the next hearing their moans getting more and more urgent, and unwittingly adding my own.

  Moving just the tip of my finger back and forth over my clit, creating a warm sensation that flows out from that one central point of my body until I can feel it from the tip of my head to the bottom of my feet, my eyes darting over the valley below.

  Just as I can feel the first wave of orgasmic pleasure crash through me, my eyes are caught by a lone figure standing on the opposite side of the valley. I shouldn’t be able to see him, he is too far away, and yet his eyes burn into mine and hold me captive as wave after wave of insurmountable pleasure burns through my body.

  As if my release unlocks something I can hear the screams and moans increase below me and all around me. Carrying me even further and higher up, my eyes unable to break loose from the gaze of this mystery being, I feel myself falling down, deeper and harder than I have ever come before. I don’t know where I am anymore and only vaguely hear others reaching the same point.

  As the last wave passes over me, I finally close my eyes and sink down on the soft mossy floor. Not able to stand just yet, I am satisfied to just lie there and let the memory of what just happened carry me into oblivion.

  Chapter 5

  What Dreams May Come

  Slowly I become aware of the fact that I am moving. And yet I am still lying down. I think. I’m not sure, thinking is hard right now. I try to open one eye and look into the blue eyes of Erick, my personal host. Apparently, room service also includes bringing me back to my room, I think to myself and feel a smile around my lips.

  “Miss Evangelina, don’t worry, I’ll get you to your room. Don’t worry about anything,” Erick says with a smile that is completely reassuring, although slightly discomforting seeing as I’m almost naked in his arms. At least a tiny little bit of acknowledgment of that fact would have been nice. I might even be upset at the lack of it, if it wouldn’t be too much effort right now. I close my eyes again and let myself be carried away, literally.

  I’m not sure what happens after, except that after a while I wake up again, this time lying in the soft bed, what little items of clothing I had on, still in their place. I didn’t expect anything else really, but still, I’m glad that the good intentions have been confirmed.

  Hearing my stomach growl I suddenly remember that I haven’t eaten since before the plane, almost an entire day ago. Quickly I scan the menu and order a medium rare steak and roasted vegetables on the side. I have never really been a salad type of person, and especially right now a nice piece of bloody meat and a glass of full-flavored dark red wine are exactly what I need.

  I ask for them to set it up on the terrace and to just let me know when it is done. I don’t really feel like being around people right now, so I hop into the shower to refresh while my meal is being prepared. Just as I leave the shower I hear room service coming in and setting up. I take my time getting ready, rubbing the soft and nice smelling cream all over my body. It is a hotel cream, but unlike most standard-issue creams and shampoos this one actually feels as if it is made especially for me. The creaminess and the way it absorbs into my skin, and the way it feels when my hands pass over me after, give me a sense of luxury and calm and relaxation. The smell is also exquisite. It has an almost sensual smell without being overwhelming. It definitely fits with the hotel, and I love it. I have to remember to ask Erick what type it is and if I can buy it somewhere, because I’d just love to have this at home.

  Caught up in my own thoughts about things back home, I walk out onto the terrace. I thought that they would just put the food on a table and be done with it; instead, they set the table completely and made an entire romantic setting for one.
It could have looked strange and it could have made me miss a partner here, but somehow they managed to make it look like the most romantic meal that is meant to be enjoyed alone.

  I sit down and eat my steak which is cooked to perfection as I listen to the waves. I am playing around in my mind with the idea of going for a late night beach walk, but decide to go to sleep instead. It has been a very eventful day and the passing out from earlier today didn’t really do much for me in terms of resting.

  I call room service for clean up while I prepare myself for bed and I gladly sink away into the soft fluffy pillows. A sense of warmth and calm comes over me and I feel like I float off to sleep, strangely aware of the entire process.

  Falling asleep this time doesn’t really feel like falling asleep. It feels more like a transition, like going through a tunnel and coming out on the other side in something that seems like another world within this one.

  I look around me. It seems like the same room, and the same bed, and yet there are subtle differences. I am not naked, like I was going to sleep. Instead, I am wearing one of the most gorgeous evening gowns imaginable. It has spaghetti straps and a v neck that shows off my breasts to their best advantage without seeming too slutty.

  I am now standing next to the bed and on my feet, I find the most exquisite pumps. They are like Cinderella’s glass slippers, with what seems to be tiny specks of stardust in them. My dress is made out of the silky dark blue sky. I know I’m expected somewhere, so I walk towards the open balcony doors and sit down at the chair I just had my dinner in. However, the chair isn’t the same anymore. This chair is now an amazing shade of dark red, soft to the touch and feels almost like a throne instead of a chair.