Welcome to the Island, chapter 8.
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Now, on with our tale
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There was a stoicism to my mindset, a determination, the knowledge that I had been set a task that was within the scope of my abilities to achieve, and all I had to do was to, well,
do
it... or them. The climb up the northern mountain had been a lot easier than I had anticipated, I was never unfit to start with, but the ease at which I pulled myself up that slope had me wondering if there wasn't some sort of divine help from Freja involved. It would seem she had certainly been helping my performances elsewhere recently.
I wasn't able to think about it too much, though; my mind was completely occupied by the view in front of me. I was speechless, just leaning against a tree at the summit of the mountain and taking it in. My mind was woefully under-equipped to do anything other than just...
look
at it.
I mean, the scenery, the sweeping landscape, the gentle wind, the sun-swept caldera bathed in rays of light as they shone through gaps in the sparse clouds, the turquoise blue oceans stretching out into eternity in every direction, they were all pretty nice, I guess, but the sight of Liz seductively swinging her hips as she peeled her bikini top off her sweat-sheened, flawless body was enough to make a man believe in a higher power.
Perhaps that is a poor choice of words, considering I had recently
met
a higher power. I didn't care; I was watching this proof of the divine pull out every trick in the book to achieve something that had already been more than accomplished. She was trying to seduce me.
In my experience, really hot girls - especially the ones who had spent their whole lives being universally fawned over - never made any attempt to seduce their partners. They may put on a little tease or have a bit of fun, but
really
going out of their way to seduce a man, nope, never. The guy was expected to want her just by virtue of how she looked. They weren't wrong, but that hubris, that expectation, that ego, was the reason I didn't like, really like, them as anything more than eye candy. Liz could easily have qualified as one of those; of all the girls on the Island, with the exception of Hayley, she was the one who had most missed her calling as a model or maybe an actress... or a stripper.
The fluid motion of her swaying hips, the way her hands caressed over the bare parts of her sun-kissed skin, the way her hair rippled and waved over her shoulders as they rocked to the rhythm of the music that only she could hear. The way her eyes stayed locked unbreakably and intently on mine as her legs, crossing slightly to accentuate the sway of her hips, carried her one agonizingly slow step after another towards me.
Over the past few days, I'd had sex with more women than in the entire decade of my life before them, yet all of the other girls had something in common. There had been no preamble. Hayley, Robyn, and Katie had known what they wanted and had just taken it. There was no question of seduction; there was no build-up. There was that flash of sexual tension, the sudden rise in temperature, and we were fucking. Hannah was the same; the only difference was that it had been
me
dragging her off to screw
her
brains out. Liz was different. This was very,
very
different.
She knew I wanted her; that ship had long since sailed. If it wasn't the casual, flirtatious touches that had brushed over her ass, or the way she had pressed her breasts into my side as we had helped each other make the climb, or the downright scandalous and increasingly explicit comments that had passed between us on our hike, then the tent in my shorts was more than a subtle hint of my desire. But she didn't care. Despite knowing that I wanted her at least as much as she wanted me, a desire that was growing more intense by the moment, she wanted me to see her, she wanted me to watch her, she wanted me to
know
that I had every single shred of her attention and her being, and she wanted mine in return. She wanted this to be something I would remember.
Jesus, this would be the last thing I remembered before I lost my marbles in the retirement home decades from now.
"I am going to pull your cock out now." She purred as she finally closed the gap between us, crushing her bare chest against mine before pushing her face into the nape of my neck, licking, nipping, sucking, and adding soft vampiric nips to my skin as she murmured her words to me. "Then I am going to drop to my knees and suck it
all
the way down my throat. Then you are going to fuck my pussy, pump your seed and your baby into me, and then, finally, when you are all slick with our mixed juices, I am going to lube us both up, and you are going to force that fat, throbbing fuck stick up my ass and screw me until I lose feeling in my legs."
I gulped loudly. To be honest, I'm surprised that a pathetic whimper didn't follow the sound of it out of my lips. I felt her smile against the skin of my neck.
"Does that sound like a plan?"
Yeah, I'm pretty surprised my knees didn't crumple underneath me as well. It felt as if they had the consistency of overcooked spaghetti-Os.
Luckily, another, more important, part of me was solid as a slab of granite and more than up for the task. Who needs knees, anyway?
Liz didn't wait for an answer to her rhetorical question as she started sliding her body down mine. I could feel the wetness of her bikini bottoms drag over my leg as she lowered herself, I could feel the hardness of her nipples against my chest, and I groaned loudly as her tongue trailed from my neck excruciatingly, torturously slowly, down to her promised land.
Her knees hit the ground just as her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down. There was a gasp and a giggle as my cock bounced upwards, jumping for freedom just as it was freed from the elastic and slapped her across the face.
"Ohhh," she purred. "Hello, big boy." Her eyes flicked up to mine with another deep, sultry moan as she licked her hips. "This is going to do nicely." Then, without taking her eyes from mine, she slowly impaled her face onto my cock, slowly, inch by throbbing inch, pushing my cock deeper and deeper, dragging it over the back of her tongue, pushing it against the opening of her throat... And then, without the slightest hint of a gag reflex, swallowed me in deeper and took me completely.
I saw heaven.
Swallowing again, over and over, I felt her throat contracting around me again and again, nursing me, milking me, worshipping me. My hands clawed at the tree at my back as every drop of my self-control was poured into keeping myself upright and not exploding down her throat there and then. The entire world seemed to vibrate with the pleasure this girl was giving me, and my eyes struggled to maintain focus. It was as if the power of sight was not necessary at this moment, so my body had just shut it down in favor of raw, physical sensation.
I felt her starting to bob slowly, deeply, and deliberately like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. she was taking enormous amounts of pleasure in the torture that she was putting me through.
She was alternating everything, the speed of her head bobs, the suction of her mouth, the weight over her dancing tongue, the pressure of the squeezing of her skilled fingers onto my balls, everything she did, except one. No matter where her mouth was, whether it was just over my head as her tongue swirled over my crown and through my precum or if her lips were sealed around the root of my cock with my head throbbing in her throat, her eyes never left mine.
I could feel myself building, smearing the taste of my secretions across her tongue as she started to drag her lips all the way up my length before pushing all the way back down again. That familiar churn was starting to coil in the pit of my stomach, my balls started to tighten, my cock started to throb, and Liz's eyes danced as she looked up at mine, feeling the increased urgency as I rocked into her mouth.
She pulled off with a teasing grin. "Not yet, stud. There is plenty of time for me to swallow you. I want your first load inside me!"
I growled at her as she stood up, that twinge reappearing at the back of my head as the urgency, the craving, the overwhelming instinct to
take