The Island

"Everything," I said, trying to keep my face level. "So, If I said I wanted all of the girls to want to stay here, with me as a doting band of sex servants, could you do that?"

Caroline, or Mother, frowned. "I mean, I

could,

but they would never be happy with it. Not if they were forced. I can control them for short periods and, for want of a better explanation, I can dump ideas into their heads, but I can't influence them to be happy with something for long periods of time like Freja can. Would you want them to stay with you like that?" She caught the look on my face. "You don't want them to be forced, do you?" She chuckled wryly.

"No. And to be honest, this conversation would have been over pretty quickly if you had said yes." I half smiled back at her.

"So what can I offer to convince you to stay?"

I thought for a few pregnant moments. "Tell me what is happening beyond the island?"

Mother frowned. "I'm probably going to need you to be a little more specific."

I took a deep breath but kept my gaze level. "Freja told me that the reason we were brought here was to protect us from some calamity that was ravaging the rest of the world. War, disease, she wasn't sure what it was, only that her brother, Death, was starting something big."

"Did she?" The pretty features of Caroline's face scrunched up in confusion, but her eyes slowly turned a misty shade of grey as Mother gazed across the vastness of the ocean. Her eyebrows furrowed deeper with every passing moment. "Armies are on the march," she said slowly. "Global tensions are rising. One government is threatening sanctions and military action against another. The media is stirring up a shitstorm; people are beginning to wonder if war is going to break out soon." She cocked her head to the side, then shrugged and opened her eyes. "Just a normal, everyday Tuesday in paradise, as far as I can tell."

"So you're saying that Freja lied to me?"

"No, well, maybe, but I couldn't know either way. Think about all the conflicts that have broken out in the last hundred years or so; they were all triggered by an event that the rest of the world didn't see coming. The assassination of Archduke Ferdinand, the Nazi invasion of Poland, the North Koreans crossing the 38th Parallel, the invasion of the Falklands, and the invasion of Kuwait. Nobody really knew they were at war until they already were."

"What about illnesses or diseases?"

"That's harder to judge; there are always a few dozen pathogens around that could wipe out humanity, and scientists usually have a pretty good handle on those. But again, it's the ones they don't see coming that are the most dangerous ones. And by the time the rest of the world understands it's a big deal, it's already too late."

I sighed and rolled my neck.

"Look, Dan. I can't really convince you either way. I am asking you to stay. It will save the lives of millions of people. I don't know what I can offer you personally to sweeten the deal; maybe a few of the girls would want to stay with you, and maybe I could even lure some more here. But they are all maybes. I can't

promise

you anything but..."

"Wait... Freja said something about more people coming to the Island."

Mother frowned, clearly thinking about something. "But that doesn't make sense," she mumbled to herself. "Unless..."

She looked up at me as if reappraising me. "Unless what?" I asked impatiently.

"Can I ask you to trust me just for one night?"

"I... um... would need to know what you are thinking first."

"I want to take over one of your girls, and then I want you to fuck me," she answered plainly as if it were the most reasonable request on earth. "Not Hayley or Hannah; they are already pregnant, and that would interfere with the results. And I think you would rather it not be one of Ray or Tom's girls. You can pick who. I promise no harm will come to them, and I will leave their bodies as soon as the deed is done."

"But... why?"

"It's just a theory right now, and I don't want to complicate things by explaining it all to you only for me to be wrong. I know you have no reason to trust me after listening to Dr. Walker's recordings, but please..."

I held her eye for a moment. I had never really looked at her properly before, but Caroline really was remarkably beautiful. Her eyes had swirls of different shades of brown running through them, and she looked at me as if she was using her long lashes to frame my appearance. Full pouting lips, flawlessly smooth skin, and a long, slender neck which - only a few minutes earlier - had been bulging around my cock.

I took a deep breath and sighed. "Alright, I agree, I think Katie would be the best option, I would say I am the least close with her. When are you thinking?"

Mother sighed deeply and smiled. "I will need a few hours after releasing Caroline, but I would like to do it ton..."

"Hey, wait," I interrupted, "What about the dark-haired woman?"

"I... what?" Caroline's face scrunched up in confusion. "What dark-haired woman? Do you mean Louisa? She's the only dark haired..."

"No, not Lousia. Dr. Walker said that you had visited the people who were here before as a dark-haired woman. That you interacted with the islanders, that when Doug called you out, they killed him."

Caroline was squinting at me through one eye, clearly not having the slightest idea what I was talking about. "Dan, if I could manifest as a physical being, I wouldn't need to take control over Caroline to talk to you. Hell, I wouldn't need to take over anyone to do anything. I could just do it myself. I don't know what you are talking about."

I pinched the bridge of my nose and huffed. "I'm getting the impression that I am only working with half a deck here."

Mother was silent. I looked up at her to find her deep in thought, a finger idly twirling one of her short brown locks of hair. "I need to think about this. Can I get back to you later, as Katie? Please?"

I held her eye for a few moments before nodding. "Okay, I'm going to trust you. Don't make me regret it."

She nodded once and hung her head. A second later, Caroline snapped her head up and blinked around the clearing. Her eyes, while still gorgeous, seemed to have lost that spark that was there when Mother was inside her. There was a brief frown before she shook it off. "Oh, Dan, there you are. The others were looking for you; I told them I would come and find you."

I smiled back at her. "Thanks, Caroline. I'll walk back with you."

"Hey! You can tell us apart," she giggled. "You'll have to let Ray know how you did it."

"Let's just say it was a lucky guess," I chuckled back, gesturing toward the gun emplacement and back into the bunker for her to go first.

********

The slow, wet,

deep

suction on my cock pulled me out of a sleep of broken dreams and unanswered questions. I had waited all evening for Katie to make her move, or to be more accurate, for Mother to take control of her and make some sort of sign that she was ready to go. But nothing happened. In the darkness of the bunker, with only the flickering torchlight outside our bedroom door, it was impossible for me to tell who was working her mouth up and down my shaft. Hayley was still curled into the side of me, her head still on my chest and her heavy breathing still wafting over my skin. Hannah, who had been on the other side of me, had rolled over at some point while I had been sleeping, but her gloriously firm ass was now pressed into the side of my thigh. I reached down and ran my hand through the hair of my mystery seductress just to let her know I was awake.

There was a soft purr around my cock, and she pulled off. Reaching up to her head, she took my hand and helped me untangle myself from the web of limbs and sleeping women before pulling me to my feet. As silent as the dead, I was led out of the bedroom and into the corridor.

Katie was as naked as the day she was born. Her dark, chestnut hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her eyes smouldered in the dim light, but that fire behind them - that spark I had recognized in Caroline's eyes - was back where it belonged. "Sorry for the wait," Mother said. "It takes much less energy to take over a sleeping mind than a conscious one, and after this afternoon, I was pretty drained." She still had hold of my hand and was leading me toward one of the gun emplacements, not the one we had originally found, but one of the emplacements found during my exploration.

"So, what is the plan?" I asked cautiously.

She turned and looked at me as she walked, biting her lips mischievously. "You are going to get your brains fucked out by a goddess."

"Does the goddess part make a difference?"

"Oh, Dan," she teased. "Do you remember Caroline sucking your cock earlier? Did that feel like a normal blowjob?"

"Actually, no, that was..."

"Then imagine what the rest of me can do," she winked and sauntered ahead of me, her hips swaying seductively in the torchlight. "Come on; I am soaked. I haven't had a cock for centuries!"

After a few minutes of walking, my eyes glued to her hips as she sashayed in front of me. We stepped out of the gun emplacement and into the cool night air. Even though it was Katie's body, she was almost unrecognizable as the young woman who had washed up on the Island with us. Mother held herself with a sexual confidence, a playful glint in her eye, and the unassailable knowledge that she could please a man. Spinning around, she sauntered up to me and pressed her whole body against mine, her arms crossing behind my neck. "Are you ready for the best fuck of your life, handsome?"

I hadn't even had time to open my mouth to answer before she pressed her lips against my throat and started kissing her way down my bare chest. Slowly and sensually, each kiss was a little deeper, a little harder, and a little lower. But there was more than that; there was electricity behind each one. A tingle on my skin - enough to stand my body hair on end and curl my toes. I hadn't even noticed my shorts being pulled down to my ankles, but it was all I could do to keep my knees from buckling as she inhaled my full length. The quick teaser with Caroline earlier in the day had been spectacular, but I could tell that she was teasing me. This was mind-blowing. She took every single inch of my length into her mouth and down her throat in a single movement, as if it was no more difficult than swallowing a tic-tac, the expert application of pressure, her tongue dancing over sensitive spots I didn't even know I had; she was driving me crazy in minutes.

Wide-eyed and looking down at her, I could only gaze into those twinkling eyes, her gaze firmly locked on mine as she buried my cock effortlessly into her throat and swallowed over and over around my pulsing shaft, her tongue snaking out to lap at my balls, and she held me there for long enough to wonder if divine possession removed the need to breathe. By the time she dragged me out of her throat, I was leaking enough precum to leave a decent coating along her tongue. "Fuck, you taste good. You shouldn't taste this fucking good. I need more!"

She started bobbing, although bobbing didn't quite do it justice. She fucked the whole length of my cock from her lips and into her throat, over and over again, fucking her own face on my cock. All I could do was stand there and try not to let my legs crumple beneath me. Katie's long tawny hair bounced wildly around her shoulders, and her breasts swung on her chest. Before long, the base of my cock was a frothy drool-covered mess, and her saliva was dripping off my balls. I could already feel the pressure starting to build.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," I panted.

"Nooo, not yet," she gasped, pulling off almost instantly. "I am going to swallow gallons of your cum in a little while, but first, I need you to fuck me like you fuck those other sluts in the bunker. I don't mean something quick and hard; I need you to make me feel dirty. I need you to fuck me like I am a whore you have bought and paid for!" She pulled herself back and peeled off her bikini bottoms. "You are the champion gladiator, and I am your prize! You are the king, and I am your dirtiest concubine!" Now totally naked and dripping wet, she turned around and bent over, pressing her head into the dusty ground, and reached between her legs to hold open her pussy for me. "You are the stallion, and I am your bitch! Now come take what is yours, Sire!"

There was something about the way she looked over her shoulder at me, something about the lick of those full, plump, moist lips, something about the wink in her eye, I was on her in half a heartbeat. Driving my cock into her, I buried myself in balls deep in a single hard thrust.

Sex, as I had known it up to now, was instantly ruined for life.

Let's face it. Sex is nice. It feels good. No matter how much men enjoy sex, their pleasure is absolutely nothing compared to the female orgasm. The better a man performs, the more pleasurable it is for them, and there are very few things in life better than driving a woman insensate with pleasure. But it is a pleasure that men will never be able to experience for themselves. However, with a wry, mischievous grin over her shoulder and a wink of her eye, Mother fed every single sensation that she was feeling back into me.

Every nerve ending in my body exploded with pleasure. I could feel everything she could; every change in the angle of my thrusts or the power or depth of my strokes translated into different sensationsbm. She clenched her pussy onto me. She ground her hips in time with my thrusts, panting and moaning; she worked to make our coupling as pleasurable as she possibly could for herself and then pushed that feeling into me.

To say that women get more pleasure out of sex than men is an understatement of truly biblical proportions. Men cum, women climax.

"Oh, yes, fuck! Take me, Master!" she panted through a teasing grin as her fists grasped at the blades of grass beneath them."Fuck me like you own me! This will be your life if you stay here. I will give you everything. I will give you more pleasure than you thought possible; I will bring willing women to the island for you to fuck and breed. If you sacrifice your life at home for a life here, I will make sure you are more than amply rewarded. You will spend your life as the King of this island, surrounded by a harem of devoted lovers, and all of them will be here by choice. You will never have to doubt their willingness. Fuuuuckk, and I can see why; your dick is fucking perfect!"

I slapped her ass hard, a red handprint burning onto her skin, and I felt the flash of pain ripple through her body and merge with the overwhelming pleasure I was fucking into her and feeding back into me. I reached forward and wrapped her hair around my fist, yanking her head back and bowing her spine to press her G-Spot against my pistoning shaft.

Her shrill scream exploded around the clearing, her molten sex clamped hard onto my cock, and her whole body started to vibrate as her orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes clamped closed, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. For that brief series of moments, existence collapsed to just the pleasure being shared between us.

I felt all of it and suddenly began to pity my gender.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open again, and her head turned back to look at me. That sparkle behind her pupils had grown into a soft yellow glow. The darkness around us was forced back by the light behind her eyes as she howled out her climax. "Oh... oh... oh... by the gods, what... what are you??" she panted. I hammered in harder, completely washed away on the river of sensation she had fed me. I was not conscious. I was not human. I was not even alive at that point. I was the embodiment of sexual pleasure. Nothing else existed!

Jackhammering into her, I was fucking her with a power and a pace I didn't know I was capable of. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I found myself wondering how jealous Robyn and Liz would be at how thoroughly Katie - or Mother - was being fucked. I could feel my cock starting to swell inside her, strengthening and hardening in preparation for an orgasm that I knew would make every other seem wildly inadequate. "My Lord!!!" She gasped as the light behind her eyes grew. A look of bewildered shock mixed with unimaginable pleasure washed over her face. "Bless your servant with your seed. Fill me, please!" Her voice had changed. Gone were the honeyed tones of Katie's dulcet accent, replaced with the layered whispers of Mother's divine character. But instead of being hostile and commanding as they had been the other times I had heard them, the thousands of whispers were warm and seductive. They were welcoming and encouraging. They were filled with an emotion that could almost be described as awe.

Dragging over her G-Spot and thumping into her cervix, gripping her hips and powering into her with almost no conscious control over my movements, I drove her right to the edge and tossed her into the chasmous abyss of pleasure; I followed almost immediately after.

As it turns out, men are not psychologically equipped to deal with the mind-melting pleasure of a shared orgasm. The world around me lit up; every fiber of my being glowed with euphoric, orgasmic bliss as the first explosive blast of my seed fired into her.

And then it all went dark as I passed the fuck out.

********

I couldn't tell you how long I was out, but when I awoke, I was lying flat on my back, covered in a sheen of sweat with aching muscles I didn't know I had. Katie was sprawled over my waist, her eyes back to their normal non-glowing color, but a look of serene contentment was plastered over her beautiful face as she alternated between taking long, luxurious licks of my withered shaft and scooping fingerfuls of my seed from her sex and feeding them into her mouth, groaning deeply each time she tasted me.

"Well, that was different," I groaned, trying to sit up and suddenly realizing how unbelievably thirsty I was.

"Mmmm, I imagine it was," She purred blissfully. "It was incredible! I drained some of your life force."

"You

what

?!?" I yelped, scrambling backward away from her.

"Yup, I shortened your life by a whole two-thirds of a second," she giggled, crawling forward and languishing back over my waist.

I paused and looked at her appraisingly, "W...Why would you do that?"

"You have no idea who you are, do you?" She grinned teasingly. I arched an eyebrow at her, suddenly feeling my patience start to wane. Mother rolled her eyes playfully and then sat herself up, crossing her legs and looking down at me as one hand casually and idly stroked her cum-soaked sex. "Okay, okay. I will tell you what you need to know."

I propped myself up onto an elbow and waited for her to continue.

"Okay, You said that Freja was planning on bringing other people here..."

"Yes, but you said that you would try to as well, but you couldn't promise anything."

"Well, yes, but Freja is more powerful than I am. She brought

you

here, after all, so her bringing other people here is a lot more doable than it is for me. The thing is, if her plan was for you to breed the women here because your children would be the leaders of some future generation, that wouldn't make sense."

"Wouldn't it?"

"No, because she has already told you that her plan could be achieved with the women who are already here. Why would she need to bring more?"

I frowned; that was a good point. "Okay, so what is her plan?"

Mother grinned widely. "That sneaky bitch is building an army. And I 100% support her decision," she paused, looking thoughtful. "Actually, it's been more than a thousand years since we have seen eye-to-eye on something."