Marooned in Paradise

Marooned on a jungle planet, Jack daily thanked providence for his only sentient companion, a telepathic shapeshifter named Luna. She was another castaway on this beautiful paradise of a world and after a chance meeting they became inseparable. They spent their days foraging and exploring the jungle, discovering hidden waterfalls and rushing streams, vibrant flora and exotic fauna, all against the backdrop of a variety of midnight-green to burgundy colored trees under a bluish-purple sky. The evenings were filled sharing stories of their home worlds and their backgrounds, and simply enjoying each other's company.

With the help of her telepathic abilities, Luna quickly learned English with a native-like proficiency, speaking it if her current shape possessed the necessary vocal equipment or projecting the words with her mind if not. She taught Jack how to make his thoughts available to her, allowing both of them to communicate telepathically. With no language barrier, their companionship quickly grew into a deep emotional bond. Their physical bond grew as well.

It began with a strong visual attraction. Clothing wasn't functional on a shapeshifter and over time Jack's had been worn threadbare and discarded. Being naked made it easier for Luna to appreciate Jack's trim well-muscled body, and Jack to appreciate whatever shape Luna had assumed.

Casual touches, a hand on an arm or a gentle touch on the back quickly wore down tactile barriers. Quick hugs turned into lingering embraces. An accidentally discovered ticklish reaction turned to tickling matches, which turned to playful grappling, and then to intense, but always friendly wrestling matches.

Cuddling under the stars turned into exploration, arousal, desire and ultimately, surrender. Whether cuddling, wrestling or making love, the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other always a delighted both of them.

Luna especially liked their wrestling matches. She loved anytime she could restrain him and feel his struggles against whatever shape she assumed, whether it was human, animal, alien or just some mythical creature she conjured up for the contest. The friendly competition and exercise would have been enough to make it worthwhile, but she enjoyed it in a way she didn't let on.

* * *

One afternoon, after a successful day of foraging, they stopped in a clearing to relax and bathe in the warm glow of the descending sun. After a brief rest, Luna, in the form of a short, stocky, grey, non-descript humanoid, turned to Jack with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Wanna wrestle?" she asked, her telepathic voice tinged with excitement.

Smiling, Jack nodded, "Sure."

"What would you like me to become?"

"Would you be interested in trying something new? Would you indulge me in an old fantasy?"

"If I can. What do you have in mind?" Luna replied, tilting her head in curiosity.

"Ever since I watched jungle movies as a kid, I've always wanted to try wrestling a snake, a big one. I know it's not realistic; real snakes are powerful animals, way too dangerous to mess with," he said, his eyes sparkling with the thought. He formed an image of a large constrictor in his mind and projected it to her, demonstrating how it attacked and overpowered its prey. He continued, finishing his thought, "but I've always thought that wrestling with one that wasn't actually trying to kill me would be fun."

Luna laughed, her melodious voice echoing in his mind. "I thought you were going to ask for something difficult. That'll be easy." With that, her body condensed into a churning blob, absorbing her head and limbs. After a moment, the blob elongated, forming the shape of the massive, twenty-foot python from his mental image. "Is that big enough?" she asked, her voice now a seductive whisper in his mind.

"Yes, but could you make it a bit thinner? I'd like your body to be a little sleeker, so I can get ahold of you with one hand anywhere along your length."

The snake's body thinned, and she asked, "How's that?"

"That's perfect.

"What do you want me to do?

"The idea is for you to try and get me in your grasp, then wrap around me and squeeze while I try to wrestle you off. No biting allowed, though. I don't want puncture wounds."

"You're no fun!" she chuckled. "Is there an end goal?" she asked as she flexed, stretched and undulated, fine tuning her movements in her new form.

"We'll figure it out as we go. How do you want to start?"

Without warning, Luna coiled her body, reared back, and sprang at Jack's head. He deflected the strike, but her momentum carried the first four feet of her body over his right shoulder. He tried to pull her off, but she gripped it with a half coil and started looping her body under his arm, across his back, around the other side and rolled a coil up towards his head. He pushed it away repeatedly, keeping it from reaching his head or encircling him, but it kept him occupied while she brought the front of her body up his back and snaked tightly around his neck. He shifted his attention to the new coil and grabbed it, preventing her from choking him, but in the process, lost control of the one she was now wrapping around his waist.

She completed the coil and wrapped two more around his legs. As he worked on loosening the coil around his neck, she relaxed the grip on his waist and pulled the coil higher, retightening it around his midsection. Facing the dilemma of two simultaneous threats, he divided his attention. He gripped her just behind her head and started unwinding her from his neck while pushing at the lower coil with his other hand and forearm to prevent her from getting it any higher on his chest.

She inch-wormed the rest of her coils higher, moving them from his legs to encircle his stomach and waist, and finished by looping the rest of her tail around his thigh. Using that as an anchor, she started squeezing his abdomen with her body in an ever-tightening spiral. Grunting with effort, he succeeded in pulling her off his neck and pried her off his shoulder, but when he slipped his arms under the next coil to lever it away from his body, she shifted her grip and quickly snaked around his chest. With his arms pinned to his torso he struggled and squirmed, gasping for breath as she squeezed tighter and tighter.

Using all his strength in a desperate move, he arced his arms out and up, managing to slip the coil up, over his shoulders and head, momentarily freeing his upper body. He started working on the next coil, but she was ready. Slightly relaxing her hold, she allowed him to get both arms underneath it as he tried to repeat the maneuver. This time she clamped down, holding his arms while she snaked the front of her body around his chest, reestablishing her earlier hold and more. Breathing became more difficult by the second as she continued tightening her grip around his chest.

Pushing against the coils on his chest with his trapped arms he was able to relieve enough pressure to get a few gasping breaths, but he was still running short of air. Fatigue set in, and with the need to breath becoming urgent, he mentally conceded, thinking, "You win," and slumped to the ground.

Luna, delighted as always by the rough play maintained her hold. Satisfied that her head was behind Jack, out of his view she closed her eyes, partially opened her mouth and tilted her head back in extasy as waves of sexual pleasure coursed through her.

He thought, a with bit of urgency, "Luna, take it easy, I need to breath!"

She thought her reply with a hint of mischief, "I'll let go when you stop struggling." He did and she relaxed her grip, the waves of pleasure subsiding. She laughed as she began unwinding from his body. "That was fun. You put up a pretty good fight."

"Remember, I said 'not actually trying to kill me'."

"Sorry. I guess I didn't realize how formidable that form was until I tried it. Wanna go again?"

Rapidly panting at first, then slowing his respiration, taking several deep breaths he answered, "I'd love to. Give me a couple of minutes to catch my breath and get my strength back, and I'll try and give you a better effort."

"Sounds good. I won't squeeze so hard this time. I'll make it more even, so you'll be able to resist longer," And added, just to herself,

And I can feel more of that delicious writhing and squirming.

As he rested, he reflected on her raw power and the physical effort he had to expend just to hold her at bay for a brief while. Even in defeat he enjoyed the intensity of the struggle, but if she went easier on him, he would be able to better enjoy the feel of her body and the experience of wrestling against this sinewy form. He wanted to feel her grip his body in ways that no humanoid form could.

She dialed the snake's strength down by almost half and restarted the contest with the same aggressive move. He was ready for it this time and caught her by the neck in mid-air with his right hand. She thrashed, trying to sling her body close enough to get a hold of him but he grabbed that with his left hand, temporarily stymieing her attack.

The tactical victory was short lived as she coiled around his right arm, gripped it and pulled her head and neck from his grasp. She tried to do the same with his left arm, but he twisted and dodged, keeping her from securing a hold. His attention was focused there until he felt the grip on his right arm shift as she snaked up towards his shoulder. When she started sliding over his shoulder he let go of her body and used his left hand to stop her progress before she could complete a coil around his neck. Pulling her loose, he thought he had a small victory until he felt her wrapping around his stomach, and before he could react, she wrapped a coil around his waist and rolled several more around his thigh.

Jack reached down to peel her off his leg. She let him pull the coils off his thigh but when he had enough of her tail loose, she quickly wrapped it around his wrist, trapping his hand. As he tried to pull his left arm free, she snaked around his chest, again pinning his arms. Pulling and twisting, trying to get free, he lost his balance and fell to the ground. With her lighter grip this time, he wasn't being suffocated, and continued his struggles, writhing and twisting, and trying to wriggle his arms free until eventually he realized he was hopelessly trapped.

"OK, you win again. You can let go of me now."

Bringing her mind back to reality from her near orgiastic pleasure, she took a deep cleansing breath and released him. She thought a reply, "You did much better that time. You might actually escape with some more practice."

He enjoyed this match much better, being able to dwell on the feel of her cool scaled body on his, the feel of her grip trapping him. Sitting up, he said, "Let's find out."

Those three words were music to her ears. She was dying for another match to complete what she started and resolved to try a less successful technique that would take longer, maybe much longer to subdue him. Before he could stand up, she stretched out, snared one of his legs and pulled the bulk of her body towards his. She rolled a coil around his thighs and started to work higher but Jack grabbed her body, stopping her progress. Luna quickly looped a coil around his wrist. He pulled it off, but she looped it around his other hand. He pulled it loose only to have her repeat the process and they went back and forth until she got a hold on both wrists, handcuffing him.

Jack struggled to free a hand, either hand, as she slowly encircled his waist and started rolling a coil up, over his upper arms, around his chest. Ever so slightly loosening the hold on his wrists she allowed him to pull one hand free, and then push the coil off the other. He peeled the partial coil off his chest, and started twisting, trying to break the hold of the next coil. Gripping his arm she shifted the bulk of her weight higher, momentarily pushing him down on his back, but he managed to keep some control, preventing her from completely ensnaring him.

They rolled on the ground, both vying for control. She took her time, slowly pulling free from his hold and entangled him with loose coils, advancing almost inch by inch. Even when she had her coils where she wanted, she took her time to tighten them, even letting him pull a couple off, just to replace them with a better hold.

With her arousal nearing a peak and Jack's upper arms pinned again, Luna decided it was time to complete her victory. She wrapped the last of her tail around his neck and pulled against the top of his shoulder to tighten her other coils. Gripping his upper body, she snaked her tail tighter around his neck and repeated the process. The tighter she made her grip, the more Jack thrashed and struggled until, finally, waves of extasy crashed over her. She carefully reveled in her pleasure, not showing Jack any sign of what she was experiencing.

Jack was trapped again. Luna still had her original hold on his leg and now held him captive with her body wound around his in a tight ascending spiral. He relished the feel of her gripping his entire body, arresting his movements with a light squeezing force. He could feel her sinewy muscles flex against his and feel her smooth scales slide across his skin as she slithered tighter around his neck. Trapped again, with no hope of escape, he stopped struggling to get free and conceded.

After the third try left him exhausted and her satisfied, she shifted back to a humanoid form. They relaxed on the carpet of soft moss and cuddled, basking in the enjoyment of the spirited encounter they had just shared. Jack replayed the contest in his mind, reliving the feel of her clinging grip as she slowly took control, defeating his efforts to free himself, and said, "You'll never know how much I love wrestling with you, especially when you add a fantasy to it. That was exactly what I had in mind, exactly what I wanted to experience."

She replied, "I love it too." Again, to herself, she added,

And you'll never know how much I love it either

, as she reflected on the long slow buildup to the orgasm she enjoyed while overpowering him the third time. The less he knew, the easier it was for her to keep the relationship under her control.

* * *

They enjoyed some of the fruits and vegetables they'd collected during the day and settled down, refreshed by the cool air that drifted over them as the night replaced the dusk. They watched the sky above them become a canvas of twinkling stars and listened to the nightlife as the jungle created a symphony around them.

Luna shifted back to one of Jack's favorite shapes and he paused to take in her breathtaking beauty. A tall, athletic, humanoid female with large wideset deep blue eyes that complimented her pale blue complexion. Her flawless skin muted the bulges of her muscular frame, giving her more the appearance of supple strength than raw power. Her small, exquisitely shaped firm breasts, smooth torso and hairless vagina looked completely human and inviting. Her face gave just a hint of high cheekbones and a firm jaw, enough to make him notice but not enough to draw all his attention. It suggested inner strength without sacrificing femininity. Her shiny metallic silver hair, that shone like tinsel, perfectly framed her face with bangs that arced into the longer hair cascading down her shoulders. It was full and thick but didn't quite hide her long, delicate, pointed ears.

Elven

, he thought to himself.

No not elven, more catlike.

Luna could feel the strong reaction he had to the blue humanoid temptress and always kept this shape just out of his sexual reach. Better to leave him wanting just a little more. It was another tool she used to stay in control.

As they lay watching the dense starfield, Jack stroked her silvery hair and pulled her close. She nuzzled his neck, her breath warm against his chest.

"Thank you, Luna," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude and affection. "For everything."

Luna smiled, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "We're in this together, Jack. I'm glad to be here for you."

His companionship was a lifeline to her lonely soul in this uninhabited world, and she always wanted to please him. It wasn't exactly a sacrifice, though; she enjoyed the sex as much as he did and more. She felt guilty about the secret orgasms she enjoyed while they wrestled but she wasn't about stop them. She just wanted him to be satisfied too. She nuzzled his neck again briefly and then whispered to him, "I want to try something. You game?"

He replied, "Always."

Suddenly, Luna's body began to shift and contort, her form giving way to a new, plant-like creature. Her face and torso remained humanoid, but her limbs transformed into leafy, vine-like tentacles that curled and twisted as they branched out from her body. Jack couldn't be sure of the color in the gathering darkness, but he guessed it was some shade of green. His eyes widened in wonder as he gazed at the breathtaking beauty before him.

Luna's face, now framed by delicate, flower-like petals, smiled at Jack, her eyes sparkling with a gentle, ethereal light. Jack reached out, his fingers tracing the contours of her face, his touch gentle and reverent. He stroked her cheeks, her forehead, and her lips, marveling at the soft velvet skin and the surrounding dark tipped white petals. At first, he thought the petals too delicate to touch but she gently took his hand with a tendril and guided it to one. Touching it he realized it was more substantial than he originally thought, more like an ear than part of a fragile flower. He took it between his thumb and fingers, gently massaging, causing Luna to close her eyes for a few seconds, smile and shiver in delight. Leaning his head to one on the other side of her face he warmed it with his breath and ran his tongue over it from the base outward. Taking the tip in his mouth he gently held it with his lips and stroked it with his tongue as she let out a long sigh of contentment.

Responding to his touch, her tentacles slowly unfurled from her body, reached out and twinned around him, their gentle, rhythmic squeezing a soothing balm to Jack's tired muscles. The main tentacles wrapped around his chest and waist, holding him close, while the smaller tendrils crept around his limbs and affectionately brushed against his face. Jack felt a deep sense of comfort and security, as if he were being cradled by mother nature herself.

As they gazed into each other's eyes, their bodies began to respond to each other's intimate touch. Jack's arousal grew, and he could sense Luna's own passion rising to meet his. They leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, exploratory kiss. Pulling back slightly, Jack gently ran the tip of his tongue back and forth over her lips before sliding it into her mouth to play with hers. As the kiss deepened and their tongues danced together, their breathing increased demonstrating their rising passion.

The tentacles around Jack's body seemed to respond to her growing arousal, their gentle squeezing becoming more insistent, more urgent. Jack's hands roamed Luna's body, tracing the curves of her torso, exploring the shape of her breasts, the soft, leafy texture of her tentacles, and started to get an erection. Cupping one of her breasts, enjoying the feel of the firm mound of flesh, he began moving his hand in a small circle and felt her nipple harden under his palm. He marveled at the way her form could be so alien and yet feel so natural.

Luna gently stroked Jack's ear and neck with a tendril while running another up the inside of his thigh, stroking his sack with a light teasing touch. Their kisses grew more fervent, and their bodies pressed together as they surrendered to their desires. Jack's erection was now complete, and Luna pulled him towards her, her gestures telling him she was ready. He penetrated her pussy and paused for a few seconds, taking in the sensation of the slightly coarse, cool, wet opening that gently griped and massaged his cock. He started thrusting, riding her slowly at first, but faster as she began to moan and tighten her tentacles around him.