James had been wandering this godforsaken island for days searching for his acquaintances. Sometimes he’d find different footprints in the muddy woods only for them to suddenly disappear. Quite puzzling to an inexperienced tracker such as him. Which is why he sorely hoped to find the hunter who was on board. Pearson might have been his name. Or at least the false one given James. But what did it matter now? The freak storm, electronic failures, and now separation with no hope of unification nor salvation. James’ fiancée would know by now that he wasn’t on a business trip.
He’d paid a hefty sum for this trip. Almost as much as the engagement ring. Right now he was meant to be having his last hurrah on a different island. One filled with beautiful women who didn’t have “no” in their vocabulary. Women would do what the arranged wives of these men would not. So the men might have memories while having missionary sex the rest of their lives.
“Perhaps this is my karma. Stranded on an island with nothing but this weird fruit to eat. To drink from streams as a wild animal does. At least I shall die faithful to my Liza.” James had taken to talking to himself in absence of others. But this time a girlish giggle rang out in the forest.
“Is someone there?” There had been no women on their ship for obvious reasons. Perchance a native to the island hung about and could act as guide. James felt hope for the first time in days. “Hello?”
“Hello!” A playful voice called back.
“I could use a bit of help, Madame.”
“Madame?” A woman wrinkling her nose appeared before James. She wore nothing but her long dark curls around her breasts. “Is that my name?”
James paused taking in the absolute vision standing before him. Her face radiated innocence. Her dark eyes were large, almost preternaturally so. The smile upon her face was not one practiced in the mirror. It shone brightly like a woman who had not yet known heartbreak or life’s other troubles. But she had the body of the most delectable whore.
“Well , sir, is that my name?”
“Whatever do you mean? Do you not know your name?”
“I don’t have one. I am a nymph of the forest. Here to guide you to comfort as I did your friends.”
“My friends? You’ve seen the other men?”
“Of course! I will take you to them.” The woman held out her hand and James readily took it. After a few steps the forest around them transformed into a paradise.
“Here is my fruit that I share with you.” She grabbed another fruit unfamiliar to James. But when he bit into it the juice ran down his and the sweetness that hit his tongue was incomparable. After he gorged himself upon the fruit the nymph leaned in and licked his chin clean. She didn’t immediately move away but let her lips hover less than an inch from his. Then she abruptly turned away and bent over.
The nymph was gathering various flowers from the forest floor. James was staring at her glistening sex. His hardness twitched in his pants. The image of him undoing them and sliding into her ready hole began burning into his mind. But as soon as he took a step forward the nymph sprung up. “You smell horrible! Let’s make you clean.”
James sat in a hot spring made fragrant by the various flowers. His thoughts were only of the nameless nymph. How her ample buttocks jiggled as skipped to the spring. How she bit her lip when he removed his shirt. How her already large eyes grew larger still once he removed his pants. The blush that spread over her face as she scurried off to clean his clothes. Even after his long soak his erection was still painfully hard. So he ducked behind a tree and jerked himself to completion. Thoughts of violating the nymph fueling his hand.
“Stranger!” Her voice rang out just as he dotted some mushrooms with his seed.
He followed her voice into a grove of trees. The fruit hanging from them were not ones he’d every seen. A hole in the ground suggested the nymph had stopped her gardening to aid him. In the middle of the grove James found her naked on a bed of woven grass and flowers. “Let us rest while you clothes dry.”
“The thing between your legs. What is it? It looked very different before.” The curiosity in her eyes extended to her hand as she reached for his member and held it. “It’s changing again!”
A clueless virgin lay next to James and a wicked thought passed through his head. Perhaps this *was* the better island. “I will show you.”
James spread her legs apart and positioned himself between them. Heretofore he’d only been with whores and family maids. Then the engagement came and he stopped…well cumming. To take a woman’s maidenhead excited him. He slid in slowly and the nymph winced once their bodies fully joined. James found himself in the wettest and tightest hole he’d ever explored. Lust took over. A virgin such as her, one unaware of men, would not know he could ease her pain.
The lost traveler drove into her fast and rough. Her grip became tighter and her wetness seemed never ending. James sweated profusely over her. Was it the earlier wank or the desire for this to never end that kept him going so long at such a pace? He didn’t know. The nymph looked at him with tears streaming down her face, brows furrowed in pain, curiosity still in her eyes. The trusting innocence to allow him to inflict his harm pushed James over the edge. Shuddering, he blew his load deep inside her.
“You’ve made a mess inside of me.” The nymph pushed James shoulders until his face was level with his dripping load. “Clean it.” She giggled but held him there. It was more cum than he’d ever produced and he wasn’t keen to taste it. But she had been a trooper so he gave a lick and only tasted the fruit she had feed him. Soon his tongue was deep in her hole cleaning the last drop. While he was down there he might as well show her something else. His attentions moved to her pearl. A symphony of moans and sighs escaped her plump lips until she shook on his face.
Panting and gasping for breath James laid back next to the beautiful creature. The nymph took his limp sex in her hand. “It changes shape, hurts, and makes a mess then? How very strange.” Her soft hands stroked him back to a painful hardness. “Oh dear!”
Still drenched in his perspiration and exhausted James’ baser instincts took over. “You’ve changed it again. I must now release inside of you.”
The woodland entity quickly looked withdrew her hand. “But I am sore.”
“Quite right. But darling you have another entrance for me to sate myself.” Rolling her over he spread her cheeks to view her tight and puckered hole. His spit hit its mark and soon he slowly penetrated her. But then he remembered this was a creature clueless of men. Bringing the nymph to her knees he took her as roughly as before. She screamed in pain but the friction and tightness excited him. Seeing her jiggle as he drove deep into her. Exquisite. He spent himself and fell on top her. Listening to her whimpers as he grew soft almost kept James from losing his erection but he was truly done this time.
“I think it’s time to meet your friends.” The nymph woke James from his deep slumber. He was still exhausted. But setting eyes on the girl unsettled his soul. The bright eyes and smile had been replaced with fear. Of him.
“Hey now.” He cradled her face and for the first time their lips met. James fell back to his back wheezing. His exhaustion amplified and a new erection growing. The nymph giggled before mounting him.
“You mortal men all remain the same. You come to my island and defile it with your presence. Before defiling me. You’ve met your friends and sucked their seed from me.” James did not have the strength to throw her off. “Now cum inside me for the third time and give me your life.” He was unable to do anything but follow her command. She rode him expertly until he gave his seed and life.
The nymph kicked him into the open hole she had dug for him. And a tree immediately sprang from the Earth.
Sensing another ship going to the fictional island she called another storm. The base desires of men in this age made a buffet beyond her imagination. Soon the succubus nymph would cry tears of delight as her holes filled with cum. And her grove of graves would grow.
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