Chapter 23

Authors note.

Due to some unforeseen creative issues with this story, I have had to put it on the shelf for the time being. This will be the last chapter posted in this series for a while. Eventually, I will get back to it and finish it, but it will need a whole rewrite for the earlier chapters for any of the later plans to make any sort of sense. I rushed, basically. I can only apologize to those of you who have been following the story and have enjoyed it, as well as offer my heartfelt thanks for your support for it. I will keep you all posted with any updates in due course.

The blinding heat that raged through me was like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt bigger, I felt stronger, I just felt more. In the back of my mind, I was back in the temple, my adoring harem girls arrayed around me in desperate, feverish supplication as my newest prize, my most recent conquest, looked up at me in a mix of reverent apprehension and unspeakable carnal need. The hunger behind her wide and dilated eyes sang tribute to her craving, wrote sonnets to my greatness, and spoke volumes of the moment. It was like the culmination of a lifetime’s worth of lust and yearning was being realized with every stalking step I took toward her.

Caroline leaned back against Robyn, licking her parted, panting lips as I approached, spreading her legs and presenting her bald, soaked core to the man who now owned her.

And I really did own her.

Everything about her was mine. Not just her body but the very essence of her. I could almost see it, the bond, the connection that linked us. The love, the adoration, the immeasurable devotion flowing out of her. This wasn’t a submission in the classical sense; she wasn’t giving up her control to me; this was more. This was her complete and abject surrender; this was dedicating and sacrificing her whole being on the altar of my simple presence in her life.

Sure, she wanted sex. She wanted to be fucked ... She wanted to spend a lifetime with me inside any one of her eager holes, worshipping and pleasuring me for every waking moment if she could, and she would commit as much time and energy as she was able to keep me satisfied; I didn’t need her words to tell me that. But this moment was more than that; the sex was almost a side effect. This was us connecting, this was me claiming her, and this was her giving herself to me in a way that none of my other girls, not even Hayley, had done. I was a Demigod, and she was making herself my first knowing devotee. This was her commitment to me. This transcended the Island’s influence; this was more than the uncontrolled hunger that burned through us all. This was me taking my rightful place and taking what was mine.

Nothing else mattered

All other concerns were washed away by the tide of my desire.

Ray, the possession, Zoe, food, shelter, rescue, home; all of it was lost to the heat of this moment.

The only things that existed were the women in the room and the soul of one of them that was about to be ripped from the hands of its creator and taken as my own.

Caroline, leaning back with her head against Robyn’s supple breasts, breathing hard, and with her legs spread wide, was offering herself to me in the best way that she knew how, and I was going to take full advantage. The hungry purr that fell from her lips was suddenly replaced by an excited yelp as she was flipped onto her knees. My strong hands moved her as if she weighed nothing at all and bent her over the still-seated form of Robyn. Caroline’s spine arched itself as she looked back pleadingly over her shoulder at me; whether the move was subconscious or intentional didn’t matter, she was presenting herself to me.

I lined myself up with her dripping, needy, desperately hungry entrance, earned a few yelped mewls and a tremble of her legs when I drummed my cock possessively against her throbbing, peeking clit. And thrust forward ... hard.

My cock impaled her like an ancient spear gutting a vanquished foe.

There was a time and a place for gentleness, for tenderness, for showing my girls the affection they deserved in unquantifiable measure. This wasn’t it. This was a claiming in the same way warriors claimed a battlefield and the spoils of war. It was violent, it was savage, and it left no room for doubt. The scream that ripped out of Caroline’s lips sang to the brutality and finality of it as her head threw itself back and her spine bowed itself harder. I wasted no time and started to thrust into her. Long, deep, and increasingly powerful strokes that pulled my cock back to the very tip, barely held inside her spread lips, before crashing back into her.

By the gods, she was tight. Her dripping tunnel caressed my full length with a strength and a power that I had never felt before. Like every wall and every muscle was trying to both push me out and pull me in deeper at the same time. I may not have looked any bigger, not that I had actually looked, and certainly not as big as I had been in the vision, but I definitely felt bigger, at least compared to the tightness of the sheath I was driving into. There was a resistance to her pussy, a challenge like it was telling me that I would need to work to claim it, and although it was more than willing, I would need to earn the right to have it as my prize. It was a challenge I was ready to meet. I swung my hand back and landed a hard, loud slap on her bouncing ass. The handprint - the first of many marks I would leave on her flawless skin - burned itself into existence as my other hand reached up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back harder, and redoubled my pace.

Caroline was lost. The few brief glimpses of her face that the angle allowed me to get showed her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, her mouth hung open, and the pleasured mewling and panting that I had heard from my other girls were coming out of her in a series of deep, animal grunts. She wasn’t moaning, screaming, or panting with pleasure; the air was being fucked out of her lungs with the power of every thrust. Robyn moved - sitting herself up a little from the lounging, laid-back position she had been in - and my eyes snapped up to her, suddenly remembering that Caroline and I weren’t the only members of this little moment. But she wasn’t looking at me; her dilated eyes were fixed entirely on the newest member of our group. She sat herself up and leaned forward to kiss Caroline’s parted lips while her hands slid down her chest and cupped her swinging, C-cup tits, thumbing her nipples and flicking her fingers over them.

Caroline’s eyes snapped back into focus for a moment, just as surprised by the movement as I had been before they closed again, and she kissed Robyn back feverishly as if every shred of pleasure being fucked into her insensate body needed to be shared lest it overwhelmed her. There was more movement. Hayley approached me from where I had left her behind me and pressed herself against my side, her molten core grinding against my tensed thigh as her hands touched me, one stroking through the hair on my chest while the other rested on my ass and encouraged me to fuck Caroline harder. Hannah was right behind her and pressed up against the other side of me, her pillowy breasts pressed against my side as she, too, rode my thigh, But whereas Hayley was looking down at the intoxicating sight of Caroline’s inner walls being pulled out of her with every withdrawal of my cock, then smashed back into her, Hannah leaned up to nuzzle her lips into the side of my neck, mewling and purring as the jolts of my thrust dragged over her sopping cunt.

I halfheartedly looked around for Katie but wasn’t too concerned when I didn’t see her. She was probably behind us, touching herself to the sights and the sounds in front of her. She was the most distant of the group, and it didn’t surprise me that she wasn’t keen on welcoming in yet another girl who would be above her in the pecking order. My head snapped down, however, when I felt it; a tongue flicking over the base of my cock as it rutted into Caroline’s spasming snatch and then up over her clit; hot breaths and whimpered moans wafted over us both as Katie - having somehow tucked herself beneath us - tongued and tasted our juices as they leaked out of my newest pet. I growled loudly at the new sensation, Caroline’s squeals into Robyn’s lips became louder, and the wetness around my cock, leaking onto my balls, became a torrent before the first of her orgasms ripped into her.

It was almost soundless. A silent scream of pleasure into the lips of her new harem sister. Caroline’s body started thrashing and bucking, fucking herself back onto my still-pistoning dick and vibrating so hard that it felt like she was battery-operated. Her cunt clamped down onto me like nothing I could even imagine; if it wasn’t for the incredible levels of animal lust and the Island-enhanced staying power, I’m pretty sure it would have actually hurt or at least pushed me out of her, but instead, I dug deep into the well of my new endurance and fucked into her even harder. Smashing my cock deeper and faster into her and crushing her throbbing G-spot with every vicious thrust, stretching her around me, tighter and tighter, building her higher, not letting her come down from the blinding, mind-melting pleasure that I was fucking into her. My heavy balls swung forward to slap into Katie’s face as I took Caroline.

There was no other way to put it: Caroline was being taken.

Another hard slap on her ass ratcheted up her pleasure, but this one didn’t come from me; my hands were firmly attached to one of her hips and holding tightly onto her hair, pulling her back onto me with just as much force as I was fucking into her. No, this one came from Hayley; she looked at me with an Impish smile as I turned to face her. She grinned mischievously before crushing her lips to mine, confirming and advertising her place as the Queen of our group.

“Fuck her hard, baby,” she purred as our lips parted. “Make her yours.”

“Yes, Daddy, fuck her brains out,” Robyn giggled with flushed cheeks and dilated eyes as she looked up at me, finally breaking the kiss with the still cumming Caroline. “Make her take it hard. Make her cum again and again,”

Katie’s lips were too busy for her to say anything.

“Oh my fucking god!!” Caroline screamed, her voice finally found in the fog of her pleasure. “Fuck me! Take me! Use me! Fucking own me! I am yours, My Lord! Please don’t stop, fuck me full of your God-seed!”

Hannah’s lips giggled into the side of my throat as she licked the sweat off it. “You heard her, Daddy, use her little cunt!”

Caroline’s head snapped to the side so she could look back over her shoulder at me, her eyes dark and glinting with the insane amounts of lust flowing through her. “This is your cunt, My Lord! You own it! You own all of me. Fuck it, use it, break it, fill it, and cast me aside for our Queen ... oh my God ... Fuck it full and then take my ass; yours will be the first dick ever in there. Make me suck you clean and worship your cock before you fuck my ass! ... Oh fuck, yes! ... Fuck your cunt! Fuck your cunt! FUCK YOUR CUNT; I’M FUCKING CUMMING AGAINNNN!!”

Her words devolved into another shrill, breathless scream as her eyes rolled into her skull again, and her head slumped forward into Robyn’s pert little chest. Katie’s face got doused with the spray of Caroline’s explosive and gushing orgasm as it squirted past my relentlessly thrusting cock. The clamp of her cunt was starting to have an effect, and I could feel that familiar churn starting to announce itself.

“Our Queen...” Hayley grinned next to me, her seductive, lustful gaze still fixed on my cock as my cock hammered into Caroline’s dripping hole. “ ... I like the sound of that. Okay, you can keep her.”

I breathed out a panted laugh as I kept pounding into Caroline, pulling her back onto me and making her take the full force of every hammering thrust. I could feel her orgasm waning, the strength in her limbs holding her up was failing, and all of her weight started to slump as the pleasure overtook her. The screams and pledges, the offerings and the supplications, all of them devolved into an almost constant drone of a long, drawn-out moan. Her old life had ended, just as mine had with the vision. Her new life - as the first woman to devote herself to me and my service, knowing who I was and what that life would entail, yet freely choosing it anyway - was just beginning. We both knew it; I felt it in the bond that seemed to link us. I wasn’t sure if any of the other girls around us felt it, too. My attention wasn’t on them; everything about me descended onto the feeling of my new beauty cumming around me.

I wasn’t just going to cum inside her. I had cum inside more women more times since I had been on the Island than in my entire life combined before. Only Hayley potentially held more meaning, being my first and my favorite, but this was different. Neither of us was lost to the haze of the Island’s influence. We weren’t being controlled or even manipulated. This was a choice made by both of us, knowing exactly what it meant, even if we didn’t understand how or why these things were happening. This was us, and it was real. She was already mine, bonded with me in the same way as the others, but I knew - without having any real understanding of how - that my climax, my seed being pumped into her, would be different. It would consume her permanently.

And in that moment, I wanted nothing on earth as much as I wanted that.

My pace picked up, somehow keeping that driving, possessive rhythm as I fucked all of me into her. This was it; this was meaning. Everything in the world, when it was boiled down to the basics, was about sex, everything except sex. Sex was about Power ... which meant that everything else was too. In power lived meaning. In meaning, lived purpose. And in purpose, lived destiny. Caroline wasn’t just a willing fuck toy; she was a devotee, a disciple. The other girls were not just a harem; they were the core of what would become my followers. And my followers were the foundations of my army. All of it was clear, all of it made sense, in every violent, powerful thrust, I could see the possibilities and the plans of the future yawning out before me. Countless paths, choices innumerable, all of it there for the taking. And all of it would begin with one simple decision.

Acceptance.

I had fought all of it; through futile modesty and misplaced humility, I had convinced myself that there was nothing special about me. That I was just me. But it wasn’t true, no matter how often or how vehemently I told myself that it was. Everything about my life was more now. I was more. My bloodline had been kissed by divinity countless generations ago, the seed of a plan laid when humanity was still in its comparative infancy, and now I was here to reap the rewards. All I had to do was accept my fate and lean into it.

Caroline was murmuring and groaning incoherently into Robyn’s lips. The energy had been sapped from her body by the relentless power of the orgasms I had fucked into her. Robyn’s hands were on Caroline’s pebbled nipples and palming her swinging breasts. Katie was still beneath her, her face and her hair drenched in the excretions of Caroline’s climax. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear the strained, panted breaths as she tried to breathe while continuing her tonguing of my pistoning cock and Caroline’s pummelled pussy. Hayley was still pressed against me; her lips were parted, and her eyes were dilated as she kept watching my newest girl being taken. The power of Caroline’s orgasms had left Hayley panting for one of her own. Hannah, on the other leg, was lost. She was humping herself against me harder and faster, listening to the sounds of the room, especially the whimpers of Caroline’s pleasure, with her eyes closed and her lips still working at my neck. The wetness running down my thigh was almost enough to match the love juices running out of Caroline and dripping off my balls.

I could feel my own high building; I could feel it getting closer as my pace picked up, and I forced every inch of my granite hard spear into Caroline’s weeping sheath over and over again. The grunts and cries of pleasure and passion burst from her lips again as her mind registered the re-energized efforts. Her head snapped to the side again, looking back into my eyes as mine stared into her soul.

“You are mine!” I grunted breathlessly through my exertions. “You belong to me!”

“Yes, fuck yes!”

My cock was hardening. I could feel it swelling, and the look in her eyes told me she more than felt it, too. I was beating my tightening balls against her swollen clit with every savage, possessive thrust, their swing only interrupted by the positioning of Katie’s face. I was fucking her forward hard enough to crash her face into Robyn’s, but my iron-firm grip on her hair wasn’t letting her body move far enough for impact. She was being held in place and made to take the full rampant force of me.

“You are my slut, you are my pet, you are my lover, you are my...” Clarity slapped into sharp focus. Suddenly, I knew. “You are my Herald!”

Caroline’s eyes widened as the meaning of it and the clarity that came with it smashed into her. “Yes! Oh fuck yes, My Lord! I am your herald, your harbinger, your messenger ... I am your voice!” She screamed as her core started to clamp down onto me again. “Fill me, my King, make me yours forever and grant meaning to my life! ... Fuck, please, cum inside me! Cum in me! CuminmecuminmeCUMINME FUCKIMCUMMINGGGG AGAINNNN!!”

Caroline shattered on my cock. Every single part of her, inside and out, emotional, psychological, physical, and spiritual, broke like the mirror of her soul as her entire existence devolved into pure euphoric bliss. The scream that ripped into the air was enough to chill souls and send nations off to war. I reverberated around the room, reinforcing itself over and over before crashing back into us ... Hannah screamed out, too, and flooded over my leg, her lips trembling against my throat as the pleasure and sensuality of the moment overtook her. Robyn came too, moaning loud and panting fast as, unseen by me, Katie worked her fingers into her. Hayley purred, close to the edge herself, watching and basking in the whole scene before leaning in and breathing into my ear.

“ ... Do it ... Sire,”

I exploded into Caroline. Hayley came with us. Their screams and my roar echoed together in the air as my cock started spraying my seed into her. Pulsing powerful ropes of my seed splashed into her, hard enough for her to feel each one hitting her spasming walls. My legs were trembling, my whole body was vibrating with the relentless waves of pleasure that washed through me, and my eyes lost focus even as my hands on her tightened their grip. Every savage, stabbing, rutting thrust was a thing of uncontrolled instinct, my body acting on the need to fill my siren without any conscious input from my mind ... that was busy elsewhere.

Reality crumpled, and dimensions blurred. We were in the temple again, then back in the bunker, then on the beach where we landed, then on the top of a mountain with lightning bolts slamming violently into the earth. We were at sea in the middle of a raging tempest. We were on an altar at the base of a massive pyramid, tens of thousands of people crowded below us to witness our moment, we were laying claim to a victorious battlefield, and then we were back in the bunker ... Everything went dark as the full volume and measure of my claim poured into my Herald.

When the fog of my pleasure finally cleared, I was flat on my back, panting heavily, and my body sheened with sweat as Hayley kissed and stroked my chest. Hannah, with a serene and satisfied smile on her lips, was curled up on the other side of me, watching Hayley. I lifted my head to look around and saw Caroline on her back with her eyes locked on mine, beaming happily and proudly as Katie lapped my seed from between her widely spread legs. Mewling happily as, behind her, Robyn used her tongue to return the pleasure Katie had given her.

“Welcome back,” Hayley purred, her voice barely above a whisper as she tilted her head up to look at me. “I should be jealous. You’ve never passed out from fucking me.”

“ ... Yet,” I smiled back, leaning down and pressing my lips to hers. The coo from the watching Caroline and the purr from the cuddling Hannah echoed around the room before we broke our kiss.

She grinned up at me, that fire in her eyes that always seemed at its brightest when we were with the others. Hayley loved our alone time, but there was something about watching and about being watched, having the others join us, that really did it for her. “Ladies,” she said, her voice holding a little more weight of authority than I was used to or was expecting. “Our King is in need of the worship he deserves from his harem. Come.”

The sound of moans and the shuffles of movement flooded my ears, the symphony of an invitation accepted. Hayley’s position as my favorite had never been questioned; it had never even been brought up, not by her or anyone else. It was an unspoken truth of our group. I was in some form of relationship with all of them, but Hayley and I were together. It was a subtle but very clear distinction. I wasn’t sure why Caroline chose to refer to her as the Queen - the obvious counterpoint to my position as God-king - but as soon as the words left her lips, there seemed to be a communal acceptance of the truth of them. So when their Queen spoke, the others obeyed.

Hannah was the first to move, or at least, being the closest to me after Hayley, was the first to begin her worship of me as she lifted her head, looked lustfully into my eyes, leaned down, and dragged her tongue along my chest.

The island was a hot place; even inside the bunker, where it was cooler than the surface, it was still pretty warm, and I had just been partaking in some pretty vigorous physical exertion with my fucking of Caroline; my skin was sheened with the thick, musky layer of sweat. Hannah shuddered in pleasure as the taste of me smeared onto her tongue. I could only groan as my head rested back against the dusty bunker floor as another tongue dragged up the defined muscles of my abdomen, and another started licking Hannah’s cum off my thigh, the same moans echoing from the faceless sets of lips, as two more mouths attached themselves to my semi-hard cock. Aside from Hayley looking over them and Hannah working at my chest and obstructing my view below, I had no idea whose lips were where.

For the briefest of moments, my mind flashed back to a movie I had seen years ago: Keanu Reeves being covered by the hungry vampiresses in Dracula. His body prone and exposed as a group of horny, nubile, gorgeous young things clambered all over him with the sole intention of pleasuring him. But whereas that character squirmed and fought against the horror of his situation, I basked in the glory of mine. My mind was changing, growing, expanding; this was my domain. These were my women ... not sluts, not toys, and not brainwashed thralls; these were my women. I was their king. I was their god, and if they chose these means to express their devotion, I wasn’t going to question it.

I was accepting my place in this new world.

My view of the drab, grey, dank ceiling of the bunker was blocked out as Hayley, apparently satisfied by the efforts of her girls, turned her heated gaze to mine, leaned forward, and pressed her lips deeply and passionately against mine. The hunger in her touch was palpable; there was a craving there, a yearning, a need to express some emotion that was completely failed by words and could only be expressed with a gesture as simple yet profound as a kiss. As soon as my lips parted to kiss her back, she melted into me. Her body folded into the side of mine, her molten center pressing itself back to the soaked thigh that she had cum against, her heaving breasts pressed against my chest, and she moaned into my lips. All I could do was groan my pleasure back into hers as a set of lips slid from the tip of my cock all the way to my base in a single slow, deliberate movement, and another hungry mouth sucked against my balls.

The whimpered mewls, the hungry purrs, the lustful moans, all of them echoed around the sounds of smacking lips and heavy breaths. Hayley’s face over mine, her lips pressed into the deep kiss, was all I could see. Her face, with her closed eyes, blocked my admittedly boring view of the dank grey ceiling of the bunker, but my eyebrows furrowed for a moment as she broke the kiss, smiled a smile of unbridled arousal, and moved out of the way to reveal the cavernous grey marble ceiling 30ft above me.

Candles in sconces on the pillars above us. Glorious tapestries, shields, and swords decorated the walls, and, instead of the dust and sand floor of the bunker, we were in a sunken section of ground, a pit of writhing pleasure that we were all lying in, lined with thick furs, throws, silks and woven blankets—a layer of sublime comfort on which to bask in the glory of my position.

We were in the temple.

If the girls noticed, they made no mention of it, just carrying on with their worship. Mouths slid up and down my hardness, my cock throbbing and pulsing, leaking my precum into whichever mouth was attached to my godhood at that moment. Hannah and her loving of my chest were still blocking my view further south.

Hayley, my Queen, was the first to move, reaching down and gently guiding the rest of the women out of the way before swinging her leg over my hips to straddle me. Her command was wordless; it was gentle, but it was unmistakably a command. Hannah, still kissing my chest, turned her head to watch with a deep, yearning sigh as Hayley reached beneath her, took hold of my hardness, and sunk herself onto me.

A single slow, deep, deliberate motion. One designed not only to make sure that she felt every single throbbing ridge and bulging vein as she impaled herself on every inch but to make sure that I felt all of it, too. That flush of unspeakable arousal was already coloring the tops of her chest.

For a moment, she just held herself still, her eyes wide and dilated as she let herself feel the fullness of my cock inside her. The other girls - Hannah in front of her, Caroline, Robyn, and Katie behind - just watched in awe as she held herself regally upon my sceptre. She was my Queen; if my place was to be worshipped, to lead the armies of the Gods, then her place was at my side.

“Oh god, look at that,” Hannah breathed, her eyes locked onto the joining of Hayley and me with a mix of envy and arousal. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”

Hayley’s eyes focused on her as she started that slow, grinding, circling rhythm. Her hands had been resting on my chest, but she sat herself up properly and ran her hands up her own body to cup at her gently swaying tits and grasping at her nipples, pulling at them between her fingers and the heel of the palm while she angled her hips forward a little to make sure her clit ground into my pubic bone. She smiled; it was a serene yet lust-filled smile, the physical manifestation of the glow that she was feeling just from being in her proper place. She kept her eyes on Hannah, watching the girl watch her as she rocked. Her motions were slow, rather than the frantic, savage pace I had set with Caroline. Each one was designed to drag over as many of her pleasure spots and to soak me in as much of her arousal as possible. This was her form of worship, not the blind, needy desire of the others, but a commitment to us as a partnership. She took her pleasure from mine. Her body trembled with her first small orgasm since we had been in the bunker, her fingers squeezing and pinching at her nipples and her eyes locked on her friends before she reached out for Hannah. “Sit on your King’s face, baby,” she purred as she took her hands and started to lift her from her place beside me. “I know he loves to taste that gorgeous little pussy.”

Hannah swooned and nodded enthusiastically as she allowed herself to be moved. Whereas all eyes and all attention had been on me for the entire time of the tryst so far, now Hayley was very much the center of our world; Hannah’s enraptured, yearning gaze was a testament to that. She swung her leg over my face, letting me look up at her puffy, sodden sex, and lowered herself down onto me.

For a brief, albeit expected moment, my view was obscured by Hannah’s ass. This wasn’t exactly a problem; Hayley hadn’t been wrong about my desire to taste her, but it did rob me of my ability to not only watch Hayley slowly and teasingly riding me but also my ability to watch her interact with the owner of the pussy currently leaking onto and being probed by my tongue.

I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander. My hands circled over Hannah’s hips, pulling her down onto me, and letting her folds part around my stubbled face. The short hairs teased and scratched at her soaked lips, causing her to moan, presumably into the lips of her Queen, and grind herself a little harder onto me as I tasted the delicious nectar of my second girl. One hand slid up her body, aiming to find and play with the tits I loved so much, only to find the space occupied by Hayley’s hand instead. I smiled into Hannah’s dripping cunt and started to flick my tongue over her quivering, trembling little clit. My mind started to wander further, and a glimmer of light behind my eyes caught my attention. I focused on it, the pictures in my mind starting to shift, only to find myself able to see myself and the others as if viewed by someone else. Like a drone camera circling around the pile of writhing bodies, I was able to watch every detail of what was going on. A perfect third person view, as if the temple itself was showing me what was happening within it