Chapter 8

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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 her appeared in a heartbeat. She saw it too, the dilation of my eyes, the heavier breathing, the powerful flex in my cock. The breath hitched in her throat, and her lips parted as she realized what was coming.

One hand clamped around her waist, spinning us both around and shoving her back into the tree. “Oh fuck yes!” she hissed as the air was almost knocked out of her. “This is what I want. Fucking take me! Use me! Fuck me like a whore and breed me!” My free hand yanked her bikini bottoms off her. Only the slightest echo of conscious thought prevented me from ripping them off her body. Not because I was opposed to the idea of her walking around naked, not because I wanted to protect her modesty, but because I wanted them to hold my seed inside her when I filled her womb to capacity.

She barely managed to hook her leg around me, my hand coming down and holding it higher onto my hip as I crushed my body to hers. There was no preamble, no build-up, she had driven me to the point of madness and had told me what she wanted, now I was going to give it to her. My cock slammed into her with enough power to lift her other foot up onto its tiptoes, and her lips let forth a squealing shriek as her cunt was stretched around me.

She threw her head back, a series of grunting screams falling from her lips as she lost the ability to concentrate on anything other than the rampant power being forced into her with each brutal thrust. In only a few strokes, she gave up trying to keep her balance on her supporting foot and threw it around my waist. Her entire body weight was in my hands, my fingers digging into her ass, and her tits bouncing violently against my chest as her entire body was pinned to the tree and pummelled.

Her eyes were wide and wild. She had heard the stories from the others, I had overheard parts of the giggling conversations between her and the others, especially Hannah, but I don’t think even she expected this level of rampancy and frantic pounding. She had lost the ability to form coherent words as I slammed every single thick, throbbing, pulsing inch of manhood into her. Only a series of grunts and screams were capable of being pushed from her lips as she clawed at my back and my shoulders.

I was doing more than fucking her.

I was claiming her.

The first massive orgasm ripped through her. A shrill scream echoed around the trees and echoed down into the valley below us as her pussy clamped down on me with the power of an industrial vice. “OhmyfuckingGOD! I’m fucking cumminggggggg! Don’t stop! Make me yours! FuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUCKKK!” She screamed again as the first climax rolled without interruption into another and then another. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body loosened. Every part of her was consumed by the pleasure that wracked her entire body. Her sex clenched one more time before my thighs were soaked by the spray of her cum, I had found, fucked, and claimed a squirter, the first one of my life.

Her howl echoed into the mid-afternoon air, her gasping breath silencing her scream for only a few seconds while the loud sound of wet slaps replaced the sounds of her pleasure.

Suddenly, she seemed to snap out of her mind-bending pleasure. Her eyes snapped to mine with an intensity I had scarcely seen before; they bore into my very soul. “You are close, Dan, baby. I can feel it. I can feel you swelling. I can feel you stretching me. I am your whore. I am your slut. No man has ever fucked me as good as you do, and no man is ever going to fuck me again. I want to be your bitch, put me in a fucking stable with your other bitches, and ride me whenever you ... oh fuckkk ... Whenever you fucking want! Now pump your cum into me. I want to feel it filling me. I want you to fuck your baby into me. Breed me ... ohmygod ... fucking knock me up! Do it! Do it! Doitdoitdoit! Fuuuuckkkkk!”

Another orgasm smashed into her, and her body convulsed so hard that I had to redouble my grip on her. My hips were moving entirely of their own accord, hammering her into the tree. The angle had her back flush against the wood, which in turn angled her ass outward and presented her cunt to my onslaught. My crown was battering into her deep enough to nudge her cervix as my thickness crushed and dragged over her g-spot. If the feeling of her spasming powerfully wasn’t enough to send me to the edge, her words certainly were.

I dropped her weight a little, burying my cock even deeper into her, impaling her on me and hammering into her like an animal, mounting and mating his bitch in heat. She wanted my seed, she wanted my dominance, she wanted to be owned, and she was going to get it!

My climax raced up my length with a speed and a power that I had never felt before. One second I was in my rhythm, the next, I was clenching my jaw to hold onto my eruption for as long as I was able. I feel no shame in saying that “as long as I was able” was less than a few extra seconds.

I exploded into her. Once again, just like it had been with Hayley as the change had first happened, my climax was like someone piercing a pressurized beer can or popping the cork out of a bottle of Champagne. It sprayed into her in a single powerful torrent. It hit her walls with the force of a power washer, and the sensation was enough to make Liz buck, contract, and let out another inhuman scream. This time, her song of pleasure was joined by my own as I splashed my potent seed into her. I could feel it hitting her cervix, I knew she could feel it too. As the initial pressure subsided, I felt my orgasm reduce into the normally expected spurts, her body twitched, and her mouth moaned as each one hosed against the nerve endings inside her.

By the time my senses had fully returned to me, she was mewling and purring with the last of her life-altering pleasure, her body twitching with the powerful aftershock as I throbbed and pulsed inside her. My knees felt weak and wobbly, I was honestly surprised that they hadn’t collapsed beneath me, but I had somehow managed to keep her suspended above the floor and pinned to the tree.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she moaned. “Best. Fuck. Ever.” She groaned long and loud as I slowly lowered her legs to the ground and a girlish, happy giggle escaped her lips as she pulled me in and kissed me passionately. “You know you are going to be fucking me like that all the time, now, right?” she purred as she pulled her lips from mine. “I mean, probably not exactly like that, I think you might break me after too much of it. But ... fuuuckkk ... no wonder the other girls are so hooked on you! I meant it, by the way.”

“Hmmm?”

“I am your whore. You can fuck me and pump your spunk into me whenever you want. Fuck, I am going to have dreams about that!”

I chuckled as well as we both slumped to the ground.

“Okay, stud. Let’s catch our breaths and compose ourselves. Then you are going to fuck my ass!”

It took another twenty minutes or so of fondling by Liz, including another brief trip down her throat, for me to become hard enough again. Having never been inside a woman’s ass before, it had never occurred to me that a cock has to be granite hard to be pushed inside, even with the amount of lube that she had spread all over me and her bud.

Licking her lips, she had rubbed a healthy amount of the Vaseline onto my solid tumescence, then rolled onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass invitingly back at me. “Go slow,” she whispered. “I’m going to take every thick inch. Then you can fuck my brains out, but go slow to start.”

I pulled myself onto my knees behind her, my hands running over her ass, squeezing it tightly, almost possessively, digging my fingers into the soft and pliable yet firm flesh. A deep throaty moan rumbled from her chest as she pushed herself back into my touch, and I got myself into position. She was almost vibrating with anticipation and excitement, her breath was ragged and guttural, and her entire world condensed down to my slick cock rubbing between her ass cheeks and over her rosebud.

I pressed the head of my crown against her, pulling another moan from her lips. She braced herself, looking back over her shoulder with a look that just screamed raw sexual desire, and nodded. I pushed harder, pressing more and more pressure onto her ring with the head of my cock, feeling her instinctively clench, followed by a more conscious relaxing of her muscles, then I felt her open.

Not much.

Barely enough.

But I pushed, I pushed hard.

The deep, growling moan that trembled through her was one of carnal, exquisite sensations as my head finally popped through her tight ring and slid into her. “Oh fuuccckkkinggg GOD!” she groaned again as her ring snapped closed around the ridge of my cock, and I held inside her for a few moments. I held still, just giving her a few moments to grow used to the size of her anal intruder.

“So full, so big! Fuck, more! Give me more!” she started to rock herself backward onto me, inching more and more of me inside her. Velvety smooth, tighter than anything I had ever had around my cock before, and searing hot. I groaned along with her as I sank in deeper.

It must only have been a minute or two, probably even less than that, but it felt like an eternity until I was completely buried in her ass, my cock throbbing against the incredible squeeze and my balls resting against her well fucked and puffy-lipped pussy.