The Island Ch. 02

Elizabeth tapped her stick against the marking in the sand on the south of the island. "So this is where we are..." she then moved the stick, illustrating where they had ended up. "and we made it to here, the highest point on the island. Directly across from us were another two peaks, and all of them seemed connected by a circle of smaller ridges, with a bit of a depression in the land between them all. It is hard to be accurate, but I would say it was about two miles from that peak to either of the others, and those two were about a mile apart."

I tilted my head to the side. The angle I was looking from gave the formation a very distinctive shape. "Is that what I think it is?" I asked with a concerned-looking frown.

"That would depend on what you think it is." She grinned back up at me.

"I think that it looks a lot like a volcano."

"Then yes, it is what you think it is."

A cacophony of gasps and worried murmurs rose from the group before she held her hand up to calm everyone down. "But... It looks to me like it is a very, very old one."

"So it's dormant?" Katie asked from her place next to me.

"Probably even older than that. Dormant means sleeping and could potentially wake up. I'd say this volcano is entirely extinct... as in dead."

"How can you tell?" Ray asked with a cough as Zoe nuzzled into his ear... or maybe it was Caroline.

"The shape of the mountains," Liz answered back simply. "You see, when this thing last blew, however many thousands of years ago that may have been, it would have left the ridge fairly even, like the tops of most volcanoes. But over the centuries, the wind and rains have worn down most of the sides, eroding away the definition of the Volcano's mouth. I imagine that the only reason the three peaks have stayed as defined as they are, is that they are made up of harder rock. More than that, we were up there for a while, and I didn't see any evidence of any seismic or volcanological activity whatsoever."

"So you think it's safe?" Katie asked again.

"I'm certain of it." Liz grinned. "Plus, this works to our benefit."

"Does it?" Ray asked, looking thoroughly confused and equally distracted, now that both girls were purring and nuzzling against him. Liz hadn't seemed to notice. In fact, now that I thought about it, the behavior of all four affected women hadn't been mentioned by anybody aside from Ray and me.

"Oh yes, absolutely. Volcanic soil is extremely fertile." She explained. "If we were to collect the seeds from fruit we are eating and are here for long enough to benefit from planting them, it wouldn't be particularly hard for new trees to grow. Same with any seeds or nuts, or whatever, that we find in those cases." She nodded towards the pile. "If we were going to land on any island, this is about as good as they come."

"Cool." Katie shrugged and then, taking a page from Zoe and Caroline, started purring and nuzzling into my throat. Hayley, however, looked like she was paying real attention.

"What else could you see?" She asked.

"Well..." Liz turned her attention back to the map, moving her stick a little north of the volcano to a triangular-shaped patch of land. "...Whenever this bad boy last erupted, it looks like the lava flow went that way rather than down here onto the beach. The lava would have built up and cooled, and it has formed this area here," she tapped the stick again. "Then there is a thin land-bridge, where the water narrows the land in two sweeping bays... and then there is another arrowhead-shaped piece of land. All of that is overgrown by trees though, I couldn't make out much detail."

"It looks like a wonky figure of eight," Amy said, tilting her head to the side. "It's a lot bigger than I thought it would be."

I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, it's hard to judge size without a reference point. But I would guess the whole island is about eight to ten miles long, at its longest point, and maybe three or four at its widest."

"So, what was the news?" I asked when it became clear nobody else had anything to say

"Huh?"

"At the beginning, you said you had some good news and some bad news."

"Oh, right, yes. Okay, bad news first. There doesn't seem to be any sign of other islands in any direction."

"Erm... Did we think there were?"

"Island chains are more likely to be mapped," Tom said without taking his eyes off the map. "If they see a mapped island close to the crash site, they may check there as a matter of course. A single island is less likely to be known about, especially one this small."

"Small? It is a lot bigger compared to what I was thinking. Hell, it's the size of a large town." Ray scoffed.

"Yes, but remember that in relation to the size of the search area I told you about yesterday," Tom replied, his focus still not moving.

"Ah, shit... Yeah."

"And the good news?" I asked again.

"Well, aside from the waterfall, the fruit trees, the fertile soil, and the fact that the Volcano doesn't look like it is going to explode anytime soon? There seemed to be a lot of good land for a... base, or settlement, or whatever we are calling it, in the crater. There is lots of water too, most of it flowing off the mountains and into that river. It's impossible to know what the land on the other side of the mountain range is like. It's too far away to see clearly, and the forests are too thick. But here and up there..." She nodded towards the mountain. "... I think they are good places to set down camp."

I was about to say something in agreement, that really was good news, when a movement from Hannah caught my eye. She had turned a little in her spot, her head resting on my leg and breathing in deeply. Her eyes had that same dilated look that Hayley and Katie had shared earlier, and her chest was rising and falling heavily. There was a flush on her cheeks, one that spread down onto her bountiful chest, as her eyes flicked to mine and then to Hayley. The redhead spotted her too, grinned wickedly, and nodded, whispering, "I know, right?" Before both of them joined Katie in nuzzling against me like a trio of overly affectionate cats.

I flicked a look up to Ray; he had spotted it too. He just pinched the bridge of his nose and shrugged. Hannah had neither been here when we had eaten the coconuts, nor had she had any since she returned. Whatever was causing this strange behavior, looked less and less, like it was being caused by them.

"What did you say about your theory about the water?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"Oh yes, I had forgotten about that," Liz smiled and leaned back on the warm, comfortable sand. "All of this water is being filtered through volcanic rock. Just like the mineral water that is sold in ridiculously priced bottles back home. But with a lack of animals here to take the nutrients and minerals out of the soil and the plant life, I think it is being washed into the river."

"Animals do that?" Amy asked with a frown.

"Over a long enough period of time, yes," Liz nodded. "Animals eat the plants; the plants regrow and that takes more nutrients out of the soil. In places like the Serengeti or the Great Plains, that is offset by the fact that the animals tend to crap not far from where they ate - geographically speaking - so the nutrients go back into the soil. But here, the short distance to the sea means that their shit would just be washed out into the Ocean before it had a chance to soak back into the soil. That's why you don't often see lots of wild grazing animals close to the sea. That, along with salt content from sea spray and high winds stops things from being able to grow."

"But not here." I asked, not really following.

"Exactly. No animals means the plants are grown, and instead of being grazed by animals, and those nutrients being used to regrow them, they are all washed into the river, over the waterfall and out to sea."

"So that lake is like its own little health spa?" Hayley asked

"Pretty much, Yes," Liz answered with a smile.

"Cool." was the reply from the red-haired stewardess, before she gave up on the conversation and joined her two friends in their nuzzling of me.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked. Clearing my throat and trying to change the subject, before their attention caused too much of a tent in the remains of my pants.

"If we are all suitably fed and watered," Amy answered. "I say we start working our way through those cases. Let's see if there is anything in there we can use. I don't know about all of you, but I feel a little overdressed for the beach." She looked down at the remains of her pantsuit.

"I could so use something to wear on my feet," Hayley added.

"Says the girl wearing a man's shirt, a pair of lace panties, and nothing else." Hannah giggled.

"Ooh, I bet there are some bikinis in there." Katie purred. Her head shooting up as if that was the best-sounding idea she had ever come up with.

All five affected girls, along with Louisa, Elizabeth and the last girl whose name I couldn't remember, jumped to their feet and ran over to the pile. Each grabbing a case, opening it, and starting to rummage through its contents. Amy, Ray, Tom, and I all just looked at each other, shrugged, and wandered over to join them.

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This was probably the closest thing to "never get between a woman and her shopping" that island life was ever going to bring. Amy, despite not sharing the younger girl's enthusiasm, had joined in the rifling through the cases. All of them were cooing, oohing, and aahing as they pulled out various items of clothing as Ray and I watched. After a while, we started picking up the cases identified by the girls as men's clothes, and looking to see if there was anything of use in them... Tom was collecting bottles. He had announced that these would be essential for transporting water, even the shampoo and alcohol bottles... he wanted them all.

It may have seemed like a wate, but Amy decided that alcohol was the last thing any of us needed in large supplies. Not only did it impair judgement, it was a dangerous potent diuretic that did not mix in any good way with Amy's efforts to keep the group hydrated and healthy. With current flying laws stipulating that any bottle over 100ml needed to be packed into suitcases, there was more shampoo, conditioner and body wash that we could have hoped to use in a lifetime. Ray and I couldn't help but cringe as a torrent of booze was emptied into the sea. I just hoped that Steve liked the taste of Tequila. Bottles containing non-alcoholic drinks were kept though.

Heh, I wonder what kind of drunk Steve would be.

Most of what the girls had found was your standard vacation wear, short shorts, and tank tops, but there was no shortage of more normal clothing and footwear. Amy and Louisa were curvier than the others, and Hannah was easily the bustiest of the rest. But aside from that, most of the girls were strangely similar in terms of dress size. In another massive coincidence, the cases that had been brought ashore seemed to have belonged to people whose sizes and tastes exactly matched our groups. There was even one that seemed to hold clothes perfectly made for Ray and me. Eventually, the girls found what they were looking for, and were giggling maniacally as they held increasingly revealing bikinis to their bodies. Modeling them for the rest of the group, to the cheers and whistles of the others.

I didn't have long to dwell on the sheer scale of the coincidence though. Just as I was pulling out a pair of beige cargo shorts, complete with leg pockets, and a white T from one of the cases, Hayley seemed to strike gold. At least as far as she was concerned. Grinning and giggling like a giddy schoolgirl, she stood up and started tossing out pieces of downright pornographic-looking lingerie to the others.

I just chuckled and was about to head towards the trees to change, when Hayley sauntered up to me. She hooked her hand into the waistband of my pants and dragged me after her as she headed toward the top of the beach. There was no mistaking the sway of her hips or the look in her eyes. Her legs crossed over each other with every step, accentuating the sashay of her ass, and the smoky look she cast over her shoulder to me could have melted steel.

She was making her move, and the chorus of whoops and catcalls echoing from behind us told me that the other girls in our group fully endorsed her decision.

A few minutes later, we were in the trees and out of sight of the beach. She shoved my back into one of them, purring deeply as she pressed herself against me and kissed me hard. I gave up arguing the morality of it all with myself and let my arms snake around her. My hands grabbed hold of her ass, a gloriously shapely cheek in each palm. My fingers flexed hungrily as my tongue plunged into her mouth to do battle with hers. This wanton display of arousal from her had been going on for hours, and I couldn't hold myself back anymore. She moaned louder into my lips, grinding herself against the achingly hard bulge in what remained of my pants.

Suddenly she broke off, putting a hand on my chest to hold me to the tree as she stepped away. It was the first time I noticed the flimsy garments in her other hand. "Don't move. I want to thank you properly for saving my life." She purred, almost a feral growl behind her words, before she ducked off behind a thicket of bushes and out of sight.

Time did that thing again. Those few minutes stretched themselves out to a mind-shattering length. I was panting, breathing hard, frantically trying to regain control of the hammering in my chest. Sarah had been able to get me pretty worked up. There had also been a few girls through college who got my engines running. But this was something else entirely. This was... this was animal.

Finally, she stepped out from behind the bushes. My eyes flashed to her for a single moment before my breath caught in my throat.

Holy fucking shit!!

Hayley's shapely legs ground together as she stood there for my inspection, leading up and flaring into a pair of thrust-out hips that were barely wrapped in a pair of sheer black panties. I could see the puffy swell of her dribbling, hairless pussy lips through the material. Her hand was on her hip, and the other was hanging loosely at her side next to her toned stomach. Her chest was rising and falling at a furious rate. She was breathing like she had just run a marathon, and her breasts pressed tightly against the matching demi-bra that was struggling to contain them. A pair of darker, diamond-hard nipples pressed against the material, contrasting the pale, freckled, and flushed skin of her chest.

My lingering, hungry gaze didn't reach her face until she started to step forward, her hips swaying seductively again as she moved. Her tongue darted out to wet her plump lips, her cheeks flushed the same hue as her chest and slender throat. But it was her eyes that broke any memory of resistance. They were dilated, locked onto me with a needy desire that stole the breath right out of me. This was a woman who wanted me with every single fiber of her being.

The hunger between us as our lips crushed back together was as indescribable as it was immeasurable. I took a step forward to meet her as she practically pounced on me, spinning her around and pushing her back to the tree with a grunted thud before pressing all of me against her. The frantic growls, the lustful moans, and the desperate whimpers, all of them escaped her lips as I freed the impulse that had been growing in me all day.

There was a part of me that screamed to the inside of my head that something was wrong, or at least that something wasn't right. I had never been particularly dominant in the bedroom, not submissive, just... ordinary. Vanilla. Normal. There was nothing normal about how I was feeling now, this was different. Hayley had thrown down the gauntlet. She had laid out the challenge. Anything less than completely answering it felt like a weakness. In that moment - and for the first time in my life - I felt like the Alpha. I was the predator, Hayley may not have been my prey, but she was certainly going to be my mate... Either way, I was going to feed the hunger inside me.

She felt it too; there was no mistaking it in the look in her eyes. The parted lips, and eyes so dilated that her irises were almost swallowed up by her pupils, the heavy panted breaths... but it was more than that. I could... I could almost taste her arousal in the air. The scent of her passion, of her desire. As soon as I found it, it was all my senses could see.

With a rough, primal jerk, my hand ripped her bra from her body. The tattered remains of the shredded garment fluttered to the ground; forsaken and forgotten, sacrificed to the inevitability of this moment. The growling moan that fell from her lips was enough to send a shiver up the spine of the most dangerous forest predator, as she realized that I had joined her in this frenzied passion. She pressed forward, not bothering to even try working the button on my pants loose. Instead, she just yanked them down hard; letting my hips and the power of her hands rip the button out of its mooring, and flick off somewhere to join the remains of the bra in obscurity. My boxers went down with them, and I shoved her back into the tree as I stepped out of them both.

Her panties, as blood boiling as they had been, as much as I would give to see her in them again, were torn from her body before her ass was back in my hands. Her feet were lifted from the ground, her back was rammed harder into the tree, and then her entire soul was consumed as I impaled her on my tumescence. The howl that escaped her lips was more wild animal than it was human. I didn't care; the loud, primal grunts that were being knocked out of my lungs were no more articulate as I started to rut up into her.

Her legs swung up to wrap around my waist, as much locking me into her as it was to help support her weight. But with the load loosened in my hands, one of them shot up, grabbed both of her wrists, and pinned them to the tree above her. She threw back her head and screamed as her body weight was forced down, and my cock was shoved harder and deeper into her. Her throat exposed itself to me, and I wasted no time sealing my lips onto it, sucking, licking, dragging my teeth over her sweaty, divine tasting skin.

I was marking her. I was making her mine, and I was making sure that everyone else would know it as soon as they saw her.

"Oh Fuck yes! That's it, baby. Take me, take what is yours... You are my fucking King, and a King takes whatever the hell he wants!" She screamed. They were the first words that had left her lips since before she changed. It was like instinct. It was like she knew exactly what to say, to get my blood to full boil. "Oh my fucking GOD! Yes, just like that, fuck me harder on that big dick, you magnificent man! You saved my fucking life, and now it is yours! You own it! You own ME! I am fucking yours... now fuck the pussy that belongs to you until you fill it with your seed!!"

These were words that would sound cheesy in a low-budget porn film, but in that moment, she meant every single one of them. I don't know how I knew, but I knew. There was nothing controlled or measured about this rutting. It was carnal, it was primal, both of us were operating on base instinct, and driven to lustful madness by whatever the fuck was happening to us... and I couldn't have cared less. Our scents mingled on the breeze, as my precum mixed with her flowing, dripping juices. She was straightening the natural arch of her back as much as she could, thrusting her ass downwards and angling her pussy towards me. I hammered in with brutal, dominant thrusts, dragging her hard, bouncing nipples through the hairs on my chest and my solid cock over her inner walls and every single nerve ending in them. I crushed her G-spot against my pistoning shaft and thumped my crown harder and harder against her cervix. The molten silk of her cunt was wrapped around me and clenching in just the right way to drive me wild. Despite the submissiveness and vulnerability of her position, the power I had over her, and the force I was burying into her core with every driving thrust, one thing was clear: she was milking me.