The Island Ch. 23

"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

The vision revealed to me was far more worthy of a Hollywood blockbuster than any Keanu Reeves efforts, not taking away from the totally excellent guy he seemed to be, but this mass of writhing bodies, lost in the thrall of our passion and bound by their mutual worship of their King, was a whole other level. My mind marveled at the naked bodies of my beautiful women riding me, my spectator's view as they pawed and mauled at my body, barely visible under their breathless need to each claim their spot to worship.

Caroline and Katie were holding each other. But one of them each had a hand on me, a marrow-deep need to touch me, to stroke me, to feel me under their soft, adoring fingers. Caroline was stroking over the defined muscles of my abs, Katie was stroking my chest, Robyn, on the other hand, always the most keen to get into the thick of the action, was kneeling between my parted legs and was craning her head under Hayley to lick my balls and, occasionally, Hayley's ass.

My Queen had never really expressed much interest in anal, but the coos and moans of pleasure each time the petite redhead swirled her tongue over her rosebud was starting to make me think that I may not know as much about her as I had thought.

My thick cock flexed inside the tight walls of my Queen, letting her impale herself on it with increasingly rampant enthusiasm, her hands reaching out to caress the ladies surrounding her, pressing them into my body, encouraging more adoration across every erogenous zone and anywhere else that they could find on their God and each other if no other flesh was available. Their desire was carnal; it was primal, and it possessed each of them like the ghost of Christmas future.

I could see Hayley's lips murmuring desires as she took the prime position, riding on their shared throne, spearing herself on her King, helming the command center of our new elevated domain. Our group consciousness was now operating as one, and every sexual desire of the harem had transcended into a mutual need, a shared experience ensconced in fulfilling their worship of their God. Every part of them, every inch of their bodies, every shred of their characters, every spark of their conscious thoughts had condensed down to a single point... me.

The scene displayed to me was otherworldly; it was the sort of thing that would put the most erotic of Arabian dreams to shame, and I could feel myself losing myself to every sensual sensation. But my attention was drawn back to my immediate, somewhat more suffocating surroundings as my mouth was smothered hard by the frustrated grind of Hannah's soaked pussy. Her needy whimpers echoed through her body, and she was humping herself onto my face in increasingly desperate grinds. I realized my tongue had obviously neglected its probing exploration of her warm, tight core in my fascination at the vision shown to me of my girls ministering their worship. Jerking my hips up to give Hayley something to focus on, my tongue flexed as I stabbed it deeper into her sex, Starting to thrust in and out of her as my stubbled chin ground against her clit. Muffled groans from both women astride me filled the air as I pressed into both of them. Hannah's wetness had always been prolific and telling of her voracious appetites, but this time it was more; the flood of viscous, sticky, delicious desire was signaling the new height of pleasure stimulated through this new submission of worship.

I could feel it from her, or maybe I could feel it in her. Of all my girls, I had always assumed that Katie, with her demure and somewhat standoffish behavior, had always been the most submissive, the most in need of being 'taken in hand,' but the feelings resonating out of the busty former flight attendant were showing me that Hannah, the giggly, flirty, seductive bombshell that she had always presented herself as being, was in the closest thing to heaven that she could imagine. Every fiber of her being pulsed and thrummed, not only with the pleasure being licked into her, not just at the feelings of Hayley's fingers teasing her nipples, but at the simple fact that out of every other girl in the group, out of all the nubile bodies she found herself secretly envious of, hers was the one chosen to show her devotion, her worship, and - in the part I found most surprising - her service. She would surrender the very heart of herself if it meant basking in the place she was now in.

I reached my arms around her firm thighs and pulled her molten core harder on my mouth, pushing my tongue deep inside and lapping at every drop of the waterfall of pleasure she was offering her King. Her body trembled as I locked her in position, her juices coating my chin, as I tilted my face up into her and ground against her puffy clit even harder. If she was devoting herself to my service, then I was not going to let her desires go unrewarded.

The muffled squeals surrounding me drew my focus back to my vision, my mind quickly adjusting to my new ability to see everything in the temple. My mouth did not skip a beat this time, my tongue relentlessly driving into Hannah's tight hole, extracting every drop of her essence that her body craved for me to receive as all my girls came into my view.

Caroline had her fingers inside Katie, her hand on my chest, stroking my sweat onto my skin, and her lips on Hayley's nipples. Katie seemed to have given up her oral ministrations of Caroline's chest. She was instead leaning her forehead against our newest girl's sternum and whimpering as she tried to focus her fingers on pleasuring Caroline's dripping, cum filled pussy. The glisten around her lips, fresh from her efforts to clean me out of her new friend, was showing signs of being seared over her face—more than likely from a frenzied kiss to share the taste of her passion with Caroline. Robyn had her own fingers buried in her core, vigorously driving three of them in and out of her with enough force that she would probably be feeling it in the morning. I could tell from the gyrations of her hips that she was approaching the crest of her own high as well. The whimpers got higher and louder as - as if commanded by a silent Queenly instruction - Caroline and Katie moved their lips and their tongues to drag over my body.

The energy was magnified, bouncing off the temple walls as the girls used their tongues and mouths to bathe my body, moaning into my skin as they watched Hannah's eyes roll back in her head and her neck exposed as she threw it back. Multiple hands reached to tease and pinch at her hard nipples, arched, and presented to her group, and her Queen's hand slid down to strum encouragingly at her throbbing clit. Hayley's rhythm on my godhood unified with the motion of my cum coated chin that they could just see working against the mound at the apex of Hannah's thighs.

"Cum on your King's face," Hayley rasped, her hand lifting up and pressing her fingers to Hannah's mouth, letting her taste her own rapture.

"Cum on your King's face," each of the other girls murmured and moaned in a chorus of pants against my skin, lapping at the sweat coating my body, mouths sucking hard buds, taking turns to pull them out as they indulged in the worship.

"He's giving you a gift," Hayley's voice coaxed Hannah as I watched the two women's heads shift so they could focus on each other. "Show him your appreciation," she whispered, stroking her fingers into Hannah's mouth, flexing them inside it before moving them in the same rhythm as their mutual riding of their God. Hannah greedily sucked on Hayley's fingers like I'd witnessed her mouth on my cock, and tasting herself on them.

I watched their heat rising, Hannah and Hayley staring into each other's eyes as their breaths became a symphony of panted pleasure. Sensing their arousal, I drove my hips up harder to drill into Hayley, and I tongue fucked Hannah's needy tight hole faster, feeling it clamp around me as her thighs quaked in my grip. Hannah's hand reached out, and her fingers linked with Haley's as both girls' eyes darkened with euphoria, and the musk of Hannah's scent surrounded my senses. My hips and tongue thundered into the melee of women covering me, pushing them well beyond the point of sanity.

"Now, Fuck!" Each girl squealed in poetic unison as pussies slammed down hard on my cock and mouth in synchronism, panting mouths and grasping hands immediately gripping both impaled girls and holding them on my tongue and cock as the other girls of the group surrounded them, commanding that they give every motion of their crashing orgasm to their King, I was to feel all of it.

"You are his!" their whispered chants echoed around the room as Hannah and Hayley shattered on me, their thighs gripping me as they clung to each other. " He owns you. You are his sluts, his Pets, his whores,'' they moaned in an ethereal prayer into sweaty skin, their mouths desperately tasting their Queen and her thrall as both girls cried out and rocked into their titanic climaxes...

"Yes. Fuckkkk! Yes. We are!" Hayley almost screamed, a torrent of her juices flooding my groin as she squirted onto me.

"Fuck, it's yours!" came Hannah's muffled whimper as her pussy smothered my mouth and soaked my face with her cum.

Somehow, the most God-like thing of the moment was the fact that I didn't explode into them, given the sensation and pure eroticism filling me.

The girls' climax exploded in unison and took them to a new high; it took all the girls to a new understanding of worship for their God, mutual worship of shared ecstasy. That seemed to edge the group into a new level of desire, of need; their energy crawled with frustration and fascination with the possibilities. And all of it fed back into me.

The breathless pants, the rapturous moans, the fluttered eyelashes and trembling bodies, the gasps for control over their own breathing as My Queen and her friend, my most committed disciple, practically vibrated their immeasurable pleasure upon me.

I watched through my third eye as the girls stroked across the skin of all our bodies, their thighs pressing together, pulsing friction across their needy centers, teasing fingers brushing over hard buds and soaked lips as I released my hold on Hannah's shaking thighs.