The Secret Island Ch. 04-06

Author's Note: A storm hits the island, releasing some primal instincts. Jessica comes to a decision, and turning the other cheek has its own rewards.

Chapter 4 -- Eye of the Storm

The long-awaited typhoon finally hit, as if it had amassed all the energy of the storms that had failed to form earlier in the season. The relatives helped her stock up and prepare the property for the coming storm. It was sturdily built, having survived many seasons of such weather so no one appeared worried. Still, preparations were frenetic and some heeded warnings to evacuate to the big island although most stayed. Jessica had considered flying out to join James in the capital for a brief moment. His voice had been cold and distant when he had called her earlier in the week. Something had shifted in side of her, causing her to insist that she'd stay to keep an eye on their home. His protestations seemed obligatory, or so she had felt as she had brushed them off.

Great grandmother came to visit as the sky turned darker. She said, "It's a great sign, my daughter. The great dragon is hungry, and he must be fed. Do not worry, for he will not take your life. I've lived here a long time. He prefers to steal our men from us in his jealousy. We are the mountain upon which his anger will struggle and fail, as it always has. James will be safe on the mainland." She patted Jessica on the shoulder. "The great sea dragon's desire must be strong this year. Open your arms to him, and he will sleep in your bosom."

If this cryptic message made any sense to her, Jessica did not express it openly. She held the image from her dream in her mind. If he came, she would accept him, she had decided. Had she ever really loved James? He almost seemed to be a stranger. Her suspicions that he was fooling around with at least one of his office mates seemed almost guaranteed.

As if reading her thoughts, the old woman kept up with her mystical prattle, "James will do his duty. Your life is now much bigger than just the two of you, as is the will of this place. The great sea dragon will make you part of us, a great thing. Once you understand this, you will take my place as one of our own. I will add you to the family register."

"But I'm not even a native," she said.

"That does not matter. It is up the Dragon King to choose his brides," the old woman winked.

While there was still power and communication, she decided to call up her cousin back in the states once more. Bethany had been apprised of her overall situation and did not approve of it. She kept insisting that Jessica should pack it in and come back home. Jessica had avoided contact for a while because of this.

Bethany insisted, "I just don't understand why you're staying on that weird island. If they build a giant wicker man, watch out." She was only half-joking.

"Sure, their view on feminism is probably really backwards but hey, the weather is nice!" She joked back just as a gust rattled the windows. It would time to close the storm shutters very soon. "Look, I won't be alone--Yuna and her friends said they will stay over to keep me company."

She hadn't told Bethany about catching them fucking on the beach as she'd know her cousin would redouble her efforts of convincing her to leave this place.

Honestly, Jessica had no idea what she would do with herself after separating from James. The future seemed murky which made her indecisive. It was one of her traits that she knew was a problem: stress made her hunker down instead of run.

Bethany continued, "If you ever hear I am shacked up with some religious cultists out in Montana and forced to make babies for the cause, you'd come and save me, right? So, keep me in the loop or I'll have to force an intervention on you."

"I'm fine, just a fish out of water. They're not bad people, just some odd traditions. Even the mainlanders think they are country bumpkins. I think it's charming more than disturbing."

"I think you're way too obliging. Just stay safe," Bethany put emphasis on the latter part.

It was raining steadily when the girls tumbled in. The three goddesses minus Minsoo arrived with good cheer. They helped close up the shutters and secure anything that could fly loose. The trees in the courtyard were swaying in the wind. Board games were brought out as they camped out in one of the central rooms deemed the most secure. Yuna had brought a portable two-way radio if the landlines totally died. They were on a shared channel with others in the area who had agreed to help each other if disaster struck.

After some games, they put on a movie as the wind grew to a roar outside.

Mira said, "This is fun!" She popped some shrimp snacks into her mouth as the bass rumble of the generic action movie seemed to match the hammering of the typhoon. Juliette was more nervous, grabbing onto Yuna as the noise rose to a crescendo.

Yuna said, "Probably a tree branch or something. As long as there is no flooding, we should be fine. I've been keeping an eye on the reports. We should be safe from the worst storm surge."

Juliette didn't seem totally convinced. Jessica had experienced major rainstorms in her life; however, she'd never lived in hurricane country or tornado alley so this type of severe weather was new to her. The lights flickered but didn't go out while they were awake with the worst of the storm expected to hit in the early morning while they attempted to sleep. They put down blankets and huddled together in the middle of the room.

Somehow, they managed to actually slumber for a while despite the thunderous activity around the villa. Jessica snapped awake in the wee hours, noticing that the power had finally gone out. There was a banging on the doors to the inner patio.

Jessica padded from the central room to the one connected to the courtyard. At first she thought the sound was caused by the typhoon, until she momentarily saw the shape of a person. Heart pumping, she leapt up to unlatch the sliding door. The full throated roar of the typhoon blasted its way into the house. There was a heavy duty storm shutter that protected the sliding glass from debris. The man kept banging on the metal frame although against the background howl she could barely differentiate it. In a city, she might have hesitated to open a door to an unknown person, but village life had already induced her to let her guard down.

When she opened the shutter to let him in, she saw that it was Ahn Jin, soaked to the bone. He helped her close everything back up.

She exclaimed, "What do you think you are doing?"

He grinned, "Got worried. You wouldn't answer your radio. Power is off all over the island and the storm surge has probably wiped out the bridge. It's too late to move to one of the shelters, so it's best to just stay in this spot. We're high up enough to avoid most of it, but there might be some flooding."

Yuna, who had awoken with the others when Jessica had opened the doors, began wiping him off with a towel, shouting, "You're crazy! You could have died out there."

She pulled off his sodden shirt as Jessica turned her eyes away. She did note that the formerly soft Jin had gained some tone in the past year. He must have been working out. As Yuna clucked, Jin allowed himself to be dragged away for a hot bath.

Mira sheepishly admitted she had turned off the radio before retiring for bed. They sat around a battery powered lantern unable to go back to sleep. The sound of the storm had lessened somewhat but it was still quite intimidating. Jessica went to offer some clothes to Jin from her husband's drawer but the young man refused, preferring to keep a towel around his midriff. Jessica couldn't help but notice the bulge down there. He nonchalantly joined the group, sitting cross legged with the towel barely hanging on.

It didn't escape Jessica's attention that Yuna was acting even more like they were an item as she fussed at his damp hair. The forlorn wife wondered about the last time she'd done that with James. Jin regaled them about the dangers he had encountered in the middle of the tempest, dodging flying branches and torrents of water. After their nerves settled somewhat, they decided to try to rest once more.

Jin didn't even have to ask as he rolled into the same blanket as Yuna across from the others. Jessica held her tongue although she was the eldest. She should have said something. In other circumstances she would have sternly suggested he bunk on the other side of the couch. Yet, she didn't, instead she turned over, eyes half-lidded as she pretended to fall asleep.

It was clear that the other two were also pretending despite the darkness. They kept an oil lantern on low so they had some light if they needed to go to the bathroom during the night without tripping. Its light barely fell on them, blocked by the furniture pushed away from the open floor space. Jessica could feel the others shifting about, immediately suspecting what they were up to under the blanket.

Sighing, she tried to ignore it. How brazen of them, she thought. A burst of envy replaced her immediate repulsion: she hadn't been laid in weeks. Even when James had time to be back, the frequency of their sex had dried up in the past couple months, not that they had been exactly screwing like rabbits when they were dating although there had been some weeks where they had only skipped a day or two.

So, when the hungry mouth approached hers, she was ready to give in. The image of Yuna and Jin from the cave was still burned in her memory. However, the slick tongue squirming in her mouth was not theirs. She realized it was Juliette, from the long hair that she felt. It wasn't her first time kissing a girl but that's as far as she'd ever gotten with another woman.

It was odd, feeling breasts not her own. Yet, she didn't stop it. The loneliness of the past few months finally broke within her. She was too far away from her original home, in a strange place both physically and mentally. When Juliette reached for that place below, she let out a giggle, accepting it. Any reservations fell away as the girl's tongue found its way down there.

In the darkness, there was another mouth, tongue searching for hers. Was it Mira's? Yuna? Or perhaps Jin's.

As the storm crashed against the walls, the four of them became entangled. It didn't matter whose flesh ended or whose began, it was a primordial fusion. In Jessica's mind, she saw the vision of the sea dragon king from her dreams once more. She could make the shadow of his form as it hovered over her. A great weight came upon her at that moment, and she wrapped her legs around the thick waist of the dragon king as he consummated the union. She moaned as he plunged his phallus deep into her.

Around her she felt the hands, mouths, breasts, and lust of the three goddesses as they attended to the two lovers. It was only natural as a hand teased her clit while another found her nipple, and a third cupped her buttocks as they shivered from the thrusts of the dragon king. When he exploded his seed onto her stomach, the goddesses cleaned her with their mouths. They shared hot kisses as the insatiable king rose again, planting his rod into another as Jessica recovered enough to take her turn to assist. By feel she found herself facing someone's crotch, tasting the salt of her sea. She shared the flavor with someone else in the darkness, their anonymous tongues lashing.

And so, it went like this for an interminable time until all were spent, grasping at each other's sweaty forms, a heaving mass of flesh that formed a beast of many backs, not just two.

The next day as the storm ebbed somewhat but not entirely, neither did their desire. They washed each other, made breakfast, and fucked again in the gloomy morning as the typhoon continued to batter itself against their walls. It was as if the waves of rain and wind aroused their own enflamed passions. Some fever had come upon all of them as they played out some ancient ritual.

Flushed, Jessica nuzzled Yuna's chest as Mira used her hands to bring her to yet another orgasm. She shuddered as Jin reached around to grasp her heaving chest. Flipping her so her ass was to his crotch, he slid his cock into her once more, his shaft still wet from someone else's ocean.

Jessica was a serial cheater now but she had long since given up caring.

He brushed her hair out of his eyes as he leaned to kiss the nape of her neck as he spooned her. Jin said, "I've found you again." She nodded, accepting this. Maybe he'd come for her many nights ago, and it hadn't been a dream.

Mira said, "You really are the Great Mountain Lady." She toyed with Jessica's tits as Jin slowly screwed her. Savoring the feeling, he stopped moving so that her pulsing vaginal walls could finish him inside of her. For a moment, the specter of pregnancy loomed in her mind until she remembered that she'd taken precautions. Still, he was riding her bareback, so there was a small risk.

"Are you okay with all this, Yuna?" she asked.

The other woman laughed, her hand on her mouth. She said, "I told you, we're not dating. The Dragon King does not belong to us. We only serve." It wasn't until later that Jessica learned that serving meant more than just to her and Jin. The goddesses, as well as the Great Mountain Lady, had more than one role.

By the next day, the rains had subsided enough that people came out to assess the damage. Most of the primary structures had survived. The bridge was indeed out, meaning that they were cut off by road. Supplies would have to be brought in by boat until repairs could be made. Clothes dried, Jin left that morning to help despite having little sleep. The villa had survived with minimal damage except much of the garden was in disarray. Clearing the storm debris would be a major chore. The group did not speak of those two days of pure debauchery, but they certainly remembered.

Chapter 5 -- Awakening of the Great Mountain Lady

Once classes resumed, Jessica thought that things would return to normal. In many ways, they did, in others, not so much. James came and went as usual, and their sex life was pretty much dead in the water by this point. If she wanted to give him any hints about her infidelity, she held that at bay though she could still smell the perfume of one of his assistants that he was clearly fucking. They kept up the unspoken charade of their sham marriage, at least for the moment.

"What do you want to do for your birthday?" she asked James one day. He paused, putting down his newspaper as he'd sat eating breakfast.

"I'm sorry, but we are closing a big account that week. I have to stay in the city," he replied, flatly. She wondered why he even bothered saying he was sorry.

"I could fly to visit you. I haven't even seen your..."

He cut her off, "That wouldn't be a good idea. I'll just be sleeping and you'd be on your own during the day. Waste of a plane ticket."

Her neck got red but she held down her temper, "Fine."

He considered the matter dropped, but it really wasn't.

A few days before James birthday, Jessica met with Yuna to formulate a plan. Yuna was eager to participate as she hadn't been to the mainland her entire life. Jessica had secured two round trip tickets with her savings. Yuna had clapped her hands gleefully and they had both tumbled into bed, sharing a bath later to wash off the sweat and sex. She got along the best with Yuna and she was practically a roommate by this point so it was natural to choose her as her companion for the jaunt.

The two women wore light sundresses despite the cool spring weather. Jessica sported a wide sunhat and Italian sunglasses while Yuna's long black hair was tied back over the open back polka dot dress. They held hands as they looked for the correct address. It was a multistory building which had several condo style apartments. Yuna's neck was constantly craned as she took in the big city with its numerous towers and bustling crowds, giant billboards, heavy traffic, and endless street food.

They'd taken a cab to the general area of the corporate housing district and walked several blocks. Both of them had attracted stares with several wondering if they were models or celebrities escaping a photo shoot to mingle with the commoners. Neither of them wore bras, which was scandalous in its own right.

The apartment was on the third floor. Fortunately, it was common for people to use coded locks although they had dead bolts for when they were home. Jessica had gleaned the keycode for the door from snooping in James wallet and briefcase. Fortunately, one of his traits was to organize and keep a record of everything, including his receipts. Meals for two was a common item. She flushed with a brief burst of anger.

It was mid-afternoon and no one should be home, as he worked long hours. Jessica punched in the code, hesitated, and then turned the handle. It opened.

Yuna's eyes widened, "Wow! This place is amazing."

Indeed, it was an upscale suite with granite counters, picture windows, and leather furnishings.

"Fuck," Jessica cursed. "What else has the asshole been hiding from me?" There was a fully stocked minibar with crystal glassware. She poured herself and Yuna what she guessed was the fancy reserved shit. "Drink this." The tumbler was filled to almost spilling.

"I don't drink that much...OK," Yuna accepted as she saw the angry glint in Jessica's eyes.

She flipped on the big projection screen TV, found some snacks and got a bit hammered as the afternoon wore into early evening. His birthday was tomorrow but maybe the jerk having a bender with his officemates, or his floozy, after work. It may be a late night but she didn't want to leave to get food, and she was in no mood to cook, so they ordered some delivery.

Somehow they both ended up naked on the couch, food splattered over the coffee table. Half-asleep, the sun had set when someone tried to enter by unlocking the door but Jessica had applied the deadbolt so they banged on the door, frustrated.

Jessica snapped awake, pulling on some clothes in a hurry. She pushed the naked Yuna and her clothes into the master bedroom and shut the door. Yuna would know to stay inside until called. Wiping her bleary eyes, Jessica marched to the front door and peered through the peephole. It was a woman about her own age or perhaps a couple years younger.

Heavily made up, the brunette was a bit distorted by the lens but Jessica guessed she was a slim business hottie in a fashionable pixie cut and dress suit. Jessica snapped the door open suddenly and the woman almost tumbled in with a yelp.

"Who..." the woman asked before she immediately figured out what was going on.

Jessica pulled her in and slammed the door shut before she could flee.

The woman bowed. Her small features seemed a bit pinched but she did not quaver.

"You know who I am?"

"Of course..."

"Come inside, sorry about the mess but I made myself at home. It's technically my place too, isn't it?" Jessica said with some snark. "Have a seat. Do you want a drink?"

The woman managed to keep her composure and shook her head as she sat daintily on the edge of a side chair. Jessica sized her up. She assessed her age down a few notches to being only a couple years older than Yuna. The makeup actually made her appear older, so she didn't know why she needed so much of the crap. Otherwise, James definitely had an eye for the women, she thought. The woman was model thin with the classic demure chin and wide eyes that may have been surgically enhanced though Jessica wasn't going to pry that far.

Like an interrogator, Jessica pried out that her name was Kim Sunhee, and indeed was one of her husband's coworkers, a junior he had been dating for several months.

"So, did you enjoy fucking my husband?" She asked bluntly.

Surprisingly, Kim nodded immediately, "Yes."