Chapter Eleven

When I reflect on the island before the cave, before the storm, my memories are a whirlwind of moments that seem to blend and blur. It was all a blur, splendid and lush with an abundance of sun and silence. But there were a few key moments. The morning ritual of the twin palm trees; the warrior lying in the sand, or the seagrass. Then he would plunge into the waterfall's embrace, his powerful strokes cutting through the water like a force of nature. A jog along the island's edge followed. And then, his weapons would be retrieved, and his training atop World's End commenced a performance that left me breathless.

As a skilled Shadow, I had been trained in a myriad of fighting styles and weaponry, but his approach was something different, almost meditative. His movements were deliberate, a blend of power and finesse, and as he moved, the earth seemed to answer his call. It was a symphony of violence and beauty, dangerous and captivating.

Then there were other scenes, us fighting. Squabbling over broken fish nets or the quality of the coconuts we found. And then there were moments of silence, one of us napping, or reading one of the few books from the ship, the whole islands’ ecosystem basking in heavenly glory.

And then, there were the rare exceptions, like the sun shower that forced us to seek shelter within a hollowed log. Together in that confined space, the strange alien ants crawling over us were inconsequential, because we were closer to one another more than we had ever been before.

This was the longest we had ever stayed in each other's company, and no matter how much I wished to find another way out of the cave to avoid him, I only succeeded in getting myself lost. I wanted to call for him, but my stubbornness persisted, I would rather die in these caves than ask for his help, and to be fair, I could have.

Now, everything was different.

He helped me from the cave floor and into the warmth of his makeshift home. He poured me a big glass of water and helped me to bed, my eyes heavy lidded.

He told me a story as I drifted in and out, of his days as a child, learning how to hunt in the forest. I curled around his warmth, wanting more from him, but too tired to voice my plea.

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I woke in the pale blue of dawn the next morning, still wrapped underneath his naked body and atop the warm furs.

Even asleep, his cock is huge, pulsing against my left leg. The size of it makes my leg look so small.

I want to lick him. To reward him for being so tall, so masculine, so strong. I want to please him with my mouth and then reward him with my tight pussy.

Slowly, I descend from his arm. I travel down to his legs and let my breath tease his cock. He's glistening with pre-cum, and when I rub my lips over his tip, he stirs awake.

It takes him only a moment to remember his surroundings, then his helmeted gaze falls on me. I can feel him hardening beneath my palm as he realizes what I'm doing, what I'm going to do to him.

"Princess..." he warns, but let's stay there for what it is. Holding what I assume is his gaze, I let my closed lips travel slowly down his length.

He growls as I kiss his balls, and I just as quickly open my mouth and slip his tip inside me. I feel his broad, strong hands wrap into my scalp as he releases a deep moan.

I bob my head slightLy and he moans again. What power must I possess to make a warrior this strong crumble? I'm going to figure it out.

I open my mouth wider and fit more of him inside me. I'm only a third down his length but his size already is causing tears to prick at the corner of my eyes.

His grip in my hair tightenes and I quickly realize that he's restraining himself. His neck is taunt, showing me that his jaw may be clenched, and his hips are pressed tightly to the floor. He is holding him back, trying not to break on the innocent prey?

Why do I so badly want him to pounce.

I slide my tounge out to my bottom lip and take the clenched hand in my hair as a good sign. I'm panting all over his cock now, barely able to breathe, but I don't want to stop.

"You take me so well," he compliments, raising his head to watch. "You're such a good little girl."

I respond by shoving myself further down his cock, his head immediately crashes onto the makeshift pillow, his body arching like he so cruely did to mine.

I debate making him beg to cum as he so cruely humilated me, but I don't want to. I want to please him, more than anything I've ever wanted before.

"Fuck, princess." I'm going faster now, tears falling from my eyes as I take more and more of him down my throat. He's choking me, or I guess I'm choking myself, but I want nothing more than to taste his cum.

"Please cum for me," I say when I manage a breath, my lips once more falling down to his balls. He takes his cock in two hands and fists himself, then uses one hand to guide my jaw back over his tip.

"Ask me again," he taunts, and I look up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"Ravage me," I demand, and he most definetly complies.

I can't breathe over the size of his cock, and althought I am not the one being pleasured I still am seeing stars.

"Stick out your tounge," he commands me, and even though I am already so full with him I push out my tounge and comply. "There we go," he says in a way that embarasses me, in a way that I don't mind.

He spills into me before I can process what's happened. Warm, hot liquid that a primal part of me just simply cannot get enough of.

"Swallow," he orders of me, his hand on my jaw once more and watching my tearful eyes. I do as I'm told. I want to be well-mannerred.

His reward is wrapping me up in his warm arms and massaging my legs. My calves, my feet. I'm buzzing in a million different places, my thighs slick with want.

He nips at my thighs playfully, and I open my mouth to beg to be fucked.

"Tomorrow," he answers me before I have spoken. Then he kisses my forehead softly. "Tomorrow, baby girl."

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Three days had passed since the electric storms had ravaged the island, leaving behind an eerie silence that replaced the previous booming thunder. Cautiously, he ventured towards the mouth of the cave, his shadow disappearing behind the bend.

“What do you see? Is it safe?” I called. My words were met with silence. “Can I come?” I asked, but I was already behind him.

The once-vibrant landscape now lay in disarray, a warzone of charred trees and overturned life. The familiar trees were blackened and lifeless, their very essence zapped away by the relentless lightning. Creatures that had once roamed the forest now lay still, their lives claimed by the chaos.

But that wasn’t the strangest part. It was snowing.

The island had known warmth all its days, kissed by sunbeams and caressed by ocean breezes. But that day, everything changed. The sky darkened as if the very heavens were collapsing, and the air grew frigid, icy tendrils wrapping around every living thing. Snow fell with a surreal intensity, flecks of crystals coating the soil.

A delighted yelp escaped my lips, the childlike wonder overtaking me, a momentary reprieve from the fear that had settled deep within me. I longed to run out into the snow, to let its icy touch kiss my skin. But before I could take a step, an iridium-armored hand stopped me.

"Not yet, princess," he admonished, his voice both a gentle reminder and a stern command. I looked up at him from my lower vantage point, seeing the visage of the warrior who had become an unexpected anchor in my life. His helmet turned towards the strange horizon, his gaze holding a weight that I couldn't fully comprehend.

"Look," he instructed softly, and I followed the direction of his outstretched hand. A blue crab, a creature native to these shores, emerged from its hiding place. It scuttled from the remnants of a palm tree to the snow-covered ground, its movement a dance between curiosity and trepidation. And then, in an instant, its body was wracked with an electric current, the lethal power of the snow taking its life.

The warrior who had become both my protector and confidant shifted beside me. His gaze was fixed on the storm, his features etched with a tense determination. He had gathered enough food to sustain us for days, but the firewood was dwindling. We had been trapped in this cave, cut off from the rest of the world, isolated with only each other's company.

"Kaimari," I said, my voice wavering. "Are we going to freeze to death?"

He turned to me, his stance hard and unyielding as the iridium armor he wore. "No," he replied with a certainty that sent a shiver down my spine. "I won't let that happen."

With those words, he donned his armor, its metallic surface gleaming like a beacon of hope against the gloom. "I'll venture out and gather more firewood," he said, his voice firm. "This armor can withstand the electric charge in the snow. Stay here and stay warm."