Chapter 3: Hunting
I found myself in the bush deeper in the island. Elizabeth had remained at the beach camp, while I went foraging for food deeper. Hearing a sound, I quietly moved through the jungle to find Ashton, still in her dark green bikini, facing away from me and reaching upwards to grab a coconut off a fruit tree, unsuccessfully.
"Ugh," she shouted in frustration, "
I can't reach it!" She stretched higher, her long, tanned legs spread apart in an attempt to gain more height, but her hands were still a good six inches away from the object of her desire.
The sight of her, vulnerable and determined, filled me with a primitive urge. I stepped closer, my footsteps muffled by the dense underbrush, enjoying the sight of her undulating muscles as she tried to reach her goal. The thin fabric of her bikini bottom barely covered her pert behind.
Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of sun-kissed silk, a few loose strands clinging to her slender neck. As she tilted her head to look up at the coconut, the soft, tender line of her jaw came into view, a delicate curve that begged to be traced with a fingertip.
I couldn't help but imagine the feel of her skin beneath my touch, the way her body would arch into my palm as I explored every inch of her. The memory of Elizabeth's responsive nipple beneath my lips still lingered, a tantalizing taste that I craved more of.
But Ashton's struggle with the coconut tree presented a different challenge, one that required a more direct approach. I moved closer, the leaves and branches of the jungle whispering my arrival, their rustling a symphony of nature's secrets.
Without being noticed, I crept up behind her and swiftly wrapped an arm around her throat, quickly making her unconscious.
She struggled briefly, her limbs flailing like those of a puppet whose strings have been cut, before her body went limp, and she slumped against me. Her breath hitched, and her eyes fluttered closed, her long lashes casting shadows on her high cheekbones.
I held her close, my heart pounding against her back, my body responding to her nearness despite the circumstances. The scent of her skin was intoxicating, a mix of salt, sunscreen, and something uniquely Ashton—a fragrance of jasmine and citrus that clung to her like a second skin.
I inhaled deeply, her breaths warm against my forearm, her chest rising and falling softly against me. The feel of her, so close, so helpless, was a potent aphrodisiac, igniting a fire deep within me.
I eased her down onto the soft, verdant moss, her body supine and vulnerable. The sun filtered through the dense canopy above, casting dappled, golden light onto her bare skin. Her wavy hair splayed out around her like a halo, the loose strands catching the sunlight and glinting like silver. She was so beautiful, and I was looking forward to having my prize.
I laid her down on the jungle ground, face-up, as I studied her bikini-clad body.
The emerald leaves above rustled in the gentle breeze, casting shadows that danced over her sun-kissed skin. The air was thick with humidity, and the scent of the jungle was a symphony of earth, flowers, and the distant sea.
Ashton's bikini bottom was a deep green, similar to the vibrant hues of the leaves surrounding us. It was a stark contrast to her tanned skin, and I couldn't help but notice how the fabric clung to her curves, outlining the contours of her sex. I was overcome with a primal urge, a beastly hunger that demanded to be satisfied.
I turned her around, and undid the strap on her bikini top, and swiftly removed her bikini bottom, exposing her bare ass.
She had a beautiful, firm ass, with the most delightful curves, and it was all mine to explore. I allowed my fingers to glide along her smooth skin, tracing her curves, feeling the heat of her body beneath my touch. My touch was tender, yet firm, as I caressed her, relishing the velvety softness of her skin.
The air was filled with the scent of our arousal, a heady mix of salt, jasmine, and citrus. I could hear the distant hum of insects, the rustle of leaves, the rhythmic pulse of our breaths.
Ashton still unconscious, I positioned my cock against her pussy from behind, her prone body still flat.
I took in a sharp breath, the anticipation of entering her causing my heart to pound in my chest like a drumroll. The tip of my cock was slick with pre-cum, a testament to my arousal, my desire for her palpable and urgent. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, her skin warm and inviting beneath my touch.
I thrust my hips forward, slowly and deliberately, allowing my cock to slip inside her. The sensation was exquisite, the tightness of her pussy enveloping me, her wetness coating me like a velvet glove. Ashton, still unconscious, let out a soft moan. I wondered what sort of erotic dreams she had conjured to account for her penetration in the real world.
I grabbed her hair roughly as I re-positioned our bodies into doggy-style position,
and I thrust harder and faster inside her. Her moans were growing louder and more frequent. Her breath was ragged, her body writhing beneath me, her back arching in response to my touch.
I took a moment to indulge in her scent, inhaling deeply the unique blend of jasmine and citrus that clung to her sweat-soaked skin. It was as if the very air around us was intoxicated, a heady mix of our combined essences that permeated my every pore.
Ashton suddenly woke up, finding herself being penetrated roughly from behind by me.
Her eyes widened in shock, her breath catching in her throat. She looked over her shoulder, her huge doe-like eyes taking in the sight of me, naked and aroused, thrusting into her with a primal intensity. I could see the moment of recognition dawning on her face, the memory of our class together resurfacing like a ghost from the past.
"James?" she gasped, her voice a husky whisper, barely audible over the rustle of leaves and hum of insects. "What are you... doing?"
I didn't stop, my body driven by a primal urge that refused to be denied.
My hands gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, guiding her movements to meet my thrusts. The sound of our flesh meeting filled the air, a symphony of desire that drowned out the hum of the jungle around us.
Ashton's gasp turned into a moan, her body responding to my touch despite her initial shock. Her back arched, her head thrown back, her hair cascading down in a waterfall of sun-kissed silk. Her body was a canvas of sensations, every nerve ending alight with fire and pleasure.
Her skin was slick with sweat, a testament to our exertions. My hand gripping her head roughly, I continued to pound her from behind as she tried to escape from
my grasp, her pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears. The scent of jasmine and citrus was overpowering, mingling with the earthy aroma of the jungle, the salt of our sweat, and the musk of our arousal. It was a heady, intoxicating elixir that seemed to fuel my desire, stoking the flames of my lust to unquenchable heights.
Ashton's body moved beneath me in perfect syncopation, her hips meeting my thrusts with a passion that belied her initial shock. Her breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, the air expanding her lungs like bellows, the sound a symphony of her surrender to the primal rhythm of our coupling.
I felt my orgasm approach as I sped up my thrusting, her wet cunt
gripping my cock like a vice, her pussy walls pulsating around me in a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of my heart.
Ashton's body convulsed beneath me, her orgasm ripping through her like a wildfire, her screams muffled by the dense jungle foliage, her body shuddering with the force of her release.
I groaned, my cock pulsating as I came, the hot, sticky sensation of my cum spurting into her, filling her with my essence.
Ashton's body milked me, her inner walls clenching and unclenching, drawing every last drop from me. I collapsed on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged and out of sync.
The jungle around us seemed to resonate with our passion, the hum of insects and rustle of leaves symphonizing with our gasps and moans. I could feel her heartbeat pulsing beneath me, her chest heaving against the ground, her back flushed and glistening.
The scent of our lovemaking clung to her skin like a second layer, a fragrant aura that combined the tang of her sweat with the sweet musk of our intertwined bodies. I inhaled deeply, committing the scent to memory, a perfume as unique and intoxicating as Ashton herself.
As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I slipped out of her, a rush of sticky warmth coating my cock and her thighs. I rolled onto my back, my body sated and limp, my limbs heavy with the languor of post-coital bliss.
Ashton collapsed, exhausted, panting heavily with both shame and satisfaction.
"I can't believe you raped me
, James," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I saw you struggling with that coconut, and I knew that I'd have to have you. I can help protect you. I have a camp with Elizabeth Olsen at the beach, but I wanted my payment first. A carnal payment. That's why I had you," I said, "To establish the type of relationship we would have."
I turned to look at her, her long, wavy hair fanned out around her, her huge doe-like eyes filled with a mix of confusion and shock. She was still lying on the soft, verdant moss, her body glistening with sweat and a thin layer of dust from the jungle floor. The sun's rays filtered through the dense canopy above, casting dappled, golden light onto her sun-kissed skin, making her look almost ethereal.
"You mean... you you have food and water?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath still ragged from our exertions.
"Yes," I replied, my voice hoarse from the effort of our lovemaking. "I have a camp set up near the beach, with a store of food and water. You're welcome to join me, and Elizabeth, of course. We can work together to survive this island. But the payment is sex. Whenever I want."
Ashton looked at me, her huge doe-like eyes filled with a mix of disbelief, suspicion, and hunger for food. The setting sun cast long, dancing shadows across her face, highlighting the delicate contours of her features.
Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, a blush that had been painted upon her skin by the heat of our bodies entwined. The jungle air, heavy with humidity and the scent of our spent passions, seemed to shimmer around us, a living, breathing entity that bore witness to our intimate encounter.
"Okay," she said, finally. I grinned, and extended my hand towards her, which she hesitantly took. I helped her onto her feet, as she re-adjusted her bikini and tidied her hair, messy from lovemaking.
I took her back to the beach camp, where Elizabeth was busy tidying and organizing usable items from the supply box we had found from the boat's wreckage.
"Hey Elizabeth," I said, "This is Ashton."
Ashton politely smiled at Elizabeth, who smiled back. "I'm happy to see you're alive, Ashton," said Elizabeth.
"You too," replied Ashton.
Both women looked beautiful, their slender bodies
accentuated by the simple garments they wore. Ashton had managed to tie her damp bikini top back into place, the green fabric contrasting with her sun-kissed skin. Elizabeth wore a sarong she had fashioned from a bedsheet found in the wreckage, the blue fabric secured around her waist and over her shoulder, leaving her left breast bare. The mole above it was a dark beautymark against her creamy skin.
I watched them, my breath still ragged from our earlier exertions. The scent of sex and sweat still clung to my skin, a heady mix of musk and salt that made my head swim.
I leaned against a nearby palm tree, watching as Ashton and Elizabeth settled into the makeshift camp, their movements a dance of familiarity and ease. The jungle around us was alive with the symphony of nature's nocturnal creatures, a cacophony of chirps, clicks, and rustles that seemed to pulse with the same primal rhythm that had driven my desires earlier.
Ashton had taken a seat on the sand, her long, tanned legs stretched out before her, her hands busy tying a piece of torn fabric around her head to keep her hair back.
"Any luck with food?" asked Elizabeth, as I joined her in tidying up the camp.
"No. We did find some palm trees with coconuts, but they are a little out of reach. We'll have to figure out a way to get them. That's actually how I found Ashton," I replied. Eyeing the mostly empty supply box, I turned to Elizabeth to ask, "So, what'd you find in the box?"
Elizabeth gestured at the tarp that she had laid on the beach, and the groupings of items from the supply box as she pointed at each grouping.
" We have a few cans of tuna, a couple of boxes of crackers, some dried fruit, a jar of peanut butter, and some water pouches. Not much, but it'll have to do until we can find more. That's just food."
Then, pointing at a set of tools, she said, "Some survival tools. Rope, knife, hatchet, lighter. I couldn't find any sort of signalling device, so it looks like we'll be stuck out here. But, I did find a box with a flare gun and some flares."
"No guns?" I asked.
"No guns," she replied, shaking her head, "But I did find a pretty good survival manual, and it looks like there are some instructions for building traps. I think I saw some fish and crabs in the ocean, so we might have some luck there."
"I've built crab traps before," said Ashton, approaching us, "But not with palm wood. We'll have to find some dry, skinnier branches deeper in the jungle."
"Okay, sounds good. I'm going to go back now for a bit, to find some wood for a fire," I said, heading back into the jungle.
I came back shortly afterward as the sun was setting, and built a fire as we cooked a meal, digging into our precious rations. Tomorrow we would have to find something to eat, so that we could save our nonperishable food for emergencies. The night at the beach was surprisingly cold, and we huddled close together as we ate our small meal tuna, crackers, and peanut butter.
The fire crackled and popped, casting an orange glow on our faces and painting the dark ocean and sky with a warm, inviting light. The sound of the surf was a steady, rhythmic lullaby, the waves crashing against the shore with a soothing predictability.
As we ate, Ashton told us about her experience in the jungle, her voice husky and low as she recounted the fear and the relief she felt when I found her. Elizabeth listened intently, her eyes reflecting the fire's dance, her expression a mix of concern and admiration for Ashton's resilience.
"You raped her?" accused Elizabeth, looking at me harshly over the flickering flames of the fire. The shadows played on her face, highlighting the harsh lines of her disapproval. The smell of tuna and peanut butter was replaced by the acrid stench of smoke and the salty tang of the sea. The crackling of the fire was the only sound, a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of the jungle, which seemed to have retreated into the night.
I looked down at my hands, the rough callouses and dirt under my nails a testament to the survival skills I'd been forced to use.
"No. We had sex in exchange for me bringing her back to our camp," I said coolly.
"She wanted food and water. I wanted her."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in closer to me, her voice barely above a whisper. "That's despicable, James. You can't just... take what you want. This isn't some sort of primal fantasy. This is real life. You raped her."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair, feeling the grit of the day's exertions clinging to my skin. The fire crackled and popped, casting dancing shadows on our faces, the warmth of the flames a stark contrast to the cool evening air.
"We're on an island, and there's nobody else around. She needed us to survive, and I don't know if she's going to be able to help or not. So, I fucked her in payment for her chance at survival. I think she should be grateful," I said.
Elizabeth scoffed, and turned back to the fire in silence.
We huddled together under the makeshift lean-to Elizabeth had constructed with a tarp, held down with rocks and held up with a sturdy branch. We laid down on another tarp we had laid in the lean-to, and huddled close together for warmth, as we had no blanket. The sand underneath our tarp bed was surprisingly warm,
retaining the heat of the sun from the day.
Ashton and Elizabeth were lying in front of me, their bodies pressed against mine. Elizabeth's left breast was exposed, her nipple erect and inviting in the cool night air. I could feel the heat radiating off Ashton's back, her body still flushed from our encounter earlier.
As I lay there, I could smell the scent of the ocean, the salt air mixed with the sweet fragrance of the jungle flowers that bloomed at night. Soon, I drifted off into sleep.