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  Isla Island: Ryan’s Harem

  Lexi Harder

  © 2019 Lexi Harder. All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction and all individuals depicted within are fully consenting adults. Do not use this story as a model for relationships and consent in the real world.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Ryan is trying to nap. He’s laying face down on a deck chair, headphones failing to block out the voices of happy vacationers. He hadn’t wanted to take this cruise to begin with, but his girlfriend, Laura, had wheedled and whined until he agreed. Of course he ended up paying for both of them, and now Laura isn’t even here. He’d come home early from work the day before the cruise —the non-refundable cruise— to find her sucking off some guy in their living room.

  She had the audacity to demand both tickets so she could bring a friend. Ryan had his suspicions about who that friend would be, and he certainly wasn’t going to pay for her to suck someone else’s cock. So here he is determined to have fun to spite her. He’s failing miserably.

  Every pretty girl reminds him of Laura, and every muscled guy reminds him of the guy busting his nut down Laura’s throat. Laura had never let him come in her mouth, claiming it tasted gross. Apparently she just hadn’t been that into him or at least not into anything that wasn’t his wallet. Ugh, it isn’t even like he’s a bad looking guy, he’s just not the blond Adonis she wanted.

  Logically he knows he’s better off without her, but she was the only person he really hung out with outside of work. He isn’t close to his family and he left his friends when he moved across the country six months ago for a job. He met Laura his second day in his new city, and she’d been the majority of his social circle since then.

  He rolls over and catches the eye of a server. Drinks are unlimited on this cruise, and he might as well take advantage of it. If he can’t have fun, he can at least forget his sorrows.

  Ryan groans and curses past Ryan for leaving the shades open. His head is killing him. This is his worst hangover since he left Freshman year of college behind him. He blinks into the sun before trying to borrow under his sheets, only to discover he’s not in bed. He’s laying on some sort of beach with no cruise ship in sight.

  Ryan doesn’t find this as weird as he should. He pushes himself up and stumbles toward the shade of some nearby palms. It’s probably some sort of alcohol-induced hallucination, but the sun’s rays are real enough to bother him. Ryan falls asleep, or passes out, he’s not really sure. When he wakes the sun is low on the horizon and he’s still alone on a beach. He’s starting to feel a bit chilly as a cool wind hits his bare chest. He’s dressed only in a pair of swim trunks, he doesn’t even have a towel.

  He walks around the beach until he finds a particularly big palm. He buries himself as far as he can into the sand on the side away from the beach and resigns himself to a miserable night. He’s hungry and thirsty, but he’s not willing to risk his neck stumbling around in the dark. The one bright spot or spots is the glorious display across the night sky. The stars are brighter than he’s ever seen and they seem nearly close enough to touch.

  He wakes up feeling like death. He’s intensely thirsty and shivering so hard his teeth chatter. The sun is barely peaking above the horizon. As much as he’s hurting, he knows he has to get up and look for water. It only takes him twenty minutes to circle his island, and another few hours until he’s satisfied he’d explored the interior. Not only is there no water, as far as he can tell there are no animals, and certainly no people. All he finds are palm trees and a few stands of bamboo.

  He vaguely remembers reading that sometimes you can find water by digging, so he finds an empty conch shell on the beach and starts deepening the hole he slept in. Sweat is pouring down his face, dehydrating him even further. He digs until his vision goes blurry, takes a brief break and digs again. When he passes out, he doesn’t expect to wake again.

  CHAPTER TWO

  When he opens his eyes he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. Perfect round breasts are hovering inches above his head, and if he could move he’d sit up and bury his face in that generous cleavage. A cold liquid is being gently dripped into his mouth and sponged over his face and chest. He can swallow again as the burning dryness that’d been his companion since he woke up on the beach dissipates. The surface he’s resting on rocks gently beneath him. Finally comfortable he drifts into a peaceful haze cushioned by the soft murmur of feminine voices.

  He’s finally regaining strength. Ryan opens his eyes and pushes himself into a sitting position. His jaw drops. He’s sitting in the middle of an outrigger canoe with a woman in front of him and one behind. He’s mesmerized by the muscles moving under the skin of the woman in front of him as she strokes swiftly through the ocean. He doesn’t know how long he was unconscious but they’re approaching an island, and the one he came from is no longer in sight. A pod of dolphins paces the canoe diving under and around it before breaking off when they approach a reef. The reef encloses a calm bay and the women navigate through a narrow channel to reach it. There’s a shuddering jerk as the outrigger runs aground on the island, and the two women are offering him help off the canoe.

  He’s stumbling over his feet and is glad for the woman guiding him by his elbow. She leads him down a path overshadowed by trees and hanging vines. When they emerge into a large clearing he’s overwhelmed by the sight of round asses and perky breasts. They range from muscular butts you could bounce a quarter off of to dimpled asses that jiggle enticingly with each step. Some women are softly curved with love handles he could really get a grip on. Others have toned stomachs and he wants to lick each defined muscle. They all have gorgeous breasts from generous handfuls to huge globes he could suffocate himself in.

  The women show a variety of skin tones across all shades of sand from sugar white to volcanic black. Some look Asian, some African, some European, and some Latin-American. He’s not sure how the blend of skin colors and ethnicities all ended up on one island.

  They’re all blessed with tiny waists, and any one of them could model as a fertility goddess. One woman barely hits five feet tall, and he imagines how easily he could pick her up and fuck her against a wall. One woman dwarfs Ryan’s own six feet of height. He wants to climb her like a tree. Some are dressed in clothing made up of various plants. Some wear tops but no bottoms and some wear bottoms but no tops, and others are completely nude. They all show absolutely no body shame.

  A woman turns and sees them and lets out an excited shriek. A babble of voices fill the air and Ryan is surrounded by excited, giggling women. There are hands petting his arms, his shoulders, his back, and what sounds like a dozen voices introducing themselves at once. Breasts are bouncing, asses are jiggling, and every face has a smile on it.

  Ryan is passed from hand to hand, names flooding his ears; Ari, Belle, Candi, Katie, Dani, Kaylie, and Haylie. He’s trying to connect names to faces and keep track of the number of women, but all he manages is that they’re all gorgeous.

  The women start moving, shepherding him towards the end of the clearing and Ryan notices a stone structure made up of volcanic rock topped by an altar decorated in colorful flowers. He ends up in the center of their cluster as they arrange themselves in a semi-circle around it. A few long minutes pass as the women stare intently at the altar. Suddenly the woman right behind him giggles and bounces past him.

  “Whoopsies, I forgot it was my turn.”

  As soon as her ass hits the altar her entire demeanor changes. She folds her ankles demurely and sits up straighter. When she speaks her voice is lower and more forceful.

  “Welcome my daughters and guest. I know you have been eagerly awaiting the day when we would embrace a man of our own.”


  The women cheer and she holds up a hand to quiet them.

  “Don’t be too hasty, our guest must pass the three sacred challenges to be accepted among us. If our island is to become the lush, fertile wonderland it can be, our male must be worthy.”

  Ryan interrupts, “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

  “I am the island.”

  “Like the island goddess?”

  “In a way, I am the spirit, the incarnation of the island. My spirit pervades this land and the water around it. I am in every leaf and every rock. I am the reason you understand my people and they you. I pulled you from your world, your dimension if you will, and brought you here. You may call me Isla.”

  She motions towards Ryan.

  “Introduce yourself to my daughters.”

  Ryan awkwardly clears his throat. “My name is Ryan Masters; I’m twenty-eight; and I work as a software designer.”

  A petite, raven-haired beauty raises her hand and the goddess acknowledges her.

  “You’re twenty-eight what?”

  “Years. Do you not keep track of time here?”

  The woman looks confused and the goddess replies.

  “We keep track of time; our lives start differently than yours. Each woman is born fully grown from the sacred flower. Not one of my daughters is more than two of your months old.”

  “They’re babies?!”

  “Open your ears, male, I said they are born fully grown. They are each independent beings capable of making their own decisions.”

  “Is the woman you’re possessing making her own decisions right now?”

  “I appreciate your concern for my daughter. She is fine. My daughters chose to take turns allowing me to speak through them. She is not harmed. Enough questions. You must pass three challenges to stay on my island. You must follow two very important rules. First you must cause no harm and second you must not orgasm. Your first task begins as the sun rises tomorrow. Start on the path behind the altar and continue until you reach the end. You may neither leave the path nor speak.”

  The woman on the altar rises, and then bounces down the stone steps. Her previous attitude and voice have returned.

  “That’s so weird. I feel all fizzy now.”

  Ryan’s stomach growls, and the women are instantly concerned. Belle, a quiet brunette, and Candi, an intensely curvaceous red-head with light brown skin and a constellation of freckles, make it their mission to see that he is supplied with a variety of fruits that Ryan doesn’t recognize. He’s starting to nod off over a glass of fruit juice as the sun sinks, and he doesn’t protest when he is led to a bamboo platform enclosed by palm fronds. He falls asleep to the soothing susurration of the waves caressing the beach.

  CHAPTER THREE

  At first light a woman shakes Ryan awake in a unique way. She pushes her cleavage into his face and Ryan wakes up to find himself motor-boating a pair of truly impressive breasts. He lets himself savor it. He’s never been woken up in a more enjoyable way. When the boobs are pulled back he gets to see the smiling face they belong to.

  “Hi! I’m Katie,” she chirped. “We’re not allowed to feed you this morning, but you’re welcome to help yourself to any fruit you see on your journey.”

  He blinks still waking up. Katie is an intensely curvaceous blond with huge yet perky breasts over a tiny waist and generous hips. With her green eyes, pale skin, and full pink lips, she looks a bit doll like. The view is more than a fair compensation for the lack of coffee, but it doesn’t help with his brain processing in any way.

  “What about water?”

  She launches herself at him in a hug, “You're so smart! Kaylie has your water.”

  Kaylie turns out to be the identical twin of Katie, and she hands him a hollowed out gourd full of water. All the women turn out to see him off, and he is hugged by each ending with the Amazonian Ari pressing his face into her overflowing rack. He squares his shoulders and set off on the path that begins behind the altar.

  He moves slowly, making sure to scan each side of the path as he goes for anything that might try to pull him off it. He’s not going to risk failing this task because he wasn’t paying attention. He’s not sure when he decided it was important to succeed in these challenges, but he has an intense competitive streak, and it’s coming out now. Obviously not feeding him is supposed to draw his attention to the fruit hanging just out of reach on either side of the path, but he’s not tempted.

  Something sparkles and he tenses as he looks for the source. A breeze reveals that the sparkle is a pile of treasure, what appears to be gold and jewels the size of chicken eggs. He scoffs, an obvious trap, and continues. About half an hour later he hears a voice calling him. It’s the voice of his ex-girlfriend Laura. She’s saying that she’s sorry and wants him back. He doesn’t believe it’s actually her, but the temptation to tell her off grows stronger with every word uttered, he plugs his ears and keeps walking. Eventually he lets his hands drop down and is pleased that he can no longer hear that voice.

  He rounds a corner and nearly falls over. Just off the path Candi and Dani are executing a perfect example of a sixty-nine; they’re moaning in delight as they revel in each other’s pussies. Candi raises her head, Dani’s juices dripping off her chin, “Ryan, come join us. We want your cock.” Dani disengages from her effort to become part of Candi’s pussy, “I want to suck your dick!” It’s the biggest temptation thus far, and he has to look at his feet instead of the girls to make himself keep moving.

  He can see the end when he hears a blood-curdling scream. It’s a visceral, terrified sound. Ryan doesn’t even think about it. He lunges off the path and heads for the noise. Passing this task isn’t worth the risk of someone getting hurt. He searches for hours but is unable to find the source of the scream. Defeated he heads back towards the little village, preparing himself to be kicked off the island. He arrives to find one woman sitting on the altar, the rest in front of it, and all of them staring at him. He forces himself to stand up straight and proud and look the goddess in the eyes.

  “What happens now?”

  “You advance to your second challenge.”

  “But I didn’t pass this one.”

  “Yes, you did. The real test was to see if you could follow instructions when disobeying them would benefit you, and to see if you could disobey to help another when it wouldn’t benefit you. I am pleased with you, Ryan Masters. My daughters have leave to feed you well tonight.”

  The petite, raven-haired beauty on the altar slips off and joins her sisters. There is a brief but intense conversation, after which Haylie, a woman with a glorious riot of black curls, leads him to a little bower made of fronds. She ties a little blindfold across his eyes, and it doesn’t occur to him to protest.

  There’s rustling and happy voices whispering and giggling and women settle around him. Something velvety soft is pressed against his lips and instinctively he opens his mouth. He tries lean forward, but multiple hands on each of his limbs prevent him from moving. Maybe this is another challenge, and he has to identify what’s in his mouth. He rubs his lips against the soft thing pressing against his lips and it pebbles. He decides it must be skin, maybe the inside of someone’s wrist.

  He extends his tongue and swipes it across what he’s offered. A sigh is released above him and the skin peaks becoming a small nub in his mouth. He licks again and the nub sweeps further. Warm, pillowy flesh presses against his face, and awareness burst upon him like a supernova. He has someone’s nipple in his mouth. He rolls the flesh around his lips before pulling it fully into his mouth and sucking gently. To his shock a burst of flavor rolls across his tongue. Instinctively he sucks harder and sweet nectar flows across his tongue. It’s not milk; it’s lightly effervescent like seltzer water, and sweet like the nectar from the honeysuckle flowers he used to drink as a child.

  He suckles harder. He feels rejuvenated with each swallow. Another nipple nudges his mouth and he does his best to suck on both at once. More nectar
is running down the outside of his throat than the inside and a warm soft tongue begins licking the excess off his skin. A third nipple pushes the other two out of the way, and a slightly new flavor of deliciousness is introduced. Warm soft flesh is pushing in on him from every side, and he has to remind himself that part of his instructions were to not orgasm. Fortunately the goddess hasn’t forbidden erections.

  Strength rolls though his limbs with each swallow. Nipple after nipple is shoved in his mouth, and the taste changes subtly with each one. He flicks the current nipple with his tongue then suckles hard. The sweet nectar flows faster, and he guzzles it down. The breast in his mouth is pulled back and the nipple leaves his mouth with a pop. He feels stronger than when he started this grueling day, stronger than he’s ever felt.

  He looks down at his naked chest and is surprised to see more muscle definition than he had the day before. He’s always been reasonably active, cycling to and from work and going hiking or rock climbing on weekends, but he’s never had a six pack before. It’s further evidence that this island doesn’t follow the laws of nature he’s used to.