Island of the Fertility Goddess
It took a minute for me to wake up, rising from the depths of sleep like swimming to the surface of some vast ocean. My every muscle ached and my head pounded, I licked my lips and recoiled at the strong taste of salt. I cracked open my eyelids and was nearly blinded by the sun beating down on me.
Memories from the past week flashed through my mind as I woke up. For years I had felt that I didn't really belong where I was and wanted to find the right place for me, so I took a job with a trans-Pacific cargo shipping company to see the world.
Shipping out on the
Abaia
the sea had seemed so calm, but it didn't take more than a few days before a massive tempest arose ahead of us. The captain did the best he could but our ship was buffeted across the ocean, all semblance of control having been lost. As the ship slid down a massive wave I was nearly weightless, making it impossible to defend myself when a rogue wave blindsided me. The next thing I knew I was in the water, hands outstretched and slipping under the waves...
Propping myself up with my arms I squinted at the world around me: I was laying on a beach of the finest white sand I had ever seen stretching into the distance to my sides, while waves lapped at my ankles from the ocean in front of me. I stumbled to my feet, shielding my eyes from the sun as I surveyed my surroundings in greater detail.
The crystal clear water in front of me continued to the horizon, endless and beautiful. The beach I shakily stood on went on for some distance but eventually curved out of sight on both sides, indicting that I might be on an island. Aside from my footprints the beach was smooth, with no sign of debris or anything else that could prove useful. Turning around I discovered that the beach continued for 30 feet or so inland before it evolved into grasses, shrubs and eventually trees.
I stumbled towards the tree line to take a closer look. I could see that forest quickly became dark and dense, pushing through it would no doubt be exhausting. My mind raced as the truth sank in: I was marooned here, alone and with no supplies.
I managed to collect myself quickly, if I stopped to think about the absurdity of being shipwrecked on an island in the modern age I'd never get anything done. I racked my brain for something, anything that would help me right now. Any clip of Bear Grylls, some tidbit from a survival show or book I had read as a kid...
It hit me. The first priority right now had to be finding fresh water. If I had that I could move on to food, shelter, and so on.
I decided to walk along the beach near the tree line, desperately hoping to come across a stream feeding into the ocean. The heat was nearly unbearable, even staying in the shade I had to strip my shirt off, leaving my shorts as my only covering. Holding my shirt in one hand I walked wearily along the line of the jungle, footsteps stretching back off behind me.
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I had been wandering for hours with a parched mouth before I saw it: among the broad tropical leaves in the distance, spots of light glimmered near the ground. I sprinted towards it, the ache in my muscles forgotten, and fell to my knees beside the stream.
It was only a small brook burbling along a narrow and rocky riverbed but I was ecstatic. The water was so clear it seemed entirely transparent and sung a soothing melody as it trickled among the stones. I plunged my hands into the cool creek and felt instant relief from the heat. Cupping my hands I brought water to my lips and drank greedily, taking gulp after gulp not caring how much was spilled.
Now sated I took a moment to catch my breath, chest heaving as I wiped the sweat from my brow. My heartbeat began to slow, but something was off. My skin felt more sensitive, my fingers tingled and I had the sense of slight unreality that comes with being a little tipsy. Looking down I realized a tent had formed in my shorts.
Right then I was hit by the strongest desire I had ever felt. I wanted to, had to, needed to FUCK. Right now. My cock began to ache as it strained against my shorts, begging to be let free and used. I lightly stroked it through my pants but it wasn't enough. Climbing to my feet I tore off the shorts I was wearing, my last remaining vestige of clothing, and threw them across the stream deep into the foliage as my hand grasped my hard cock.
I froze as I heard a gasp from behind me.
Spinning around I was greeted with a sight that left me stunned.
A woman stood among the trees who couldn't have been more than 30 years old and no taller than 5 and a half feet. Her skin was tanned to a deep almond with long black hair framing a delicate and noble face, full lips parted in surprise.
But what made me stop in my tracks was the fact that she was completely and entirely naked.
Large round breasts hung from her chest capped by dark brown nipples that seemed to harden before my eyes. A soft belly led into wide thighs with a bush of black hair at the center, as dense as the jungle around us. She held a spear which clattered to the ground as she released her grip, eyes looking me up and down hungrily.
"Lú, sa na?"
The first words I'd heard since washing up on this island and I hadn't the faintest clue what they meant.
"I, um... sorry, what?" My hands flew to cover my manhood as I realized I was just as nude as she was.
She enunciated slowly, lips carefully forming words as though she hadn't used English in years.
"You are... a man? Are you? A man?"
"I.. ye-yes I'm a man. What are- uh, who are you?"
"Na" She observed me predatorily.
"Nat? Nah? I'm Josh, hi." I contemplated reaching for a handshake before realizing how ridiculous that would be.
I took a breath. "And um, where are we Na?"
She stepped closer.
"Pardesu" She stated matter-of-factly.
As she approached me her eyes were focused on the bulge I was fighting in vain to conceal.
"That's the name of this island? And wh-where is it? You see my ship got blown way off course by a storm and I don't-"
"The sea."
"...well yeah I know that but I wanted to-"
