Tempting Tides of Forbidden Lust
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Chapter 1: Storm’s Savage Awakening 🔥
Rain hammered the deck like a thousand fists, turning our rickety catamaran into a bucking beast. I clung to the rail, salt spray stinging my eyes, my thin shirt plastered to my skin. The wind howled, whipping my dark curls across my face. We’d been stupid to set out from the coastal ruins at dusk, chasing whispers of untouched atolls loaded with supplies. But desperation makes fools of us all.
Jax, my rugged partner with sun-bleached hair and a body carved from years hauling scrap, gripped the tiller. His muscles flexed under drenched denim, veins bulging like ropes. Beside me, Mira—our fiery redhead recruit, all curves and defiance—vomited over the side, her full breasts heaving with each retch. We’d picked her up two ports back, her tempting hips swaying as she bartered her body for passage. Now, she was one of us, bound by shared peril and sweat-slicked nights.
“Isla!” Jax bellowed over the gale. “Secure the mainsail before it rips us apart!”
I nodded, tasting blood where my lip split against the wood. Crawling forward, ropes bit into my palms, raw and burning. Lightning cracked the sky, illuminating Mira’s pale thighs as her skirt hiked up. Fuck, even now, her ass cheeks peeked, round and slick. Tempting. So goddamn tempting in this chaos.
The boat lurched, slamming me into the mast. Pain shot through my ribs, but heat pooled low in my belly—adrenaline’s cruel gift. Jax lunged, wrapping an arm around my waist, his hardness pressing against my back. “You good?” His breath hot on my neck, smelling of salt and rum pilfered earlier.
“Alive,” I gasped, grinding back instinctively. Mira crawled over, eyes wild. “Need help?” Her hand slid up my thigh, fingers teasing the edge of my soaked panties.
We collapsed in the cockpit as the storm peaked, bodies tangled. Jax’s mouth crushed mine, tongue invading like the waves. Mira’s lips found my neck, sucking hard enough to bruise. I tasted the ocean on them, metallic and wild. Her fingers plunged into my slick warmth, no preamble, stretching me with two, then three. I moaned into Jax’s kiss, my hand fumbling his zipper. His length sprang free, thick and veined, throbbing in my grip.
“Fuck me,” I demanded, voice raw. He flipped me onto all fours, the boat rocking us. Rain lashed my back as he thrust in, deep and brutal, filling my heat. Mira straddled my face, her pussy dripping—musky, tangy—grinding down. I lapped at her folds, tongue flicking her swollen clit. She cried out, nails raking my shoulders.
Thunder drowned our grunts. Jax pounded harder, balls slapping wet skin. “Take it, Isla. All of it.” His hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back. Mira came first, juices flooding my mouth, sweet-sour nectar. I followed, walls clenching Jax’s cock like a vice. He roared, pumping hot seed deep inside, overflowing down my thighs.
We slumped, panting, the storm easing to a drizzle. Exhaustion hit like a wave. But survival meant more than fucking through fear—it meant finding land. Dawn broke gray, revealing a jagged islet ahead, vines choking black rocks. Seals? No, shadows of something bigger. People? Rivals?
“Anchor here,” Jax ordered, wiping sweat from his brow. Mira licked her lips, still tasting me. “Whatever’s there, we take it.”
Chapter 2: The Black Beach Orgy 💋
We dragged the catamaran ashore, hull scraping volcanic sand. The air reeked of guano and rotting kelp, thick enough to chew. Seabirds wheeled overhead, screeching like jealous lovers. My legs trembled from the night’s frenzy, cum drying crusty between my thighs.
Mira scouted first, her lithe form vanishing into mist-shrouded palms. Jax and I hauled crates—canned fish, flares, our meager arsenal. A low bark echoed. Not seals. Human voices, guttural and frantic.
She returned, eyes gleaming. “They’re like us. Scavengers. Half a dozen, butchering… something. Deer? And they’re armed.”
“Ravagers,” Jax muttered. Our perennial foes, plump from raiding softer groups, always one step behind on these hunts. We’d evaded them before, but here? Tempting to ambush, claim their haul.
We crept forward, bellies growling. The beach teemed: naked bodies, smeared in blood, knives flashing over carcasses. Men with barrel chests, women with heavy tits swinging as they worked. One couple fucked right there, her legs wrapped around him, grunting over fresh liver steaming on coals.
“Watch,” Mira whispered, her hand slipping into my shorts again. I bit my lip as her fingers circled my still-sensitive opening. Jax’s breath quickened beside us.
A woman spotted us—tall, tattooed, with a tempting scar tracing her cleavage. “Outsiders! Weapons down, or we gut you!”
Jax stepped out, hands raised. “We’re not here to fight. Trade. Passage got rough.”
They lowered spears. Their leader, a brute named Kael, eyed Mira’s curves. “You bring pussy? Meat?” His gaze lingered, promising filth.
Negotiations turned carnal fast. Kael’s wife, Lena—voluptuous, dark-haired like me but older, hips wide from birthing—offered her tent. “Share meat, share heat.”
Inside, hides muffled waves. The air hung heavy with smoke, sweat, pussy. Lena pushed me down, her mouth devouring my breasts, teeth grazing nipples till they ached. “Taste like sea salt,” she murmured, tongue swirling. Jax claimed Mira, bending her over crates, his cock slamming her from behind. She squealed, ass rippling.
Kael joined, his massive hand fisting his girthy meat. “Open wide, scavenger slut.” I did, gagging as he face-fucked me, balls slapping my chin. Saliva dripped, mixing with tears. Lena straddled my hips, grinding her soaked cunt on my thigh, leaving slick trails.
They switched. Kael hoisted me like a ragdoll, impaling me on his thickness. Pain-pleasure exploded, my walls stretching obscenely. “Fuck, so tight!” He bounced me, gravity driving him deeper. Lena ate Mira out, tongue delving deep, while Jax fisted Lena’s ass—slow, knuckles vanishing into her gaping hole. She screamed into Mira’s folds.
Orgasms ripped through us. Kael flooded my depths, hot ropes pulsing. I squirted, soaking his belly. Jax pulled out, spraying Mira’s back. We collapsed in a heap, bodies twitching, the scent of cum and blood pervasive.
After, we shared organs—raw heart, kidneys, metallic tang bursting on tongues. “Strength for the hunt,” Lena said, feeding Jax a slice, her fingers lingering.
Sirens wailed in the distance—no, engines. Ravagers closing. “Time to run,” Kael growled.
Chapter 3: Hunt’s Primal Frenzy
We shoved off at dawn, our catamaran bloated with stolen meat, hides strapped tight. Kael’s crew piled into two canoes, paddles cutting foam. The sea swallowed the islet, cliffs fading like a bad dream. But the fucking? It lingered, my pussy sore, deliciously used.
Mira nestled against me, whispering, “That fisting… god, her ass took it all.” Her hand traced my inner thigh, tempting more. But horizon called—another rock, birds circling like vultures.
“Lagomorphs,” Jax said, squinting. Rabbits? No, fat hares fleeing rocks. Kael yipped, canoes surging. Our prows hit black sand, jolting us forward.
Chaos erupted. Animals bolted, dust kicking. I grabbed a spear—crude, fire-hardened—and lunged. Missed. Jax speared one, blood spraying hot. Mira netted two, squealing triumph.
Kael roared, tackling a buck, knife plunging. His woman, Lena, wrestled another, thighs clamping its neck. Blood painted her naked form, nipples hard peaks.
Adrenaline surged. I pinned a hare, its fur soft against my skin, heart hammering mine. Slit its throat, warmth gushing over fingers. Euphoria hit—primal rush.
We dragged kills ashore. Gutting commenced, knives squelching. Steam rose, innards steaming. Tempting bites: liver first, iron-rich, sliding down gullets.
Victory orgy ignited. Jax bent Lena over carcass, rutting her doggy-style, her moans beastly. “Deeper, you beast!” Kael claimed me, lifting my legs over shoulders, pounding mercilessly. My tits bounced, sweat flying. Mira sixty-nined a young hunter, slurping his cock while he tongued her asshole.
I came screaming, nails digging Kael’s back. He pulled out, hosing my belly. Around us, the beach pulsed—flesh slapping, cries mingling with gulls.
Engines rumbled. Ravagers’ armada, sleek speedboats slicing waves. “Go!” Jax yelled. We fled, meat abandoned, cocks softening, pussies dripping.
Hours later, storm brewed south. Waves towered. One canoe capsized—screams cut short. We bailed, bodies aching, lust sated for now.
Chapter 4: Rival Shadows Close In
Night fell on a vine-choked spit, driftwood our shelter. Fires crackled, orange flickers dancing on slick skin. We’d lost two souls to the deep, but meat roasted, grease popping.
Mira curled into me, her breath sweet with hare fat. “Feel that?” Her fingers probed my ass, slick with spit. Tempting probe— one digit, then two, scissoring. I arched, moaning soft.
Jax watched, stroking himself. Kael joined, his crew forming a circle. Stories swapped—raids, fucks, losses. Laughter gritty, edged with fear.
“Ravagers hit harder yearly,” Kael said, carving meat. “Their women tempt with poisoned honey, men with blades in the dark.”
We fucked again, slower. Jax took Mira missionary, her legs locked, heels digging calves. I rode Kael reverse, his hands mauling tits, pinching till purple. Lena fisted Jax’s ass while he thrust, knuckles deep, prostate milking cum from him early.
Sensory overload: crackle of fire, musk of sex, taste of ash-kissed flesh, grit under knees, shadows writhing on palms.
Dawn brought scouts. Ravager drones buzzed overhead, metal wasps. “Northwest,” Kael decided. “Otter coves—fatter prey.”
We launched, sea sullen gray. Midday, ambush: three speedboats flanked us. Bullets pinged hulls. Jax fired back, taking one helm.
Boarders leapt—tattooed thugs, eyes feral. Fight turned fuck-fight. A Ravager bitch pinned Mira, grinding pussies. Mira flipped her, fist hammering cunt till she squirted submission.
I stabbed one, but Kael wrestled another, choke-hold breaking. His cock hardened in fury. “On your knees, trash!” He skull-fucked the captive, drowning her cries in throat.
We claimed spoils: woman and man, bound. Interrogation via pleasure-torture. The woman sucked Jax eagerly, gagging deep. Man ate Lena, tongue relentless.
“Where’s your fleet?” I demanded, riding the man’s face, grinding clit on nose. He mumbled coordinates between laps.
We marooned them, naked, tempting sharks.
Chapter 5: Otter Cove Ecstasy
Otter Strand gleamed—golden sands, sleek beasts frolicking. Air fresh with kelp, waves whispering secrets. We’d outrun the main fleet, but tension hummed like pre-orgasm throb.
Hunt began playful. Otters dove, slippery. Nets flew, capturing three—fat, wriggling. We clubbed clean, blood minimal, fur plush.
Butchering beachside, knives precise. Tempting morsels: brains creamy, tongues tender. Ate raw, slurping like beasts.
Lust exploded. Group pile: Jax double-penetrated Mira—cock in pussy, fingers in ass. I sixty-nined Lena, her asshole winking above, tongue spearing deep. Musky tang, earthy.
Kael fisted me—whole hand twisting in, elbow-deep fantasy. “Scream for it!” Walls stretched impossibly, G-spot hammered. I blacked out cumming, vision stars.
New recruit: captured Ravager woman, Zara. Forced into circle. “Please…” But her eyes betrayed hunger. Jax face-sat her, smothering. She lapped dutifully, nose buried.
We passed her—mouth, cunt, ass. Cum-glazed, she begged more. Bond formed in depravity.
Night council: Zara spilled all. “Fleet camps Obsidian Isle. Hundreds, armed to teeth.”
“We hit ’em,” Jax growled. Plans hatched amid afterglow fingering.
Chapter 6: Climax in the Choked Abyss
Obsidian Isle loomed, glassy cliffs shearing sky. Fog cloaked approaches. We ghosted in at midnight, moon sliver lighting waves.
Ravager camp sprawled—fires, tents, moans of their own orgies drifting. Tempting target: central pavilion, leaders feasting.
Infiltration: Zara led, naked decoy. Guards swarmed her curves, cocks out. We struck—knives silent, throats slit.
Inside: orgy raged. Leaders piled on women, men rutting slaves. We crashed party. Jax beheaded one mid-thrust. I stabbed another’s back, blood spraying my tits.
Chaos: fight fused fuck. Zara knifed a foe, then mounted victoriously. Mira scissored a bitch, clits grinding bloody.
Kael took their queen—plump milf, impaling her on spear-pole first, then cock. She writhed, orgasming in death? No, we spared some.
Victory haul: weapons, fuel, slaves. Their leader surrendered, begging. “Use me.” Jax obliged, ass-fucking while I fisted his mouth.
We torched camp, flames devouring. Fled into dawn sea, richer, bonded deeper.
Weeks later, new horizon. Zara integrated, tempting threesomes nightly. Jax whispered, “A dozen kids? Practice first.” I laughed, hand on belly—maybe already.
The choked sea yielded. Lust our compass, survival our cum-soaked creed.
