Chapter 14 After the Storm
Alice said boldly, “What do you mean, what are we doing? We’re huddling for warmth, obviously! Hypothermia is serious! Are you just going to sit there and watch us freeze to death?”
She walked over and pressed herself against me, soaking up the only heat source in
the cave.
The four women lay down around me, sticking close.
Lily, completely naked, lay across my left chest, soaking in the most warmth.
Full–figured Hailey lay in the crook of my left arm, her body pressed to my ribs and outer thigh.
Alice lay across my right chest, wearing only a bikini bottom, smiling as she looked at my face.
Shy, timid Jean curled up at my right side, wearing just a bra and shorts, her trembling body rubbing lightly against my arm.
Outside, the storm howled–but our bodies were slowly heating up.
I could feel myself radiating warmth. The cold sea wind didn’t touch me at all.
The women pressed against me, and Lily and Alice gently ran their fingers over my skin.
That part of me began to swell, but the wet pants constricted it like a lid on a pot.
It was unbearable–like a board was pinning me down, denying me any space.
Alice noticed my discomfort and giggled. “Oh my, Mr. Leon, why are you still wearing those wet pants? That must feel awful.”
Lily and Alice ignored my protest and pulled off my soaked pants.
My erection sprang free. As I bent down, it smacked Alice’s cheek, making her yelp.
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Lily gasped. “Oh my god, how is it that big?”
Hailey’s eyes sparkled with awe. She trembled slightly as she reached out and wrapped her hand around me.
Lily touched it too and exclaimed, “It’s so warm… and so hard… Miss Hailey, wouldn’t something this big hurt when it goes in?”
Hailey smiled and replied, “It hurts the first time. But after that, you get used to it.”
Lily playfully stroked it and asked me, “Mr. Leon, does that feel good?”
I shook my head in frustration.
It had turned a dark reddish–black. Veins bulged beneath the skin, like blue earthworms coiled underneath.
I was painfully hard–too aroused to release it. At that moment, not even the storm or cold mattered.
Once the storm passed, we made a discovery: rainwater had pooled everywhere, and small creeks formed around the cave.
These streams were temporary. Once the rainwater drained into the ocean, they would vanish.
So I had the women take empty coconut shells, fill them with clean water, and store them inside the cave.
I also told them to pay attention to the environment over the next few days–after a storm, mushrooms and fungi grow rapidly in the forest and could become a new food source.
After assigning their tasks, I decided to take a walk by the beach before sundown.
Storms often stir up ocean/currents and carry debris from far out at sea toward the island.
I walked the beach, moving quickly, scanning everything.
During the rain, fierce waves had swept fish onto the sand.
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Soon, I caught six sea fish and strung them together with a stick.
Then I spotted a large backpack swaying in the surf.
I ran to it and grabbed it with both hands, filled with joy.
A backpack full of supplies was like a treasure chest to us.
I sat on the beach and opened it.
Inside were a few sets of men’s clothes–useful for keeping warm.
On the side were three carbon fiber fishing rods, a box of hooks, lines, and other
gear.
There were also two large bait boxes. Inside were various fishing lures–mostly inedible, but some bait grains could be used as seeds.
The most valuable item, though, was a multi–tool camping knife.
It had a blade, screwdriver, file, saw–all folded into one heavy, portable tool.
I happily brought the backpack and fish back to the cave.
When the women saw the gear and the fat sea fish, they hugged me and kissed my cheeks with joy.
We cleaned one of the stainless–steel bait boxes and grilled the fish over the fire.
Sea fish are rich in fat. The flames made them sizzle and crisp to a golden brown.
Using coconut shell bowls, we ate grilled fish–and for the first time, we felt full and at peace.
I told them, “These six fish weigh over ten kilos–enough to last us three days. During that time, we can explore more of the island and learn the terrain.”
The next morning, I set off on a new expedition.
That afternoon, I discovered human footprints in a clearing.
But they definitely didn’t belong to Elsa…
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
