Chapter 22 Blood and Salt
Lily let out a scream–whether of pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell–as she was penetrated by my hardened organ.
I was fully inside her. I could almost feel her heartbeat.
Gripping her waist, I began to thrust relentlessly.
Lily moaned with pleasure. “Oh God, this feels so good… ah, darling, not so deep…”
I kept the same position, moving forward like a tireless bull.
After multiple orgasms, Lily’s mind began to blur. She lay on the stone, crying out uncontrollably.
I had no idea how much time passed. Lily eventually slipped into a semi–conscious state, her limbs limp and swaying weakly with each of my movements.
I wanted to finish too, but the swelling in my genitals made them numb, refusing to climax.
As the session dragged on, Lily’s private parts finally tore and began to bleed.
Bright red blood flowed from her body and stained mine.
Maybe the sight of blood triggered something–at last, I released deep inside her.
The burning–hot fluid spilled into Lily’s body, and the intense heat jolted her awake.
Lily threw her head back and screamed in pain.
After a while, I pulled out,
Our combined fluids streamed from her and dripped down the stone, pooling on the grass below.
I picked up her limp body and walked toward the sea.
The cool ocean breeze swept over us as Lily gradually came to.
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She wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled against my chest.
I carried her into the seawater, and together we washed away the blood and filth.
Lily looked happy. She kissed my cheek and caressed my body with her soft hands.
She whispered with genuine admiration, “Mr. Leon, you were amazing. For a moment, I thought I was going to die from that.”
I chuckled. “Back in our country, there’s a saying–‘There are no broken fields, only broken tools. No matter how strong a man is, he can’t actually ruin a woman.”
Lily smiled, helping me wash and reminding me to keep my genitals clean.
Maybe her “disinfection method” really worked—my swelling was gone, and I felt normal again.
But she still warned me to stay hygienic and not repress my desires too much.
Suppressing sexual urges for too long, she said, could cause health problems of its
own.
Now that we had fishing gear, the girls could help with hunting.
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They took their rods to the coast and started fishing, steadily catching ocean fish every day.
Hailey dried some fish and used sea salt she made by evaporation. She preserved the excess catch with salt and hung it outside the cave to cure.
As for me, I started expanding and fortifying the camp with my axe.
First was cave maintenance–thanks to a good supply of fish skin, I created waterproofing around the upper part of the cave to keep it from getting damp during rain.
Next came beds–I cut lumber and crafted crude beds, covering them with thick coconut leaves.
Finally, I built a stable perimeter–cutting trees and erecting a fence around the
cave.
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The fence stood chest–high, lined with sharp fish spines.
If any wild animals or strangers tried to sneak in at night, they’d injure their hands climbing it.
Once the camp was complete, everyone felt slightly more at ease.
But the girls still couldn’t truly relax.
That night, we sat around the fire and talked about what came next.
It had been a week since we’d arrived. As I expected, no rescue team had shown up.
Alice was upset. “When the cruise sank, it should’ve sent a distress signal! Even if the magnetic field is messed up, it couldn’t have blocked the signal entirely, right?”
I sighed. “Look at that volcano in the distance. It’s emitting intense geomagnetic energy–it could disrupt communication within a fifty–kilometer radius.”
As the cruise owner, Faye understood the situation best.
She turned to Alice and said, “Don’t count on a rescue team arriving quickly. The cruise didn’t just sink–it was bombed. This was sabotage. And we’re not just fighting nature anymore… we might have assassins after us. So if you see a helicopter or plane flying over, don’t signal for help. It might get you shot instead.”
Alice looked horrified. “It’s really that dangerous?”
I added grimly, “It’s probably even worse than Faye says. The ones who blew up the cruise aren’t just blocking rescue–they might be sending killers to comb this island. When they arrive, it’ll be life or death for us.”
Alice looked like she was about to cry. “What do we do now?”
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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.
