“Please stay in bed. You need to rest.”
The soft, soothing voice had him stopping. Then, staring. He felt a cool hand on his shoulder, easing him back down, but he could only stare at the vision that seemed like a dream.
There were two women in front of him—two gorgeous, honey-glazed women that had to be figments of his imagination, because he’d never seen women like them in his whole life. They were taller than normal, with curves that filled their bodies from head to toe in all the right places—and by all, he meant all. His gaze strayed towards the luscious breasts on display by artfully placed clothing of white and gold, then the asses that were barely covered by white and gold skirts. Long legs completed the look, just as tanned as the rest of their skins, and flat abs were on prominent display.
Then his gaze went to their mouths, and Lucas felt his cock harden almost immediately. They looked soft and plump—and absolutely perfect to suck him to pleasure.
Lucas shifted, suddenly aware of the erection beneath his blankets. He wasn’t wearing any clothes, which meant these ladies had probably removed them from him. Judging on the lack of blood and mild pain, these ladies probably helped nurse him to health, too.
He hesitated. “Where…where am I?”
One of the women smiled, and he was temporarily mesmerized. She was blonde, with blue eyes that looked like the ocean. “You’re in our sacred island,” she said, tone light and musical. “You’ve been washed up on our sands from the sea and injured, and we just had to take you in.”
Lucas took in the words, then the room again. It wasn’t just plain white like he initially thought. There were gold linings on the walls, and green plants that he’d never seen before in his life. The brunette among the two, the one with the beautiful green eyes, crawled towards him in bed, smiling before she leaned her head closer to touch his head with her fingers. Her tits swayed with her movements, and he could tell she wasn’t wearing any bra.
A soothing sensation filled him, and whatever headache he felt disappeared completely as peace and pleasure ran through him.
Then she was leaning her head forward—and before he could get over the surprise of her sudden move, she was already pressing her lips against his.
His mouth automatically opened. The first thing that registered was how she tasted absolutely delicious, like a sweet treat. Then the woman slid her tongue in and Lucas realized that she literally tasted like honey, and it was seeping in his throat and making him dazed as hell. His hands itched to touch her, to feel if she was as real as she tasted and looked.
But there was no need, because she simply deepened the kiss and made his cock surge forward. Images of fucking her filled his mind. She had to be real.
The woman pulled back, the smile on her face widening as she licked her lower lip. “Welcome to Pleasure Island.”
Lucas reeled back at the name. Could it be..?
He’d heard about the so-called Pleasure Island—an island supposedly hidden from human eyes and protected by a boundary of treacherous waves and storms. It was a myth, and myth said whoever accidentally stumbled upon it was met with a vision of golden beauties who were experts at seduction and secret sexual pleasures. Like Skull Island, many tried to prove the myth true, particularly men—but those that did died or simply gave up, because the journey towards the sacred place was dangerous. Those that were brave enough to go through the storm were never seen again, their boats destroyed and sinking to the bottom of the ocean, never to be found again.
But here he was. He’d been through a storm, and had survived—and now, he was with two women who were too exotic to be real.
But if it wasn’t real, maybe he’d died and gone to heaven.
The thought had just crossed Lucas’ mind when someone cleared his throat. Lucas looked up in surprise at the familiarity of it.
From the doorway stood his co-pilot, arms crossed and a twinkle in his eye.
“Hey, Captain. Glad you’re awake…and no, you’re not dead. This is definitely real.”
CHAPTER TWO
It had taken Lieutenant Jack Franks a good few minutes to assure Captain Lucas Richards that no, he wasn’t dead as he wondered out loud and that yes, this wasn’t a dream. They were really in Pleasure Island, a place that hadn’t been real in his mind until the moment he’d woken up, and had the softest hands healing him and the most beautiful faces and bodies greeting his sight.
He’d really thought that messed up mission was going to be the death of him, and this was some sort of gift for him waiting at the pearly gates—that is, until one of the women gave him a kiss on the lips that had him realizing just how real it felt. All thoughts of death fell out of the window at that point, and after a few more drunken kisses and caresses at the area near his cock, he’d finally, reluctantly asked if they had happened to save a blond man along with him.
Now, he smirked at said blond man, sauntering inside the room and admiring the two women who were attending to the captain. They were just as honey-tanned as the rest, with tits and ass that he wanted to lick thoroughly, but with different, unique sets of eyes and hair. It was like whoever had created this island knew exactly what men wanted in a woman and put them all together to create perfect specimens.
“You believe me now?” he asked.
Lucas rubbed his head, the women watching raptly—almost hungrily. He groaned softly.
“I might need a cold beer or two to get me started believing this isn’t a dream.”
“I don’t know, man. I’m not complaining at the taste of honey right now,” Jack replied softly. Lucas’ blue eyes widened at the implication, and Jack smirked. Yes, he’d tasted their honey lips, too.
And he wanted more than a taste.
The blonde sitting beside Lucas cleared her throat, rendering their attention towards her. She smiled a sweet smile, and Jack grinned back.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asked.
“Vivien,” she said warmly. “We would love for you two to meet our queen.”
Jack perked up. “Is she beautiful?”
The brunette nodded solemnly. “She’s the most beautiful among us.”
Holy shit. These women were already drop dead gorgeous. If their queen was indeed the most beautiful…
Jack’s cock stirred. “Uh, could you give us a few minutes to get presentable?”
He couldn’t fucking wait.
***
They dressed in the outfits provided to them—loose cotton slacks and not much else—with much assistance from the women who they’d woken up with. By the time they were done with him, Jack had never felt so hard and had to rein his erection back in, otherwise it would tent up his pants and look awkward. The women guided them out of their rooms, where he and Lucas met in the hallway with twin expressions of how they couldn’t fucking believe this was actually happening.
The place was enormous—a palace of dreams, with open windows that gave them a view of the sand and the ocean, and the insides full of gold linings on white paint, with a sprinkling of ivory and ebony vases that were just as exotic. The plants that were in the room doubled down the wide hallways, crawling vines of lush green that clung to window sills and columns.
Brightly colored flowers completed the look, and they passed by a garden in the center of the palace that was abundant with it. Then they reached an even larger hall, where the tiles were pure ivory and in the center was a gold chair. There were women standing at the sides, just as beautiful as their escorts, but Jack had barely glanced at them as his eyes focused on the woman sitting on the throne.
Honey colored skin, legs exposed and glistening, red hair that spilled down her back in soft waves, dark blue eyes like midnight.
Her tits were exposed without a stitch of clothing on them, and they were larger than was normal and surprisingly perky. They were also capped with reddish-pink nipples that jutted out enticingly as she leaned forward to get a better look at them.
Lucas and Jack stopped in the middle of the hall, both in silent awe. It was Lucas who stepped forward, clearing his throat.
“My name is Captain Lucas Richards, and this is my comrade Lieutenant Jack Franks,” he said formally. “We owe our lives to you.”
The queen stood up, her curvaceous hips covered by a thin slip of cloth swaying as she sauntered over to them. A smile graced her mouth, showing off plump pink lips.
“It was our pleasure to save you both. Welcome to my island. I’m Queen Lavena,” she murmured in a lilting voice. When she was close to them, she touched her fingers to the wounds on their bodies, first checking up on Lucas before doing so on Jack. Her touch was cool and gentle, and when she was done, she hugged each of them in turn, her nipples hard against Jack’s bare chest.
He stifled a groan as she stepped back and sat back down her throne.
“Your wounds need proper healing,” Lavena said. “And I have just the regimen for that.”
Lucas bowed. “We will accept whatever you offer.”
Lavena smiled. Then she placed her hands below her bare breasts and lifted them up enticingly.
“My nipples contain healing powers. Go ahead and suck on them.”
CHAPTER THREE
Shock was the first reaction that ran through Lucas as the queen stated the offer in a casual, seductive manner. To emphasize her point, she even held her tits out in the air, and only a great man would not have been able to look. As it was, Lucas found his gaze straying there, his mouth going dry at how juicy they looked.