The Island Ch. 07: Treehouse Days

The climb felt longer than it probably was, roots curling underfoot, the branches scratching my body. By the time I reached the treehouse, sweat clung to my back, though the breeze up here was pleasant enough and cut through the heat. The treehouse looked like it had been built for someone who liked being alone. Moonlight peeked through the canopy and stretched across the cedar planks. A low bed sat near the far wall.

She waited for me there, on the bed. Taylor Swift. Her legs were crossed and her hair was loose. She wore a blue slip dress that clung to every curve. She smiled.

"You're late," she said, her voice low, almost a whisper.

I didn't respond. I was still catching my breath from the climb and, besides, time had begun to feel meaningless here on the island.

Taylor picked up the guitar beside her. She started playing. The notes weren't loud, but they carried through the space. She began to sing.

I listened intently as she serenaded me. My own private Taylor Swift concert, here on this beautiful island. If I weren't aware of what brought me here, I'd have thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

"That's quite a song," I said.

"It's a work in progress," she replied. "Like you."

She laid down her guitar and stretched out her legs. Her foot touched mine.

I pulled her to her feet and we embraced. When she kissed me, it wasn't shy. Her lips were soft. Taylor slid her tongue into my mouth and moaned. I moved my hands down her body and gripped her tight behind. Her hands came to my chest, pulling me closer to her. She ground herself against my hardening cock.

She pulled back. "Clothes. Off. Now."

I stripped. Her eyes tracked every inch of my body, her expression shifting between lust and an intense need to be with a man again. I dropped my underwear, my cock sprang free. I heard Taylor gasp.

"They weren't lying," she said almost under her breath. I smiled. I was big before the island changed me and athletic from my time in the military; the nanintes made sure all that was maintained and gave me the stamina to meet the needs of my mission and the needs of the women here.

Taylor stepped forward, her fingers wrapping around my 14 inches; she couldn't quite wrap her fingers around my girth. "So thick," she said, pulling me in for another kiss.

She pushed me back onto the bed. The silk was cool. She climbed up my body and straddled my face.

"Lick me," she said, her tight cunt just inches from my face. I could already see wetness forming on her lips.

I didn't argue. Her pussy tasted sweet. My tongue moved slowly. I listened intently, noting the spots where she was most sensitive to my touch. Her hands gripped my hair and she pulled me into her cunt.

She came hard, grinding herself into my tongue and swivelling her hips. Her cry carried out across the tree tops.

Taylor slid down, kissed me before moving further down my body, laying kisses on every inch; my neck, my chest, my stomach and finally my cock. She licked up my shaft before moving back up and reaching back between us to guide my cock into her cunt. We maintained eye contact as she slowly lowered herself down, all 14 inches disappearing inside her as she bottomed out. She paused, feeling my length and girth filling her.

"Fuck, you're so big," she said, "It's been so long since I've had a cock inside me."

She rode me slowly, grinding her pelvis into mine. Her dress rode up, exposing her thighs. I ran my hands up her legs and gripped her hips. She took the hint and changed the rhythm, rising up and down on my cock. I matched it, rising to meet her on the down stroke. My hands stayed on her waist. She brought her hands to my chest for leverage.

At some point, Taylor pulled the dress off entirely. Her breasts were full and soft, her nipples hard. I leaned forward to take one in my mouth and felt her shiver around my shaft.

"Harder," she whispered.

I flipped her onto her back. Her legs wrapped around me as I pushed myself back inside her. The bed creaked. I drove into her harder, faster. She met me thrust for thrust, no hesitation. She moaned as I filled her.

Taylor came again, she screamed out in pleasure. Her breathing was ragged. Sweat clung to her chest.

Then she pushed me back and dropped to her knees. Her mouth wrapped around my cock, her tongue working magic across my shaft and head. I was too big for her to take me all the way, but she used her throat well. Years of singing had built strong throat muscles that she now used to milk my cock. She looked up and into my eyes.

She slowly pulled her mouth off my dick and climbed back up to the bed. Taylor straddled me and kissed me hard as she started bouncing up and down on my cock. I was close to coming. What I didn't realise was that Taylor was close to another orgasm herself.

"Together," she whispered into my ear.

She brought her lips back to mine. I held her hips, thrust up into her one last time. When we came, it was messy and we moaned into each other's mouths.

She stayed on top of me, panting. She took a moment to catch her breath.

"Worth the wait?" I asked.

Taylor smiled and kissed me. A long, lingering kiss.

As we were getting dressed, I asked if she could tell me about the Queen.

"She led the revolt that freed us," she said. "She's ensured we have everything we need since. I'm sure that's why she's letting you meet us before she summons you."

How many women were here on the island? What are my chances of bringing them home? Or is here now home for them? Time works differently here. When I meet the Queen, I will hopefully find answers.

To be continued...