Tide of Carnal Desire

Chapter 3: Shelter

Two of the fish went to Elsa and Yvonne, leaving one for me. Fortunately, Euphie had not awoken just yet. Otherwise, we’d have a real supply chain issue, I thought, grinning a little. 

“Why is this tasteless?” Elsa cried, spitting out the first bite she had taken. “Forrest, this is terrible!”

“If you don’t want to eat, you’re welcome to starve,” I shot back. “You’re on a deserted island, not back at home! There isn’t any seasoning - this is just for survival. If you don’t want to eat the fish, you can give it to either of us.” Elsa’s head began to droop, and I took a bite of fish to keep me from saying something else I was going to regret. Why was I so harsh? She’s the section manager, and she earns hundreds of thousands a year. She’s probably never had to deal with something like this before. Like she said, she’s never even cooked before, I told myself.

Sniffling, Elsa raised her fish to her mouth again and nibbled at it. The next few minutes were fairly torturous - Elsa kept sniffing quietly and dabbing at her tears, and Yvonne and I ate in awkward silence until we were both done.

“Come with me after you’re done, Elsa. We need to find a place to spend the night before it’s too dark,” I sighed, adding some branches to the fire.

“What about me?” Yvonne asked, raising her head.

“I need you to tend the fire and make sure it doesn’t go out. I need you to start another fire, too. Soak some twigs in seawater before adding them to the second fire. You’ll make a ton of smoke that way,” I instructed, lifting my head to look up at the sky as Yvonne murmured her agreement. It was just as clear as before, with only the occasional seagull gracing the skies. I could only hope that someone had realized that our plane had crashed. Yvonne set about her task quickly, seeming glad to have something to do as Elsa and I got to our feet.

I hope we don’t run into the beast we heard earlier, I prayed as Elsa and I headed further inland. The sand gave way to grass, which led to a lightly wooded area. We trekked for fifteen minutes, finally managing to locate a cave. It was even large enough to hold all of us! 

Elsa, however, did not view our find the same way. “Are we going to be sleeping here tonight?” she asked, her voice full of disdain as she peeked in. I could understand where she was coming from, of course. There was dusty looking grass scattered around inside, and even dried animal dung. “It’s so dirty!” she whined, turning to me.

“Do you want to try spending the night under the stars instead?” I teased, giving her a playful smile.

“No way!” Elsa practically shrieked, grabbing my arm in a hurry. “I’m sticking with you, even if we have to sleep in this disgusting cave.”

“Be good then, Elsa. Otherwise, I’ll feed you to whatever animal we find,” I continued, my voice wry as my hand slipped down her waist to rest on her bum, which I squeezed.

“Forrest,” she moaned, draping her arms over my shoulder. I could feel myself - no!

“Stop getting turned on. Stop trying to turn me on,” I groaned, pushing her away. “We need to collect some of the grass we saw while we still have time.” 

“I’d rather explore this cave with you,” Elsa drawled. 

“No, Elsa. We need to make sure the cave is cleaner - alright, a little cleaner - and safe enough,” I insisted.

“Fine, then,” she relented grouchily. It was just fortunate that Elsa’s words did not mean she set about the task reluctantly, as she plucked grass speedily and shoved it into my waiting arms. When we had enough, I twisted the longer strands of wild grass into a makeshift broom and used it to sweep away most of the dust and filth (and yes, the dung) that had accumulated inside the cave while Elsa gathered even more. Just how long has the grass been growing here without anyone to trample over it? I wondered as she returned with yet another armful. Together, we scattered the grass over the floor of the cave, creating a thin layer to sleep on. 

“Forrest, I never thought you’d be so good at surviving in the wild,” Elsa praised, grabbing my hand as I surveyed our handiwork. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know,” I replied, snaking an arm around her waist and turning both of us to face the mouth of the cave. The sun was lower in the sky than it had been before, and the clouds were a beautiful crimson. Sunset heralded a new danger, though. The temperature was going to fall drastically at night, and we were going to be in for a rough period of time. The beach and the sea were fantastic in the day, but it could get wickedly cold at night. After having lived by the sea for most of my life, I was dreading nightfall. 

“I’m so glad you found me on that beach,” Elsa whispered, sliding her hand onto my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I yelped, taken aback by how she was undoing my fly with only one hand. Then, she reached into my pants and cupped me through my underwear. “Ahh,” I moaned, my mind going blank. No one had ever touched me there before, and now Elsa was… Oh. She was stroking my dick through my underwear!

“You’re so sensitive, Forrest,” she whispered, holding me tight around my waist with one arm while the other did unspeakable things to my crotch. A strange kind of rebellion rose up in me, and I regained my senses.

“I thought you were a virgin. How would you know?” I growled, looking down at her sweet face. I couldn’t resist - I squeezed her butt, relishing how firm it was under my hand. She shuddered, pressing impossibly closer to me.

“I really am a virgin, but I read a lot,” Elsa confessed, blushing very cutely. “I was saving up all I’d learned to pleasure my future husband, but I think I’d rather use what I’ve learnt on you, Forrest.” As if her confession had inspired her, Elsa twisted around and kissed my collarbone before flicking open the buttons of my shirt. 

“Yes,” I moaned, tilting my head back and shutting my eyes. She was holding on to my hips for balance while she knelt down, and I knew that looking down at Elsa was going to result in permanent embarrassment for me. Her hands pushed down my underwear, and her hot, wet, mouth descended on my cock.

“Oh my god!” I cried out, my knees trembling. Please don’t fall. Stay upright, I warned myself. “Elsa, that’s… that’s so good!” My hands wound their way into her hair, and I was barely able to keep myself from thrusting inelegantly into her mouth. “Elsa,” I moaned again, my voice going deep and throaty. 

All of a sudden, she stopped! Elsa pulled off my dick and leaned to the side, and I let out a nasal whine. 

“Look,” she whimpered, jolting me out of my pleasurable stupor. Unwilling to turn around, I looked over my shoulder and felt myself go soft instantly at the sight. There was a wolf right behind us!