Erotic Island Novels & Stories

Paradise. “Greece,” Lycian said. “Private island. Completely secure. No one knows we’re here except my father and Cade.” The island was small. White sand beaches. Crystal water. Dense vegetation hiding a single villa. Inside was luxury. Ocean-facing windows. Massive bed. Kitchen stocked with food. “This is perfect,” I said. “Been planning it for months,” he said. “Now we’re here. Married. Safe.” That first night, we made love slowly. Like we had all the time in the world.

She starts riding me harder, grinding her clit against my pelvis with every downward motion. “That’s it,” I rasp against her lips. “Fuck your husband however and wherever you want on the first morning of our honeymoon. I bought this island just to have you christen it however you want and to teach you more about what you should expect, my little daring wife. Show me how much you need this cock.” She whimpers, pace quickening, water splashing around us. I feel her tightening, fluttering, so close. I slide one hand down to where we’re joined, thumb pressing her clit in tight circles.

“What is your island called?” Enzo looked dreamy as he replied with a sigh, “Isolda di San Pietro. The whole island is our territory, but as with most places nowadays, we share with the humans. The tourists keep our identity hidden, but you have to be a bit wolfy to be able to live permanently on the island. It's pack owned.” I resisted the urge to laugh at his “bit wolfy” comment, biting the inside of my cheek. I didn't want him thinking I was laughing about his home which he was clearly passionate about.

Cool right…NOT! Isle Radha sits in the north Atlantic Ocean near the Tropic of Cancer. Radha in Hindi means queen love of Gods, and rightfully so since this island was created to hide the Goddess of the moon Selene’s precious daughter, whom the other gods helped her create… A.K.A me. So, you see that’s why no one is allowed to remember me once they leave the island, the gods must protect their precious little treasure.

She wouldn't be able to leave the island they were on. They were at his beach house in Batangas. Whenever women wanted to sell their virginity, he brought them here. He even owned this not-so-big island. He named it 'Fucker Island.' Elvin took out his cellphone from his pocket and turned on the flashlight. He raised his arm, holding the gun, and walked in a certain direction. "You can't escape me, woman! Run! Keep running! You won't be able to escape! Run, baby, run!" he shouted like a demon.

As his length seamlessly glided into her depths, a wave of pleasure washed over her, accompanied by the emergence of a new figure filling her vision, further heightening her senses. Giovanni's cock gleamed enticingly under the gentle illumination, its velvety texture catching the light as it drew closer to Isabella's awaiting lips. The fleeting hesitation that briefly tugged at her thoughts was quickly overshadowed by the tantalizing prospect of tasting herself upon him. The mushroom-shaped tip of Giovanni's erection playfully tapped against her parted lips, prompting them to instinctively yield to the invitation.

Tomorrow you're gonna move to Zero” Zero, short for Zero Isle or it's original name “Ostrov Nol”. The grounds that hold Eric's penthouse. Harrington-Blackwood in 2018 through a Delaware LLC named НОЛЬ LLC (Russian for “Zero”). The island was previously called “Zero Rock”, because it’s just a black granite cliff rising 300 ft straight out of the ocean... Zero beach, Zero mercy. Then Eric bought, renamed it Ostrov Nol the day the papers were signed and had the name carved in Cyrillic into the cliff face at the helipad.

The water touched our legs, I flipped her over, made her lie down on the sand, while I kissed her and plunged inside of her. “Fuck.” I said with a low guttural sound. I went in faster, and then slowed when I knew that she was close. I went deeper, and then slowly, she gripped my back tightly, her legs stretched and tangled around mine. She made soft pained whimpers behind my ears. “I want to mark you, Eris.” “She would know I had got a mark, not now Ocean.” I kissed her neck and held her before I pulled her, and she had her orgasm.

Now, as they approached the mystical island, she felt a surge of determination to reclaim her true nature. The private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, and as the engines whirred to a halt, Isla couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of Nysoria. The island was a sight to behold, with its lush green landscapes, pristine beaches, and a bustling city that seemed to sparkle in the evening light. As they stepped out of the plane, the crisp sea breeze welcomed them, carrying the scent of salt and adventure.