Hidden Island Chapter 32, part 4 of 4

Hidden Island
Chapter 32, part 4 of 4

"I asked if you were awake," Tonya said, her apologetic shyness belied by her apparent ardor.

Caine huffed out a short laugh. "Am now."

"You shouldn't fall asleep in the bath. You could drown," Tonya cautioned.

"Weren't you just asleep in the bath?" Caine raised an eyebrow in challenge.

"Well, yeah, but that's because I thought you were looking out for me," Tonya said with a mocking glare.

"Ouch," Caine said with a half-smile. "Well, I wasn't asleep. I was meditating."

"Sure," Tonya smirked.

"I was still holding you up, wasn't I?" Caine asked pointedly.

"You just sleep weird and tense, like you do everything else," Tonya shrugged.

"I am not tense," Caine said flatly.

Tonya snorted. "You are the stiffest drunk guy I've ever seen. I've never seen you consume anything but beer, and every night, I'm pretty sure you're the most sober person in the whole building."

"Maybe I just have a high tolerance?" Caine suggested.

"You need to switch to something stronger just so you can relax," Tonya teased.

"I'm pretty relaxed right now," Caine shrugged.

"You still have your clothes on," Tonya deadpanned.

"I didn't want to put you down to take them off!" Caine scoffed.

"You can take them off now," Tonya suggested, her eyes full of mischief and promise.

Caine didn't move. His face clouded with conflict.

Tonya sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine." She started to climb off him, and his arms snaked around her waist tightly. She turned her face back to him, surprised and confused. Their eyes met. Caine still didn't say anything, but she knew. "You're worried," she said. "Because of last time. Bella's place, and Janie, and... everything."

Caine nodded slowly. "Yes."

"But you want this anyway," Tonya said.

"Yes."

Tonya reached beneath the water and hooked the hem of his tunic, pulling it off over his head.

"All I did earlier was break a bed. We'll be fine."

"Weren't you upset about not being able to... finish?" Caine asked, letting her undress him.

"That's why I need this now. I'm so keyed up I might explode," Tonya said. Caine gave her a pointedly worried look. She gave him an exaggerated, apologetic grin. "Alright, poor choice of words."

Caine chuckled. "This might be a terrible idea."

"Are you ever optimistic about anything?" Tonya teased as she tugged on his belt.

"Not if I can help it," Caine shrugged.

She slid off his knees into the pool, tugging his pants free in one steady yank, and let them float away as she slid back into his lap. "Let's see if we can give you something to be hopeful about."

Caine's strong hands pulled her in. Their lips met fiercely. Tonya was so frustrated and turned on that she thought she might bruise herself on his mouth, and Caine was brimming with pent-up, barely restrained carnal tension. The heat between her legs was hotter than the water. As her slit found his shaft, she hissed contentedly. He groaned and gripped her ass with both hands, grinding her compact body onto his length. Her fingers gripped into the meat of his shoulders. She reveled in the feeling of his powerful muscles as they transitioned between soft and complex with every squeeze of his hands.

That feeling of energy transferring between them returned. Tonya could feel her passion wane as tiredness crept up within her. Surprise and worry were mirrored in their faces as their eyes met. Tonya scowled defiantly.

"Hurry up and fuck me," she said fiercely. "If I'm going to get tired anyway, might as well make it worth it."

Caine's concern was written all over his face. "Are you-"

"Yes!" Tonya cut him off. She reached between their legs and took hold of his shaft, lining it up with her entrance. The water made it easier to move around but washed away some of her natural lubricant. She was so turned on that there was still more than enough. She rotated the head of his cock against her soft folds until together they created a slippery seal, and he slid inside her. Not far, but enough. Then she rocked her hips, working him deeper into her inch by inch. He took a long, shallow breath and held her hips tightly, helping push her down onto his length.

She was hot and tight and practically squirming with need when she finally got his entire length inside her. She rolled her hips forward so she could press her clit against his hard pubic bone and took his head in both hands. They moaned into each other's mouths as she began to grind, stirring her insides with his stiff shaft.

The water rippled outward, creating tiny waves in the hot spring, and Tonya rocked her body.

The floating feathers lapped to the pool's edges in time with her quickening breath. She could feel her fatigue building. That steady, constant drain from being in contact with Caine was maddening. The warm water and the feeling of being held were so comforting; it would be so easy to close her eyes and drift off to the incredible sensation of having Caine inside her, but she forced herself to stay present and awake. She wanted to come! She was determined this time!

She added some up-down motion to her grinding, letting Caine's cock start rubbing past that magic pleasure button inside her. Every downstroke, she rolled her hips to grind her clit against him. The sensations alternated. The squeezing, pulsing tension inside her played back and forth with the spike of intensity that tingled up her spine as she rubbed against his pubic bone. She rode him and held his head in her hands, letting the bliss build. She was fiercely turned on and reached that familiar threshold in moments.

He closed her eyes and tried to push herself over the edge...

It was like trying to catch water. The harder she tried, the faster it slipped away. She growled in frustration as the tension reached a wonderful simmer but refused to boil over. Usually, she'd be rolling into her first orgasm already, but she... Just. Couldn't. Get there!

Caine was coming more alive. His trepidation was gone, and he was rocking his hips in time with hers. His strong hands pulled and pushed, keeping her held tightly down against him. She pulled his shoulders forward, luxuriating in the feeling of his smooth, hard chest rubbing against her nipples.

Her breathing was erratic, her whole body tense with need, but she couldn't reach release.

She closed her eyes and sank into her sensations, returning to Bella's fundamental teachings.

She imagined herself as a reservoir and tried to feel how full she was, trying to feel the pressure building.

It wasn't.

It felt like her reservoir was... enormous. The exact amount of buildup just wasn't enough.

That was the problem. The pressure was diminishing, which was why she had to try so hard to maintain her level of arousal. Her head was so very there, but her body was slipping into exhaustion faster than she could build the pressure up enough. It was making her work harder. She could even feel it. She knew exactly where it was going. Now that she was paying attention, she could feel a second reservoir. No. Not one. Two.

What the hell was going on?

It seemed like the energy she usually built up during sex, that 'primal kint-essence," or whatever Bella called it, was being drained away into Caine. Twice.

His hand traced warm water up her back and gripped the base of her neck. The water-cooled quickly, causing a shiver to roll through her. The shuddering clench around his cock curled her toes. He gently bit her bottom lip, and she moaned into his mouth and was suddenly right back into the breathtaking sensations again.

It occurred to her that, just like the other night when she shared the bed with Janie, she was easily distracted by other thoughts. Her head wasn't in the game earlier with her, John, like usual. Now, she was distracted by thoughts of the water, her reservoir, and whatever was happening with this strange connection with Caine.

She was also just tired.

"I need you to take over," she whispered into Caine's lips. "I can't keep this up much longer."

"Are you alright?" Caine asked.

"Yes. I think. Something is going on with my... magic. I'm trying to figure it out. I don't think it's dangerous, so stop worrying," Tonya reassured him, dragging her lips up his ear while she ground down on his cock.

"You're getting obnoxiously good at figuring out what I'm thinking," Caine growled.

"So punish me," Tonya nipped at his ear.

Caine lifted her abruptly, sending water cascading down their bodies. She yelped in happy surprise and hung on as he stood up. He turned her around and laid her down on the smooth stone at the edge of the hot spring. It was slick and cool and surprisingly comfortable. He pulled her thighs, dragging her into position and driving hard into her. Her eyes fluttered, and she gripped the edge of the pool to keep herself from being pushed away by his thrusting hips.

"Yes," she hissed.

He fucked her hard. Fast. Deep. The water splashed around his thighs. Unlike Tonya, he felt better than in days before Bella's catastrophic ritual. He was finally starting to feel like himself again. Maybe his counterpart was right. This felt good.

Tonya was splayed out on the dark, wet stones, her legs resting on his shoulders, rolling her head back and forth in exhausted bliss. She was gorgeous. He liked how his hands nearly encircled her tiny waist. Her smallish breasts bounced and rippled with each thrust. He bent down and took one of her hard nipples in her mouth. She grabbed the back of his head and let out a sad moan of frustrated need.

"Fuck, I'm so close," she whined. "I can feel it. Harder!"

"I don't want to hurt you," Caine said, a little worried about the stone and how hard he was thrusting.

"Fucking hurt me!" Tonya snapped, sitting up on her elbows and glaring at him. "No more worry, no more holding back. I'm not made of glass! Fuck me like you want to break me in half!"

Caine slowed down, worried.

She slapped him.

He stopped, surprised and shaken.

She slapped him again. "If you stop now, I'll never speak to you again."

He blinked, completely taken aback. It didn't hurt, but its violence was utterly unexpected.

"Do you know what this feels like?" She glared. "You know when you're trying to yawn but get interrupted?"

"Oh, that's not fun," Caine said, unsure how else to respond.

"Imagine that for the last two days!" She snapped. "Because you are stealing my breath!"

"What?" Caine asked, completely confused.

"It's going into you!" Tonya said fiercely. "Every time I get close to an orgasm, the tension, the energy drains away! Into you! I keep getting tired for no reason! Right now, the only things keeping me awake are sexual frustration and anger."

"Why?" Caine asked, still not knowing how to respond.

"I don't know, but until you get your fill, I think I'm just fucked," Tonya said bitterly. "Whatever
Bella did is draining my energy into you, so I need you to fuck me like my life depends on it because, for all we know, it might."

"Are you sure we shouldn't just stop? If I'm draining you, this might be a bad idea," Caine cautioned, pulling out of her slowly.

Tonya hooked his neck and held him in place before he could completely escape."It happens no matter what. It's just faster when we are touching."

"That isn't a vote in favor of continuing." Caine's eyes narrowed in thought.

"You are the most frustrating man I have ever met," Tonya said flatly, gritting her teeth.
Caine chuckled. "Not the first time I've heard that."

"Cock. In me. Now," she growled.

"I don't usually let myself get bossed around by anyone, let alone tiny women half my size,"

Caine said, giving her a slow, experimental thrust.

"I don't usually do the bossing," Tonya shrugged, laying back down and smiling at the feeling of penetration. She was exhausted. All the fighting and yelling had taken a lot out of her.

Caine slowly built up his rhythm again, loving the feeling of her slick tightness enveloping him.

"You slapped me," he chuckled.

"You needed it," Tonya countered, pulling on the lip of the hot spring to meet his thrusts.

"You know, I'm not going to argue with that," Caine shrugged.

"Good. Harder," Tonya ordered.

Caine sped up, pulling her thighs with more force. She felt like she weighed nothing. He slid his hands around her waist again, pressing his thumbs against her hip bones and his fingertips into the edge of her plush, rounded ass. He could feel the excellent stone against his knuckles. She hissed her pleasure and arched her back to accommodate his hands. Her toes curled next to his ears.

He pounded into her. The wet slapping of their bodies echoed through the natural cave. Tonya mewled and rolled her head back and forth on the wet stones, pulling at the rock and his wrists, squeezing her breasts, and breathing in shallow, lust-filled pulses.

His intensity rose. He pulled her onto him like she was made only for his lust, a willing pleasure tool, a possession gifted to him for precisely this purpose. Years, decades, lifetimes worth of reservations and self-imposed boundaries peeled back. Inside him, his counterpart was laughing out a long peal of cathartic amusement in his head.

He could feel it now, the energy building up inside him. He felt incredible—like he could take on the world, brimming with raw, barely restrained power. He felt more alive than he had in decades.

"Fucking. Gods," Tonya groaned. His cock battered her, hammering that blissful button inside her with every stroke. She loved it. She couldn't remember ever being this pent up, this ready, this close.

The dimly lit natural cave began to brighten. The water rippled with glittering light. Caine's eyes lit up with golden fire as he felt his balls tighten.

"Yes, now, yes!" Tonya thrashed. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her head rolling back and forth. One of her hands held Caine's wrist in a death grip, and the other worked her clit in a frenzy. Suddenly, her back arched. Her eyes opened wide. She gasped in a silent scream, staring into the light from Caine's eyes. She saw it but was too preoccupied to wonder. It was finally, finally happening!

She came. The tension burst. It was a long breath of fresh air mixed with a lightning bolt.

Power, pleasure, and release ripped through her exhausted body. Caine thrust into her one final time and held her still as she thrashed and shook. His orgasm felt like blissful liquid fire. It didn't come in pulses. Instead, it was one brutal, long wave. Tonya's eyes lit up with gold, and she felt something inside her burst.

The slow, steady siphoning of energy that had been happening, which got worse when Caine touched her, suddenly reversed. All that power rushed back into her immediately, filling her to the brim. The golden light from her eyes went white. Pleasure became overwhelming. The dam inside her burst. She screamed and grabbed for him desperately. They slid into the water, holding each other for dear life like drowning sailors in a storm.

The hot spring exploded.

Water erupted from the natural tub like a depth charge, and cracks formed through the stones around it. Tonya was kneeling in the center of the now mostly empty crater, her ears ringing, her vision swimming. She wondered why it was raining and why the lights had gone out.

She took a slow, ragged breath, her whole body ravaged but feeling excellent. She looked up and realized that water was dripping from the ceiling. She grinned and couldn't help but laugh.

It was like the bed. Another boom. She'd blasted all the water out of the pool and broken the lanterns, too.

"Worth it," she giggled. She rubbed her eyes, noticing the soft glow from her eyes was still there. She looked at her hands. They were pink and raw from holding the stone.

"Caine?" she asked, looking around. "We blew up the"

Her laughter sputtered out like a candle flame. In the soft glow from her eyes, she could see Caine on the other side of the room, blasted at least twenty feet away. His neck was at an impossible angle, and his skull was misshapen. A dark pool was spreading on the stones beneath him.

"Fuck. No. No, no, no," Tonya cried. She scrambled, feeling the edges of the new cracks cut into her knees and feet as she awkwardly scrambled out of the slick, broken tub. She didn't bother trying to stand. She was just half-slid, half-crawled to Caine's slumped body. She put her hands on his chest, on his face, babbling incoherently. Blood pooled around her knees.

She shook him, and his head rolled to the side, showing a terrible gash and white bone. He was limp, motionless.

"No, please, no," she sobbed. Her hands shook as she frantically, mindlessly tried to push the pieces of his broken skull back together. She knew, though. In her heart, she knew.

Caine was dead.



To be continued