Siren Island: Lust For Gold (An Erotic Adventure Series) Read online

  We sat naked on blankets surrounded by velvety pillows. I had a blanket over my shoulders. Snuggling into Jack, his arm went around me. “What do you think happened to the others? Samuel and Pricilla?”

  “They ran for shelter.”

  “We always seem to end up together, don’t we?”

  He held me closer. “There’s no other place I’d rather be, Lucy.”

  “I was so shocked to see Samuel today.”

  “You have to tell him it’s over.”

  “I know.”

  He kissed my forehead. “You’re growing on me more and more.”

  I giggled, “I am?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

  “No. I want you with me in Australia. We should take some of the jewels and start a new life, buy property and raise sheep or something. I’d love to have a ranch with horses.”

  That sounded incredible. “How are we going to get out of here?”

  “I don’t know. We have to find a ship.”

  “We don’t have a boat.”

  “We’ll figure somethin’ out.” He glanced at me. “Would you want to be a rancher’s wife?”

  “You mean you’ll make an honest woman out of me?”

  “That’s the plan.”

  “I’d like that.”

  His features hardened. “Pricilla ain’t livin’ with us. No way, no how.”

  I giggled, “She’s my chaperone. If I’m married, I won’t need one anymore.”

  The sound of water splashing got our attention. Phoebe had returned. She pulled herself out of the water, her fins transforming into shapely legs. “You look cozy.” She stood before us dripping wet, holding fruit and a bottle of wine. “I found this.”

  “What’s happening out there?” I asked.

  “The cannon fire has stopped. I didn’t see any people or bodies. They’ve hidden well.”

  That was a relief. “Thank you.” I took a mango.

  Jack uncorked the wine. “You’re an angel, Phoebe. Won’t you have some?”

  “I’ve already eaten.”

  “What do you eat?”

  “Mostly fish.”

  “Oh, of course.”

  We settled in with the blankets around us, and our mermaid hostess nearby, her damp hair draped around her shoulders. Firm, lush breasts were on full display, distracting Jack. His gaze settled on them again and again. I drank the wine, feeling the fluid heating my insides and spreading out to warm my entire body. Utterly relaxed, I sighed contentedly.

  “I’m so happy you were shipwrecked on my island,” Phoebe murmured, heat flaring in her look.

  The atmosphere around us took on a seductive quality. The delicious wine, the candlelight, and the sound of lapping water soothed me. The others were safe and hiding, and we were guests in a mermaid’s lair. She stared at us with interest, a lustful gleam in her eye. I knew Jack was highly susceptible to her charms, and tonight would be no different. I could feel the tension radiating from him, palpable and heady.

  “I want to suck your cock, Jack,” she purred. “Won’t you show it to me.”

  Chapter Three

  I had been jealous of the Sirens the night before, but not anymore. They were ethereal and beautiful creatures who weren’t going to steal my man. They enjoyed playing naughty games with humans, and that was all. I’d had a taste of their talents, being filled to the brim at both ends with mermaid cock. Their sex organs could transform from female to male, allowing for a mind-blowing encounter.

  “Darlin’, you okay with this?”

  I met his gaze, seeing the signs of his arousal in the tension on his face. “Yes, Jack. I’m fine.” The look in his eye melted me to the core.

  “I guess you finally let your hair down, eh?”

  “It seems like it.” He kissed me, driving his soft tongue into my mouth. He smelled of wine, intoxicating and yummy. “Oh, Jack, I do like you so.”

  “I like you too.” He tossed the blanket from his lap, revealing a super hard cock.

  Phoebe’s eyes widened at the sight. “How delicious.” She drew near, a smoldering look in her expression. “We should eat him together, Lucy.”

  His hands went behind his head, a lazy smile on his face. “It’s all yours, ladies.”

  It was wicked to behave in such a manner, but this island had changed me. In the last forty-eight hours, I’d experienced things I’d never even dreamt were possible. My virginity was a distant memory, having been taken by Jack the morning after the shipwreck. The ease with which I felt being naked should have shocked me, but I enjoyed the freeness, not wanting it to end. That horrible brocade dress was floating in the spring now, and I never wanted to see it again.

  Phoebe licked his rounded crown, leaving a streak of glistening saliva behind. “Oh, yeah…” Jack groaned.

  I joined her and licked the other side. Together we took turns sucking and pleasing him. First he would be in my mouth and then hers. Over and over we worked him, his groans of pleasure filling the cavern. I bit gently around the spongy tip, the skin feeling hot to the touch. Phoebe pulled his balls away from his body, laving them thoroughly and sucking each into her mouth.

  “You take one, and I’ll do the other,” she instructed.

  I closed my mouth over the right one, while she had the left. “Oh, my God, ladies…” Jack stroked himself, rubbing his thumb over the tip, clear fluid escaping, while we each worked a delicate ball sack. “Jesus Christ, that’s good. Ooohhh…”

  All the licking and sucking had made me damp. The muscles in my pussy contracted pleasurably, over and over. My hand slid to my juncture, where I rubbed myself, wetting my fingers with my own juices.

  “Who wants this?” asked Jack, holding the rigid staff in his hand. “Which lucky lady is gonna ride the Jack Express?” He chuckled at that.

  “I will.” I flung a leg over him and lowered onto his shaft. “Oh, Jack…”

  “Baby.”

  I impaled myself on his thickness, the edges opening my pussy wide. I throbbed around him, the muscles compressing. “Oh, it’s so good.”

  Phoebe was behind me, touching my bottom, caressing me gently. “I see something I want,” she murmured.

  “Yeah, honey,” moaned Jack. “Fuck me.”

  I rubbed back and forth over his pelvis, pleasuring myself on him, the cock buried deep. The engorged nub of my clit pressed into him, inflaming me further. To make matters even hotter, I felt Phoebe’s hand on my bottom, massaging and moving closer to my anus. She spat on her hand and lubricated the sensitive opening, prodding the tight bands with a firm finger.

  “Oh, God!”

  My bottom smarted a little from last night’s sexual games, and, as she dipped into me, I gasped with agony. My little hole tightened around her, choking her finger. I fucked Jack, taking him low and deep, working his cock aggressively. He cupped my breast and squeezed a nipple.

  “Oh, Jack!”

  Phoebe’s cock was suddenly before my face, hard and angry looking. She’d changed into a man. I sucked the tip, relishing the salty taste of pre-release. I glanced up and saw the beautiful face of a woman, which was bizarre, yet wildly stimulating.

  “Yes, Lucy. That’s wonderful,” she gasped. “Suck my cock.”

  “Oh, fuck me, baby, yeah,” groaned Jack.

  I suckled the rounded tip aggressively, making squishing sounds that pinged off the stone walls. Phoebe resumed her position behind me, spreading my cheeks, hot breath fanning out over my sensitive flesh. It was wicked, the things the Sirens enjoyed doing, and yet, I knew that pleasure awaited me at their touch. Her finger prodded, sinking into my tiny hole.

  “Oh!” She spat on my bum, leaving me wet with saliva. I gasped, feeling the rounded tip of her cock pressing into me. Last night I had been taken like this, and it had hurt, but the pain quickly morphed into indescribable bliss. “Oh, my God, Jack!”

  “God, honey, it’s so good.”

  “Jack, oh, God, oh!”


  She’d breached my anus, the globular head buried completely. I groaned in agony, my face in Jack’s neck, while both my little holes were abused. They thrust repeatedly, spurring on the feelings of intense pleasure/pain, which I had no means to resist. My muscles closed around Jack’s cock, squeezing him, while a determined Phoebe hammered me. She grunted and groaned, her voice echoing in the confines of the cavern.

  “Oh, Jack!”

  “Cum for me baby, cum!”

  “Ooohh…” I bit into his neck, tasting his salty flesh as a wave of euphoria gripped me, sending my body into a series of mini convulsions. The pressure in my lower anatomy had pushed me over the edge. “Jack!”

  “That’s my girl. You got it.”

  “Oh, my goodness.”

  Phoebe slid from me. “She should suck both of us.”

  “She should, shouldn’t she?” Jack’s grin was enormous. Two cocks appeared before my mouth, and I wrapped a hand around each, sucking one and then the other. “That’s so nice, honey. You keep that up.”

  Phoebe’s cock was slightly smaller than Jack’s, uncircumcised and musky smelling. I tried not to think about where it had just been. Instead, I focused on pleasuring them by licking, sucking, and nibbling on them. I held the foreskin back while sucking her, the tip leaking profusely.

  “That’s wonderful,” she groaned. “Ooohh…you’re my favorite humans…”

  Jack laughed, “Thanks.”

  “You’re a lusty pair.”

  “Is that so rare?”

  “Yes. I haven’t had this much fun in a hundred years or more.”

  That was astounding. I was going to ask how old she was, but my mouth was full. I sucked Jack’s penis and then Phoebe’s. I gripped them both, massaging and sucking, their groans of pleasure resounding around me.

  “Baby, I’m so close. Open your mouth.” Jack commandeered his own cock, manipulating himself aggressively. “Oh, honey, Lucy…” The tip burst open with a dollop of whitened cream that squirted onto my tongue. A wild shot went over my head. “Oh, my God, honey…”

  Phoebe wasn’t far behind. She had a firm grip on her own flesh, rubbing vigorously. “Oh, the Gods have blessed me so. Ooohh…” She groaned and let loose several measured pulses of creamy fluid. I caught most of it on my tongue, the excess dribbling out the sides of my mouth to my breasts. I was coated in semen, salty, tangy, and hot, although it cooled almost immediately. I grasped their wet cocks and suckled each in turn, eating the remaining jizz, licking them clean. The three of us collapsed to the blanket and snuggled together, naked limbs and breasts a jumbled, sensual mess.

  “How old are you, Phoebe?” I asked.

  “Very old.”

  “You don’t look it.”

  “It’s the spring.”

  “Is it like a fountain of youth?”

  “Yes.”

  “If we took the water away in bottles would it still work?”

  “No. It only heals, if you’re at the source.”

  “Oh.” I had a thought. “Have you ever left Siren Island? Have you ever explored other places?”

  “Sometimes, but I prefer it here.”

  “Does anyone else live on this island beside you and your sisters?”

  “No, but…there’s another island not far away. That’s inhabited.”

  “Really?” Jack glanced at her, looking exhausted, yet happy. “What kind of people live there?”

  “Cannibals.”

  This had my attention. “What?”

  “I would stay away from that place. It’s not safe for humans.”

  A horrible feeling lodged in the pit of my stomach. “What if some of the shipwreck survivors went there instead of here?”

  “That’s very likely.”

  “What’ll happen to them?”

  “They’ll be used in rituals.”

  “Will they really eat them?” God, how awful.

  “Their rituals are of a sexual nature. They won’t exactly eat them, but the women will be forced to satisfy all the tribal elders at the ceremony. They are a primitive society and not very smart, if you ask me. I’ve encountered a cannibal or two in my lifetime.”

  “What happened?”

  “I took care of him.”

  “How?”

  “I don’t wish to scare you. I may look sweet, but I have powers. I can protect myself.”

  I didn’t doubt that for a second. “I’m glad you like us then. I shudder to think what you would’ve done if you hadn’t.”

  She remained oddly quiet, which was slightly worrying.

  Chapter Four

  “Phoebe, can we have some of these jewels?” asked Jack.

  “You can take whatever you want. We don’t have any use for them.”

  He dug through the chest of coins. “Where’d you get this loot?”

  “Nowhere. Pirates dropped it off years ago. I think that’s why they still come here. They’re looking for it.”

  Jack held up a diamond ring. “These stones would pay for land in Australia, Lucy. I could buy horses and sheep and build a station.”

  I sat next to him, looking at the ring. “It’s pretty.”

  “Give me your finger.” I giggled, and held out my right hand. “No, the other one.” He slid the diamond onto my finger. “Perfect.”

  Our eyes met, heat flaring between us in that long, sensuous moment. “Are we officially engaged now?” My voice sounded breathy.

  “Yes.”

  “Poor Samuel.”

  “He’ll get over it.”

  “There’s no love lost between you two, is there? Why do you hate each other so much?”

  He sighed. “I was born on the wrong side of the blanket, if you must know. Samuel found out about it, when he was fifteen. I was the first person he told.”

  My mouth dropped open. “Your mother had an affair?”

  He nodded. “I’ve no idea who my father is, nor do I really give a shit.”

  “That explains a lot.” His family had always treated him like a pariah.

  “They favored Samuel. When I found out about my parentage, it all made sense. It explained why my father never spoke to me. It turns out he wasn’t my father at all.” He held up a gold chain with a thick gold cross. “This must’ve belonged to a priest at one time.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry for your pain, Jack.”

  “It’s nothing,” he said gruffly. “Rip off a part of your shift. We can use it to hold the gems.”

  “You’re trying to get me naked, aren’t you?”

  “That’s not a bad idea.” His eyes crinkled around the edges when he smiled. The tension from our previous conversation lessened.

  I tore off a portion of the white cotton cloth and gave it to him. “Let’s pick fun pieces.”

  “Diamonds and rubies and emeralds. Expensive gems only.”

  I sighed. “All right. You seem to be quite optimistic about the future, if you think we’ll find a way off this island.”

  “Let’s take it day by day. Maybe luck will shine down on us.”

  “Maybe.”

  Phoebe showed us another way out, and we emerged into the stark light of morning, the birds in a noisy frenzy in the treetops over us. I held Jack’s hand, and we strolled through the jungle looking for the beach.

  He winked at me. “You sure look good in that shift.”

  “If Pricilla sees me, she’ll have a conniption.”

  “No doubt. I’m lookin’ forward to it.” He pulled me to his muscled chest, his arms tightening around me. “I know it’s been traumatic, the shipwreck and being stranded and all, but I’m grateful for it. I have you now. You’re mine, Lucy.” His lips were on my neck.

  “We have bonded, haven’t we?”

  “That’s an understatement.”

  “I don’t know how we’re going to get out of here. It scares me to think I might be trapped forever on this pile of rocks.”

  “We’ll figure somethin’ out.”


  A female scream pierced the air. “What was that?”

  He glanced over my head. “It’s that way. Come on!”

  We ran until the palm trees became less dense, giving way to a clear blue ocean. There was a dark ship in the distance, the vessel having dropped anchor near the shore. Two skiffs had been dragged onto the sand.

  Jack grabbed me. “Get down! Don’t make a sound.”

  We crawled nearer to see what was happening. I recognized Pricilla and the Reverend Jeremiah Hancock. Georgette and Constance were there too, cowering on the sand, while pirates stood over them pointing pistols at their faces. How awful! They looked like proper ruffians with mismatched, ill-fitting clothing and thigh high boots. They wore knitted caps, and their wrists glinted with gold from thick bracelets. Several of The Lady Jane’s crewmembers had been tied up. Where was Samuel?

  “Well, what we got here?” A toothless pirate stood over us, pointing a pistol at Jack. “Get up!” My spirits plummeted. We stood and faced our captor. His rheumy eyes traveled over my thin shift, missing nothing. “Well, look at that.” His voice was low and gravelly. “Ain’t you purty.” He waved his gun. “Out with you. Let’s go.”

  We found ourselves on the beach with the rest of the survivors from the shipwreck, minus Samuel. Pricilla pursed her lips when she saw me, disapproval emanating from her pores. The last thing I cared about at the moment was my appearance. We were in a precarious situation, being held by notorious villains who wouldn’t think twice about killing us.

  “What’s in here?” asked a scruffy looking pirate. His long hair hung down his back in matted plaits. The sharp end of his cutlass sliced across the thin cotton that held the jewels we’d retrieved from the Siren spring. Rich tones of gold glinted, and diamonds flashed in the sunlight. The pirates gathered and ogled the gems, their eyes wide with interest. A long curved sword was suddenly under Jack’s chin. “Where’d you get this?”

  “Found it in the jungle.”

  “Where in the jungle?”

  “Over there.” He pointed.

  “That’s not good enough! Show us.”

  Two of the pirates dragged Jack away, while the rest of us waited, sitting in the elements, our skin deepening to darker shades, while the sun lifted higher into the midday sky. It seemed as if hours had gone by, before the small group emerged from the palm trees.