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Island Angel


Copyright © 1999 Raphael. All rights reserved.
Images Copyright © Jonathon Bowser. Used by permission on author.
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Island Angel



"KRRAAAK!" The lightning bolt split the sky just to the left of the small aircraft. It was so close that the roar of the thunder was simultaneous with the blinding flash. Ian was worried. He was an experienced pilot, but his communication system had gone on the blink and this weather had set in very quickly and without warning. He was still two hours out of Papeete and he was beginning to wonder if he was ever going to get there. He still wasn't quite sure why he was making this flight. There was plenty of other air shows he could have attended, but the invitation to the one at Papeete had intrigued him. He had never spent enough time in the south seas and wanted the chance to see more. The fee he was being paid to bring his fully restored Lockheed Electra to the show was also attractive, but it was more than that. For some reason he felt drawn to this show. It was as if, for some strange reason, he was meant to make this flight. At this moment, though, fate did not seem to be in his favor.

Below him, through the angry clouds, the stormy green water of the south Pacific stretched endlessly in almost every direction. He was thankful that his navigation equipment was still working properly. Had it blown out too, he was sure he would soon have been shaking hands with Amelia Earhart. He continued to fight the howling wind, trying to climb upwards and get above this vicious squall. Then it happened. Somewhere in the right engine block of the plane, a flawed piston rod snapped and sent shards of metal flying. The engine seized and ground quickly to a halt. Without even power and in the grip of the battering wind, Ian was almost without control as he quickly began to lose altitude. He tried to feather the prop, but it was frozen solid. The drag was really causing steering problems. He was too busy trying to keep the plane steady to have time to think about his predicament. Each moment now was simply a matter of survival.


As he shot downwards out of the clouds, the rain spattered against his windshield in a torrential downpour. The ceiling was low and he couldn't see below the clouds until he was at a mere 500 feet or so above the water. He knew that he would have only seconds to try to bring the plane down before it smashed into pieces on the rolling waves. To his shock, he emerged from the cloud cover a scant half mile from a small island. There were no islands on the charts in this part of the ocean. His charts were quite new, with the latest satellite information. This was not the time for curiosity, however, and he quickly aimed for the narrow sandy beach below.

Ian was coming in too fast, he knew that, but he really had no choice. The landing gear snapped off as they plowed into the shell studded sand. His plane careened through the beach and into the surrounding jungle. The last thing Ian remembered was the lush foliage rushing by, as his plane smashed into a tree and he lost consciousness.


Ian awoke with a splitting headache. A gentle hand was cleaning a gash on his forehead with cool water. He opened his eyes. To his complete astonishment, he found himself in a large airy hut made from palm and bamboo. It was modestly furnished with a bamboo table and chairs. There was shelving lined with baskets and a small basin into which water ran through a bamboo pipe. The water overflowed and ran down a channel in the floor and out of the dwelling. Even more astonishing was the girl who was cleaning his wound. She was copper skinned with long black hair like most natives in this part of the world, but her eyes were the intense green of the stormy sea. She seemed ageless, appearing neither young nor old, but was lithe and very beautiful. She was clad in a simple dress woven from coconut fibers and around her neck was a string of the largest black pearls Ian had ever seen. A belt of strung whelk shells held the dress close to her body at the waist. Behind her ear, holding her jet hair back, was a brilliant orange and crimson blossom from the bird-of-paradise plant.


She smiled at Ian as he regarded her. He winced slightly as she treated his wound with a green herbal poultice and dressed it with some soft plant fibers. She worked efficiently and expertly. Ian's head soon responded to the effects of the treatment. The throbbing headache lessened and was apparently the only consequence of his harrowing crash landing. He seemed to have suffered no other injury.


His enigmatic nurse then brought him a small bowl of some kind of exotic fruit. She took a piece, ate it and made a face as if it was good to eat. She offered the bowl to Ian with a gesture that he should eat. His head still swam a bit, but he did have some appetite and managed to eat most of the bowl of the sweet jungle fruit. Night was falling now and Ian fell dreamily into sleep, exhausted from his ordeal, but feeling much better.





He awoke sometime in the night to the feeling of a warm feminine body snuggled close to him. The night air had grown cold and she had lain down next to him to keep him warm. She stirred at his movement and gazed at him with her sea-green eyes. Ian felt himself being drawn closer to her. It was as if she was controlling him somehow, pulling him toward her, with her will. Ian could not resist and did not think that he would have wanted to, even if he could have.


She leaned down and gently kissed his nipple. It ran through him like an electric shock that he wasn't expecting. She caressed his chest with her soft hands as she gently licked and nuzzled at him. She wrapped her soft bronze arms around him and tipped her head up to kiss him. Her soft, ruby lips beckoned to him and his warm lips melted into hers. Her long hair streamed over him as she kissed him fervently. She seemed insatiable. Kissing and nibbling at his lips and tongue with a passion, he had never felt from another. He could feel the tremendous heat emanating from her body. He could feel her soft full breasts up against him. Her long slender legs wrapped around his and he could feel his body reacting to the delicious feel of her skin touching his. She kissed his face, his ears, his neck. He could feel her nipples brushing against his chest and reached down to squeeze her lovely breasts. Her round shapely breasts were swollen and her brown nipples were hard and begging for attention. She lifted herself slightly and pulled his head toward her chest, driving his hot mouth onto her aching nipple. He greedily sucked it in, running his tongue in quick fluttering circles across its sensitive wrinkled surface. She gently moaned and held him there allowing him to passionately consume first one then the other. After several moments, she gently disengaged his hungry lips and kissed him. Her green eyes sparkled as she slowly began to kiss down his chest. His eyes were hopelessly locked onto hers as she kissed down over his trembling abdomen. Her soft hand slid over his awakening manhood. She lifted it toward her mouth but never lost eye contact with Ian. As her velvety mouth slid over his throbbing member, she was looking deeply into his eyes, into his soul, into the center of his being. He gasped at the exquisite sensation of her tongue sliding the length of his shaft, but never looked away. He was trapped in her gaze; a prisoner of those amazing green eyes. She consumed him just as he had consumed her magnificent breasts. Her ruby lips engulfed and then released him again and again. Her tongue swirled and danced with each stroke. Just as he felt he could take no more; she stopped. She wasn't teasing him. She knew he was almost at the point of release and she wasn't done yet. Tenderly she kissed and caressed him and allowed him to calm a little.


Raising him to his knees, she knelt in front of him with her back to him. She looked over her shoulder, her green eyes begging unmistakably for him to enter her from behind. He could not help but to comply. As his thick pulsing manhood entered her soft wetness, she arched her back and gasped. He began a slow and deliberate thrusting motion and she responded in kind, driving herself back upon his engorged beam. Her luscious breasts bobbled with each thrust. Her sable locks cascaded over her back. Through all of it, her green eyes remained locked with his in an embrace as passionate and consuming as the one their bodies were engaged in. She reached back and caressed his velvety orbs as they bounced against her. When he grew close to release again, she stopped and rolled Ian onto his back.

Having been so close to release twice, Ian's body was trembling with excitement. His green-eyed lover was also quivering with each and every delicious contact. She kissed him. Hard and passionate her lips meshed with his. She bit his lip a little and dug her nails into his skin as she held him. With an intense hunger in her eyes, she set his hardness against her love opening and thrust down upon it. She bounced up and down on his engorged member with passionate abandon. There would be now stopping this time. She wanted him, all of him, deeply embedded into her moist aching center. Their breathing quickened as their climax neared. With a cry and a gasp her body shuddered. Like a clap of thunder her climax broke on Ian. He felt her womanhood clamp tightly onto him, grabbing at him in strong pulses. His muscles tensed as his body was racked with the spasms of his release. She felt his hot liquid flowing into her and filling her with an indescribable sensation of heat and passion. She clawed his chest with her nails as the waves of pleasure rocked her body. He didn't notice any pain, in fact it seemed almost pleasurable as his manhood spurted deeply inside her. She lay spent on top of Ian. She kissed and caressed the scratches she had left on his chest in her passion. As dawn slowly broke, they lay together in a tangled passionate sleep.


Strong hands grabbed Ian by the jacket and dragged him into the dinghy. "You have no idea how lucky you are we found you," the native sailor said. "We thought La-ani had gotten you."

"La-ani? Who …what..where am I?" Said Ian. He was completely bewildered. "You've been floating around here for a day and a half, buddy, "said another sailor. "We followed your emergency tracking beacon." "La-ani is the local Thunder spirit. She is said to cause the freak storms like the one that brought you down," he explained. "She is said to be looking for her long lost lover and she causes the storms to catch men she likes the look of."


"But I was on an Island," said Ian. "With a native girl."

"There are no islands anywhere near here. Drifting in the ocean must have caused you to hallucinate," said the brawny sailor.

"And what does this La-ani do with the men she catches?" Ian asked curiously.

"Most of them are never seen again, and are drowned in the depths of the sea," replied the native, "Legend has it that those she finds worthy she sets free, but she marks them."

"How?" Asked Ian, now beginning to feel rather uncomfortable.

"She puts the sign of the thunderbolt on their breast," said the native.

Ian reached under his shirt where he could still feel the zigzag scratches left by his mysterious lover.

"And what does she look like, this La-ani?" He asked.

"She takes many forms," the native answered. "But the most common one is that of a beautiful island girl with eyes the color of the angry sea."



~Raphael~




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