Welcome to the Island, chapter 8.

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There was a stoicism to my mindset, a determination, the knowledge that I had been set a task that was within the scope of my abilities to achieve, and all I had to do was to, well, do it... or them. The climb up the northern mountain had been a lot easier than I had anticipated, I was never unfit to start with, but the ease at which I pulled myself up that slope had me wondering if there wasn't some sort of divine help from Freja involved. It would seem she had certainly been helping my performances elsewhere recently.

I wasn't able to think about it too much, though; my mind was completely occupied by the view in front of me. I was speechless, just leaning against a tree at the summit of the mountain and taking it in. My mind was woefully under-equipped to do anything other than just... look at it.

I mean, the scenery, the sweeping landscape, the gentle wind, the sun-swept caldera bathed in rays of light as they shone through gaps in the sparse clouds, the turquoise blue oceans stretching out into eternity in every direction, they were all pretty nice, I guess, but the sight of Liz seductively swinging her hips as she peeled her bikini top off her sweat-sheened, flawless body was enough to make a man believe in a higher power.

Perhaps that is a poor choice of words, considering I had recently met a higher power. I didn't care; I was watching this proof of the divine pull out every trick in the book to achieve something that had already been more than accomplished. She was trying to seduce me.

In my experience, really hot girls - especially the ones who had spent their whole lives being universally fawned over - never made any attempt to seduce their partners. They may put on a little tease or have a bit of fun, but really going out of their way to seduce a man, nope, never. The guy was expected to want her just by virtue of how she looked. They weren't wrong, but that hubris, that expectation, that ego, was the reason I didn't like, really like, them as anything more than eye candy. Liz could easily have qualified as one of those; of all the girls on the Island, with the exception of Hayley, she was the one who had most missed her calling as a model or maybe an actress... or a stripper.

The fluid motion of her swaying hips, the way her hands caressed over the bare parts of her sun-kissed skin, the way her hair rippled and waved over her shoulders as they rocked to the rhythm of the music that only she could hear. The way her eyes stayed locked unbreakably and intently on mine as her legs, crossing slightly to accentuate the sway of her hips, carried her one agonizingly slow step after another towards me.

Over the past few days, I'd had sex with more women than in the entire decade of my life before them, yet all of the other girls had something in common. There had been no preamble. Hayley, Robyn, and Katie had known what they wanted and had just taken it. There was no question of seduction; there was no build-up. There was that flash of sexual tension, the sudden rise in temperature, and we were fucking. Hannah was the same; the only difference was that it had been me dragging her off to screw her brains out. Liz was different. This was very, very different.

She knew I wanted her; that ship had long since sailed. If it wasn't the casual, flirtatious touches that had brushed over her ass, or the way she had pressed her breasts into my side as we had helped each other make the climb, or the downright scandalous and increasingly explicit comments that had passed between us on our hike, then the tent in my shorts was more than a subtle hint of my desire. But she didn't care. Despite knowing that I wanted her at least as much as she wanted me, a desire that was growing more intense by the moment, she wanted me to see her, she wanted me to watch her, she wanted me to know that I had every single shred of her attention and her being, and she wanted mine in return. She wanted this to be something I would remember.

Jesus, this would be the last thing I remembered before I lost my marbles in the retirement home decades from now.

"I am going to pull your cock out now." She purred as she finally closed the gap between us, crushing her bare chest against mine before pushing her face into the nape of my neck, licking, nipping, sucking, and adding soft vampiric nips to my skin as she murmured her words to me. "Then I am going to drop to my knees and suck it all the way down my throat. Then you are going to fuck my pussy, pump your seed and your baby into me, and then, finally, when you are all slick with our mixed juices, I am going to lube us both up, and you are going to force that fat, throbbing fuck stick up my ass and screw me until I lose feeling in my legs."

I gulped loudly. To be honest, I'm surprised that a pathetic whimper didn't follow the sound of it out of my lips. I felt her smile against the skin of my neck.

"Does that sound like a plan?"

Yeah, I'm pretty surprised my knees didn't crumple underneath me as well. It felt as if they had the consistency of overcooked spaghetti-Os.

Luckily, another, more important, part of me was solid as a slab of granite and more than up for the task. Who needs knees, anyway?

Liz didn't wait for an answer to her rhetorical question as she started sliding her body down mine. I could feel the wetness of her bikini bottoms drag over my leg as she lowered herself, I could feel the hardness of her nipples against my chest, and I groaned loudly as her tongue trailed from my neck excruciatingly, torturously slowly, down to her promised land.

Her knees hit the ground just as her fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts and dragged them down. There was a gasp and a giggle as my cock bounced upwards, jumping for freedom just as it was freed from the elastic and slapped her across the face.

"Ohhh," she purred. "Hello, big boy." Her eyes flicked up to mine with another deep, sultry moan as she licked her hips. "This is going to do nicely." Then, without taking her eyes from mine, she slowly impaled her face onto my cock, slowly, inch by throbbing inch, pushing my cock deeper and deeper, dragging it over the back of her tongue, pushing it against the opening of her throat... And then, without the slightest hint of a gag reflex, swallowed me in deeper and took me completely.

I saw heaven.

Swallowing again, over and over, I felt her throat contracting around me again and again, nursing me, milking me, worshipping me. My hands clawed at the tree at my back as every drop of my self-control was poured into keeping myself upright and not exploding down her throat there and then. The entire world seemed to vibrate with the pleasure this girl was giving me, and my eyes struggled to maintain focus. It was as if the power of sight was not necessary at this moment, so my body had just shut it down in favor of raw, physical sensation.

I felt her starting to bob slowly, deeply, and deliberately like she knew exactly what she was doing to me. she was taking enormous amounts of pleasure in the torture that she was putting me through.

She was alternating everything, the speed of her head bobs, the suction of her mouth, the weight over her dancing tongue, the pressure of the squeezing of her skilled fingers onto my balls, everything she did, except one. No matter where her mouth was, whether it was just over my head as her tongue swirled over my crown and through my precum or if her lips were sealed around the root of my cock with my head throbbing in her throat, her eyes never left mine.

I could feel myself building, smearing the taste of my secretions across her tongue as she started to drag her lips all the way up my length before pushing all the way back down again. That familiar churn was starting to coil in the pit of my stomach, my balls started to tighten, my cock started to throb, and Liz's eyes danced as she looked up at mine, feeling the increased urgency as I rocked into her mouth.

She pulled off with a teasing grin. "Not yet, stud. There is plenty of time for me to swallow you. I want your first load inside me!"

I growled at her as she stood up, that twinge reappearing at the back of my head as the urgency, the craving, the overwhelming instinct to take her appeared in a heartbeat. She saw it too, the dilation of my eyes, the heavier breathing, the powerful flex in my cock. The breath hitched in her throat, and her lips parted as she realized what was coming.

One hand clamped around her waist, spinning us both around and shoving her back into the tree. "Oh fuck yes!" she hissed as the air was almost knocked out of her. "This is what I want. Fucking take me! Use me! Fuck me like a whore and breed me!" My free hand yanked her bikini bottoms off her. Only the slightest echo of conscious thought prevented me from ripping them off her body. Not because I was opposed to the idea of her walking around naked, not because I wanted to protect her modesty, but because I wanted them to hold my seed inside her when I filled her womb to capacity.

She barely managed to hook her leg around me, my hand coming down and holding it higher onto my hip as I crushed my body to hers. There was no preamble, no build-up, she had driven me to the point of madness and had told me what she wanted, now I was going to give it to her. My cock slammed into her with enough power to lift her other foot up onto its tiptoes, and her lips let forth a squealing shriek as her cunt was stretched around me.

She threw her head back, a series of grunting screams falling from her lips as she lost the ability to concentrate on anything other than the rampant power being forced into her with each brutal thrust. In only a few strokes, she gave up trying to keep her balance on her supporting foot and threw it around my waist. Her entire body weight was in my hands, my fingers digging into her ass, and her tits bouncing violently against my chest as her entire body was pinned to the tree and pummelled.

Her eyes were wide and wild. She had heard the stories from the others, I had overheard parts of the giggling conversations between her and the others, especially Hannah, but I don't think even she expected this level of rampancy and frantic pounding. She had lost the ability to form coherent words as I slammed every single thick, throbbing, pulsing inch of manhood into her. Only a series of grunts and screams were capable of being pushed from her lips as she clawed at my back and my shoulders.

I was doing more than fucking her.

I was claiming her.

The first massive orgasm ripped through her. A shrill scream echoed around the trees and echoed down into the valley below us as her pussy clamped down on me with the power of an industrial vice. "OhmyfuckingGOD! I'm fucking cumminggggggg! Don't stop! Make me yours! FuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUCKKK!" She screamed again as the first climax rolled without interruption into another and then another. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her body loosened. Every part of her was consumed by the pleasure that wracked her entire body. Her sex clenched one more time before my thighs were soaked by the spray of her cum, I had found, fucked, and claimed a squirter, the first one of my life.

Her howl echoed into the mid-afternoon air, her gasping breath silencing her scream for only a few seconds while the loud sound of wet slaps replaced the sounds of her pleasure.

Suddenly, she seemed to snap out of her mind-bending pleasure. Her eyes snapped to mine with an intensity I had scarcely seen before; they bore into my very soul. "You are close, Dan, baby. I can feel it. I can feel you swelling. I can feel you stretching me. I am your whore. I am your slut. No man has ever fucked me as good as you do, and no man is ever going to fuck me again. I want to be your bitch, put me in a fucking stable with your other bitches, and ride me whenever you... oh fuckkk... Whenever you fucking want! Now pump your cum into me. I want to feel it filling me. I want you to fuck your baby into me. Breed me... ohmygod... fucking knock me up! Do it! Do it! Doitdoitdoit! Fuuuuckkkkk!"

Another orgasm smashed into her, and her body convulsed so hard that I had to redouble my grip on her. My hips were moving entirely of their own accord, hammering her into the tree. The angle had her back flush against the wood, which in turn angled her ass outward and presented her cunt to my onslaught. My crown was battering into her deep enough to nudge her cervix as my thickness crushed and dragged over her g-spot. If the feeling of her spasming powerfully wasn't enough to send me to the edge, her words certainly were.

I dropped her weight a little, burying my cock even deeper into her, impaling her on me and hammering into her like an animal, mounting and mating his bitch in heat. She wanted my seed, she wanted my dominance, she wanted to be owned, and she was going to get it!

My climax raced up my length with a speed and a power that I had never felt before. One second I was in my rhythm, the next, I was clenching my jaw to hold onto my eruption for as long as I was able. I feel no shame in saying that "as long as I was able" was less than a few extra seconds.

I exploded into her. Once again, just like it had been with Hayley as the change had first happened, my climax was like someone piercing a pressurized beer can or popping the cork out of a bottle of Champagne. It sprayed into her in a single powerful torrent. It hit her walls with the force of a power washer, and the sensation was enough to make Liz buck, contract, and let out another inhuman scream. This time, her song of pleasure was joined by my own as I splashed my potent seed into her. I could feel it hitting her cervix, I knew she could feel it too. As the initial pressure subsided, I felt my orgasm reduce into the normally expected spurts, her body twitched, and her mouth moaned as each one hosed against the nerve endings inside her.

By the time my senses had fully returned to me, she was mewling and purring with the last of her life-altering pleasure, her body twitching with the powerful aftershock as I throbbed and pulsed inside her. My knees felt weak and wobbly, I was honestly surprised that they hadn't collapsed beneath me, but I had somehow managed to keep her suspended above the floor and pinned to the tree.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she moaned. "Best. Fuck. Ever." She groaned long and loud as I slowly lowered her legs to the ground and a girlish, happy giggle escaped her lips as she pulled me in and kissed me passionately. "You know you are going to be fucking me like that all the time, now, right?" she purred as she pulled her lips from mine. "I mean, probably not exactly like that, I think you might break me after too much of it. But... fuuuckkk... no wonder the other girls are so hooked on you! I meant it, by the way."

"Hmmm?"

"I am your whore. You can fuck me and pump your spunk into me whenever you want. Fuck, I am going to have dreams about that!"

I chuckled as well as we both slumped to the ground.

"Okay, stud. Let's catch our breaths and compose ourselves. Then you are going to fuck my ass!"

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It took another twenty minutes or so of fondling by Liz, including another brief trip down her throat, for me to become hard enough again. Having never been inside a woman's ass before, it had never occurred to me that a cock has to be granite hard to be pushed inside, even with the amount of lube that she had spread all over me and her bud.

Licking her lips, she had rubbed a healthy amount of the Vaseline onto my solid tumescence, then rolled onto her hands and knees and wiggled her ass invitingly back at me. "Go slow," she whispered. "I'm going to take every thick inch. Then you can fuck my brains out, but go slow to start."

I pulled myself onto my knees behind her, my hands running over her ass, squeezing it tightly, almost possessively, digging my fingers into the soft and pliable yet firm flesh. A deep throaty moan rumbled from her chest as she pushed herself back into my touch, and I got myself into position. She was almost vibrating with anticipation and excitement, her breath was ragged and guttural, and her entire world condensed down to my slick cock rubbing between her ass cheeks and over her rosebud.

I pressed the head of my crown against her, pulling another moan from her lips. She braced herself, looking back over her shoulder with a look that just screamed raw sexual desire, and nodded. I pushed harder, pressing more and more pressure onto her ring with the head of my cock, feeling her instinctively clench, followed by a more conscious relaxing of her muscles, then I felt her open.

Not much.

Barely enough.

But I pushed, I pushed hard.

The deep, growling moan that trembled through her was one of carnal, exquisite sensations as my head finally popped through her tight ring and slid into her. "Oh fuuccckkkinggg GOD!" she groaned again as her ring snapped closed around the ridge of my cock, and I held inside her for a few moments. I held still, just giving her a few moments to grow used to the size of her anal intruder.

"So full, so big! Fuck, more! Give me more!" she started to rock herself backward onto me, inching more and more of me inside her. Velvety smooth, tighter than anything I had ever had around my cock before, and searing hot. I groaned along with her as I sank in deeper.

It must only have been a minute or two, probably even less than that, but it felt like an eternity until I was completely buried in her ass, my cock throbbing against the incredible squeeze and my balls resting against her well fucked and puffy-lipped pussy.

I could feel my last load being forced out of her by the pressure of my cock in her ass. Liz had dropped her head at some point during her impaling, resting her head on the ground, one hand curled in an arc above her head while the other reached between her legs to stroke at her swollen and sensitive clit. Neither of us moved, just relishing in the feeling of her fullness and tightness.

Then she started to rock. Just a slow, deep, methodical sway of her body on the pivot of her knees. After only a few strokes, I started to move with her. Pulling out as she moved away, and then pushing in harder as she rolled her body back into me.

In and out, in and out. Over and over. Getting deeper and a little harder, each thrust coming just a fraction of a second faster than the one before it. Each stroke stretching, gaping, and loosening her just that little bit more. Pretty soon, she was fucking herself back onto every thrust with a speed and power comparable to how I would be taking her pussy. Her eyes opened, a magical, sparking grin on her lips. "Fuck me, you gorgeous bastard!" she groaned from behind a challenging smirk. "Fuck me like you mean it!"

I slapped her ass hard, not just a love tap, not a playful spank, but a genuine smack. The sound bounced off the trees and back at us as the burning red handprint burned onto her skin. Another hard smack pulled another primal yelp from her lips before I grasped her hips, pulled her back onto me, held her still, and started smashing my cock into her.

"Oh fucking God, yes! Just like that. C'mon Dan. I'm a strong bitch! I can take it. Fucking destroy my ass!"

Fuck, this girl was driving me wild. Openly challenging me to fuck her ass harder, the look of wanton lust and desire on her face, the carnal grunts, the deep moans, the primal purrs.. All of it was driving me to do something I never thought I would want to do before. I was going to fuck her like i was trying to hurt her!

In one swift motion, I reached forward and wrapped her long dark hair around my fist and yanked it hard, not only yanking her head back to arch her spine but lifting the top part of her body off the ground. Another smack landed on her ass, tinting one cheek a slightly darker shade than the other, so I spanked the other as well to keep it even. Pounding into her, picking up the speed and the power in a burst of frantic energy.

She was howling now, not quite screaming. The sounds falling out of her lips weren't high-pitched enough to be called a scream. It was like a constant, hungry yowling that seemed to do even more to my desire to keep fucking her than her screams had done. It was a yearning, a craving for more. A marrow deep desire to surrender all of herself to me. I was going to take every shred of her.

My cock pistoned out of her ass, and the lube she had applied to both of us, not to mention the stretch of her ass, made the sawing in and out almost effortless. I pulled on her hair harder as I hammered her, lifting the top half of her body completely off the ground, pulling her upright until her head was resting against the crook of my shoulder, and a deep arch curled her spine until it ended in her hips thrust out and angled into me.

The howls morphed into a series of grunts as the power of my thrusts knocked the air out of her lungs. Her eyes were wide open and looking frantically and wildly at the sky. Focused on nothing at all except the pure pleasure, the slight pain, and the unbelievable fullness that permeated her entire being.

I leaned my head down and growled into her ear. "You. Are. Mine!"

She exploded.

The juices from her spasming pussy sprayed onto the ground beneath her. I was in no place to enter the debate on what female ejaculate actually consisted of, and frankly, I didn't care. Whatever it was splashed forcefully down her thighs as mine smashed into the back of them. Her voice caught in her throat, her mouth falling open in a silent scream that seemed to steal the breath right out of her. Her eyes rolled into her skull, and her chest flushed so brightly it looked like it would glow in the dark.

The clamp of her ass onto my still-pistoning cock felt like it would break it off. I couldn't last more than another few strokes into her before fireworks went off behind my eyes, my mind touched the stars, the world spun, and I was emptying myself into her.

Despite meeting an actual god only a few hours before, I would never consider myself a spiritual person, but at that moment, I understood what was meant when people said their orgasms felt like a genuine religious experience.

Time distorted, reality bent, my mind took a break from its duties and headed off to find greener, less demanding fields elsewhere, and every muscle in my body decided enough was enough and simply gave up. The pair of us flopped onto the ground together in a heavily panting, transcendent mess.

I have absolutely no idea how long we stayed that way. Nor did I have any desire to move.

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There was probably some scientific term bouncing around my head for the illusion of something looking smaller than it was when viewed from below, something about perspective, maybe, but if there was, I couldn't remember it now. The size of my orgasm and the power of my release had essentially turned my mind to mush. I was running on autopilot for most of the time it took to walk here. I'm not sure my companion was in a much better position than I was.

But the long and short of it was that Liz, of course, had been right. The western mountain, the one directly above the pillbox, was significantly bigger and steeper than it had looked from its base. If we had tried to make our way up that mountain instead of the northern one and walk along the ridgeline, we would probably still be trying to climb it. It may not have been vertical enough to need ropes and climbing gear, but to my admittedly untrained eye, it didn't look too far off.

A little over an hour later, Liz, still wearing that unbearably sexy satisfied grin and her bikini again, was tracing her feet over the lines of something in the ground. Walking the outline of a pit of some kind that had once been carved into the top of the mountain before being worn away by the elements.

"I think this was an anti-aircraft emplacement," she mused quietly, perhaps to herself, but still loud enough for me to hear her. "There is barely anything left of it, though."

"So what are you thinking?" I asked, walking closer to her and casting my eyes at the ground on which she was walking. Now that she had pointed it out, I could see the large, circular depression in the soil. I had no doubt that I would have walked straight past it if she hadn't. Moreover, Liz had pointed out at least three other depressions as we approached, with more seeming to be dotted on either side of the mountain. I would be lying if I said I would ever have spotted those, either.

"This was definitely some kind of bigger complex," She said without taking her eyes off the ground." There are only ever two real reasons to put these sorts of defenses on an island like this. An airfield, or some sort of naval base or anchorage." She looked up and out to see. "If there was a naval base here, it's long gone now, but there is certainly enough flat land around this volcano to fit an airstrip. A pretty big one too. But, the problem with that is that there are no signs of battle here."

"What do you mean?"

"Alright, look, I'm not going to pretend to be an expert on military history or anything like that, but the placement of military installations is actually a pretty common aspect of land surveys, so I have a little experience with that. Any airbase on an Island is used to attack shipping lanes; we have no real idea where we are, but Tom said we are probably somewhere south, maybe southwest of Hawaii. So if this were a Japanese airbase, the Americans would have wanted it gone. They would have hammered it from the air, then bombarded it from the sea, and then launched an amphibious landing to clear it out and take it over. There would be bomb and shell craters everywhere, especially around emplacements like this. But there aren't any."

I nodded slowly.

"If there was an airbase over there, for example..." She pointed to the flat edge of the grasslands and into the heavily forested area to the north, "...these ridges would have made a perfect headquarters, kind of like on Iwo Jima. We've all seen the pictures: Flat land, airstrip, and a mountain overlooking the lot of it filled with enough gun emplacements and artillery to give any enemy landings a really hard time. I bet these mountains are absolutely riddled with tunnels. Well, were."

"You don't think they still are?"

"After eighty years? Unless they were reinforced by concrete or something, there is no chance. They would have collapsed decades ago. But I bet we are going to find lots of fortified bunkers like the pillbox down there. My guess would be that one has survived so well because it has been sheltered by the mountains. Most of them would just be piles of rubble by now. But I bet there would be materials there that our sexy engineer could use to help build a home for us to raise all the babies she is going to fuck into his harem." She finished with a teasing grin. "Look, I think that is one down there."

"What?" I squinted to the western side of the mountain, the side facing out to sea, following her finger to where she was pointing. I expected to see one of the girls for a brief moment, considering the end of her statement, but quickly realized she was trying to point out a bunker.

I saw nothing.

"There, about a third of the way up, where that clump of trees is."

I squinted against the bright afternoon light. I still saw nothing.

Liz giggled and shook her head. "Men! Fuck their brains out, and suddenly they become blind. The same applies to jerking off, I have heard." She paused for a second and frowned, turning to face me. "I hope you realize that if you are caught beating one out, you are gonna have a bunch of very annoyed women on your hands, don't you? No more using your hands. Consider this an offer to use my pussy or my mouth anytime you want, got it? Not my ass, though," she shuffled uncomfortably and reached behind her to rub her tender posterior. "That really will break if you tear it up too often. She needs time to recuperate. But pussy and mouth? They are all yours! I'm pretty sure the others will say the same."

I blinked at her and swallowed hard.

"I wonder if we should put some sort of schedule together." She pondered to herself as she turned her attention back to the ground and started to pace the outline of the AA pit again.

I chuckled and shook my head, turning back to the interior of the Volcanic caldera and peering down the slope. From this distance, I could make out the rest of our little group mulling about at the bottom of the hill. The shapes that looked like Hayley, Hannah, Robyn, Amy, and Katie had made their way back to the river and were sitting in a group in the water. Apparently, Amy and Hannah had returned from their trek to the trees on the south slope although I couldn't make out if their expedition had been a success or not from here. Tom was about halfway between them and the Pillbox, off to the side of the small path created by the group's travels, and Lousia was bouncing steadily and rhythmically on top of him. Ray and his two brunettes were by the Pillbox, Ray with his back pressed against the wall, and the two girls on their knees in front of him.

Fuck, there are going to be a lot of heavily pregnant women around here soon. Fuck, I really need to get on with building that shelter.

Liz glanced down the hill and giggled at the sight, before seeming to notice the look of concern on my face. "You're not jealous of Tom and Ray, are you?" She asked with a hint of incredulity in her voice.

"God, no." I laughed. "You lot are more than enough for me to handle, besides, Tom and Louisa deserve all the happiness they can find here, and Ray is a great guy. I'm not sure any of us would be here without him."

"Then what's wrong?"

I licked my lips and sighed. "Honestly? I'm not sure you guys appreciate how much work is going to be needed to get this shelter built. At least not if it is going to be big enough to house all of us, with limited tools and limited help."

"Limited help? There are twelve of us."

"With all twelve of us working on it 8 hours a day, every day, it is probably going to take a few months to be finished. And what happens when people start getting pregnant? Hell, four out of the five of you who have settled for me may already be pregnant. How much heavy lifting... and I really do mean heavy lifting are you going to be able to do when Amy finds out you are expecting?"

"Hmmm, yeah, good point. I hadn't thought of that."

"Back home, two or three guys can build a whole house, albeit a simple one, in a few months. But they would have cranes, lifters, and power tools. All the materials would be delivered to the building site. Hell, have you seen any nails around? It's much, much harder to build without them. We are going to be building this in a way that hasn't been done in centuries. We are going to have to cut down our own trees, shape them into lumber, and carry them to wherever we choose to build, and that is before we even start putting the thing up. You were the one who talked about storms, if a bad one rolls in while it is being erected, it will be destroyed, and we will have to start from scratch." I sighed again. "I'm sorry, It's just..."

"It's a lot of pressure. I understand that, baby. None of us may know the specifics, but none of us think that it is going to be an easy task for you. No matter how hard it is, you have our..."

She blinked and froze for a second.

"What? What's wrong?"

"What if you don't need to build one?" she said slowly as if saying the thought out loud threatened to make it flee from her quickly working mind.

"I'm... not following."

"The tunnels..." she murmured, her eyes scanning wildly over every mountainside in view.

"I thought you said they were long gone by now."

"Unless they were reinforced." She corrected me, the slightest hint of a smile pulling at her lips. "If there were gun batteries in the mountain, which we knew there were..."

"Do we?"

"Yes... and they would have needed ammunition. Those would have been reinforced because if those were collapsed in an attack, it would cut off the guns. Same with the main command HQ. Yes, most of the smaller tunnels would have just been cut straight out of the dirt; they're gone, but the important stuff? I'd bet my left nipple that they were reinforced!"

"Just your left nipple, huh?" I smirked at her.

"Oh, shut up!" She slapped my arm with another giggle.

"So, how would we find them?"

"We wouldn't, not directly, anyway. We would need to find more bunkers for the guns. These mountains would be littered with them. One of them has to have the tunnel still intact."

"What makes you so sure? It's been eighty years."

"Because of the thing Ray is leaning up against to get his dick sucked!" She laughed, starting to bounce on the balls of her feet on the spot. "If that survived, I bet other things on the same orientation did as well."

"Huh?"

"Urrrghh... Look. It's simple." She rolled her eyes at me. "The wind comes from the West. That is why most of the stuff exposed to the west has been scoured clear; too much wind and moisture erosion. But the wind hits the mountains and is deflected up. It goes over the pillbox and over things like that on the Eastern side of the mountains. The pillbox is on the western side of the crater but on the eastern slope of the mountains. I bet that the same has happened on the opposite side of the range!"

"Riiggghhhttt."

"That means the big gun bunkers would have been spared from the winds, the same as the pillbox has. Or at least not battered by them as these ones have." She kicked her foot into the dirt that had once been an anti-aircraft emplacement.

My eyes widened as I caught on. "Ohh, and if the bunkers are more intact...."

"Then the tunnels may be too." She was bouncing with so much excitement by then that her tits threatened to break out of her top. I made no attempt to stop her. "God, I am a genius!" She grinned cheekily. "I should let you fuck me in the ass more often if this is what it does to me!"

"I wholeheartedly agree."

She threw herself into my arms and kissed me deeply. "So what do I get as my reward if I am right."

"Knocked up." I grinned back, the answer coming from my lips a little too quickly, even for me.

Liz purred deeply and ground herself against me. "Oh fuck, that was a good answer! Come on, let's go. We have to tell the others."

And with that, she yanked my arms and started leading me down the steep slope of the mountain toward the rest of the group.

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And that's a wrap for chapter 8.

Dan will continue to explore the island next week when Chapter 9 is released. With everyone seeming to find their roles, or at least their groups, life seems to be settling down for our band of intrepid castaways. What fun and games await them going forward, and will they find out what troubles are plaguing back home? Stay tuned to find out.

Thank you for your comments and feedback. It never ceases to amaze me how supportive and receptive the readers of lit can be. I look forward to hearing what you think of this, and my flagship story - NewU - in the comments or on the Discord Server.

Stay Awesome.

Nova