Pleasure Cruise Trilogy (Box Set)

by Michelle M. Pillow

  As the plane jerked and shuddered in the sky, she almost wished Jurgen had refused to take off. By the soft muttering coming from the pilot’s seat, he was wishing pretty much the same thing. The weather had turned sour and he’d spent the last fifteen minutes cursing her and her damned “female wiles”.

  The light vibration of the flight left her pussy damp and need throbbed through her. If she was more like her cousin, she would have used those female wiles to seduce the good pilot the night before and let him ease the ache between her legs. The man was in great shape. That tall, tanned, six-foot-two body would definitely know how to please a woman. What she wouldn’t give to have his long fingers thrusting in and out of her hot pussy at that moment.

  Annette shifted awkwardly in the seat, trying to ease the discomfort of being so aroused. It didn’t work. All she succeeded in doing was making additional cream form in her panties. She wanted to hike up her skirt and beg the man to fill her with his cock. This wasn’t like her. She wasn’t a prude by any means but she was cautious about her bed partners.

  Annette was up-to-date on all her shots that were required by law. They prevented the spread of disease and pregnancy. She visited her medical care provider as scheduled and had been in what she’d assumed was a monogamous relationship for the past six months.

  Oh, how wrong she’d been.

  She let out an annoyed breath and tried crossing her legs. That only made her cream-soaked pussy dampen more. At the rate she was going, she’d need to wring her panties out when they landed.

  If he wasn’t such a jackass, she might have actually acted on her impulses. Jurgen glanced at her and she held her breath. Even as he glared at her, his eyes nearly did her in. She’d never seen eyes quite like his. They were turquoise and intense. There was almost an animal magnetism to his gaze, that of a stalking beast homing in on its prey, a wild animal running through the night, a man gazing into the soul of a…

  Annette coughed lightly, stopping her thoughts as she discreetly shifted her hips in her seat. Now was definitely not the time to begin a full-blown sexual fantasy. This time when Jurgen glanced back at her, his expression had changed. It was the same look he’d given her in the bar right after she started crying.

  Fear? Protectiveness?

  “Miss Rowe, buckle up. Now!”

  Frantic, she did as he instructed, glancing around the eight-person aircraft and suddenly feeling closed in. The realization of just how small they were compared to the storm struck her just as the plane was jarred left and then quickly back to the right. Her head hit the window and her vision blurred. She looked out the thick plastic and for split second, through the darkened clouds and lightning, she could have sworn she saw a man with black hair clicking his fingers and winking at her.

  That was impossible.

  She blinked hard, peering into the darkness, but she didn’t see the apparition again. Her thoughts jumbled and she felt something warm and wet oozing down the side of her face.

  “Mayday, mayday… this is…” Jurgen’s voice faded away and everything came to a stop.

  Annette blinked, assuming she was dead and lying at the bottom of the ocean. She wasn’t. Peering out the window, she saw sand. Lots of it.

  * * *

  “You all right?” Jurgen scrambled from his seat, making his way back to her. The plane had tipped over on its side, leaving him to walk along the wall. His heart leapt into his throat as he saw the blood dripping down Annette’s temple. Her big blue eyes were wide with fright and her creamy skin now seemed paler, no doubt from shock. He went to her, instantly reaching to free her from the seat belt. His shifter senses were on overdrive due to the fresh blood. It didn’t help that the little strawberry-blonde woman had managed to get under his skin in a way no woman ever had before. At first, he assumed it was because she was demanding and arrogant. Then, after spending an entire night memorizing her curves while refusing his body the one thing it wanted most, he had a sneaking suspicion his interest in her was something else altogether. Even now, after he’d just run his plane into the ground, he was captured by the way her white blouse fit snuggly against her ample breasts and how her hips moved as she pushed out of her seat.

  A surge of anger flashed through Jurgen at being stupid enough to put her in harm’s way when all he’d wanted to do was protect her. A damn good pilot with an impeccable record, he wasn’t sure what had happened. All he knew was they were in the air one minute and on a beach the next.

  “Miss Rowe?” He touched her chin lightly, drawing her eyes back to his. She smelled lightly of rose perfume with a hint of feminine cream. The deliciousness of it thrust his naturally hot libido into overdrive. “Are you all right?”

  She didn’t respond.

  “Sweetheart, can you hear me?”

  Still, she said nothing.

  Her bottom lip trembled and Jurgen gave in to the urge to lean forward. He pressed his lips lightly to hers and his entire body felt as if it were going up in flames. Her lips parted with a gasp and he seized the moment to slip his tongue in. A low rumble moved up from deep within him as his tongue eased around hers. Never had a kiss driven him this wild or put the shifter side of him so close to the edge.

  Cupping her face gently, he tipped his head, allowing better access to her delectable lips. He searched her mouth, committing it to memory, savoring the taste. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, striking a perfect rhythm with hers. The stronger smell of her arousal filled his head and he wanted to take things further, but concern for her well-being stopped him.

  He broke the kiss slowly and smiled as he found her eyes shut and her lips parted. Jurgen kissed the tip of his finger, wetting it with the naturally healing saliva, and pressed it gently to her temple. Her blue eyes fluttered open and she drew in a deep breath.

  She blinked and did something that shocked him.

  She slapped him.

  Hard.

  “I told you.” Annette wobbled as she stared up toward the door. “I don’t like to be called sweetheart.”

  Jurgen rubbed his cheek lightly and a surge of relief swelled through him. If she was alert enough to slap him, she would be fine.

  “You kissed me!” she yelled, as if the fact had only now sunk in. “Now? Here?”

  He licked his lips. “Yeah, I know, sweetheart,” he said, unable to help himself. “I was there.”

  “Why?” she asked, no longer looking upset with him but rather curious.

  “Somebody needed to.” He watched as she geared up to smack him again. He caught her wrist and held it with care. “Besides, it was the only way I could think of to get you out of your state of shock. Would you rather I slapped you?”

  She stared up at him, her blue eyes misting over. “What happened? How did we end up… here?”

  “Sweetheart, there are thousands of islands, cays, and islets in the Bahamas, some of them so traditional they don’t have technology and the people on them have gone their whole lives without contact with outsiders. Some of the islands don’t have people. I don’t even know where here is, but I intend to find out.” Jurgen released his grasp on her wrist and much to his surprise she took hold of his hand. “Let’s climb out of here. I need to assess the damage and see if the radio still works. You going to be all right to climb out?”

  A slight nod and a squeeze of the hand later and she released him. “Yes, but only if you go out there first. I don’t want to be the first person to greet an isolated society.”

  “Sweetheart, I just hope this is one of the islands that has an actual society,” he answered.

  Chapter Three

  Vaclar was pretty darned proud of himself. He’d managed to get one couple onto the island before giving into temptation and running toward the beckoning thighs of the daughters of Talisgon. Luckily, the two he’d found were already together. A slight rerouting of a plane and smash, they were crash-landed safely on his island paradise. Now all they had to do was have sex, fall in love, and get mated—simple as that.


  Finding suitable matches was harder work than he’d first thought. First, he’d been forced to call in a favor from the god of thunder. Vaclar always knew those pictures taken back in Paris during the early 1900’s would come in handy. The god of thunder could hardly refuse the request to help him whip up a little storm action in the Bahamas near where Vaclar’s private island was hidden. The region had a gazillion islands. No one noticed when an enchanted one popped up from the ocean over night.

  Getting to the roster of those couples destined to meet on future Pleasure Cruises proved to be easy enough. It didn’t hurt that he had inside knowledge of where Bogdan had hid rather risqué naked sketches of Venus inside a few of the archived scrolls. It wasn’t as if everyone and their brother didn’t own a version of her naked in some form, but Bogdan prided himself on exemplary behavior. Storing scrolled pornographic material wasn’t seen as career-enhancing by any means. Vaclar merely hinted at the hidden god porn and Bogdan turned several shades of red, walking away to leave Vaclar enough time to sneak a peek at the Pleasure Cruises’ future roster.

  He’d stolen the first couple’s names before Bogdan returned, interrupting his search because the Powers That Be wanted to see the roster scroll. Rotten timing, that. Admittedly, Vaclar shouldn’t have been “borrowing”, but really he didn’t have time to scan the world for matched pairs. The Powers That Be had done the footwork and Vaclar would take care of the rest, pleading innocence if anyone asked why his couples were also on the list. As soon as the scrolls were back, he’d get his next couple.

  But since the scrolls and Bogdan were otherwise indisposed, Vaclar had no reason not to give in to temptation and run toward the beckoning thighs of the daughters of Talisgon. Vaclar shucked out of his jeans without touching them, using a bit of his new power allotment to make them fall at the side of the bathing pool. Seven young, naked daughters of Talisgon stared up at him with mischief in their eyes. “Now, ladies. There is only one of me.”

  He thought about cloning himself so he could fuck them all at once but quickly dismissed the idea. Such a feat would use up another year’s worth of rations.

  “Then hurry up and get in before our father finds out we’re here,” one of them said, her fiery red hair piled high upon her head. Her breasts bobbed on top of the water as she made her way over to him. Vaclar had never bothered to learn their names. He only wanted one thing from them and they from him. It wasn’t the first time they’d played the dangerous game of sneaking sex in before their father could find out. It wouldn’t be the last either. Not if Vaclar had anything to say on the matter.

  He smiled as he tossed his shirt aside and dove into the bathing pool. A virtual sea of breasts, ranging in sizes from the delectably small to the fuckably large, surrounded him. Coming up next to the buxom redhead, he yanked her to him. She giggled and thrust her chest upward. Her nipples were long and pebbled.

  “Mmm, how about I start with you?” he murmured, kissing the mounds of her breasts as he palmed them.

  “Oh, how come she always gets to go first?” a slender blonde pouted.

  “Don’t worry, dear heart, I’ll have plenty left for you. Why don’t you make sure my spot is nice and warm? You know I don’t like to have to wait.”

  The blonde giggled and he saw her hand between her thighs, warming her pussy for him.

  Vaclar turned back to the redhead’s breasts. They were soft, warm and welcoming, as he already knew her pussy would be. “I’ll play with these in a minute. First things first.” He slipped a hand between her legs and eased his fingers through her thatch of hair, finding the spot he wanted to meet. Her cunt was hot and slick.

  “I see you’re ready for me.”

  She giggled once more, reaching between them and taking hold of his cock. It jerked in response and she squeezed it hard. “You know I am. I’m always ready for you.”

  Without hesitation, Vaclar lifted her, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist before surging into her in one long stroke. She cried out, tipped her head back, and rode him just the way he liked it. She felt good but he knew from experience one woman wasn’t enough to make him come. It normally took at least three of the sisters before he was ready to spill his seed. It was a side effect of being immortal and living as long as he had. Having bedded so many women over the centuries, he’d built his stamina to the point it took many females to satisfy him.

  The redhead currently riding him changed her motions, swirling her hips and leaving his cock head rubbing against her sweet spot. She clawed at his shoulders, her breasts bouncing in his face.

  Vaclar bit one gently, taking hold of her hips and driving her up and down on his shaft. He wanted to come but he couldn’t. He wasn’t even close. She was, though. He felt her pussy tightening around his cock as she screamed his name. The sound echoed off the walls of the bathing pool house and he silently prayed her father wasn’t around. Talisgon had a hell of a temper and was incredibly accurate when he threw a fireball. Vaclar still had a scar from the last go round.

  The woman shook in his arms and Vaclar eased her off his cock. She whimpered, wanting to go again, but he eyed her sister—the pretty little blonde waiting for him. Her full lips lifted at his attention.

  “Come here,” he ordered.

  The blonde nodded eagerly.

  Vaclar slid a hand behind her neck and tugged her closer to him. “You’re the one who is part mergoddess and can hold her breath for a remarkably long time, right?”

  Again, she nodded.

  “Good.” Vaclar licked his lips. His cock was still hard and release seemed so far way. “Then suck me while you make yourself come.”

  Excited to please, the woman dunked below water and took hold of his cock. She put her lips over him and thrust her mouth on him, taking him deep. Lacing his fingers through her hair, he choreographed her movements.

  Vaclar motioned to another of the sisters. “You, with the black hair. Come here.”

  The woman came quickly. “Yes, Vaclar?”

  “Float atop the water.”

  A knowing smile came over her face, having played this game with him before. She did as instructed, floating atop the water, above the blonde who was still sucking his cock. The newest addition was spread out before Vaclar, her pussy there for the taking.

  He bent his head and parted her folds, eyeing the prize. His tongue slid out and over her clit. She tasted good, like berries and cream. The women had different mothers and this one’s was a nature goddess. Vaclar eased his tongue around her swollen bud, teasing it, watching as her lower stomach tightened with each swipe.

  Her gaze met his. “Please.”

  With deliberate slowness, he spread her folds, licking along the edges of her slit. When she whimpered, he smiled into her pussy, rubbing his face in her cream. Her sister, the blonde, came up for air and then returned to her task of sucking his cock.

  Warm water surrounded him, lapping up against his chin as he sucked and bit at the dark-haired temptress floating before him. Her dusky nipples caught his eye as he looked up her body. The hard buds poked from beneath the surface, reminding him of two tiny islands. The thought of islands reminded him of how much trouble he was in and he found his lips faltering ever so slightly in their calculated purpose.

  The sound of splashing tried to penetrate his senses, but he ignored it. An extra pair of hands slid along his ass, teasing him from behind. The dark-haired woman came against his mouth, flooding his lips with her delicious cream. Her body floated beneath the surface and the blonde slipped off his cock, gasping as she came up for air.

  Vaclar instantly turned to the woman who stroked his ass. The pixyish brunette smiled playfully. He’d always thought this sister looked like she was half elf, but Talisgon denied it vehemently.

  Knowing her pussy would be tight, he moaned before even drawing her legs up and around his hips. The intimate squeeze of her around his cock caused him to grunt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few of the already pleasured s
isters getting out of the pool. He watched their glistening bodies as beads of water trailed down over their supple flesh. The pixie’s tight fit caused his balls to spasm. Release was closer now. He felt it pulling at his balls, swelling them even as they ached. A hand cupped his sac from behind as he pumped. The caress caused him to fuck harder. The pixie cried out, coming faster than he’d hoped, and soon she was sliding off his cock and making her sated way toward the edge of the pool.

  “My turn,” the woman cupping his balls said. Her short hair clung to her temples in dark waves. Large, almond-shaped eyes shone from her warm brown skin. “How do you want me?”

  “On my cock,” Vaclar said without pause. “Hold onto the pool’s edge.”

  She turned her back to him, grabbing hold of the ledge. Her legs lifted nearly parallel to his body. Spreading her legs wide, he entered her pussy from behind. He gripped her taut flesh, holding her open. The position would have been awkward for most, but this one was flexible and strong. He pumped fast and hard until the muscles in his stomach ached.

  The almond-eyed goddess came with a cry. Vaclar didn’t want to stop, but she was spent. Lucky for him there were two left waiting.

  “I was worried you wouldn’t last long enough to get to me,” a blonde with long curly hair said. Her voice carried with it a natural poutiness that drove all men wild.

  “My cock is always ready for you,” Vaclar answered. He grabbed her and shoved her against the bathing pool wall. The end was close. He felt it, though pride made him hold the climax at bay. He wanted to fuck all seven, prove to himself he could make them all come. With that goal in mind, he licked at her chest, pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. Reaching behind her, he slipped a finger into her ass, wiggling it around. She gasped, bucking hard against him, riding both his cock and his probing finger.

  “Ah,” she cried. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Give it to me. Make me come!”