Survival Island: Last Man Standing

by Anya Merchant

  Amy shifted onto her knees in front of him, making eye contact as she pushed her tongue out gingerly, as if taking the first lick of an ice cream cone. Her tongue was hot and wet and magnificent against the sensitive head of his cock. Cyrus leaned his head back and let himself enjoy it.

  She licked and then kissed, sucking with gentle, almost loving ease. It was more than just a blowjob, a simple sexual expression of her passion. Cyrus felt as though everything she’d said about the island and what it could be for them was being affirmed with each movement of her mouth. They didn’t have to suffer. If they wanted to, they could just live.

  Each time Amy bobbed her head forward, she brought her mouth down a bit further, her tongue working in tandem with her lips and cheeks to give him all the pleasure she could. She was so young and so beautiful, and he’d spent so much time thinking that she’d always be at a distance.

  Her eyes flicked up to his again, full of eagerness and a desire to please. Cyrus slipped his hand along her cheek and urged her onward. Amy sucked with gentle precision. She seemed to know what she was doing, but went slow and cautiously with it, as though she wanted to draw it out for as long as she could.

  Did they make her do this at the strip club? How many nights was she in the backroom, on her knees in front of the rich patrons there?

  The thought was dark and insidious, and he pushed it away as quickly as he could. Amy had turned her mouth to the side and was sliding her lips up and down his shaft, her technique going far beyond what any sweet virgin would be able to work out on their own. Cyrus frowned, reminding himself that they were on the island, now. Nothing from before mattered, not while they were so far from home.

  She returned to sucking, wrapping her lips around his cock with an obscenely tight and perfect seal. Amy had perfect lips for sucking dick, and Cyrus remembered how the jocks used to joke about it in the men’s locker room. She’d never given any of them the time of day, and now here she was, giving him so much more.

  “Amy,” he breathed. She increased her pace, the corners of her mouth turning up slightly into the tiniest smile she could manage with his cock still in her mouth.

  Cyrus ran a hand through her hair and lounged in the sensation. She was doing it for him, to show him how she felt. It was as though Amy, still insecure and broken from the shit she’d been through back home, could only express herself through this, through what she’d previously been forced into, against her will.

  She sucked faster, and faster. Cyrus wanted more, but he knew that trying to fuck her, right there and then, would risk waking up Kyoko and Maggie.

  Maggie… How is all of this going to work? She’s expecting me to be there for her, too…

  Amy set a hand on his thigh and rubbed back and forth as she sucked him deeper, and deeper, taking a good inch or so of his tool into her throat. Cyrus tapped her on the head in warning, but if she noticed, she made no sign of it.

  He gasped as he began to unload, blasting out his hot, sticky cum deep into her mouth and throat. A small trickle ran down Amy’s chin, but she ignored it, continuing to swallow and suck while pleasure coursed through every inch of Cyrus’s body. She didn’t stop until he’d gone soft, wiping the back of her hand against her cheek and smiling at him.

  “Amy,” he said, softly. She put a finger to his lips.

  “I know,” she said. “Let’s just go to sleep for tonight. We have so much to work out before we can really… talk.”

  Cyrus kissed her on the forehead. He let her go back to her spot around the fire, and then continued his watch for another hour before turning in, waking Kyoko to take his place.

  CHAPTER 22

  Morning felt as though it came in a hurry. Cyrus was still exhausted when he pulled himself up, and felt a little surprised by just how badly he wanted to keep sleeping on his pathetically thin, little leaf mat.

  The camp felt empty with only Maggie, Amy, and Kyoko. The four of them tried to keep each other’s spirits in check during breakfast, smiling and joking as they would have normally.

  Shadow purred up against Cyrus’s leg, and that did manage to pull a genuine smile out of him, for a second. Peter and the others who’d gone with them arrived not long after sunrise, pushing the raft through the shallows as they went.

  “Peter…” Cyrus stood up and faced his friend, ready to make one last, desperate plea. “Think about what you’re doing.”

  “Save us both the time, Cyrus,” he said. “We’re leaving. I won’t suffer this nightmare for another day.”

  Peter looked from Cyrus to Amy, and it was clear enough that he wasn’t just speaking of their stay on the island.

  “Peter, you’re my best friend…” Cyrus felt a little choked up, embarrassingly so. “Look, at least take this. It will help you if you find another island. We’re keeping our fire going, we can make do without it here, at this point.”

  Cyrus walked over to him and made to press Darius’s lighter into his hand. Peter resisted for a while, picking it up to give it an uncertain look over.

  “It’s Darius’s lighter,” said Cyrus. “The only thing of his I have left.”

  “Really, Cyrus? The last thing of Darius’s you have left?” Peter made a noise and shot an obvious look of disgust at Maggie before tossing the lighter back to him. “I thought a lot last night about whether you’re just really stupid, or entirely lacking in self-awareness. I think it’s both.”

  Cyrus glared at him.

  “Fuck you, Pete.”

  “Fuck you, Cyrus.”

  There was no play in the words, not this time. Peter walked over to the raft, which he, Aiden, and Tamyra had filled with supplies. There were dozens of coconuts, leaf bundles that Cyrus assumed were full of berries, the entire cooked panther carcass, leaf mats, and a full water barrel. They were about as ready as they’d ever be.

  Maggie, Amy, and Kyoko were tender with their goodbyes, though all three of the girls avoided saying more than passing words to Peter. Amy and Aiden took the longest to finish with each other, both of them making promises to each other and crying for Candace.

  “We’re leaving,” shouted Peter. “We need to take advantage of the light we had it.”

  Peter, Aiden, and Tamyra climbed onto the raft and began rowing with makeshift paddles. Aiden waved back to the survivors on the beach once or twice, but it only took a half hour or so for the raft to be completely out of sight.

  They’re gone, thought Cyrus. And there’s a good chance we’ll never see any of them again.

  Maggie, Amy, and Kyoko were all waiting around the burned out campfire in silence. Cyrus slipped his lighter back into the safety of the bottom pocket of his cargo pants and turned to look at the group, knowing that it was all up to him now.

  “We’re still here,” he said. “But that’s not a bad thing. This isn’t a bad place for us to be, even with the panthers, even with the… volcano. It’s not so bad.”

  Shadow walked over to him and nuzzled his ankle again as though to offer support to his point. Cyrus smiled at the cat, amused by how affectionate it was acting.

  “We just need to focus on comfortable survival,” said Cyrus. “I don’t mean just scraping by. I think we need to aim higher, to build a better shelter, to find better food to eat. We can also think of reasonable ways to contact the outside world. Rock signs, messages in a bottle if it comes to it.”

  Cyrus looked each of the women in the eyes individual, doing his best to not let his baser emotions make a big deal over how pretty each of them was.

  And it’s just me on the island now! Ugh, I probably shouldn’t think like that.

  “Let’s keep moving forward,” said Cyrus. “Let’s make things better.”

  Maggie grinned at him.

  “I’m with you,” she said. “I’m going to spend today gathering more kale, and seeing if I can get started farming some of it. Just in case this ends up being an extended stay.”

  “Perfect,” said Cyrus. Amy stepped in a little closer from the side.<
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  “I’m going to try fishing,” she said. “I used to do it all the time with my dad as a kid. I think I can figure it out, even with just the natural stuff we have on hand.”

  Cyrus nodded.

  “Hmm…” Kyoko shrugged and looked at the remains of the fire. “Well, one of us is going to have to work on the camp, unless we all want to continue sleeping out in the open on leaves.”

  “I don’t mind lending my help if you need it,” said Cyrus. “We all can.”

  “It’s fine.” She smiled, and Cyrus got a better sense of just how pretty she was, older than him but still a young woman. “I do kind of enjoy it. Just wish I had better materials to work with.”

  Cyrus chewed his lip as he thought about what he’d spend the day doing. He was still concerned about the other panthers, and now with just the four of them, a repeat of what happened to Candace would be a crippling blow.

  “I’m going to be on guard duty,” he said. “I’ll patrol the jungle for the cats, and make sure we’re safe.”

  “If it’s just you, it’s not going to be much of a patrol,” said Amy.

  Cyrus smiled.

  “It won’t be just me.” He bent over and scratched Shadow’s ear. “And who knows? We might be able to work something out with them.”

  The four of them ate a quick breakfast of coconut and berries, both of which Cyrus was starting to get a little tired of. At his insistence, Amy and Maggie grudgingly set out together to work on their respective tasks, sticking to the buddy system for safety.

  Cyrus hung out on the beach for a bit, offering a hand to Kyoko as she collected wood to build the fence up higher. She was quiet, and he began to realize that he hadn’t taken much notice of her in their time on the island.

  “It will take some time, but what I’d love to eventually do is build up a small hut in the center of the fence,” said Kyoko. “A place that actually feels like home.”

  She’d taken to wearing her slim baby blue blouse with the top few buttons undone in the past few days, exposing the edge of the fabric of her bra, along with the cleavage of her small breasts. Cyrus hadn’t thought much of it, but now, with only four of them left, it was hard for him to not see all of her, including the small details.

  “Home,” he said, echoing her sentiment. “It feels like we’re getting further away from it by the day, even though we’re stuck in one place.”

  “Maybe,” said Kyoko. “You were in… high school back in Weston, right?”

  Cyrus nodded.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Well, I’d just graduated. What about you? College?”

  Kyoko shook her head and flashed a smile.

  “Do I look that young to you?” she said. “No, I got my bachelor’s a little over a year ago. I’d just been hired by your old school as a substitute teacher.”

  “Oh.” Cyrus crouched low to lift up a larger log, relying on his legs, rather than his back to move it onto the fence. “That sounds like fun.”

  “Well, it’s interesting,” said Kyoko. “The school was conflicted about hiring another young, female teacher. They thought it might end up causing friction with some of the more outgoing older male students, if you know what I mean.”

  “Uh…” Cyrus feigned nonchalance with a shrug. “I think so?”

  “You know, I was friends with Amy’s sister, Lana,” said Kyoko. “Best friends, in fact.”

  The branch Cyrus had been working into the fence fell out of his grasp. He cleared his throat and bent down to pick it up, trying to hide his face and the telling expression on it until he had time to recover.

  “Really?” he said. “I… didn’t know that. I was friends with Amy, but I didn’t really, uh, know her sister that well.”

  “She was your homeroom teacher, wasn’t she?” asked Kyoko.

  She knows. There’s no other reason why she’d press me like this.

  Cyrus stood back up and met Kyoko’s eye, feeling a little intimidated by the wicked smile she had on her face. He scratched his head and ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide how to proceed.

  “Yeah, she was,” said Cyrus. “I totally forgot about that, haha.”

  “Enough, Cyrus,” said Kyoko. “We shared everything with each other, in great detail. She told me all about the ‘after school tutoring’ she gave you.”

  Cyrus winced and crossed his arms, staring down at the sand.

  “Can this stay between the two of us?” he asked. “Amy doesn’t know, and it would tear her apart to find out.”

  Kyoko took a step closer to him, looking in either direction down the beach to make sure that they’re alone. She was an attractive woman, with pretty lips and eyes and a face with a certain exotic, eternal beauty to it.

  “I won’t tell her,” said Kyoko. “But you’ll have to do favors for me if you want to keep it that way.”

  “Are you serious?” Cyrus scowled and waved a hand in the air. “We’re stranded on a deserted island? What could I possibly do for you here?”

  “You’re the only guy here,” said Kyoko. “Everyone has needs, Cyrus.”

  He just stared at her, unable to summon an appropriate response.

  “Don’t look at me like that.” Kyoko reached out a finger and poked him in the cheek. “I’m just saying… I would like it if my time here could be fun and exciting, too. And it’s pretty clear from how close you’ve gotten with Amy and Maggie that I needed some way of securing your attention.”

  “You could have just tried flirting,” said Cyrus.

  Kyoko laughed.

  “See?” she said, leaning in a little closer. “This will be fun!”

  CHAPTER 23

  Despite his frustration over what essentially amounted to blackmail, Cyrus found Kyoko’s playful attitude to be borderline infectious. She let the subject drop after she’d finished her power play, and for a minute, the two went back to working on the fence and sprucing up the campsite, the air hanging over them practically crackling with sexual tension.

  “Can you help me lift this log up?” asked Kyoko.

  “Which one? This one?”

  Kyoko bent forward slowly, pushing her small butt outward and nodding to the log she had her hands on.

  “No, this one,” she said. “Just get right behind me and put your strength into it.”

  Cyrus moved in close behind her, letting his crotch grind into her backside. Kyoko arched her back slightly and put a hand on his thigh.

  “Good,” she said. “You’re going to have to lift hard.”

  “I can lift hard,” said Cyrus. “Harder than I think you’d expect.”

  He let his hands slide across her stomach, squeezing her against him with deliberate force. He was a little angry at the way she’d played him, but then again, she’d also given him an outlet for it in what she offered. He could let it all out on her, and she seemed more than willing to take it.

  “Just put it in place, Cyrus,” whispered Kyoko. “If you think you can get it there.”

  Cyrus pushed her forward so that she had to put her hands on the fence to stay standing. He let his fingers close around her hips and ground his quickly hardening cock into her butt, feeling Kyoko’s movements as she grew excited, her breathing intensifying.

  “Cyrus?”

  Maggie’s voice came from the tree line, the equivalent of having a bucket of cold water poured on their foreplay. Cyrus drew back and started picking up a log. He glanced at Kyoko, frowning as he saw how deeply she was blushing.

  She’s going to give us away, he thought. The fact that it was her idea only makes it worse.

  “Hey, Maggie,” he called. “What’s up?”

  “I need some help planting… kale.” Maggie froze she stepped out on the beach, looking back and forth between him and Kyoko. “Is everything okay?”

  Cyrus shrugged.

  “Fine,” he said.

  “Yeah… just, uh, fine,” offered Kyoko.

  Maggie didn’t seem convinced, and she favored Cyrus with a long a fro
wn.

  “Did he do something weird, Kyoko?”

  “No!” Kyoko was blushing so deeply now that Cyrus felt embarrassed to just be looking at her. He stood up and started walking toward Maggie, intent on at the least, extricating himself from the situation.

  “So wait, you left Amy on her own?” he asked, deflecting the best he could.

  Maggie rolled her eyes.

  “Cyrus, it’s fine,” she said. “Those panthers don’t seem to be active during the day. And she’s on the beach on the island’s far side, anyway. She’ll be able to see them coming if they do try something.”

  Shadow, who’d spent the last few minutes focused on the scraps of fish left after Amy had taken the useful material for bait, made his way over to them. He began walking circles around their feet, curling his tail as he nuzzled his whiskers and face into them affectionately.

  “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said. “But I’m going to bring my club and do a quick patrol after helping you out, just in case.”

  “Are you going to be okay here alone, Kyoko?” asked Maggie.

  Kyoko nodded. She’d regained a bit of her composure, and smiled in a way that Maggie and Cyrus both perceived differently.

  She’s serious about what she said, he thought. This isn’t over.

  Cyrus walked with Maggie into the jungle, down what was quickly becoming a direct trail up to the lake. There was something deeply heartening about that, as though they’d started molding parts of the island to suit them better.

  The two of them stopped for a drink at the lake, and then Maggie led him in a direction he hadn’t been in before. After another minutes of pushing through foliage and jungle vegetation, they exited out onto a small patch of green, fertile land, flanked on three sides by jungle and one by beach.

  “And here we are,” said Maggie.

  “Interesting…” Cyrus smiled at her. “I was under the impression that the entire island was just jungle, sand, and rock.”