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Rahiti moaned and lifted his hips by digging his heels into the sand.
Risking a glance at his friend’s face, Moana moaned as well. The mighty warrior’s expression was one of pure bliss, his lips parted, his eyes closed tightly. How he’d love to see the expression in those eyes when he came. Thinking of it drove his own arousal to a fever pitch. The sight of Rahiti’s face combined with the aggressive stroking on his cock sent Moana over the cliff’s edge. Tightening his mouth on Rahiti’s shaft, sucking hard, he came, shuddering, and plunged his wet finger deep into Rahiti’s ass.
With a shout like a war cry, Rahiti stiffened at the peak of a thrust, and his cum flooded Moana’s throat. His body clenched around Moana’s inserted finger on every spurt. Riding the crest of his climax, Moana did his best to catch and swallow every last drop of his friend’s seed. Finally, Rahiti collapsed in a boneless sprawl, and Moana let his softening cock slip from his mouth.
He backhanded a drip of semen from his lips and grinned down at his spent friend. “If we make love to Lyric as we just did, she will be ours forever.”
Rahiti turned toward him slowly as if his head was as heavy as one of the great boulders on the mountains. He didn’t smile back but splayed his hand over Moana’s heart. “I am yours forever.”
That was not what Moana had expected. He almost didn’t know how to respond. Emotion—love—for Rahiti, his ancient enemy, spread through him in tingling waves. He clasped the hand over his heart and held it to him. “Even if this is our final moment as men,” he said, “I will always cherish every day that we had together. Now more than ever.”
Rahiti grunted sleepily and pulled Moana down next to him on the sand. Moana laid his head on the great, broad chest, slung his arm across Rahiti’s middle, and closed his eyes. The waves whispered rhythmically onto the beach, and a sultry breeze caressed their lax bodies. The only thing that would make this more perfect would be if Lyric was here with them. Beneath his ear, like a drum, pounded Rahiti’s heart. His human heart.
Moana prayed to Kanaloa, wherever he was, that this would last.
Chapter Five
What, exactly, was she going to tell Henri anyhow? “Remember those two dolphins you were telling me about? Well, guess what—they’re sitting on my couch right now!” Stomping down the narrow path through the underbrush, Lyric shook her head. Or how about, “Those dolphins who protected the island? They might need replacing.” She whapped a low-hanging frond out of her way and frowned. Better yet, the twenty-thousand-dollar question: “Hey, Henri, is it safe to fuck dolphins?”
After half an hour of walking, she should be close to Henri and Maria’s little white-washed house. She’d been on this trail only once before, and then it was in Henri’s golf cart as he brought her from the dock to the hut, but the path should have been perfectly straight. Yet, instead of leading her to the north beach, this way seemed to be leading her deeper into the island’s core. Slowing to get her bearings as well as to gather her thoughts, Lyric stood for a moment. Around her, the vegetation grew thick and wild. Overhead, layered palm branches blocked out much of the sun. The air was still. Exotic birds whistled and shrieked.
A shiver ran over her, and she rubbed her arms. Okay, so only she could manage to get lost on a straight path with no turnoffs. There weren’t any wild animals on the island, right? Maybe this led to the other side where there were more tourists. That wouldn’t be so bad. Somehow she’d find her way back.
She walked on until the undergrowth got so heavy it was scratching at her legs and the narrow dirt road that had been so clear moments before disappeared. She went to turn back, and it had disappeared entirely. “Oh crap.”
Instead of the trail, she stood in a clearing, as if the jungle was transforming even as she turned in
Risking a glance at his friend’s face, Moana moaned as well. The mighty warrior’s expression was one of pure bliss, his lips parted, his eyes closed tightly. How he’d love to see the expression in those eyes when he came. Thinking of it drove his own arousal to a fever pitch. The sight of Rahiti’s face combined with the aggressive stroking on his cock sent Moana over the cliff’s edge. Tightening his mouth on Rahiti’s shaft, sucking hard, he came, shuddering, and plunged his wet finger deep into Rahiti’s ass.
With a shout like a war cry, Rahiti stiffened at the peak of a thrust, and his cum flooded Moana’s throat. His body clenched around Moana’s inserted finger on every spurt. Riding the crest of his climax, Moana did his best to catch and swallow every last drop of his friend’s seed. Finally, Rahiti collapsed in a boneless sprawl, and Moana let his softening cock slip from his mouth.
He backhanded a drip of semen from his lips and grinned down at his spent friend. “If we make love to Lyric as we just did, she will be ours forever.”
Rahiti turned toward him slowly as if his head was as heavy as one of the great boulders on the mountains. He didn’t smile back but splayed his hand over Moana’s heart. “I am yours forever.”
That was not what Moana had expected. He almost didn’t know how to respond. Emotion—love—for Rahiti, his ancient enemy, spread through him in tingling waves. He clasped the hand over his heart and held it to him. “Even if this is our final moment as men,” he said, “I will always cherish every day that we had together. Now more than ever.”
Rahiti grunted sleepily and pulled Moana down next to him on the sand. Moana laid his head on the great, broad chest, slung his arm across Rahiti’s middle, and closed his eyes. The waves whispered rhythmically onto the beach, and a sultry breeze caressed their lax bodies. The only thing that would make this more perfect would be if Lyric was here with them. Beneath his ear, like a drum, pounded Rahiti’s heart. His human heart.
Moana prayed to Kanaloa, wherever he was, that this would last.
Chapter Five
What, exactly, was she going to tell Henri anyhow? “Remember those two dolphins you were telling me about? Well, guess what—they’re sitting on my couch right now!” Stomping down the narrow path through the underbrush, Lyric shook her head. Or how about, “Those dolphins who protected the island? They might need replacing.” She whapped a low-hanging frond out of her way and frowned. Better yet, the twenty-thousand-dollar question: “Hey, Henri, is it safe to fuck dolphins?”
After half an hour of walking, she should be close to Henri and Maria’s little white-washed house. She’d been on this trail only once before, and then it was in Henri’s golf cart as he brought her from the dock to the hut, but the path should have been perfectly straight. Yet, instead of leading her to the north beach, this way seemed to be leading her deeper into the island’s core. Slowing to get her bearings as well as to gather her thoughts, Lyric stood for a moment. Around her, the vegetation grew thick and wild. Overhead, layered palm branches blocked out much of the sun. The air was still. Exotic birds whistled and shrieked.
A shiver ran over her, and she rubbed her arms. Okay, so only she could manage to get lost on a straight path with no turnoffs. There weren’t any wild animals on the island, right? Maybe this led to the other side where there were more tourists. That wouldn’t be so bad. Somehow she’d find her way back.
She walked on until the undergrowth got so heavy it was scratching at her legs and the narrow dirt road that had been so clear moments before disappeared. She went to turn back, and it had disappeared entirely. “Oh crap.”
Instead of the trail, she stood in a clearing, as if the jungle was transforming even as she turned in
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