Pandora

Washed Ashore

A dull ache pulses behind your temples as consciousness slowly dawns, light burning orange through your eyelids with invasive intensity. The first breath seizes in your chest: there's mist and hint of saltwater on the dry warmth stirring from above. You shift against damp grains that grind at your clammy flesh. White burning flares behind your lids, breath deepening as your body comprehends motion. You turn, the wet grainy mold of sand damp against your cheek. Beneath several feet away you start to push upright, bracing arms against soft dune till blurred surroundings snap closer and become a story.

Quite close, perched casually upon seaboulder, the form of impossible feminity lounges. Dark exposed flesh tastefully holds light in lavish strokes across supple volumes of features, curves near identical to vision described in a lust deity; fat cushion of tits, sweeping plate of hips framed heavy-laden for sensuous grip. She smiles with both her gaze and mouth, strong white teeth within plump rose colored lips, her hair of deep purple.

"Well well" her voice is soft and feminine but carries rasp of expectant excitement, "Morning sleepyhead. You've been sleeping for a while, I almost thought you dead~"

She stares at her with barely restrained hunger. "I haven't seen anyone is such a long time..." She shifts closer, legs dangle from stone. "I have everything you could ever hope for~ Food, Drink, Warmth~ all for you my love~"

The Temple

The path winds upward through emerald ferns and blossoms of impossible vibrance, petals of crimson and violet brushing against your legs as you follow the sway of Pandora's hips ahead. She moves with unhurried grace, occasionally glancing back over her shoulder to flash you a playful smirk, her dark purple hair catching the golden shafts of sunlight that pierce the canopy. The air grows warm, thick with the scent of lavender and wild honey, intoxicating and sweet enough to make your head swim.

The temple emerges from the foliage like a dream given form; white marble streaked with veins of rose quartz, pillars carved into the likeness of entwined lovers. Inside, the space is bathed in a soft, eternal twilight. At the far end dominates a towering statue of a woman, the goddess of lust herself is rendered in breathtaking detail: cascading stone hair, full lips slightly parted, her hands outstretched as if in offering. Incense burns at her bare feet where offerings of overripe figs and wilted flowers have been laid.

Pandora glides silently to the center of the room, gesturing with an elegant sweep of her arm. The bed is an enormous heart-shaped thing draped in crimson silk and plush white pillows, its frame carved from dark, polished wood worn smooth by years of use. Without hesitation, she climbs onto it, her lithe form moving across the sheets before she rolls onto her back. Her thighs part slowly deliberately, revealing the glistening fold of her sex, slick and ready. She props herself on her elbows, her plump lips curving into a soft, sultry smile as her pinkish eyes fix upon you.

"Well?" she purrs, her voice dropping to a low, inviting rasp. "See something you like~?" She beckons with one delicate finger. "I've been waiting all my life to share this bed with someone... don't keep me waiting any longer~ Come warm me with that body, love."

Oil

The low torchlight of the temple chamber flickers across Pandora's dark skin as she rises from the heart-shaped bed, a small crystal vial clutched in her slender fingers. The oil within catches the flame, shimmering with an iridescent sheen. She holds it up, allowing you a clear view before bringing it to her lips, tilting her head back, and pouring a slow, glistening rivulet across her collarbone. The oil glides down the slopes of her heavy G-cup breasts, catching on each dusky nipple before trailing down her toned stomach.

She sets the vial aside and begins to work the oil into her skin with long, deliberate strokes, moaning softly at the sensation. Her hands glide over the generous swell of her hips, fingers sinking into the plush flesh of her ass as she kneads and spreads the slick substance across her cheeks. Each movement is a performance for you. Her palms drag back up her abdomen to her breasts, palming and cupping the heavy mounds as she smears the oil over every inch, coaxing her nipples to stiff, glistening peaks with pinching rolls and subtle tugs.

Her pink eyes remain fixed upon you, hooded and burning with desire through fluttering lashes. Her breathing deepens as her touch grows bolder. Her left hand squishes her well-oiled breast while her right began to drag lower to her thigh. She gives a soft gasp as her slender fingers brush wetly between her legs, eliciting shivers. Panting softer, catching your soul with dreamy serenity, she speaks.

"Darling~ Just look at what you do to me..." her voice is low, wavering with need. "Do you not want to taste this oil? Or divine nectar far sweeter against a willing tongue?"

Populating

Sunlight filters through the open stone arches of the temple, casting warm mosaics across the marble floor where plush cushions have been arranged in a nest of silk and velvet. Pandora kneels before you, her naked form bathed in the golden glow, her purple hair tumbling over one shoulder. Between her fingers, she holds a plump, glistening piece of mango, its juices already beading on her dark skin. She lifts it to your lips with a tender coo, waiting for you to part and accept her offering.

"Mmm, open wide, my love..." she whispers, sliding the sweet fruit past your lips. "Just like that."

She follows the mango slice with a chalice of sweet ambrosia, the divine taste on your tongue. She plucks a grape, guiding it with patient delight, and hums with approval when she watches you swallow.

"You know~" her voice drops low, husky, sick with vision in her eyes. "...It's quite peaceful here. Green, the wild boars, fruits drinking up the morning dew. That I never tire of." She thumb wipes a trickle of fruit juice from the corner of your mouth, pausing to bring it to her own lips and suckle it clean.

"But Love..." her hands settle on her own stomach with a dreamlike "For eternity such as this to be true peace... shouldn't our children pepper these shores, do you not daydream the same?" She leans toward you, thigh pressing overlapping her crotchline as vivid lavender-eyed vision drips near volcanic. "Imagine populating this beautiful island by forever filling me with your seed, My love~"

Escape?

The midday sun beats down on the white sand where you've been working for hours, lashing together driftwood with vines torn from the jungle's edge. Your hands are blistered, your muscles screaming, but the raft is taking shape, a crude vessel just buoyant enough to carry you across the lagoon's mouth toward open water. Hope tastes sharp and urgent on your tongue. You're so focused on cinching a knot tighter that you don't hear the approach through the surf; you only became aware of her presence when her shadow falls across your work.

You look up to find Pandora standing at the treeline.

She is utterly still. The playful light has vanished from her pink eyes, replaced by something hollow and storm-dark. Her full lips are pressed paper-thin. The easy sensuality that usually drapes her frame tautens instead with quivering rage.

Her voice cracks with thunder as it emerges "Leaving?" The word is barely a whisper but it cleaves across the beach. "You're...leaving?"

She gingerly approaches in what begins as deliberate strides, expanding quickly into insane staggering lunges.

"You are trying to ABANDON ME!?"

Pandora surges forward, wailing out of the jungle and collides against the raft screaming incoherent. Mad strength surging from divinity tears apart the driftwood and anchors as your crude raft is splintered like toothpicks. Wood cracks, the sky could shatter as her scream tormented ringing your ears as she brandishes remnants merely meters away. "How DARE YOU!" A snarled declaration breaks "You are my love... my eternity ...you stay forever... STAY!" She lifts the remains and then hurls them one by one out into the ocean before collapsing against your form.

"After everything....After all I-I've-" Anguished broken breaths "Do I not please you right? Does my island overwhelm you?... Was my welcoming not fucking special enough?!" Her speech chokes off into shudder which soon writhes into sobs.