I sat on my throne, which used to be Tessa's, and waited. I thought back on the last week or so, after the Festival of the Queens... I had announced myself king of the island, and none of the girls stood in my way. In fact, quite the opposite. Almost all of them clamored to attend to me, but I chose the ones that had stuck with me for a while: Tessa, Becky, Rachel and Jessica. These were the ones closest to me, the ones I trusted the most. So what if I had a harem, no, a whole island filled with girls? The ones that I truly yearned for, that I missed when they were gone, were those four...

Tessa, with her pouty face, and the way her Asian eyes would glint when she smiled...

Becky, the saucy and loud redhead, a voraciously good lover...

Rachel, the shy brown-haired girl, addicted to bondage and punishment, but loving nonetheless...

Jessica, the strong, silent Eurasian girl, protecting me above all else, and dependant on me...

And, unfortunately, all were gone at the moment. Tessa had matters to attend to with the other queens, something about housing and food. Becky was off to do things with her witch sister.

Rachel was with Lisa, although I had done away with the advisor system. Jessica was spending some time with her lover, Cassie, on some remote lagoon on the island. I wished them the best.

But I was all alone. I needed something new. The girls mentioned before all knew how to please me, what to do. Admittedly, I could have just walked out and picked out the first girl who caught my eye, and that would have been it. After a while, however, you notice that they all start to feel the same. Sure, their faces, bodies, everything else differs. But when you enter them, and the pleasure courses through you, you realize that you could have been fucking any other girl and you would have felt the exact same way. Only the very familiar or the extremely new had any true effect on me.

I was in luck. Just as I was contemplating using my hand, just to get a change of feeling, two guards barged in. They wore and carried absolutely nothing, as I had banished weapons from the island. In between them, much like the way I had first entered this palace, they held a girl.

The girl's long, somewhat wavy brown hair was soaked, as was her clothing. I noticed, with a jump, that her clothing triggered a memory. Her shirt was white, and, because it was wet, I could see her flat breasts, with their pert nipples. She wore...they were called jeans, as I remember. They were cut very, very short, almost to the point of being denim panties. The way she was held made it so that I could see down the front of her jeans, to her little pink panties.

I realized that my cock was rock hard. Finally, something new! But I would have to be careful. This first encounter with a new girl would set a precedent for others.

"Leave." I ordered the guards. I wanted to deal with this new girl alone. They left obediently, dropping the girl gently to the floor. I could tell she was alive, because she glared at me through lidded eyes, but she was exhausted as well. I could easily have taken her.

Instead, I knelt down by her head. "What's your name?"

"E-e-emma" she stuttered, surprised. By what, I didn't know.

I stroked her hair, which must have relaxed her, for she loosened up a bit. "Well, Emma, you're safe here, from wherever you came from. We will take care of you, you will have anything you want or need."

"O...Ok." She looked at me warily, as if afraid I was going to say "Just kidding!"

I sighed. Clearly, this girl wasn't going to open up to me readily, and I felt sad that I could not experience a new thing today. However, something hit me, something so unthinkable, I was sure it was the Goddess.

I reached toward Emma and put my hand on her head. Then, closing my eyes, I entered her mind.

Human's minds are confusing things. Should you ever get the chance to enter one, do not. I hardly remember what Emma's was like, but it was turmoil, pure chaos, and only she could organize it. I was almost powerless. Almost.

Somehow, I wrestled my way through the raging sea of memories, feelings, thoughts. I reach something that I could touch, could mold, could master. And I did.

When we broke the connection, and I opened my eyes, she looked at me differently. Instead of the cautious hope that she had before, it was now lust tempered with caution. I kissed her, feeling this was the right thing to do. Our tongues did not touch at all, but it was a lustful kiss nonetheless, and my cock grew harder.

Emma stood up. She attempted a sexual and provocative striptease, but, with her immature body and wet clothing, it ended up on the border between cute and funny. I was still turned on.

She first attempted to remove her shirt, her wet, white, t-shirt. She rotated her hips in a circle and licked her lips as she did so, making it crystal clear what she wanted to do.

Unfortunately, wet t-shirts aren't the easiest to remove, and, when it was over her eyes, it got stuck. Emma now looked ridiculous, t-shirt half off, so that I could see up to her nipples but no more. She tried correcting it, but ended up nearly stumbling into me. I pushed her back using her breasts, and helped her tug the shirt off.

Emma brushed herself and attempted to look haughty, as if that was what she had been aiming for in the beginning. She began the next part, inching the tight, tight jeans down her legs.

Again, they got stuck, this time at the ankles. She was better this time, kicking them off in a funny little dance, ignoring the fact that her scant underwear sometimes dropped to reveal her pussy. When she did kick them off, they flew into my face with a painful smack.

I removed them to see her horrified face. I laughed quite hard, both from her antics and from her expression, and she relaxed. Finally, the panties.

Deciding to be simple, Emma tried to simply drop them down. Again, things did not go as expected. They were very loose, but also thin, and she ended up ripping them off.

Then she came to me, and, without words, we fucked.

I was sitting and she was standing, and she was new to this, so we mutually mentally agreed on letting her sit on me first. Emma was shivering, and I was pretty sure it was not from the cold. Her hands were shaking so hard, her first few attempts to guide my cock in missed, and slid along her warm, wet thighs. The second-to-last nearly went up her ass, but it was too tight.

Finally, I entered her. She slowly pushed me to violate her, dropping down centimeter after tortuous centimeter. She finally reached the base, and was nearly crying with pain and pleasure. Wanting to make the pleasure more than the pain, I took my hand and "diddled" her prominent clitoris.

She shot up and off my cock, ignoring the reluctant "pop" it made when it came out. Her legs shuddered and she shot a weak stream of girl cum out onto my cock and stomach before collapsing on top of me. I caught her, and kissed her. "Emma?" I wondered.

Emma's head came up, as did her eyes. They met mine, and we exchanged unspoken thoughts. She got up again, and, this time, took a position with her head on the ground, her ass in the air, and her hands opening her pussy wide.

I took full advantage, mounting her and riding her way harder than I should have. But she was just too good, too new. She was...different. She smelt different, looked different, talked different, felt different. We exchanged kisses and spit as we fucked, lost in a typhoon of lust.

I rode her harder and longer then I should have, and, later, when we inspected her vagina, we found it red and inflamed. But neither of us complained now. We fucked hard, and each thrust I made was punctuated by a cry from her, a cry that promised much, much more.

All good things must come to an end. I felt pressure beginning to build, even as I felt her wet pussy tighten around my cock, her body beneath my fingers. We came at the same time, me, shooting my load deep inside her, her, blasting as much girl cum as she could out from the little gaps my cock didn't fully plug. Emma collapsed off my cock, onto her back, her still-wet hair spreading out behind her.

On impulse, I leaned down to her pussy, and, even though it was still leaking my cum and hers, kissed her clit, nibbling it a little. The effect was immediate. Her toes curled, legs stretched, and stomach tensed as she came in the afterglow of her first orgasm. It was glorious to watch, and I kissed her as her features returned to normal. I could have stayed there forever, a blanket covering her beautiful, fragile self, had I not heard a voice from the doorway.

Becky stood in the doorway, her red hair cascading around her shoulders. She winked one of her impossibly green eyes to show that she was joking. "Well, look at what we have here. It was very impolite of you not to wait til I got back, at least, what with me helping you so much in the past..."