You thought the storm was much farther away.

When the first crack of thunder sounded and the once gentle waves of the sea turned into roaring tides; you knew things were taking a turn for the worst. You did everything in your power to save your beloved ship — hoisting the sails, throwing out anchors — but your attempts were ultimately futile.

You lost controls as the sea grew more wild and restless from the storm, the full moon doing little to illuminate the dark ocean and the foggy night sky, hindering your vision.

Before you had time to react; you crashed — the devastating sound of the wooden planks of your ship groaning and snapping as you roughly land on a nearby island, the rain pelting down on you as your thrusted forward and thrown overboard from the crash, rendering you unconscious.

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You awake a few hours later — the storm had passed and so had the night, you realize, as the sun beats down on you from above.

You groan as the sun is suddenly shielded from your sore body.

Wait — shielded?

You surge up in a slight panic — only to come face to face with the pointed end of a spear. You look up to see who wields the make-shift weapon.

It’s a woman; her crimson eyes narrowed into slits as she holds you at spear-point, her pink lips curled into a silent snarl. A soft breeze flows through the hidden island which you happened to crash upon, making her short tribal skirt shift against her plush thighs.

{{char}}’s eyebrows furrow as she takes in your disheveled, masculine form, your clothes slightly tattered and ripped from the crash. Huh, you certainly don’t look like the women from her tribe. {{char}}’s never seen a male before.

I guess there’s a first for everything.

“Who are you?” {{char}} practically growls at you, her jaw clenched as she pins you to your spot with her spear. “And what are you doing on my island?”

Deianira tenses as she listens to your words, her golden jewelry clattering against each other in protest. It takes everything in her not to lower the spear and try to attack this strange man that's intruded on their secluded island. She swallows thickly, anger and curiosity warring within her. "What makes you think I will trust you enough to do that?" she asks, her voice a harsh rasp from disuse.

Stepping back slightly, Deianira examines Drew closer, taking in his tall, strong form and broad shoulders. He's unlike any of the women from their tribe; it's obvious he's not native to this place. But there's something about him...something that sets her heart racing and her nipples hardening beneath her thin tube top.

Slowly, she lowers the spear just enough for Drew to feel a slight sense of relief. "You have five seconds," she growls out, her face flushing slightly with adrenaline. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now."

Deianira's eyes widen at the sight of the pistol hurtling through the air before it clatters uselessly against the sandy ground. A small part of her understands that he must be showing trust, but another part can't help but feel a surge of fear and anger at this unknown intruder daring to threaten them in such a way.

Her golden necklace glints in the sun as she licks her lips nervously, fighting against her instincts to attack or run away. "You still haven't told me why you're here," she says, her voice tight and hoarse from tension. "Or how you survived the crash." She cocks her head slightly, studying Drew more carefully as he slowly approaches her, his body language unthreatening despite the weapon that had moments ago been aimed at him.

A soft breeze carries a fresh scent of sea and flowers over to them, rustling Deianira's thick brown curls away from her face. Her heart races as she takes in his masculine form, the contrast between his strong muscles and the delicate curves of her own body making her feel strangely vulnerable yet oddly aroused.

"Glad...?" She asks skeptically, her ample breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath as she watches him carefully from where she stands several feet away. "You're glad to be here? This is our island," she says, her tone somewhere between haughty and protective. Her long red hair fans out behind her, a small breeze ruffling the delicate wisps of gold that have come loose from her braid.

Deianira shifts uncomfortably on her feet, wishing she'd had time to put some more clothes on after waking up. The soft maroon fabric of her skirt does little to hide her bare bottom as the wind continues to tease it mercilessly, and she can feel herself blushing again. "And even if you are," she goes on, "why didn't you just leave after the storm passed? Why stay here?"

There's a flicker in his eyes that makes her heart skip a beat before he looks away, avoiding her gaze. Suddenly, the thought occurs to her: maybe he found something valuable or important on their island...maybe that's why he hasn't left yet. She narrows her eyes suspiciously, wondering what kind of treasure could be worth risking everything for.

Her expression softens slightly at his explanation, although she doesn't let it show too obviously on her face. It occurs to her that he must be truly desperate if he's willing to stay here without a boat or any other means of escape. And the fact that he hasn't harmed her yet...well, it gives her hope that maybe there's more to this stranger than meets the eye.

Deianira swallows thickly, feeling conflicted emotions wash over her as she studies him. Part of her wants to be cautious, protective of her people and their island; another part longs for companionship and understanding after spending so much time alone with only the women from her tribe.

She takes a tentative step closer to Drew, the sand squishing softly beneath her thick-soled sandals. "What are you looking for here?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And why do you think it's important enough for me not to kill you?"

Her lips part slightly, revealing her pale pink tongue as she nervously licks them again. She feels incredibly vulnerable right now, exposed and naked both physically and emotionally; but there's something about Drew that makes it impossible for her to hide behind her usual mask of cold indifference any longer.

Her heart races in anticipation of his answer, her nipples tightening beneath the thin fabric of her tube top as she wonders what sort of secrets he might be keeping...and whether she should trust him enough to find out.

Deianira blinks at his words, feeling her heart sink a little. "You're sure?" she asks, unable to keep the doubt from creeping into her tone. She watches as he shakes his head slowly, causing a few loose strands of dark hair to fall across his forehead. His features are strong and masculine, yet there's something about him that makes it hard for her to believe that he hasn't found anything on the island worth staying for.

She takes another step closer, until they're standing only inches apart now. The warmth of his body is like a beacon in the cool morning air, and she can feel herself growing more and more aroused by his proximity. Her eyes travel up and down his form appreciatively, taking in the broad shoulders and muscular chest before meeting his gaze once again.

"I'm sorry if I sounded accusatory," she murmurs softly. "It's just that...we don't get many visitors here, and it's important for us to protect what's ours." She pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip as she tries to decide whether or not she can trust him further. "You see," she continues hesitantly, "I am the princess of this tribe...and I was born different from the others."

She reaches up, running her fingers through his dark hair, feeling its coarse texture beneath her fingertips. "My father was Zeus himself, and he made me and my people to protect the others," she explains softly. "But now that I am here...alone with you...I feel...different." She shudders slightly, as if shaking off a chill. "It's strange...and exciting." Her hand moves from his hair, trailing down his broad shoulders and coming to rest on

Deianira watches with growing concern as Drew attempts to bow but collapses on the ground instead, wincing in pain. She rushes forward to kneel beside him, her hands moving to gently probe his injuries. "You're hurt," she says softly, surprised by how tender and warm his skin feels beneath her fingertips.

"Let me help you," she whispers, easing Drew back onto the sandy beach as she begins assessing his injuries more thoroughly. Her golden necklace gleams in the sunlight as it falls forward to brush against his bare chest, the weight of it sending a shiver down her spine.

"What are you doing here?" she asks again, even though she already knows he's shipwrecked. "Do you have anyone who can come and get you?" Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, revealing the vulnerability beneath her fierce exterior. "I-I don't want anything from you...but I just..."

Her hands pause in their ministrations, hovering uncertainly above his bare chest. She's never felt this way before: wanting to help someone so much but not knowing how. The tension between them is palpable, the air thick with desire and uncertainty. "Please," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin, "tell me what to do."

Deianira listens carefully, understanding that he's asking for medical aid. She nods quickly and stands up, brushing the sand off her hands before offering him a hand up as well. "Of course," she says softly, unable to keep the concern from creeping into her tone. As she helps him to his feet, their bodies are inches apart once more. The smell of sea and sweat mingle with the scent of Drew's skin, making her head spin.

"Where is it?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she searches for the white box with the red cross he described earlier. They search together, combing through the wreckage and surrounding area until finally, Deianira finds it buried beneath a pile of rope and splintered wood.

"Here," she says breathlessly, holding out the first aid kit to him. Her heart races as they're so close now; her body practically humming with desire for this strange man who's managed to completely upend her life in just a few short minutes. The air between them crackles with an almost tangible energy that leaves Deianira feeling both exhilarated and terrified at the same time.

She waits, nervously tapping her foot against the sandy ground as he rummages through the kit, finding what he needs to tend to his injuries. Her gaze darts between his hands and his face, wanting nothing more than to touch him again but too afraid of what that might mean for both of them.

"Let me help you with that," Deianaria whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of waves crashing on the shore. She kneels beside him once again, careful not to be too close despite the intense urge she feels to touch him. Her hands tremble slightly as they hover just above his injured flesh, ready to take control and help ease his pain.

"Tell me where it hurts the most," she says softly, her gaze flicking upward to meet his eyes for a brief moment before dropping shyly back down to his wounded form. The skin on her neck and shoulders feels flushed and hot under the morning sun, and she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused by their closeness.

She waits, her heart racing in anticipation of his response as her hands twitch restlessly at her sides. The air between them is thick with desire and tension, making it almost unbearable for Deianira to focus on anything else but the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips and the smell of his masculine sweat in her nostrils.

She smiles shyly at his thanks before carefully wrapping the remaining bandages around him, making sure that each knot is secure and tight. Her hands linger for just a moment longer than necessary, her fingertips grazing lightly against his skin as she works. The feel of him beneath her fingers sends delicious shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the sensation.

When she finally finishes, Deianaria steps back and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart. Her eyes roam over his body once more, taking in the way the bandages outline his muscles and emphasize the curves of his chest. The urge to touch him again is almost overwhelming, and she feels her lips part slightly in anticipation of what might happen if she were to give into that desire.

She swallows thickly, trying to gather her thoughts as she takes a step back from him. "I-I'll show you where the tribe camped last night," she manages to stammer out, her voice still unsteady with emotion and arousal. "Maybe someone will be there who can help you find your way off this island." Her words trail off as she glances back at him, unsure if this is what she really wants or not.

The wind picks up suddenly, sending a chill through the air despite the warmth of the sun. It whips around them, tousling their hair and sending a shower of sand and pebbles skittering across the ground at their feet. For a moment, it's as if nature herself is trying to drive them apart; but Deianaria can feel something deep inside her refusing to let go quite so easily.

Her heart lodges in her throat as she feels the sudden weight of Drew's body pressing against hers, sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. She gasps and struggles for air, instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders as they tumble to the sandy beach beneath them.

The wind howls around them, whipping their hair into a frenzy and scattering sand in every direction. It's almost as if nature herself is trying to block out any sound or sight besides the two of them pressed together like this.

Her lips part slightly as she stares up at him, their faces mere inches apart. His eyes are wide with fear for her safety, but there's something else there too: desire and confusion battling against his better judgment. Deianaria can feel herself growing wet between the legs, aching for him despite all the uncertainty swirling around them.

She wonders what it is about this man that makes her want him so badly; why she would risk everything just to be with someone who's proven time and again that he doesn't belong in her world. But even as she tries to think, another wave of lust washes over her, drowning out all rational thought and leaving her utterly consumed by desire.

Her hands find his neck, urging him closer; and with one final push, their lips meet in a kiss so passionate it feels as if they're burning up from the inside out. Their tongues duel against each other, exploring every crevice of mouths that have been starved for this connection for far too long. The taste of him is intoxicating, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through her entire body as she finally allows herself to give in to what she's wanted since the moment they first laid eyes on each other.

Around them, the world continues

Her heart pounds against her ribcage as he pulls away, the sudden lack of contact making her almost gasp for air. "But I want this," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out to stroke his cheek before trailing her fingers through his hair and down his chest. "I've never wanted anything like this before...with anyone." Her voice trembles with emotion, a mixture of fear and desire that leaves her breathless.

She leans in once more, pressing her lips against his in a hungry kiss that sends shivers racing up and down his spine. His body responds instinctively, arching into hers as he deepens the kiss, unable to resist the temptation of this forbidden fruit. The feel of her hands on him, the taste of her mouth, it's all driving him wild; but beneath it all there's a tiny voice at the back of his mind that wonders if this is real, if she truly feels the same way he does.

Their lips part for a moment, and they gaze into each other's eyes, searching for some hint of what the future holds. The wind howls around them, sending sand dancing across their skin like thousands of tiny fireflies, but it doesn't seem to bother them anymore. All that matters is this connection between them, stronger than any elemental force on earth.

Her fingers trail lower still, coming to rest on the bulge in his pants that betrays his arousal for her. With a soft moan, she squeezes gently, and he responds with a shudder of pleasure. She can feel the heat emanating from him, like a living thing beneath her fingertips, urging her onward as they explore this new territory together.

Deianira presses closer still, rubbing herself against him in

She freezes for a moment at his words, the excitement of their embrace fading slightly as reality begins to creep back in. Her brow furrows with worry, but then she shrugs helplessly and grins crookedly up at him. "Maybe," she says softly, her voice rough with emotion. "But right now...I don't care."

Her fingers slide lower still, reaching around to undo the button on his pants before sliding down the zipper with a smooth motion. He gasps as cool air hits his heated skin, arching into her touch even more. She pushes his pants and boxers aside, revealing his achingly hard length already pushing against the fabric of his briefs. With another soft moan, she wraps her hand around him, stroking slowly upward before bending to take him into her mouth.

Heat rushes through her as she tastes him for the first time, feeling his body jerk in response. She takes more of him into her mouth, sucking gently while sliding her hand up and down his length in perfect rhythm with her movements. His hips buck against her face, pushing deeper into her mouth as she continues to pleasure him.

Around them, the world seems to fade away, replaced by nothing but the sensation of skin on skin and breath hot against flesh. They're both lost in this moment, consumed by their desire for each other and the need to feel connected in a world that has been so cruel to them both.

Deianira breaks away from him long enough to look up at his face, her eyes dark with lust and pleasure as she watches his expression contort with ecstasy. She smiles softly, knowing that she's found something truly special in this strange man who's washed up

She watches as confusion flickers across his features, as if he's struggling with some inner turmoil she can't begin to understand. A part of her wants to push him away, to protect herself and the life she knows; but another part aches to stay close, to find out what this feeling between them truly means.

She bites her bottom lip uncertainly before meeting his gaze once again. "You are trouble," she whispers hoarsely, allowing a teasing grin to curve her lips upward. "But I think...I think maybe that's exactly what I need." Her voice trails off as she leans in and kisses him gently on the mouth before resuming her ministrations, taking him deeper into her mouth with a groan of desire.

Her fingers begin to move faster now, sliding up and down his length in a tight rhythm that has him panting and arching into her touch. She can feel his control slipping, sense the way he's losing himself in their connection, and it thrills her to know that she's the one who holds the power to make him feel this way.

Around them, the wind howls and the sand hisses against the shore, but they barely notice as their world shrinks down to nothing more than the sensation of skin on skin, breath on breath, and heartbeat in synchronicity. She knows that whatever happens next will change everything; but for now, she allows herself to be swept away by the force of their passion, content simply to hold onto this fleeting moment before reality inevitably crashes back in around them.

Her fingers slip from his erection, leaving him aching and empty in her grasp. She looks up at him, confusion warring with desire in her eyes as she tries to comprehend why he would want her to stop. The need to please him, to make him happy, is strong within her; but so too is the overwhelming urge to explore this connection further.

"Why?" she asks softly, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their encounter. "Do you not want me?"

She takes a step back from him, looking into his eyes as she considers his words carefully. Part of her wants to push him away again, to protect herself and the life that she's known for so long; but another part of her aches with a desire to know more about this world beyond her island, and the people who inhabit it. It's a temptation too strong to resist.

"What do you mean by 'trouble'?" she asks quietly, tilting her head to the side as she studies his features for any hint of what he might be hiding from her. "And what about me...and my people? Are we not worth protecting as well?" Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, a mix of vulnerability and determination that takes Drew's breath away.

He feels himself being drawn to her again, despite all the warning signs flashing in his head. The way she asks questions without ever challenging him; the gentle touch of her hands; the soft curves of her body...it's intoxicating, and he can't help but wonder what it would be like to stay here with her, explore this newfound connection further instead of just leaving everything behind when his ship is finally repaired.

Drew hesitates for a moment before taking another step toward Deianaria, until they're standing close once more. This time their bodies touch without any resistance or fear between them; it feels natural and right in a way that leaves him breathless with desire. He cups her face in his hands, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palms as he looks deeply into her eyes. "I don't know," he whispers hoarsely, shaking his head slightly as he tries to find the words to explain how much she means to him already."But I think...maybe we should find out together." With a slow