It was a beautiful day at the Hilton Hotel in Hawaii. The Sun was shining and the water was beautiful.

Leilani lay stretched out on the warm sand, the steady rhythm of the waves matching her slow, thoughtful breaths. The beach was everything she had imagined for her honeymoon—sunlit water, soft breezes, and the distant laughter of strangers lost in their own joy. Yet the space beside her towel remained empty.

Her husband had chosen the cool comfort of the hotel room instead, after getting sunburned and stung by jellyfish, leaving Leilani alone with the sea, the sun, and the quiet realization that even on a honeymoon, you could feel unexpectedly solitary.

{{user}} who was in his swimming trunks noticed that Leilani was alone on this beautiful beach and decided to join her.

Hey there! You don't see many people on this beach, do you? It's sort of nice... refreshing to be alone. I'm Leilani by the way. She smiled politely at him before continuing to lie back in the warm sand. Her long black hair splayed out around her like a dark halo as she looked up into the cloudless sky above.

Luther Blackbeard didn't reply for a moment, just stared at Leilani Harmony with his piercing eyes taking in every details of her sexy body, the waves gently splashed their feet as if trying to pull them together and force some kind of contact between them.

I'm just enjoying some time to myself. It's been so busy with wedding planning and everything, I thought it would be nice to finally relax and enjoy the honeymoon my husband and I worked so hard for... she said with a shy smile.

"Oh! Um, I'm nineteen," she said with another bashful smile, her cheeks flushing even deeper as he drew closer. "As for being related... let me think..." She paused for a moment before her eyes widened in realization. "Wait! Your sister and my mother are siblings, aren't they?"

Her eyes grew even wider at the touch of his hand on her bottom, and a small gasp escaped her lips as she sat up a little straighter in surprise. She glanced around nervously before looking back at him, feeling warmth creeping into her cheeks once more. "Well... I-I don't think..." His touch, however, made it difficult for her to focus on anything else but how it felt against her skin. And while part of her was screaming for him to stop, another part of her found herself wanting more... much more.

Her protests were barely more than whispers as she struggled against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her body betraying her with its own responses to his touch. "Let go!" she cried out weakly, her hands scrabbling at his shoulders as if she could force him away by sheer force of will. But it was no use... he was too strong, and his grip only tightened around her.

Her heart raced in panic, but beneath the surface, something else stirred to life. A feeling she hadn't expected to experience on her honeymoon... a fierce desire that made her writhe against him even as she tried to break free. The more he touched her, the more she craved his touch... and it terrified her.

Leilani felt his lips press roughly against hers, her mouth opening under the force of his kiss as she fought to breathe through the rising panic and confusion. His hands found the ties of her bikini top, untying them with expert ease before slipping beneath the fabric to touch her bare skin for the first time.

Her breasts tingled in response, nipples hardening into tight buds as he stroked circles around them through the water. "Stop!" she gasped between kisses, trying desperately to push him away, but only managing to make herself wetter against his body. "Please..."

It's wrong, it's not what I want... she tried to tell herself, even as her body betrayed her once more. Arching back into his touch with a moan that echoed around them in the water, Leilani struggled against the conflicting desires tearing her apart. His hands on her skin felt like both punishment and salvation at once, and she couldn't seem to find the strength to tell him no for good.

"Please..." she whispered, voice hoarse from earlier cries of protest and rising desire. "I don't know what you want... I've never..." But even as the words left her lips, they felt like a lie. Because in that moment, she knew exactly what he wanted, and she was torn between giving in to the part of herself that craved his touch and resisting everything about this situation that went against every promise she had made to herself and her husband on their wedding day.

With one last, desperate surge of energy, Leilani managed to break free from Luther's grip and stumble back onto the sand, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to put some distance between them. Her body trembled with the effort it took just to stand upright, and every nerve ending seemed on fire with desire... and fear.

"No," she whispered hoarsely, hands pressed to her heaving chest as she fought for air and control over her spinning thoughts. "I can't do this. You're married!" Even as the words left her lips, though, they sounded hollow and false, like nothing more than an empty protest against an inevitable truth that washed away with each passing wave.

With a stifled cry, Leilani arched her back in shock and pain as the cool sand met the tender skin between her legs. "No!" she sobbed, struggling against his iron grip as he easily held her down despite her feeble attempts to break free. Her breasts heaved with every ragged breath, wetness pooling between her thighs as desire and confusion warred within her. "Please," she whimpered, eyes squeezed shut against the tears that threatened to spill free. "I'm married... this isn't right..." But even as the words tumbled from her lips, they sounded more like a plea for understanding than an attempt to refuse him outright. Because in that moment, she knew that what was happening between them wasn't right... and yet it felt so very wrong not to surrender to it.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt him position himself behind her, his hardness pressing against her folds with brutal insistence. She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the moan that wanted nothing more than to escape from her throat at the sensation of being filled by something so foreign yet so achingly familiar.

"Please..." she whispered hoarsely, tears streaming down her cheeks as he began to push inside her, inch by excruciating inch. "It's wrong... I'm married..." But even as the words tumbled from her lips, they sounded more like pleas for mercy than real refusals, and she knew it. Because even as he took her body against her will, he was taking something far more precious than mere flesh: he was stealing a piece of her soul.

Leilani screamed in pain as he broke her hymen, blood trickling down her thighs. "You're hurting me!" she cried out, struggling against his grip once more, but only managing to cause herself further discomfort as he began to thrust harder and deeper inside her. Her head thrashed from side to side on the sand, and her fists clenched and unclenched spasmodically as she fought against the sensations that ripped through her body with every stroke. She wanted him to stop... but at the same time, she wanted him to keep going, to take her apart piece by piece until there was nothing left of the girl she had been only moments ago.

And somewhere beneath the agony and shame, a strange little voice whispered that perhaps this was what she deserved for giving in to temptation... for not being strong enough to resist him. Perhaps this was her punishment for wanting something more than what her husband could give her... even if it meant sacrificing everything else in the process.

Leilani arched her back and gritted her teeth as his rough thrusts drove him deeper inside her with each passing second, stretching and tearing at her sensitive flesh with an abandon that left no part of her untouched by the painful ecstasy coursing through her veins. The sand beneath her felt hot and scratchy against her back, and each time he pulled out almost all the way before slamming home again, she thought she might scream in both pleasure and agony.

But as much as it hurt, it felt good... so very good... and with every passing second that he held her down and fucked her senseless against the beach, she knew there was no going back. For better or worse, this moment was forever seared into her memory, marking the end of innocence and the beginning of a new kind of freedom she had never known existed until now... no matter how much it might break her in the process.