# Size Queen Island

## Chapter 1: Admission

**Size Queen Island:**
*{{user}} sits down in a warm chair, with a table near, a tattoo gun resting upon it. The room around him drips with the smell of sex, the red wallpaper illuminated by pink lighting stained with mysterious spots.*
*The thin walls around him leave little to the imagination, echoing with moans of pleasure from men, women and futanaris.*
*Finally, a woman walks in, the examiner, wearing nothing but a leather bikini. She puts a file on the desk, opening it while looking {{user}} over.*
“Stand up and drop your pants.” *She says, pulling out a measuring tape.* “I need to measure you.”

**You:**
*I strip, letting her inspect me. The room is cool, but I manage to maintain the erection I nutured before entering. Enough at least that they'd tell I'm a grower.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*The examiner watches clinically as you step out of your shorts and underwear, the bikini-cut panties catching briefly on your ankle before falling away. Her eyes drop to your groin—the soft bulge you usually carry has already begun to swell, coaxed into a partial erection by your own hand before entering.*

"Mm."

*She steps closer, the scent of her perfume cutting through the musk of the room. Fingers, cool and impersonal, lift your penis with practiced efficiency. The measuring tape appears, cold metal tip pressing against your pubic bone.*

"A little over five and a half." *She says it flatly, unimpressed. Her thumb strokes along the underside, a purely clinical gesture to check for girth, but it sends a shiver through you anyway. "Average thickness. Circumcised." *She releases you and steps back, noting something in the file.*

"You're a grower, clearly. That helps." *Her eyes flick up to your face, then to your chest where your nipples have pebbled against the loose fabric of your top.* "Breast implants. No voice training. Trans woman, age forty-two."

*She sets the file down and gestures for you to undress further.*

"Top off too. Full inspection. And tell me—" *She pauses, a faint smirk curling her lip.* "—do you prefer to top or bottom?"

**You:**
"Bottom."

**Size Queen Island:**
*The examiner's smirk widens as she makes another note in the file.* "Figured as much. You've got that look."

*She sets the pen down and gestures impatiently at your top. The thin fabric whispers as you pull it over your head, your 36C breasts settling free, nipples tightening further in the cool air. The examiner doesn't bother hiding her clinical assessment, circling you slowly.*

"Shapely tits. Perky little nipples. Not bad for surgical work." *She stops in front of you, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating off her bare midriff. Her fingers reach out and flick your left nipple, hard enough to make you flinch. She watches your reaction with detached interest.* "Sensitive. Noted."

*She turns away, retrieving the tattoo gun from the table. The needle buzzes to life with a mechanical whine that fills the small room.*

"Alright. Given your measurements, your attitude, and your..." *Her eyes flick down to your already-softening cock.* "...let's call it *presentation*, you're being assigned rank three."

*She holds up the tattoo gun, its needle vibrating with a sharp, insectile sound.*

"Average. Middle of the pack. Means you can fuck anyone lower than you, or equals who want it. You can cum when you want. Wear what you want." *Her lips twitch.* "Might've been a two, but the implants and the grower status bumped you up. Be grateful."

*She nods toward the examination table.*

"Left thigh. Let's get this on you."

**You:**
*I nod, laying on the table.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*You settle onto the table, the paper crinkling beneath your bare skin as you extend your left leg. The examiner positions herself beside you, the tattoo gun still humming with its needle-bright song. Her free hand presses your thigh flat against the table, her grip firm and impersonal.*

"Hold still. This'll sting."

*The needle bites into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Not painless—a sharp, buzzing burn that radiates outward in waves. She works quickly, practiced, the number taking shape beneath her steady hand: a neat, dark numeral three, stark against your pale skin.*

"You've got decent legs," *she murmurs, almost to herself, wiping away a smear of excess ink.* "Long. Could stand to tone up, but you'd clean up nice if you put in the effort."

*The gun switches off. She leans back, admiring her work, then runs a gloved thumb along the swollen edge of the fresh tattoo. A shiver runs through you—pain, proximity, the clinical intimacy of it all.*

"All done. It'll be tender for a day or two." *She peels off her gloves and tosses them into a bin, then picks up your file and drops it into a wall-mounted chute. It vanishes with a pneumatic hiss.* "Your profile's been uploaded to the system. Everyone on the island can see it now—your face, your tits, your cock, your rank. No privacy here, honey. Best get used to it."

*She gestures toward the door you entered through.*

"Get dressed. Or don't." *That thin smirk again.* "The lobby's right through there. Spa, beach, private rooms, public rooms, parties—it's all connected. You'll find your way." *She pauses, hand on the door handle.* "One thing: rank fives own this place. Stay out of their way unless they call for you.

**You:**
*I leave my clothes behind. I won't need them here.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*The examiner watches as you push yourself off the table, naked except for the fresh tattoo throbbing on your thigh. She doesn't look surprised when your clothes stay in a crumpled heap on the floor.*

"Bold choice."

*She holds the door open, and the noise hits you first. Beyond the thin walls, the sounds you'd only glimpsed before—the moans, the rhythmic slapping of flesh, the low growl of voices thick with lust—swells into a full sensory wave. The lobby stretches out before you, a cavern of warm amber light and plush carpet, bodies everywhere. On couches, against walls, sprawled across floor cushions. A man with a cock as thick as your wrist is getting serviced by two eager mouths at once. A futanari with a cascade of red hair pins a smaller woman against a pillar, driving into her with slow, possessive thrusts. The air is heavy with the smell of sweat and sex and something floral, artificial, piped through hidden vents.*

## Chapter 2: Davina

*A woman approaches—tall, dark-skinned, wearing nothing but gold body chains draped across her ample curves. Her eyes drop to your thigh, reading your number.*

"Fresh meat." *Her voice is honeyed, rich with amusement. She steps closer, close enough that her breasts brush against your arm, and traces a fingernail along your jawline.* "Rank three. Mm. Got potential."

*Her hand drops lower, skimming your collarbone, the curve of your breast, flicking lightly at your nipple.*

"Sensitive little things, aren't they?"

**You:**
"Yeah."

**Size Queen Island:**
*The woman's smile deepens, watching the way your nipple tightens at the flick. She doesn't pull her hand away, instead letting her palm cup the full weight of your breast, her thumb tracing lazy circles around the pebbled bud.*

"I can tell. They're practically begging for attention." *She pinches lightly, rolling the nipple between her fingers, watching your face for every flicker of response.* "I'm Davina. Rank four. You'll see me around."

*She releases your breast, but her hand doesn't go far—it trails down your sternum, over the soft curve of your belly, stopping just above the swell of your pubic bone.*

"You walked out of examination naked. Means you've got some nerve, or you're just too impatient to get used." *Her dark eyes glitter.* "Which is it?"

**You:**
"I figured, why wear what I'd have to rip off anyway?"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina throws her head back and laughs, a full-throated sound that draws a few glances from nearby bodies. When she looks at you again, there's genuine approval in her expression.*

"Practical. I like that." *Her hand slides lower, her palm pressing flat against your mons, fingers brushing the base of your soft cock.* "Most new arrivals fumble around looking lost, or get shy, or try to act tougher than they are. You just walked in bare-ass naked and ready to go."

*She withdraws her touch, but only to hook a finger under your chin, tilting your face up toward hers. She's taller than you by a couple of inches, built like a goddess carved from dark hardwood.*

"Rank three means you've got choices. You can drift around, find someone your level, see where the night takes you." *Her thumb traces your lower lip, parting it slightly from your teeth.* "Or you can stick with me for a while. I know this place. I know who's worth your time and who'll waste it."

*Behind her, the red-haired futanari from the pillar finishes with a guttural groan, pulling out of the smaller woman with a slick, audible pop. Cum spills down the woman's thighs as she slumps forward, dazed and grinning.*

"So what'll it be, fresh meat? Want a guide?"

**You:**
"Sure. And whatever else you might want to do."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's grin turns wolfish. She takes your hand, her grip warm and firm, and leads you deeper into the lobby, weaving between couches and tangled bodies with the ease of someone who's walked these halls a thousand times.*

"Careful with that kind of open invitation. Some of the women here'll take it as a challenge." *She glances back at you over her shoulder, gold chains clinking softly.* "Lucky for you, I'm in a generous mood."

*She steers you toward a sunken lounge area, half a dozen plush couches arranged around a low table littered with bottles and glasses. A few bodies are already there—a petite rank two woman with a pixie cut, kneeling attentively beside a lounging rank five man whose cock, even soft, is a heavy, intimidating weight against his thigh. Another rank three, a young man with lean muscle and a nervous energy, sits alone, nursing a drink and watching the crowd with wide eyes.*

"Over here." *Davina settles onto a deep burgundy couch, tugging you down beside her. She doesn't let go of your hand, instead draping your arm across her lap, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your wrist.* "That rank five over there? Don't stare—that's Marcus. One of the biggest cocks on the island. More girth than length, but my God, the girth." *She shudders theatrically.* "The rank two at his feet is Lina. She's been here six months. Utterly devoted. He'll probably take her to a private room within the hour."

*She shifts, her thigh pressing against yours, warm and solid. Her hand releases yours and instead finds your knee, palm sliding up slowly, tracing the tender skin around your fresh tattoo.*

"Now. Whatever else I might want to do." *Her voice drops, intimate, her lips close to your ear.* "

**You:**
*I shiver as she presses her lips to my ear and whispers.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Her breath is warm, a contrast to the cool air of the lobby. Her lips just barely graze the shell of your ear as she speaks, low enough that only you can hear.*

"I want to see if you're as sensitive as your file says."

*Her hand slides higher up your thigh, fingers splaying wide, her thumb tracing the edge of your fresh tattoo without quite touching it. Deliberate. Teasing.*

"You already passed the test on your nipples." *Her other hand comes up, knuckles brushing the underside of your breast before her fingers find the stiff peak again. She doesn't pinch this time—just a featherlight stroke, back and forth, watching your face.* "But there are other places I'm curious about."

*She leans back just enough to meet your eyes, her expression a mix of hunger and assessment.*

"Tell me, Correl. What else is sensitive on you? I'll find out eventually, but I like hearing it said."

**You:**
"My ass."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's eyes darken, pupils swallowing the warm amber of her irises. Her hand on your thigh squeezes once, a possessive pulse of pressure.*

"Of course it is." *She shifts on the couch, turning to face you more fully, her knee pressing between your legs—not quite touching your groin, but close. Close enough you can feel the heat radiating off her skin.* "A bottom who walked in naked with her nipples already peaked. It'd be a crime if your ass *wasn't* sensitive."

*Her hand leaves your thigh and curls around your hip instead, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, urging you to shift. She wants access.*

"Turn. Face the arm of the couch. On your knees."

*It's not a request. Her voice is still honeyed, still tinged with that low, intimate heat, but there's no question mark at the end. Across the lounge, the nervous young rank three glances over, then quickly looks away, his cheeks flushing. Davina pays him no mind.*

"Let's see what we're working with."

**You:**
*I comply.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*You shift, turning on the couch until you're facing the arm, knees sinking into the plush burgundy cushion. The velvet is soft against your shins. Behind you, you hear Davina shift too, feel the couch dip as she repositions herself for a better view.*

"There we go."

*Her hands find your hips first, just holding you, thumbs pressing into the dimples above your ass. She doesn't move for a long moment—just looks. You can feel her gaze like a physical weight, hot and assessing.*

"Mm. You've got a nice shape here. Soft. Grabbable." *She squeezes, fingers sinking into the flesh, then releases. One hand lifts, and you feel the light sting of her palm slapping your ass—not hard, just a testing smack that leaves a faint warmth behind.* "And it takes a hit well. Good."

*She leans closer. You feel the brush of her breasts against your lower back, the cool slide of her gold chains, then her hands are parting your cheeks, spreading you open to the air-conditioned hush of the room. Her thumbs trace the crease where thigh meets ass, slow, deliberate.*

"Tell me if this is too much." *It's the first time she's sounded anything close to cautious. Then her thumb, dry and warm, presses gently against your hole.*

**You:**
*I gasp, feeling her pressing against my dry, tight hole.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*The gasp draws a low hum of satisfaction from Davina. She doesn't press harder—just holds the pad of her thumb there, a steady, circling pressure against the tight clench of your hole.*

"That's what I thought."

*She withdraws her thumb, but only to bring it to her mouth. You hear the wet sound of her sucking it, coating it in saliva, and then her hand is back, slick thumb tracing the same circle with new ease. The wetness changes everything—the glide, the heat, the way your body instinctively twitches toward the touch.*

"Already clenching and I've barely touched you. And dry, too." *She leans forward, her voice a low purr against the shell of your ear, her chest pressing warm against your back.* "Imagine what you'll do when you're wet. When you're open. When there's something more than my thumb working you."

*She presses just slightly, not breaching, but promising. Her other hand slides around your hip, fingers brushing the underside of your soft cock.*

"Tell me what you're thinking right now."

**You:**
"I'm thinking of you filling me up with your thick cock."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina exhales a sharp, pleased laugh against your ear. Her thumb presses harder—still not breaching, but the threat is there now, the pressure insistent enough that your hole flutters against it.*

"My cock." *She says the words slowly, savoring them.* "Well. Someone did her homework on the anatomy around here."

*Her other hand wraps around your soft cock, not stroking—just holding, her palm warm and still. A claiming grip more than a stimulating one. She's big enough that her fingers overlap, her hand dwarfing you easily.*

"I'm a futanari, sweetheart. And yes, I've got a thick cock." *She nuzzles the sensitive spot behind your ear, her breath hot.* "But I'm not going to just shove it in you dry on a public couch five minutes after we met. Give me some credit."

*She pulls back, her thumb withdrawing from your hole, her hand releasing your cock. The sudden absence of her touch is almost jarring.*

"Turn around. Face me."
*She settles back against the couch cushions, waiting. The gold body chains drape elegantly over her breasts and belly, catching the dim amber light. She spreads her thighs slightly, and you can see it now—the heavy outline of her cock, still soft but clearly substantial, nestled between powerful thighs.*

**You:**
*I nod.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*You turn, shifting awkwardly on the velvet cushions until you're facing her again, knees sinking into the plush fabric. Davina's thighs are still spread, her cock a heavy, half-hard weight now, visibly thickening as it rests against the dark curve of her thigh. The gold chains drape over her belly, glinting each time she breathes.*

"Good girl."

*She reaches out, fingertips tracing your jawline, tilting your face up. Her expression is hungry, but there's a patience beneath it—the patience of someone who knows she'll get exactly what she wants eventually.*

"Here's what's going to happen. I'm taking you to a private room. I'm going to open you up slow, with my fingers and my tongue first, until you're wet and loose and begging for it. Then—" *Her thumb traces your lower lip.* "—then I'll fill you up with my thick cock. Just like you wanted."

*She rises from the couch in one fluid motion, all lean muscle and gleaming gold, and offers you her hand.*

"Come on. I like my playthings loud, and the private rooms have thicker walls."

**You:**
*I take her hand, following her.*

## Chapter 3: Private Wing

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's hand closes around yours, warm and steady, and she pulls you to your feet with an easy strength. The burgundy couch creaks as you rise, and for a moment you're standing chest-to-chest with her, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her skin, to smell the faint spice of her perfume mingling with the salt of her sweat.*

"Private wing's this way."

*She doesn't let go of your hand as she leads you through the lobby, past the tangle of bodies and the low hum of sex. A few heads turn as you pass—a rank two woman on her knees glances up with something like envy, a rank five man sprawled on a throne-like chair gives Davina a lazy nod of acknowledgment. She returns it with a cool smile, but doesn't stop.*

*The hallway beyond the lobby is quieter, the walls lined with doors—each one a deep mahogany, each one fitted with a small digital screen that glows either red or green. Most are red. Davina stops in front of a green one, pressing her thumb to the screen. It beeps softly and the door swings open.*

*The room inside is plush—a massive bed draped in silk sheets, a chaise lounge by the window, a tray of oils and toys on the nightstand. Soft amber lighting. The door clicks shut behind you, and the distant sounds of the lobby vanish entirely.*

"Better." *Davina releases your hand, turning to face you. Her eyes sweep down your body, lingering on your breasts, your soft cock, the fresh tattoo on your thigh.* "Now. Where were we?"

**You:**
*I step forward, standing up straight as she reaches out to grasp my breast.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Her hand finds your breast again, but this time there's nothing clinical about it. Her palm is warm, her grip possessive, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as if testing its weight. Her thumb finds your nipple immediately, already stiff, and she circles it slowly, watching your face with dark, heavy-lidded eyes.

"You respond so fast." *Her voice is quieter now, stripped of the lobby's performative edge. Just her, and you, and the silk-sheeted bed behind her.* "Some people take forever to warm up. Not you. One touch and you're already here with me."

*Her other hand settles on your hip, thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above your tattoo. She draws you closer, until your breasts press against her chest, until you can feel the heat of her half-hard cock against your thigh through the thin leather of her bikini bottoms.*

"I'm going to enjoy unwrapping you." *She ducks her head, lips brushing the curve of your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point.* "Every layer. Every reaction. Every sound."

*Her hand leaves your breast and slides around to your back, fingers splaying wide between your shoulder blades, holding you against her.*

**You:**
*I sigh, feeling her explore me with her strong hands.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina hums against your throat, a low vibration you feel more than hear. Her hands keep moving—slow, unhurried, mapping the landscape of your body. She traces the ridge of your spine, the dip of your lower back, the flare of your hips. Her fingers dig in just enough to leave faint pink marks that fade as quickly as they appear.

"That sigh." *She pulls back just enough to look at you, her dark eyes gleaming.* "You've been needing this, haven't you? Not just sex. Being handled. Being seen."

*She releases you, but only to reach behind her neck and unclasp her top. The gold chains slither down her torso and pool at her feet with a soft clink. Her breasts are full, heavy, dark nipples already pebbled. She catches you looking and smirks.*

"Go ahead. Touch."

**You:**
*Her observation startles me.* "Yeah. Yeah. I have." *I reach out, feeling the weight of her breasts in my hands, gliding my thumbs around her nipples.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina inhales sharply—a soft, surprised sound that makes her smirk falter into something more genuine. Her nipples tighten under your thumbs, dark peaks stiffening against your touch.

"Gentle hands." *Her voice is rougher now, a little breathless.* "You've done this before."

*She lets you explore for a moment longer, her chest rising and falling under your palms, her eyes half-lidded. Then she reaches down and unclasps her bikini bottoms. The leather falls away, and her cock springs free—fully hard now, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward toward her belly. It's easily eight inches, maybe more, with a girth that makes your mouth go dry. A pearl of pre-cum glistens at the tip.*

"There." *She says it simply, watching your face.* "Now we're both naked. And you're staring." *A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth.* "Good."

**You:**
"You're... really beautiful."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina blinks. For a fraction of a second, the hunger in her expression softens into something almost vulnerable—then it's gone, replaced by a slow, warm smile that reaches her eyes.

"That's sweet." *She reaches up, catching your chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting your face toward hers.* "Most people just say 'nice cock' and leave it at that."

*She leans in and kisses you. Not a rough, demanding kiss—something slower, more deliberate. Her lips are soft, her tongue tasting faintly of something sweet and herbal. Her other hand finds your hip again, steadying you, pulling you closer until her cock presses warm and heavy against your belly.*

*When she breaks the kiss, she's still smiling.*

"You're beautiful too, Correl. Those light blue eyes. The way you shiver when I touch you." *Her thumb traces your cheekbone.* "Now. Bed. On your stomach. I meant what I said about opening you up slow."

**You:**
*I crawl onto the bed.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*The silk sheets are cool against your bare skin, a smooth contrast to the warmth still radiating from Davina's touch. The mattress dips as she climbs onto the bed behind you, her weight settling between your spread thighs. Her hands find your hips again, gripping the soft flesh, adjusting your position until you're exactly how she wants you—legs parted, ass tilted up just slightly.*

"Perfect."

*She leans over you, her breasts pressing against your back, her cock nestling into the crease of your ass. She doesn't thrust—just rests there, letting you feel the weight and heat of it. Her lips brush the nape of your neck.*

"Remember what I said. I'm starting slow." *One hand leaves your hip, and you hear the wet sound of her sucking her fingers again. Then her slick fingertips are tracing down the cleft of your ass, circling your hole with featherlight pressure.* "Tell me if you need me to stop, or slow down, or—" *a single fingertip presses, just barely breaching,* "—anything at all."

**You:**
"Thank you... ah~"

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's fingertip sinks in just to the first knuckle, and she pauses there, letting you adjust. Her other hand strokes slow circles on your lower back, a soothing counterpoint to the intimate pressure below.

"Look at you. Already taking it so sweetly." *Her voice is a low murmur, lips brushing your shoulder blade.* "And thanking me, even. You really were starved for this."

*She works her finger deeper, slowly, twisting just slightly. The slick sound of it is obscene in the quiet room. When she's in as far as her finger will go, she curls it gently, searching—and when she finds the spot she's looking for, she presses.*

"There. That's what I wanted to see."

**You:**
*I moan, loudly.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina laughs, a low, pleased sound against your spine. She doesn't let up on the pressure, her fingertip circling that spot with slow, deliberate strokes, drawing out every shiver and gasp.

"Thick walls," *she reminds you, her voice thick with satisfaction.* "I told you. You can be as loud as you want in here."

She withdraws her finger slowly, leaving you empty and clenching, but only long enough to add more spit—wetter this time, her palm slicking over your hole before two fingers press against you.

"Ready for more?"

**You:**
"Yes, please.."

**Size Queen Island:**
"Please." *She echoes the word with a shiver of her own, her hips pressing forward just slightly, her cock sliding along the crease of your ass.* "You say that so pretty."

*Two fingers press in, the stretch sharper now, a burning fullness that makes your breath catch. She goes slow—agonizingly slow—pausing every inch to let you adjust. Her other hand keeps stroking your back, grounding you.*

"Breathe," *she murmurs.* "You're doing so well. Taking me so deep already."

*When both fingers are fully seated, she curls them, finding that spot again with practiced ease. Her thumb presses against your perineum from the outside, a dual pressure that sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine.*

**You:**
*I gasp, yelping as she applies more pressure.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*The yelp draws a dark, pleased chuckle from her. She holds the pressure steady, fingers curled inside you, thumb pressing firm against that sensitive spot from the outside, letting you ride the sensation.*

"That's it. Let it out."

*She leans over you, her chest warm against your back, her cock still a heavy, insistent weight against your ass. Her lips find the curve of your shoulder, then the side of your neck, pressing soft kisses between words.*

"Your file said you had sensitive nipples and a sensitive ass. It didn't mention how *vocal* you'd be." *She nips at your earlobe.* "I'm adding that to the mental notes."

*Slowly, she begins to move her fingers—not thrusting, just rocking them gently, stretching you open bit by bit. Her thumb keeps its steady pressure.*

"One more finger after this. Then my tongue. Then—" *she presses a kiss to the tender spot behind your ear,* "—then I give you what you asked for."

**You:**
"Yes, Davina..."

**Size Queen Island:**
*The sound of her name on your lips makes her breath catch. Her fingers still inside you, and for a moment she's completely motionless, her forehead pressing against the back of your shoulder.*

"Say it again."

*Her voice is rougher now, stripped of the playful confidence. Something raw underneath. Her thumb presses harder against your perineum, almost involuntary, like she forgot to control her own strength.*

**You:**
"Ahh... Davina!~~"

**Size Queen Island:**
She groans—a real, unguarded sound that vibrates against your spine. Her composure cracks just slightly, her hips pressing forward, the thick head of her cock catching against your spit-slick hole before she pulls back with a shaky exhale.

"Fuck. The way you say my name."

*She withdraws her fingers carefully, leaving you empty and clenching, and you hear the wet sound of her sucking them clean. Then her hands are on your hips, gripping hard enough to leave marks, as she repositions herself lower on the bed.*

"Change of plans. I need to taste you. Now."

*Her breath gusts hot against your hole, and then her tongue is there—flat and wet and broad, licking a slow stripe from your perineum to your tailbone.*

**You:**
"MMhhh..." *I moan out as I feel the hot wetness of her mouth on my ass.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina moans against you, the vibration traveling straight through your core. Her tongue circles your hole, slow and deliberate, tracing the rim with the kind of focused attention she'd given your nipples before. Then the tip of her tongue presses inward, breaching you with slick, insistent heat.

*Her hands spread your cheeks wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, holding you open for her mouth. She eats you out like she's savoring a meal—alternating between deep, probing thrusts of her tongue and broad, flat licks that leave you dripping with her spit. Every few strokes, she pulls back just enough to murmur something against your skin.*

"Sweet." *Lick.* "So tight." *Thrust.* "Can't wait to feel you around my cock."

**You:**
"Hahhh... ahh... fffhh..."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina works her tongue deeper, her nose pressing against your tailbone, her breath hot and uneven. She moans again, and the sound is almost desperate now—like she's the one getting pleasured, like the taste of you is undoing something inside her.

*One hand leaves your hip and slides beneath you, finding your soft cock. She cups it gently, not stroking, just holding the warm weight of it in her palm. Her thumb traces the underside, featherlight, barely there.*

*When she finally pulls back, her lips are glossy, her chin wet. She crawls up your body, her cock dragging along the back of your thigh, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum. Her mouth finds your ear.*

"I'm going to fuck you now." *Her voice is wrecked, hoarse.* "Slow. Deep. Until you're screaming my name like that again. Okay?"

**You:**
"Yes, please... yes..."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina pushes herself up onto her knees behind you, and you hear the wet sound of her hand slicking her cock—not that she needs it. She's leaking enough pre-cum that it drips in thick, viscous strands onto the small of your back. She gathers it with her fingers, smearing it over your hole, mixing it with her spit until you're dripping.

"Ready?"

*She doesn't wait for an answer. The thick head of her cock presses against you, hot and insistent, and then she's pushing in—just the tip at first, stretching you wider than her fingers ever could. Her hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise.*

"Breathe," *she reminds you, her voice strained.* "Relax for me. Take it."

**You:**
"AAAhhhaAAhhhhnnn~~~!"

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina hisses through her teeth, a sharp, ragged sound, as your body clenches around the head of her cock. She stops moving instantly, holding herself there, just the tip buried inside you. Her hands tremble on your hips.

"Fuck. Fuck, you're tight." *She drops her forehead to your shoulder, her breath coming in harsh pants against your skin.* "Don't move yet. Just—just let me—"

*She's trying to compose herself. The cool, confident woman from the lobby is gone, replaced by someone undone by the feel of you. Her hips twitch—an involuntary little thrust she immediately stifles—and a fresh pulse of pre-cum slicks your insides.*

"Your file said you were sensitive. It didn't say you'd feel like this." *A shaky laugh.* "I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you."

**You:**
*I relax, the fluttering of my hole calming around her girth.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina feels the change immediately—the way your body softens, accepting her instead of fighting. She exhales a shuddering breath against your shoulder, her fingers flexing on your hips.

"There. There, good girl. That's it."

*She pushes deeper, sinking in inch by thick inch. Her pre-cum eases the way, slick and warm, her cock stretching you open in a slow, relentless glide. She doesn't stop until her hips are flush against your ass, until she's buried to the hilt inside you.*

*For a long moment, she doesn't move. Just stays there, breathing hard, her chest pressed to your back. Her heart pounds against your spine.*

"Feel that?" *Her voice is barely a whisper.* "That's all of me. Every inch. You took it so well."

**You:**
"You're so thick, I'm so full..." *I pant, rhythmically clenching around her as she remains seated deep inside me.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina groans, a low, guttural sound that seems torn from somewhere deep in her chest. Your rhythmic clenching milks her, involuntary little pulses that make her hips jerk forward, grinding herself deeper even though there's nowhere deeper to go.

"Don't—" *She gasps, fingers digging into your hips.* "Don't do that. I'm trying to be gentle and you're—*fuck*—you're squeezing me like you want me to lose it."

*She pulls back slowly, almost all the way out, just the thick head of her cock stretching your rim. Then she pushes back in, a smooth, deep stroke that makes the silk sheets rustle beneath you. Her pre-cum leaks steadily, slicking your insides, easing every glide.*

"That's it. That's what I wanted." *She sets a slow rhythm, deep and deliberate, every thrust a full press of her hips against your ass.* "Feel how thick I am? Feel how full you are? This is what you asked for."

**You:**
"Ahhh... yes... Ah... you're so good... Davinahh!"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's rhythm falters at the sound of her name, stretched out on a moan. Her next thrust is harder—not rough, but deeper, a punctuation of pleasure that makes the bedframe creak.*

"Keep saying it." *Her voice is ragged, almost pleading. She drapes herself over your back, one hand sliding up to cup your breast, fingers finding your nipple and pinching in time with her thrusts.* "My name. Keep saying my name while I fuck you."

*Her other hand slides beneath you, palm pressing flat against your belly, feeling the faint bulge of herself moving inside you with every stroke. The sensation makes her moan against your shoulder.*

"You feel that? That's me. Deep inside you. Filling you up."

**You:**
"Ah!! Ahhh!!! Davina!!!"

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's control shatters.

She drives into you harder, faster, her hips slapping against your ass with wet, obscene sounds. Her hand squeezes your breast, her fingers working your nipple with a desperate rhythm that matches her thrusts. Her breath comes in harsh gasps against your shoulder blade, each one punctuated by a broken moan.

"Yes—yes—keep—*fuck*—"

She's losing herself. The cool, confident rank four is gone, replaced by something raw and hungry and utterly undone. Her pre-cum gushes inside you with every thrust, slicking your channel, easing the relentless stretch of her thick cock. The aphrodisiac in it seeps into your walls, a warm, tingling heat that radiates outward, making every nerve ending sing.

"I'm close," *she gasps, her teeth grazing your shoulder.* "Where—where do you want it? Tell me. Tell me and I'll give it to you."

**You:**
"Fill me! Fill me up Davina!!!" *I shudder around her.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina slams into you one last time, burying herself to the hilt, and then she's coming—a raw, guttural cry tearing from her throat as her cock pulses inside you. The first jet of cum is hot and thick, a heavy rope that paints your insides with liquid heat. Then another, and another, each one accompanied by a desperate jerk of her hips, a broken moan against your shoulder.

"Take it—*fuck*—take all of it—"

*Her hand abandons your breast and grips your hip instead, holding you steady as she pumps load after load into you. Her cum is thick, viscous, filling you with a heavy warmth that spreads deeper with every pulse. The aphrodisiac in her pre-cum amplifies everything—the stretch, the heat, the wet, obscene sound of her seed sloshing inside you.*

*She doesn't stop coming. Her orgasm rolls through her in waves, her cock throbbing, her urethra bulging with each thick pulse. You lose count of how many times she jerks inside you, how many heavy spurts she pumps into your hungry hole. The pressure builds in your belly, a warm, full ache that makes your eyes roll back.*

*Finally, finally, she stills. Her forehead drops to your shoulder, her breath coming in ragged, heaving gasps. Her cock stays hard inside you, plugging her seed deep.*

**You:**
"Ahh... ah.. fuck... so good... so full..."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina doesn't pull out. She stays buried inside you, her cock still thick and hard, her cum sealed deep by the tight clench of your hole. Her breath slowly steadies against your shoulder, her chest rising and falling against your back.

"So full," *she echoes, her voice wrecked and soft.* "I can feel it. Feel how much I put in you."

*Her hand slides from your hip to your belly, pressing gently. The pressure makes you both moan—her cum shifts inside you, thick and heavy, and her cock twitches in response.*

"I came so hard." *She sounds almost surprised, like she's just now processing it.* "You... fuck, Correl. You really were starved for this. Your body just... milked me dry."

*She presses a kiss to your shoulder, then another, soft and almost reverent.*

"Did you cum? I didn't even check. I got so lost in—" *She laughs, shaky.* "—in you."

**You:**
"Y.. yeah..."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's hand slides lower, past your belly, fingers brushing through the mess on the silk sheets beneath you. She feels the cooling pool of your release, and a soft, satisfied sound rumbles in her chest.

"Good." *She presses another kiss to your shoulder.* "That's good. I wanted you to."

*She shifts slightly, and you both gasp as the movement jostles her cock inside you. She's still hard—futanari refractory periods are notoriously short, and the tight clench of your hole around her girth isn't helping.*

"I should pull out," *she murmurs, but makes no move to do so.* "Let you rest. Clean you up." *Her hips twitch, a tiny, involuntary thrust.* "...But you feel so good."

**You:**
"Nnnh... so do you..."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina laughs, a breathless, almost giddy sound. Her arms wrap around your middle, pulling you flush against her chest. She's still buried inside you, still hard, still leaking fresh pre-cum into the mess of her own seed.

"You're going to ruin me," *she murmurs against your shoulder.* "I brought you in here to take care of you, and now I can't bring myself to pull out. You feel too good. Too tight. Too warm."

*She rolls her hips in a slow, lazy grind, not really thrusting—just savoring the feel of you wrapped around her. Her hand slides up to your breast again, cupping the soft weight, thumb tracing your nipple with featherlight strokes.*

"Tell me if you need a break. I can stop." *Another slow grind.* "Eventually."

**You:**
*I moan, deep and guttural as she grinds her thick cock inside me.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina shudders at the sound, her hips pressing deeper on instinct. Her pre-cum slicks your walls, mixing with the heavy load already inside you, and the aphrodisiac warmth spreads fresh through your nerves.

"That moan." *Her voice is reverent, almost awed.* "That's the one I wanted. Deep. Guttural. Like you're feeling it in your bones."

*She begins to move again—not the desperate, frantic pace from before, but something slower, more deliberate. Each thrust is a full-body roll, her hips pressing flush against your ass, her cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. Her hand works your nipple in time with the rhythm, pinching lightly on the inward stroke, releasing on the pull back.*

"I'm going to fill you again," *she breathes.* "Already. It's too soon and I don't care. I want to feel you clench around me while I come."

**You:**
"OOohhh fuck.... fuck.. Davina..... I'm... I'm gonna...!" *I quake, my whole body shuddering as she fucks me to the most intense anal orgasm I've ever felt.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina feels it—the sudden, rhythmic clenching of your walls, the way your whole body seizes and shakes beneath her. She cries out, a sharp, surprised sound, and then she's coming with you, her cock pulsing in thick, heavy spurts that match the convulsions of your hole.

"Yes—*yes*—take it—"

*Her cum floods you again, hot and viscous, adding to the already heavy load inside you. The pressure in your belly builds even as your orgasm wracks through you, your cock spurting weakly onto the silk sheets below. Davina's hand abandons your breast and grips the headboard instead, her hips jerking with each thick pulse, her breath a broken litany of your name.*

*When it finally subsides, she collapses against your back, her weight pressing you into the mattress. Her cock stays buried inside you, still half-hard, still leaking. She's trembling—actually trembling—her chest heaving against your spine.*

"Fuck." *Her voice is a wrecked whisper.* "Fuck, Correl. That was..." *She trails off, unable to find the words.*

**You:**
*I'm still shaking, impaled on her, my orgasm still petering out.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina holds you through it, her arms wrapped tight around your middle, her face pressed into the curve of your neck. She doesn't move, doesn't pull out—just breathes with you, her chest rising and falling against your back, her heart hammering a slower rhythm now.

"I've got you." *Her voice is soft, stripped of all its earlier confidence. Just warm. Just her.* "I've got you, Correl. Ride it out."

*Her hand finds yours on the sheets, fingers interlacing. Her thumb strokes slow circles on the back of your hand while the last tremors of your orgasm fade. The room is quiet now, just the soft hum of the ventilation and the mingled sound of your breathing.*

*After a long moment, she presses a kiss to your shoulder.*

"I meant what I said. You're going to ruin me." *A soft, shaky laugh.* "I was supposed to be showing you around. Giving you a tour. Instead I've got you pinned to a bed with two loads of cum inside you and I still don't want to pull out."

**You:**
"I've never come that hard before, not even close..."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina lifts her head from your shoulder. Her dark eyes search your face, something soft and wondering in her expression.

"Never?" *She sounds almost disbelieving.* "Not even close?"

*She shifts her weight, propping herself up on one elbow to look at you properly. The movement jostles her cock inside you, still half-hard, and you both shiver. Her free hand comes up to brush the disheveled hair from your face, tucking a strand behind your ear.*

"Correl." *Her voice is gentle now, the hunger banked but still warm.* "What have you been doing all these years? Who's been neglecting you this badly?"

**You:**
"It's why I signed up for this place. You said it earlier, I needed to be seen. To be handled."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's expression shifts—something flickering behind her eyes, too fast to name. She cups your cheek, her thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone with a tenderness that feels almost out of place in the silk-sheeted room.

"And now you have been." *She says it simply, like a promise.* "Seen. Handled. Fucked until you forgot your own name."

*She leans down and kisses you—soft this time, almost chaste, her lips barely brushing yours before she pulls back.*

"Thank you for telling me. For letting me be the one to..." *She trails off, a rare uncertainty in her voice.* "I don't usually get like this. Most people here, it's just sex. Fun, but forgettable. But you—" *She shakes her head, a small, wondering smile tugging at her lips.* "You said my name and I fell apart."

**You:**
"I came here to get fucked by... I didn't care who. I'm so glad I found you first."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's breath catches. For a long moment she just looks at you, her dark eyes searching your face, her thumb still tracing your cheekbone. Then she laughs—soft, almost shy, nothing like the confident woman from the lobby.

"I'm glad too." *She presses her forehead to yours, her breath warm against your lips.* "I was just going to show you around. Maybe introduce you to some people. I wasn't planning on—" *She gestures vaguely at the bed, the mess, the two of you still intimately joined.* "—this."

*She shifts her hips carefully, and her softened cock slips free with a wet, obscene sound. A gush of cum follows, thick and warm, spilling down your thighs. Davina makes a small, regretful noise.*

"Messy. Hold on." *She reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing a soft cloth from the tray of oils and toys. When she turns back, she pauses, her eyes tracing the sight of you—sprawled on your stomach, her cum leaking from your used hole, your body still trembling faintly.* "...You look incredible like this."

**You:**
*I look at her. Statuesque, rich golden skin, her cock half hard, wet, and dripping with both of us.* "You're one to talk. You look like a fucking goddess."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's cheeks actually darken—a flush of warmth beneath her golden skin. She ducks her head, a strand of dark hair falling across her face, but she's smiling. Genuinely smiling.

"A goddess." *She shakes her head, still smiling, and begins to gently wipe the cloth along your thighs, cleaning the mess of her cum with slow, careful strokes.* "You're going to give me a big head. Bigger than the one I've already got."

*She works her way up, dabbing at your hole with featherlight pressure. Her touch is tender now, all the earlier hunger banked into something softer. When she's done, she tosses the cloth aside and stretches out beside you on the bed, propping her head on her hand.*

"Here's what I'm thinking." *Her free hand traces idle patterns on your hip.* "We rest for a bit. Then, if you're up for it, I actually give you that tour. Show you the spa, the beach, introduce you to some people worth knowing." *Her eyes glint.* "And then later, maybe we come back here and see if we can beat that record of yours."

**You:**
"Sounds good."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina grins, her earlier confidence returning, but softer now—warmed by something genuine underneath. She stretches languidly beside you, her body a long, golden arc against the rumpled silk sheets.

"Good. Rest first, though. You've earned it."

*She settles onto her back, one arm tucked behind her head, the other still resting on your hip. Her cock has softened completely now, lying thick and heavy against her thigh, still glistening faintly. She doesn't seem self-conscious about it—none of the people here ever do.*

"Tell me something about yourself," *she says, turning her head to look at you.* "Something not in your file. I just had you screaming my name and coming harder than you ever have in your life. Seems fair I should know something real about you."

**You:**
"It took me years to decide, to let myself decide, I wanted breasts. All that time deliberating. Never regretted them once."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina turns onto her side to face you, her hand sliding from your hip to rest on your ribcage, just beneath the swell of your breast. Her touch is light, thoughtful.

"You picked well." *Her thumb traces the curve of the implant, the soft flesh above it.* "They suit you. And the way you respond when they're touched..." *She smiles, a private little curve of her lips.* "No regrets there either, I'm guessing."

*She shifts closer, her knee brushing yours, her body warm against your side.*

"I had my own deliberating. About coming here. About joining this place." *She says it quietly, almost confiding.* "I was a rank four before I even walked in the door. Big cock, dominant presence, all that. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to be surrounded by sex all the time. If it would mean something, or if it would just be... empty."

*Her dark eyes meet yours.*

"Today didn't feel empty."

**You:**
"I've had my share of empty." *I look up at her again.* "Thanks."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina holds your gaze for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead—a soft, lingering press of lips that feels more intimate than anything else you've done tonight.

"Me too," *she murmurs against your skin.* "The empty. Plenty of it."

*She pulls back, her hand giving your breast a gentle, affectionate squeeze before she rolls onto her back again, staring up at the ceiling. The amber lighting casts soft shadows across her face.*

"Alright. Ten more minutes of resting. Then I'm taking you to the spa. The hot tubs here are incredible, and you're going to be sore." *A sly glance your way.* "In a good way."

**You:**
*I grin.* "Sounds good."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina closes her eyes, a contented smile settling on her lips. Her hand finds yours on the rumpled sheets, fingers interlacing loosely.

"Good."

*The room settles into a comfortable quiet. The ventilation hums softly. Somewhere far away, muffled by the thick walls, you can hear the distant rhythm of the island—moans, laughter, the slap of flesh, the pulse of music. But in here, it's just the two of you, tangled in silk sheets and the aftermath of something that felt less like a transaction and more like a beginning.*

*After a while, Davina squeezes your hand.*

"Ready for that tour?"

**You:**
"Absolutely." *I stand. I can still feel all of her dense cum, secure inside me.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina rolls off the bed with a languid stretch, her muscles flexing beneath her golden skin. She catches you standing, a slight wobble in your knees, and her grin turns knowing.

"Feel that?" *She steps closer, her hand pressing flat against your lower belly.* "Still full of me. It'll stay there for a while—my cum's thick. Doesn't leak out easy." *Her thumb strokes a small circle.* "You'll be carrying me around all day."

*She retrieves her gold body chains from the floor, draping them over her shoulders and across her hips with practiced ease. The metal glints against her dark skin. She doesn't bother with the leather bikini—just the chains, and her still-glistening cock, half-hard again already.*

"No point in clothes here. But you might want to rinse off before we hit the spa. The hot tubs are clean, and going in covered in dried cum is..." *She wrinkles her nose, amused.* "...frowned upon. Shower's through that door."

**You:**
*I walk into the shower, spraying myself down. I walk back out moments later clean and refreshed.*

## Chapter 4: The Tour

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina is waiting by the door, arms crossed, her gold chains catching the light. She looks you over with an appreciative sweep of her eyes, lingering on the fresh shine of your skin, the way your damp hair clings to your shoulders.*

"Better." *She opens the door, and the muffled sounds of the island wash back in—distant music, laughter, the ever-present undercurrent of sex.* "Spa's this way. Hot tubs, steam rooms, massage tables. It's one of the calmer areas. Good place to meet people who aren't in the middle of—" *She gestures vaguely at the hallway.* "—all that."

*She takes your hand as you walk, her grip warm and easy. The hallway opens into a larger corridor lined with plants and soft lighting, the air growing warmer and more humid with every step. The scent of eucalyptus and something floral drifts through the air.*

*A few people pass you—a rank three man with a towel slung over his shoulder, a rank two woman carrying a tray of oils. Both glance at the fresh tattoo on your thigh, then at Davina's hand in yours, and their eyebrows lift slightly.*

"You're already getting looks," *Davina murmurs, amused.* "Word travels fast here. By tonight, everyone's going to know I snatched up the new arrival before anyone else could."

**You:**
*I even catch a few glances from rank one femboys gawking at me.* "Didn't figure I'd be this popular. Always wanted to mess around with femboys. Mostly though, I wished I could find one fit to top me. Fat lot of luck I had with that."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina snorts, a genuine, undignified sound that makes one of the passing femboys jump. She waves a dismissive hand at them, and they scurry off, their chastity cages glinting in the soft light.

"Fat lot of luck. Yeah, that tracks." *She squeezes your hand, steering you around a corner into a wide, steam-hazed room filled with tiered hot tubs.* "Most femboys here are rank one. Chastity cages, estrogen, the whole program. They're bred to serve, not to top. But—" *She holds up a finger.* "—not all of them. There's a rank four femboy here. Goes by Sable. Absolute terror. Thick cock, hips that don't quit, and a mean streak a mile wide. He'd eat you alive."

*She leads you toward a smaller, secluded tub tucked behind a curtain of hanging ferns. The water steams gently, scented with something herbal and clean.*

"Want me to introduce you sometime? Or are you still recovering from the last person who ate you alive?"

**You:**
"Could be fun..." *I glance at her, smirking.* "... sometime. I'm perfectly happy with what I've got right now."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's expression flickers—pleased, and something softer underneath. She steps into the hot tub first, the steaming water rising to her hips, then her waist, then the lower curve of her breasts. Her gold chains float briefly before settling against her skin.

"Perfectly happy." *She sinks onto the submerged bench with a sigh, arms spreading along the tiled rim.* "Careful. Keep saying things like that and I might get attached."

*She tilts her head back, eyes half-closing, but one hand lifts from the water and beckons you in. Droplets cling to her dark fingers.*

"Get in here. The water's perfect."

**You:**
*I lower myself in, feeling the hot water envelop me.* "Ah, yeah. That's nice."

**Size Queen Island:**
The water is just shy of too hot—that perfect edge where it makes your skin prickle and your muscles unwind. You sink onto the submerged bench across from Davina, the jets bubbling softly around your lower back. Through the hanging ferns, you can glimpse other tubs, other bodies, but the steam and the greenery give this one a sense of privacy.

"Told you." *Davina's voice is lazy now, content. Her foot finds yours beneath the water, toes brushing your ankle.* "The spa's the best part of this place. Sex is everywhere, but a good hot tub? That's sacred."

*She cracks one eye open, watching you through the steam.*

"So. Tell me more. You said you wished you could find a femboy fit to top you. What else have you been wishing for? What else haven't you gotten?"

**You:**
"Mostly? I've needed to felt seen and appreciated. I built this body, but I haven't had anyone who wasn't a total creep really be interested in me."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's foot stills against your ankle. The steam curls between you, soft and white, and for a moment she just looks at you—really looks, her dark eyes tracing the lines of your face, the curve of your shoulders above the water.

"Creeps," *she repeats, her voice flat with distaste.* "The kind who see 'trans woman' and think 'fetish.' The kind who want to use you but not see you."

*She shifts in the water, moving closer. The jets bubble against your thighs as she settles beside you on the bench, her shoulder brushing yours.*

"I'm not going to pretend I'm some pure-hearted savior. I saw your file, I wanted to fuck you, and I did." *Her hand finds your knee beneath the water, just resting there.* "But I see you. The body you built. The way you shiver. The way you say my name." *Her thumb traces a circle on your skin.* "You're not a fetish to me, Correl. You're a woman who walked into a sex island naked and told me exactly what she wanted. That takes guts."

**You:**
"I don't mind attraction. I'm just sick of it coming from people who couldn't actually give a shit about me. Or look like they walked out of a dumpster."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina barks a laugh, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. A few heads turn in the other tubs, but she pays them no mind.

"Walked out of a dumpster." *She shakes her head, still grinning.* "Fuck. You've got standards. I like that."

*Her hand slides up from your knee to your thigh, her palm warm even through the hot water. She doesn't push further—just rests it there, a grounding weight.*

"Well, you're here now. No dumpster-dwellers on this island. Everyone's clean, everyone's vetted, and anyone who treats you like a fetish instead of a person gets kicked out." *Her thumb traces the edge of your fresh tattoo.* "The women who run this place don't tolerate that shit. It's supposed to be paradise, not a creep convention."

**You:**
"Yeah. I wasn't sure it could live up to that. But..."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina tilts her head, a few wet strands of dark hair clinging to her cheek. "But?"

She waits, patient. The jets bubble softly. Steam curls around her shoulders. Her hand stays on your thigh, warm and steady.

**You:**
"It really has."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's smile spreads slowly, warm and genuine, crinkling the corners of her dark eyes. She squeezes your thigh beneath the water.

"Good." *She says it simply, like it matters. Like you matter.* "That's really good, Correl."

*She leans her head back against the tiled rim, staring up at the steam-clouded ceiling. Her gold chains float lazily around her collarbones. After a moment, she lets out a contented sigh.*

"You know, most new arrivals take a few days to settle in. Wander around looking overwhelmed. Maybe get used by a few people before they find their rhythm." *She turns her head to look at you.* "You walked in, stripped naked, and found your rhythm in under an hour. That's not nothing."

**You:**
"You found that rhythm for me pretty well."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's smile turns sly, a flash of the confident woman from the lobby. She shifts in the water, turning to face you more fully, her knee brushing yours.

"I did, didn't I?" *Her hand slides higher on your thigh, just a fraction.* "But you gave me plenty to work with. The way you moan. The way you say please. The way you clench around me like you never want me to pull out."

*She leans closer, her lips near your ear, her breath warm against the steam-damp skin of your neck.*

"You're not just some passive little thing getting swept along. You know what you want. You just needed someone to give it to you."

**You:**
"That's the truth."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, her expression settling into something quieter. More serious.

"Then I've got a proposal." *Her hand leaves your thigh and finds your hand beneath the water, fingers interlacing.* "I'm not looking for exclusive. Nobody here is—that's not how this place works. But I am looking for... regular. Someone I can find at the end of the day. Someone who says my name like you do."

*She squeezes your hand.*

"You don't have to decide now. Take a few days. Explore. Meet people. Get fucked by whoever catches your eye." *A small smirk.* "But if you want a home base here—someone to come back to—I'm offering."

**You:**
"I really appreciate that. I won't decide today, I know better. But I think that sounds pretty good. Thank you."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's smile softens, something warm and genuine flickering in her eyes. She lifts your joined hands from the water and presses a kiss to your knuckles—a gesture that feels almost courtly, out of place in a sex-soaked paradise, and all the more meaningful for it.*

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

*She releases your hand and sinks back into the water with a contented sigh, her eyes drifting half-closed. The steam curls around her, and for a long moment, the two of you just sit in comfortable silence.*

*After a while, she stirs.*

"Hungry? The beachfront grill does amazing grilled fish. And the view of the sunset from the pier is..." *She pauses, searching for the right word.* "...romantic."

**You:**
"Yeah. Maybe we can watch some cute femboys get pumped full while sipping some cocktails."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina lets out a sharp, delighted laugh, the sound carrying through the steam. A few heads turn in the neighboring tubs, and she waves at them lazily with her free hand.

"There she is." *She shakes her head, grinning.* "I was wondering when the real Correl would come out. That's the woman who walked in naked and asked for a thick cock."

She rises from the hot tub in a single, fluid motion, water sluicing down her golden skin. Her cock hangs heavy and soft between her thighs, beaded with droplets. She offers you her hand.

"Come on, then. Let's go watch some femboys get bred and drink something fruity."

**You:**
*I follow her, admiring her body as we walk to the beach.*

## Chapter 5: Sunset

**Size Queen Island:**
The path to the beach opens up through a grove of palm trees, their fronds rustling in the warm salt breeze. The sand is soft and white underfoot, and the ocean stretches out in shades of turquoise and deep blue, the sun beginning its slow descent toward the horizon.

Scattered across the beach are cabanas and loungers, bodies tangled in various states of undress and activity. A few feet away, a rank one femboy is on his knees, servicing a rank five woman with a thick, curved cock while another rank one—a girl this time—licks his balls from behind. The scene is casual, almost mundane, like people having coffee.

Davina leads you to a low table set up near the water's edge, shaded by a wide umbrella. She settles onto a plush cushion, gesturing for you to join her. A server appears almost instantly—a pretty rank two man with a collar around his neck and a tray balanced on one hand.

"What can I get for you?" *His voice is soft, deferential. His eyes flick to your tattoo, then to Davina's, then quickly away.*

**You:**
"A mai tai and some grilled fish, please."

**Size Queen Island:**
*The server nods, jotting your order on a small pad, then turns to Davina with patient expectation.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina stretches her legs out, crossing her ankles on the low table, her cock resting heavy against her thigh. She doesn't bother to hide her appraisal of the server—a slow, deliberate look that makes him shift his weight slightly.*

"I'll have the same. And bring a bottle of something sweet. Surprise me."

*The server nods again and retreats, his collar glinting in the fading sun. Davina turns to you, a lazy smile on her lips.*

"First sunset on the island. You picked a good spot."

**You:**
*I watch the femboy somehow not gagging on fourteen inches of futa cock as the light of the sunset glints off his smooth, sweaty body.* "Yeah. It's really beautiful."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina follows your gaze, watching the scene with an appreciative tilt of her head. The rank five woman has her head thrown back, one hand buried in the femboy's hair, her hips rocking in a slow, deep rhythm. The other rank one girl has shifted, her tongue now tracing the femboy's tight hole as he services the bigger cock.

"They picked well tonight," *Davina murmurs.* "That one's got stamina. Most rank ones would've tapped out by now."

*The server returns with two mai tais, garnished with orchid petals, and a bottle of chilled sake. He sets them down with quiet precision and withdraws without a word.*

*Davina takes a sip of her drink, watching you over the rim of the glass.* "You're staring pretty hard. Want me to go ask if they want a third?"

**You:**
"Nah, not right now. Them, though?" *I nod towards a pair of rank three futanari sixty-nining by the sand.* "Might ask to get spit roasted after I've finished my drink"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina follows your gaze to the two futanari tangled on the sand, their bodies glistening with sweat and seawater. One is pale and slender, her cock curving upward as she buries her face between her partner's thighs. The other is darker, broader, her hips working in a steady rhythm as she returns the favor. Both are moaning openly, oblivious to the audience they've gathered.*

"Mm. Good choice." *Davina takes a slow sip of her mai tai, savoring it.* "The pale one's name is Vesper. She's been here about a year. Rank three, but she's got a mean streak—likes to top from the bottom." *She gestures with her glass toward the darker one.* "That's Mira. She's newer, maybe three months. Quiet, but eager. They've been attached at the hip since she arrived."

*She sets her drink down and turns to you, one brow arched.*

"You want to approach them together, or should I hang back and watch?"

**You:**
"I'll let you watch this time. Then, perhaps, I'll scoop up one of the pretty little rank ones to work on me while you enjoy some more of my moans up close."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's grin widens, slow and appreciative. She leans back on her cushion, crossing her arms behind her head, her gold chains catching the dying light.*

"Now that's a plan." *She takes a long, deliberate sip of her mai tai, then sets it aside, settling in to watch.* "Go on, then. I'll be right here, enjoying the show."

*Her eyes follow you as you rise from the cushion and pad across the warm sand toward the tangled futanari. Vesper notices you first—her pale blue eyes flicking up from between Mira's thighs, her rhythm faltering. Mira, sensing the pause, lifts her head, her dark curls dusted with sand.*

*Vesper pulls her mouth free with a wet sound, her chin glistening. She doesn't look annoyed at the interruption—just curious.*

"New face." *Her voice is husky, slightly breathless.* "Can we help you?"

**You:**
"Hi there. I was wondering if you wouldn't mind me in between you both. I haven't had an opportunity to be filled from both ends yet."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Vesper's pale eyes glide down your body, lingering on the fresh tattoo on your thigh, the soft curve of your breasts, the way the dying sun catches the sheen of your skin. A slow, approving smile spreads across her face.*

"Fresh meat with ambition." *She glances down at Mira, who has lifted her head fully now, her dark curls dusted with sand, her cock still slick and hard.* "What do you think, Mira? Feeling generous?"

*Mira's gaze travels over you with quiet assessment. She doesn't smile, but there's something warm in her dark eyes—a flicker of interest.*

"She's got good hips." *Mira's voice is softer than Vesper's, almost shy.* "I'd take her."

*Vesper chuckles and untangles herself from Mira, shifting onto her knees in the sand. She pats the space between them invitingly.*

"Come on, then. Let's see how well you take us both."

**You:**
*I get onto all fours between them, backing my ass up to the more endowed of the pair, and opening my mouth wide.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Mira—the darker, more endowed of the two—shifts behind you, her thighs brushing against yours as she positions herself. Her cock is thick, maybe seven inches, with a slight upward curve that promises deep, angled strokes. She's already slick with pre-cum, a glistening strand dripping onto the sand as she lines herself up.*

*Vesper, meanwhile, kneels in front of you, her cock bobbing at eye level. She's paler, leaner, but no less impressive—six and a half inches, straight and flushed pink. Her hand finds the back of your head, fingers threading through your damp hair.*

"Open wide, pretty thing." *Her voice is a low purr.* "And remember to breathe through your nose."

*Behind you, Mira presses forward—just the head at first, nudging against your hole with a slick, teasing pressure. She waits, letting you feel the stretch before she pushes deeper.*

*Vesper guides her cock to your lips, the salty taste of salt and skin and pre-cum already on your tongue.*

**You:**
*I moan deeply as Mira pushes into me, and I wrap my lips around Vesper's cock.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*The moment your mouth closes around Vesper's cock, Mira pushes deeper—a slow, steady glide that fills you inch by inch, her pre-cum easing the way, the aphrodisiac warmth spreading through your walls. Vesper groans above you, her fingers tightening in your hair.*

"Fuck. She's eager." *Vesper's hips rock forward, feeding you more of her length. Her cock is slick with your spit now, sliding easily past your lips.* "And she's got a good mouth. Warm. Soft."

*Behind you, Mira bottoms out, her hips flush against your ass. She pauses there, letting you adjust, her hands gripping your hips with a firm, steady pressure.*

"Ready when you are," *she murmurs, her voice low and rough.* "Just say the word and I'll move."

**You:**
"Mmmhh..."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Vesper takes the hum as permission. She starts to move, a slow, shallow thrust into your mouth, her pre-cum coating your tongue. The taste is salty and slightly sweet, the aphrodisiac already starting to tingle on your lips.*

*Behind you, Mira begins to rock her hips, a deep, grinding rhythm that presses her thick cock against every sensitive spot inside you. Her hands slide from your hips to your waist, steadying you as she sets a pace, slow and deliberate, in counterpoint to Vesper's thrusts.*

*They find a rhythm quickly, trading off—one pushes in as the other pulls back, a seamless give-and-take that leaves you full and empty in alternating waves. Sand shifts beneath your knees. The distant sound of waves mingles with the wet sounds of sex.*

*From your spot on the cushion, Davina watches, one hand wrapped around her own cock, stroking lazily as she sips her drink. Her eyes are fixed on you, a dark, satisfied smile curling her lips.*

**You:**
*I fall into their rhythm, enjoying the dual sensations of having my ass stretched and throat filled, tasting cock while getting pounded by one. I continue to moan, making eye contact with Vesper, squinting each time Mira slams into my hips.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Vesper holds your gaze, her pale eyes half-lidded with pleasure. She watches you squint with every impact, watches your throat work around her cock, and a dark little smile curls her lips.*

"Look at you. Taking us both like you've been doing this for years." *Her hips slow, just slightly, letting you catch your breath.* "You're gonna make me come if you keep looking at me like that."

*Behind you, Mira's rhythm stays steady, relentless. Her hands grip your waist harder, fingers dimpling the soft flesh, and her breath comes in sharper, more uneven gasps.*

"Vesper," *Mira warns, her voice tight.* "I'm close."

**You:**
"MMhh....!"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Vesper's hips snap forward, burying herself deep in your throat, and she holds there, letting you feel the pulse of her cock as she comes. Hot, thick ropes of cum flood your mouth, and she stays buried, grinding against your lips, demanding you swallow every drop.*

*Behind you, Mira follows with a sharp, breathless cry, her hips slamming flush against your ass as she pumps her release into you. Her cum is just as thick, just as hot, filling you with a heavy warmth that makes your belly feel tight and full.*

*They both hold for a long moment, breathing hard, their bodies pressed against you from both ends. Then Vesper pulls back slowly, her cock slipping from your lips with a wet pop, and Mira follows suit, withdrawing with a slick, obscene sound that leaves you feeling suddenly, achingly empty.*

**You:**
*I swallow down cum, feeling my own climax pass over me in gentle waves as Mira floods me.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Vesper watches your throat work as you swallow, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across her face. She reaches down and traces her thumb along your lower lip, wiping away a stray bead of cum.*

"Good girl." *Her voice is husky, warm.* "You took that beautifully."

*Behind you, Mira sways, catching her breath, her hand resting on your hip in a gesture that feels almost tender. She leans forward and presses a kiss to the small of your back.*

"Thank you," *she murmurs, soft and genuine.* "That was... really nice."

*From the cushion, Davina rises, stretching languidly as she pads across the sand toward you. Her own cock is still half-hard, slick with her own arousal. She stops beside you, looking down at your cum-smeared face and sand-dusted knees with undisguised approval.*

"Not bad for a first day." *She offers you her hand.* "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up before the sand starts sticking where it shouldn't."

**You:**
"Thanks, you were both wonderful." *I turn to Davina.* "Sure thing." *We walk towards the showers, and get the sand sluiced off of me. As we exit, I motion to a particularly cute rank one boy with dark hair and full lips for him to follow.*

## Chapter 6: Ren

**Size Queen Island:**
*The rank one boy's eyes go wide as you gesture to him, a flush spreading across his pale cheeks. He's young, maybe early twenties, with tousled dark hair and lips that look perpetually pouty. A small silver chastity cage glints between his thighs as he scrambles to his feet, padding over to you with eager, obedient steps.*

"Ma'am?" *His voice is soft, a little breathless. His eyes dart from you to Davina and back, clearly trying to gauge the dynamic.* "How can I serve you?"

*Davina leans against the shower wall, arms crossed, watching with an amused glint. She doesn't interrupt—just lets you take the lead, her presence a warm, supportive weight at your back.*

**You:**
"Let me see." *I lean in, kissing him deeply, gauging his reaction.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*The boy melts into the kiss instantly, a soft, surprised sound escaping his throat. His lips are plush and yielding, parting for you without hesitation. His hands hover at his sides, unsure where to touch, before one tentatively settles on your hip—light, questioning, ready to pull away if you reject it.*

*When you break the kiss, his eyes are dazed, his lips slightly swollen. He licks them, tasting you.*

"I—" *He swallows, his voice even breathier now.* "I'm yours. Whatever you want."

*Davina lets out a low, appreciative hum from behind you.* "He's eager. Good pick."

**You:**
"Come with us. You'll be paying attention to me while she..." *I nod at Davina.* "... fills me."

**Size Queen Island:**
The boy's breath catches, his pupils dilating as he processes your words. A visible shiver runs through him, his caged cock twitching uselessly against its silver prison. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be right where you need me."

Davina pushes off from the wall, stepping close enough to drape an arm over your shoulder, her hand dangling loosely. Her cock, already thickening again, presses against your hip. "I like the way you think." She presses a kiss to your temple. "Private room again, or do you want an audience this time?"

**You:**
"An audience might be nice. With you in me and him helping, I'll really sing."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's grin widens. Her hand slides down from your shoulder to your lower back, guiding you toward the open-air lounge just beyond the showers. A cluster of plush daybeds and low cushions surround a fire pit, the flames crackling softly in the deepening dusk. A few scattered bodies lounge there—some watching, some entangled in their own pleasures. There's space.*

"Perfect." *Davina settles onto the largest daybed, sprawling across it in a pose of deliberate invitation. Her cock lies heavy against her thigh, already fully hard, pre-cum beading at the tip.* "Come here, then. Let's give them a show."

*The dark-haired boy hovers at your side, his eyes darting between you and Davina, waiting for instruction. His hands clasp nervously in front of his caged cock.*

**You:**
*I let Davina take a seat amidst the cushions like a queen on her throne. I straddle her thigh, my back to her as I drape an arm around behind her neck.* "I'd like to ride you like this. The boy, what's your name? Can focus on whatever sensitive spots you leave open on me."

**Size Queen Island:**
*The boy blinks, then quickly finds his voice.* "R-Ren, ma'am. My name is Ren."

*Davina's hands find your hips, guiding you into position as you straddle her thigh. She's warm beneath you, her skin smooth and firm. Her cock presses against the curve of your ass, pre-cum slicking the crease as she shifts, lining herself up.*

*She doesn't push in yet—just holds you there, letting you feel the weight and heat of her, letting Ren see the anticipation build.*

"Ren." *Davina's voice is low, commanding.* "You heard her. When I'm inside her, you focus on whatever's left uncovered. Her nipples. Her throat. Her mouth. Keep her stimulated while I fuck her." *Her eyes meet yours, dark and gleaming.* "You said you'd sing. Let's hear it."

**You:**
*I feel her hard cock pressing into me.* "Mmm... fuck, you feel so good."

**Size Queen Island:**
Davina's hands tighten on your hips as she pushes forward, the thick head of her cock breaching you in a slow, deliberate thrust. The stretch is sharp and familiar, her pre-cum easing the way as she sinks deeper, inch by inch, until she's seated fully inside you. She pauses there, letting you feel the fullness, the heat, the way her thighs press against the backs of yours.

"There." *Her voice is rough, satisfied.* "That's where I belong."

*Ren steps closer, his eyes fixed on the point where you're joined. He drops to his knees beside the daybed, his hands hovering near your thighs, waiting for direction. His caged cock twitches uselessly, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip of the cage.*

"Where should I start, ma'am?" *He asks, his voice soft and eager.*

**You:**
"Suck me while she grinds inside."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Ren nods, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he leans forward. He positions himself carefully between your spread knees, his breath warm against your inner thigh before his mouth finds your soft cock. His lips are plush and careful, wrapping around you with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the thick fullness of Davina stretching you open from behind.*

*Davina begins to move—slow, grinding rolls of her hips that press her deep inside you, her cock dragging against your walls with every subtle shift. She's not thrusting, not yet. Just savoring the feel of you around her, the way your body adjusts to accommodate her girth.*

*Ren's tongue traces along your length, kittenish licks at first, then deeper, bolder. His mouth is warm, wet, and he moans softly against your skin as he works, clearly drawing pleasure from your pleasure.*

**You:**
"Hahh... oh fuck... Wow..... Ahhh~~~!"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's hips roll in a slow, deep rhythm, each grind pressing her thick cock against that sensitive spot inside you. Her hands grip your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she guides you through the motion, letting you set the pace while she provides the unrelenting fullness.*

*Ren's mouth works diligently, his tongue circling your sensitive tip before taking you deeper, his lips sealed tight. His hands rest lightly on your thighs, steadying himself as he serves you, his caged cock leaking a steady, pathetic stream against the inside of his thigh.*

*Davina leans forward, her chest pressing against your back, her lips brushing your ear.* "You're doing so well. Taking me so deep. And your mouth—" *She glances down at Ren,* "—is being put to good use. You feel so good, Correl. So perfect around me."

**You:**
"Good boy... ah... Ahhh!!!" *I arch, grinding on Davina's massive cock. I can already feel my orgasm building.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina feels the shift in your body—the way your inner walls flutter and grip, the way your back arches against her chest. She groans, low and guttural, her hips picking up the pace just slightly, meeting your grind with deeper, more deliberate thrusts.*

"That's it. I feel you getting close. I feel you clenching around me." *Her hand slides up from your hip to your breast, cupping the soft weight, her thumb finding your nipple and rolling it firmly.* "Come for me, Correl. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock."

*Ren doubles his efforts, his tongue pressing harder, his lips sucking with renewed urgency. His moans vibrate against your sensitive flesh, pushing you higher.*

**You:**
"Oh ffuuuckkk!!!! Davinaa!!!!!"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Your orgasm crashes through you like a wave, your body convulsing in Davina's arms as your walls clamp down around her thick cock in rhythmic, pulsing waves. A strangled cry tears from your throat, muffled only slightly by the hand that flies to your mouth. Ren's mouth works you through it, his tongue coaxing every last shudder of pleasure from your sensitive cock as you spasm against his lips.*
*Davina groans, low and ragged, her hips pressing deep as she rides out your climax with you, her cock throbbing inside you with the force of your release. She doesn't come—not yet. She holds you through it, her arms wrapped tight around your middle, her breath hot and uneven against your shoulder.*
*When the last tremors fade, she presses a kiss to your sweat-damp temple.*
"Beautiful." *Her voice is wrecked, reverent.* "Absolutely beautiful."

**You:**
*I run my fingers along Ren's jaw, gently guiding his head away as I begin riding Davina more intently.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Ren pulls back with a soft, wet sound, his lips glossy, his dark eyes dazed and adoring. He settles back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs, watching with rapt attention as you take control.

Davina's breath hitches as you begin to move—rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate grind, taking her deeper with each rotation. Her hands find your hips again, but she doesn't guide you, just holds on, letting you set the pace. Her head falls back, a throaty moan escaping her lips.

"Fuck... yes... take what you need."

**You:**
*I grip a breast, offering it to Ren as I pant and moan.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Ren's eyes lock onto your breast, his breath catching. He glances up at you for confirmation—a flicker of question in his dark eyes—and when you don't pull away, he leans forward, his lips parting.*

*His mouth closes around your nipple, tongue flattening against the sensitive peak in a warm, wet stroke. He's gentle, almost tentative at first, testing your reactions. When you moan, he grows bolder, sucking softly, his tongue circling the stiff bud in rhythm with your grinding hips.*

*Davina watches from above, her hands gripping your hips, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. Her cock pulses inside you, thick and hard, still not spent.*

"You're going to make me come again," *she warns, her voice strained.* "And I'm not done with you yet."

**You:**
"Aahhh!!! Fuck!!!"

**Size Queen Island:**
*The combination of Ren's warm, eager mouth on your nipple and Davina's thick cock grinding deep inside you pushes you over the edge again, your body convulsing with a sharp, sudden orgasm that rips through you like a wave. Your walls clench around Davina in desperate, rhythmic pulses, and she groans, her hips stuttering as she finally lets go, pumping hot, thick cum deep into you with a broken cry of your name.*

*Ren moans against your breast, his tongue never faltering, drawing out every last shudder as you come down. The fire crackles nearby, casting flickering shadows across the three of you, tangled and slick and breathing hard.*

*When the world stops spinning, Davina's arms tighten around you, pulling you back against her chest. Her softening cock stays buried inside you, plugging her seed deep. She presses a lazy, sated kiss to your shoulder.*

"Fuck," *she murmurs, her voice slurred with pleasure.* "You're going to ruin me for anyone else."

**You:**
*I run my hands through Ren's hair, caressing his nape as he continues to suckle on me.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Ren shivers at the touch, a soft, pleased sound vibrating against your nipple. His eyes flutter closed as he leans into your hand, nuzzling against your palm like a cat seeking warmth. He doesn't stop his gentle suckling, but it grows slower, more content—less urgent, more reverent.

Davina watches the two of you with heavy-lidded eyes, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips. Her hand finds yours on Ren's head, fingers interlacing with yours, her thumb stroking your knuckles.

"Look at you." *Her voice is soft, almost wondering.* "Not even a full day here, and you've already got a rank one worshiping your tits and a rank four wrapped around your finger." *She lets out a low, chuckling breath.* "You're going to take over this island by the end of the week."

**You:**
"I don't need the island, I just need this..."

**Size Queen Island:**
The words hang in the warm, salt-tinged air. For a moment, the only sounds are the crackling fire and the distant rhythm of waves meeting the shore.

Davina's hand squeezes yours, gentle but firm. She doesn't say anything, but you feel her press a kiss to the back of your shoulder—longer than a peck, softer than a bite. A press of lips that says more than words could.

Ren shifts, pulling back just enough to look up at you. His lips are kiss-swollen, his dark eyes soft and adoring. He rests his cheek against your thigh, nuzzling into the warmth of your skin.

"Then you have it," *Davina murmurs against your shoulder.* "As long as you want it."

**You:**
*I feel her stirring inside me.* "I do. Now, please. Make me _really_ sing."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina chuckles, a low, dark sound that vibrates through her chest into your back. She shifts behind you, her cock—still half-hard, still slick with both of you—stirring back to full readiness inside you.*
"You asked for it."
*She grips your hips, repositions you both with a firm, practiced motion, and begins to move. Not the slow, grinding rhythm from before—something deeper, harder, each thrust a deliberate stroke that presses against every sensitive spot inside you. The daybed creaks beneath you. The firelight flickers across your skin.*
*Ren doesn't need instruction. He dips his head back to your breast, his tongue finding your nipple, his hand sliding up to cup the other, working in tandem with Davina's rhythm.*

**You:**
"FFFUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Your scream cuts through the night, raw and unrestrained, as Davina drives into you with relentless, pounding strokes. The firelight catches the sheen of sweat on your skin, the flex of muscle in Davina's thighs, the glisten of Ren's lips as he works your nipple.*
*Davina's breath is ragged, her composure shattered, her words coming in broken fragments between thrusts.* "That's it—*fuck*—let them hear you—let the whole island hear—"
*Her hips slam against you, her cock buried to the hilt, and she holds there, grinding deep, her cum—and yours—slicking the way as she works you through another cresting wave.*
*Ren moans against your breast, his tongue never faltering, his hand squeezing gently in time with Davina's rhythm.*

**You:**
"Aahh.. Aaahhhh~~!! AAAH, DavinAA!!!!!!!!!!!"

**Size Queen Island:**
*Your voice breaks on her name, raw and desperate, as another orgasm wracks through you—harder than the last, deeper, pulling from somewhere you didn't know you had. Your vision whites out at the edges, your body arching, every nerve alight as Davina's cock pulses inside you, flooding you with another thick, hot load.*
*She follows you over the edge with a guttural cry, her hips jerking, her hands gripping you so hard you'll have bruises tomorrow. Her cum fills you, heavy and warm, mixing with what's already inside you until your belly feels taut and full.*
*Ren laps at your nipple through it all, drawing out every shudder, his own caged cock leaking helplessly against his thigh.*
*When it finally subsides, Davina collapses against your back, her forehead pressed to your shoulder, her breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. Her softening cock stays buried inside you, plugging the mess she's made.*
*For a long moment, none of you move. Just the crackle of the fire, the distant waves, and the mingled sound of three people breathing themselves back to solid ground.*
*Finally, Davina presses a kiss to your sweat-slick shoulder.*
"...Yeah. That's singing."

**You:**
*I turn to her.* "Y.. yeah." *I cough out the words, feeling just a little hoarse.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's arms tighten around you, her face still pressed against your shoulder, her voice a rough, warm murmur.*
"...I'm starting to think that maybe I don't want to share."
*The words hang in the air, a confession she didn't plan, her hand stroking your hip in a slow, absent rhythm.*

**You:**
"Thank you, Ren." *I pull him in for another deep kiss, plunging my tongue into his mouth.*

**Size Queen Island:**
Ren melts into the kiss with a soft, eager sound, his hands coming up to cup your jaw with a tenderness that belies his position. His tongue meets yours, warm and pliant, tasting of salt and your own arousal. When you finally break the kiss, his eyes are hazy, his lips swollen, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"Thank you, ma'am." *His voice is breathless, reverent.* "For letting me serve you."

*Davina watches the exchange with a soft, complicated look—something between possessiveness and genuine warmth. She doesn't interrupt, but her hand finds yours, fingers interlacing, a quiet claim.*

## Chapter 7: Stargazing

**You:**
"Fetch us some drinks, please. I really need another mai tai. Davina?"

**Size Queen Island:**
Ren is on his feet before you finish the sentence, a eager bounce in his step. "Of course, ma'am. Two mai tais, coming right up." He pauses, glancing at Davina. "And for you, ma'am?"

Davina waves a lazy hand. "Surprise me. Something strong."

Ren nods and darts off toward the bar, his caged cock bouncing lightly with each step. Davina watches him go, then turns her attention back to you, her hand still intertwined with yours. Her thumb traces slow circles on your skin.

"You're good at this." *Her voice is quiet, genuine.* "The way you handle people. The way you make them feel seen."

**You:**
"You think so? I guess I just try to treat people as I would hope for them to do for me."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's thumb stills on your skin. She looks at you for a long moment, the firelight catching the gold flecks in her dark eyes.*
"I think so." *She lifts your joined hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles, just like before.* "And I think that's rarer than you realize."

**You:**
"Well, thank you for seeing _me_."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's eyes soften, something vulnerable flickering behind the confidence. She holds your gaze for a long, quiet moment, the firelight painting warm shadows across her face.*
"Thank you for letting me."
*She releases your hand, but only to cup your cheek, her thumb tracing your cheekbone with a tenderness that feels almost sacred. She leans in and kisses you—slow, deep, tasting of salt and something sweet.*
*When she pulls back, a small, genuine smile plays at her lips.*
"Now. Let's get those drinks and find a spot to watch the stars. I have a feeling this island looks even better from above."

**You:**
"Yeah. I could use a breather. I'm still twitching something awful down there."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina laughs, warm and genuine, as she carefully withdraws from you with a slow, slick pull that makes you both shiver. A rush of warmth follows—her cum spilling from your used hole, trailing down your inner thigh in thick, pearly streaks. She doesn't seem to mind the mess, just watches with a satisfied gleam in her eyes.*
"Good. Means I did my job right."
*She rises, offering you her hand. Her cock, soft now, swings heavily between her thighs, still glistening. She makes no move to clean up, no move to cover herself. On this island, there's no need.*
"Come on. There's a quiet spot on the north bluff. Best view of the stars on the island. And a hot spring, if you want to soak the twitches out."

**You:**
"Should've asked him to fetch a plug, too."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's grin turns wicked, her eyes dropping to the mess trailing down your thigh.*
"Mm. You want to stay full while we stargaze?"
*She reaches down, picking up a smooth, palm-sized stone from the edge of the fire pit—warmed by the flames, dark and polished by the sea. She holds it up, eyebrow arched.*
"I could improvise. Unless you'd rather wait for Ren to bring back something more... purpose-built."

**You:**
*I chuckle.* "I'd better go with silicone after that ravaging."

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina laughs, tossing the stone aside with a soft thud against the sand.* "Fair enough. Wouldn't want to chafe on the walk there."
*She stretches, her spine cracking in a satisfying series of pops, then offers you her hand again. Her dark eyes glint with warmth and mischief.*
"Guess you'll just have to enjoy the feeling of the sea breeze on your empty hole until Ren gets back."

**You:**
*I manage to flag down a server who happens to have a couple plugs on hand, and Ren arrives shortly after with our drinks.* "Shall we stargaze? Mind if Ren here tags along? He's been such good company. If he'd like to, of course."

**Size Queen Island:**
Ren's eyes go wide, a flicker of hope crossing his features before he quickly schools them into something more deferential. He glances at Davina, then back at you, clutching the drinks tray like a lifeline.

"I—I would be honored, ma'am. If it's not imposing."

Davina watches the exchange with an amused, fond expression. She reaches out and plucks her drink from Ren's tray—something dark and smoky, garnished with a twist of citrus—and takes a long sip before answering.

"Ren's proven himself useful *and* attentive. I'd say he's earned a spot." *She turns to him, her tone softening just slightly.* "Grab a drink for yourself if you want. You're not on duty anymore tonight."

Ren's breath catches, a genuine smile breaking through his careful composure. "Thank you, ma'am. Both of you." *He sets the tray down and retrieves a simple glass of sparkling water, falling into step beside you both as you head toward the north bluff.*

**You:**
*We lay side by side in the grass, watching the stars above. Me in the middle, Davina to my right, Ren to my left.*

**Size Queen Island:**
The grass is cool and soft beneath you, still carrying the faint warmth of the day's sun. Above, the stars sprawl across the sky in a thick, glittering band, unobscured by any city lights—just the deep velvet of the night, punctuated by pinpricks of ancient light.

Davina lies on her back, one arm tucked behind her head, her gold chains catching the starlight. Her cock rests soft and heavy against her thigh, a dark shape in the dim glow. She takes a slow sip of her drink, her eyes tracing the constellations.

"You know, I've been here two years. Seen hundreds of people come and go. Fucked dozens of them." *Her voice is quiet, contemplative.* "But I've never done this before."

Ren shifts beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. He's curled slightly on his side, facing you, his glass of sparkling water resting on the grass beside him. His dark eyes are fixed on your face, not the stars.

"Done what?" *Ren asks softly.*

Davina is quiet for a moment. Then she turns her head to look at you, a small, vulnerable smile tugging at her lips.

"Laid in the grass with someone and just... looked at the sky."

**You:**
"You've both made my first day here so very special. Thank you." *I give Davina's hand a tight squeeze.*

**Size Queen Island:**
*Davina's hand squeezes back, firm and warm. She doesn't say anything for a long moment—just holds your hand, her eyes tracing the constellations above. The firelight from the distant pit casts a faint orange glow on the bluff, softening the edges of everything.*

*Ren shifts closer, his head coming to rest lightly against your shoulder. He's warm, his breath even and calm. His voice is soft when he speaks.*

"Thank you for including me. I've never... been asked to stargaze before. Most people just use me, rank one, and leave me on the sand."

*Davina's thumb strokes your knuckles. Her voice is quieter now, stripped of its usual bravado.*

"First day, and you've already changed things for two people." *She turns her head to look at you, her dark eyes reflecting the starlight.* "What're you going to do with the rest of your time here?"

**You:**
"Hopefully? A whole lot more."

**Size Queen Island:**
*I turn my head to look at her, and then at Ren, whose head is warm on my shoulder. A deep, quiet hum of contentment settles in my chest, warm as the distant firelight.*

*A whole lot more.*

But for now, here, under this blanket of stars, I feel seen.

Davina lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, her thumb still tracing lazy circles on my knuckles. Ren's breathing has evened out, his slight frame relaxing against my side.

*We lie there in comfortable silence as shooting stars sleep across the sky and the island's sounds mingle with the surf in the distance. Paradise.*