Alone in paradise 2, p.16
Alone In Paradise 2, page 16
I nodded, feeling a strange flutter in my chest at the mention of Lysara. “Only through dreams,” I admitted. “She’s spoken to me several times now. She’s even… given me certain abilities. I can heal wounds. I have some kind of fire, heating power too … fertility power as well. And strength I never had before, and she also enhanced my body.”
Elyndra’s eyes widened. “That’s… promising,” she whispered. “Very promising indeed. My daughter cannot connect with just anyone. She can only reach out to those she deems worthy or attractive.” Her eyes trailed down my body again. “I can certainly understand her interest. You’re quite appealing.”
“Thank you,” I said, feeling my cheeks flush slightly.
“It means her spirit remains,” Elyndra continued, a hint of hope lighting her eyes. “Sealed away but not destroyed. Still conscious and still aware.”
“She told me that,” I said quietly. “In one of the dreams, and also in her diary.”
Elyndra’s face crumpled, her eyes dropping to the ground. For a moment, she seemed to freeze, then her shoulders began to shake. “You know,” she whispered. “You know what I did to her.”
Tears began to stream down her cheeks, falling into the lake at her feet. The water rippled as each teardrop hit its surface.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Natalia moved forward instinctively, putting an arm around Elyndra’s shoulders despite the goddess’s height. Teodora joined her, offering comfort from the other side.
“There could have been other solutions,” Elyndra wept, her magnificent breasts heaving with each sob. “I could have shielded her, hidden her away somewhere safe. But I was afraid, so afraid of what was happening.”
She looked up at me, her eyes swimming with tears. “You can’t imagine how beautiful she was, how innocent and joyful. Even as a child, she radiated a light that drew everyone to her. As she grew, that light only intensified. She was the goddess of passion, fertility, and love that defies all rules, so stunning that men and gods alike were willing to tear the world apart just to possess her.”
Elyndra’s voice grew stronger as she continued, though tears still streamed down her face. “The wars began when she refused to marry any of the gods who sought her hand. They became enraged, fighting amongst themselves for the right to claim her. Their battles created waves the size of tsunamis. Volcanoes erupted, turning the skies black with ash. Storms raged across the heavens, threatening to destroy everything.”
She pulled away from Natalia and Teodora, walking to the edge of the lake. “I acted on impulse, out of fear,” she said, her voice hollow. “My brother and I … we sealed her away. My own daughter, my beautiful, innocent child. We trapped her essence, hiding her from the world to stop the destruction.”
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. “I miss her so much,” she whispered. “Every day, every moment, I miss her. There has never been anyone like her, never will be again.” She turned back to us, her eyes distant with memory. We just let her talk, letting her let it out. “She loved riding horses across the meadows. She would spend hours by her lake, swimming and playing in the water. She was so beautiful, so naturally sensual. She discovered her own body’s pleasures, finding joy in her sexuality without shame.”
Natalia reached out again, putting a comforting hand on Elyndra’s arm. Teodora did the same, both of them murmuring soothing words.
I stepped forward, looking directly into Elyndra’s tear-stained face. “Is there a way to free her?” I asked. “To break the seal?”
Elyndra studied me for a long moment. “It would take a man of extraordinary qualities,” she said finally. “Someone attractive enough to catch her interest, strong enough to endure the challenges ahead. Lysara has always been drawn to men who can navigate complex relationships.”
I thought about everything that had happened since we’d arrived on the Island. “I think Lysara brought us here,” I said slowly. “All of us. My family, and even Teodora and Luna. I think she arranged for us to be shipwrecked on her Island.”
Elyndra nodded, wiping away her tears. “That’s likely correct since she has the power to do so,” she agreed. “If she’s reached out to you in dreams and granted you powers, she’s testing you. She’s seeing if you’re able to navigate the complexities of these relationships well.” Her eyes moved over our group, taking in each woman. “And from what I can see, you’ve done well so far, but the journey is far from complete.”
The realization hit me then, the importance of what I’d been doing with my family, with Teodora and Luna. It wasn’t just about physical pleasure or even love. It was about proving myself worthy of Lysara by being a good lover to them all.
Elyndra’s eyes lingered on my sisters for a moment before she added, “The fact that you share an unconventional relationship with your family is actually quite appealing to Lysara. She’s always believed that love between family members is the purest and most powerful form.”
Sabrina nodded enthusiastically. “We feel the same way,” she admitted. “There’s nothing better than being with people who truly know and love you.”
I watched as Elyndra’s tears gradually subsided, a fragile hope replacing the grief in her eyes. “Perhaps there is a chance,” she whispered. “Maybe I will see her again after all this time.”
She turned to face us fully, her magnificent breasts gleaming. “I used to make sex toys for her,” she continued, her voice growing stronger. “Beautiful pieces carved from ivory and rare woods. I’d show them to her, teaching her which buttons to push, and how to achieve orgasm.”
Elyndra’s gaze turned distant with memory. “I taught her how to kiss, too. We would practice for hours.” A small smile played on her lips. “She kept talking about wanting me to teach her about sex, to be involved as well. She trusted me most of all.”
Her voice broke slightly. “When I told her about our decision to seal her away, she couldn’t stop crying. I’ve never seen such heartbreak.”
Natalia put an arm around her shoulders. “I can’t imagine how difficult that must have been,” she said.
Teodora took one of Elyndra’s hands in hers. “You were trying to protect her, to save everyone,” she said. “That takes incredible strength.”
I couldn’t bear to see her suffering anymore. I stepped forward, meeting Elyndra’s gaze. “You can’t just keep crying here forever,” I said firmly. “And I’m certain Lysara will forgive you when she understands everything that happened.”
Elyndra nodded slowly, hope flickering in her eyes. “I hope so,” she whispered. “More than anything, I hope so.”
Hailey moved to stand beside me. “Why don’t you come with us to the clearing?” she suggested. “It must be lonely staying here by yourself.”
“Wouldn’t you rather have some company?” I added.
Elyndra seemed to consider this for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, I think I would prefer that,” she said, straightening her shoulders. “I’d rather have company and go with you.”
“You can ride behind me and Natalia,” I offered, gesturing toward our horse.
Elyndra shook her head. “I have a horse of my own,” she said. She put two fingers to her lips and released a clear, melodious whistle.
Within moments, a golden horse trotted into the clearing. The animal approached Elyndra, nuzzling her hand affectionately.
She mounted the golden steed. Her nude body looked sexy atop the horse, her long golden hair cascading down her back. As the horse shifted beneath her, her breasts swayed and jiggled beautifully.
We headed down the hill and mounted our own horses and set off together, heading back toward the clearing. As we rode, Elyndra’s golden hair streamed behind her like a banner. I couldn’t help but glance over occasionally, admiring how her breasts bounced with each of the horse’s strides.
“I haven’t been to the clearing in quite some time,” Elyndra admitted as we rode. “It brings back so many memories of watching Lysara spend time there. She loved to gather flowers and make wreaths for her hair.”
“There’ll be plenty of time to make new memories once Lysara is awake again,” I promised her, feeling a strange certainty that somehow, we would succeed in freeing her daughter.
Elyndra turned to me with a genuine smile, the first I’d seen from her. “That’s sweet of you to say,” she replied, her eyes meeting mine.
Something sparked between us at that moment. I wondered how long it had been since she’d been touched, since she’d felt desired. The goddess radiated a powerful sensuality that was impossible to ignore, and I felt myself responding to it.
* * *
By the time we reached the clearing, the sun was beginning to lower in the sky. Natalia immediately set about preparing a meal, roasting some fish we’d caught earlier over a small fire. While the others helped with the food, I sat beside Elyndra, keeping her company.
“Tell me about your family,” she said, her voice warm with curiosity. “What is it like to love them the way you do? To be with them intimately?”
I thought for a moment, trying to find the right words. “It’s the best feeling in the world,” I answered honestly. “There’s love and a bond that goes beyond ordinary relationships. It’s like our bodies already know each other, like we’re meant to fit together.”
Elyndra nodded in understanding. “Yes, exactly,” she agreed. “That’s how it was with my brother, Arkatheon. Lysara was born out of our love for each other.”
“Is he still alive?” I asked gently.
She shook her head, sorrow clouding her features again. “No. He ended his life after we sealed Lysara away. The regret was too much for him to bear.”
My heart ached for her. “I’m sorry,” I said, reaching out to touch her hand. “That’s a lot to process, to carry with you.”
“Thank you for your kindness,” she said, turning her hand to grasp mine. “It means more than you know.”
We continued talking as the sun sank lower, our conversation growing more intimate with each passing minute. I found myself drawn to her wisdom, her strength, and, of course, her beauty.
“You’re truly beautiful,” I said, looking into her eyes. “Not just attractive, you have this god-like beauty that’s almost overwhelming.”
A gentle smile touched Elyndra’s lips. “That’s very kind of you to say,” she replied, her voice like warm honey. “I find you quite appealing as well. There’s something about your eyes … They remind me of the ocean on a calm day.”
Our gazes held for a long moment, and I felt something electric pass between us. Her fingers brushed against mine, sending a pleasant shiver up my arm. I was about to say something more when Natalia called out that dinner was ready.
“Come eat,” Natalia said, gesturing us over to where she’d laid out the food on large leaves.
We joined the others around the small fire. Natalia made sure to sit beside Elyndra, offering her the choicest pieces of fish and the ripest fruits. It was touching to see how Natalia tried to comfort her, asking questions about her favorite foods and sharing stories about her own modeling days.
“The lake you made for Lysara is truly magical,” Teodora said, leaning forward with genuine interest. “I’ve never seen water so clear and beautiful.”
“And those sex toys you made for her,” Sabrina chimed in with her typical lack of filter. “That was really nice of you. Most moms wouldn’t be so cool about that stuff.”
I rolled my eyes at my sister’s comment, but Elyndra just laughed. “Everything I created for her was made with care and love,” she said, her voice tender with memory. “The toys, the lake, her clothing… I poured my heart into each gift.”
“Are you a goddess?” Luna asked, cocking her head to the side.
“I am indeed,” Elyndra said. “But my powers have waned since my depression. The only thing that’s left of me is that I don’t age.”
“That’s still cool,” Luna said. “I can’t imagine how that would be.”
After we finished eating, Luna surprised us by pulling out her flute. “Dylan and I made this earlier,” she said, running her fingers over the polished surface. “Would you mind if I played something?”
“I love music,” Elyndra said, the smile reaching her eyes.
We all encouraged her, and soon the clearing filled with a beautiful melody. Luna played with her eyes closed, her fingers dancing over the holes of the flute as if she’d been born to make music.
When she finished, Elyndra applauded enthusiastically. “You have remarkable talent,” she said, genuine admiration in her voice. “Music like that is rare.”
Luna blushed at the praise, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you,” she replied shyly.
The sky had darkened considerably by now, stars beginning to appear overhead. Natalia suggested we get some sleep, and we all agreed, feeling the exhaustion of the day settling into our bones.
As we prepared our sleeping area with soft leaves and moss, Sabrina and Hailey exchanged glances before Sabrina spoke up. “Elyndra, why don’t you sleep next to Dylan?” she suggested. “We know he’d make you comfortable.”
“That’s thoughtful of you,” Elyndra said, looking genuinely touched by the offer. “I would appreciate that.”
We settled down for the night, with Elyndra lying beside me. As the others drifted off to sleep, I noticed her shivering slightly. Without thinking, I focused on the heating power that Lysara had given me, channeling warmth into my hands as I gently placed an arm around Elyndra.
She sighed in relief, her body relaxing against mine. “That feels wonderful,” she whispered. “Thank you, Dylan. You’ve been such a kind man to your family and me. It’s been so long since anyone showed me such consideration.”
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her neck, surprised by the sweet, honeyed taste of her skin.
“Rest now,” I whispered, continuing to channel warmth into her. “Tomorrow we’ll figure out how to free Lysara.”
Elyndra turned slightly to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes shining in the moonlight. “You truly believe it’s possible, don’t you?”
“I do,” I replied with conviction. “Lysara wouldn’t have brought us here if there wasn’t hope.”
She smiled and settled back against me, her breathing gradually deepening as she fell asleep. I stayed awake a while longer, watching the stars through gaps in the trees above us. For the first time since we’d crashed on this Island, I felt a real sense of purpose. We were here for a reason, and somehow, I was going to help free Lysara from her prison.
With that thought comforting me, I finally closed my eyes and drifted into sleep, my arm still protectively around the goddess beside me.
* * *
I dreamt that night, but it wasn’t like any dream I’d had before. I saw Elyndra, her body swollen with child, caressing the swell and looking forward to motherhood. The scene was vivid, almost as if I was watching a memory rather than dreaming. Then she gave birth on the green hill. Her face contorted with pain transformed into pure joy as she held her newborn daughter for the first time. Lysara. The baby had a glow about her, something otherworldly and beautiful.
The dream shifted, and I watched Elyndra nursing her infant daughter, her face serene as Lysara suckled at her breast. Time seemed to accelerate. Suddenly Lysara was a toddler, her small hand clutched in her mother’s as they walked through meadows of wildflowers. Elyndra was happy, her eyes never leaving her daughter.
I saw Elyndra sewing fabrics, fashioning them into beautiful clothes for Lysara. The girl grew before my eyes, becoming a teen, then a young woman. They sat together by a lake, talking intimately, Lysara’s head resting on her mother’s shoulder as they discussed matters of the heart, of desire and of love.
Then Lysara stood before her mother as a fully grown woman, breathtakingly beautiful. Elyndra’s face shone with pride as she admired her daughter, gently cupping Lysara’s breasts and commenting on their perfect shape. She brushed Lysara’s golden hair, the strands glimmering in the sunlight as mother and daughter laughed together.
But the sky behind them suddenly darkened. Storm clouds gathered, and I heard the thunder of warfare. Gods fought in the heavens, their battles raging over land and sea. Lysara’s face crumpled in devastation as she watched the destruction unfold.
The scene changed again. Elyndra and a man who must have been her brother stood before Lysara on a mountaintop. Lysara was weeping, begging her mother not to do what she was about to do. But Elyndra’s face was set with determination, though tears streamed down her cheeks. Together with her brother, she performed a ritual, sealing her daughter.
The final image was of Elyndra alone on top of the green hill, the same one we’d found her beside. She wept uncontrollably, her tears falling into the water, creating ripples that seemed to go on forever. Her grief was overwhelming, crushing, and somehow I could feel it all, the weight of her regret, her self-loathing, and her desperate longing for her daughter.
* * *
I woke up, my heart pounding. The feeling of Elyndra’s grief lingered, heavy in my chest. I noticed immediately that she was no longer beside me. The clearing was quiet, everyone else still asleep in the predawn darkness. I sat up, scanning our surroundings, and spotted her sitting alone near a patch of moonflowers that glowed in the darkness.
Quietly, I rose and made my way over to her. Elyndra sat with her knees pulled to her chest, her shoulders shaking as she wept. Her lightish dark blonde hair pooled around her on the ground, shimmering slightly even in the dim light.
“Elyndra?” I whispered, not wanting to startle her.
She looked up, her face wet with tears, her eyes red and puffy. “Dylan,” she said. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”
I sat down beside her, placing a hand on her back. “Are you okay?”
She shook her head. “I had a nightmare. About Lysara, about what I did to her.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I have them sometimes. Not every night, but often enough.”
“I think I saw it too,” I admitted. “I dreamed about you giving birth to her, raising her, and then…” I trailed off, not wanting to make her relive the painful memory.
