Nymphet

By Lyka Bloom

When Daniel is washed ashore after a freak storm, he discovers the island that saved his life may also be a prison he cannot escape. Sensual and mythological creatures seduce him with a life of pleasure - at the cost of his own masculinity! Can he escape their siren song or will he join their ranks as a nymphet?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Oct 12, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301020676

Lyka Bloom

Lyka Bloom writes various forms of fiction, but erotica has become a new passion. She preferstransformations and games of control, and enjoys exploring all the perverse kinks bubbling beneath the surface of sexuality.

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NYMPHET

by Lyka Bloom

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

NYMPHET

First Edition. October 12, 2013 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2013 Lyka Bloom

Written by Lyka Bloom

www.LykaBloom.com

Rough Waters

The storm came up fast, with winds that pushed the sails, the ropes securing the mainsail straining and creaking with a disturbing volume. The seventeen-foot skiff rode up the high waves that swelled ahead, tumbling down the opposite side and nearly spilling its one-man crew into the deep.

Daniel Fleming was no amateur, but the suddenness and ferocity of the storm was beyond his experience. He tried to signal a mayday from the radio tucked under the lip of the hull, but he received no response. The day cruise he planned had become an exercise in survival as he fumbled with the knots tying the sail in an attempt to drop them before the winds could tatter them or, worse, push the skiff on its side into the waters, spilling Daniel and his gear into the ocean.

He couldn't have been more than three miles offshore, but the rain that fell, stinging his skin with its velocity as the wind whipped it around, limited his visibility and hid the safety of shore from him.

When he saw the small island, no more than a couple of miles in diameter, he fired up the small outboard motor and aimed the skiff for it, but the engine was no match for the fury of the sea, and the waves pounded the port hull, bending the mast nearly parallel to the water. Daniel thought of his home, empty now that his wife was gone, and his friends who would probably not be concerned at his disappearance until work at the beginning of the week, too late to help him for sure. He gripped the sides of his life vest, seeing the wave coming, a monster fifteen-footer that curled at the tip, and he knew it would strike the skiff broadside and send it under the surface. He closed his eyes as the water descended, and squeezed his eyes tight.

The wave rolled the skiff over, the mast cutting through the water as the hull turned, and Daniel was ripped from the seat of the skiff, sent spinning beneath the waves, the turbulent waters disorienting him. He clung to the life preserver, and, finally, felt himself