Island Retreat 3: Sea of Change

By Lyka Bloom

Return to the island of fantasies, where the darkest, most taboo fantasies are realized. As a new caretaker comes to the island, a trio of unsuspecting travelers discovers they are to be new residents of this island of transformation and seduction.

Minds will be erased, bodies will be changed, and a new era begins!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lyka Bloom
• Release date: Oct 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215230459

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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ISLAND RETREAT 3: SEA OF CHANGE

by Lyka Bloom

ISLAND RETREAT 3: SEA OF CHANGE

First Edition. October 14, 2023 at Smashwords.

Copyright © 2023 Lyka Bloom

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Marla's dress was light and soft against her skin. The sea air tugged at it, whipped it around her legs, but the act was not one of violence. It was a caress, a soft pull toward the future ahead. Spray erupted at the bow while the private charter bounced up and down on the waves.

Might want to take a seat, missy, their captain warned. His skin was stained dark by countless days on the sea, his face peppered by a short, untrimmed beard. A scar ran along the left side of his face like an actual pirate, though he had no drawl. It was only a soft Spanish lilt that Marla quite liked. His voice was more musical than his worn features might suggest.

I like watching the water.

It calls. I knew a man who watched so long, one day he walked off the end of the boat and down into the water. Never saw him again.

Maybe it was a mermaid, James offered, climbing out of the cabin with Maggie on his heels. The two students were the reason for the journey. Their focus was more on their budding romance than the task at hand, Marla mused.

No mermaids, the captain said. He sounded disappointed.

Have you ever seen anything strange out here? Maggie asked.

She had James's hand in hers. Marla tried not to notice too much. It was best that her eyes linger only a moment on the tawny blonde.

Plenty strange, but never a mermaid, my dear, the captain crooned. And best you all stay off the bridge. We're coming on some dangerous water. Reefs under the surface, hard to spot but they can take a bite out of the hull if we're not careful.

Good advice. Come along, young learners.

Marla shooed them back to the stern, a wide deck where bench seats lined the sides and gear was stored. It was also where they took their meals on makeshift tables when the weather and waves allowed. And more than once Marla caught Maggie and James there at night with a waxing moon to light them, doing that perilous and hungry dance of young lust. Hands slipped into waistbands and under shirts, but Marla still entertained the notion that her college beauty was a virgin. While it was unethical for a professor to date a student, it was impossible for Marla not to admire the girl. She possessed an athletic body and subtle but enticing curves. It was no wonder that she saved herself for an All-American boy like James. He was on the short side, but no shorter than Maggie, with a peaked nose and scruffy cheeks, stylish, unlike the scrub on the captain's face. He, too, was well-built and ran track when he wasn't pursuing Maggie or his studies.

We're only a day out, Marla told them. Enjoy the ocean tonight. We'll be on St. Chris's for two weeks with nothing but dried food and peanuts.

I can't wait, Maggie said. She had a perfect smile, lots of white teeth, and a way of craning her neck to smile when she was filled with joy. Again, Marla pulled her gaze away from the girl hanging on James's shoulder. I feel like Darwin at the Galapagos.

"Same. It'll be fascinating to see a closed ecosystem. Maybe we'll even find something new. We'll call it Maggius Jamesus," the boy teased.

I don't care if we find anything. I just want to get home in one piece, said the final member of their quartet. Selma Perez was climbing out of the lower cabin, looking no better than she had when the voyage began. Sea travel did not suit her, and she remained green around the gills since they set sail.

I hope you feel better soon, Ms. Perez.

She'll be fine. Maybe you two should enjoy the ocean while you can. We should be there soon.

It didn't take a careful observer to see the way Marla's eyes lingered on Maggie. And Selma Perez was a very careful observer, despite her seasickness. When Marla's eyes tore away from the pretty blonde, Selma's stare awaited.

It is a shame you feel bad. You don't look well. Usually, you're so put together, but since we got on the boat... Marla trailed off, allowing the sour expression to finish the sentence for her.

Well enough to keep an eye on the kids. You never know when you might find a predator. Or where.

Marla enjoyed sparring with the chaperone, a biology professor in her own right. Despite her scientific background, she was a moralist of the first degree. Maybe it was the Catholic upbringing, considering her Hispanic roots, or maybe she came to the bible-thumping on her own. Regardless of its origin, it was a real waste. Selma was thick in all the right places, with natural caramel skin and dark hair that ran in waves down her back and over her shoulders. Her lips were maddeningly full. And she had a nice rump and full tits that would have been a great deal of fun to experience first hand... or considering Perez's cup size, maybe hands... but the professor was too prim and reserved for a sapphic romp. She might not care for men much either. Marla had never seen her with one, at least.