Castaways: Love's Island Legacy

A loving couple get on an island dont know what to do think to start conceive babies to crate a loving family on island

Embarking onto the virgin island was the easy part. Being stranded with no idea how to proceed was more complicated. But once Olivia saw the frenzied hunger in Ryan's eyes as he gazed her way, she knew exactly what she wanted. Together they could carve out a future, and it would start now. Their clothes came off in a frenzy the moment their tent was set up, the forest canopy above filtering sunlight through the thin canvas. The island's humidity coated Olivia’s naked skin in a thin sheen of sweat. Her nipples stiffened beneath the moisture. It was different from the city. The liberties of the outdoors made her feel alive, her senses sharper, her hunger deeper. Ryan's body was already moving towards hers, his muscles glistening in the dappled light. His cock was hard, bouncing slightly as he approached. Ryan gripped Olivia by the hips and pulled her into him. His erection nestled between her thighs and she was consumed with yearning. She took him in her hand, stroking hard, making his breath stagger. She thought about how he would fit inside her, stretching her wider. Ryan groaned and gripped her wrist, pushing her hand away. He was too eager to wait. Suddenly, he shoved her down onto the softened earth, his mouth instantly finding her clit. The breath she had been holding whooshed out in a rush and her back arched. He plunged a finger in, then a second, her wetness easing his way. Olivia moaned, grinding against his fingertips. Before she could fully snap back to reality, Ryan was shifting up, thrusting into her. She gasped. Ryan felt enormous inside her. Such a pure rush of pressure and pleasure. The moment was instant; the tide glossing over her body was almost too much, too quickly.

After this Olivia felt her body with something belonging to Ryan well it was his semen that he lovingly left in Olivia for her to make their first child on this island.

She felt his cock pulse deep inside her, releasing his hot seed. Olivia let out a soft gasp, feeling the warmth spread. She'd never felt more connected, more eager to create life with him. Ryan's body was slick with sweat, his muscles tensed as he emptied himself into her. He groaned, a low, primal sound, before collapsing onto her, his weight a welcome pressure. Her fingers dug into his back, holding him close. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching the rhythm of her own. His breath was ragged, hot against her neck. He shifted slightly, his cock still semi-hard inside her, but he made no move to withdraw. Instead, he propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with a fierce intensity. "Fuck, Olivia," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "I want to do that again. And again. Until you're pregnant with our baby." Olivia smiled, her body already humming with anticipation. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her. "Who's stopping you?" Her fingers trailed down his spine, heading towards his ass. "I'm all yours, Ryan. All yours for as long as it takes."

Ryan grinned, a wicked curve of his lips, and kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He began to move again, slowly at first, drawing out every sensation. Olivia's hips rose to meet his, her body eager and responsive. They fell into a steady rhythm, their breaths syncing, their bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of their previous exertions. Over the past week, they'd explored every inch of each other, their desire insatiable. They'd fucked on the sandy beach under the stars, the sound of waves crashing against the shore drowning out their moans. They'd taken each other in the shallow waters of a hidden lagoon, the warm sea lapping at their skin as Ryan bent her over a rock, his hands gripping her hips tightly. They'd made love in the dense jungle, the scent of damp earth and exotic flowers filling the air as they tangled limbs in the soft moss. They'd tried everything, from slow and gentle to fast and furious. Ryan had taken her from behind, his hand wrapping in her hair, pulling her head back as he pounded into her. She'd ridden him, her breasts bouncing, his hands gripping her thighs as he met her thrust for thrust. They'd pleasuring each other with mouths and hands, learning every curve, every sensitive spot. One night, under the full moon, Ryan had tied her hands to a tree with a makeshift rope, her body exposed and vulnerable. He'd teased her, his fingers and tongue bringing her to the brink before leaving her panting, needing more. When he finally entered her, it was with a force that left her screaming his name, her body convulsing around him. Now, as they moved together, Olivia could feel another orgasm building. She bit down on Ryan's shoulder, her nails digging into his back as her body tensed. Ryan groaned, his pace quickening, his cock swelling inside her. "Come with me, Olivia," he growled, his voice rough with need. Her body obeyed, waves of pleasure crashing over her as Ryan thrust deep, his own release spilling into her. They collapsed onto the earth, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. As they lay there, Olivia couldn't help but smile. This was their life now, a never-ending dance of desire and discovery. And she wouldn't have it any other way.

After a week while having food suddenly Olivia felt uneasy and vomitted it was a happy vomit as this indicated Ryan succeeded in getting a baby in Olivia

Olivia's hand flew to her mouth, too late to stop the rush of nausea. She turned, retching onto the sand, her body heaving. Ryan was at her side in an instant, his hand rubbing her back gently. "What is it?" he asked, concern etching lines into his forehead. She looked up at him, her eyes watery, and smiled weakly. "I think... I think you finally did it," she said, her voice hoarse from vomit. Ryan stared at her, his eyes wide with realization. "You're pregnant?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. She nodded, laughing softly as another wave of nausea hit her. Ryan's face split into a grin, and he swept her up into his arms, lifting her off the ground. He spun her around, laughing, his joy infectious. "I did it," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "We did it." Olivia laughed, holding onto him tightly as he set her down. She felt a rush of happiness, followed by another wave of nausea. She pushed him away gently, "Easy there," she said, laughing. "I think I need to lie down." Ryan nodded, his grin never fading as he led her to their makeshift bed, a hammock strung between two palm trees. He lay down beside her, his hand resting on her stomach. "Our baby," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. She turned to him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Our baby," she agreed, her voice soft. She could feel his cock stirring against her thigh, his desire for her unquenched even after a week of constant mating. Ryan's hand slipped lower, cupping her sex gently. "I want to fuck you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to fuck my baby into you, over and over again." She smiled, her body already responding to his touch. "Then what are you waiting for?" she challenged, her hips lifting slightly to meet his hand.

A very small delighting sex happened keeping in mind of the fact that one baby is already there.Its been 2 weeks since the news.and now Olivia and Ryan thinking about baby sleep together but dont have sex considering it safe for baby.All of a sudden a girl aaparently similar to Olivia ended up on island.

Ryan's fingers paused, hovering over Olivia's thigh. His eyes met hers, a silent question passing between them. She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It's been weeks. I want this," she whispered, her voice laced with desire and longing. Ryan's hand moved, his fingers tracing the inside of her thigh, teasing, tantalizing. Suddenly, a faint sound cut through the humid air, a soft cry echoing from the shore. Olivia tensed, her head snapping towards the sound. "What was that?" she murmured, her brow furrowing. Ryan's hand stilled, his body turning towards the noise. "I'm not sure," he replied, his voice low, cautious. They listened, their breaths held, as the cry came again, louder this time, carrying the unmistakable sound of pain and desperation. Ryan was on his feet in an instant, his body tense, ready. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice firm. Olivia nodded, her eyes wide with concern. She watched as he disappeared into the dense foliage, his steps swift and silent. She lay back, her heart pounding, her mind racing. The cry came again, closer this time, and Olivia's breath hitched. There was something familiar about it, something that sent a shiver down her spine. She sat up, her ears straining, her body alert. The cry came again, and this time, Olivia was sure. She jumped up, her heart pounding in her chest. It sounded like... it sounded like her. She moved towards the shore, her steps hurried, her heart pounding. As she neared the water's edge, she saw him, Ryan, kneeling by a figure lying on the sand. As she approached, the figure turned, and Olivia's breath caught in her throat. It was a woman, her hair matted, her clothes torn, but her face... her face was a mirror image of Olivia's.