It had been a full day since their boat sank. It was a snorkeling excursion called "Reef Discovery" that she found before her solo vacation a few weeks prior, and read nothing but glowing reviews. The cruise was full of honeymooning couples, single girls celebrating a birthday, families, a few men who worked for the tour, and a beautiful, bearded captain, Jared. And now, they found themselves stranded on a deserted island, in the middle of the ocean, with no way to safety.

Everyone was pairing off and finding their groups. Families were building shelter, and the women were searching for any single man to help them. You could tell they hadn't spent a single night in the wilderness and were all in a panic. Piper was alone and trying to make her own way as she usually did, but she wasn't the only one who noticed the captain... that was clear. The women were trying to weasle their way onto his good side... trying to build a camaraderie with him... considering he had muscles for days, and had clearly spent time in the wild, his attention would only benefit them, in more ways than one... and they did everything they could think of to get his attention. Piper had three brothers and spent many hours out in nature with them, building forts and fishing with homemade rods, so she pulled up her long brown hair and started constructing a mediocre shelter. Something to keep her somewhat dry, and hopefully a little bit safe. She couldn't waste time on Jared; she needed to focus on survival. He seemed like a grump anyway.

Piper could read Jared better than the others on the island. He introduced himself at the beginning of the trip, but didn't say much after that... he left most of the small talk to the rest of the crew. He was standoffish and didn't like attention, a clear introvert through and through. He spent the first 24 hours building a massive shelter for him and only him, complete with a door made from part of the sail, and a thick, waterproof roof of thatched palm leaves. He seemed a bit sad, and Piper was worried. He didn't leave his hut much, even during meals.

Everyone attempted to find food and water. Each night, they built a fire and made as much food as they could to fill their hungry bellies. Piper knew Jared was struggling, so instead of annoying him with her presence, she left some food by his door each night. It was always gone in the morning, so she knew he received it. The plate was clean and ready for more food the next day. Piper never let him go hungry... no one deserved to starve, especially the captain. She knew he felt guilt for getting them into this situation, but it wasn't his fault, and she wanted him to know it.

Jared was gruff. He spoke to no one. Everyone at the camp got his cold shoulder. The men picked fights, and the women fought for his attention. Piper just watched from afar like she always did, but was sure to bring him meals and even dessert when they had it. Sometimes she would knock, but he never answered... but the plate was always pulled into his hut soon after she left, even when the portions were meager. She knew he was grateful; occasionally she saw him through the slats as she walked away... his eyes on her, always.

About a week later, under her poorly made shelter, Piper fought for sleep. She could feel the icy rain falling on her cheeks and bare legs. She was cold, but would never admit to anyone that she needed help. It wasn't like her to be a burden, and she didn't want to put anyone out. She knew she was alone in this, and she was okay with that. She would work on her shelter tomorrow. After she fell into a cold sleep, she woke up in the morning-- warm, covered in a thick wool blanket that smelled of salt and juniper. Next to her tiny collection of personal items was a note carved onto a leaf.

"Thank you for the food... I hope you stayed warm."

Each night, Piper found little clues that Jared saw her struggle and wanted to help her. Supplies for a fire were placed next to her bed, a thicker roof and walls were added to her shelter when she wasn't looking, and a carved weapon that she could use for protection was placed under her blanket. Jared and Piper had yet to speak, but they caught eyes often. It hurt to see the other women enter his shelter, only to leave a few minutes later. They always looked defeated and sad, but they seemed to love any attention they got from him. Were they pleasuring him? Was he pleasuring them? She felt so alone, but every small gift she received felt like a surprise she was able to look forward to each passing day.

Piper continued to bring Jared food, and his plate continued to be clean day after day, but three weeks into being stranded, the group started to realize their food supply was dwindling. They were able to catch fish, but not enough to feed everyone. That's when a small group volunteered to go into the jungle to find more fruit and edible plants... maybe even animals. Piper was growing hungrier by the day. She knew Jared had done his fair share of scowering the island on his own... he had brought her berries a few days earlier, and there was often food that showed up in camp unannounced. She knew it was Jared; he didn't need the recognition. He didn't like it. She knew she needed to pitch in and pull her weight.

The hike into the jungle was long. She was with two of the boat's crew, James and Trevor... and one of the older gentlemen, Robert, who was traveling with his wife, Wilma, for a retirement trip. They decided to split up to cover more ground and to meet back at camp in an hour. If anyone was lost, they would send a search party, but the island was quite small, and in all likelihood, they would be perfectly safe.

That night, when the stars were bright and the rest of the group was talking by the fire, Jared checked his doorstep for dinner, but it wasn't there. Piper always brought dinner by this time. Why wasn't it here? She never forgot. His heart dropped. Something was wrong; he could feel it in his bones. Where was Piper? His whole body tensed. His breathing became quick, his jaw clenched, and anger surged through his body. He grabbed his pack, his sharpened knife, and a rope, then ripped the fabric door off the wood that held it. He barreled toward the fire with the determination of a hunting wolf.

"Where is she!" he growled as he glared at each person with eyes to kill. These were the first words he spoke to most of the people at camp.

"Hey man, I don't know what you're talking about..." Trevor said with his arms up.

"WHERE the FUCK is Piper?"

Robert looked at his wife with eyes the size of saucers. "Oh my God, Piper. Did she ever come back?"

Trevor and James looked at each other with confusion, suddenly realizing their misstep. "She went with us to gather more food. We split up and said to meet back at camp in an hour. She never came back."

"What the fuck do you mean she never came back?" Jared said, as he sauntered over to Trevor with anger so dark the ocean to their right couldn't even compare.

"I, I don't know... we didn't realize she never came back..."

Jared threw his arm back and punched Trevor in the cheek... sending him face-first into the sand. He turned to James and pushed him hard in the chest.

"Where is she... tell me where you left her."

"She walked toward the meadow. The one to the left of the ridge. I'll help you find her."

"Don't fucking follow me."

Jared turned quickly and ran to the tree line with nothing but determination. The only woman who was willing to put up with his bullshit... the only woman on this island with patience, the only woman who ever showed him true empathy... was in danger... alone, hungry, and cold in this jungle without him. Was she injured? The thought of it sent panic through him that he had never felt before. He would find her... and never let anything else happen to her on this God forsaken island. She cared for him, and he needed to protect her... and he failed her, just like he failed the passengers on "Reef Discovery".

"PIPER!" He called as he made his way through the meadow. He yelled her name relentlessly for over an hour. Sweat beaded at his brow, and his breathing grew shaky. Would he find her? That's when he heard it, wimpering nearby. Soft cries in the distance. It was her, he knew it... It was the same wimpers she made in her sleep; because her shelter was so close to his, he could always hear her rustling and wimpering as she slept.

"Piper, I'm here... tell me where you are!"

"Jared?"

"Yes, baby... don't worry, you're safe now. Where are you?" The sound of those words coming from him was a comfort she didn't know she needed. He couldn't mean them, could he? It slipped... that's all.

"I'm down here! I fell into this hole... I can't get out. I just need a rope or something."

Jared spotted the hole to his right and ran quickly to it. He dropped to his knees in a panic. The moon was bright, and he could make out enough of her to be able to help her out.

"Are you hurt?"

"Yes, my ankle, I twisted it... and I got some pretty bad cuts." She sniffled back a cry, and it broke his heart. He could tell she had been crying, and he wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay. She made him feel cared for for the last three weeks, and there was nothing more he wanted than to do the same for her in this moment. How could he let this happen? Piper should never have been out here looking for food, or hungry for that matter... that should have been him; she should have been safe at camp.

"I'm going to throw down a rope. Tie it around your waist, and I will pull you up."

She did what he said. She had to help him with her feet against the wall of the hole. It hurt, but his waiting arms were all the motivation she needed to keep climbing. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled her over the edge. She fell into his lap as she breathed heavily and yelped in pain. One arm wrapped tightly around her, and the other hand pushed her sweaty hair from her face to look at her. He scanned her from head to toe with worried concern as if he needed to make sure she was in one piece.

"It's okay... I've got you. You're safe."

She nodded her head and wiped the tears from her cheek. "I was so scared. I thought I would have to be down there all night."

"I wouldn't have let that happen."

"My ankle hurts so bad. I don't know if I can walk on it."

"It's okay. I don't want you to injure it more, okay? I'll carry you."

He picked her up from the ground and carried her through the thick foliage all the way back to camp. As he hiked through the sand back to the bonfire, gasps escaped the lips of the men and women he left behind in his frantic state. The women's faces twisted in jealous scowls, and the men's with worried glares.

"Is she okay?" Robert said as he approached Jared, fear and worry etched on his face.

"She's fine, just beat up," he said with a frown as he passed him gruffly. "I recommend you keep your distance."

"I'm a retired doctor... I can help," He said as he took two steps forward.

"Fine, but make it quick."

That night, Piper slept in Jared's shelter... next to a small fire, covered in the wool blanket that smelled of salt and juniper. He sat next to her, watching her carefully as he sharpened another knife. As he grew tired and restless, he lay his large body next to hers. He watched her closely, counted her breaths, and moved close to her to keep her warm throughout the night. Her face was soft and peaceful, her lips parted as she let out her sleepy wimpers. His breaths grew shallow as he wrapped his big arm over her body, and fell asleep... not realizing that tomorrow would change his life.

The next morning, the sun was bright. Piper was well rested when she turned to see Jared next to her, knife in hand. He startled awake with a gasp.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yes, it's okay, I'm fine," She whispered with a smile. "Thank you... for taking care of me last night."

"How does your ankle feel?"

"better... just a little sore."

"I never want you alone in that jungle again... do you understand? I've never felt fear like I did when I didn't see that plate of food on my doorstep."

She nodded softly. "I think I need to clean up. I am covered in blood... and mud."

"I'll take you to the river... no one is ever there in the mornings, let's go now." He said as he helped her sit up.

He packed up some supplies and carried her to the river. They sat on the edge, she in her bra and panties... him in his shorts, shirtless. He clearly spent time in the gym and had a tattoo that wrapped around his shoulder. A lighthouse, a ship, a whale... the most beautiful nautical tattoo she had ever seen. He tried to keep his eyes off of her, but struggled to ignore her large breasts sitting heavy in her bra. Her nipples were hard beneath the light pink fabric. When they finished, he picked her up and carried her back to the camp and laid her down on the wool blanket... with it, another whimper.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"Oh no, it's just... difficult... You know, being around you."

"Difficult? Did I do something wrong?"

"No! Just the opposite!" She said with a worried look. "You are kind, sweet, and have made me feel so safe and comfortable. It's just...I don't know, I'm sorry... ignore me, it's stupid."

He sat next to her, closer than he normally did. He brought his hand up to her cheek and turned her face toward his. His tan skin was warm, and her body was hungry for his. He slowly moved his lips towards hers and kissed her gently. He parted her lips with his tongue and grazed it against hers. She gasped with anticipation and deepened the kiss. Her body needed to feel his, so she arched her back to press herself against him. His bare chest was hard against her soft breasts. Her pink bra that held her in was begging to be removed. He pulled away with a rough breath.

"Let me take you. Please. Let me claim you as mine... so every man here knows that if they put you in danger again, I will drain them of all the red they made me see last night."

Piper nodded as her eyelids grew heavy. Her panties grew wetter than they already were, and her body ached with need. He moved his body over hers and pressed into her as she fell to her back. He was heavy and hard above her. Big, safe, and all-consuming. He grabbed her face gently as he pushed her legs open. Her knees spread around him, and her hips moved on him as if she couldn't wait one more second.

"I'm going to take you slow. Make you writhe with need as I slowly fuck you. Is that okay? I want you to know that your pleasure is the only thing I care about... I want to watch you cum over and over again... do you understand?"

His hand slowly moved down her body and cupped her pussy over her panties. She was wet, and his dick was hard. He slipped his hand under the waistband and rubbed his fingers between her wet slit. She was perfect in every way. Her hole was lubbed and ready for his hard cock, but first, he had to fuck her with his fingers. The same fingers that had spent hours grazing her body as she slept the night before.

He pushed the tip of his middle finger in, slowly playing with her hole. He moved it in tiny circles, making her squirm with delight. He moved back and forth from her hole to her clit... entering it a little more each time.

"Do you like that, Baby?"

"Why are you teasing me?"

"I told you, I want to make you squirm." He whispered into her ear. She gasped again, loving every single second of his finger teasing her little pussy. Slowly, he entered her with two fingers. Her juices were dripping all over his hand as he worked them in and out, in and out... a little more each time until he was deep inside her. Her legs fell wide as he plunged them all the way in over and over again. He loved to see his thick fingers fucking her... her pussy devouring them with need.

"Oh fuck Jared. What are you doing to me?"

"You've never been finger fucked before, baby?"

She shook her head with pleasured worry.

That's when he realized she was new to this. Not experienced. Not only was he the first man to have sex with her, but also... the first man to pleasure her at all.

"I'm going to make you feel so good... You won't want to leave this shelter."

He pulled his fingers out of her so slowly her body writhed under him in tortured desire. She looked at him as he pulled himself off of her. He watched her face as he pulled out his large cock. He held it firm in his fist, gently rubbing it up and down above her... showing her what was about to enter her tight little pussy. He leaned over her and pulled the straps of her bra down to release her tits. She grabbed them in her hands to release some of the pleasure building in her body.

"Please fuck me, Jared, I'm ready for you."

"Let me suck those beautiful tits first." He lowered his bearded face to her chest and sucked her left nipple gently. His hard dick fell gently to her center. She moaned his name loudly... she was sure the whole camp heard and whispered an apology into his ear. Jared was too good at this, too hot... too big! "Are you trying to let everyone know I'm yours, Piper? Are you making your claim on me, too?

She nodded with pleasure.

He pulled her panties clean off. His dick was throbbing with need as he pushed it up against her wet slit. He slid it up and down between her lips... stroking it quickly against her clit over and over. Her legs shook as he held them open. Her hole was open and ready for him... dripping with cream. He placed his thick cock against her opening... and gently pushed in the tip. She was tight, never before stretched. His eyes rolled back as he felt her walls clench around him. She wanted him... deep. Slowly, he pushed in, her face contorted with pain as his cock disappeared into her pussy.

"Baby, are you okay? Am I hurting you? We can stop."

"No, please," she said as she sucked air between her teeth. "I'm sorry, it just hurts a little."

"Don't worry, I'll go slow."

He pulled out a little and saw red on his thick cock. Her virgin pussy was his. he pushed in a little further... taking more of her. He laid his body weight on her for assurance... to show her she was safe underneath him. He kissed her gently as he pushed the rest of the way in. She cried out and held tightly to his back. He thrust deeper, gently moving his hips against hers. His cock was fully encased inside of her, rolling against her G-spot.

"Do you like that, Piper. Do you like having my cock inside you? Do you want my cum deep in your pussy?"

She nodded with need as her hips grinded into his. He pushed deeper, in and out. Her breasts bounced under his chest. He grabbed her ass as he pushed her harder into the blanket over and over... knowing he was going to cum the second he felt her pussy tighten around his shaft.

"Oh My God, Jared, I'm coming..."

Her body writhed as he fucked his cock hard and deep inside of her...rolling his warm skin against her clit. Her legs fell open and shook as her pussy clenched around him. She moaned his name into his mouth as he claimed her with his lips. His cock released his seed deep as his cock twitched inside of her... up and down as the cum emptied into her sweetness. Their juices mixed as their bodies pressed harder together, to get every last sensation from their sweet release. Her breath slowed as he lifted himself from her. He looked at her in awe as his cock sat encased inside of her...still bouncing from his climax. His cum slowly dripped from her as she smiled in complete euphoria.

"That's my girl," He said as we softly pulled his cock from her. He wiped her clean with the corner of the blanket. Her pussy was still twitching in the aftermath... "I'm going to get you some water. Stay here, Baby." He slipped on his pants and kissed her softly.

He opened his shelter door and pushed him self out and onto his feet. He met the eyes of the camp... all fully aware of what had just occurred. He looked at every single one of them with warning, freshly sharpened knife clutched in his fist, and whispered...

"Fuck with her life again... I dare you."