Letters to Yauco

You sat in your usual spot on the big tree, on that one sturdy branch that stuck out just enough to make you feel like you could see the whole island. Contemplating this place that had been your unintentional home for quite some time, you hadn't realized you would experience such melancholic pain for a place you thought you hated. You stood on the branch, contemplating the scenery before you one last time. You'd be spending your last night on Santon Island in the town you so desperately avoided since your chaotic arrival, and you wanted to burn this view from on top of the big tree into your memory.

Making your way down, you stopped at your hideout, which had become more of a tree house over the length of your stay. You grabbed your backpack, stuffed your jacket into it, and tossed it over one shoulder. Stepping out onto the makeshift landing, you grabbed your gloves from your back pocket and slid them on. In one swift move, you grabbed the rope hanging in front of you, took a few running steps, and jumped…

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Navigating your way through the town market with a blend of annoyance and excitement, you stocked up on groceries, still keeping to yourself but beginning to appreciate the townsfolk. As you checked your bags, ensuring you had everything, you accidentally collided forehead-first with someone's elbow.

"Ow! What the…" you started, rubbing the tender spot on your forehead.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" the owner of the elbow snapped.

Looking up, you met the gaze of a blonde man who quickly softened upon seeing you. Your scowl faded as you took in the tall, lean figure before you, impeccably dressed in a black suit that seemed oddly fitting for the market.

"My apologies, Miss," the stranger with curly brows cooed, "I should have tempered my tone before addressing such a lovely young woman so harshly." There seemed to be a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"No worries!" you replied, somewhat surprised by his grey-blue eyes and charming manner. "I wasn't paying attention. Your elbow didn't mean any harm." With a smile and a wink, you continued on with your shopping, catching him off guard.

He gently caught your wrist. "Still, my elbow is to blame for that red mark forming above your eye, and I would like to make it up to you." Turning to face him again, a fleeting thought crossed your mind, but you brushed it aside.

"Seriously, it's fine. A little ice will do the trick," you insisted, rubbing the spot where you collided.

"I insist, anything you need," he smoothly replied, releasing your hand and reaching for a cigarette. 'What the heck?' you thought to yourself as you watched him light it.

"Well, actually, there is something I could use some help with, if you have the time," you said, suppressing a devilish grin.

"Consider me at your service, Miss. Lead the way."

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You led the curly-browed stranger to a nearby home, recalling from an overheard conversation that its occupants had left the night before to visit family on the other side of the island for a few days. Trying the door, as expected, it wasn't locked. Opening it slowly, you ushered your companion inside, placing your pack near the door and closing it behind both of you.

"You can put those things over there," you said, pointing to the dining room table.

"Right away," he replied, proceeding to set the groceries down as suggested.

As he moved across the room, you pondered the best way to approach him with your request. A myriad of ideas raced through your mind while he arranged the items on the table, including yours that he refused to let you carry. Opting for a direct approach, you removed all of your clothes and placed them on a nearby chair, a bold move even for you. It had been a while since your last encounter, and your desire for physical contact overrode the swirling thoughts in your head. Plus, you were unsure of what guys around here were into, making it a risky proposition. Despite your increased strength and agility from surviving on the new island, your body remained as "plushy" as ever. As he neatly folded his suit jacket and placed it on the back of a dining room chair, he turned towards you.

"Alright, Miss, what can I do for you?" His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as you stood in the middle of the room, a slight blush on your cheeks.

You smiled and wiggled a little, hoping your new friend would catch your drift, but he remained still. This puzzled you; you were sure he had been flirting with you earlier. Deciding not to let the opportunity pass, you began to walk towards him to make your intentions more obvious.

"Sorry if I surprised…" you started, but were suddenly interrupted by two huge streams of blood shooting out of the blonde man's nose, scaring the shit out of you and knocking the beautiful stranger on his ass.

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You sat in a tavern, having something to eat after securing a room for the night and showering away the awkward afternoon. You had initially planned to stay at the house from earlier but decided to let the blonde man recover there after determining that he seemed to be okay. He should be able to find his way back home once he wakes up.

Looking around the room, you realized you had avoided these places for so long that you felt like a local outsider. You had been in all the buildings, just not when they were active. Scanning the faces in the establishment, your eyes stopped in their tracks when they caught sight of the stunningly built, green-haired swordsman leaning against a wall across the room. You ogled him while he took a sip of his drink, noting the scar on his chest peeking through his green robe and the muscles it cut across. You noticed he carried three swords on his waist. 'Three?!'you thought to yourself, 'that seems like a bit much.' Taking your eyes off his physique, you traveled back up to his face only to find him staring directly at you, smirking. You felt your core clench the minute you locked eyes with him, so you shot that energy right back at him with your own half-smile.

Returning to your cup, you contemplated trying your luck with the swordsman, but when you looked back in his direction, he was gone. 'Well, shit! I guess it's not my night,' you laughed to yourself. You opened the piece of paper you had been carrying around, making sure you didn't miss anything you had written down while you finished your drink. You stuffed the paper back in your pocket, put a tip on the table, and headed upstairs.

Walking into your room, you kicked your boots off, placing them by the door. Unhooking your bra, you maneuvered it off under your t-shirt, tossing it on the bed. Walking towards the shutters leading to the small balcony, you slipped out of your shorts and kicked them to the side as you pushed the shutters open and stepped out into the night air. Standing in your usual sleepwear, you took in the town and all its noises as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back. You humored the thought that you might actually miss this island you've been dying to get off of since you landed.

"Took you long enough," a deep voice spoke out, and although you had never heard him speak, you knew exactly who it was.

You opened your eyes and turned towards the voice slowly. Sure enough, on the balcony next door stood the green-haired demon that made you wet with just a smile not too long ago. Only now he was without his green coat and haramaki.

"Did I now? Hmm. Had I known you were waiting for me all this time, I would've ordered another drink," you replied with a slightly arrogant smile.

"Oh, really?" said the swordsman, and with an effortless move, he had cleared both railings and was standing on your balcony, smirking down at you and trying to see through you with his open eye.

"Bold move, swordsman. I like it," you purred, biting your lip.

"I had a feeling you would," he said as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

You let your hands travel up his body, splaying your fingers across his chest, feeling the heat that radiated from him. You both stood there, eyes locked as he slid his other hand down your back and over the curve of your ass. Following his lead, you lifted the corresponding leg, gliding your knee up the side of his, as he gripped the underside of your thigh. With unhurried ease, he slid you up his body and you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. Gently you combed your fingers through his hair as he brought you up to eye level. Rubbing further along your leg, he guided it around his waist. Not missing a beat, you brought up the other leg, wrapping it around the other side. His hand slid back up your thigh, making its way to replace the one moving from your waist to the back of your neck as he pulled you in tight against his body, pressing your heat firmly against his abdomen. You continued to stare at each other with matching sinful grins, and before you knew it his lips crashed into yours with a hungry passion that lit up your already heated core. His tongue explored your mouth while you reciprocated with the same appetite and, as if on queue, you both moaned into the kiss. The taste on his tongue was unfamiliar but peasant, it made you wonder what was in his cup earlier.

His lips moved along your jawline, alternating between kissing and biting your flesh, causing you tilt your head back and let his mouth trail down your neck. Going with the moment, you started grinding against him, allowing the sounds you produced to flow freely from your open mouth. Pulling you back to his lips, he claimed your mouth again while helping you grind into him. The fabric of your underwear being the only thing separating your pussy from his skin. Annoyed by their presence, you let the swordsman support you while you grabbed the sides of your panties and yanked, ripping the fabric apart. Never letting your lips leave his. You reached between the two of you and pulled them out, dropping them to the balcony floor. Your hands eagerly returning to their place around his broad shoulders. Continuing with the evenings synchronicity, he freed his erection from his pants and rubbed it back and forth across your slit. Letting your juices make him just as slippery as you before lining up with your entrance. Feeling him push in a little you lowered yourself onto his shaft slowly, savoring the feel as your pussy embraced the head of his dick and he hissed into your neck. He guided you further down his shaft, coaxing a long breathy moan from you as your walls stretched around him. After a few slow strokes had opened you up a bit more, he hooked his arms under your knees, spreading you wide open and bottoming out inside you.

"Oh, fuck!" you both said in unison.

He bounced you up and down, holding you firmly against him so that your clit received some much needed friction. You steadied yourself allowing his rhythm to bring you to the edge you were racing towards. You moaned out into the night as your walls tightened around him. He bit into your shoulder at the feel of you clenching on him, and with that, your orgasm rolled over you just as it gushed out of you. Soaking the swordsman's lower torso, and making loud splashing noises as he continued to fuck you through it.

Lifting you off his dick, you gasped at the sudden disconnect causing him to chuckle. He turned you around in his arms, your back now against his chest. His hands found their way behind your knees again, spreading you open once more but this time hooking your legs over the railing. Reaching a hand between your legs you braced yourself on the cool metal, hooking the other around the back of his neck. He ran his hand up your body, wrapping an arm around your waist holding you steady while he reached for his cock. He lined it up with your throbbing hole again, teasing it before pushing himself back inside you. Snaking that hand around you, his fingers found their way to your already sensitive, bundle of nerves. He rubbed it in tight torturous circles while he pumped into you slowly, letting you feel all of him from this new angle. It wasn't long before you were nearing another climax. The swordsman must've noticed, because his strokes became quicker and rougher as he continued his assault on the overstimulated bud, causing your second orgasm to rip through you like a tidal wave, wetting his hand, his pants, the balcony, the railing and his boots.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned pushing into you, biting a mark into your shoulder as he reached his orgasm deep inside you.