Beach slaughter

"What's the matter?" Smith lifted his head to ask his sidekick, Jasper. His look, absent and importuned.

There was never much going on the island.

Aside from the capture of a few wild animals that the captain amused himself by forking over, selling to a neurotic trafficker in Baterilla.

According to rumors, the latter had close, hidden ties with a rich shipper in town. With connections to world nobles.

"A woman! A bombshell, she washed out on the shore, I'm telling you! Come and see for yourself before the others hijack the opportunity!"

"When's the last time we got our shot and poured our juices out?! I assure you, we don't want to miss this one!"

From the top of his tower, Jasper raised, doubled with his voice.

Patience failed him to the point of eliciting Smith's curiosity.

A woman ? Here?

What's more, a hot one?

How could Smith miss that if it was true?

The last time they had had the opportunity to see a woman up close, to touch one and smell one, was last year. A time when the captain still brought fickle, quicksilver women to the island for the crew members.

Climbing the lookout tower, full of expectancy, of sickening stench, with rising cheerfulness, Smith arrived at the top.

Still started and now sweaty, he said, "Give me that."

When his buddy grabbed the binoculars, Jasper had his fingers on his nose. Smith was his best friend, but his natural smell was terrible.

Because he sometimes trained in this hot weather, unlike him and others, he was much bigger and stronger, though. He could throw his weight around a little more.

To do things on and out of the island, when they could leave for the latter case, Jasper was used to rely on the guy.

"Fuck me! Haha, haha ​​how lucky... You did a good thing this time, Jasp." Seeing the sexy creature that was stranded like a distressed seal on the beach, Smith said. His eyes wide open and his pants tightening.

It was his first time catching sight of such a hot woman. Forget about her angelic face, she was jamming, bringing down some apple-shaped and soft-looking commodities.

Everything about her was appetizing.

"Right?!"

"Um! Let's go quickly and hide her out! Quick, before the others become a hassle!" With an evil smirk, Smith nodded.

He didn't want anyone to spoil this good thing.

He didn't know what happened to the woman for her to land here, but such an opportunity was rare.

....

BOOM!

"Dammmn!!"

Moments later. Everything Jasper feared occurred....

Their quests for the helpless beauty on the beach became illusory after a strong guy, the worst one possible, also caught wind of the chance.

Clutching his stomach, blood on his face, his endeavor illusory, Smith gritted his teeth in pain when he muttered, his eyes on a group of people, angry, aggravated, "Darren, Ishioka..."

"You didn't think we'd let you spoil such a good one, you two, did you?"

Ishioka snorted mockingly and said. Cruelty, ruthlessness in his gaze, and blood on his fists.

Scoffing with disdain, his friend standing next to him told, "Haha, haha, We're still not sure how she got here, but that's for us big guns to investigate."

"Go back to camp with your tails down between your legs. Before you run out of luck."

"I won't know what to tell the captain if you were suddenly eaten by sharks. That'd be unfortunate, right, Ishioka?"

Darren, the tall, muscled, short-haired blond, and Ishioka, the guy with angled, slim eyes and an afro, were old friends. Both natives from Baterilla who had a prolonged trip and stay in Karate Island in the past.

They had powerful hands and quick feet.

They could be considered next in command after the captain and his wife. They were the best 3rd and 4th members of the dilapidated crew.

A crew without much talent, or ambition, for years, even on this weakest side of South Blue. But Smith, who was even weaker than them, couldn't dispute this point...

He was using all his will to stay standing.

"Right, Hehehe..."

"Let's go."

Without paying more mind to Smith, Darren, Ishioka and their other buddies, buddies also stronger than the two guards on watch, walked on the shore.

At that time, Smith relaxed and fell. Dropping on his shoulder and ribs, he cursed in pain and jealousy, "Selfish bastards..."

He thought that he was unlucky.

SWOOSH!!!

It was only when the group of people he was staring at got closer to the fainted beauty with a pin-up white complexion that he reconsidered.

After a strange, white and red ball was thrown at her, causing shining, chromatic light to live on her, a spectacular and stormy change instantly came about.

...

Seconds later.

Pants wet from fright, staring at a whelming, sweep over scene, pale, Smith, who was now thinking of escaping the island and the rotten lifestyle forever, didn't know if he would live to tell the tale.

... That was because the uncivilised-looking, savage, naked blond's blue eyes had met, locked with his.

Smith was so scared that he stopped gasping, riveting over the wildling's cock. He didn't have the time to be traumatized from envy.

Smith had been in many gang bangs, rapes, and group plays, but this one was the biggest, largest stuff he'd seen in his life.