The pontoon drifted in the dead center of the lake, engine off, anchor dropped, not another soul for miles.
Sunday sun blazed straight down, turning the water into hammered glass and their skin into warm honey.
Elena and Sophia knelt side-by-side on the wide cushioned bench that ran along the bow, knees spread, backs arched, asses high, faces turned toward each other so they could kiss slow and deep while they waited.
Lucas stood behind them, naked, eleven inches jutting proud, a bottle of coconut oil in one hand.
He drizzled it over both of them in lazy rivers: down the curve of Elena's spine, over the swell of Sophia's ass, letting it pool where their thighs met their swollen pussies.
Then he started.
First stroke into Elena: slow, deliberate, bottoming out until his hips pressed flush against her oiled cheeks.
She moaned into Sophia's mouth, the sound vibrating through both of them.
Ten strokes, deep and steady, the pontoon rocking gently with every thrust.
Then he pulled out, slick and shining, and slid straight into Sophia.
Same rhythm.
Same depth.
Same oil-slick glide.
Back and forth.
Elena.
Sophia.
Elena.
Sophia.
The boat swayed harder with every switch, water slapping the hull like it was cheering.
Sun glittered off the oil on their skin, off the cream already leaking down their thighs, off the bead of sweat rolling between Elena's tits.
Sophia broke the kiss first, voice wrecked.
"Harder, baby. Fuck us like the lake is watching."
Lucas gripped their hips (one in each hand) and gave them exactly what they begged for.
He slammed into Elena so hard her tits bounced forward, nipples skimming the cushion.
Then into Sophia, same force, same angle, until both women were screaming into the open sky, the sound skipping across the water like stones.
Elena came first, pussy clamping down so tight Lucas had to fight to pull out.
She squirted in a long, perfect arc that hit the lake with an audible splash.
Sophia followed seconds later when he buried himself in her again, her orgasm gushing down his balls and dripping off the edge of the boat into the water.
Lucas never slowed.
He kept swapping, faster now, oil and cum making everything filthy and loud.
"Gonna fill you both," he growled. "One after the other, until you're leaking into the lake."
They begged for it in perfect unison.
He gave Sophia the first load: slammed deep, held, and pumped rope after thick rope straight into her womb.
Didn't wait.
Pulled out mid-spurt and shoved into Elena, flooding her with the rest, then back to Sophia for another pulse, back to Elena, painting them both in endless waves.
When he finally slipped free, cum poured out of them in twin rivers, running off the cushion, over the edge, disappearing into the water below.
Elena and Sophia turned instantly, dropped to their backs on the warm bench, legs spread wide, pussies gaping and dripping.
Lucas knelt between them, licking one clean, then the other, slow worship under the blazing sun, until they were shaking and laughing and crying all at once.
Sophia reached down, threaded fingers through his hair.
"Every Sunday," she panted, "we anchor right here and do this again."
Elena pulled him up for a three-way kiss that tasted like coconut oil, cum, and pure devotion.
"Every day that ends in 'y'," she corrected, grinning against his lips.
Lucas collapsed between them, arms around both, cock already twitching against Elena's thigh.
The pontoon rocked gently beneath them, lake lapping at the hull like it was jealous.
They stayed there until the sun burned high, then higher, trading slow kisses and lazy thrusts, filling each other again and again, until the water around the boat was cloudy with their love and the cushions were ruined forever.
The bonfire roared on the private beach, flames leaping twenty feet high, sparks spiraling into a sky that suddenly wasn't their sky anymore.
It started with the log.
Lucas had dragged a massive piece of driftwood to the fire's edge for Elena and Sophia to lean against while he took turns fucking them under the stars.
Silk ropes still bound their wrists to the wood, ankles spread wide, bodies oiled and glistening.
He was buried deep in Sophia, hips snapping, Elena kissing her sister's neck and rubbing her clit, when the log began to glow.
Not orange like fire,
Blue.
Electric.
Alive.
A circle of runes carved themselves into the bark, ancient symbols none of them recognized, pulsing in time with Lucas's thrusts.
The flames turned the same impossible blue.
Then the world ripped open.
A vertical slash of light split the air above the fire, wide enough for three bodies.
Wind howled through it, carrying the scent of pine and ozone and something sweeter, like sex and starlight mixed.
Elena's eyes went wide.
"Lucas, don't stop," she gasped. "Whatever this is… finish inside her first."
He slammed home one last time and came, flooding Sophia with thick, endless ropes while the portal flared brighter.
The second his orgasm peaked, the suction hit.
All three of them were yanked forward, still joined, still tied, still cumming,
straight through the slash of blue light.
They landed hard on warm sand that sparkled like crushed diamonds.
The bonfire was gone.
The lake was gone.
Instead: twin moons hung low over an endless turquoise ocean.
Bioluminescent trees pulsed soft pink and violet.
The air tasted like honey.
And the driftwood log was still there, now floating upright in the shallows, runes glowing brighter than ever.
Elena and Sophia were still bound to it, legs spread, pussies dripping with Lucas's cum and their own juices, glowing faintly in the alien light.
Lucas stood between them, cock harder than ever, veins shimmering with the same blue runes that now crawled across all three of their bodies like living tattoos.
Sophia was the first to speak, voice trembling with awe and lust.
"We're… somewhere else."
Elena tested the ropes, found them loose now, but didn't untie herself.
"Then fuck us in this new world, baby," she whispered. "Mark us under alien moons. Make sure whatever sent us here knows we belong to you."
Lucas didn't need to be told twice.
He took Elena first, sliding into her glowing, rune-lit pussy while the warm waves lapped at their thighs.
The runes flared brighter with every thrust, sending electric pleasure straight to their spines.
Sophia watched, rubbing her clit frantically, until Lucas pulled out and filled her the same way, swapping back and forth while the ocean sang around them.
The second time he came, the runes exploded into light.
Orgasm hit all three at once,
Elena squirting in a glowing arc that lit up the sand like a comet,
Sophia screaming as her pussy milked him dry,
Lucas pumping so much cum into both of them that it spilled out in luminous streams, mixing with the bioluminescent waves.
When the light faded, the ropes were gone.
The log had become a smooth, crystalline altar floating in the shallows.
Words appeared in the air, written in liquid starlight:
**"Bond accepted. World claimed. Stay or return. Your choice."**
Elena looked at Sophia.
Sophia looked at Lucas.
Lucas looked at both of them, cock still hard, runes still pulsing.
Elena laughed, wild and free.
"Stay," she said.
Sophia echoed instantly: "Stay."
Lucas pulled them close, kissing them under the twin moons.
"Then this beach is ours forever," he growled. "And every night starts exactly like this."
They fucked on the crystal altar until the suns rose,
three bodies glowing,
two moons watching,
one new world learning exactly who it belonged to now.
They woke inside a palace that hadn't existed the night before.
The crystal altar had become the heart of an enormous treehouse grown overnight from the bioluminescent trees themselves.
Living branches curved into vaulted ceilings, leaves pulsing soft rose-gold.
The bed was a vast, breathing mattress of moon-white silk that rippled like water beneath them.
And the vines…
Thousands of thin, glowing vines hung from the canopy, each one tipped with a soft, velvet bud that leaked warm, honey-sweet nectar.
Elena opened her eyes first, found herself already straddling Lucas's hips, his morning cock buried to the root inside her.
Sophia was curled against his side, one leg thrown over his thigh, pussy pressed to his skin, leaving a wet streak.
The silk bed moved on its own, lifting Elena slightly, then lowering her again in a slow, perfect rhythm, fucking her onto Lucas without either of them moving.
Lucas groaned awake, hands instantly finding Elena's waist.
"Good morning, my queen," he rasped, voice still rough with sleep.
A vine curled down, brushed Elena's nipple, then sealed over it like a warm mouth.
Another did the same to her other breast.
Two more slipped between Sophia's thighs, one circling her clit, one sliding gently inside her alongside the slick mess Lucas had left hours ago.
Sophia's eyes flew open on a gasp.
"Oh fuck… they're alive…"
More vines descended.
One thick tendril wrapped gently around Lucas's balls, massaging, while another stroked the base of his cock where it disappeared into Elena.
The silk bed rippled harder, bouncing Elena now, tits jiggling, vines sucking her nipples in perfect pulsing pulls.
Sophia rolled onto her back, legs spread wide, letting three vines fill her, one in her pussy, two teasing her ass cheeks but never breaching, just gliding, slick and warm.
Elena leaned forward, braced her hands on Lucas's chest, and started riding him for real, meeting the bed's rhythm, taking him deeper than ever.
The vines adjusted instantly: one slipped between Elena and Lucas, curling around her clit like a living tongue; another slid into her mouth, sweet nectar flooding her tongue as she sucked it like a cock.
Lucas's hips snapped up to meet her, the vine around his balls tightening, stroking, milking.
The entire treehouse pulsed with them, leaves flashing brighter every time one of them moaned.
Sophia came first, back bowing off the silk, vines fucking her in perfect sync, squirting in glowing arcs that splattered Lucas's thigh and the living bed.
The silk drank it greedily, rippling harder, bouncing Elena faster.
Elena followed seconds later, screaming around the vine in her mouth, pussy clamping down so hard Lucas roared.
He thrust up one final time and erupted, flooding Elena with thick, endless ropes that overflowed instantly, running down his shaft, coating the vine still wrapped around his base.
The vines didn't stop.
They kept stroking, kept sucking, kept fucking them through the aftershocks until Sophia was cumming again and Elena was shaking apart on Lucas's cock for the third time.
Only then did the silk bed still, vines retreating slowly, leaving them trembling and dripping in the rose-gold light.
Elena collapsed forward onto Lucas's chest, Sophia curling against their sides.
The treehouse leaves dimmed to a gentle glow, as if satisfied.
A soft voice, neither male nor female, echoed through the branches:
**"Welcome home, bonded ones.
The realm feeds on your pleasure.
Give it more, and it will give you everything."**
Elena laughed, breathless, kissed Lucas slow and deep, then Sophia.
"Then we'll never stop," she whispered.
Lucas pulled them tighter, cock already hardening again inside Elena.
"Every morning," he promised, "we feed our kingdom."
Outside the open walls, the twin suns rose higher, painting their new world in colors that had no names back home.
Inside, mother, son, and aunt moved together again on living silk, glowing vines already descending for round two, ready to rule their paradise one endless orgasm at a time.