Aaralon finds Olive

Aaralon groaned, spitting brackish water and sand from his mouth as he levered himself to his feet.He had no idea how long he had been lying here. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? Relief at his own survival was the first emotion to wash over him, followed by rage at the Pirates and concern over the fate of his shipmates. Then, as he glanced around the small spit of sand where the storm had deposited him, Aralon felt a cold, heavy despair settle over him. Could he survive here? What could he do?

Planks and other detritus lay scattered across the sand. The ship had clearly taken considerable damage, in that attack and in the storm. He could only hope that it had survived. No point in thinking about that now. Survival was the first oreder of business. He set out, walking along the sea's edge, studdying the strewn debris for something he could use.

"Damnation....is that...."

A thin, pale, naked body lay face down on the sand. A girl.... the waves washing slowly over her legs. Aaralon felt a cold weight of dread in his stomach as he strode forward. It could only be Olive.He knelt beside her, shaking his head. He had not known Olive well, but to see her like this....Had she tried to escape? Aaralon doubted it. Olive had been a timid, fearful girl. More likely, the pirates had simply cast her overboard to die, like some unwanted lump of meat. He supposed that now he would never know the truth of her fate.

Aaralon gazed down in futile anger and sadness at Olive's frail, abandoned, nude body.Her wet black hair was plastered against her back, contrasting strongly with her milky, almost translucently pale skin. Aaralon's eyes were drawn unconsciously down her slender back. Olive had a suprisingly full, taut, shapely derierre. Reaching out , he traced the crease where her thigh met one pale, cool buttock.

"Who would have thought you had such a lovely bottom, Olive. I wish I'd got to know you better."

Aaralon turned to girl gently over. Sand clung to her frail, pretty face, and to the small swell of her dainty cone shaped little breasts. Dark brown aureolae topped her small boobs, like dainty mushroom caps. Olive's slim thighs had fallen open, with a wantonness the timid girl had not possesed in life. A small bush of jet black pubic hair nestled there like a newborn check, above the smooth pale lips of her sex.

"I wonder how long she's been in the water...?"

He drew on his power, with no real idea of what he was doing, and, spreading his fingers, Aralon pressed his fingertips Olive's cold, unmoving chest. Closing his eyes, he tried to visualise his magic flowing in to her, lending her frail body the strength to live. He had no delusions that he could raise the dead, but perhaps, thought Aaralon, if she had not been in the water too long...?

Minutes passed, though it felt more like days. Nothing seemed to have happened. A feeling of frustration and failure settled on Aaralon like weight. His eyes opened, and he shook his head sadly, looking down.

"I am sorry Olive. I did my best but-"

He stopped, one brow raised. Something HAD changed. Olive's small, dark little nipples now stood proudly to attention, saluting Aaralon from her small, delightfully puffy aureolae. With a fierce grin, Aaralon bent to plant a firm kiss to one pouting nipple, before bending to renew his efforts once again. He pushed his hands to her chest, feeding his magic in to Olive....this time very aware that his palms were cupping the breasts of a living girl, and that her nipples were pressing firmly against his hands. He shook his head to clear it of such distractions, and continued to feed the warmth of his power in to her.

As he watched, water began to trickle slowly from her parted lips. Suddenly, Olive gasped, her chest rising, back arching, pushing her boobs even more firmly against Aaralon's hands. Her eyes fluttered open.

"Ahhh....COUGH....Aaralon...?"

Olive, sprawled naked on the sand, gazed up at him,the gasping rise and fall of her small tits now seeming incredibly eroitic to Aaralon. She seemed to realise suddenly that she was naked, desperately trying to cover herself. One arm clamped across her boobs, while the other hand moved between her thighs, trying to cover her pubic mound. She looked up at Aaralon, her eyes widening.

"Aaralon....I could feel myself....sinking in to the cold. But then...I thought I heard your voice. I could...feel the warmth flowing from you in to my body.You....saved my life , didn't you ? Thank you...oh, I don't know how I can ever thank you....."

He shrugged, blushing,unsure of what to say.

Olive looked down at the sand, her voice a hisitant whisper.

"I thought...While I was...****...I thought I heard you say......did you really say that you think my...no. Never mind.You couldn't have......."