Being trapped on a deserted island had both its pros and cons. The cons included being cursed by the gods, isolated from the rest of the world, being occasionally heartbroken when heroes are washed ashore for her to heal and fall in love with only to leave her again, immortality, isolation, cursed... Calypso could go on for hours.
As a pro though, being left alone on a deserted island meant she had no need to fear being seen sunbathing in the nude. Or, on this particular occasion, masturbating on the beach.
Another con was the lack of companionship that can leave a sorceress like Calypso rather dissatisfied, which she if forced to remedy by herself on occasion. Fortunately, she has the privacy of the whole island and her own magical powers on hand to help.
So after a nice calm stroll across the beach, she set down beside a tree, stripped off her clothes and used her powers to levitate a thick wooden dildo she'd carved out herself, the rounded end pumping inside her core rhythmically by the flick of her wrist, which she was controlling as she rubbed her clit alongside it. She knelt slumped against the tree, her free arm bracing herself against the bark as her hand and toy worked hard between her legs, her breathing ragged as her caramel hair fell over her sweating sticky forehead. Her average sized breasts hung over her chest with their nipples rock hard, tingling with so much arousal she had to leave her clit occasionally to fondle them pleasurably. She could've gotten her invisible servants to touch her sensitive boobs instead, but that always just felt unnecessarily creepy to the daughter of Atlas.
Eventually Calypso succumbed to her desires, her body exploring with pleasure as her cum erupted between her thighs, drenching the dildo which collapsed to the floor now her concentration was shattered. The young woman was exhausted as she sank to the ground and rolled onto her back, her chest heaving caked in sweat. She combed her matted hair out of her dark almond eyes as she stared out into the orange sky, the sun setting out over the horizon. It looked beautiful as she watched it vanish behind the ocean, her wet fingers casually stroking her quivering folds, bringing them up to smear over her sensitive nipples.
This was her life, laying naked on the beach bringing herself to orgasm and watching the sunset. It could be worse, she reminded herself. It could also be better. For the hundredth time, Calypso thought about the many different heroes she'd met on this island, all of whom she'd offered to stay with her, all of whom turned her down to return home. Thinking about them made her sad, knowing she'd never see them again, just as she'd never leave this island no matter how many of those heroes made that promise. She was cursed to remain on this island alone forever.
Resigned to her fate, the sorceress decided she was too tired to walk back to her own bed and simply pulled the nearby blanket over her with a flick of her wrist, letting her eyes drift closed as she fell asleep on the warm beach in the cool evening air.
It wouldn't be until the early hours of the morning, just before the sun came up until Calypso was greeted by her newest visitor. Growing at the feet of a nearby tree by the beach was an unusual green and pink plant, which had a stranger more sentient quality to it. It appeared amongst the roots overnight and quickly grew large enough to sprout long, smooth vines from between its petals, snaking out across the sands to seek out the sleeping form of the young Titaness.
Calypso had never had any kind of intruder upon her island and as such had never had fear a reason to letting her guard down, leaving her unprepared for the arrival of the plant as its vines slipped under the blanket to explore her soft flesh, stroking her smooth legs as they coiled around her body. Their touches were gentle, careful not to stir the slumbering girl as they caressed her muscles and breasts, igniting her arousal in her sleep.
The tendrils moved fluidly, expertly finding her pleasure points and exploiting them until she was quietly moaning for more. She lazily rolled onto her back, unknowingly obeying the subtle nudges from the vines as they peeled the blanket off of her, exposing her torso to further assault. Her fingers curled in her caramel hair as a tender vine stroked her cheek and traced a line between her boobs, circling her hard nipples. When her body appeared sufficiently warmed up, two delicately thin tendrils approached her chest, entwining around her mounds before prodding at her sensitive nubs.
Once in position, the vines entered Calypso's body, piercing her nipples slowly and carefully. The young woman's breath hitched sharply, but otherwise remained unconscious as the plant administered its new more potent blend of pollen directly into its lovers body. The effect took mere seconds, Calypso's body heated up by 10 degrees, her pussy dripping and her breasts mildly expanding with lust and desire, her breathing growing laboured. Even her dreams were overridden with unbridled want and need, her gut tightening with thirst.
To say she was now horny would be an understatement.
Now fully prepared, the plant carried out its next phase. Vines hooked under her knees and gently parted her wet thighs to open up her throbbing core, allowing the waiting tendril entry as it slid inside unimpeded. Calypso barely noticed as it began slowly pumping inside her while the vines retracted back out of her breasts to give them a good squeeze, drawing fresh lactated milk from her openings. Two flowers slithered over and latched onto her breasts to drink this nectar like suckling babes, drawing out even more with each suckle.
The sleeping girl sighed, overcome with pleasure even in her dreams where she saw a wide open meadow where all her suitors fought over her body, each claiming her for their own, fucking her into the night and long past morning.
"Fuck me" she mumbled in her sleep as the plant lifted up her hips, her back arching into the sucking buds as a new, larger rose bud approached her body, thin tendrils tickling her inner thighs as it positioned itself between her legs. The petals parted to reveal a large, thick green cock pulsing and coated in sap, waiting to fill her small pussy after the occupied vine pulled away. The vines wrapped around her body and slowly pulled her onto the throbbing member as the plant got situated between her thighs, her feet dangling in the air suspended by green ropes that tickled her soles.
Calypso let out a silent scream as the cock forced itself into her hole, her walls clamping around it trying to push it back to no avail as its slick surface lubricated her entrance so it could burrow deeper until it found her cervix, pressing against it painfully. She didn't feel any pain as it breached her womb, the pollen administered through her breasts acting as an anaesthetic as well as an aphrodisiac, turning any pain she suffered to overwhelming pleasure. She barely had enough cohesion to put up a struggle as the vines looped around her arms, tying her wrists together above her head as it started methodically fucking her, drawing out her orgasms as efficiently as it was milking her breasts.
"Oh fuck me" she absently told her tenacious dream lovers, oblivious to the situation she was in, even as the plant teased her lips with another tendril before it plunged into her mouth when they parted with another climax. It pushed down her throat quickly, as slick with sap as the cock in her pussy was, sliding in effortlessly while she gaged on the length.
This time however her eyes fluttered open, looking down to see the violence her body was subjected to. On instinct her body tensed in alarm, her walls clamping around the cock as her wrists strained against their bonds. The plant reacted faster though, ejaculating a stream of sap down her throat forcing her to drink it in gulps, the substance containing the same pollen it used from the start. Almost immediately Calypso's body turned against her, her limbs growing heavy, her mind going fuzzy, replaced with simple lust and pleasure, quickly pushing the fight out of her as her almond eyes glazed over.
Now completely enthralled by the plant, Calypso had no choice but to submit to the pleasure of the creature as it violated her in every way, pounding into her as hard as she could take it, bringing her to climax after agonizing climax, never ending orgasms which it would soak up through its blossoming petals, gulping up her cum like a machine to feed itself, hungry for even more each time.
Her powers failed her, her only hope now was that her body would give out and she'd be left in peace. Except the gods made her immortal as long as she remained on the island, so her body would endure for eternity.
She truly was cursed on this island.
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