Title: Futanari Island: Finding the Tribe

Author: Ariel Lenov

futanari island

WhatWhat: Friends Heather and Becky are camping out, but when they wake and exit their tent they’ve been transported to a tropical island inhabited by many beautiful women with penises, and also a heavily-accented and strangely decrepit Russian woman who is a wizard or something. She warns the girls not to let the futas come inside them, and to their credit they don’t, but there are at least two sequels so I’d imagine they eventually slip up.

Money Quotes:

“Ees okay. You weel lajk very much. Baat, you hef to remember. No finish inside. Ees very bad. You weel remember? (loc 144)

Heather, Anabel to resist, spread herself eagerly and watched as the woman took in the sight of her swollen pink pussy with wide eyes. Her expression turned to hunger and without waiting she crawled up and heather felt the throbbing cock at her entrance. (loc 177)

I literally had to read that three times before I caught on that the first line was supposed to say “unable to resist.”

Heather’s eyes fluttered open and just as she thought the thing was going to split her in two, she felt it butt up against her end and heard the woman inside her give a satisfied grunt. (loc 182)

Her “end”? Does she have a cul-de-sac located up her vagina?

Pronoun Chaos:

Two futa crawled slowly beneath each of them, wriggling their bodies along the sand, their tongues lapping at the their pussies as the passed, their teeth nibbling gently at the nubs of their nipples until both Becky and Heather felt their hard shafts begin poking at their soft folds again. (loc 188)

Verdict: The serene cover art fits the dreamlike, pleasant tone well. If you can get past the sometimes wonky sentence structure, and Maryna’s accent, it’s a strangely soothing and sexy read. I was mildly annoyed that Maryna, a woman apparently in her fifties, walks leaning on a stick and is out of breath from running along a beach, but possibly she has some kind of major health issue that just isn’t specified. Or, I don’t know, years of speaking in a phonetically-rendered accent might just age you fast.