The metal was soaked in one of their many bathtubs to get most of the grime off of it. Afterwards, Alex decided to immediately turn it into something useful. Crafting was new and exciting and he was happy to do more of it.
Blair was his support again, stoking the Ember while he used his newfound bloodline to shape the metal with his raw hands. As before, he had a small committee of willing cocksleeves worship his manhood while he went through the work. He just worked best that way. This time, it was Valeria and Tess sucking him off.
Planning and discussion with the others went smoothly. They had no parchment to plan this out, but the ability to mould even iron like it was clay even that out.
Alex elected to make an axe. There was more than enough material to it that he could go for a sturdy design, broadening towards the attachment to the handle. Said handle also needed to be made. He enlisted Janette to that end, who showed him a small stick collection the tomboys had stealthily gathered. Well, not stealthily, all of them knew about it, but it had somehow passed Alex's attention.
When he asked, he was given the simple explanation. Astrid had one day found a sword-shaped stick. This was a challenge to the other tomboys to also find cool sticks. Thus, over time, they had gathered several cool stick. It was that simple.
This was why tomboys were the best.
Aside from being adorable, it was also useful. A bit of work with the carving tools and several of these would be good handles for the project. Not perfect, they lacked the means to properly treat the wood to be as sturdy as professionally made weaponry, but good enough.
With all of that planned out the roughly shaped iron was placed above the Ember to heat up. By the end of the wait, one set of cumdumps was too cockdrunk to safely remain around. Valeria and Tess got a shift change for Niara and Sara. The forging began.
It went… not that great.
Alex quickly discovered how much the sexually charged metal had yearned to be sharped. Iron did not have that yearning. The chunk of metal left seared spots on the wooden top wherever it touched. The resilience of the bark proved true, but it didn't make for a proper bottom the way an anvil would have.
The iron didn't agree with Alex's wishes. It had no opinion on them at all. Though he managed to beat some magic into the material, it remained fundamentally natural. He ended up having to fully concentrate on forging, forcing him to work without a woman or three on his cock. The state of things!
Calling it a complete catastrophe would have been overstating the matter. What he created by the end was an axe. He even managed to get it serviceably sharp using some gritty stones they had found. However, the shape of the weapon was uneven, the attachment to the handle a bit wobbly, and on close inspection the handle itself was improperly aligned - the curve towards the bottom pointed a light bit to the left.
A weaponsmith would have been embarrassed. Alex, too, was embarrassed, but he ignored that feeling. For a first proper forging, unguided by any awakening bloodlines, it was pretty decent. Decent enough that his own blood seemed to agree. Stirred by the hammer in his hands, the act of crafting and indulging in almost equal measure allowed his slumbering ancestry to rouse.
It was the blood of Hephaestus that once more filled Alex's soul. No direct boon, no fire-resistant hands or anything of such immediate impact. Rather, it was knowledge that came from his blood. A pseudo-genetic memory, filling his mind with schematics of gears and levers, mundane and magical, that could be used in a great number of projects. Manual additions to the world that could be used to advance the luxury to his women even further.
'Very interesting,' he thought.
Interesting was all it remained until he put it to praxis, something he currently lacked the opportunity to do. The axe wandered into the usual storage room. He would decide tomorrow whether he would wield it himself as a sidearm or give it to one of his women. The latter felt more likely. As every day proved, these islands were dangerous and it was best that those behind him had their own ways to defend themselves.
Smithing concluded, Alex stepped away from the re-utilized kitchen. Now, it was time to treat himself to the presence of his haremettes. A cheat day, of a kind. He had earned it.
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His perusal of the cool stick collection earlier had the unintended consequence of causing some old arguments to come back to the forefront.
"This is the coolest stick!" Astrid asserted, raising up a sturdy branch in the shape of a longsword. A pair of symmetrical offshoots formed a crossguard, delineating the change from the sturdy hand to the gradually sharpening 'blade'. "Ha! Ha!" The blonde swung the 'sword' around, wood whistling in the air. "What stick could possibly compare?"
"Thish ohne," Selana slurred, cock in her mouth.
"It does not compare, it is vastly superior," Amethyst disagreed, placing a number of kisses on the side of his shaft.
"It's, uhm… yeah, it's pretty great," Sara agreed, caressing the other side of his manhood.
"Obviously outside the spirit of the argument," Alex chastised his tomboys. Selana rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching upwards for a brief moment before she focused entirely on forming a seal around his rigid shaft. The focus on the sensitive head was highly effective, her tongue pressing all the right buttons. Support from Sara and Amethyst accelerated the inevitable.
A single grunt was all Selana needed to know what was coming. To Alex's surprise, she released his cock with a loud pop. Being ever the perfect sex slave, Selena did not leave him edged. "Our purpose is to make you cum, Master," she cooed. Cheek to cheek with her fellow tomboys, she guided a collaborative handjob. It only took a few pumps of the three hands for his balls to tighten.
Alex knew that the quantity of his seed was ludicrous, but it was never more clear than in moments like this. Spurt after spurt of the thick white covered the purple, caramel and mocha faces of the trio. Eyes closed as he painted all three off them into a picture straight out of Japanese porn. They panted and squirmed, just a taste of his seed enough to push them over the edge. All of them quivered in post-orgasmic bliss by the time the last drop was milked from him, dropping past Selana's chin and marking her tits instead.
Alex had just got done nutting all over her face that the cow girl rose to her feet. She was a bit wobbly at first, but she cared as little about that as she did about the fact she was strutting around with a face covered in cum. In fact, the divine seed blessing her features made her grin proudly.
"Putting the actual best stick aside, this is the best stick!" the cow tomboy declared, pulling a huge piece of wood from the collection.
It could not really be classified as a stick anymore. By some occurrence of nature, what had been the base of the branch had become a knotted, massive bulb. Its girth narrowed until reaching a degree of thinness that was comfortable to hold. At the butt, it flared out again, forming somewhat of a pommel. In its entirety, the 'stick' looked like the kind of club one would find in the opening levels of a fantasy story.
"HA! HUuuuuuu-AH!" Selana shouted, whirling about with the club in hand. Heavy weapons were perfect for a cow tomboy like her, Alex found. She could put all of her weight and height behind the swing and her tits bounced magnificently in the aftermath. His cock, having barely began to go down, immediately rocketed back to full hardness.
Alex glanced over to Sofia, the last of the five tomboys involved in this argument. For once, his second sex slave was not focused on his immediate needs, instead standing at the edge of the room with her arms crossed and her gaze judgemental.
'That's too cute to interrupt her,' the man of the island thought. Competition was the natural state of being for a tomboy, he wasn't going to order her to tend to his manhood because he didn't get his dick wet for five seconds. Same went for the other women in the room, who were now entirely focused on the stick comparison.
"Bro, that crude thing lacks any and all elegance," Astrid declared.
"My stick would break your stick instantly."
"Your stick makes you lame, with my stick I can dance around you and stab you!" the blonde raised her 'sword' to playfully demonstrate. Selana, equally unserious, tried to swat the 'sword' aside with her club. The 'weapons' never made contact. Neither wanted to risk actually breaking their cool sticks.
"You're both wrong!" Amethyst declared. The slime woman had gone to the back of the storage chamber, retrieving a stick that was the length of her entire body. Though it lacked any impressive outgrowths, the pole was almost perfectly straight. "This is a marvel of nature! Behold its flexible yet rigid perfection! Whosha!"
Selana and Astrid jumped backwards as the polearm came down between them. Taking the floor, the purple tomboy, every bit as cum-coated as Selana, put on a demonstration of her spear-wielding skills. She was actually quite decent at it.
'Just comes with the territory, I suppose,' Alex thought.
"I-I found this one… I really like it," Sara entered the competition with a short stick that consisted of a grip and a flat, round-ish body. If Alex was being charitable, it resembled a tennis bat, if he wasn't, it was a paddle to spank her with. Considering Sara preferred to be treated a bit softer than most in the harem, it was probably the former. "It's not as cool, I admit… but it's mine!"
"You are all wrong!" Sofia declared with rare, absolute certainty. She strut past the posing tomboys, shifting aside several of the merely straight or gently curved sticks to grab something she had deliberately hidden.
It was a gorgeous piece of wood, not a stick but a sapling that had not made it past infancy. The roots formed a protective basket around a slender grip while the thin trunk made for a straight 'blade' it was a rapier, naturally grown.
"...Okay, that is a pretty cool stick," Astrid agreed. "But longswords are cooler than rapiers!"
"All swords are cool!" Sofia snapped back. "Look at this guard! Look at how cool these overlapping roots are!"
"Your elaborate designs pale before the might of the big club!" Selana declared.
"I could, uhm… launch rocks at you with this?" Sara suggested.
"You could spank her with it," Amethyst voiced the idea that had been jumping around in Alex's head. "And as you do, I will poke you all into submission from a safe distance."
"I have the coolest stick!" Sofia declared.
"Nope," Selana disagreed with a smug smirk. "I'm covered in Master's cum, so I win."
"S-so am I!" Sara only realized what an absurd idea it was to use the presence of his seed to solve arguments after she had agreed with it. "N-n-no that that proves anything!" she tried to backpedal.
"It proves everything," Amethyst scooped up a drop threatening to run down her chin and sucked it off her finger.
Astrid shook her head. "Nuh-uh!"
"Yuh-huh!" Selana responded similarly immaturely.
"Master!" Sofia turned his way. Her eyes momentarily dashed to his unattended erection. A shadow of lust and guilt hushed over her features, but it was wrestled down immediately. The proper reaction, he really did not want her to actually turn into a cocksleeve first, person second. The other way around was so much more satisfying. "You decide which of us has the coolest stick!"
"That was already decided," Alex responded with a growing smirk. He rose to his full height, taking a bit of masculine satisfaction from the way even the tallest of them had to lightly tilt their heads back. "The best stick is right here." Their gazes wandered down from his face, following the dramatic, double-handed gesture towards his cock.
Selana snorted. "YOU said that was outside the spirit of the question, bro."
"Yeah, dude!" Astrid agreed. "That's a cop-out."
They were entirely correct. However, Alex had a way to dissuade them from hooking into his hypocrisy and to avoid making him choose one of them. "Good girls get on their knees."
His commanding tone required a second to register. There was a shift in the air, the competitiveness yielding to the sexually submissive spirit of the harem. Alex had not wanted to interrupt tomboys being tomboys, but now that they had dragged him into it the man of the island would do man of the island things.
Selana was the first to drop, her submissive instincts simply that much sharper than the rest of the harem. The other four were close behind. Wood meeting the floor as sticks were put down.
"Very good;" Alex clapped his hands. "Good girls get on their toes and spread their legs for their Master." The five of them acted in unison, Selana's advantage removed now that all of them were primed for obedience. They adjusted their pose according to his wishes. Pussies dripped with rising arousal, moans flowing from their lips as his voice rewarded them with pleasure. "Nice, nice… good girls put their hands on the back of their heads and present their mouths."
Slime, cow, fairy, rabbit and weapon tomboy all alike followed his instructions. Their asses rested on their raised heels. Their backs curved, presenting their spread of tit-sized from washboard to milk bar. Tongues hung over parted lips, their fingers interlocking at the back of their heads. The posture required good balance and decent muscles to hold.
'Thank God for tomboys,' Alex thought, drinking in the juice-dripping view. Then, he approached the first of the five. Unceremoniously, he grabbed Sofia's head and began violating her throat.
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
The brunette's eyes rolled up. Her throat was finally reaching that degree of sensitivity where his use of it alone was enough to make her climax. She was a far shot from the perfect, multi-orgasmic comfort hole, but she would get there within… a week, two tops. She was a very motivated learner.
After just a few minutes, he pulled out, leaving her gasping for more and sufficiently turned on to turn her brain into pliable mush. Immediately, Alex turned to Astrid. "You're a very good girl, waiting all patiently for me like that," he praised her.
That alone was almost enough to make the submissive blonde cum. She loved his praise almost as much as she loved his cock inside her. Her throat became his sheathe next.
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
The obscene sounds of facefucking echoed in the large chamber. The 'longsword' laid on the ground, forgotten. An occasional spray of ecstatically released love fluids marked the curiously shaped wood.
Even while he made her throat bulge, Astrid obediently kept her hands on the back of her head. Pink hearts appeared, replacing her pupils. One of those fairy shenanigans that Alex had no need to have explained to him. All he needed to do was keep fucking her throat until she, too, was completely out of it.
He could have stopped at that point. The other three were panting, his point was made, thei competition forgotten, but why not complete the set while he was at it?
Selana was next, shaking her top left to right in excitement when he approached. "No need to entice me more," Alex joked and grabbed her by her bovine horns. They made for such expert handles while he used her throat. A perfect sex slave by intuition, Selana was blessed with many things but innately knowing how to suck him off optimally had not been among those things.
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
Well, that was a thing of the past now. Even being put into the position of a relief tool, she managed to worship him just as he liked it. The muffled words in her throat, the massaging motions of her tongue, the mixture of gazing lovingly and losing control over her fluttering eyelids, all of that was exactly what he wanted to see, hear and feel.
Tempted as he was to finish inside her, he stopped after just a few minutes with her as well, leaving the ground beneath her hovering cunt wet with juices and her already cum-stained face glistening with fresh precum and frothing spit.
Amethyst moaned from the mere presence of his gaze on her. "My divine Master, bringer of joy to womankind!" she prayed as he approached. "My throat is you-"
He did not let her finish, stuffing his length into her without hesitation. The inside her semi-translucent throat was simultaneously the same and different from regular women. There was an extra sliminess to it all, a lubrication that worked together with the light alienness of just how tight and massaging it all was.
Though that familiarity with human throats vanished quite quickly. As Alex fucked her face, balls smacking against her chin with every thrust, the walls around him… flowed. It was like he was getting a full-cock massage by a hot river. It wasn't quite on Blair's level of draining, but it felt incredible all the same.
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
With immense discipline, Alex managed to tear himself away before he came. "Thaaank youuuuu for ushing meeeeeeeee," Amethyst slurred, shivering from the last orgasm still rampaging through her.
Alex turned to Sara.
"Uhm… I don't know if…"
"You can do this," he assured her. "You can change to a more relaxed pose if you want to."
Sara slowly nodded, putting her hands against his thighs instead when he approached. WIth her, he was quite a bit gentler. He let her 'nibble' on the engorged head of his cock first, letting her grow accustomed to the girth before gradually and insistently advancing.
GLACK!
A singular depraved sound was all he dared coax out of her before withdrawing again. He pulled all the way back out of her throat, let her recover, then pushed back in. Patiently, he used her like this, pushing her to the boundary of what she was currently capable of without turning her into a coughing mess.
Sara's body tensed up, her eyes rolling unevenly as a sudden, powerful surge of erotic energy jolted through her nervous system. Grinning, Alex watched the tomboy have her first oral orgasm. Everyone was developing splendidly.
At the top of his game, Alex was still a ways away from climaxing when he stopped utilizing the Spaniard's throat as his comfort hole. He clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention for a simple question. "What is the best stick?"
"Cooooooock!" Selana mooed immediately.
"Your sword, Master," Sofia echoed.
"Definitely your hallowed cock."
"Y-yeah, your stick is the best stick."
"The greatest."
Alex nodded to the swift affirmations of Amerthyst, Sara and Astrid. "Very good, then…"
"What do I hear about the best stick?"
The arrival of a sixth tomboy on the scene caused them all to turn their heads. Janette met their gazes with her typical coldness. The short-haired dryad had a hand on her hips and a brow atop her blue eyes raised.
"You attempt to decide who has the coolest stick without the stick expert?" Janette gestured at her wooden antlers. "Foolishness, women, foolishness."
The group heard the declaration for the Latina, exchanged glances, and then things simply… happened.
Amethyst and Selana jumped to their feet, charging the olympic martial artist rapidly. It was sudden enough that even Janette produced a surprised 'GWUAK!' sound. While she was pushed towards Alex, the man of the island found himself getting moved to the seat of vine, wood and cotton that was a fixture in basically every open space inside the Tree of Harem Life. Sofia, Sara and Astrid all worked together to womancoax him into the position they had ordained.
"There!" Amethyst declared, her and Selana pulled Janette down between Alex's legs. "Isn't that the coolest, hottest, best stick ever?"
"Coolest and hottest is an oxymoron…" Janette muttered, her voice tinged by the distraction his throbbing erection posed. She looked a bit silly, so close to his shaft that her eyes went a bit cross. "It's decent."
"No, no, no, no," Selana disagreed. "We know what you're about, throat slut."
"You're just… thirsting for his cum," Sara joined into the sudden bullying. "You want that… delicious sap!"
"He is pretty delicious…" Janette's resolve was melting rapidly and who could blame her? Sofia and Astrid also joined Sara, Selana and Amethyst on the floor, the five of them forming a cock-drunk cocoon around the late arrival.
"That's your Master's stick," Astrid purred.
"His divine sword, ready to slay any doubts regarding his divinity," Sofia whispered, her hand gliding over Janette's ass and then disappearing behind the curvature. The wet, slick sounds were subtle and yet unmistakeable. "Admit to his divinity."
"N-no… I'm not…" Janette meekly whispered, drooling all the while. Her nostrils flared, her head tilted closer towards his sack. She stopped herself. Amethyst and Selana grabbed her antlers and pushed her the rest of the way. "Oooooohhhhh," she sighed, before taking a depraved breath.
"That's right, let that godly musk fill you," Selana whispered.
Amethyst nibbled on Janette's ear. "That's the scent of the demigods he'll pump into us."
"M-maybe you're right but-"
"She needs a demonstration!" Sara declared. To everyone's and yet no one's surprise, the shy bunny tomboy grabbed the sides of Janette's head from behind, then aggressively moved her up Alex's shaft. By pure instinct, Janette dragged her tongue along his length. There was no lingering at the tip. She was immediately shoved down his length, her slutty throat enveloping in all of its heat.
Janette came instantly, audibly squirting all over Sofia's pumping fingers. The fencer giggled approvingly, especially when Astrid's hand joined her in the effort. While those two were fingering the dryad's pussy and flicking her clit, Selana, Amethyst and Sara worked together to drag and shove the Latina like she was just a cocksleeve they used to spice up a handjob.
"Ffffffuck!" Alex cussed, the pleasure overwhelming. He was staying his tongue otherwise, not wanting to weigh in what clearly was a conversion ritual. The whispers of his women were so much more persuasive than anything he could have said anyhow.
"Why be coy?" "Accept the truth." "Master is Master and Master is divine." "Just his precum alone is blessed." "You're cumming sooooo much." "Give in." "Be a good girl." "Your throat makes such cute noises when you get impaled by him." "Join the Cult." "Support the Cult." The Cult of Master." "One of us." "You are already and you know it." "It's inevitable, just like your next orgasm." "Good girls pray to their Master."
GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!
The depraved symphony of whispers and the abuse of Janette's throat was too much. Alex neared the finale. All his tomboys, his worshippers, did in response was to double down on how much that used Janette. The dryad made a multitude of noises, all of them orgasmic, none of them a complaint.
When his cum surged up his shaft, it did so explosively. The five witnessing tomboys giggled drunkenly when they saw his manhood pulse. They kept Janette's lips around his glans, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as he pumped rope after rope of his seed into her mouth. Even with her eyes half-closed and her body glistening from the strain of overlapping climaxes, she remembered not to swallow without permission.
Selana stroked his shaft a couple of times to get the last couple of drops into her. It really did not matter how often he had cum today already, the load Janette presented when she was carefully pulled away from his cock was just as enormous as the last ten he had deposited inside women that day. Her tongue eagerly swirled the thick white. They really just loved tasting it.
"Swallow," he permitted and ordered.
Janette did so swiftly, greedily, and was hit with a last, truly intense orgasm for it. Stuck between her fellow haremettes, the dryad had nowhere to go with her thrashing spasms. She was right there, quivering, trembling, squirting all over the floor and the fingers of Astrid and Sofia. More hands roamed over the rest of her curves while the zealots of the not-yet-officiated Cult whispered yet more sweet words into her ear.
"That's the truth." "That's the seed that MUST multiply." "Taste the sweet divinity." "Ambrosia, r-really." "A divine tree producing divine fruit." "The best stick, right?" "Isn't it?" "Isn't it the greatest stick?" "Say it's a divine stick." "Come on, Janette, ya know ya want to." "Do it like the others."
Janette was panting now, her orgasm slowly fading. She had a semblance of focus back in her eyes. A raised hand was the gesture for everyone else to back off. Once she had the space, without hesitation, the dryad prostrated herself. Her shapely hips were up in the air, her forehead rested on the back of her fingers, and the only word to describe her posture, in all of her sweat-covered, post-orgasmic quivering, was: venerating.
"They're right… your cock is divine."
Alex had no choice but to fuck them all until they couldn't stand anymore afterwards.
-x-X-x-
Alex decided to spend a little 'me' time in the uppermost level of the canopy. He laid on the balcony, below a protective branch, and just listened to the rain drum on the leaves. That was interesting for about ten minutes. After that, he found himself craving tomboy company again.
There was only so much time he could spend contemplating his life when living his life was so fantastic.
.Following the moans of a sapphic engagement, the man of the island soon found another cluster of 5 of his women engaged in the usual unity of lewdness and casual talk. The moans came from Evelyn, who was currently being used to demonstrate that Blair's oral skills did not stop at cocks.
"Oh… Master… oh… MASTER!" The dragoness cried, her hips rolling against Blair's red mouth. A look of utter dedication on her face, the succubi kept tongue-fucking her fellow tomboy. Whatever she did, it was REALLY working for Evelyn. The brunette threw her head back, a last scream getting stuck in her throat. Pussy juices squirted from her cunt, getting eagerly lapped up by the succubus.
"Speaking of Master," Tess purred, when he stepped into the chamber. "Summoned by our worship?"
"Is this worship?" he asked. "Seems like you are just having fun without me."
"Well, we are." Tess laid on her side on one segment of the local couch. A hand glided over her hips, guiding his eyes to the sinful swing of her wide bottom. Her pale hourglass was made to draw in male attention. The mixture of sarcastic goth and honest tomboy did the rest, turning her into one of 16 perfect women he got to share an island and a life with. "Or were, rather, I think Blair has proven her point."
"The point being that she can make each of you squirt with her tongue?" Alex took an educated guess. Between the scent of sex in the air, Evelyn's state, and the lingering wetness of the the other three, it really wasn't difficult.
"Precisely," Tess assured.
"Master, I love women," Yahui sighed.
"Tomboys," Alex corrected. "We love tomboys."
The gathered group laughed lightly. Alex found a seat between Tess and Valeria. The tall tiger woman immediately attached herself to his side, pressing quiet kisses on his neck. That was as lewd as things went. It seemed he caught them in a lull and he was… well, he was never drained, but he was satisfied for the moment.
"I was ruminating a bit up in the canopy," he broke the silence. It had been a tranquil one, but he liked talking to them that much more. "About what we do after these islands."
"We are staying in the supernatural world." Blair presented the answer with a raised eyebrow. "We agreed on this. All of us. At once."
Alex chuckled at the memory of them all, organically, coming to the same conclusion. It had been the morning after he had added the last of them to his harem officially and one of the most overt signs that all of them were just made for each other. "Yes, we are," he confirmed his keeping to that pledge. "Even if we can hide our new forms, I don't want to permanently live in a society that wouldn't accept the way we live." He focused on each of them in turn. "I am not giving up the casual nudity."
"Yeah… that's the biggest eyebrow raisers for the normies…" Tess drawled sarcastically. "The nudity."
"Putting my jokes aside..:" Alex had to stop for a moment. The kisses on his neck had come to an end and now Valeria tilted her head to the side. It would have been rude not to repay her in kind, so he put a couple of hickeys on her deep brown, striped skin. "What I was getting at," he continued, "is that we are - hopefully - not going to be shackled to these islands when all of this is over. We can move."
"There obviously must be a period of exploration," Evelyn stated. "We have no idea what the wider magical world looks like."
Tess nodded to that. "Which we can assume exists, because we keep running into outside actors weighing in."
The Chinese acrobat among them counted a couple of examples on her fingers. "That incubus lord, the angels you saw in that one vision, the eldritch horrors singing to you, the various fairies we encountered…"
"Indeed," Alex agreed. "So we want to explore?"
"To a limited degree," Valeria cautioned, to the raised eyebrows of the rest. "Look, girls, I know we all like adventure, but the way things are going we'll be on a breeding rotation the second that curse gets lifted."
"Wise words," Blair stated. "Probably best to keep it slow."
"We definitely need a home base," Alex agreed.
"Not - China," Yahui was very quick to state. "I don't care if we have a magical dome protecting us, I am not risking it."
"Master, you really hate your home, don't you?" Valeria asked.
"Yes," Yahui returned bluntly. "I lived for the 'glory' of a party that never cared about me. Only a revolution would get me to set foot in that country again."
"No China then," Alex stated. "Other thoughts?"
"Personally, I have been rather enjoying the tropics," Tess stated, to Evelyn and Valeria's immediate agreement. That was quite funny, considering those two had the complexion to withstand this sun - Tess did not. She had a paleness most goths had to apply makeup for. "That is, with the protections afforded by magic."
"Yeah, not having to fear sunburn makes everything better," Yahui agreed.
"Casual nudity," Evelyn echoed her Master's earlier statement. "The tropics make it entirely possible. Superhuman as we are, we could probably pull off the same in colder climates. I don't want to."
"I would like more dry heat," Blair suggested. "Not too dry, we don't want dust, but this place is a bit too wet for my liking."
"I get what you mean," Alex agreed. As a New Englander, he was used to rain, but tropical rain was something different entirely in its intensity. Sweat-slick tomboys were hot, so that made up for it. All the other disadvantages of humidity did not. Sometimes it felt like every surface around had a thin film of water on it. "Somewhere a little less tropical. Somewhere in Greece, maybe?"
"That's the new god in you talking," Evelyn remarked. "Quiet him. He's second to your magnificence."
"Can we not preach for ten minutes?" Valeria requested, her cat ears flicking in irritation. "I am about to start opposing you because you won't shut up about it."
"Tsk." Evelyn clicked her tongue. "Fine."
Their talk continued, drifting from one place to another.
-x-X-x-
Just by remaining seated there, Alex eventually had a whole different conversation at his hands, with different people as well. Evelyn. Blair, Tess and Valeria shuffled out one after another. In an equally gradual measure, Charlotte, Astrid, Amethyst and Selana moved in.
"Master, sitting next to you is so nice," Selana sighed.
"You know, that is a bit confusing when you aren't sitting next to me," Alex pointed out. "This whole 'praying to a guy that is present' thing has some verbal difficulties."
"You can suffer those, like I suffer these for you." Selana lifted up her pair of beyond-double-Ds. Usually that was followed by them bouncing back into a resting position. At this moment, she kept them raised, sighing with relief as cold air from Yahui's hands drifted to the parts of her skin usually covered by her breasts's overhang. "Thank you."
"If you want to repay me, how about a direct application?" Yahui suggested.
"Go right ahead," Selana invited, then shivered as the ice snake's hands took hold of the yielding mountains of flesh. Even a straight tomboy would have derived some enjoyment from kneading that much dough. The members of the harem were halfway to gay.
While Selana mooed in pleasure, Yahui treated herself to a drink. If the cow tomboy wasn't supposed to serve as a milkbar, why was she lactating without a child, after all? Plus, it was delicious. Alex could only imagine it was as thick and rich as his cum was to his haremettes. They described him as tastier when asked. Obviously, he wasn't going to compare personally.
"Do you guys think our powers are weird sometimes?" Astrid asked.
"I think they're unfairly distributed!" Charlotte jumped at the opportunity to complain. "I get blue markings and a fluffy tail and you get to fly, how is that fair?"
"I don't fly, I get to hover for a few metres at a time."
"Potato, potahto." The water vixen smacked Alex's broad chest with the back of her hand. "And then there's this demigod of a guy who just gets ALL the goodies."
Amethyst gently put her hands on the other side of Alex's chest. "Let the man be the strongest in the household. It's sexy."
"I don't even disagree with that in the slightest, but it's quite a gulf!" Charlotte spoke in that particular tone of voice people used when they dramatized a minor complaint for effect. "I mean, why does he get all that power? Is it just because he's the guy around?"
"It's… mhmm…" Selana moaned one last time when Yahui detached from her nipple. "It's obviously got something to do with that 'Mongrel' business."
"I am a seventh son, so that might also be a multiplying factor," Alex suggested. Though he wasn't uncomfortable with how much stronger he was than his woman, physically and magically, he had also been thinking why he was this much ahead. "My read on it is that is my 'Mongrel' lineage and, well, men are just stronger, so."
"It's not a big gap in swimming," Charlotte pointed out.
"Still a gap though," Alex held.
The verbal exchange became a physical slap fight of the most playful variety. Charlotte fought with both hands, he with one (too busy squeezing Amethyst's ass with the other). The childish smacking ended when he gave the French tomboy a lazy shove. She was almost sent on her back by that alone.
Charlotte laughed and got back upright. "Okay, I surrender the 'men are stronger' point."
"Now, will you bow before the chosen one?" Yahui asked.
"Nope, I ain't there yet." Charlotte simply denied.
"Ignoring me, I think powers should be fairly evenly distributed," Alex stated. "Though I agree it doesn't seem immediately intuitive. Astrid being able to fly - hover." He corrected himself before the tomboy could. "Feels more flashy, but you can swim a lot faster now, right?"
"Definitely would get that gold medal," Charlotte sighed. "There's also this." She raised an index finger and concentrated. The abundant moisture in the air was concentrated into a hovering sphere of water. It reached the size of a golfball, before her focus broke and the water fell down on her hand. "Water bolt!" Flicking her hand, she launched droplets at Alex's face.
"I can do better than that," Amethyst boasted, effortlessly pulling together a water ball the size of a basketball.
"Yeah, but you got that Shiulrach essence," Charlotte stated.
"Indeed," Amethyst agreed. "It propelled me forwards, but I do not believe that I, or any of you, are near the limits."
"What are our limits?" Yahui raised up one of her legs. Scales crept up the length, immediately followed by a short-lived layer of perspiration freezing on them. Her control over temperature was not strong enough, yet, to keep that ice from melting almost as quickly as it had formed. "It is beginning to be an interesting question, isn't it?"
"After seeing Alex drag that altar earlier, definitely," Astrid echoed. "That was solid rock. The rest of us have been getting waaaaaaaay stronger too… some of us more than others."
"Hey, you get magic and flying, I get to lift stuff," Selana stated, when the other girls turned to her. Her delicious milk was one boon, the strength of a bovine another. In terms of raw power, Selana was probably the second strongest person around. Valeria was her only real competition, now imbued with a tiger's might. Evelyn was also up there, but some of that draconic might must have been rerouted to the defenses offered by her scales. Same went for Tess and her limited flight.
"Will you be able to create hurricanes with your punches, by the end of this?" Charlotte wondered. "Are we going full DBZ with this?"
Shaking her head, Yahui offered her opinion. "The most educated guess we can make are Shiulrach and the Death Willow. Both are clearly capable changing the environment with their power, but neither has managed that much. Granted, Shiulrach was shackled and we still do not know the extent of the Death Willow's influence over the rest of these islands, but the fact that life continues to exist and, largely, thrive on these islands means that even the, presumably, strongest entity around cannot exterminate an archipelago."
"A good analysis," Alex agreed. "On that logic, the upper end is something like enough power to cleave a hill, in an immediate application, and change a landscape, with a slower and deliberate usage?"
No one could answer that question, because none of them actually knew. "I hope its a bit more than that," Charlotte said. "If we don't have at least one big beam struggle before we are done here, I'll be so disappointed."
-x-X-x-
The day was fading and darkness was settling over the land. There were still one or two more hours of activity to be had before they would all come together for dinner and their pre-sleep orgy. One or two hours that Alex would continue to use to chat with his women.
At the moment, he was sitting on one of the many balconies of the Tree of harem Life. With him were Sofia, Niara and Kiara, all three of them huddling up to him for warmth. Though the weather was tropical, a rainy night like this could dip below temperatures that were optimally enjoyed naked.
"Hey, Kiara?" Alex raised his voice.
"Mhm?" The shortstack tilted her head back. She half laid on his chest, her face upside down while she look at him upside down. "What's up?"
"I was just wondering what made you agree to the Cult idea? I was too enticed by you kneeling to ask it earlier."
"You would be," the bratty, Irish dwarf mocked her Master, then crossed her arms under her tits. She made it a point to push them up as she thought, giving Alex a whole lot to look at. Sofia and Niara, attached to his side, nuzzled a little closer. Independently, they both grabbed their hand of the man of the island and placed it invitingly on their butts.
Alex's dick steered from its rest. Even before it was fully hard, Kiara enveloped him with her thick thighs. Hips rose and fell in a simple rhythm. Smooth skin glided over his erection. "Your god is pleased," he groaned, an echo of laughter in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah." Kiara rolled her eyes. "I agreed because Evelyn, Selana and this crazy woman…" She poked Sofia with her elbow. "...all insisted I do. They were laying in my ear all day!"
"That's not the actual reason," the fencer muttered into Alex's ear.
Alex chuckled at the 'revelation'. "Obviously not."
He thrust up between Kiara's thighs. Precum and the flow from her honeypot had coated his length. Pleasant as the warmth of her legs was, he preferred the tunnel between them. Understanding this, the shortstack pushed herself up his length. A hand pressed the engorged head into her quim, then the orange-haired tomboy descended. Despite her minute size, she took the entirety of his length into her depths without hesitation.
"So… big…" Kiara muttered.
"Tell the truth," Niara… requested? The wolf woman continued to use words as a limited currency and her delivery was enigmatic. "What made you convert?"
"By Master…" Kiara gasped between annoyed and aroused. The brat did enjoy being pressed. She could deny it all she wanted but it was still true. "Okay, fine! I didn't -ah- just convert because I was being harassed."
"H-harassed?" Sofia squeaked, scandalized. "We were just advertising the truth."
"Yeah, that's about… about the core of the matter." Kiara only had a few hitches in her speak, the speed of her rising and filling bottom gentle. "I can deny it all I want, it simply is true that Alex… is not just a man. He's THE man, our man, something… more!" She cried out. "Oooohhh… that scratches the… itch."
"That's it?" Niara asked.
"That's it." For whatever reason, Kiara switched to PR voice while she was riding him. "Simple answer, isn't it? It's also the one you get. You can only see so many miracles and deny that you should worship your man with more than sandwiches. When you land a god, you better treat him like one so he can treat you like the mother of demigods you are going to be."
The matter of fact response made something click in Niara's head. She glided from Alex's side to the floor. Sofia let out a pleased moan, "You see the truth too?"
Niara let her posture be her response. She knelt down, put two hands on the ground, and then fluidly lowered her head, raising her ass in equal measure. The deeply suggestive prostration had Alex's cock twitch inside Kiara. His empty hand immediately grabbed the freckled woman's waist, demanding a higher tempo.
"I acknowledge your divinity, Master," Niara said, plain and simple. "I support the formation of the Cult."
Sofia moaned again, louder, her fingers pumping in and out of her slit rapidly. She was getting off on the Cult expanding even harder than Alex did.
"Help Kiara get her reward for converting you," he ordered.
Niara raised her head gradually, her brown eyes glassy with desire. Eager tongue outstretched, she first weighed his heavy balls with her mouth, then administered a series of kisses to Kiara's inner thighs. Her tongue flicked over the short woman's clit, precision strikes between bounced, adding the electrifying stimulation of the button to the deep satisfaction of thorough penetration.
The entanglement was simple and short. Alex was already at the edge of bursting, only holding on until Kiara's cunt clenched around him. Screaming into the approaching night, Kiara squirted all over Niara's face. Spurt of semen pumped into her, each another pledge to make good on the promise to put a demigod into this cultist's surrendered womb.
This was the best life.
-x-X-x-
The end of day crawled towards Alex, but it hadn't quite reached him yet.
Lying on his back, he yawned. He fought off the light tiredness, brought about by the inaction of the last couple of hours. He chased it away by sliding off the comfortable couch and getting on the ground. A couple of sit-ups got his heartbeat up. The sleeping schedule was clear: orgy first, satisfied slumber after. He would not violate that sacred agreement.
'It might be actually sacred soon,' he thought.
"Yo," Blair greeted him, then plopped down on the couch. "Killing time?"
"You could say that," Alex agreed and stopped. With his pulse quickened, the encroaching drowsiness had retreated. He didn't want to continue until he was actually tiring his muscles.
The succubus glanced at his cock. Conditioning put him at halfmast from just her existing next to him. Between his endless supply of cum and his libido getting satisfied whenever he cared to, his body had simply learned to always be ready. Alex directed his gaze at the ceiling so he would not be aroused too much by the red woman's thighs.
"You don't want me to suck you off?" the semen demon asked.
"Do you want to suck me off?" he returned the question.
"With the orgy this close? No."
"That is my thought process as well."
"Oh hey," a second tomboy joined them. Sara approached them with bouncy steps.
'Even her shins are attractive,' Alex found himself thinking. 'So much leg to this bunny girl…'
Playfully, Sara hopped over him, then sat down next to Blair. The two laughed lightly, a gorgeous sound, while they rubbed shoulders and bumped thighs. A typical greeting ritual in the harem. It was like the skin of one tomboy was magnetic for another.
"You are also fleeing the demonstration?" Blair asked.
"Y-yeah," Sara agreed.
"Demonstration?" Alex asked. He had ended up on his lonesome after Sofia had decided to walk away for a bit. That even one of his most devoted sex slaves had no problem leaving him on his own was a good sign as far as the man of the island was concerned. Another bit of proof that their devotion was not to the detriment of their own desires.
"Just a bunch of the girls showing off their skills." Blair rested her head on her knuckles. The tip of her tail tapped on the cotton seat. "Us two have little to show off."
"I found that one racket-shaped stick but… we don't really have a ball to play with… o-or a second racket," Sara muttered.
"And I haven't found anything to ride yet." The succubus glared at both Alex and Sara, silencing the obvious pun before it could leave them. "I hope we will come across something eventually."
"Chances aren't bad," Alex answered. They encountered bears, gorillas, fairies and sword-carrying tortoises, among many other things. It would have been weirder if they never met a horse or rideable deer or whatever else. "Does it bother you to be stuck with… pardon the word 'useless' sports?"
"No," Blair answered instantly-
"A-a little…" Sara muttered. "I'm… pretty good at throwing things…"
"You helped a lot with that bear," Alex was quick to encourage her. It was easy, because it was true.
"T-thanks… still, I don't think I will ever get to benefit from what I did… tennis isn't exactly a sport for the wilderness…"
To that, Alex had nothing nice to say, so he said nothing at all. She was basically right. Tennis was a luxury sport that could only crop up in a modern society. Running, swimming, climbing, even rhythmic gymnastics had practical applications. That being said, tennis at least had trained Sara's thighs to be magnificent, so it was still better than doing no sport at all.
"Y-you aren't bothered at all by this…?" Sara asked Blair.
"I was. Initially." Blair traced one of the intricate black marks on her arm up to her shoulder. "Then the transformations started and I realized that our previous history won't matter that much. We are becoming more than what we were. I do want to integrate what I am already good at into what is coming, but I won't be bound by past expectations."
"That's… such a good way to look at this." Cutely Sara kicked the air. She looked at the ceiling, lost in thought. "Maybe I should ask Jane to give me bow training… I have good hand-eye coordination, so that can probably translate."
"A good idea," Alex said. "If you feel that's your path forwards."
"I'm not quite sure yet… I'll have to think about it."
"And I will keep looking for horse-shaped things," Blair remarked.
They chatted a little more, then eventually went to the dining room. The evening gathering was shorter than usual. Alex gave a unified summary of the events of the day for everyone, just to stitch together the bits and pieces they had heard over the last few hours.
Fought a bear, found a totem, destroyed the totem, came back, smithed some stuff, that was basically the summary of the day. Once he had finished that topic, he changed to the other elephant in the room. "Evelyn, Tess, I can practically see you two twitching with the need to comment on the Cult.
"Secondary only to the need to serve you, Master," Evelyn purred, giving his dick a hungry glance. He had elected to wait until the orgy and he was sticking to it, so he just gestured for the dragoness to continue. "It is my understanding that the establishment of the Cult is not yet a unanimous matter?"
"It is not," Blair was the first to answer.
"I think," Charlotte followed it up, "I can speak for all of us sceptics when I say that it's not that we don't see the reasons for it, we just aren't convinced yet."
"Essentialyl," Jane echoed.
"Indeed," Valeria also affirmed.
Those four were the only ones who held back on supporting the idea of the Cult outright which was… pretty ridiculous. The idea had been born this morning and out of sixteen members of his harem only four weren't sure if they wanted to treat him as their living idol. No one took even a weak stance against it.
"We will continue making the case tomorrow," Evelyn promised. "For now, we are only talking about the establishing of the Cult. Doctrines of it will be subject to further debates."
"And all of them must be unanimous," Tess added. "That's the will of our Master."
There were nods all around the table, including from Alex himself. A short silence followed. No one had anything else to bring up. Which meant… it was time for the orgy.
-x-X-x-
"To the bedroom," Alex ordered. The change in his cadence caused a shared shiver among all of the tomboys. Thoughts retreated to the back of their minds as submissive instincts took over. The man of the island desired them. Nothing else mattered now.
Just the act of following him through the corridors made their pussies drool. They walked, for once, the brisk pace Alex dictated too quick to follow on all fours. He did not correct them, for there was nothing to correct. At the current pace, he would be assigned the status of their god by tomorrow night at the latest. The idea was making him way too horny. Precum dripped from his erection as he climbed the steps. The most depraved of his harem licked the masculine essence off the floor. The magical status of the wood and the steady work of their eldritch servants made them confident in the cleanliness of it all.
The second he was in the bedroom, he grabbed the first woman within reach. Niara made barely any sound, not when he tossed her to the ground and not when he mounted her. Only when he penetrated her did she let out a lustful moan. It was a muted verbal reaction compared to the powerful quivers going through her body.
Alex rutted into the Kenyan wolf woman, pulling her hair like a leash as he did. "Who am I, slave?" His demanding tone reflected his sadistic mood.
"Master!" The quiet woman cried out, an orgasm hitting her like a freight train in that same moment. Her tongue lolled out. Panting slurred her repetitions of the word. "Mashterh, Mashtahr, Masssster, M-aah-ste-e-e-er!"
The pace he set was superhuman. A regular woman would not have been able to withstand the ass-rippling impacts of his titanic frame, but Niara was a wolf-eared tomboy. She thrust her hips back at him, only increasing the volume of the smacks. The watching harem collapsed onto the mattress, their knees weak from the sympathetic pleasure alone.
"Such a good bitch in heat," Alex complimented her with a wild grunt.
"Woof!" Niara barked unprompted. It was every bit as amusing as it was hot. The silent tomboy looked over her shoulder, scarcely a spark of sapience left in her eyes. She really was just an obedient sex pet.
Alex continued to hammer her. At this pace, he would not last more than a few minutes, but that hardly mattered. The gaps between Niara's orgasms became shorter and shorter, until they ceased to exist at all. She was dripping constantly, squirting occasionally, marking the sheets with the first signs of the orgy.
When he was close, he simply continued on until he sailed right over the edge. He stopped with his hips pressed against her bubble butt. The runner's muscles tensed under the layer of plush, her velvety insides quivering and twitching as she let out a loud howl. The honour of receiving his blessed seed was the final nail in the coffin for her sanity this night. Every spurt into her womb prolonged the last orgasm and raised its peak even higher.
Alex pulled out as soon as the clenching folds let him. A last rope of his thick seed sprayed over her raised ass. The strong white rose starkly against the dark chocolate of her rear. The second he released her hair, she slumped forwards, remaining a twitching mess with her derriere high in the air.
Following his appetites, Alex backed away from the fucked silly wolf tomboy and went straight towards Kiara. "M-me?" the ginger stammered, her brattiness buried under the aggressiveness of his approach.
"Against the wall," he ordered her. "Facing me."
Kiara took several hasty steps backwards. "L-like I w-want to-" She tried to spin together a comment that would get a rise out of him. The Irish dwarf stopped, completely covered by his shadow, cast from the crystal ceiling. She gulped, then moaned as she squeezed her tits together for him.
The mountains of pale, freckled flesh formed a tight cleavage. Alex thrust up between them without a second thought. Submissively, Kiara drooled into her own cleavage, accelerating the speed at which her fat tits turned into a well-lubricated sex toy. She was at a wonderful height to give standing boob jobs.
Far from shy with her voice, Kiara chanted his title. "Master! Master! Oh fuck, your holy cock feels so good between my tits. You're making your devoted shortstack… cum….!"
Kiara shivered all over, her sensitive tits sending powerful signals through her diminutive frame. Even getting her tits fucked provided her with more powerful orgasms than she had known in her life before this island.
Lewd, wet sounds filled the room. Hard cock glided through the valley of soft tit flesh. The other haremettes fingered themselves at a rapid pace. Those that were in support of the Cult, especially those zealously pushing for it, were much louder than those four that were not. They cried out his title, "Master, Master!" as they dissolved fully into the faith they had in their lustful deity. There was consensual sexual slavery and then there were genuine veneration of the dom. They believed, with all of their blessed hearts, that he would give them everything they wanted.
Alex was certainly proving that point, fucking Kiara's super-sensitive tits until her legs became too wobbly to stand. With just the right level of aggression, he grabbed her upper arm. His fingers clenched the limb firm enough to be controlling but not so tight as to hurt her. After guiding her to the mattress, he released her.
Kiara was flat on the floor. She was a tiny cushion, a layer of springy flesh between her enormous Master and the soft mattress. Fucking her pronebone was one of those positions that really emphasized their size difference. The Irish dwarf all but disappeared beneath him. Her drenched folds accepted the full length of his cock despite this. He closed his eyes, opting to see nothing at all over the white sheets between his arms.
Another load rushed up his shaft, swiftly being dumped inside another happy cocksleeve. Kiara pushed out a small cascade of garbled syllables, her pussy clenching to milk him. When he was content, Alex pulled out.
Yahui was right there. He mashed his lips on hers, wrestling the Chinese ice lady to the ground. Her cold tongue and bottom-heavy curves fought back playfully. Like her unusual temperature, it was all quite pleasing. Slick with the juices of others, he pushed into her without a second thought. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt her Master's cock once more.
It was a simple and swift manoeuvre. He grabbed her by the swell of her hips, then straightened up. Sharp cries and rhythmic claps filled the room as he fucked the snake tomboy missionary style. Conversion was hardly necessary, but it was the standard position for a reason. Hard, fast and deep, he fucked her until she was a squirming mess and his cum once more pumped into a new womb.
Janette was next. After simple sex, Alex craved a simple facefucking. The dryad read his intention without a single word, getting on her knees and tilting her head back with practised submission. "Relieve yourself, my divine Master," she offered, lust melting her usually reserved tone, and opened up wide. Horns grasped, Alex did just that, thrusting into her ready throat and using it like the comfort hole she was.
"You know where you belong," Alex grunted, giving voice to his particularly dominant mood. "Around your owner's cock. Guess even the most stoic tomboy yearns to be used."
"Mhm-hm!" Janette's hummed agreement vibrated around the pumping manhood. Muffled moans turned into muffled screams, the face fucking only growing more demanding. The orgasmic throat of the dryad rewarded her with every plunge down her upper hole. Her ass rose and fell as if she was riding him, animated by the electric jolts of pleasure.
The instinctive responses of her body only became more intense. Hips bucked to the rhythm of the facefucking. The overwhelming pleasure made her eyes roll. Wave after wave of climactic relief surged through her. Each plunge was another orgasm, bestowed upon her trembling frame. Her body was nothing but a convulsing mess within minutes, focused entirely on the sensation of getting her throat stuffed.
Alex gave her the same reward all of his tomboys got at the end of a day. A generous and just god would not leave their nudism and obedience unrewarded. He pumped their version of ambrosia down her throat, making her squirt one more time before he left her tight throat behind. She collapsed into a temporarily mindbroken pile of trembling, female flesh upon the release of her horns. Like the others, she moaned his praises while fingering her drenched pussy to the view of his continued conquests.
"Have I earned a reward?" Evelyn cooed when he headed towards her. "If so I-"
"Shut up," he interrupted the haughty woman, who snapped her mouth shut with an audible clack. Widened eyes gleamed not with surprise but with raw arousal. All of that pride, channelled not into being his equal but into being his devoted cumdump. "A proper slave needs no reward. Get on all fours."
Not daring to speak without permission, Evelyn did just that. She cried out in primal pleasure when he penetrated her from behind. The thick base of her bronze tail changed the shape of her ass slightly, but the human core remained intact with its twin spheres and the dripping slit between.
Alex grabbed the dragoness' horns. The pull of his bulging arms forced her into a flat U-shape. Evelyn's tongue lolled out. Her pussy tightened. All of her reacted to the domination with the utmost approval.
Alex wrecked her. The percussive impacts of his hips against her chocolate ass echoed in the room. Once more, his motions provided the rhythm to which all others pumped their fingers into cunts, be it their own or that of whoever they were lying next to. The scent of nubile women in the air was thick
Pussy juice squirted from Evelyn's cunt over and over again. A final explosion marked the moment he pumped her full with her own share of the seed that night. He remained inside her tight pussy for as long his balls tightened, then departed with a smack to her ass. "Be proud, Evelyn, you please me."
"Th-thank, Master!" the zealous dragoness exclaimed with the remnants of her thoroughly fucked mind.
Alex's eyes swept across the room, finding Sofia and Amethyst. The two tomboys were stacked on top of each other, pussy to pussy, spreading the other's womanhood for easy access. Among all the invitations, that one was the most immediately enticing.
Sofia was on top. He filled her first. The fencer was a sword and a sheath both. "You bless me with your favour, Master!" she exclaimed, then whimpered in loss when he swiftly pulled out of her.
"Oh, my most divine and alluring Master!" Amethyst cried when he stuffed her in turn.
Back and forth like that, coaxing their veneration out of them with every penetration, until they could no longer speak. They were making out for their own pleasure and upped the show for his viewing delight. Sofia got her load first, but he did not stop fucking them until he filled up Amethyst as well. The second he left them, they changed to the 69 position. Lapping the seed out of the honeypot of their fellow haremette was their nature as good, well-trained submissives.
Ashley was so entranced with the view, she didn't realize it was her turn until Alex had already picked her up. Standing, he pushed the petite Asian woman down on his cock, then proceeded to pound her for everyone to see. Voyeurism had left her so horny that it took him even less effort than usual to make her squirt. Arcs of gushing pussy juice rained down on the sheets. Her small but wonderfully shaped rear rippled with every impact.
He was using her as a fleshlight, holding her small waist with both hands and simply moving her back and forth. She was much too short to reach the ground, turning her into nothing but a relief tool he was moving back and forth in unison with his thrusts. Ecstatic screams and a tight cunt were her contributions to being used. Alex did not mind at all, making her feel entirely at his whims was part of the fun for both of them.
Pulling her down one last time, Alex filled her pussy up with another massive load. It did not matter how many times he came, his balls never stopped providing an absurd quantity of cum. "G-glory to… Master," she prayed, as the seed-induced orgasm fried the last of her brain cells for the night. When he placed her on the floor, her fellow thorough-fucked cocksleeves competed for the cum oozing from her.
Sara knelt close, so in awe at all of this that she had stopped fingering herself. Meeting the nervous gaze of the rabbit tomboy took a bit of the edge off. Reigning in his excess sadism, he approached the Spaniard with a head pat and a smile. He lowered her gently onto her back. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his torso, He hugged her tightly in kind.
"Y-you can use me hard and fast, Master…" Her shy whisper wiped away a good chunk of the control he had just found. He slammed into her, reminding her of the cock that had penetrated her several times over the course of that day. The follow-up was rapid, turning her swollen cunt into a squelching sleeve for his relief.
Words were fleeting, a concept that Sara soon forgot beneath the mating press. Thick thighs pressed needfully into Alex's sides. Harder, faster, he moved until his hips were a blur. Sara submitted in love and faith, squirting each time his cock scraped over her sensitive spots. The tight hug and intense lovemaking were exactly what she wanted. The creampie was the natural endpoint.
"Thaaaaaank youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" she cried out, feeling genuine gratitude for the boon of being filled with his essence. Alex felt the same, the relief he experienced from filling her, like any of his tomboys, was nothing short of a sublime revelation of his luck in life.
His cock kept tensing inside her for a little while. Finding her lips in a kiss, he let the tingling sensation of the loving wrestling of their tongues be his guide back to a calmer state of mind. Sara's powerful legs only began to loosen when the last drop of his cum had been wrung out of him by her convulsing folds. It was like being milked by velvet.
Once he pulled out, Alex beheld his handiwork so far. Usually it took him a lot longer to get through the majority of his harem, but that night he had pounded out the first 9 in less than… 40 minutes? Alex still had to guess, it wasn't as if they had a clock around.
'Guess I can take it a little slower for the rest,' he thought, directing his gaze to his next partner.