Tomboy Island

Alex nodded to himself.

“On that topic, the tree will be moving towards where that box is. It will take all of today. Keep that in mind when you plan to go out on your own… and on that note, I want you to stay in big groups if you do. I doubt there’s another one of those deer running around, but I’d rather not find out the bad way.”

“We won’t go anywhere you haven’t cleared out, Master,” Tess promised.

“Speaking of-” Evelyn started, only to stop when Sara cried out in bliss. The rabbit woman had been filled with cum in the breakfast and Janette was helping herself to dessert. “Speaking of groups, Alex, who do you want to take along today?”

The dragon woman put her chin on his shoulder and caressed the path of his collarbone. It was pretty clear she herself wanted to go. It was against Evelyn’s nature to lag behind anyone and she could not wait to become more of a dragon.

“The choice is yours, of course,” she purred assuringly. Even if he did not take her along, she was his haremette first. No strife would come of his decision. The only limiting factor, therefore, was that he would not take Tess, Charlotte or Selana along. Those three deserved their day of rest.

Alex considered it for a little while. There was a reason to deny her and that was to double down on the reminder that she did not always get what she wanted here. She was one of his women and he valued that a lot but she was ONE of his women. Even if she was up in the hierarchy by virtue of being assertive, she was ultimately not above them.

He made his choice with that and other things in mind. “Amethyst,” he named his first choice. The slime woman had yet to accompany him during these travels and he wanted to see how capable she was. “Astrid, Jane,” those two he picked because he was very certain about what they could do. A counterbalance to the test.

“I am eager to serve you throughout the day,” Amethyst purred.

“Should be interesting,” Jane agreed.

“Interesting? Bro, come on!” Astrid bumped shoulders with the redhead. “Get pumped! Something just as ridiculous as him becoming titanic is gonna happen, I just feel it.”

Evelyn let out a little disappointed sigh, but kept her breasts pressed against him all the same. “You know what’s best, Master,” she purred and kissed him on the cheek.

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[Active Perks for the day:

Flexibility II - When Amethyst joins the party, choose 1 Stat Category. For that day, Rolls of that category are increased by 8. (Chosen: Social)

Keep Running! - Astrid provides 2 additional Rerolls per day, but they must be spent on Physical Checks. These Rerolls have a -10 modifier. (Note: as a reminder, when I do rerolls, the original rolls are not discarded).

Weyrd - When picking Astrid for the party, the QM secretly rolls 2d100. The resulting rolls are banked for the day and are switched in if they would make something a success.

Bullseye - Once per day, replace any combat or Physical Roll result with a 50 (before modifiers).

Elves are Cocksleeves - Lewd Crit Extension (33-34 and 68-69).

Points:

You have 2 regular Rerolls.

You have 2 Physical Rerolls at -10 from Astrid.

You have 1 69 Point banked.]

-Voting closed - 5 voters

Your free morning Social, who and how many? (select more than 1)

Some idea for a social with those two (select more than 1)

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Alex stood outside the tree. Inhaling deeply, he raised his sword above his head, then took a half step forwards as he brought it back down. Loose sand was parted below where the blade halted in the air.

“Wow,” Selana commented, seated on one of the roots of their tree home. The order to move had not been given yet. Alex was enjoying his usual hour of time distortion in the morning. Today, he decided to show off. “Did you get even stronger overnight?”

“You say that like it would be odd,” Yahui said. The Chinese gymnast had also joined him, herself seated right next to Selana. The feet of the woman dangled slightly above the ground. “Many things happen overnight here.”

“Ya got me there,” the cow woman confirmed.

Alex raised the sword over his head and swung again. His face must have betrayed his dissatisfaction. “What’s wrong?” Yahui asked. “It appeared to be a fine swing to me.”

“It’s not a bad swing,” Alex agreed. “Well, it's not a bad swing from what I know.” He did it again. “It’s just… I remember cleaving that crab in half. Everything aligned for that strike. All of my muscles felt like they were moving correctly and then it was dead.” Another swing. “I can’t quite replicate it.”

Yahui hummed, clearly distracted by something. Wondering what it was, Alex lowered the weapon and glanced over. Him looking over caused Selana to check on the Chinese woman as well. They caught her in the act of very openly staring at the cow woman’s tits.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone does,” Selana joked.

Yahui snapped into a straight position and blushed. Clearing her throat, she confessed. “I could not miss that they were jiggling.”

“They jiggle from literally everything.” Selana cupped her tits and gave them a little shake. A little shake translated into wonderful ripples in this abundant ocean of flesh. “I thought I had big tits before, now I’m a literal milk bar. Fuck, if we did make it back to civilization, I would probably have to give up on the Olympics.”

“Can’t compete with tits that big?” Alex asked seriously and she nodded. Fact of the matter was that little advantages counted for a lot at the top end of competition and running around with… G-cups, or whatever those were was not an advantageous state of being for a cyclist. “Good thing we are not going back.”

“Even if we did, I wouldn’t be able to compete anymore anyway,” Selana said with a grin. “I’d be knocked up immediately.”

“True,” Alex agreed and swung his sword again. This time he leered at her breasts as he did so. ‘My God, Yahui was right, they jiggle from the wind.’

“...Can I be weird?” the gymnast raised her voice.

“We’re watching our Master swing a stone sword the size of himself, all while naked, on a magical island,” Selana described their situation. “Yeah, you can be fucking weird.”

Yahui squirmed a little bit where she sat anyway. Even while doing that, she was elegant. Every one of her motions was as smooth as a frozen lake. “I would like to taste your milk.”

“...I mean, that’s not even that weird,” Selana answered after a short pause, then she laughed. “I thought you’d suggest fisting.”

“Wha- Ew! No!”

“Yeah, exactly,” Selana slapped the back of her fellow haremette. “Why’re ya being shy about the normal intrusive thoughts.”

“I would like to make it an intrusive act,” Yahui stated, eyes firmly focused on Selana’s nipple. Even the light squeeze earlier was enough to cause the areola to ooze a little bit of the white milk. “What does it even feel like?”

“Honestly, I can’t describe it.” Grabbing her own tits again, she gave them a bit of a kneading. The milk gently squirted out at that point. “It's just a very satisfying feeling.” She smirked and turned her chest towards Yahui. “Come on, do the intrusive act. I wanna know what it feels like to get sucked on too.”

“I… okay,” Yahui was overwhelmed by Selana’s directness and went for it. Brushing long strands behind her ear, she bowed down. Extender, her tongue licked up from underneath, gathering what milk was already dripping on her way up to the source. Once her lips found the swollen, dark brown nipple, she latched onto it and sucked.

“Ooohhh, yessssss,” Selana’s moan was deep and groaning, almost like a moo. Her eyelids fluttered. Her toes curled. Enjoyment was written all over her features.

Alex saw Yahui gulp and that was as much as his own curiosity could sustain. Leaving his sword standing upright on the beach, he strutted over the two steps. All he needed from Selana was a little nod to help himself to her other tit.

Lactation was not one of Alex’ kinks but he had no aversion to it either and when presented with a cow girl… it honestly felt obligatory. He sucked gently on the nipple. There was not even enough force behind it to give her a hickey. It was plenty to coax the milk out from her mammary and into his mouth.

Alex had hoped she would taste like chocolate milk and she did. Not the exact same, but close enough to draw the comparison. Pleasantly hot and sweet, the produce of her tits filled his mouth. He gulped it down readily. His hand brushed down the inside of her thigh and found her cunt dripping wet.

It took barely more than a brushing touch to push her over the edge. Tensions ran up and down her spine, making her knead her tits even more. Every time her digits pressed into her udders, Alex got a mouthful. He gathered it up, then broke from the nipple. He leaned up and kissed Selana, letting her taste her own milk.

Selana gulped it down greedily. There was not a whole lot and some dripped down between their whirling tongues. “Oh fuck, I’m delicioush,” she slurred between kisses.

“Yes you are,” Yahui agreed, managing to pull away that moment. Alex did the same. Selana needed a few moments before she had gathered herself again. “You do not seem any smaller,” the Chinese woman noted.

“Don’t feel any lighter either,” the cow girl said. “Definitely magical lactation, but we already guessed that.” She pointed at her curved horns.

“Do you have an endless amount then?” Alex wondered.

“Don’t think so… I’m hungry now, so it’s definitely taking up some energy,” Selana reported.

“The wonders of magic,” Yahui joked, then giggled behind an elegantly raised hand. Her blue eyes fell on Alex’ erection afterwards. “I believe it is our turn to wield your mighty sword?”

“That was awful!” Selana laughed. “I love it!”

Alex did not get to do more practice swings.

Spoiler

Choices -Voting closed - 5 voters

Dice: 1d100

Options: Sum. Threshold: 75.

68 = 68 (Fail)

Elves are Cocksleeves makes this a Lewd Crit.

-Voting closed - 10 voters

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“I want to go east,” Jane said.

Alex wanted to ask why, but a single look at the redhead’s face told him what answer he would give. There was that same mysterious glint in her eyes that made drunks walk around the block or Estonian fencers seek out a turtle in the jungle. In other words, it was a feeling that was best obliged.

“East it is,” he decided and lead the way.

The sandy soil of the beach was gradually replaced by the fertile earth of the berry fields. Alex remained constantly aware of any wildlife. If it was usual, he wanted to kill it and bring the meat back to the moving tree. If it was unusual, he wanted to kill it before it killed him.

“There!” Jane took over after some time. Her eyes were better than his, so he could only follow the direction of her finger. Thankfully, the archer was not the sort to move ahead.

It turned out that there would have been no harm in it even if she did. “Beautiful place,” Astrid commented.

“A place of power,” Amethyst agreed.

They were standing before a flower field. It was elevated from the rest of the grass by a sharp slope. What was notable about the flowers was their density and size. Each one was as big as Alex’ fist and like his fist would have been, the buds were closed.

“Fuck me,” Jane said and bent over the sharp slope.

Alex gave her rear a sharp smack. “You’re forgetting something.”

“Please fuck me, Master!” Jane swiftly corrected herself. “This place yearns for an act of life.”

Only one thing to do when a submissive offered a good excuse like that.