Tomboy Island

“Keep a lookout,” he ordered Amethyst and Astrid.

“Yes, sir!” the Swedish blonde said and saluted. “I’ll be making sure no one surprises you while you turn Jane into a quivering cumbucket.”

“I shall do the same,” the slime woman echoed.

Alex laughed but gave them both a reprimanding stare. He was serious and they caught onto that. When they had their backs turned to him and Jane, he moved up to her.

The English woman turned elf was swinging her wide hips left to right. Love juices trickled readily down the insides of her smooth thighs. She stood with her legs slightly apart, her elbows resting on the edge of the elevated flowerbed. There were regular flowers there, distinct from the patch of closed buds.

Despite her obvious arousal, she had a serious expression on her face. Alex knew that usually lasted from dawn to dusk. Only when Jane was drunk or sleeping did she ever lose that stern display. That had been the case until recently. He had a third way now, one that was a lot more effective.

His paw of a hand grabbed his redheaded sex slave by the side of her hips. Fingers pressed into the crease between her bubble butt and soft thighs, feeling the warmth pulsing through her. Just the touch made her red lips curl into a lewd smile. Her green eyes lost their hardness, then turned glassy with desire.

Rubbing his cock against her cunt, he enjoyed the need her lower lips voicelessly spoke of. Every drop of pussy juice that mixed with his precum was another addition to the lengthy poem of desire. He had to squat to align himself properly. The tanned redhead blushed. The reddish tint went up to her pointy ears.

‘How does a pair of ears make everything else sexier by proximity?’ Alex wondered. He would have touched and rubbed them, had he not needed the other hand to help with his balance. He found a rock in the grass to hold onto while he pushed forwards.

Jane was tight. He had not fucked her since last night and that had been a brief, if very satisfying affair. He was not taking advantage of the mark on her womb this time. This time he was going to fuck her the usual way. It was best not to make elevation the norm and it was even better not to need it.

“That’s a good cocksleeve,” Alex grunted as he sunk deeper and deeper into her.

“Thank you, Master,” Jane groaned back, voice taxed but not yet overwhelmed by pleasure. “God, you’re… big…” she gasped, “Almost too big.”

“But only almost,” Alex completed the thought for her and she flashed him the rare smile. It dropped when he slowly pulled out of her, then was replaced by an open-mouthed expression of delight when he smacked her ass. Every time he spanked her, Alex found, the redhead liked it a little more the next time he pounded her. All of his submissives were masochistic to some degree. Some had to learn where their boundaries were both in pain and enslavement.

Experiments were for another time. Right now, his cock was stretching her quivering quim. Every time he advanced and pulled back, the folds twitched around his manhood. The resulting friction was the fuel that kept both of them moving. While his hips moved back and forth at increasing speed, she wiggled hers in unison with his rhythm.

His speed had not even reached its zenith yet when he pushed against her round ass and set her off. It was a gentle loving, for now, so he remained as he was. The time she spent twitching, he used to caress her back. There was always something to marble at about a woman’s back, whether it was the way tense muscles framed the median furrow or the quiver of her shoulder blades.

Down her side, back to her thigh, Alex took hold of her once again. “You should thank your Master for making you cum,” he said playfully.

“Thank you,” Jane purred. It wasn’t quite as reverently as Alex wished for, but it was on the right track.

Picking up where he had left off, he fucked her at moderate speed. Jane was on a hair trigger that morning. As hard as he had made her squirt the night before, it was obvious her body hungered for more. That was reason enough to draw things out a bit.

Alex kept his pace and stamina measured. When he made her cum again, he slipped out of her. His cock rested between the twin hills of her backside. A pleasant place to gather himself and let his building lust calm a bit.

“Thank you for the orgasm, Master,” she was swift to say when she regained control of her vocal cords. It was his signal to align himself with her now agape cunt again. He pushed inside with one harsh thrust. The sudden impact made her eyes roll up. “AH!” her sharp scream echoed over the field.

It was right back to pounding after that. His cock kept gliding over the pleasurably twitching flesh of her insides. “Will you cum for me more?” he grunted and gave her ass as a wrist-flexed swat. “Will you howl for your Master?”

“Yesh! Yeeeee-e-e-e-esssss!” The redhead screamed.

Alex could no longer hold back on the impulse: he needed to play with that pointy ear. Curving his back, he caught the end of it between his teeth and nibbled. More so than the spank, the playful bite had her pussy clench around his cock. She was utterly enthralled by the moment of bliss. It only took a few more thrusts to make her squirt.

The pussy juice was released in intense waves. It soaked her thighs and the ground to their feet. Grass rustled, the verdant colour growing stronger, and flower buds quivered.

Alex let go of her hips and placed a hand on Jane’s throat. Not to squeeze, she was not that masochistic (yet), just to guide her lips as he released her ear and sought her tongue instead. The constant thrusting slowed to a rhythmic rolling of their hips while they made out.

Jane’s face radiated heat. Endorphins pumped through her with every heartbeat. She smelled sweat from the release of pheromones. There was a note of pine and resin in there, a mysterious mixture that only added to it all. Her red hair swayed in the little winds of the day.

Much as Alex loved what they were doing, he was starting to feel the drawbacks of fucking outdoors, especially on such a hot day. “What are you?” he asked and straightened up again.

In a dreamy voice, so starkly different from the usual discipline, she swooned, “Master Alex’s cumdump.”

“Good girl,” he hummed, then entered the final stretch.

Loud and sharp, the sounds of his hips slamming against her rear echoed over the grass and through the nearby trees. Every time he hammered into her, making her pussy gush, the flowers trembled in anticipation. Jane came for the fourth time while he was hammering her. He kept on going, letting the trembles of her stretched cunt be what brought him over the edge. He reached the point of no return. Three seconds, that was all he could hold one for.

3. He plunged into her. 2. He moved in rapid, tiny thrusts. 1. All of his being existed on a knife’s edge. 0. Muscles seized and seed surged up his shaft. Jane’s orgasm, just starting to calm, returned with new strength as his cum pooled at the entrance to her womb.

All the times that Alex had thought Jane had a nice ass were verified several times over while he pressed against it. The cushion lost its heart-shape, flattening with all of the juiciness it had, while his cock kept on tensing. Every spurt of cum was filled with years worth of sexual fantasies of his friend and days worth of the ludicrous and wonderful reality of having his harem. The latter weighed much heavier than the former.

Jane wiggled her ass. Little, almost circular motions that coaxed out of him every last drop he had. His cock was starting to go flaccid when he pulled out.

Losing all the strength in her legs, Jane glided to the floor. Alex helped her turn around, using the mount of grass as her backrest. Eyes glazed over by the pleasure of the aftershock, she reached down to her agape pussy. Curving two fingers into the twitching hole, she helped the semen inside her flow out. The white needed little help. A porn star would have been envious of the size Alex had left in her. Mixed with her own juices, the thick seed seeped into the soil.

The flowers behind her grew rapidly. Buds opened as stalks swelled into large bushes. “Life begets life,” moaned the elf, shivering at the touch of her own fingers.