Tomboy Island

Seated in the moss and grass, Alex peered out. After what felt like minutes, something shifted. Something within the blackness changed. What had been isolating, dark fog before parted, creating a corridor of light. Non-existent mountains parted around that pathway and down it walked a humanoid figure.

A pair of horns contrasted sharply against the backlight. A complicated pattern of black peeled out of the now white fog quickly afterwards. It was a halo, of sorts, made up of individual bits and pieces. The broken ring hovered above a head of dense, luscious black hair, long and gelled back. Eyes as yellow as sulfur came into view next.

The figure was too broad of shoulder to be female. The fact was quickly confirmed as the features of the entity became properly visible. Grey of skin and marked with lines of a darker shade, the entity made for an objectively aesthetic and demonic display. Black lips were parted in an arrogant grin, revealing sharp teeth. The digits of the demon ended in sharp, horn-like claws. A furred tail curved behind his back, emerging from somewhere beneath the ragged cloth that hung from his waist. It was the only article of clothing he wore, leaving the rest of his toned physique on display.

“Mr, znjmbbo m dlisljdmjh mggnwli. M mongrel mh hrmh!” the demon addressed Alex, who tilted his head in puzzlement. “Oep amdl tpnhl m alii ez hrlil ibphi, well done! oep apih fl ez ao ej blood? n smj slghmnjbo iljil hrl njzbpljsl ez pi dlaeji ez bpih nhrnj oep. Ipsr mi hrl glmiej oep lgl mfbl he znjd hrni lust seal nj hrl zngih wbmsl”

At that point, Alex’s confusion reached the point where he felt confident in speaking up. “I’m sorry, but I can barely make out a word you are saying?” he spoke slowly, uncertain if they would have this issue in reverse.

It quickly became a certainty. “Oep de jeh pjdlgihmjd al, de oep?” the demon, an incubus Alex reckoned, scratched his smooth chin. He sighed, looking surprisingly human in his awkward frustration. “Slow?”

“Slow?” the man of the island responded, drawing out each letter.

The incubus nodded eagerly. The movement of his lips did not quite match the words he drawled, but Alex understood. “Limited - time. You - mongrel?”

“Yes,” he answered, little as he cared for the title.

“Incubus - Lord.” The demon beat his chest. “Lust - Seal. You - Broke.” The hatred of the incubus broke through even their difficulty communicating. “Death Willow - made.”

“Death Willow - Prevents - Births?” Alex asked the first question he had on his mind. The incubus nodded. “What - Is?”

“Undead. Enemy - All.” The incubus shook his head in disappointment. “Forgotten - Horror - Reason. Dead - Spirits.”

“How - Breed?” Alex asked. Even given the situation, there must have been better ways to ask that quest. None came to mind and the incubus lord only laughed loudly at his formulation.

After a brief period of amusement, his eyes darted to the side. For a second, he was distracted by something. “Kill - Death Willow,” he spoke grimly, then rubbed his chin. “Alternative - Small.”

“What is it?” Alex asked eagerly. The incubus blinked in confusion. “What - is?”

“North - Island - West - Sphere,” the incubus spoke very slowly.

The fog around them shifted in colour again. Rather than a dense black or a regular white, it took on a grey that was thoroughly disgusting. It was the colour of industrial smog or a dust storm. The incubus turned his head. Whatever had distracted him was getting closer. Alex could sense its malevolent presence, even if he could not see it himself.

The demon’s tone implied urgency. “You - Weak. Grow - Strong. I - Help.” The incubus squatted down and dragged his finger through the moss. Infernal letters were carved not into the plants nor the soil beneath but the fabric of reality itself. A set of words, none of which Alex could truly read, burned like glowing coals. They scorched themselves into Alex’s retina. He looked away when the pain became too much. “Speak - One.”

Alex fixated again on the words after that instruction. He narrowed his eyes. Yes, when he focused on one word just long enough, he could just barely begin to grasp his meaning. It was accompanied by a stinging pain and itching in the markings on his chest. He was not strong enough to understand more than one at this time, but one would suffice.

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Choices -Voting closed - 6 voters

Dice: 1d2

2 = 2

Blood it is

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“Fbeed.” Alex wasn’t even sure how he pronounced that, but he did. The incubus lord nodded, then cut his own palm open with a casual flick of his thumb claw. Deep red blood dropped from the gash. The incubus gestured for Alex to step forwards. He did.

“Blood,” the demon spoke. Before Alex could react, his own palm had been cut open. The demon grasped his hand, pressing the wounds on each other. Fire filled Alex’s veins. The itching on his markings became a pleasant, warm pulse. It synchronized with his heartbeat, before the incubus lord pulled his hand away. Both of their wounds were suddenly healed.

A distant wailing filled the ear. The incubus lord’s head snapped to the side. The mountains that his coming had erected began to shatter, dissolving like old bread in water. Fragments drifted upwards, only to be enveloped by something else. The cry of the banshee came ever closer.

The incubus raised his hand. He gave Alex one more long look. “Grow,” he stated once more, before pulling his fingers together into a tight fist. Something collapsed. The fog, mountains and screams were all suddenly gone, together with the incubus himself. Alex was left standing on his own.

Well, not completely on his own. “What happened?” Amethyst asked, only now surfacing from her post-orgasmic haze. The other two groggily raised their heads as well.

“I’ve met a demon lord,” Alex responded truthfully.

The fire was still rushing through his being, awaiting a form to take.

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Choices -Voting closed - 6 voters

[New Spell unlocked: Infernal Decree - 1 Mana - Mark an enemy with malevolent energies. They take 1 Poise damage at the end of each Round.]

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Alex, exerting the control he had over his own blood, drew the power into his vocal cords. If he was going to be a sex demon, in part, then he wanted to be a successful sex demon. “Now, before all of you ask how serious I am - form a line for me.”

The three haremettes shivered wantonly at his voice. He could hear it himself, the sudden evolution of his already deeply pleasant baritone into something that was sinfully sweet to listen to without him even trying. Amethyst, Jane and Astrid obeyed, compelled not only by their inclinations but also the devilish dominance in his voice.

As they formed their line, they quivered in growing pleasure. “Kiss,” he gave another order. Before they could question what was going on, they busied themselves in making out with each other. The three-way kiss was heated. Constantly, the woman in the middle, Astrid, swapped between purple and red lips. The more they obeyed, the more they quivered, until it all came to a point.

No pussies had been touched, no breasts cupped. There was only the kiss and the following of orders. It was the latter that had the three sex slaves spasm where they knelt. As that realization sunk in, they beheld their Master with an adoring gaze that Alex was slowly getting used to.

“I now have the voice of an incubus as well,” he told them. “Obey me and you will be rewarded.” He was uncertain if it would work, but he had to try anyway. “Cum.”

The trio had just begun to calm down only to be thrown into a renewed orgasm. It was shallow, by Alex’s new and absurd standards. They were twitching and moaning, still mostly in control of their motor functions, and over the hill of delight within ten seconds. Still, that had been an on-command orgasm.

“Great… another thing you can lord over us cocksleeves,” Jane remarked, her breath still quickened.

A panting, sarcastic elf calling herself a cocksleeve was the last push for Alex. The newfound power he had over his willing sex slaves aroused him. He bridged the little distance between them. His erect cock throbbed above them. They stretched up to be at equal height with his manhood.

“Good girls, make me cum” he told them, this time restraining the magical undercurrent of his voice. Not every order would be rewarded with orgasmic pleasure. “And listen, I don’t want to explain everything twice.”

“Yesh, Mashtahr,” Astrid slurred, her tongue already swirling around the head of his cock.

“Basically, there was a seal here. Us having wild sex gave the shackled demon the power to break free. At least, that’s how I understood it. We had to communicate in broken sentences.” Alex scratched the back of his head. “Wish I could be absolutely certain on what he said. I maybe learned about a way to end the pregnancy block.”

“””Mhm?””” All three sex slaves halted for a moment in their service. They immediately resumed, good girls that they were. Amethyst continued to kiss the side of his shaft. Astrid continued to bob on the upper third of his cock, targeting the sensitive head. Jane continued to lick and venerate his balls. All three, however, were now intently listening.

“He confirmed that we must slay the Death Willow to bring it to an end once and for all. Apparently the undead are the enemy of all? I need more details on that to be entirely sure what it means. There was something about the forgotten horror of reason, maybe?” Alex made a tossing gesture. “What’s important is that he mentioned a sphere on the west of an island north of here. He called it a ‘small alternative’.”

“We have to investigate it!” Amethyst spoke.

“Do you want to be pregnant that badly?” Jane asked, before taking over the duty of sucking her Master’s cock from Astrid.

“We all want the option!” the Swedish blonde declared. “Plus, that dry feeling in the womb is just the worst.”

Alex could only imagine. That his swimmers were just as infertile at the moment came with its own odd feeling, but that was just… inadequacy, of a kind. There was no actual physical discomfort.

They made him cum and then it was time to continue moving.

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-Voting closed - 4 voters

Dice: 1d100

89 = 89

That's pretty good….

Choices -Voting closed - 5 voters

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It was well in the evening now. No one would have guessed by the brightness that they still experienced. The sun hung relatively high, courtesy of their proximity to the equator, and the heat of the day was still present. Regardless, Alex knew that they would have to head to where the tree was supposed to stop today soon.

Soon meant that they had another hour, roughly, to explore the northwest. The incubus lord’s words made Alex all the more eager to at least get a glimpse at this third island.

The desire was validated swiftly. They hit the coast after about half an hour and in not ten minutes more could spot another landmass across the water. The tide was low and the brightness offered excellent visibility. At a first glance, the new island seemed just like the one they were on. Rykard could make out a sandy beach, grassland, and the edges of another jungle.

Granted, it was not 100% certain that actually was the island the incubus had talked about. As far as Alex knew, what he was now looking at could still turn out to be the other side of a large bay. There was plenty of space to the north of where they were. The ocean was anything but a small place.

Still, it was nice to have confirmation that there was something to what the incubus had said. The strait did not look too far either. If anything, the narrowest point was less of a distance than the one the tree had crossed between the previous two islands.

With that scouted out, Alex decided where to go next.

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Choices -Voting closed - 5 voters

Dice: 1d100

96 = 96

That's very high…

Choices -Voting closed - 3 voters

Dice: 2d100+26

Options: Individual. Threshold: 65.

22,22 + 26 = 48,48 (0 successes!)

[Dubs are Crits. Another Crit on this day. Whatever, sure…

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Sorry, had to scream into the void that is pacing.]

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