Tomboy Island

“Follow,” Alex ordered and got on his feet. Over a dozen nubile women followed his example at a lustful pace. For some that meant they were jumping up from their seats, others prioritized grace. All were moaning as they walked after him. Except for the trio that had accompanied him, this was their first taste of his new voice.

“Oh God,” Kiara muttered. The sassy dwarf walked on quivering legs, putting her abundant curves in delicious motions. Huge tits bounced from her footfalls, then swayed with pre-orgasmic delight. Her ass and thighs were rippling in equal measure. The other women, usually less endowed than the shortstack, moved with similar uncertainty through the broad corridor.

“Oh Master,” Evelyn corrected with a haughty grin. “What good is a distant God compared to our Alex?” The short-haired dragon woman directed her hazel eyes to him. Even as she confidently strutted, the triathlon gold medallist rubbed her cunt. Pussy juices made her swollen mons glisten. “Our dominant, our breeder, our owner, our Master - All of them titles higher than God. Alex provides and he loves us. That’s a being worthy of worship.”

“Oh Master…” Jane mouthed the words, as if to test them.

“Oh Master,” Astrid echoed.

“Oh Master!” Selana gasped, swooning.

“Oh Master,” Tess sighed wantonly.

Alex swallowed. The growing veneration they had of him was slightly terrifying. A realization of a fantasy that, when put into reality, placed a burden on his shoulders that he was not certain he was ready for. However, greater than that was his desire to live up to it. These weren’t mindless bimbos, these were Olympic tomboys. Investing this degree of trust in him was a conscious decision of smart women. Smart, nubile women that his heart belonged to.

If they wanted to worship him, then what other choice was there but to grow into the role?

The thoughts ended with a needful throb of his cock. Precum dripped from the head of the erection as he walked. He was leading the way. ‘I should have picked up Kiara,’ he thought to himself, ‘or another one of the short women… any of them, really. Being tall really has its advantages.’

It was too late now for any of that. Broad as the corridor was, it still only allowed a couple of women to walk next to each other. Picking one up in this confined space would be a hassle. Plus, they were already at the correct door.

Hot, humid air greeted Alex when he opened the door. Water vapour filled the air, making his form glisten merely from stepping into the room. The bath greeted him in all of its expensive size. The water in the tub was warm, clear, and constantly cycling. The floor, walls and ceiling all were made from smooth wood. Amber crystals under the ceiling illuminated everything with warm, artificial light.

There were two reasons why Alex chose the bath over the bedroom. One was that, after spending the whole day sweating out in the merciless sun, he wanted to fall asleep actually clean. Getting messy in the bedroom, fun as it was, had its disadvantages. The second reason was that he simply wanted to change things up a bit. Variety was the spice of life.

The harem appeared to agree, humming and nodding as they poured into the room behind him. Noises changed to shock and awe when he turned around. The veins on his cock stood out more than usual. His body had, by supernatural changes and recent lifestyle, gotten perhaps too used to immediately getting satisfied.

“M-master, you need service!” Sara stammered.

“I hear you’re volunteering,” Alex said and gestured for her to approach. “Suck me off.”

“I, uhm… I’m not very confident that-”

“Sara,” Alex interrupted her. “I want you. Suck me off.”

The bunny-eared Spaniard hesitated for another second, then hopped on over. She dropped to the floor hastily, not even taking the time to kneel properly. One leg was angled off to the side. Any brainpower dedicated to fixing that was gone when she came face to face with his erection.

Awkwardly, she wrapped both of her hands around his shaft. The grip was too loose. The kiss she placed on his cock somehow missed the prominent sensitive spot below the glans.

“I’m… really bad at this…” she muttered, likely noting his lack of verbalizations. Alex had learned even before coming to the island that it was generally best to let at least some noises be heard during sex.

Sara give his cock a couple more pumps, progressively growing redder in the face as shame set in. The bunny ears gradually slumped, coming to almost touch her wavy brown, long hair. Her hand eventually stopped.

“Master, you deserve better!” Sara insisted and started to move away.

Alex put a hand between her ears. They rose a bit instantly, his touch alone enough to uplift her mood. “I want you.” As he spoke, they went all the way back to upright. “If you’re not confident, then learn now.”

After the previous night, all of his haremettes knew that they just had to keep swallowing his loads to get a more and more sensitive throat. That provided plenty of motivation in theory. In practice, some women lacked confidence. In Sara’s case, that lack was honestly justified. She lacked both experience and talent in this matter. The most she had done was nibble on the tip.

“Suck me off,” he told her again. “Do it at your pace.”

“B-but you’re so needy, Master.” Sara’s breath brushed over a cock that achingly throbbed with every heartbeat.

“Then don’t make me wait any more,” he implored. Sara was a submissive like the rest of them, but she did not like it as rough as everyone else… at least not without some long foreplay and light mind breaking. “I’ve told you what I want, Sara. Do you want to deny me?”

Sara bit her lower lip and shook her head. Her hands wrapped around his cock again. Her reddish brown lips parted. She licked the tip of his cock, shivered erotically, then wrapped her lips around it.

She got no deeper than the rim of his glans. “Open your mouth a little wider. Don’t let your teeth touch me,” Alex instructed. Blushing deeply, too aware of her shortcomings, Sara obliged. As she did, she moaned in surprise and satisfaction. “Follow my instructions and you will keep feeling good,” he reminded her of his devilishly charming voice. “Your lips should be a tight seal around my cock… just like that, good girl.”

Alex genuinely groaned the last couple of syllables. It did not take much to make him feel good in this current state. A tight pair of enthusiastic lips really was enough. That and a bit of movement.

“No hands,” Alex instructed her next. She lowered them. Her eyelids fluttered. The blush was barely because of embarrassment any more. That the whole harem was no longer watching directly helped with that. Rather than stand there, waiting their turn, the remaining tomboys had taken to the tub and the surrounding seats, spending the time preparing themselves for their turn by cleaning, chatting, masturbating, and making out.

Sara did not need the next order. Once she had a little bit of confidence, she started sliding back and forth on her own. Tiny movements, by Alex’s standards, and as much as she was capable of. Bit by bit, she got to the edge of her throat. Once there, she focused on worshipping what she could without going any further. Alex’s hand between her ears guided her.

“That’s a good girl,” he groaned. His urge to push her down was surprisingly muted. Getting her to choke on his cock was a base sadistic desire that he simply had. Yet, at this moment, he was content watching her cover the upper third of his cock with the sticky mixture of drool and precum.

Was it because this inexperienced woman was doing the best she could? Maybe, although that hadn’t stopped Alex from pushing other sex slaves before. Was it because she was just that adorable? Yes, that was likely the answer. Something about Sara, all blushy and uncertain, diminished the urge to utterly mess her up and invoked the regular protection urge. Some women just had that ‘vanilla’ air to them.

Granted, ‘vanilla’ could never truly apply within this harem.

By now, Sara was entirely mesmerized by what she was doing. Little sighs of pleasure accompanied her tasting his precum. He barely had to guide her. Still, she lacked the confidence to take him into her throat and, likely, the sensitivity to really enjoy it.

Alex could have continued training her, but this was good enough for one night and he had a long orgy ahead of him. For fairness in his enormous harem, he needed to keep things moving.

Leveraging his hold of her head, Alex pulled Sara off his cock. There was no satisfying pop to cap things up with, just another sign of her lack of skill. ‘It’s only been a week and we will have years,’ Alex told his hot-blooded desires, channelling them instead into turning Sara around.

The bunny woman was as pliable when it came to her position as she was in her state of mind. After his orders had flooded her with near-orgasmic pleasure, the submissive instinct had taken over. The blush on her face was one of pure desire to please her Master. Her head was halfway turned, observing him from the corner of her flustered eyes.

Alex was bowed over her. She was a small thing in need of protection - and breeding. His male instincts were swift to add that second point with view of her thighs and wide hips. Sara was the embodiment of ‘bottom-heavy’. One day, hopefully not too far away, he would see those flat breasts grow with milk.

Even if he consciously knew that the foundations for that could not be laid today, Alex’s instincts roared at the fantasy. Overflowing desires manifested in a deep growl, while he aligned his throbbing cock with her ready hole. “P-please use me to satisfy yourself, Master!” Sara urged, quivering in anticipation.

Alex had no words in response. He began to push into her, letting out another groan while her cunt enveloped him. The steaming hot bath near them was not half as intense as the heat that clenched all around him. His cock stretched her folds, the swollen labia parting as the head vanished and more and more of the shaft followed.

Be it by the magic of the island, genetic coincidence, or pure confirmation bias, Alex could not stop feeling like all of these women were made perfectly for him. He struggled to push into her gripping folds, but only in such a way that it added to both of their enjoyment. He was widening the corridor, but only so much that she enjoyed it.

His hand had wandered to the back of her neck. He was holding onto her trembling, dark-skinned form gently. She continued to gaze up with him with raw lust and veneration. Her pinkish brown lips were parted. Somehow, her breath was visible in the hot air.

Alex gradually worked the rest of his manhood into her. “Such a good set of holes,” he complimented her.

Giggling, Sara rolled her hips. The submissive gesture made both of them moan. Her folds rubbed up against his cock, velvety and yet firm. “So haaaard,” the bunny tomboy made known her own appreciation. One sex appreciated softness, the other hardness, just another reminder that they were meant to compliment each other.

Alex was blessed with more than one woman to aid him, many more. “You two, come here,” he ordered, gesturing at two random members of his willing sex slaves. Those two turned out to be Valeria and Jane. Chocolate cat girl and English-Irish elf hastened over, to warm his large body with their curves. “Look who is all eager,” he teased Jane.

“I’m enjoying being a toy more by the day,” the redhead admitted with complete sincerity. His friend knew exactly what was happening to her - which was reassuring. He did not want to train her without her knowing, neither did he want to break what they had before. A changed relationship was inevitable, but what was willing sexual slavery without a little banter?

Not the lifestyle Alex was angling for, that was the answer.

Jane leaned up to catch a kiss, which her Master denied her. Alex instead hooked a thumb into her mouth. “Suck on it,” he ordered. She needed almost as much blowjob training as Sara did.

The one to receive his kiss instead was Valeria. Her back pressed against his side, she tilted her head all the way back. The position made the following make-out session vertical. To keep her balance and because she wanted to, she ran a hand through his short hair. The other was busy rubbing her wet pussy.

Unusual as it was, the position had many advantages. Second among them was that Alex was even more in control than usual. By height, his kisses always had him on top. This was even more than that. The mess of their sloppy kisses marked the direct woman’s face. By gravity, the drool only had one way to go. She had to concentrate to keep the position, while he just had to wrestle her tongue as he always did.

Chief among the benefits was that Valeria presented herself to the crowd. All of them were getting more aware and confident in their individual kinks by the day, and Valeria with her exhibitionism was no different. Her large breasts jiggled for everyone to see. Deep brown skin stretched over the athletic midriff. Her fingers did not just stimulate her sensitive spots, but also spread her labia for all to witness her drenched, pretty pink insides.

All the while, Alex pounded Sara from behind. The bunny was meeting his thrusts readily. The sense of timing a tennis player naturally developed was oddly useful in reading his rhythm. Either that or a submissive’s talent for reading her dom’s desires was oddly useful in developing a sense of timing in tennis. Whichever it was, it led to the loud clapping of her ass meeting his groin to echo through the room.

Sara was an adorable mess of little “Yes”s and “Master”s. Sweat and dew from the humid air pearled down her skin. Orgasmic spasms sent drops flying whenever she tossed her head back. Her ass and thighs were jiggling under every swing of their hips.

“Stand up,” Alex grunted to Valeria. The climber obeyed, but almost fell when the order made her climax mid-motion. The hand that had been on Sara’s back wrapped around Valeria’s hips, keeping her standing. The bunny woman kept shaking her ass dutifully, moaning and climaxing all the same.

The hot cunt of the mixed race Latina was in reach of Alex’s tongue now. He marvelled at the twitches, the swell of her pubic mound, then leaned in. Her exposed clit was easy to kiss, the set of holes it belonged to easy to make scream. His tongue penetrated ready folds. It stretched, further and further, until it left the boundaries of a human tongue and became a slithering muscle that curved and coiled, stimulating sensitive spots from entrance to depths.

“Mmhmassster.” Valeria’s fingers ran through his hair, holding onto his head for support. She trembled. His fingers sunk into her plump ass. She purred.

On the other side of Alex’s body, Jane gasped. High-pitched and sweet, a singular word flowed from her red lips. “Yes!” Just his fingers, coated in her saliva, brushing down her wet and sweaty body was enough to make the elf shiver with excitement. When he reached her cunt, she practically impaled herself on his fingers. She buried her face in the depression of his shoulder. Ecstatic cries reverberated against his skin.

Eating out one sex slave and fingering another did little to distract him from the main course. His hips were rocking back and forth, rhythm matched by the fat ass of the bottom-heavy bunny in front of him. Valeria and Jane were cumming, of that there was no doubt. Sara was experiencing her own personal heaven. Top down, bottom up, the brunette appeared to focus all of her being on keeping her butt bouncing.

Alex grunt. The tightness of the comparatively small woman’s cunt was gripping his cock fervently with every motion, subtle or not. Whenever he was pushing into her, her cunt felt like it was sucking him inside and whenever he pulled back it definitely did not want to her go. Walls clung to his girth like a contracting glove. Squirting pussy juices drenched their sexes, their legs, and formed a puddle on the floor.

The pussy of a woman was truly made to extract a man’s seed and the pussy of one of his sex slaves deserved a filling. Despite that thought, Alex pulled out. He disentangled himself from his side pieces. “Suck my cock!” he ordered urgently.

Sara was too entranced to doubt herself again. She swiftly turned around and wrapped her velvety lips around his sensitive cock. He was at the edge of orgasm. That she took in barely more than his glans did not matter. Her tongue did what little work was required. Seed rushed up his shaft, accompanied by a deeply relieved groan.

The taste of his cum sent one more orgasm through the bunny-eared set of holes. Eyelids fluttered. Tall ears trembled. Every spurt was a long stream. Sara kept gulping instinctively. He would teach her another time to gather, present, and wait for permission. For now, he just let his balls tighten.

“Good girl,” he whispered loudly. A final compliment for a cocksleeve that barely managed a gooey grin, before relaxing a little too much. Jane was right next to her, helping the tennis player to a resting position on the floor. Valeria, after an approving nod by Alex, took his cock into her throat.

He was still hard and the other haremettes still watching. That they were bathing was a pretence that kept them busy. The scrubbing motions more often than not got stuck on hard nipples and wet cunts, their own or others. Valeria’s throat was just the chosen tool of cleaning and entertainment while he decided what to do next.

The climber remained his comfort hole until she climaxed one more time, then he decided to bless other members of his harem with his presence and attention. The reek of his own sweat made him move towards the tub. There was little purpose in a bathroom orgy if he did not take advantage of the bath.

The tree had reacted to his intent in subtle ways. The submerged bench had turned into more of a submerged bed. It was shallow, letting the man of the island lay down in water that went up to his sides. Far enough that he could be washed, yet not far enough that the constantly circulating water messed with the lubrication coating his cock

Immediately, he was beset by offering hands. Charlotte and Sofia were the first there. “You look like you need a hand,” the French vixen purred.

“O-our Master need never pleasure himself,” Sofia stammered in worship - and worship the duo did.

Their tongues caressed his twitching cock, while they splashed water over his legs, scrubbing him clean by grinding against him with their smooth curves. Blair and Janette were by his side next, the two sluts turned private sets of holes showing all of their veneration by cleaning his arms and upper chest. They demanded nothing for this treatment, did not even attempt to get his fingers into their glistening sexes. Certainly, the two oral enthusiasts sent hungry gazes to his cock, but they remained where they were.

Alex basked in the service. Initially, the working of his cock was a secondary priority. All of the dirt and dried sweat from the day had to be scrubbed off first. Slender fingers trailed the peaks and valleys of his defined muscles.

Niara was the fifth woman to join. Even in the heat that filled the room, the Kenyan maintained her hard expression. Immovable features clashed with the swift care with which she cleaned his chest and abs.

The service transitioned more and more to something purely lustful. Once the hot water had relaxed his muscles and cleaned his skin, the worship of his cock became the exclusive task of Sofia and Charlotte. They went back and forth, deepthroating the whole of his girthy rod.

Blair and Janette moaned when he penetrated their pussies with his fingers. “You deserve a reward for cleaning me so well,” he told them. They took that to mean he desired their lips and they were not wrong. One, the other, then both bowed down to kiss him. Hot and tight, their walls hugged his fingers.

Buried under female attention, time flowed fast. That he was neglecting one of the five women he was entangled with only occurred to him when he had pumped another load into Sofia’s mouth. She swapped it back and forth with Charlotte, while Blair and Janette quivered from an orgasm brought by his skilled fingers.

Their faces no longer filled his field of view, giving him a straight view of Niara. The wolf-eared woman was always stone-faced, but now she seemed positively annoyed. Seated on his chest and left hot and bothered, she had a right to be.

Alex had the solution to this, or at least he intuited one. His right hand was relieved from the duty of working Janette’s pussy and instead placed on Niara’s head. The wolf girl gave it a sour and confused glare.

Not an encouraging reaction to begin with. Yet, Alex pursued this strategy. His large hand moved gently between her fluffy ears. She remained put, her expression softening gradually. Alex got bolder, rubbing the wolf ears between his digits, scratching behind them, and whispering little words all the while. “You’re such a good girl for waiting. You’ll get your reward in a moment. You want your reward, don’t you, my sex pet?”

“Yesh, Mashtehr,” Niara slurred. Her cheeks were flushed, her tongue lolled out like that of a panting dog, for that was what she was now - a true bitch in heat.

“Charlotte, Sofia, make room, I want my Niara to ride me,” Alex ordered.

Moaning as they obeyed, the two tomboys shuffled deeper into the tub. The wolf woman straddling his chest needed a few seconds, before realizing what she had been offered. A faint echo of her sternness returned to her face when his hands were removed from her fluffy ears. She needed to focus to do as her Master desired.

After letting out a sound between approving moan and bark, Niara changed from straddling to squatting. She moved above his cock, pussy dripping with pent-up desire. She aligned herself with his cock, then started to descend. “Look at me,” Alex demanded, just as the head of his cock disappeared between hot folds.

Niara raised her gaze from their joining sexes to his face. Her eyelids gently fluttered, brows quivered, while she gradually sunk down. She was a chocolate beauty of hazel irises, dark skin and even darker hair. Her mouth hung open. Her runner’s discipline kept her breathing in through the nose, even as she pushed out each breath with a panting sigh. She impaled herself further, her hands submerged to either side of him.

After what felt like a short eternity, her pubic mound kissed his groin. The swollen womanhood of the Kenyan Olympian was a soft and firm rise between the curves created by her thighs. The squatting position made the small-breasted woman look especially animalistic. Alex loved it.

“I want you to ride me until you’re satisfied,” Alex ordered. A dangerous suggestion in the sexual sense. A woman given free rein would often take a pace that was unsustainable for a man, especially one as fit as Niara was. Alex believed in his own stamina or, at least, he believed he would stay hard even if it took him a couple of rounds.

Niara took his order and bounced with it. Toned thighs tensed when she raised her hips and then slammed back down with primal force. She shuddered, head to toe, and repeated the motion instantly. She growled and grinned. Her drooling came to a stop only because she clenched her teeth. Her eyes rolled up and her hips accelerated further. No words left her. She truly was a beast, riding her mate, chasing satisfaction and seed.

Niara threw her head back and howled at the ceiling. Powerful spasms slowed her motions. Muscles in her legs nearly locked up. The water around her arms rippled from involuntary motions. Her midriff went through rhythmless waves of relaxation and tensing, her glistening abs showing and disappearing. Walls inside massaged Alex’s manhood. Pussy juices added a new wetness to his cleaned cock.

The peak of the climax passed and Niara immediately resumed moving. She swayed her hips like a belly dancer of primal grace, then gradually transitioned to larger motions, until she was right back to rocking her ass up and down. Water splashed with each impact.

Alex had seen enough… that was a lie, there was no seeing enough of this. However, his face had other uses than being entranced with one woman when there were so many more to pleasure. Charlotte and Sofia had joined Janette and Blair in lounging next to him. They were playing with one another while awaiting his attention, an attention Sofia was now granted.

“Sit on my face,” Alex ordered the brunette, who blushed deeply and smiled broadly.

“Y-yes, Master!” she exclaimed, then swung her petite body on top of him. His tongue tasted her honeypot. Shallowly, at first, then he let the monstrous muscle slither in deeper, coil and fold to press up against a variety of sensitive spots at once. Sofia ran her slender fingers through his hair and screamed out her ecstasy. “Master is tasting me!” She made it sound like it was the greatest honour a woman could receive.

‘For one of my sex slaves, it certainly is up there,’ Alex thought and chuckled at the continued absurdity of his fantastic life.

Sofia was soon brought to her own climax. No matter how much his tongue stimulated her, Niara always remained the loudest. This remained true even after Sofia made room for Charlotte, Charlotte for Blair, and Blair for Janette. Each shouted out their venerations, each screamed as his tongue made them orgasm. Niara overpowered than them all, the usually silent, stoic woman a steady stream of bestial sounds.

Alex had no count of how many orgasms Niara rode herself too. Satisfaction could not be put in a number. A singular word, the only word she uttered in this entire orgy, made clear what she needed: “Cum.”

“I’m close,” Alex assured her between licks of Janette’s cunt, then groaned when Niara’s wild ride turned frantic in its pace. A little nudge by Alex’s hand on her ass was all Janette needed to remove herself from his face. He wanted to see the finale.

Niara was moving with fast, long motions. Too fast, too long, his cock flopped out of her. The hard meat rod smacked on skin, glistening with Niara’s pussy juices. He was twitching, so close to release. Hastily, Niara grabbed his cock and guided it back into her cunt. It, too, was twitching. Agape walls yearned to be stretched again. Heat enveloped Alex.

Niara took a lesson from this, refusing to raise her hips at all for the final stretch. Sitting on his groin, she moved her hips back and forth, left and right, circled them. The shifting of her walls was enough to deliver more pleasure to both of them, but it was a slow pleasure compared to the heated mating that had preceded it. So close to release, that pace felt extremely good, almost painfully so.

Sensing his impeding orgasm in every throb of his manhood, Niara sat straight on his cock. Her hands now framed the mark his incubus bloodline had left above her womb. “God, I can’t wait to breed you, you nubile bitch,” Alex pushed out.

The words set off Niara one more time. The folds all around Alex clenched down intensely. That was all he could take. His balls finally tensed, shooting ecstasy up his spine and seed deep into his willing sex pet.

Niara went almost quiet. Her disciplined breathing broke, reducing her to a rapid panting while her entire body shuddered. Pussy juice squirted all over their joined sexes. He pumped white into her depths. More and more of it, until he was spent.

Alex pulled the wolf-eared woman to his chest and gently scratched her ears. The post-orgasmic shivers slowly came to a stop. “Satisfied?” he asked, to which she simply nodded. A few seconds later, his cock, still hard, was out in the air. Her word-deficiency was oddly endearing, Alex found.

While Niara went on to be eaten out by other haremettes, Alex set his sights on other parts of his harem.

He was stunned for a moment, taking in the beauty that he beheld. Amethyst and Evelyn were making out while Astrid fingered her pussy. Yahui and Selana were scissoring, the two submissive women doing their best to pleasure each other while looking at him. Even now, Alex could not quite believe his luck, but he knew what he was expected to be and slipped into that role enthusiastically.

“You three,” he pointed at Amethyst, Evelyn and Astrid. “Bend over the edge of the tub.”

“””Yes, Master!””” the three answered, individuality submitted to his will.

Alex rose from the tub and got behind the trio of round derrières. A slime girl, a Latina, and a northern European - all three were lined up for his attention. He gave them a taste swiftly, smacking their round butts. Purple, brown and tan, pliable flesh jiggled all the same. “Use their tongues as you please,” Alex told the rest of his harem, then pushed his hard cock into Amethyst.

He fucked her, then Evelyn, then Astrid, then went back to Amethyst and continued to cycle as it fancied him. Groping tits and ass, fingering cunts and mouths, he had his way with them. As he had suggested and demanded, other haremettes muffled the moans of the trio with their pussies. The room was filled with a constant flood of moans.

A particularly loud cry of pleasure pulled Alex’s attention to a corner of the tub.

Tess was seated in shallow water. Reclined, her elbow on the frame of the tub, she pushed her bucking hips against her own fingers. Her huge tits were sagging, following the demand of gravity with all of their weight. Pale skin glistened from moisture and sweat. Her abs were tense. The womb tattoo, a bright pink at that moment, rose intensely above her pussy.

Eyes as silver-white as her halo stared at him. Tess was entirely entranced, displaying a thoughtless, plain lust on her face that was devoted to watching him dominate others. She circled her clit with two fingers, trembling enough to send waves out from where her plump ass met the water. She had no collar on her, yet she looked like a sex slave through and through.

“Master,” Tess swooned, once she realized his attention had fallen on her. She spread her legs wide, so he could see exactly what she was doing to herself.

Alex feasted on the sight. His cock was plunging in and out of various partners, sating his direct lust with the cunts of other slaves while he watched his first one drive herself wild. Eager to stimulate him as much as the twitching walls did, Tess curled two fingers into her pussy.

Water and pussy juices splashed as she engaged in a rapid pace. To call her masturbation feverish was to understate her trembling state. She was positively fervent in her need to pleasure herself. His gaze turned on to a degree neither of them would have thought possibly. Yet, this was not magic. Alex knew the difference between pure perversions and supernatural phenomena by now. The reality was that Tess was just a born nympho, a woman that had not known how much she needed to be the sex slave of a firm and gently Master.

Tess twisted her nipple and howled, her cunt shooting up in the air when she made herself climax. Red lips were agape. Her pussy drooled. Water pearled off pale skin. She spasmed, slowly lowering her hips. An orgasm to take the edge off under normal circumstances and a mere part of the show here. Alex found it unsatisfying to watch her feel only this much pleasure. He could make it so much better for her.

“Come here,” Alex demanded.

“With pleasure,” Tess swooned. Her usual cool demeanour had entirely melted away, replaced by the absolute adoration and worship she felt for her Owner. She moaned loudly when he grabbed her by the back of the head. “Ma-” she began, only to have her mouth sealed with his.

Tess’ eyes rolled up. Her breathing was heated and ragged, a true display of just how much she lusted for him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself up as much as she could. Huge tits squished against his muscular side. A muffled scream echoed in their kiss when his hand came down on her plush ass.

Tess was so much woman. Fat tits, wide hips, fit and yet soft all over, just like her sarcastic attitude yielded to love where it mattered the most. She was a submissive cocksleeve, dripping constantly with love juices while she made out with her man - a man that was making another woman squirt by pounding her brains out.

A swift move had him move from Evelyn’s cunt to Astrid. His hips swung back and forth, driving his manhood deep into the blonde’s folds. His hands were all over Tess at the same time. The gothic woman practically melted against him, His fingers invaded her cunt, making her squeal. He cupped one of her tits with his other hand. Enormous as he was, he could grasp all of that female flesh.

His hands drove Tess wild. She was quivering, still holding tightly to his neck. His tongue was playing with hers. Whatever he desired was her pleasure. Dripping pussy juices soaked his digits. Ethereal angel wings trembled behind her. Eyes of holy silver glowing softly were visible behind her half-closed lids. She was taut as a bowstring, yet totally relaxed. She screamed. She moaned. She was his Tess, his sex slave, and he hungered for her service.

Alex pulled out of Astrid just as she was starting to squirt. Her gaping hole twitched with every explosive release of love juices. He left her in that state, breathing heavily, flushed, and fucked silly. She barely had the presence of mind to let out a disappointed noise at the absence of her Master’s cock.

Alex was ready to carry Tess off to the side, where a protrusion from the wooden wall of the Tree of Harem Life formed a natural bench. He halted in the motion for a second, only because his eyes fell on a second pair of tits worthy to be involved in what he desired next. Huge spheres of squishy flesh, covered in freckles. Kiara’s tits looked so much larger on her dwarven frame.

He glanced up from the shortstack’s chest to find her blue eyes. There was a teasing light in them, but it did not fully surface. The bratty side of the Irish cocksleeve was trumped by the urge to be used after watching and getting her pussy licked by Astrid, Evelyn and Amethyst.

An urge Alex aimed to fulfil.

“Kiara, follow me,” he ordered.

“Yes, Master!” Kiara exclaimed and rose from the bathtub. Tess was a whole lot of woman and Kiara, somehow, matched her despite being so much shorter. In some aspects, the dwarf arguably surpassed the toned goth. Every little movement of the stout shortstack sent ripples through her body. She was female curves boiled down to their most extreme, without skirting into the realm of ridiculous.

Alex sat down on the bench with an audible sigh of relief. Pounding and pounding women for minutes on end was exhausting even to his titanic muscles. “I want you to use those,” he said, squeezing the tits of both women. His touch made them tremble, the withdrawal of his hands made them swoon with delightful need.

Two of the eldritch servants flowed into the room, called by the desires of its owners. The masses of black goo quickly went across, then formed a cushion for Tess knees and a soft stool for Kiara to be on the same level. “So convenient,” Tess remarked and got comfortable on her favourite spot: beneath her Master and saviour.

“Thank Master for his tools,” Kiara agreed, shooting Alex a genuinely happy smirk.

“...Good girls,” he responded quietly after a slight delay. The compliments made him feel just a little bit bashful, an odd sensation when mixed with his expected dominance. Somehow, the break in his hard tone only made the loving gazes stronger. He could only guess that his submissives were delighted in seeing the man behind the Master shine through. The idea made his heart pound harder. Every confirmation that they loved him, not just his sexual expertise, made his love for them that much deeper in return.

The two willing sex slaves laughed, then gasped. Cupping their own tits made them blush with renewed arousal, sensitive as their huge breasts were. Gasps were replaced with intense moans, when the orbs of man’s hopes and dreams squished together, this hard cock between them.

Words on the submissives’ lips were silenced. Alex could practically see the contents of their world and thoughts narrowing down to his dick. Completely buried in hot, soft flesh, it felt like part of him had been pulled into a pocket of heaven. He gripped the edge of his seat and watched, in a total trance, while Kiara and Tess worked out their shared rhythm.

Together, they rose and fell. Once they had that basic pattern down, they began to experiment. Alternating their pace so one rose as the other fell was one popular technique. Another was to stop with his dick enveloped and to massage him by squeezing their breasts harder. As they kneaded, it looked like the excessive amount of pliable flesh would spill over. Softness was reigned in by the firmness of their glistening skin.

They had practised while he was away, that much was immediately obvious. Their coordination was too good for two women that had been sharing him for only three days. The fantasy of them spending minutes or even hours in sapphic embrace only made the scene before him hotter.

“I’m going to… cum…” Alex warned.

Heated breaths urged him to unload. Heated motions got him closer and closer. The two women trembled, themselves clearly close to the edge. Sensitive nipples were rubbing against each other. His cock between their mountains of femininity had them drooling. They looked up at him, wordlessly begging him to cover their faces and tits.

Alex thrust up, his desires overflowing. His seed spurted from the double cleavage, raining down on black and orange hair. Tongues were reflexively extended. The sex slaves tilted their heads back, trying to catch as much of his seed as possible. The load was enormous. Four spurts, each as thick as the first, rained down on them. Several more followed with less pressure, painting their pale tits with his white cum.

Simultaneously, the two tit slaves came. They were already orgasming when his seed touched their taste buds, then squirted between clenched thighs. Eyelids fluttered. Toes curled. Alex grunted. They gasped and moaned and kept kneading their tits for his delight.

Alex’s cock was still hard, his hips now rested, and his desire undiminished. On a whim, he decided between the two sets of holes. Tess barely reacted to getting picked up and pushed against the wall.

There were no more than three heartbeats between the cum-coated breasts of the raven-haired angel squishing against the wall and Alex penetrating her. His heart pumped hard, providing all of the dom’s enormous frame with blood and energy while he buried the woman under him. Tess was a whole lot of woman, but compared to him, she might as well have been a shortstack.

The actual shortstack swiftly became the centre of attention by Selana and Ashley. Tall, busty cow girl and mousey Asian were united in their desire to lap every drop of cum off the curves of the orange-haired dwarf. Kiara’s post-orgasmic moans echoed in the room, mixing with the other noises of lesbian activity, all of them drowned out by what the haremettes focused on. For all of the attention that they paid to each other, what truly turned them on were Tess’ screams.

And the angel did scream. She screamed as if she was getting paid for it in the billions, yet no wanton whore could have ever faked the bliss that made her vocal cords vibrate. Alex was pounding her with the ferocity of a beast. It had only been nine days since he had deflowered her. It had already been nine days since he had deflowered her. Since then, he had been in this cunt every day and he would continue to do so every day until he died.

What other choice was there? Rutting into these velvety folds was the most base of instincts. Every part of Alex’s blood sung while he filled the room with the rough and rhythmic smack of hips against juicy cheeks. Tess’ ass got not chance to ever settle. Pliable meet rippled and quaked. Thick thighs trembled, barely able to keep her stable. She stood on her toes. He held her by the waist, his thumbs almost meeting above her median furrow. Her pale skin looked cold, yet was so hot.

There was nothing measured about it. It was not lovemaking. He was fucking Tess. He was rutting into her with all of the desire he had for her. The gothic woman threw her head back, revealing her cum-covered face. One of her eyes was glued shut by a spurt of the heavy load. Her bangs stuck together. A drop of white pearled down to her red lips, to be eagerly received by her tongue. She shuddered among her multi-orgasmic spasms. To count the seconds when she wasn’t squirting all over her own legs would have been easier.

Alex had no perception of time or of his own endurance. When he reached the zenith of his own lust, it happened suddenly. He was still pounding her by the time he realized that he was growling ecstatically. His cock was tensing, pumping loads into her. His motions became irregular, then impossible to maintain. He rammed deep into her one last time, assuring that the last few drops of his seed were released right against her cervix.

That it was yet futile did not matter. One day, not too far away he hoped, it would not be.

Alex pulled out of Tess and helped her to sink to the ground. Heavily breathing, the goth woman dwelled in her afterglow. Like a set of horny little cum goblins, Selana, Sofia and Ashley arrived on the scene to lick the fresh cream out of the angel’s pussy.

The trio did not make it to their target. Alex stepped between them and the moment his frame entered their field of view, he was their entire world. They had not registered that the orgy was on the downwind. Most of the haremettes had gotten pounded one way or another by now and thus exhausted. The three of them were among the few that hadn’t - a status that he quickly changed.

Sofia was first. Picking up the Estonian fencer was scarily easy, but she trusted him so completely with her body that her only reaction to being lifted a metre off the ground was to drip. Her pussy enveloped his long, hard cock readily. Any shyness in her frame had been eliminated by the long wait and he fucked her standing. Ashley and Selana worshipped his balls as he did so.

A service that he rewarded them for one after the other. Selana got it first, the hyper-submissive cocksleeve begging for a mating press. He took her right there, on the floor, hammering her until she squirted.

After that, he took some time oral training Ashley. The mousey Asian was a natural cocksucker and rewarding her by filling her throat with his cock was only natural. It was borderline concerning to watch a woman this small and slender take his huge cock down to the base, yet she did it all the same. He came in her mouth and allowed her to swallow, making her more sensitive the next time he facefucked her. Watching the shy reported squirm as his seed on her taste buds made her climax never got any less exciting.

The orgy continued in the tub, more relaxed than before. Alex made sure the girls that he had not penetrated yet were fucked to at least an orgasm and that those that still had energy got his attention. They were proactive in this, all of them coming to him for the loving touch of his fingers and cock - all of them except one.

“Are you not feeling it tonight?” Alex asked, looking at the only other person in the room not utterly drunk of multiple orgasms.

Yahui’s fingers combed through her long, wavy hair. The black tresses were damp from a bath she had taken near the beginning of the orgy. Now her hand settled next to her wide hips on the wooden rim of the enormous tub. Only her lower legs were still submerged, waving back and forth.

The pale Chinese woman smiled gracefully. She did not strike an exceptionally alluring pose, but neither did she need to. Her small breasts and athletic, bottom-heavy figure were allure enough for any hot-blooded male. The thickness of her thighs hid her cunt from view, but the mark above her womb was very visible - his mark.

“Quite the contrary, Master,” she cooed and parted her legs. She revealed her pussy, swollen and wet with lust, yet not as swollen nor wet as Alex would have expected it to be. Had she played with herself as she waited, the pretty pink of her labia would have looked redder by now. “I decided that it would be most ecstatic to… wait my turn.”

“I didn’t demand that of you,” Alex noted.

Yahui shook her head and laughed like a lady. “No, you did not, Master…” she let the title chosen for him linger on her lips for a moment, “...this is how I decided to partake in this orgy: by watching and quietly venerating you, right up until the moment when you saw it fit to grace me with your cock.”

A loud scream interrupted their conversation. Alex tightened his grip around Jane’s throat, so the redhead wouldn’t further interrupt them while he used her pussy. “What if I decide not to give you a turn?” he asked, out of curiosity.

A light tremble went through the Chinese gymnast. “I would survive… but I would be disappointed.”

Yahui sat there, so graceful, so patient, and it rubbed a part of Alex the wrong way. Her decision to await his love was flattering in one way, yet he desired to watch her melt, to watch that grace be reduced to pleading need by his presence. ‘I really am becoming a whole lot more sadistic,’ he thought and thrust into Jane one more time.

Her cunt gripped his manhood with orgasmic intensity, while he pulled out. He left the pointy-eared cocksleeve spasming in the shallow of the tub, then walked across to Yahui. The blue gaze of the Chinese woman changed, subtly at first, then rapidly. The closer he got, the more the heat she had been enduring rose to the surface.

By the time he stood in front of her, she was audibly breathing. All that grace was quickly melting. “You’re one of my sex slaves, are you not?”

“Since the day you first fucked me,” she swooned, then giggled. “Although I suppose that was only about a week ago.” She shook her head. “Irrelevant. Yesterday or ten years from now, I am yours, Master.”

“Help me inside you,” he ordered her.

The melting grace was cracking. Blatant lust was now showing on her face, her hands almost darting to his cock. Her touch was cool, although not unpleasantly so. Yahui’s changes were not yet visible on the surface, but her decrease in body temperature would have been alarming in any medical context. To Alex, they were just another enticing oddity.

She angled his cock at her wet snatch while he lifted her up. He only moved her a little bit, closer to the edge of the seat. It made it easier for him to climb on top of her. “Mhmassssterrrrr!” she moaned, when the head of his penis pressed into her wet folds. “Sssssoooo hooooooot!”

Penetrating her broke the dam of elegance fully. The light smile spread into a full grin, full of the energy a sexually submissive tomboy should have. Alex loved that smile. He tasted it with his lips, making the Chinese cocksleeve moan into his mouth while he bottomed out against her.

“I’ll make all that waiting worth it,” he whispered into her ear and began to fuck her - hard.

A small grace period allowed Yahui’s tight folds to get used to his girthy manhood. Once he had stretched her out sufficiently, he was ploughing her as if she was the first woman he had seen in three days. The gymnast screamed. She supported her upper body with both of her arms, to keep a nice view of where the two of them were joined. Wet squelches of rough fucking underlined her vocalizations.

The hard pounding of the cold woman put a second wind into the orgy. Tired moans rose into one last hurrah of orgasmic shouts. Alex did not know what exactly happened behind him in the tub. He only heard women fingering each other, kissing, and splashing in warm water. He could not see, but he could imagine. Yahui looked past him at all, drinking it in.

“Take a good look at it all,” he encouraged. “That’s the rest of our life together.”

Alex slung his right arm around her leg, then shifted out of her line of sight. Yahui gasped when she got a proper look at the sapphic orgy of the dumbfucked sex slave sorority she so swiftly had joined. “Master!” she exclaimed, her cunt tightening as a sudden orgasm rippled through her well-shaped curves.

Alex kept fucking her through it. His groin and abs smacked against her thigh with every harsh thrust. Blue eyes rolled up. Yahui’s tongue lolled out. She was a mess of fulfilled desires, wet hair, and sweet pheromones. She was exactly the way Alex wanted her.

Time once more melted into nothing but harsh thrusts. Alex was determined to make Yahui scream for every minute she had spent waiting. He wanted to reward her for being patient and punish her for not partaking in the orgy with her fellow set of holes. A strange duality of emotions that he did not bother to decipher. They came from the same place, the place that had allowed him to become the dom of this gathering of tomboys, and he would heed his instincts on the matter.

The instinct that told him to keep pounding her brains out until his hips stopped moving and he filled her womb with his love.

Yahui’s lukewarm skin was flushed with desire. Her eyes did not manage to focus on the continuing orgy again. She was in a constant state of bliss, getting mercilessly pounded by her Owner. She was a gorgeous mess, writhing visibly from overlapping orgasms. Her pussy gushed and squirted. Her upper lips were trying her best to formulate more delightful calls of his name and titles. She never got further than the first vowel. “Aaaahh-” Alex. “Mhmaaaaaaahhhhh!” Master. “Looooo-o-o-o-” Love.

It was all the same, for he understood. He understood that she was his and he was hers. To her, he owed the obligation that he owed to all of his haremettes: to take care of her, to cherish her, to love her, and to give her the best life he could.

Of course all of that included hammering her tight cunt.

Alex clenched his teeth. His release was rapidly approaching. He could draw it out, if he slowed down. The constant ‘PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!’ of smacking against her juicy ass was unsustainable. He held it anyway, right up until the end.

A grunt, a quiver of his hips, a jump of his rigid cock inside her, those were all the signals she got and Yahui knew them perfectly. Throwing her head back, she received his seed with a triumphant scream. It was a savage sound, as if she had to announce to the world that she was the mate of the pack leader. That this was true for everyone else mattered not. It was a sound of joy from within, meant to announce, not to boast.

Her tight walls massaged his shaft from all sides. Spurt after spurt of semen filled up her pussy. Squirting love juices drenched their joined sexes further. The cumdump knew her purpose and delighted in it.

They remained together, still except for the spasms, for almost half a minute. Alex finally pulled back, placing another kiss on Yahui’s cheek on the way. When his cock was out of her, it began to shrink. The man of the island was finally spent.

By a miracle, they managed to get to the bedroom before passing out.