Tomboy Island

“Does your hand get sweaty in that?” Blair asked.

“Surprisingly no,” Alex answered. The weather that day was mild, which was to say that it was a tropical mild, the kind in which running around naked was broadly preferable. The constant breeze kept them relatively cool. The gauntlet should have prevented that relief from reaching his hand. “The cloth is very breathable and the stone just stays cool.”

“Convenient,” Yahui remarked.

Evelyn was more interested in getting going. The dark-skinned member of that day’s party cracked her knuckles. It was clear the gold medallist was ready to add another feather to her cap. “North-east is what I heard?”

Alex nodded. “I hope I can find it.” He used the sun to find the correct direction. The map in his head had proven accurate so far. His accurate spatial memory and imagination were gifts that had made him a successful pilot. “I’m confident in the direction, but these islands can be quite weird.”

“You don’t say,” Blair drawled sarcastically, gesturing at her red-tinged curves. “Lead the way, Master.”

The mixture between her focused tone and casual usage of the title threatened to combine with the view of her fit physique into yet another erection. Alex was constantly discovering the drawbacks of being capable of acting on his desires at all times. ‘Discipline,’ he reminded himself. He was getting better at indulging and he was getting better at focusing. A difficult but not impossible mixture.

It was easier when he walked at the front. Once he got moving, the blood was too busy providing his legs with oxygen to provide him with a hard-on. It was easier to concentrate when he was facing the rhythmic sashay of the bottom-heavy gymnast, the show-off gait of the sculpted triathlonist or the focused steps of the rider.

Imaging them proved enough. After thirty minutes, Alex took a cumdump break. There was no other way to call it. He stopped in the shadow of a boulder, gestured for the trio to approach, then dumped a load in each of them. Blair got her face fucked, non-verbally insistent on getting his delicious cum to fill her cheeks. The other two he fucked from behind against the stone.

“A bit rough,” Yahui informed him after, when they were walking again.

Evelyn rubbed her pussy between steps, scooping up a bit more of the trickle of thick seed that escaped her. “I thought that was perfect.” The dragon-horned women offered the mixture of sexual fluids to Blair, who licked it off without thinking. She shuddered with delight at the taste.

There was more where it came from. Yahui’s sashay was slightly compromised, while Evelyn strut with her usual confidence. Both’s cunts were gaping after being stretched out by his girthy manhood.

“You are made from sterner stuff than me,” the Chinese woman readily admitted. It was obvious in their attitude and their builds. Evelyn was a quarter of a metre taller and all around more toned. Cycling, swimming and running were broadly more demanding on the body than rhythmic gymnastics as well. “I’m only bringing it up so I do not slow you down in the future.”

“It’s good that I learn where everyone’s individual limits are,” Alex agreed with Yahui.

“I do not mind if you restrict me to the usual forms of ‘help’.” She rubbed her throat with a mild smile. “Especially with the changes you are providing.”

“I do know what you prefer and it’s important to me to cater to it,” he put it simply. “I’ll do what pleases you, because it pleases me. It’s that simple.”

“And that’s why you’re my chosen Master.” Evelyn purred.

When the conversation paused, it was Blair that changed the topic. “Is it all grass and jungle on this island?”

“Essentially.” Alex looked around, his expression between cheerful and careful. Being on the lookout for his women was rewarding. That there was a genuine chance a three-metre tall rat could come charging at them was a bit more of an issue. “That’s just the mundane layer of reality on top of the weirdness of this place though.”

“I enjoy the weirdness,” Blair said plainly. “Mind telling me more about your experiences?”

Alex looked over his shoulder at her. “I did tell you everything last night?”

“You told everyone everything last night,” Blair answered. “I want to take the opportunity to hear more details. I want to ask my questions. I’m your woman now...” A hint of a blush appeared on Blair’s face. She kept her green eyes focused on him all the same. “...and I want to act the part. Tell me about you.”

“I concur with that,” Yahui chimed in.

“As do I,” Evelyn agreed with a strong nod.

Alex scratched his chin bashfully. He was a lot more comfortable learning about them than he was talking about himself. “Yesterday was a very lewd day, is how I would put it, so that was nice.”

“Men,” Yahui drawled, jokingly.

“I was a bit at the whims of fate though,” Alex continued on. “I keep relying on my intuition and I joke about it, but I do wonder why I am so good at this? I’m the ‘mongrel’. I’ve become pretty certain that this is related to my weird family. Just the logical dots to connect. That’s causing me some greater questions though. Is all of this happening because of me? Am I changing you somehow?”

“If you are,” Evelyn spoke sincerely, noting his uncertainty, “then none of us mind.”

“And I love you for it,” Alex answered just as sincerely. “That moment when we all agreed to stay on the magical island was… magical.” He laughed at his own lack of better words. “I should have taken a class on public speaking.”

“Is that not part of the pilot program?” Yahui asked.

“There were some courses on sounding professional and reassuring, but I never took a proper class on being an orator.”

“I think you’re a fantastic speaker anyhow,” the Chinese woman said.

“That’s because his voice turned into sex for the ears.” Evelyn sized him up in a different way from the usual ‘how do I want to be taken next by this hunk?’. “You’re my chosen Master, maybe it would suit you to get more eloquent?”

It was as much a suggestion as it was a question. “I wouldn’t mind - I am trying to fit in everyone’s expectation after all.”

“Which you are doing quite fine at - but we do have a lot of expectations,” Yahui admitted.

Blair was staring ahead, even as she partook in the conversation. “One man, sixteen women. We can ask for some things for what we give up.”

“What do we give up?” Evelyn snorted in amusement.

“Exclusivity.”

“Exclusivity is for people whose man is regular and whose fellow haremettes aren’t exceptional,” Evelyn disagreed vehemently. “We only gain by being in this. Why would I want to be exclusive to a man when I can have him breed me while sharing the bed with such a gorgeous hoard of curves?”

“You are aggressively bisexual.”

“Indeed.” Evelyn smirked proudly. Her eyes jumped back to her man a moment later. “I make no demands of you, Alex. I have no need to. You will do what is best, I have trust in that.”

“Where would I find an orator on this island…?” he wondered.

“Could ask Kiara, if you’re serious about it?” Yahui suggested. “She wasn’t the PR manager for nothing.”

Alex nodded to that. Maybe he would try that in the future.

For now, the weird hills of the burrowed city were before them.

Alex led the way, sword in hand. He held the enormous weapon ready to lunge forwards. The confined space did not give him the open space to swing it that he had been accustomed to so far.

Not that the hall was really small. The ceiling was lower than Alex would have preferred, but not so low that he was in constant fear of bumping his head. The doorways were the only exception to that. Whoever had built this place had been short on average, although not dwarvish.

The opening he had made the day prior let light into the room. Nothing had changed in their absence. The mixture of Greek pillars and Mesoamerican lineart dominated the aesthetics of the walls. Being sealed away so long had left the wall paintings in excellent condition. They depicted nothing of particular interest. Dragons and giants and people, existing and fighting, all with the neutrality that he would expect from simple wall decorations.

Furniture around was scarce. Alex had not inspected it before, having only stuck his head past the entrance. Now the four of them were having an actual look around. It seemed the building he had unearthed had been some kind of public gathering, judging by the amount of stones that were worn from being repeatedly used as seats. A table at the far end was integrated into the wall the same way the gauntlet’s stone fused with the cloth.

Whatever impossible blending of material these people had been capable of. It appeared they had used it like modern civilizations used impressive constructions of glass. It must have been costly, but not costly enough not to put it in impressive places.

“Looks like this was a waiting room of some kind?” Yahui theorized. “Perhaps a governmental office?”

“It looks that way.” Alex bent over the counter, to see what was behind it. The answer was a simple room and in it a humanoid figure.

A figure that suddenly snapped into movement. Eyes flared green, spheres of light inside an otherwise empty helmet of simple design. It grabbed a spear and moved towards Alex, speaking words in a language that Alex could not understand.

“We mean no harm!” he was swift to assure.

The construct did not care. It moved forwards, spear raised. Its joints were filled with the same green glow, allowing its stone and wood limbs to move with increasing fluidity. Even after Alex retreated from the counter, the golem followed.

“Behind me!” he ordered his women, who were already moving. They knew not to move around wildly, not when their protector had a sword taller than they were. Not exactly the kind of precision instrument that allowed them to move around without care.

Yet, they were not helpless. Evelyn picked up a loose cobblestone to use as a weapon. Blair went into a judo pose. Yahui did nothing outwardly, but Alex could feel the chill coming from her. It was a cold aura, sapping heat from the air, yet somehow leaving him unharmed. The chill only affected the golem.

Which continued its march forwards unrelentingly, barking orders in that unfamiliar language. Alex couldn’t even begin to place it. The intonations and constructions were nothing he had ever head and he had been all over the world.

Whatever the language was, the meaning was still clear: he had to fight.

Alex surged forwards. His limited combat experience so far had him taught one thing: that he was powerful. An overhead strike was impossible, given the ceiling, but a harsh swing he could manage.

The sideways swipe caught the construct off guard. Hard, the edge of the enormous stone sword slammed into the side of the humanoid golem. It bent to the side, wood and stone shattering, revealing yet more of those materials within. It was a clear and hard hit - but it did not go through.

Alex’s experience in devastating offensive had become decent over the last two days. His skill at defending, however, was purely an intuitive thing. When his sword came to a halt, the warden construct stabbed at him with robotic clarity. Twisting to the side, he prevented the blow from catching his pectoral. The tip of the spear found his flesh still, cutting a bloody trench over his side.

Alex was simultaneously cursing how big of a target he was and how much padding his size afforded him. Adrenaline kept the wound from hurting, but he knew instinctively that it was not too bad.

“GRrrrrrrr…!”

The animalistic growl filled the chamber. Which one of his women was the source of it was a question answered quickly. Alex and his opponent locked weapons and Evelyn took that moment to charge in. The warden construct swayed her way, then was suddenly distracted by Blair following the example of the dragon-horned member of the harem.

The construct attempted to take a hand off of its weapon. Alex noted a delay in that motion and the sound of cracking ice. Yahui’s frigid presence continued to weigh in, slowing the enemy until it had been grabbed by both of his forward haremettes. They swept the legs away beneath the enemy, sending it onto its back. Alex’s blade was still pressing down.

Alex reached out to his supernatural abilities and felt a surge like he never had before. His muscles sung with titanic might, swelling for a brief moment before returning to their regular, impressive enough size. A faint red glow spread over him like the searing cracks of an active volcano.

He roared, brought his sword down, and split the front of the magical construct open. His weapon sunk in a hand’s width deep, but did not yet bifurcate the enemy. He only felt the counterattack, a futile and yet painful hick to his shin.

A second scream escaped his lips. He pulled the weapon back up just enough to regain momentum. Blair and Evelyn kept the golem physically pinned while the chill in the room slowed it. One more titanic effort of strength cleaved the enemy in half.

Alex cut the head off, just to be sure.

The man of the island and his women backed off and observed the ‘corpse’ of the mechanical thing. There was no blood, no fluid whatsoever, just wood and stone in an impossible union. Once they were certain it would not move again, they turned to inspect his wounds.

“Your skin… what is that?” Yahui asked, mildly alarmed.

“A spell of some kind, it is my doing,” he assured her. That magic was already fading and with it the extra strength it had brought. The power of his sword felt like it was swelling, but stopped short of… what? A breakthrough? “I am fine.”

“He is fine,” Evelyn agreed, after giving his wound as good an inspection as they could, given the circumstances. “It’s not bleeding enough to have hit anything important. We’ll wash it out in the bath tonight.”

“He also got a scratch on his shin,” Blair pointed out.

Alex looked down at his leg. There was indeed a bleeding scratch there. More of a minor annoyance than anything else, but these things would add up. “Danger is inherent to fighting,” he said the obvious. “I got pretty lucky that I was not hurt until now.”

“No luck, only your ability,” Evelyn told him, “and all abilities have their limit. I know you will improve.”

Alex just nodded. There was plenty of motivation to do so. Aside from the pain being not exactly nice, he could not afford to get slain when he had a harem. Having all of these smiles to protect certainly provided a massive motivation to learn how to keep himself safe.

“I appreciate your confidence,” Alex said and gave Evelyn’s butt a life-confirming squeeze. “Let’s see if we can salvage or learn anything from this thing, shall we?”