Tomboy Island

Despite his words, Alex was not actually involved in the search. He was made to sit down, to give his wounds time to clot. He doubted it was medically advisable to receive a blowjob while that was happening, but Blair serviced him all the same.

While the redhead moaned around his cock, Evelyn and Yahui tried to get anything of value from the construct. Its pieces were too heavy to be lifted and the spear it had used was fused to one of its hands, making it impossible to take.

After some time trying (and failing) to pry anything useful from the decommissioned warden, the two haremettes took a regular look around. Alex remained on high alert, especially when they disappeared into the backroom that the warden had come from. Ultimately, nothing else attacked them and the duo returned after a few minutes, holding a sizeable satchel.

“Something of use at least,” Yahui said and opened up the packet. The aged leather creaked, but the condition was good enough to believe it would survive a few more weeks, at the very least. It unfurled into three segments, each lined with small holsters for tools. A few were missing, which also meant that most were present.

The tools were made from some kind of black, polished stone. There were carving hooks, small knives, hammers and wedges, a whole host of utensils used to shape wood and a few more to shape stone.

“These could be useful,” Evelyn remarked.

“Indeed,” Alex groaned and put a hand on Blair’s head. The size of his palm made the head of the athletic, nubile woman look small by comparison. Demandingly, he guided her motions up and down. “Never wrong… to have more tools to use!”

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

Echoes of a woman’s throat getting aggressively used filled the room, then suddenly stopped. Alex closed his eyes. Blair’s nose pressed against his groin. His cock tensed inside her throat. Seed pumped down her gullet. A smile flitted around the corners of the tight seal of her red lips. Eyelids fluttered, her own orgasm making her ass tremble on top of her heels.

Alex let go of her head. A few seconds after, Blair began to glide upwards. Her quivering tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. Every drop stuck in there was massage to the top, filling her mouth with everything he could give. Once she had reached the tip, she lingered, her nose working to get air into her lungs while her mouth continued to polish his cock.

Only when his dick began to deflate, did she back off.

“Thank you for the meal, Master,” Blair purred, so delightfully submissive in her post-orgasmic haze.

“Everything for a good girl,” Alex responded, then returned his attention to the tools. “We’ll leave them there,” he decided and pointed at a spot near the entrance. “Either we’ll come through here again on our way back, or we will grab it another day. We can find this place easy enough.”

“As you say,” Evelyn agreed, folded the package back up, and put it somewhere the sun wouldn’t reach. “Do we delve deeper?”

The question was justified, in reference to Alex’s injuries. They were mild, but mild injuries could lead to slip-ups that could lead to larger injuries. It could have been wiser to go back to regular exploration. It could also have been the case that this was the only major danger they were going to face.

The decision was his.

“We will keep advancing,” Alex said and rose from his seat. “These injuries are light. If we ever want to find more, we can’t be turned around by every little inconvenience.”

The announcement was met with strong agreement by Evelyn and Blair and mild agreement by Yahui. Tomboys they all were, eager to take risks compared to the average woman, but there were still differences between them.

The three women got behind him and then they looked for the way forwards. There were two side corridors out of the room, but they had been blocked off using dirt. Rather than use their precious time excavating who knew how much earth, they went for the one open route. It was behind the counter, past where the golem had stood, and led deeper into this large building.

It did not take long for the known difficulty to set in: darkness.

The further they went, the less daylight managed to make its way from the entrance to where they were. Eventually, there was none left. The four of them walked with a hand on the wall. They were not in total darkness. Blair emitted a soft, warm glow, like a weak candle. It wasn’t enough to really see what was ahead, but it was enough to put one foot before the other.

“We’re playing a bit of a dangerous game,” Yahui said. “If we get turned around in here, finding our way back will be a matter of luck.”

“Yes,” Alex answered. He had known that going in and it remained at the back of his mind constantly. However, he had decent hope that this was going to work out one way or another. Perhaps his titan blood just felt home surrounded by rock and dirt. ‘The ceiling could be higher though.’ “So far, I can keep a pretty good mental map of it though.”

The corridor was angular was corridors tended to be. They took one left turn, then went right at a fork. Not that they had much choice in the matter, the other way was sealed with yet more dirt. If they kept a simple layout like this for the rest of the dive, Alex was confident he could retrace their steps from memory.

They walked at a slow pace. Always mindful of where they planted their feet next. Ancient ruins like this smelled of boulder traps or nests of venomous snakes. Best not to move hastily, even if that meant they progressed crawlingly.

Something reflected the light cast by Blair ahead of them. It gave Alex pause and he readied his sword, pointing it at the glint while he advanced further. The air was tense for all of three minutes, while they very, very slowly made their way to the source of the glint. As they did, it multiplied. Light broke on multiple facets.

They were crystals. Multi-sized crystals of various sizes, lining the walls of this round chamber. In the middle of the circular room was a pillar. Between it and the crystal-covered walls, there was just enough space for Alex to walk through. The sight was strange and only became stranger when he noticed that there were irregular patterns on the pillar. It was layered like a totem pole, grooves carved into the blend of wood and stone. It almost looked like a circuit board.

“This clearly has to be useful for-” Alex’s voice hitched when Evelyn suddenly took hold of his cock. It was a tender touch, playing with the flaccid thing. In reaction, his dick swelled quickly, soon becoming the target of venerating strokes. “You’re very eager,” Alex pointed out.

He wasn’t sure if he was making a criticism or a compliment. On one hand, he wasn’t sure taking blood away from his brain when they were facing a mystery was a good idea. Under Evelyn’s hand, his dick felt really good, however.

“I’m following the old mantra - to keep a man happy, keep his stomach full and his balls empty.” The short haired woman’s mirth was clear in her voice. “To come even close to that, you require constant service. I give that gladly, Master. Your strength deserves a harem.”

‘God, thank you for putting me into this situation,’ Alex thought, while Evelyn showered his chest with kisses on her way to the ground. The pumping of her fingers was swiftly joined by the softness of her lips. It felt crazy that a three-time gold medallist was treating it as her privilege to suck him off in the middle of some ancient ruins. Crazy and yet completely right. This was his service to enjoy, willingly given and very enthusiastic.

That he was not the same person he was just a week ago was apparent in just how easy he found it to think despite the tongue swirling around the head of his dick. In fact, it almost was easier to think while he had a submissive in her rightful place. Every time she rolled his balls in her palm, things were just a little easier to contemplate.

No doubt that was also an effect of the mongrel blood in his veins, the incubus part specifically.

Yahui and Blair were not bothered by the scene. Quite the contrary, they tacitly supported it all by keeping a lookout. This was the life that he wanted, the reason why all of them had voted to stay on the magical side of the divide: because nowhere in civilized society was this every going to happen.

“If you want to be my comfort holes at every stop, I won’t complain.” Alex placed his hand between Evelyn’s horns. The Olympic tomboy moaned, sending pleasurable vibrations through the cock halfway in her throat. A demanding pull stuffed the rest of his thick manhood down her upper fuckhole.

Evelyn was learning fast to enjoy oral and how to make it enjoyable. She wasn’t there yet with the true cocksucking sluts in his harem, but she would be in due time. Her gag reflex was diminishing by the day, to the point that Alex felt confident he could fuck her throat for bursts of up to ten seconds before he had to let her steady herself.

GLACK! GLACK GLACK!

The noise was a nice backdrop to his efforts to understand what he was looking at. Esoteric symbols covered the pillar, symbols that he could maybe understand if he spent enough time analysing them. Before he went for that approach, Alex reckoned it was smarter to look around for any lasting traces of human activity. The purpose of a place could often be gleamed from what had been repeatedly touched.

“I’ll be walking around,” he warned Evelyn.

“I’ll be there to keep your cock nice and warm, Master,” she assured him with a smirk, half-hidden by the darkness.

She kept to those words, crawling besides him as he took a look around the chamber. Whenever he stopped, her lips were on his dick again, venerating it as if it was the idol of her god. “Blair, can you stick close?” Alex requested. “I need your light.”

Wordlessly, the red-skinned woman did as requested. Alex was momentarily distracted from the way the trickle of pussy juices caught the amber light radiating from her skin. He managed to keep his eyes focused on the main task, however.

There were hand imprints on the wall, two kinds of them. One was left by paint, surrounded by more of the esoteric symbols, and the other was worn into the stone through repeated usage. “Reminds me of buttons that were pressed constantly,” Alex muttered. He knew this well from the cockpit. There were the few instruments used in every flight, whose surface had been worn down by skin oil and simple contact over months and years, and the many instruments that saw rare or no usage at all.

The imprints were in gaps between the crystals. Alex scanned for the most worn one and gently placed his palm there. Something was pulled from him. It felt a bit similar to having blood drawn. A faint glow spread through the surrounding crystals. He pulled his hand back before it could swell further. The glow stayed, basking the room in a pleasant twilight. It was much easier to see the esoteric symbols behind the crystals now. It was also much easier to appreciate the rapid bobbing of Evelyn’s head.

Alex put his hand on top again, guiding her to go for longer, deeper, slower ups and downs. They helped him think more.

“Mhmm… ah…. Delishioush…” Evelyn moaned between the ministrations of her tongue. She expected him to excel and he could hardly disappoint a woman that was trying so hard to please him, could he?

Alex had no idea what exactly he was looking at. Some kind of device to store and turn magical energies into light, that was what his intuition told him. ‘Most magic works off of intuition,’ he thought. There was a system to this. If he could just guess accurately and confidently how it worked, then he was certain he could activate it.

A line was faintly visible between crystals, as if a finger had rubbed against the stone a thousand times over as many days. It went away from the worn palm imprint and towards and a neighbouring one.

Alex placed his hand there as well, feeling that slight pull again. Next, he spotted that one of the crystals was lower than the others. He walked over, Evelyn crawling after him, tending to his cock again as soon as he stopped. ‘Looks like this one was used as an elbow rest,’ he deduced, put hit own arm in place, and from there found the next imprint to press. The pull there was slower, the crystals only slowly gaining light.

Like this, he progressed around the room, bit by bit causing the crystals around to activate. When the room was at a level of light akin to a modern office building, he turned to the pillar.

Now that he could inspect it properly, he realized that there was an oddly shaped pebble laying on the ground right before it. It was too smooth and polished to be there without purpose. Evelyn lowered herself into a horizontal position, still sucking his cock while he squatted down to pick up the object.

“Good girl,” he groaned. A haughty laugh reverberated around his dick. Beyond that, only the wet slurping and noises of lips gliding over lubricated skin came from the willing comfort hole. She was working hard for her reward.

Alex weighed the pebble in his hand. It looked tiny compared to his paw, but in a regular human’s hand it would have been about the size of the upper segment of his thumb. His eyes fell on the grooves carved into the pillar next. Like the wall, some of them were more worn than others. A circular indent near the bottom of the pillar suggested a starting point.

Alex pressed the pebble in place. There was another light draw on his magical energy, then it magnetized, remaining attached to the pillar without any force on his side. From there, he followed the grooves that seemed the most used.

The social intuition he used for this was correct. After five to ten minutes of shifting the pebble around like the stick on a manual car, he arrived at a second, circular indent. He stopped there. Something in the air changed. Then, previously unseen crystals in the corners of the corridor before and behind them lit up, basking the underground in magical light.

“That solves one issue,” Blair remarked.

“Impressive,” Yahui commented.

Evelyn reacted to the success in a more aggressive manner. She put her arms around Alex’s hips and deepthroated him with extreme vigour. Success was Evelyn’s aphrodisiac. She was making herself his oral bitch. She buried her nose in his groin. She screamed with delight. She let her eyes roll. She made her tongue worship every centimetre of his cock.

Alex met the offer, grabbing her head with both hands and plunging into her upper hole as roughly as he could get away with. It did not take long for him to reach the point of no return, then spurted his seed down her throat. He could hear the soft pitter of her pussy juices squirting over the stone floor, while her stomach filled with his cum. Unevenly opened eyes fluttered in orgasmic pleasure.

Success and a tomboy guzzling down his cum, what more could a man ask for?

“When you’re done with Evelyn, check this out,” Blair called out.