Tomboy Island

Alex allowed Evelyn the time she needed to ride out her own orgasm. He was under the impression that his women preferred it to do so with his penis still present inside him, although that could have been his personal preference making him see things. He would ask at some point, maybe get some sort of taste profile going.

What she definitely enjoyed was polishing his cock with her tongue afterwards. It was a parting effort. Despite his ability to keep going, he was slowly deflating to half mast. ‘I am getting better at forcing my mindset on my body,’ he thought. When he had been limited in this regard, he had enjoyed every erection he managed to get to its fullest. Now that he was capable of just continuing, he had to force his body to relax. Not the easiest thing to learn.

“Thank you for the service,” he said when Evelyn backed away from his cock.

“It’s my pleasure, Master,” she responded with a crooked smirk. A hand went to her neck, rubbing it as if trying to massage in the cum she had gulped down. “It’s more of one every time.”

Alex looked away before her glistening lips washed away his resolve to keep going. He walked over to where Blair and Yahui were waiting. ‘Should I… yes,’ he told himself and grabbed the Chinese gymnast’s ass on arrival. “Your turn next,” he whispered into her ear, loud enough that the other two could hear it.

The black-haired woman blushed, giving him a surprised and pleased stare. He smirked back, squeezing her bubble butt a little more demandingly, even rubbing her pussy, wet from what she had witnessed, with his index finger. She was enjoying his casual shows of dominance. That was the reason why he leaned more into it in the first place.

“Blair sucked me off in the first room, Evelyn served me here - your turn next,” he specified further. “When we stop, I mean.”

Yahui audibly swallowed, nodded, then remembered her voice. “...Yes… Master,” she swooned, her graceful tone as soaked as his fingers were.

He pulled his hand back and left it at that. A stewing submissive was a happy submissive, only outdone by the finally fucked submissive. That Yahui leaned a bit more into the vanilla side of things than the others changed little about the inclinations that all of them, miraculously, shared.

While sending another thanks to whatever deities out there had made the stars align, he looked at what Blair had found.

It was a wood-stone box, about the size of a shoebox. Tree-like branches grew from each of the four corners, connecting with an overhang that looked like it had been a living plant once. Now, those branches were withered. Inactive runes lined the inside of the box, in which a singular crystal lay.

Blair picked it. Her cool expression shifted slightly towards concentration. The crystal began to glow like the ones lining the walls had. Concentrating a bit more, the redhead made the light focus, disperse, swell, and diminish.

“A magical flashlight,” Alex commented.

“The box makes them,” Blair asserted and pointed at a crust at the bottom of the box as proof. Alex leaned in closer and came to the same conclusion. It looked like a second crystal had been in the process of forming before the power had run out.

“That’s a bit big for the gauntlet…” Alex said and gave it a testing tug. It had been put down in a specially carved out socket, but nothing actually held it in place. It had some weight to it, but nothing one of three trained female athletes couldn’t lug around for an extended period. “Evelyn, can you carry it?”

“No problem,” the dragon-horned woman said. He tasked her with it for no other reason that she was the tallest and strongest of the three.

“We keep going, I take it?” Yahui asked.

“Indeed,” Alex confirmed, then lead the way.

It was considerably more comfortable to walk through the illuminated corridor. With all that happened on these islands so far, Alex felt like he was the strongest thing walking around. He wasn’t vain enough to take that feeling as a certainty and if there was anything that could really hurt him, it would be a creature that could take advantage of the dark.

That or an arrow trap.

Alex sensed the floor giving under his foot. Immediately, he hurled himself back, holding his Titan sword up in front of him. Acting as a shield, the broad side deflected an arrow shot from the opposite end of the corridor. More of them were loosened from previously hidden holes in the walls. Had he advanced further, he would have been turned into a pincushion.

Either because the mechanism was old or by some particular decision of the engineer, more arrows were loosened from the front with several seconds delay between them. Alex saw each of them coming and moved his body and sword between the sharp tip and his women. The finale came as a salvo of three. Two, he managed to block with his sword. The third, he plucked out of the air with his bare hand, saving Blair from the trouble of dodging.

Cautiously, he inspected the arrow’s tip. It was just stone, fused to the wooden shaft, no weird substances sprinkled on top. He showed the arrow to the others. “Think it worthwhile to take these along?”

Evelyn put down the box and gave one of them a snap test. It broke as easily as a dry twig. “Can’t see what for. We can just sharpen wood if we need stakes.”

“Fair enough,” Alex said and dropped the trap weapon. They probably had decreased in quality over the years, stored within their trap holsters. “Stay behind me.”

Lowering his sword to the ground, Alex advanced like a blind man. Tapping the ground with a sword that thick, huge and heavy was not its true purpose. Granted his magical grip, Alex could deal with the torque just fine and advanced step for step. They triggered one more trap on the way, opening hatches at foot level. Checking on them, they were filled with snake skeletons.

“Are they coming alive?” Yahui asked.

“Doesn’t seem that way. The undead thing we encountered before was more grey wooden anyhow.”

They progressed further, mindful of the traps, until they reached something like a buried plaza. Several houses were placed around it, each a sort of pillar that held up the stone ceiling. They checked the insides of some of the houses, but never found anything of interest, just crumbling or useless items proving that people had once lived there.

Interesting was that they had clearly progressed to another part of this buried city. Alex wasn’t sure when exactly they had left that building they had entered through, but it must have happened. That there was a stone ceiling also hinted at the fact that the city had been, at least partly, designed to be buried from the outset. Maybe it had been from the start?

“Do we check that out?” Blair asked and pointed at a large structure. It was separated from the rest of the houses by a long, long corridor that sloped down as it went. By the time it reached the building, it was deep enough that it was three stories tall despite being underground.

“That screams ‘trap’,” Evelyn remarked. “What do you think, Alex?”

“I think it will be worth it.”

The man of the island scanned the slope. He would need at least 20 steps to cross it and there were ample of ridges and decorative carvings in it that could turn out to be pressure plates or other mechanisms. He could disable them all or he could do as before. There had to be some path that the people used to take even when the traps were active.

“Is this where I should be serving you?” Yahui inquired.

“That you even need to ask,” Evelyn scoffed. “Master’s brain is engaged, his second head needs stimulation too.”

“I prefer to offer before I engage. The choice is Alex’s.”

Evelyn hummed at that answer, putting a hand on her hips. “That is also a proper way to show where you are in the hierarchy,” the dragon-horned woman admitted. “I should have thought before I spoke.”

“You have a habit of thinking you are correct,” Blair weighed in, her tone dry, the hint of humour easily missed.

Evelyn did not miss it. She blew air out of her nose, accepting the joke at her expense with a casual wave. “So, Master, do you want your third pair of holes to serve you?”

“Not right now,” Alex answered and cautiously began to walk. “Wait over there, just in case I set something off.”

Worry was on Yahui’s and Blair’s faces, while Evelyn continued to behold him with her usual confidence. To validate only that last expression, he focused on his feet. He would have to be very careful about this one.

There was a trodden path here. It was difficult to see. Tracking was not one of Alex’s sharp survival skills, but he had a rudimentary understanding of it. His eyes and expert spatial thinking made up the rest.

There had been initial clues on the walls. Hand marks of someone steadying themselves. From the position, Alex assumed it was after a jump. With that in mind, he had reconstructed a path that he was now following.

20 steps would have been the direct trek towards the entrance. He walked a diagonal, careful to remain on the lines between decorations. There was a mild give on both sides of the gap, but not enough to trigger the plates. It must have been a flaw in the design that thieves or servants then took advantage of.

Alex jumped when he felt he was in the proper position. His intuition was as sharp as ever and he landed safely in an open spot. His hands met the wall where the markings were, aiding in stopping his momentum. Then, he turned around and made out the next bit of his journey. After ten minutes of measured movements, he had made it across. He poked his head into the mansion.

Right by the entrance, a seated skeleton leaned against the wall. It was the first actual remnant of a human that Alex had come across. There was no flesh left on it. Even the insects that had gnawed it all off the skeleton had left. Only the bones remained. Bones and a miraculously preserved book.

Before he picked it up, Alex’s eyes fell on a lever set into the wall above the skeleton. It looked as if the last act of this person had been to pull it down. Trusting his intuition on that one, Alex gripped it. The dust that had settled in the gaps over the years could not withstand his brawn. A massive mechanism beneath the floor shifted with a massive clunk.

Alex went out and tested an obvious pressure plate with his sword. No reaction. “It’s safe now!” he shouted across and his women caught with him. “There’s a skeleton,” he warned, as they crossed the threshold into the building. Yahui muttered something in Mandarin when they passed it. “A prayer?”

“For the ancestors,” Yahui responded.

“Are you religious?” he asked, interested. None of his women had really shown signs of following any faith with more than mild observance.

Yahui did not break the trend. “Just what I thought was proper. Nothing more and nothing less.”

“Are we going to leave it here?” Blair asked.

“...Yes,” Alex admitted, hesitantly. There were too many oddities on this island. He did not know the context, but it seemed evident that this person had chosen this place to die. “Without further knowledge on what caused the undead deer to appear, I am not moving anything.” He picked up the book. “Except this, I guess.”

“Anything interesting?” Evelyn followed him turning the book in his hands. It was more of a booklet, about as wide and tall as his hand and as thick as two fingers. The cover was wood, as was the spine. The surface was smooth, treated in a way that had made it impervious to time. The same went for the paper within. The pages were covered in symbols.

“Judging by the shape of the paragraphs and the symbols, it was a diary,” Alex said and flipped through several pages. “Anyone recognize any of this?”

“That sort of looks like an alpha, doesn’t it?” Blair suggested at one point.

“And that there looks like an archaic version of the traditional character for 3,” Yahui muttered.

“Mhm…” Alex wasn’t sure if they weren’t just seeing things or if there was a script here that they could decipher. “Evelyn, think you can also carry a book?”

“No, that would be too heavy,” she answered with obvious sarcasm. He put the diary in the box that she was already lugging around. She then proceeded to put the box down.

They had a look around the rest of the estate, but found it to be in the same state as the other houses, just with more rooms to sift through. Alex could have had Yahui at any point. Skeletons were not aiding in arousal though.

There were more opportunities for it down the road, no doubt.