Tomboy Island

“Hey, Alex!” Evelyn shouted across the mansion. “I found a way down!”

Alex had been checking another side room with Yahui. The two of them met up with Evelyn and Blair, down a corridor and a flight of stairs. What seemed to be a regular cellar at first opened up into a cave system after passing through another door. The same kind of crystal as above was found here, although they were unworked and scattered randomly.

“Maybe the city was built shaping caves like this?” Yahui theorized. “There could have been aboveground formations that are now covered, which these building pockets are inside of. Further structures were then added between.”

“That is how I played Minecraft.” Alex got not reaction to that. “No one else ever played Minecraft?”

“No,” said Evelyn.

“No,” said Yahui.

“No,” said Blair, making clear that Alex was alone in his blocky world.

They were, however, not alone in the cave.

The creature did not hide itself. It stood proudly in the glow of an orange crystal, wooden paws left and right of the illuminating object. Most of its body was made of wood, with stripes of grey stone inlaid into the body.

It was a tiger, plain and simple. It was the size of one and although its body was a facsimile of wood and stone alone, the head was a proper facsimile with fur and eyes of polished gemstones. It was almost lifelike and beheld them as they approached. When it moved its head, the motion was jittery, like a struggling mechanism

Alex readied his weapon and approached slowly. The construct rose from its hind legs, every bit as aggressive as the first one they had encountered. It was such a waste to smash these ancient, magical machines to bits. Alas, no other choice was given, if they wanted to proceed.

Both opponents moved left and right within the corridor. Alex familiarized himself with the ranges he had available. The cave was a vast place, but at this particular spot there was only forwards and backwards, with four paces to either side.

The beast of wood and stone observed him in a similar manner. There was an intellect there, but it was calculating and driven. It had a point to protect and that was all it cared about. Its legs moved with light hitches on every other step.

In that, Alex saw his opportunity.

He lunged forwards, thrusting his sword as if it was an oversized rapier. Swift as its reaction began, the mechanical failures inside the construct kept it in place for just long enough that the broad tip of the sword could crash into the side of the beast’s chest. Stone stripes shattered, the sheer weight of the weapon making even a stab a devastating delivery of momentum.

The construct let the excess force push it to the side, aligning its body in parallel with the blade. ‘Shit!’ Alex thought, immediately realized his mistake. He pulled back. Not fast enough. The beast stormed forwards, running besides the extended blade, and raked his right arm with its claws. An elbow to the throat warded off the bite that would have followed.

They disengaged from each other in a stumble, both put slightly off balance. Adrenaline dulled pain. Alex pulled his sword back in, ready to strike again. They were both on their back foot, the question was who recovered to strike a second time quicker.

It was Alex.

Using the weight of his sword, he turned a tumble into a sudden charge. It was an inelegant approach, full of sways against the pull of imbalance. Inelegance hardly mattered when the impact was this catastrophic.

The greatsword swung, its stone mass moving at such a speed that the air howled around it. While he had run in, the beast had wound up for its own attack, but all it managed to do was a paw slap against Alex’s hip. Painful and disrupting, but ultimately it changed nothing.

After stone stripes, the wood body of the beast cracked open. The edge of Alex’s weapon sunk into the magically reinforced material, leaving a carved split from hind leg all the way to shoulder on the impacted side of the beast. It was thrown to the side by the excess force, tumbled twice, then caught itself.

Harsh as it had been, the strike was not yet decisive. Alex inhaled deeply, his muscles starting to lame from the force behind all of his movements. The creature saw that opening and charged in again immediately.

A futile exchange of blows followed. The beast had the sole goal of keeping Alex exhausted, forcing him to keep moving while its own, supernatural make apparently made it immune or at least highly resistant to fatigue. Minimizing his responses, Alex let the blows bounce off the broad side of his blade.

The strategy of the enemy was obvious: keep the pressure up on Alex until he slipped up. Then, the beast would do as cats did. It would go for his throat and choke him out, taking his life with the curved canines. It was a sound strategy, Alex knew this by observation and intuition. He needed this fight to finish before things got to that point.

Throughout the exchanges, Alex realized one thing for certain: he was stronger. Every time the paw of the beast met the flat of his blade, it was his arm that stayed steady.

After one such exchange, Alex struck. He pulled his weapon back, then swung. He did not take the time to turn it. He considered that a waste of time in an engagement where seconds counted.

The broad flat of the blade smacked right into the construct’s face. Having gone for a lunge, the tiger took the full force of the swing. The wood and stone body proved to be surprisingly flexible, compacting from the counterforce of Alex’s attacked until it became the dominant momentum and sent the creature flying.

“Oh, by Master, yes.”

Alex heard the horny appreciation in the background. He would have lied if he said it did not inspire him to move a little faster, a little stronger, culminating in his blade coming down harder. The overhead swing that had killed other creatures instantly would do so here as well.

Would have, if the construct had not hurriedly pushed itself along the floor. A flurry of panicked motions, almost amusing to behold, took the majority of the creature out of harm's way. Still, the cleaving blade broke and sliced a full front leg off the tiger.

Jittering, the creature rolled onto its three remaining limbs. It hobbled on, its eyes glowing with acknowledgement of the damage sustained. Still, it was not done and neither was Alex.

Now he had the momentum, two weaknesses to exploit and the confidence to do so. Without losing another second, the man of the island charged in.

The beast waited. It appeared aware of its own limitations, but that was no way to circumvent them. When Alex swung his sword in a wide arc, all the tiger-like construct could do was leap backwards. Despite the toll on his muscles, Alex reversed his momentum, going for a lunging step and a second swing.

Nothing could be done by the enemy that would not have led to its immediate destruction. Alex swung wide again and again, each time forcing the creature to back away. Getting it closer to the wall was the goal. There was no broader strategy needed here, just the pure overwhelming brawn and threat of destructive force. He might as well have aimed the propeller of an old-timey fighter plane at the creature.

And then, when the construct had no where left to go, it went for a desperate lunge.

It was off-balance, it was slow, it was a three-legged, crooked jump that Alex saw coming. He ducked under, grasped the creature by the neck and threw it. Stone and wood slammed against the cave wall. Dazed, the enemy slipped down, internal mechanisms sputtering - then Alex rammed his sword through the bottom of the damaged torso.

The flat tip penetrated all the way through, emerging from the other side, and nailed the tiger into the rock. Hastily, Alex released his sword and took two steps back. For a few more seconds, there was animation to the construction. It clawed in his direction, trying to bring final harm to him. All useless, it remained locked in place until, finally, the last fumes of energy ran out.

“A splendid show,” Yahui complimented him. She and the other two tomboys approached him, quickly checking his new wounds. The manifold cuts of cat claws on this right arm looked worse at first than they were. By and large they were shallow and would likely heal in a few days at most.

“I would like to have some kind of armour,” Alex confessed, as he went to pick up his sword. The instant his fingers wrapped around the handle, he felt a surge of energy go through it and into him.

An awakening was offered to him and an awakening he readily received. Power sung in his blood. Stone formed from his skin. Patches of it all around, that encased him in a flexible layer. In an instant, it burst, leaving him standing there, unchanged.

He blinked a couple of times and looked around. “Did you see that?”

“I felt something,” Blair responded first.

“More of a vision then,” he muttered. “I think my titanic blood just responded to that wish.” He pulled that sword out of the creature. Wood and stone clacked on the cave floor, while he inspected his blade. It had felt like that weapon had been absorbing his experiences as he took in challenges. Was it helping him grow, specifically the titan-related side of him? How far could that be pushed?

That was a matter to experiment with in the future. For now, he decided to treat himself. After scanning the direct surroundings for any other dangers, he put the sword against the cave wall.

“Check if there’s anything valuable around or anything you can salvage from that tiger,” Alex instructed his companions. “Yahui, while they do that, it’s time for you to do your part.”

“As you wish, Master.” The black-haired woman was quickly by his side. A laughing moan reverberated in his mouth when he picked her up and kissed her. “Leave me capable of walking,” she warned him, her warm tone contrasting her cold, pale skin.

“I’ll try,” Alex grunted. Blowjobs were all well and good, but a man wanted something more. Carrying her in front of him, feeling her breasts against his broad chest, was all he needed to get rock hard. He placed her against the cave wall. Tongues whirled. His cock rubbed against her pussy, coating the underside of his shaft with intensifying wetness.

Yahui’s breathing became harsher. Little animating cries entered their kiss. She melted in his embrace and returned it. Arms and legs wrapped around him, steadying herself. When he drew his hips back, she eagerly aligned herself. Both of them worked of simple intuition.

It was not an immediate success. The first thrust glided off her swollen pussy, as did the second. The third time, he penetrated the outer folds, pulled back out a bit, then glided up between the valley of her pussy lips. Yahui shuddered with every centimetre that glided over her exposed clit.

The Chinese woman gave up on leaving things to feeling around alone. One hand wrapped around the cock of her Master, she guided him to the hole he owned and kept him steady as he stretched out her entrance. “Oh, Alex,” she cooed.

“Nice and tight,” he grunted back. He enjoyed the gradual conquest of her pussy. He had last had her that morning, less than half a day ago, and it still was exactly what he had desired and more. The gymnast was well trained and he felt that in the way her muscles shifted behind her folds. Wide hips circled. Smooth thighs pressed against his sides. Her low body temperature made it all a slightly alien experience. All of her gasps and moans were lively, encouraging him to do more.

Yahui’s head titled as far back as the cave wall allowed. “So good,” she loudly whispered. He was fully inside her now. His large hands held her hips in place. He slowly pulled back out. Her insides clung to him tightly, making him fight for every bit that left her. Her feet pressing into his back did not make that any easier.

Tantalizingly slow, he pushed back into her when he was only halfway out. Her initial reaction was that of a held breath. Not what he was looking for. On his second thrust, he shifted the way he balanced her on his hands. Just a bit, not much was needed to alter the way his cock glided over her walls.

“Yeeeeees!” Yahui moaned, long and satisfied, when he had found the proper angle. “Just… just like that, Master…!”

“Is that how you talk to me?” Alex asked, a laugh audible under his demanding tone.

“Just like that, if it pleases you, Master!” Yahui exclaimed. Her voice was rapidly rising in pitch. Pleasure made audible through wonderful vocal cords, a melody that made any dom try his best to keep it going.

The distances they still had to walk forced Alex to restrain himself, as did the hardness of their surroundings. It was a welcome limitation. Rather than rough and hard, he went at it methodically. The intimacy of their kisses and slow loving clashed with the danger of the environment and the aches from his many small wounds. A clash that elevated all emotions in the mix.

Thrust for thrust, over the course of many minutes, he closed in on their mutual orgasm. He made sure it would be mutual, by stopping whenever she got too close. She giggled the first time it happened and whimpered by the last. “Please let me cum, Master,” she begged. “Fill me and make me cum.”

Alex went for a final sprint. Only for those last few seconds, he moved with such force that the impacts of his groin on her thighs echoed in the cave. Screaming, Yahui’s short nails scratched his back. Her limbs clenched around him as much as her pussy did, all in anticipation of the inevitable moment when he ceased thrusting.

Deep inside her, he released. Spurt after spurt of cum emptied into her. Pussy walls gripped him like a vice, relaxed, then gripped him all over again. Nothing was more effective than a cunt at wringing every last drop out of him.

After all of that, he felt considerably lighter. A victory fuck really was among the sweetest ways to celebrate risking his life. Once his flaccid cock was out of her, he put Yahui down. She gave him a smirk, “My legs are fine.”

“You can still stay seated for a moment,” he told her with a smile of his own, then turned to the other two. “Anything useful?”

“Not really,” Evelyn answered.

“We managed to take the teeth out,” Blair added, showing him one of the larger ones. They were visibly different from the other materials used in construction. Polished and white, the teeth were still fully intact, despite all that had happened in combat. That quality was all that they had going for them though.

“Tad disappointing,” Alex confessed. “Maybe it was guarding something valuable?”

A hint of that famed draconic greed glinted in Evelyn’s eyes. “I hope so.”