Tomboy Island

“We keep going,” the man of the island decided once more.

And so they went. Past the chamber with the heat conduit and down through the cave, until the cave itself changed. The semi-natural corridors were replaced with decisively manmade walls. Edges were smoothed out, stone blended with wood, until they eventually entered a gargantuan hall deep underground.

“Wow,” Evelyn muttered, her eyes drifting around the place. Massive crystal clusters between stone trees illuminated the entirety of the forest. Bark of grey and bark of brown reached towards the distant ceilings. There were no leaves around, they had long since turned into a layer of dust on the floor. Knotted roots followed the patterns of the floor tiles, before fusing with the runic patterns that made up the wall decorations.

“This is as big as a maintenance hall at the airport,” Alex remarked. As a pilot, he had been in the domain of plane engineers a few times. The scale of those halls had been incredible then it was twice as incredible now. Maintenance halls were impressively large, but ultimately they were fairly simple, empty constructions. This was filled with a forest, covered in ornamentations, and deep enough underground that the 25-metre ceiling had not been visible.

Had he not known magic was real, Alex would have thought he was hallucinating.

They spent ten solid minutes just tracing the outer perimeter of the space, scanning for dangers as they went. They found neither anything aggressive nor any further path down. This was the end of this road. With that established, they scouted for some more clues.

“I found something!” Blair shouted.

The rest of the party followed the red-skinned woman, as she waved them over to a clearing. In its centre was some mysterious contraption. It reminded Alex vaguely of a paper press. That wasn’t the whole story of it, but it mapped onto it well enough.

“If I was a betting woman,” Yahui began, looking at the contraption and their surroundings, “this is where they made the rock-wood mesh we keep encountering down here.”

“Indeed… but how?” Alex wondered.

That was a question that would require investigation.

Together, they approached the machine. Alex had no idea where to even start with it. There were several rolls that had long since rusted in place. That there was rust was a new development in and of itself. This may have been the first bit of metal he had found in this place and it was so big and heavy that he could not hope to move it. The frame of the machine appeared to be carved from hardwood, the bottom was made from interlocked stone slabs that were supported by the ground beneath.

“My turn?” Evelyn asked.

The question pulled Alex’s attention from the riddle in front of him for a moment. Although the Olympic tomboy was interested in the contraption in her own way, she did prioritize serving him. “It would be your turn, yes,” he confirmed, then took her by her luscious hips. An ancient pillar in front of him made for an acceptable support for Evelyn’s elbows, while her round rear became the resting place for his cock.

Alex leisurely thrust back and forth, enjoying the softness of her cheeks around his hardening manhood. His eyes wandered up the furrow of her spine, up between her sculpted back muscles, over the back of her short-haired head and back to the machine in front. Little gasps of the easily excited submissive tingled his brain.

Once at full mast, Alex adjusted his aim, instead sliding between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet enough for penetration, but he found teasing Evelyn for a while to be a greater entertainment. The muscles in her thighs were firm and yet yielded enough to make sliding back and forth in-between a fantastical piece of foreplay. Every time his shaft glided over her sensitive labia, she cooed. When he prodded her clit, she moaned.

While he coated his cock with the mixture of their juices, his eyes continued to roam over the mechanism in front of him. Dust covered much of it, especially the basin at the centre. Another oddity, considering how little dust they had seen around this encased place.

“Did they cut down the trees and feed it in there?” Yahui presented a theory. She and Blair were circling around the object, looking for clues that Alex would not be able to see from his angle.

Alex, meanwhile, felt his brain expand.

Whether it was the heightened blood flow from sinking into Evelyn, the continued problem-solving of the day, or just a stroke of genius, he just got it. “No, none of the trees have been cut down,” he told Yahui, over the satisfied cries of Evelyn feeling every centimetre of his cock spreading her folds.

“There could be some stumps elsewhere in this huge area,” Yahui defended her thesis.

“We have seen none and these trees aren’t the foundation of the production anyhow. Their roots are on top of the tiles, meaning that they were added after this hall was built. If they were essential, why make the operations requiring them so deep underground? Granted, on its own, there might be an esoteric reason we’re unaware of, but…”

Alex stopped for a moment, his train of thought interrupted by just how good Evelyn’s cunt felt. “Oh, Master!” she proclaimed, audibly turned on by his competence. “I can’t wait to give you an heir!” A smack to her rear rewarded her for her readiness to be bred. Her pussy clenched like a vice, an orgasm ripping through the cocksleeve.

“...but,” Alex continued. “Everything that was in the machine is dust. The trees are still here. There are no stumps, there are no cutting tools, there is dust in the machine but the only dust around is around the trees, presumably from their leaves.”

“So the leaves then… no,” Blair ended her own train of thought early. “The trees weren’t here originally.”

Evelyn’s screaming got a bit loud, so Alex grabbed her neck from behind and gave it a firm squeeze. The dragon-horned woman closed her mouth with an audible clack. Her pussy gushed like a good fuckhole should. Alex rewarded her by pounding her a little harder. He would carry her back home if he overdid it.

“Indeed, also the colour of the dust in the machine and on the floor is a bit different, if you look at it closely. One is brown, the other is brownish grey.”

“Huh, so it is,” Yahui confirmed.

“If anything, I think these trees are an obfuscating presence… maybe they are a kind of weed that grows in these particular circumstances?” Alex had reached the bottom of that well of genius. “We’ll have to look for other clues…”

They spent the next hour shuffling around the place. It was a big hall and all the stone trees broke line of sight, making looking for something a difficult matter. It was made even more difficult since they had no idea what they were looking for.

Alex’s initial stroke of genius had not lasted, so they were just scanning randomly, hoping something would stand out. No such look.

They were taking their lunch break by the machine. It was the only thing that they had found that really offered any sort of clue on how this chamber operated.

Stored fruit were sweet on Alex’s lips, made all the sweeter by being offered by his haremettes. Evelyn and Blair fed him, while Yahui enjoyed her turn sucking him off. Since they had been down there for so long, their little cycle had played out several times by now. Semen marked the insides of all of their thighs. Swallowing had kept their faces mostly clean.

“I think we might be at a dead end,” Blair suggested.

“Mhm…” Alex hummed. He was unwilling to leave when he felt like he was so close. “Let’s stay just a bit longer. We have the time.”

His decision wasn’t questioned. Yahui obediently bobbed her head in his lap, icy blue eyes seeking in his another orgasmic revelation. He did fill her mouth with cum, but the big idea remained absent.

Between frustration and post-meal horniness, Alex picked up Blair. The redheaded woman let out a pleased sound as she was simply lifted up by the much larger male and impaled on his cock. Stretched out by earlier usage, the sex slave took him to the hilt effortlessly. Her folds clenched down all the same, giving him the tight embrace that he craved.

“I’ll be rough now,” he warned her. There was the limitation that he shouldn’t be too aggressive, lest their walk back became a sore endeavour, but at this moment he just felt like exorcising some of his frustrations.

“Whatever you want, Master,” Blair gasped, her own brain swimming in the cocktail of chemicals created by what had been, effectively, an hour-long orgy.

Swinging steps bounced the red-skinned tomboy on his dick while he walked them over to the nearest tree. The bark was just smooth enough to make for a pleasant backrest for Blair. While he hammered her against it, her legs closed around his waist. She showered his neck and collar with kisses. Lewd gasps left her red lips. Her shapely ass rested on one of his enormous hands.

His right arm was up, elbow to wrist across the surface of the tree. More and more of his weight leaned against the tree. More and more, the excess force of his pounding rippled in the trunk.

Blair throwing her head back was the final nail in the coffin. That little bit of extra force made the enormous fusion of wood and stone tilt. Roots snapped. Something gave. Blair squirted all over her Master’s cock, while he hurriedly took two steps backwards. The tree he had pounded her against fell over, its weight too unbalanced. The roots, spreading only over the surface of the floor, offered it no anchorage whatsoever.

A chamber was revealed beneath the tree. A rectangular, empty space that went down further than it was wide. The implication got his brain racing and he moved to the next tree, resuming the pounding of Blair.

Was it necessary to do this by fucking the obedient cocksleeve? Absolutely not.

Was it necessary to exchange her for Evelyn, then Yahui, then back to Blair? Also not.

Was it a rush to topple over massive trees by pounding the brains out of Olympic athletes? Absolutely.

After thirty minutes of fucking and felling, the ring of trees around the machine had all been toppled. Under each tree was an empty chamber, all of them connected by grooves in the floor that previously had been covered by the rootwork.

Alex’s concentration was temporarily broken by the three tongues working his shaft. All three of his companions were worshipping his cock. Blair in the middle was absolutely venerating the head, while Yahui and Evelyn tried to emulate her technique for working the shaft.

“Good - girls!” Alex pressed out, just as his balls tightened. A huge load surged into Blair’s eager mouth. She gathered, spurt for spurt, in her mouth. Then, to everyone’s pleasant surprise, she shared her Master’s cum with her fellow comfort holes with tongue-twisting kisses. ‘Really good girls,’ Alex thought with a smile

While his women busied themselves with enjoying the taste of his seed, the man of the island took a detailed look at the chambers.

There were remnants of some kind of smaller plant in each of the holes, some of them contained in casts. Breaking them open showed various animal or human shapes, such as the tiger they had encountered earlier. As Alex was already convinced that the trees were not originally down here, he puzzled the rest together quickly.

The machine was not actually responsible for shaping the wood-stone, it was a planter and cast maker. The plant, or whatever it ought to be called, responsible for the wood-stone mixtures was likely able to be worked by coaxing it to grow in such casts. The trees that were currently around were just weeds that had thrived in the absence of overseers.

Alex returned to his women and explained his understanding to them while getting his cock polished some more. “So we could potentially find some seeds or something similar of this plant?” Yahui asked.

“Potentially… for now, you keep worshipping my cock though… I’m close to something.” The lewd way he had solved this mystery had heated up his blood, specifically the incubus part of it all. It was growing stronger with every submissive lick.

Guided by the lapping of the sex slaves, his mind descended into that inner world. Ever stronger, the black space filled with life. From the centre of his soul, the veins of ancient bloodlines spread. Hundreds were still withered, few were revived, but from those few, new life flowed into those that were decrepit.

Alex beheld the deep purple vein of his lustful, demonic vitae. Like a branch of a mighty tree, it ended in him and started in him. It was his duty to make it that way and to that end he needed the luck of a horny devil. That thought, that intuition, that purpose mingled with the stirring power and wrote a little exemption into the contract of reality. An exchange that for every great feat of eroticism, he would be rewarded with a small stroke of luck.

A manipulation of karma, it could be said.

The man of the island snapped back to reality. Ecstasy tingled up and down his spine. The sudden orgasm surprised his women. His seed marked their features, spurt for spurt covering his territory in thick white. When the final spurt was massaged from his cock by Evelyn’s pumping hand, all three looked like they had been at the receiving end of a bukkake. The amount of semen was truly excessive.

Yet, they all took their turn licking the drops from the tip of his shaft, before they turned to cleaning each other. Cum was scooped up on fingers, licked up with tongues, and each taste triggered a mirco-orgasm in his sex slaves.

“How are the legs?” Alex asked, after all was done.

“Weak,” Yahui answered, a hint of accusation in her voice.

Alex scratched the back of his head and averted his gaze in bashful guilt. “I’ll carry you if you need it,” he promised.

“We’ll be fine in a bit,” Evelyn spoke for the three of them. “You’ll have to look for anything interesting on your own though.”

That was more than fair recompense for what he had done to their sense of balance. Venturing out, Alex toppled over some more of the trees in less enticing ways, checking the chambers beneath. He eventually got lucky and found what he had been hoping for.

A case containing a seed. Alex was fairly certain it was a seed anyhow, as he had no idea what else it could have been. It looked like a smooth but unpolished rock. It was big enough to fit comfortable in his palm and had a strange warmth to it. ‘Vitality,’ he thought.

He was about to return to the party with his prize, when he noticed something else.

It laid between two tiles, in the grooves that roots had previously occupied. Green, glowing, and knotted in its spherical shape, it emanated a strange feel, as if it was placed there deliberately to annoy someone or something. Alex immediately identified the object as something from the fae realm and something that was powerful. The answer on how these trees had gotten down here, perhaps?

‘Can probably be used to improve our tree as well,’ Alex considered.

With his two trophies in hand, he returned to his women. Proving once more why tomboys were the best, the trio had long since gotten up and were going through their stretches. The difference in their exercises was interesting to follow.

Evelyn was going through the motions of slow squats, each repetition making her large breasts and ample bottom jiggle. Blair did some basic moving around, shaking her arms and legs to make sure everything was nice and loose. Yahui enacted a whole yoga routine, bending and stretching her in ways that gave Alex new ideas on what ways he could have her.

Not right then and right there though.

“Everyone feeling limber?” he asked, as he dropped the two final items into the box they had found early on in the exploration. “If so, we’re going to check on some of the side rooms we skipped past on the way up.”

They did just that. After an hour of exploration and backtracking, they were certain they had seen all that this underground city had to offer.

Alex was the first to step back out into the sunlight. After so many hours spent underground it was nice to feel the rays on his skin again. A mild draft carried with it the sweet scent of pollen and fruit.

“Grass is so much better than stone,” Blair said. The serious-faced woman jumped from one foot onto the other, enjoying the feeling of green and dirt between her toes. Alex followed her example. Evelyn and Yahui joined them and, suddenly, for no reason at all, they were dancing in front of the ancient entrance.

There was no beat to dance to, besides the beat of their heart. They were synced up in this, finding opportunities to be fools together. Alex shook his shoulders like some kind of hippy and Evelyn laughed at him, only to copy the gesture. Yahui did the robot. Blair smiled and shook her head at what she had accidentally caused.

They danced until they were short of breath, then sat down in the shade of the mound the unknown civilization had behind. It was the middle of the afternoon and shadows were starting to get longer.

Alex took a deep breath and said, “Ow.”

“Ow?” Evelyn gave his wounds another look.

“It wasn’t a heartfelt ‘ow’,” Alex assured.

“It was still the first ‘ow’ you have let hear all day.”

“That little dance number and relaxing just reminded me I got a bit battered.” He put a hand on Evelyn’s head. She was almost thirty, several years his senior, and definitely not a girl, but she could certainly blush like one when he smiled at her. The bashful expression on this haughty woman made his heart sing. “I appreciate it that you worry about me.”

“It was difficult enough to find my perfect man, Alex, I’m not letting you go.”

“I second that,” Blair said. The red-skinned woman had shuffled over to his other side and now inspected the scratch on his leg.

“I think you have earned yourself some rest.” Yahui pressed her breasts against his back, her body a pleasant cool against his. “If it pleases you.”