Tomboy Island

Alex wandered the insides of his tree. Just a bit ago, Janette had confirmed to him that the fae-thing he found could be used to expand the power of their home once more, and by a wider margin than the seed he had found before. ‘I wonder if it will get even bigger.’

As he pondered, Charlotte stuck her head out of one of the entrances. The abruptness of the gesture made her brown-furred fox-ears ears bounce. “Yo!” the French swimmer greeted him. “Can I sit on your dick for a minute?”

“You can sit on it for two,” Alex answered jokingly. He approached with swift steps. “I just talked about Dragonball with Tess and Niara for an hour.”

“Cool stuff,” Charlotte said without a hint of irony.

Alex stepped into the room. The first thing he laid his eyes on was the full display of Charlotte’s body. Nubile, nude tomboys really were the best, in all of their shapes. There was barely any fat to her and where it was, it was welcome. Medium-sized breasts sat, nice and firm, above her gently defined midriff. Most of her torso was pale, the tan lines painting the shape of her favourite swimsuit. Blue, esoteric lines sat above her cleavage and above her mons. The upper set was by her own changes, the lower set was a manifestation of his Incubus powers - a sign that her womb was reserved for him and him alone.

Charlotte’s nostrils flared, taking in his scent. She bit her lower lip and suggestively ran a hand through her brown hair. She wore it longer at the top, something the island had not seen fit to change so far.

The fox-eared woman was blessed with wide hips. Thick thighs rubbed together, their heavy, Mediterranean tan contrasting sharply with the colour of her cunt, elevating the view of her pussy all the more. Excitement was visibly causing her womanhood to swell, to turn towards a shade of pink, and it wasn’t long before the first wetness coated the insides of her legs.

Smirking lewdly, Charlotte turned around. Her sashay was perfect, not just because her ass was fat for her 1,69 metres stature, not just because she knew how to entice, but also because she knew exactly how to swish her newly acquired fluffy fox tail to emphasize the motion and hide nothing in the process.

By the time Alex had been guided to his seat, his cock was rock hard.

“Yeah, yeah, just ignore me,” Kiara complained.

“I’m doing anything but,” Alex assured. The redheaded shortstack was every bit as gorgeous to behold as the fox woman that impaled herself on his cock. While the tight folds of one tomboy enveloped him, his eyes were locked on the plump tits of the Irish dwarf. Huge, freckle-covered mounds of flesh that jiggled with every little motion.

Kiara was stoutly built, in the most feminine way possible. There was the hardness of muscle to her, but it was all counteracted by just how luscious her compact curves were. Only Selana sported a bigger rack and she was a lactating cow girl two heads taller. Despite that size difference, Kiara had hips and thighs to compare. Her long, orange hair was straight, the bangs and side tresses cut bluntly.

The former PR manager of the Society of Olympic Women averted her eyes with a bratty puff. Her expression said one thing, the fact that she crossed her arms under her plump tits, pushing them upwards, another.

“Oh Master, you’re so big,” Charlotte gasped, having taken all of him inside her. “I mean, I learn that again and again every day, but really I’ve gotta say that I don’t think it’ll ever stick completely. The memory can’t compare to just being so… full.” She smirked over her shoulder, mischief in her green eyes. “Too bad you don’t know how to use it properly.”

“Oh, really?” Alex cupped one of her breasts.

“Ye-ah, really,” Charlotte’s breathing hitched when he pinched her nipple, giving it a gentle twist.

“Then how come you wanted to sit on it so badly, mhm?” Alex’s question got no response. His other hand had found its way between her legs. Toned thighs squeezed his digits, while they rubbed the exposed clit of his private slut in small circles. Charlotte gasped. He spiked her sensitivity to the maximum his magic was capable of. The mark on her womb flashed pink in response.

“Thaaaaaaht’ssssss cheeeeatin’!” Charlotte cried out, suddenly right at the edge of orgasm.

“I know how to use my tools properly,” he whispered into her ear, his voice dark and domineering. The fox-eared swimmer shuddered, her hips rolling. His hard cock glided through her dripping wet tunnel effortlessly, pleasurably scraping spots deep inside her. She trembled, all but bucking to rub her clit against his fingers with more force. Before she could get herself off, Alex diminished her pleasure to nothing.

“Aaaah-leeeeex,” she mewled.

“Beg,” he ordered her. “Brats have to beg.”

“Hnnnggh…” Charlotte whimpered, holding onto her scrapes of will for both of their enjoyment. The longer she drew this out, the more satisfying it would be when she finally broke. Alas, after a day away from him, her will did not hold that strongly. “Please, Master, please let your sex slave cum!”

Alex, similarly, was inclined to give her what she wanted without much teasing.

Charlotte threw her head back, her pleasure spiking back to supernatural levels. His fingers worked twice as fast and he thrust up into her in that same instance. Green eyes rolled up, lids fluttered, and the fox woman’s pussy clamped down like a vice. Not a second later, pussy juices squirted all over the wooden floor in front of them.

She had needed that more than he did.

“Alright, got my turn,” the French woman sighed, once her spasms abated. “You want a ride?”

“...Yes,” Kiara admitted after a second of hesitance. One freshly fucked woman got up, another needy tomboy sat down. For the shortstack, Alex had to put a bit more work in. Her legs were too short to reach the floor. Grabbing her by the waist and moving her up and down like a cocksleeve was quite enjoyable though.

Shortly thereafter, the Irish woman was hit by her own release. Her orgasm wasn’t quite as dramatic as Charlotte’s, but almost as necessary. Having introduced a bunch of borderline or actual nymphomaniacs to daily orgies had an increasing effect on their libido.

Still, at that point, they were coherent enough for a conversation. “Anything interesting you were talking about before you called me?” Alex inquired.

“We were - talking about - PR disasters,” Kiara answered, her voice heated and sentence bumpy from the up and down he subjected her to. Even now, he was making her his relief toy. “Funny - memories!”

“Must have sucked at the time though… although I don’t think I’ve actually heard of any major disasters while I worked at the Society,” Alex thought back. In the age of social media, there was always something, but nothing had ever stuck enough that he considered it a disaster.

“Means - I diiid - my joooob —- right!” Kiara shouted the last word, then came a second time. Her pussy clenched around his cock and this time that was enough to set Alex himself off. Having her womb painted with his seed pushed the shortstack past the realm of simple release and into euphoria. Squirting pussy juice added a second layer of stains to the wooden floor.

The tree was self-cleaning, so they could enjoy this kind of debauchery without worry.

Milked of that load, Alex lifted the trembling shortstack and placed her on the floor. For one reason or another, Charlotte took that as her signal to crawl over. Before he knew it, both tomboys were licking and kissing his cock. It was less a proper blowjob and more aftercare, though.

“Any funny story you want to share with me then?” Alex inquired.

“I had a wardrobe malfunction one time,” Charlotte said.

“That makes it sound less dramatic than it was,” Kiara groaned. “Charlotte was training her dive when her swimsuit just disintegrated.”

“It almost literally did.” Charlotte giggled at the memory. “Hit the water and then it suddenly tore open collar to waist. My tits were out instantly.”

“And the press was there,” Kiara groaned. “It was a minor event, but it was still an event. Bunch of reporters took photos, but we got lucky. The reflection of a big lamp above the pool did some convenient censoring. Nothing worth looking at hit the internet and I managed to bully everyone else into submission.”

“What did you do, write them stern emails?” Alex asked with genuine interest.

“Generally, yeah. You can get a lot of people to toe the line if you tell them you’re with the UN.” Kiara winked conspiratorial. “It’s technically true, even if the S.O.W. was so far down the chain it barely registered.”

“You know, when I used that acronym without the second o, I got an HR complaint,” Alex pointed out.

“Must have been some dumb sow,” Charlotte drawled.

Alex snorted at the joke. “What I am hearing is that you have a history of public indecency.”

“Mhmmmmaybe.” The French tomboy batted her lashes innocently at her Master. “Have I been a bad girl?”

“You have been a naughty one, no doubt,” Kiara chimed in. “There was this whole problem when you let one of your boytoys into the backrooms and-”

Alex raised a hand to stop her. “I’d prefer not to hear about that,” he told them.

“Insecure?” Kiara asked, brattily. “...Sorry…” she added a moment later.

“I’m not offended. I wouldn’t call it insecurity, I just prefer not to think about it.” He shrugged. “Think of it as you will.”

Charlotte scratched the inside of his leg, then placed another kiss on the tip of his cock. It swiftly transitioned into her pink lips parting and gliding down his rigid shaft. A clear reminder that she would follow his wishes. Kiara mimicked the commitment by worshipping the rest of his manhood.

It was good to be the Master.

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“You had him all day.” Selana grabbed Yahui by the hair and pulled. Yelping, the black-haired Chinese woman got moved from her seat on Alex’s dick. “Learn to share his delicious cock!”

“Yeah, it’s our turn!” Astrid shoulder-bumped Blair out of the way The redhead let out a surprised grunt. By the time she had hit the mattress, the Swedish woman already had her Master’s cock sheathed in her throat.

It was all in good spirit. After talking to Charlotte and Kiara for a while, Alex had decided to move. For no greater reason than their sweetness, he had followed the moans of Yahui to the bedroom, where he had found her and Blair entangled. One thing had let to another, Yahui had just started to ride him, then Selana and Astrid had barrelled into the room.

Alex followed it all with half a smirk on his face. It was funny to look at Selana asserting herself in such overblown a fashion. He did not stop her, because she did have a valid point: he had pounded the brains out of the Chinese and Scottish women plenty today. It also felt just… good to have four women fighting over his cock, especially when the competition was good natured.

“Alright, alright!” Blair tapped the mattress, to get Selana to release her from the underarm hold. “You win.”

“You could make it a little ha- Ah!” Selana moaned loudly, when the redhead smacked her plump rear with cheek-rippling force. “See, that’s what I am talking about,” the thrill seeker immediately went into a continuation of the wrestling match. Yahui watched it all with an elegantly raised eyebrow.

Astrid, meanwhile, glided up his cock until it popped out of her mouth. A depraved slurp sucked in the gooey strands that connected the tomboy’s full lips and the engorged head. Her hand stroked his length. “Sorry, bro, just stuffed that down my throat on reflex,” she apologized. “Looked too delicious not to.”

“You won’t hear me complain about that,” Alex said.

“Evelyn’s constant preaching that your dick can’t be allowed to go untended for more than thirty seconds must be getting to my head.” The blonde pressed a series of smooches down and up the sides of his cock. “Or it’s that I just really like doing it. To say it unironically, you have a really nice cock, my dude.”

“And I get the choice of which hole?” Alex asked.

Astrid nodded deeply and eagerly. “Always, Master,” she added his given title with a singing swing to her tone. “I’ll just work the head a bit while you figure that out, if that pleases you?”

“No, I want to see your ass bounce on it.”

“Roger that, Master.” Astrid was wonderfully chipper as she smirked up at him. The Olympic runner moved up and turned around, all in one fluid gesture. Gorgeously sculpted muscles worked in unison, putting her back to Alex. His eyes first beheld the bright blue butterfly mark on her back. It appeared - no - it was alive. The black-veined wings shifted different from the skin they were on.

Light-tanned cheeks grabbed his attention next. Astrid was small of breasts and wide of hips. Years of squats, running, and healthy meals made her round ass into an artwork of femininity. The cleft hill of her mons, swollen and dripping with excitement, was an artwork of submission. As was her moan when she impaled herself on the cock that had been inside a dozen other women that day.

“Oooooh, Master!”

Astrid sunk down swiftly. Her ass jiggled, meeting his groin with a loud ‘PLAP!’. It was only one of many smacks of skin against skin. In heat and in need, the fae-touched woman bounced on his dick. She squeezed her tits, twisted her own nipples, and threw her head back as the pace of the riding sent her over the edge.

“That’s a good, horny slut!” Alex exclaimed. The speed of it all did not lend itself to control. “Keep going faster for me, be a good girl!”

“Ehehehe, yes!” Astrid shouted submissively, the mirth of praise making her a silly sex slave all in favour of doing exactly as she was told. The strong legs of the Swedish woman kept her hips moving up and down with all the precision of a pavement-pounding sprint.

It was fantastic and too much. Alex got dragged over the finishing line faster than he could really sense. For all of the confusion on the path, the finale was truly glorious. His field of view was filled with white lightning. His toes curled. Seed shot up into the cocksleeve. Her womb got its taste and the rest of her body tensed in pure bliss.

“That’s how I like my cocksleeves - filled up and trembling.” Alex closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. He cracked one back up slightly when he heard Selana cackling. “Too cheesy?”

“Dunno, I just found it funny,” she answered. “As we’ve clearly established this past week, your wish is my pleasure, so say whatever you want, Master.” She gave him a crooked grin, all while keeping both Yahui and Blair under her arms. He was convinced that they only gave it a half-hearted struggled. Being locked under the cow woman’s arms meant check to breast contact and with those udders there was plenty of motivation to just let it happen.

Looking at those udders also made his next move clear. “Alright, let Selana have her turn.” He gave Astrid a light tap to the rear.

“Sure thing,” the blonde answered. One more tremble went through her as she glided upwards. “You two want to eat me out?”

“Yes,” Blair answered instantly, as much of a cumslut as ever.

‘No, more of a cumslut than ever,’ Alex corrected himself. While Blair and Yahui crawled over to get one treat, Selana crawled over to give her service of the hour. “You already know what I want?”

“‘Course I do, I am made to be your sex slave,” Selana purred. “Being yours is just so easy and I mean that in the best way.” She wrapped those absolutely enormous tits around his cock, completely covering it with her ocean of brown squish. The press of her hands into the sides of her pliable chest made her nipples glisten with a few drops of milk. “Just feels like I always know what we should do, you know?”

Alex nodded, he did know. Selana was exactly the degree of masochistic and submissive that he wanted. In her desires, she went right up until the point he reached when he was in his most heated moments. Somehow, their cycles of extreme erotic impulses were also synced up to perfection. They wanted cuddles at the same time and they wanted him to use her throat until she almost passed out at the same time.

“How do you feel about these, by the way?” he pointed at her.

“My massive tits? Obviously hate them, dude,” Selana answered with a sarcastic smirk.

“I was wondering more about these.” He gave her cow ears a flick, then tugged at her horns.

“Haven’t looked at a proper mirror yet, but I think I look cute with them,” Selana rolled her neck. “Getting used to the weight still. Pretty sure it did something to my neck muscles, so it's not that bad, but still shifting things around.”

“Can’t sleep on your side any more either.”

“I couldn’t do that anyway, I’m too curvy.”

Alex raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Catching that Selana turned her head. “Yahui, can you demonstrate? Kind of got his dick between my tits.”

“Certainly, I shall demonstrate the pain of being endowed below,” Yahui spoke with theatric elegance. Much to Alex’s enjoyment, the rhythmic gymnast laid down close to him, presented her shapely bottom and sculpted back to him. Amidst the arousal, he almost missed the detail that was being demonstrated there.

“Oh, because only one side of her wide hips are touching the ground, the base of her spine is higher than the middle. I never really thought about that.”

“Gets really uncomfortable if you sleep like that,” Selana said.

“Unless you got someone or something to partially support you,” Blair added.

“Noted,” the pillow of the island said. “Since we’re on the topic, how do the rest of you feel about your transformations so far?”

“Left out?” Astrid answered cheekily. “Because I’m still the only one from yesterday that didn’t change at all.”

“And besides that?” Alex asked.

Astrid had been ‘cleaned out’ by now. With no women between her legs, she shuffled to a nearby wall, to sit comfortably. “Not much of a change to me so far. I feel different, but it's a pleasant kind of different.”

“I feel healthier, despite my coldness,” Yahui answered. “There is a slight concern I might turn into some kind of zombie.”

“If you did but kept on moving and did not decay, would that make me a necrophiliac…?” Alex wondered.

“Bro,” Astrid called him out. “Keep the intrusive thoughts inside?”

“But how will I farm your reactions if I don’t -.. Say it?” Alex tilted his head back. “Jesus, Selana, did I tell you that I should have flirted with you years ago already?”

“Just every single day? Liking what I’m doing with my sweater puppies?”

“Those aren’t sweater puppies. If you ever even look at a sweater again, I will yank it right off you. If there’s a moment I’m not able to look at these tits, then that moment is ruined.”

Selana grinned widely. “Message received, no clothes for this slave.”

“Clothes are horror anyway,” Blair said. “Especially now.”

“With your body temperature going higher, putting anything on you would probably be really stuffy?”

“Yes.” Blair’s single word answer was to the point, as always.

“Minding anything about your changes so far?”

“No.”

“Great talk, Blair,” Alex teased her.

She met his joke with the kind of stare that only bros and tomboys could muster. It was serious at base, but there was just enough mirth to the corners of her lips and her eyes that it was understood that she was 100% with the banter. “You’re welcome,” she said. “Can I suck your dick after?”

“Did you not have enough cum yet?”

“Enough cum,” Blair snorted, clearly leaning into the reputation she was getting. It was equal parts in-joke and truth (as the best jokes tended to be). “Listen to yourself.”

Alex left the bedroom after the four of them were satisfied.

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