Tomboy Island

“Hey, Master, cleaning your cook is what good girls do, right?” Astrid crawled towards him. Stopping right in front of him, she put her round butt on the back of her heels. Her hands bunched the sheets of their supernatural bed, to anchor herself in the face of the desire to immediately kiss and lick his manhood. “Can I suck you clean?”

“I’m a bit disappointed,” Alex confessed. “You break rank and approach me without permission to ask if you can get the privilege to suck me off?”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Astrid shook her head vehemently. “Sorry, I put that all stupid. I just want to be your obedient cleaning hole, if that’s okay with you?”

Alex raised an eyebrow. The corners of his lips followed suit when he grasped what the blonde fairy was talking about. “You’ll use your mouth to get my cock clean and all you want for it is a bit of praise?”

“If that’s not too much to ask for.” Astrid smirked up at him. Enthusiastic nods only came to a stop when he put a hand on her head, scratching the roots of her messy hair.

“I’ll not cum inside your throat, nor will I let you cum. I’ll take as many of your fellow sex slaves, filling each one of them and all you will get for that will be the aftertaste of their juices on my cock.”

“All for you, Master - that would make me a good girl, right?”

“It would make you more than that. It would make you my favourite comfort hole of the night.”

Astrid visibly shuddered at those words. Her lips first parted in a moan, then formed a bright smile. Green eyes widened with anticipation. The pupils turned into bright pink, heart symbols in her eyes. Alex chalked that up to fae shenanigans. Whatever it was, it fit her expression incredibly well.

“Please let me do that, Master,” Astrid pleaded. “Please let me be your favourite comfort hole. Please, please, please just fuck all of your other tomboys and use my lips and throat as your pit stop. I’ll be your good girl. I won’t be greedy. I won’t take any of your delicious cum, I swear, just please praise me a little for being an obedient set of holes?”

Hearing a woman beg to not get fucked was a new pleasure and one he did not intend to deny her. “You can touch yourself, but you cannot make yourself cum. If you do, I’d be very disappointed, you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Then open wide.”

Astrid’s mouth was agape immediately. Sinking into her throat was a slow affair. He let her tongue work every centimetre it could reach. Moving with such tender care was both to give him more time to recover from pounding the still twitching shortstack behind him and to test Astrid’s resolve. He bottomed out against her lips, then gradually glided back upwards. Her lips were a tight ring around his shaft on the way back up, but she let him pop out without resistance or complaint.

“Good girl,” he told her and the praise-addicted blonde bucked against her fingers.

“Ahhhhlmost came there,” she chastised herself.

Alex left her to stew on her almost-failure and moved his attention to the rest of his harem. He rolled his neck and gave the aroused crowd a demanding look. They were in an exceptionally submissive mood after seeing him ruin Kiara and he was going to exploit that by pounding their sensitive pussies in a rapid fire of whatever position he felt like.

Tess screamed with glee when he lifted her up into a Full Nelson. Tall and toned as she was, the goth woman couldn’t have hoped to be taken in that position by basically any other man on the planet. Folded up and hammered hard, she squirted all over the watching submissives by the time he came inside her.

Remaining by his side, edging herself obediently, Astrid’s throat was right there for him to use again. In and out in three long, deep, and thorough thrusts, leaving her trembling for more. “Such an obedient cocksleeve,” he told her and watched her eyelids flutter in another orgasm dodged.

Yahui’s legs were soon pointing up besides him. Toes curled while he pounded the rhythmic gymnast at a constant, rough pace. It was exactly what she needed, what all of them craved at the moment. Turning her into a machine that turned bedsheets into stained bedsheets was second nature to Alex by now, as was pumping her full as soon as he felt like it.

Leaving the procedure to her this time, Alex just stood there while Astrid cleaned every inch of his manhood. She lapped at his balls first, tasting the pearling excess of pussy juice, before enveloping his shaft with her pink lips. She took all of his girthy rod like a true submissive and then released it as soon as her tongue had done all it could. “Such an adorable, naughty woman,” he told her and watched her bite her lower lip.

Valeria was bent over and taken on all fours. He rutted into the cat-eared climber for all to see, kneading her large breasts and slamming against her plump ass. God, he could not wait for the day that he was going to actually breed the dark-skinned sex slave. From the way she howled when he pumped her full, she could not wait either.

Making it a short pause, Alex only gathered his breath for long enough that Astrid could give him a tongue-bath. “You’re a well-behaved, blonde beauty, you can wait for your Master, right?” he told her, gaining entranced, enthusiastic nods in response.

Blair was a cumslut extraordinaire. Even after all that had transpired that day, she was eager for more. He hammered her slutty face until her green eyes disappeared behind her red-tinged lids. When his seed streamed down her gullet, her muffled screams were those of pure bliss.

Relaxing a bit after that was only natural. He let Astrid suck him for longer than before. Even without him saying anything, she knew to keep her pace moderate. Keeping him hard and happy was her purpose and she did that wonderfully. Whenever her sensitive throat put her at the edge of release she changed to tongue bathing him. “You know your limits so well, my gorgeous fairy,” he purred. She was drooling and dripping at his words.

Sara he was a little gentler with. He hugged her tight, but not too tight, and whispered sweet nothings in her tall, fuzzy ears. Her wide hips gave him plenty to hold while he took the Spanish woman. They both laid on their side, her plush ass rippling every time his hips met them. When he was about to cum, he slowed down, bringing them both over the edge gently. Her final orgasm was less explosive, but no less satisfying for the both of them. Gripping folds rubbed all he had to give to her out of his shaft.

Feeling like something rough again after that relative calm, Alex went back to the comfort of Astrid’s throat. ‘God, her brain has melted,’ he thought. Hand on her head, he guided her up and down, feeling no resistance whatsoever while he used her as he pleased. Her hand was between her legs, pussy juice dripping between soaked fingers, but she still managed to keep herself at the edge. Heart-marked, green eyes stared up with him, thirsty for that next word of praise. “Such a good girl,” he whispered.

Her body remained relaxed, obediently awaiting the moment she was allowed to climax.

That moment was not yet, Alex guided her off his cock and she released with a loud pop. “Thank you for using your favourite cock cleaner for the night, Master,” she spoke with mind-broken heat, her intonation mimicking that of a customer service woman turned sexual. “This gal pal will await your next thrust and praise eagerly.” She pressed a kiss on the tip of his cock, then watched him grab his next woman to ruin.

Janette was always good for a deepthroat, but he chose to pin her down pronebone instead. There was something innately satisfying in grabbing a dryad by the horns and pounding her until the outline of her body was part of the mattress. It was even more satisfying to make such a calm-faced individual turn into a cross-eyed cumdump, screaming with delight when she felt his semen pump into her womb.

Sucking him readily, Astrid was given charge to clean him on her own tempo again. She was devoted, her hands barely on herself despite the obvious, physical toll that the edging was taking on her. That she had a throat sensitive enough that she could orgasm from it only made it all the more impressive that she had managed to remain where she was. Even considering how rough and fast he had been with everyone so far, they must have been at it for over thirty minutes since he had finished with Kiara. “You have amazing willpower,” he thus praised her. “I’m very proud of you.” Astrid’s lolling tongue curved at those words.

Sofia was next in her Master’s sight and the woman that had declared herself his sex slave second was working hard to remind him that she was always there for his enjoyment. She sucked him off, then read his wish from his mind and prepared herself against the wall. Fucking her against the wooden surface was particularly satisfying because her feet couldn’t reach the ground while he had his way with her. From start to finish, she moaned his praises and begged for the seed, which she ultimately received.

Knowing that his own patience would snap eventually, Alex hammered Astrid’s throat at this stretch. He wasn’t even pretending he was using her to clean himself for that bit, he just wanted to make more of a mess out of her pretty face. He used the magic he had over her via the womb tattoo to ensure she still didn’t cum and he stopped using her before he would do so himself. “Fuck, I love how obedient you are,” he praised her.

Evelyn got to take the rest of his sadistic energy for that stretch of his day. The dragon girl was not one bit annoyed that she got him already halfway to orgasm. If anything, she was honoured that she got another load after being treated to so many throughout the day. That he was taking her in the roughest mating press he could muster certainly helped.

Challenging himself to not use Astrid for one more woman was oddly like challenging himself to five more pushes during the final rep. Every fibre of his being screamed for him to just reward this unfathomably needy woman, to give the obedient comfort hole the orgasm that she so clearly deserved. Alex asserted himself over his nicer side, only to see if he could. “Such a hot mess,” he growled and smacked her face with cock. Eyes twitched unevenly, the mind behind them utterly melted by the ecstasy of being at the edge of orgasm for so long.

Niara was the outlet for his crumbling willpower. He simply got on top of her and took her in a wild celebration of the joy of the missionary position. Legs were wrapped around his waist, trimmed nails scratched his back, and tongues whirled while he stretched her insides with his thick rod. By the end, the Kenyan tomboy was every bit as cross-eyed and gaping as the rest of them, cum oozing from her well-fucked pussy.

Stopping was no longer an option. “Alright, you’ve been the absolute best sex slave I could have asked for. You’re getting your reward!” Alex’s voice was raised, the sheer power trip of keeping a woman edging for him for that long, of using her throat repeatedly while he pumped the wombs of 9 other women full, was making him run wild. He pushed Astrid over, manhandled her so her upside down face was right by his cock. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he praised her again, when her first reaction was to worship his nuts with her tongue.

That wasn’t enough for him though. He pulled back and then pushed his cock into her mouth again. As well as she had taken him while on her knees, there was a special kind of depth he felt he could only reach when she was on her back like that. He immediately began to hammer away, smacking his balls against her face with every wild rut into her second pussy of a comfort hole.

“Come on, be a good girl, keep that orgasm back until I cum all over you!” Alex roared. He was asking for the impossible at this point, but he was asking for it anyway - and somehow got what he wanted. Maybe edging this long had put her into a kind of flow state, maybe it was the fae influence, maybe it was the incubus magic in his voice, or maybe Astrid was just that much of a freak for praise that her brain responded to it harder than sexual stimuli. Probably, it was all of that and that still made it erotically absurd that she did not climax.

Alex went so far to start fingering her. By that point, he was already right up at the edge himself. The rapid movements of his fingers pushed against a sensitive spot at the roof of her pussy, setting off a chain of nerve signals that could not be stopped. Nether could the intense flaring of pleasure that crackled up Alex’s spine.

Spontaneously, he pulled back. He was about to grab his own cock, to give himself those extra pumps, when Selana’s hand gripped him wonderfully tight. Her hands were slick with her own juices and she jerked him off, letting him pump fat wads of semen all over Astrid’s face and petite tits.

His own, intense orgasm was nothing compared to Astrid. Wide spread legs tensed, heels pressing into the mattress while her hips shot up and collapsed in wild spasms. Her hands pulled at the sheets with the strength of an Olympic athlete. In the first instance, she simply inhaled, the fresh oxygen after a long face fuck only heightening the raw ecstasy that was so obviously showing in her rolling eyes. Then, she began to scream and her swollen cunt released an explosive gush of pussy juices. All of that teasing, all of that praise, culminated in a climax that was phenomenal to behold.

Three times, intense waves of clear juices squirted from her cunt, then the cum-covered blonde collapsed. She continued to jitter, to tremble, to spasm, giggling something about being a good girl. “A very good girl,” Alex assured her, groaning in his own pleasure. Selana’s hand was still working his cock, making sure every drop of white landed on the face of the woman that had so absolutely earned it.

The surrounding women, most of them dumbfucked to a lesser degree, crawled over and whispered their own compliments to Astrid. After cleaning his cock for so long, she was now cleaned off by the various tongues of her fellow sex slaves. Every contact on her nipples, every rewarding praise whispered in her ear had Astrid sigh in another aftershock.

Alex backed away, to let the satisfied members of the orgy tend to each other with as much energy as they had remaining. “How do you feel, Master?” Selana purred, still pumping his cock, which was every bit as hard as it had been when he started this orgy.

Alex did not immediately answer, instead taking stock of the three sets of holes he had yet to stuff. Selana was right there in front of him, smirking with the confidence of a fated sex slave - which was exactly how he felt about his thrillseeker buddy these days. Behind her were Jane, a redheaded elf that he loved as a friend and a partner, and Ashley, a mousey Asian girl that he was not yet as close with but found so adorable that it was only a matter of time.

“The honest answer - I have never felt so alive,” Alex stated and then stared directly into Selana’s eyes. “Must be the fighting and even just the threat of dying. I’ll keep using you until I can’t keep going.”

The fat-titted cow tomboy smirked widely. “Please, threaten me with more good times.”