Tomboy Island

Though the multiple orgasms had deprived them all of breath, even the least athletic of them all, being Kiara and Ashley, still had been inside a gym on a near daily basis. Only the three women that had been pounded thoroughly struggled to even their breathing over the course of a minute. Though mindless, they instinctively knew that they had no reason to recover swiftly. Their turn for the night had been had.

Olympians around recovered at rapid speed, their trained lungs intertwining with the further increases to stamina brought by their changes. Alex kept his eyes closed and his mind expecting. His upright cock throbbed, a challenge to his submissives to make good on their oaths as willing sex slaves.

When an eager tongue trailed up from his still-heavy balls to the tip of his shaft, he attempted to guess who it was. The tomboy kissed the tip, then dragged the rest of her body along his cock. Medium-sized breasts on a frame of moderate height pushed further and further up. Muscles shifted beneath skin smooth as taut silk. She caressed his chest with her mouth, sitting up when her pussy kissed the base of his cock. She moaned loud, wide hips rocking forwards to allow him entry into her wet, welcoming sleeve - his sleeve. A fluffy tail swished playfully, brushing against his legs.

“Charlotte,” Alex grunted, finally opening his eyes to find the horny vixen smirking at him.

“Time to… get my… fill…” Her smirk turned into a gaping expression of lust. Her voice got caught in her throat, while her lower lips stretched around his girthy manhood. Such was his size that he could see the skin above her swollen cunt rise gently. Inside, the walls of the tanned tomboy twitched all around him. Once she was comfortably seated with her Master fully sheathed, she placed a hand on his mark. “Fuck, my womb is just… begging for your cum already.”

“As it should be,” Amethyst cooed. The purple curves of the hourglass-shaped slime woman draped themselves over Alex’s arm. A wanton cry escaped her lips, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in little circles. “Master, how would you like me to assist your blessed lust?”

Alex had an immediate answer to that: “Get on my face.”

“Oh, blessed am I,” Amethyst purred as she moved. “Your command is my deepest desire and I live to fulfil your every wish. Please, honour me with the worship of your tongue upon this set of holes you own, for you are the embodiment of my utmost devotion, your delights are my ecstasy.” Pussy spread, she hovered above him.

‘As if I needed any more reason to eat her out,’ Alex thought. He placed his hands on her ass, pressing four digits into each cheek. There was an undeniable difference between her bounciness and that of a standard human. The lack of bones was clear, the slime firmer on the surface than skin and squishier underneath. It was different - not better and not worse.

He pulled Amethyst down and teasingly blew on her wet cunt. Even that was enough to make her moan. The exposed folds twitched, the gorgeous hill of her eager cunt rising from the surrounding slime that made up her body in both the intensity of its colour and its cleft shape.

Slickness tasted sweet on his tongue. Amethyst’s love juices were overabundant, her nature as a water spirit clear in just how much dripped into his open mouth from one lick alone. She took hold of his head, urged him to penetrate her deeper without crossing the line of pulling him. Her legs relaxed, resting more and more of the weight of her ass on his face. The purple thickness of her smooth thighs framed his field of view.

Alex had a wonderful view up her athletic midriff. His tongue penetrated her lower lips, scouting the folds until he found one of her sensitive spots. Tilting forwards, Amethyst treated him to her feverish expression and the sight of her large, dangling breasts. Entranced, she beheld him. She held still, except for involuntary quivers. She breathed, faster and faster, louder and louder, the pitch going higher and higher, until her head flew back.

Blue strands of liquid hair whipped backwards. While her head snapped out of view, her tits protruded proudly, jiggling with every climactic spasm. Her puffy mound grinded into his lips. Gladly, he gulped down her love juices. The nectar of his loves was the sweetest that there could be.

He craved more.

While he tongue-fucked Amethyst, Charlotte made good on her need to be his cumdump. The brunette vixen bounced on his cock, screaming out her honest feelings as she did. “Oh yes, oh fuck, oh Master, your cock is so huge! I want all of you so deep inside my pussy! Ah! Alex! I love you! I love ya-ah so much!”

Though Alex remained busy with Amethyst, his instincts drove his cock upwards. Charlotte screamed. She matched his pace, submitting to his motions immediately. Her body quivered with each powerful thrust. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, breaking her voice.

“Don’t stop! Please, Ma-ah-ster, don’t stop! My womb is so dessssperate for your cum! Master, Evelyn is right, your seed is just superior!” Just riding him had been enough to rob her of her brattiness for the night, leaving her entirely devoted. A personal slut, riding him before an adoring crowd. His already drenched shaft was covered in the gushing juices of another woman. “I’m cummiiiiiiiiing ah-againnnnn!”

“Such a good, reformed slut,” another woman purred - Alex recognized the collected tone and deep-ish voice to be Valeria’s.

“Y-yeah… she’s gorgeous,” stammered another tomboy - Sara, her Master knew immediately. “E-everyone… all of us! All of us are our most beautiful when we work for Master’s cum.”

“By Master, yes!” Charlotte agreed, speaking manically quick with euphoria. Further words were swallowed by the ecstatic cries of her rapid bounces.

“She’s such a good cumdump,” Amethyst cooed, tone brimming with the pleasure his tongue brought her. “Always ready for you. She loves being your sex slave. She lives for this. Please, Master, fill her up. Mark her as yours all over again, like you do every single night and will do every single night!”

As Alex continued his relentless worship of Amethyst’s cunt, he could sense the building pressure in his loins. His release was imminent and, as always, he was the one to decide when and how he wanted to bless his properties with his seed. A final, powerful thrust made the fox woman bounce. She glided back down smoothly, her inner walls clenching around him, her body trained to know when her utmost craving was about to be fulfilled.

Cum surged up his shaft in hot, thick spurts. Charlotte’s cries reached a fever pitch, her body convulsing with the force of her final orgasm, triggered by the cum filling her.

Amethyst basked in her fellow haremette’s orgasmic wails. She studied her Master’s face intensely. “I can sense the flow of your seed,” she cried, her voice a mix of fervour and lust. “Your power, your essence... It is incredible.” She arched her back, her own climax rising in response to the raw, primal understanding of his dominance.

Two climaxing women seated on him, Alex’s orgasm ebbed away slowly. Charlotte kept tightening around him, urging every last drop he had to give to flow into her. Once she had what she needed, she glided up and made room for the next woman.

Sara swung her hips over his waist and impaled herself in one swift motion. The latina cried with wanton bliss, rabbit ears twitching in unison with her folds. Alex could not see more of her, even those details were blurry through Amethyst’s purple midriff. All he knew was that the usually shy woman went straight to bouncing on his cock. The strength of her thick thighs was evident in every up and down.

The ring of fervent masturbation had changed in character. With their Master on his back and his field of view changed, the tomboys had sat up and shuffled closer together. No longer were they chasing pleasure on their own. Shoulder to shoulder, often even closer, they did as haremettes ought to and teased each other with fingers and tongue.

They writhed where they knelt, curving into the sapphic touch of their fellow sets of holes in a mesmerizing dance. Though Alex could not see much of them, he could hear them clearer than ever. All of their cries, sighs, moans and gasps formed the unspoken promise that they awaited being used by him next.

Sara was keeping his cock expert company. Every other bounce, she cried out his name, “Alex!”, as another orgasm rocked through her. Her snug hole undulated around his long shaft, her spilling juices marked his manhood with the ecstasy of another female awaiting the day that the curse on their wombs would be lifted.

Amethyst continued to ride his face. Fingers running through her hair and eyes closed, she practically belly-danced on his tongue. Her pussy moved in little circles, always staying in reach of her Master. Swaying breasts and shifting thighs added to his enjoyment. Few men got a show like that from this angle.

Another woman was on top of him, between the bouncing rabbit and the dancing slime, Valeria caressed his chest with kisses from her full lips and presses of her large breasts. The exhibitionist put herself in the centre of it all, getting off on adding to the masturbation material for the rest of the heated crowd.

Alex saw no reason why not to play into the cat woman’s kinks. “Amethyst, I want you to eat out Valeria, while we remain like this.”

“Oh, gladly, Master!” the slime woman cried out, the mere idea causing her to shudder in a small orgasm that bridged the gap between the larger ones his tongue continuously brought her.

“I love everything about this idea,” Valeria purred. Though the absence of her breasts on his abs was regrettable, the sight that followed more than repaid him. The dark-skinned climber positioned herself in front of Amethyst, straight above Alex’s eyes.

He had the perfect view of her pussy, the outer lips loosened by the feverish work of her fingers. Slickness coated the inside of her toned thighs, glistening in the artificial light of the bedchamber. Two shapely spheres sat above the delectable creases caused by the meeting of meat of ass and thighs.

The cushion of her derriere was swiftly grasped. Amethyst’s fingers pressed against the hard muscles of her glutes, then squeezed deeper when Valeria relaxed. The slime woman’s tongue extended, becoming a pointy tendril that slithered deep into her fellow sex slave’s cunt. The African-Latina crossbreed cried out in pleasure. She was by far the quietest of the three women now on top of Alex.

Valeria moaned from her occasional climaxes, Amethyst’s tongue working her expertly and deeply. Amethyst shouted from her constant climaxes, Alex proving his superiority in all manners of lovemaking by making her gush over and over again. Sara screamed from her unceasing climax, the singular release drawn out by her bounces and his upwards thrusts.

Telling time was impossible for Alex. Every moment bled into the next, an endless assembly of moments where his entire world was tits, ass, pussy and pleasure. When he was close again, he simply released deep inside the hole he was in. Sara kept her groin pressed down on him, surrendering the depths of her womanhood to his seed.

The last of the load had barely pumped into the rabbit woman, before Alex spoke his next voracious order. “Valeria, take her place.”

With the last of her will, Sara rose from his cock. Quivering and giggling, cockdrunk beyond thought, she joined up with the rest of the harem. Her pear-shaped figure was received by greedy hands and tongues, the excess cum licked out of her gaping folds like the world’s most delicious treat.

Valeria picked up where Sara had stopped. “Master,” she moaned, the word of veneration having seemingly replaced ‘God’ in the harem’s vocabulary. “Your cock is like a hot steel rod!” The cat woman circled her hips, each completed round a testament to her willingness to be moulded by his desire. She made herself just another tight hole to be used, another bouncing cumdump to be watched in awe by tomboys chasing a tenth of the pleasure his cock brought.

No doubt could be had that this position still felt fantastic. A willing sex slave tending to his cock and another spreading her sweetness on his lips. It was the joy of every man to find himself in that position. However, Alex grew restless. He had recovered his stamina fully and now craved to reclaim his spot on top.

Suddenly, he gripped Valeria by the waist. The cat woman gasped in surprise, then screamed in ecstasy when he, hard and fast, thrust up into her. Bouncing on his cock had broken the minds of the last two women, getting hammered by her dominant Master did the same much faster.

Valeria moved in perfect harmony with his demanding thrusts. She was a flexible doll, a pliable instrument of his pleasure. Her large breasts heaved and smacked against each other from the forceful impact, intertwining with her screams into a symphony of his power over her. Their union was primal, rhythmic, and she responded to his dominance with one explosive orgasm after another. The sheets under Alex’s hips were utterly soaked from the love juices of three willing sex slaves.

Amethyst laughed throughout it all. Her Master’s tongue had extended inhumanely, coiling deep inside her, preparing her for what she knew would be next. She was overflowing in anticipation and twisted her own nipples. “Glorious Master,” she cooed in a voice of bliss. She closed her eyes and shuddered, feeling another rush of his seed travelling up his shaft.

Valeria’s voice came to a sudden stop. Her head thrown back, her body twitching, she was well and truly reduced to a fuckdoll. As his seed pumped into her depths, her pussy clenched him tight. Not even an inch would be allowed to slide out of her while he painted her womb white. “Breed this tomboy slave,” the climber managed to press out, her voice flat from overflowing ecstasy.

The last tremors of Alex’s orgasm eventually subsided. Though relief had been brought by Valeria’s twitching cunt, a greater hunger remained. Firm motions of his hand lifted the cat woman from his cock. Her dazed, blissed-out form was received by the waiting hands of her fellow slaves. Immediately, they began the reverent task of lapping their Master’s seed from her used and dripping folds.

Before another could claim his erect cock, he was moving himself. Holding Amethyst by her bubble butt, he sat up. The motion was fluid and predatory, the slime tomboy gasping, knowing that it was her time to be devoured and marked.

With the strength of a titan, Alex held her, seated on his shoulders, then lowered her to the mattress. He continued to lick her cunt the whole time, stopping only when she was on her back, soft thighs parted, words encouraging his domination. “Every drop of your divine essence you spill in me is the purpose of my life confirmed.”

“I am no god,” Alex rumbled, his deep voice filled with demanding humility - an odd combination to hear from his own mouth.

“You are above - you are my Master,” Amethyst sighed wantonly.

A growl vibrated in his chest. Alex didn’t quite know what he felt. There was the stroking of his ego that spoke to vain instincts and the urges of a healthy mind to push against such arrogance. In the gap between the impulses, his mind sat, digesting it into a mixture of wild need to both reward and punish the sex slave that did so readily elevate her above any ruler of creation.

Hands, so large compared to even this tall woman, gripped Amethyst’s sleek, purple thighs. She was cool to the touch, his blood running hot through his veins. Skin yielded to his grip, the slime tomboy so nicely malleable. He folded her in half, legs pushed up until her knees were almost level with her head. The position left nothing to the imagination, presenting her as a pure vessel for his lust.

Dominating her with his size, his muscular torso blanketed hers. His hard cock found the overprepared cunt of the sex slave. Amethyst gasped when he forcefully entered her, but not from pain. It was the sheer, overwhelming proximity of her Master and the hot rod spearing her.

Two substantial orbs of pliant slime moulded perfectly to the shape of his muscles. They were not flesh, but a firm and pleasantly cool gelatin, their coolness a stark and thrilling contrast to the raw heat of his body. Though there was a constant awareness of her pliant otherness, of her elemental nature, she also felt so female and familiar. Pebbled nipples formed two harder points within the softness, dragging against his skin as he forcefully thrust into her.

Alex was once more in control and once more he let his powerful needs control him. There was no gentle rhythm, no gradual rise of tempo. He claimed her with deep strokes, each one another period in the ongoing tale of his ownership over her. The slap of his heavy balls against the curve of her was a steady beat, underlining the symphony of swooning sex slaves. Yet, it was the subtler, slick sound of her cool slime yielding to his rigid flesh that truly defined the moment. Each thrust forced a gush of her sweet nectar around his girth, a visceral reminder of her submission.

Amethyst was his canvas. A semi-liquid set of holes that rippled with every thrust. From the trembling tips of her blue hair to the curled toes of her raised feet, she was defined by the bliss he brought to her. Her moans were her language of devotion in absence of the words she was too cockdrunk to speak.

The other women watched, transfixed. Frenzied masturbation slowed, attention captured by the raw, primal display before them. Focused on witnessing their Master screw the brains out of one of their number, they were unable to chase physical pleasure. The stimulation of the mind they got from following his rapid thrusts was that much greater.

Hips pistoning, Alex continued to prove to everyone watching and himself that he was a relentless machine built for a singular purpose: turning submissives into mind-broken piles of joy. Amethyst’s walls yielded to and reformed around his constantly moving cock. Her cunt’s grip was a paradox of resistance and total surrender.

Even though she was a slime, the tomboy was taut with the tension of her repeated climaxes. The water spirit was utterly soaking the sheets. Both of her wrists were pinned to the mattress by just one of Alex’s hands. The other pressed into the back of her head, pinning her in place while he tasted the cool, smooth skin of her neck.

“Ale-...Alex… Ma-Master…” Amethyst slurred, then threw her head back. Another spike in her ceaseless ecstasy made her shiver. Her large breasts squished more intensely against his pectorals. Her arched back made her smaller frame fit perfectly under his bent torso. “Sanctify… these waters… with your seed…!”

The intense plea in her slurred words was the final key. A deep, possessive growl rumbled in Alex’s chest. It was the sound of an animal claiming its mate. He jackhammered into her for another full minute. Even at the edge of orgasm, his stamina was awe-inspiring. The relentless blur of motion pushed Amethyst irreversibly off the cliff of bliss. Any even minor difference between distinct orgasms was forgotten. What remained were overwhelmed spasms and squirting pussy juices.

Then, with a final, brutal descent of his hips, Alex’s control shattered. He clenched his teeth, grunting as his balls tightened. The harem around them gasped in nymphomanic joy, witnessing every shudder that went through his huge frame. Amethyst’s cool walls clamped down around him, pulsing rings massaging the length, milking every drop into her depths.

For several seconds, Alex could barely hear anything. Too strong was the rushing of blood in his ears and the sound of his grinding teeth. Even when his senses came back, there was too much lightning in his mind for them to make sense.

Among that storm, the slime’s voice returned not as words but as a continuous, high-pitched scream of utter devotion. Gaping lips matched her rolling eyes. Her mind had been broken for his amusement, the shards of herself tumbling in the ocean of ecstasy that she so readily submitted herself too. Every spurt into her depths was another thunderbolt on her nervous system, making her twitch and writhe.

Slowly, the storm subsided. Alex’s gasping breaths were suddenly the loudest sound in the room. Amethyst was silent and limp, spasming only in reaction to his movements. Quietly, the surrounding tomboys whimpered, their fingers having all but stopped in the wake of his now still hips.

Remaining sheathed inside her for a long moment, Alex placed his forehead against Amethyst’s. No words were spoken, for they would have cheapened the depth of the love felt between them in that moment. When he pulled out, her pussy let him go reluctantly.

“Present yourself,” he ordered.

“Yesh, Mashtahr,” the set of holes slurred, grabbing the back of her knees before her legs could flop forwards. She held the mating press pose despite her intense, post-orgasmic tremors. Her pussy gaped from the girth of his cock. The intense excess of his load escaped her in a white rivulet.

“Good girl,” he said. Two words that triggered something approximating another climax. Hungry for more, Alex left her where she was, scanning for his next relief tool in the crowd.