Tomboy Island

In the crowd of pheromone-oozing cocksleeves, the one that did not present herself immediately stood out the most. Janette was facing away from him. It was not a gesture of disinterest, not in the slightest. Kneeling, she kept her ass raised enough that her dripping wet cunt was on full display. Though swollen and wet, her lower lips still sat tight and fresh, a hole that begged to be stretched by her owner. She gazed over her shoulder, calm and waiting.

By the time Alex was aware he had moved, he was already behind the tomboy. Rough, he grabbed her by the back of the head. The thumb of his enormous hand hooked behind her right antler, a firm and possessive hold. He grabbed his cock, keeping it steady as he pushed inside. The first penetration was swift and glorious. Snugly, her cunt embraced him, the walls clenching while also begging him to slide deeper inside. Janette’s wordless gasps were the beginning of a new page in their symphony of his dominance.

Wet claps of flesh meeting flesh formed the primary rhythm in the bedchamber. Janette, usually of a bastion of control and quiet judgement, was now a vessel for his raw power. Each grinding thrust rocked her forwards. Each retreat had her ass lag behind the motion, the clinging of her folds dragging her along.

Her icy expression was a brittle mask, shattered by her Master’s hammering. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips as eyelids fluttered. Attempts to meet his gaze over her shoulder failed, the blue of her eyes glazed over by lust. Her knuckles were white, fingers curled into the tangled sheets.

“Oh, you love to see it,” Yahui moaned from the side. “The way Master rearranges your insides to make room for himself. Doesn’t it just… drown you in bliss?”

An ecstatic tremor ran through Janette’s spine. “Yes!” she cried out a singular word. Whether it was a response to the Chinese woman’s question or a simple manifestation of the orgasm now rippling through her hardly mattered. Sharp thrusts drove the air from her lungs. Her lips formed a large O, the unheard scream accompanied by a myriad of spasms. Her ass swung back to meet his hips with quivering imprecision.

The harem watched with excited breath, their fervent self-pleasuring being pursued once more. No porn in the world could ever compare to the sight before them, adding fuel to the fire of their trained evening arousal. Those that he had fucked already moved with a satisfied slowness, continuing to participate as spectators and sapphic partners for their fellow sex slaves. Those that had yet to be claimed inched closer, knowing it would be their turn to have their holes filled with fresh cum in due time.

“Bro, his stamina is insane,” Astrid gasped, voice thick with awe. She grinded her pussy into her finger, mirroring the rhythm of Alex’s hips. All the others did the same, breasts jiggling and asses bouncing to the percussive smack of dominant muscle against submissive meat.

“An Olympic judo master, reduced to a whimpering mess.” Evelyn’s voice was a husky, mirthful declaration, thick with her love for Alex. “That’s how we’re meant to be. Bent over and broken for him.”

“Remember that I only want to do what you love,” Alex managed to grunt. The words both rang hollow and with all the more impact, given the tight grip he had on Janette’s hair. Her cunt was gripping him like a vice and wetter than a waterfall. He pounded her relentlessly, giving her not a single second to recover her mind. “This is what you want, right, Janette?”

“...Yes!” The screamed word tore from her lips after a delay. “Yes, Master! Your… I am… oh, fuck… yours!”

The verbal surrender broke something within her. She came with the force of a dam bursting. A gush of liquid heat drenched Alex’s manhood. A new, powerful convulsion tensed every muscle in her body. Inner walls clenched around him in a frantic pulse as the rewarding pleasure entrenched yet deeper the beauty of her status as his submissive.

Alex beheld it all with swelling pride. The heat of the room fuelled him to continue his motions. His balls swung back and forth with every motion of his hips, still full, waiting for the still distant moment of release. As much as the tomboy’s insides were made to milk him, he was too deep into the orgy to cum already.

The realization that this was normal for him now barely fazed him. It was not the first time it had hit him, that he was spending the last few hours of every day having more and rougher sex than he had in years prior. Subservient to the delight he took in making these submissives scream out his title was the thankfulness he had for their trust in him.

“I - love - this - harem!” he roared, each word underlined by an especially hard, timed thrust. The last impact shattered Janette’s tension. Her arms gave in. Her small breasts hit the mattress, as did the side of her face. Her legs went long, framed by the muscular thighs of her owner. Only her ass remained lightly raised, a subconscious act to continue giving him easy access.

She was prone now, beneath him. The only act she still took herself was the rubbing of her own clit. Hand still on her head, Alex kept just enough pressure on her to keep her aware of his strength - a redundant and yet effective signal when he was still making her ass ripple with every thrust.

Janette’s expression had gone beyond cockdrunk. Her lips were in a neutral position, her eyes rolled up, her brows lightly furrowed. There was no strong emotion displayed there. She was a simple, pliant, obedient set of holes, squirting repeatedly while she was pounded into the mattress.

His grip on the back of her head tightened, his other hand digging into the soft flesh of her hip. His thumb pressed into her ass, feeling the ripples of each impact. Every second, he drove into her with relentless force. The room echoed with the wet slaps of their bodies meeting. Janette’s moans were a constant stream of wordless delights, the new core of the symphony.

Gasping and whimpering, the harem watched. Their pleasure was rising and rising, the unbridled passion on display sweeping through them, travelling via the psychological link of shared submission. Yahui’s fingers frantically worked her clit, her body vibrating with each chased climax. Astrid’s breath came in short gasps, her runner’s endurance tested to the utmost by merely echoing his movement. Kiara kneaded her tits, bringing herself to various releases while pinching her sensitive nipples. Blair sucked on her fingers, her red lips tight around the three digits that she clearly tried to fantasize into being his cock. Tess on her chest, mimicking the exact position Janette was in, pussy juice running down her thick, pale thighs.

Another peak in her series of orgasms made Janette spasm. Inner walls clenched around his manhood, forcing Alex to stop in his rough, pistoning movements. While the antlered woman writhed as much as his weight allowed her to, he bowed down. Like an animal, he tasted the sweat off her back, then bit the curve of her neck. He did it just hard enough to leave the marks of his teeth as indents on her skin.

As soon as her pussy released him, he was right back to ploughing her. The resuming of his motion was accompanied by a rise in the volume of the chorus. Haremettes all around redoubled the motions of their fingers.

“Our Master never tired, never stopped, he was a ceaseless fuck machine so much better than the genuine thing could ever be. Hot, hard, and seeking our sensitive spots with biological precision, he just made us all cum over and over again, just by us looking at him breaking the mind of one of our more cool-headed members.”

Alex grunted in amusement at Ashley’s commentary. A glance at her let the mousey woman know that she had been heard. Immediately, she blushed a deep crimson. Her fingers stopped working for a moment, which was all the excuse Niara and Selana needed to replace hers with their own. The tiny, petite Asian woman was a thin strip of vanilla between two large scoops of chocolate, squeezing her all over.

The sight was hot, but Alex concentrated on the slave he currently used. He studied the way her back muscles twitched with nothing but the utmost lust and love. He drank in every way her smooth skin creased as her back arched downwards from yet another spike in her ceaseless orgasm. Pussy juice was discharged from her tight tunnel.

All of her aimed to milk him. Her sight, her grip, even her scent. The sweet pheromones rising from her sweat-slick curves filled his brain with the same message as her words would have, could she still have spoken: “Breed me! Cum inside and breed me!”

Alex’s prestigious endurance finally met its end. Stopping in her depths, he unloaded his balls without a second thought. Quiet as a cocksleeve, Janette was hit by the strongest orgasm a submissive could experience: the tail-end of a multi-climax pounding with supernatural seed flooding her depths. She was squirting intensely every time another jet of white painted her insides.

Clenching his teeth, Alex fought to keep his balance. All of his being felt like it was getting drained by her cunt. “Such a good… fuck,” he pushed out. The tingling dots in the corner of his vision subsided. His orgasm came to an end. Enduringly hard, his cock slipped out of her. “Yahui.”

The single word summoned the Chinese woman. “Yes!” she cried out in unveiled ecstasy, crawling across. Her first instinct was to suck his cock, though she realized swiftly that he had another purpose for her. Licking her lips, she waited by his side while he manhandled the cocksleeve known as Janette into another position.

The sadist in him wasn’t done with the brunette yet. Witnessing such a serious woman go full mind-broken cumdump was too hot to end it with just a load in her cunt. After flipping her over, he straddled her, grabbed her wooden antlers, and dragged her up to his crotch. Though her eyes were still rolling with no will behind them, her finely honed instincts as a comfort hole made her react as her Master desired.

Janette’s scream was muffled by the very same cock that coaxed the noise out of her. In one thrust, he sheathed himself in her throat. He had no patience to stay, immediately beginning to pull out. Her lips were a sinfully tight seal. Her cheeks stretched, pulled in by the intensity of her obedient suction.

While he pounded the cross-eyed comfort hole, Yahui lapped up the cum oozing from her pussy. That had been Alex’s design for her. After all, why waste a good load when he could use it to make another sex slave sing with the pleasure brought from the taste of his cum?

Fucking Janette’s face was a wondrous experience. Ever since she had joined this harem, the stoic little slut had been a whore for getting her face fucked. Wet heat and sinful suction made each thrust its own experience. Her lips and throat vibrated with guttural moans, reverberating in his cock and up his spine as pure pleasure. Though pounded out of her every last thought, she retained instinctual skill. Her tongue worked his cock with fervent obedience.

Pounding into her should have made the world around him fade. Whether it was his ongoing ascension into a chimera of ancient bloodlines or a capacity that he had as a man, the opposite was the case. While his hips slapped against her face, he was all too aware of the ragged gasps for air by his lust-maddened harem.

“Kiara, Tess, come here.” The fat-titted tomboys obeyed immediately, his voice too powerful for the redhead to even start to pretend she wasn’t interested. They crawled up to him, only daring to rise from all fours once they could press their huge breasts against his sides. Just touching him with their naked skin seemed to make them climax. “Hold her still for me.”

Alex released Janette’s horns. Swiftly, the duo each grabbed a horn. “So strong,” Tess cooed in delight, feeling the might of his thrusts through her grip.

Hands now free, Alex grabbed shortstack and curvy goth by their plump backsides and squeezed. They cried in masochistic delight at the harshness of the impact, then swooned like good girls would when his fingers invaded their heated womanhoods. His thick digits were such an upgrade from their feminine fingers that they were almost lost in delight from that alone. They remained just present enough to keep the comfort hole steady and to press kisses on his skin.

Whether Alex just wasn’t as enduring for this load or the stimulation messed with his sense of time was impossible to say. Fact was that he hammered his way to his next release. His balls felt like their contents were boiling, overflowing with the need to spill inside a woman. All of his being, instincts, thoughts, all of it, aligned for the moment. Seed surged up his cock once more.

Animalistic impulses overcame him. He grabbed Janette’s antlers again, taking complete control over her. He stuffed his cock as far down her throat as the angle would allow. She tried to gather it up on her mouth like a good girl, a misplaced instinct that saw some of the overflow break past her lips.

Once that orgasm began to fade, Alex felt his pounding adrenaline diminish with it. Not disappear just… return to a regular level. His cock twitched inside Janette’s mouth while she milked the last of his load from him.

‘I would feel bad for being this rough if she didn’t look like… that,’ the man of the island thought and rolled his shoulder. Gently, he guided the limp cocksleeve to the mattress. It was only after she laid down that she allowed her lips to loosen and his dick to go. ‘Time to pound the brains out of the rest of them!’