Tomboy Island

Yahui was his next target. Tongue lapping the seed out of Janette’s cunt, she remained on all fours as her Master got behind her. He drove deep into her cunt, then pounded her hard for as long as it took for his balls to tighten again. By the end of it, she was every bit as thoroughly mind broken as the previous benefactors of his cock.

After that, it was Astrid’s turn. The blonde was picked up and taken against the wall. Grunting compliments in her ear, he used her tight cunt to their mutual ecstasy. The fairy sex slave let her mind dissolve under the relentless assault of his hips. Every smack against her bubble butt was another step taken towards the release that ultimately washed over him, leaving another one of his submissives squirting and filled with cum.

He descended on Kiara, pinning her down on the ground. Too horny to be bratty, she obediently squished her tits together, letting him fuck her chest pillows until he felt like changing it up. By the time he put her into mating press, she was already cock drunk and rejoined the writhing mass of pounded cocksleeves with her own share of his seed in her womb.

Blair crawled up to him, opening her mouth enticingly. Doing exactly as she wanted, he pushed his cock down her throat. After an opening facefuck, he let her do as she desired. The redhead was doing everything she could to suck the soul out through his cock. When his cum did surge up his shaft, the oral slut’s eyes rolled up, the taste of his seed fresh from the source making her add yet more wet spots to the self-cleaning bedsheets.

Then Tess got to get ploughed. His first and always eager sex slave awaited him on her back and pulled him into a hug. He was embraced by slender, strong arms, thick thighs, the softness of angelic wings and her absolutely magnificent tits. He pounded her in the missionary position, proving why it was the standard when he filled her up. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, the goth angel fucked past the point of bliss many times over.

By now, the symphony of the harem’s cries had diminished into a slowing undercurrent of gasps. Some of the women still had plenty of energy. Evelyn and Valeria, specifically, were engaged in a feverish 69. The rest was in various stages of petering out. The orgy had gone on for… Alex could only guess at least two hours already. Time was difficult to tell in this chamber. Crystals continued to give them erotically dim light, occasionally further illuminated by lightning shining through the opaque ceiling.

Only three sex slaves had yet to receive his attention for the night. Selana, Niara and the petite Asian between them. ‘She does look so delightfully… huntable,’ Alex thought as he approached the trio. Ashley stared up at him with a nervous smile. He was about to descend on her, when he had a better idea. “I want you to ride me.”

“Wawawhaaaaat?” Ashley stuttered. Even after being part of a masturbation ring and a following sapphic orgy for the past 2-ish hours, despite all the orgasms in that time, she somehow managed to be nervous. “Is that, uhm, a locked-in idea?”

Alex crouched down in front of her. The mousey woman was so vulnerable, so delicate and he found that just intoxicating. Despite her hesitance, she leaned into his palm when he gently touched her cheek. “It’s my idea,” he told her. “Ultimately, the decision is yours. Nothing happens without your desire.”

Their eyes met. Her shyness melted away into a tentative interest. Niara and Selana watched the scene with a light smile and a broad smirk. No one hurried Ashley along, as she gently raised a hand and pushed against her Master’s chest.

The man of the island, a titan in form and blood, toppled over backwards. Ashley giggled adorably. “You can be… kind of, uhm… silly?” she said.

“Don’t forget to add that to your book,” Alex agreed. “Make sure they remember me not as some kind of ascending god-king… or at least, if they remember me like that, make sure that they understand that I am human at heart.”

“I… might be able to do that…” Ashley muttered.

Selana whispered into the petite tomboy’s round mouse ear. “It’s always really hot when you say what you’re going to put to page.”

“Let us hear your voice,” Niara added.

“Uhm… uh…” Ashley shook her head, then cleared her throat. She stuttered, initially, but once she was lost in the commentary, her voice was smooth and melodic. It occurred to Alex that she would have been a fantastic narrator of audiobooks. “M-master said he, uhm… didn’t want to be remembered as a god-king. His divine rod made that task rather difficult. Awaiting me on his back, his magnificent member stood upright. During our stay here, it had turned… more impressive. It was large, though perhaps not as large as his frame would have indicated. A fact that even the sluttiest of us were thankful for. The gently curved manhood was already bordering on dangerously huge.”

Ashley moved forwards. Her own commentary was giving her confidence. Her tiny mouth covered the underside of his shaft in kisses. She did not linger to suck him off. Rising in a smooth motion, she pressed her body against his length. The smooth skin of her neck, her breasts, and then her stomach all glided over his slick manhood. She ended up straddling him, her wet sex near the base of his cock. Niara and Selana were flanking her like supportive, yet predatory pack mates.

“I couldn’t help but to pin it against my stomach. His heat was… ahhh…” Ashley moaned from the pure, psychological pleasure of his throbbing manhood. “...just indescribable. I was awed by the size. The engorged head reached above where his magic had marked me. The pink brand of my willing, sexual slavery was always proof that my womb belonged to him. That cock would easily reach all the way to my cervix. I shuddered…” the narrating, petite Asian did exactly that. “...at the memory of the pleasant pain that caused. I knew it could be much worse if done improperly. Master had never left me anything short of well prepared. Now, it was my turn to prove that I could take the entirety of this cock inside.”

Selana and Niara backed off after one last, encouraging brush over Ashley’s skin.

The mousey nymphomanic raised her hips. Up and up, until she hovered above his erect manhood. Her hands were on her face, her fingers moving towards her eyes in embarrassment, yet stopping short of covering them. She sunk down, so familiar with his straight shape that she let gravity alone guide him into her sheathe.

“I… ahhhh… I just felt him…” Ashley swooned, too taken by wanton shivers to make any more grand formulation. “His girth… his length… moving deeper and deeper into me…”

The tightness of her folds was extreme. She was such a tiny set of holes. All the same, she impaled herself. She respected his size too much to move quickly and was too submissive to move slowly. In the overlap, she found the perfect pace to wrap all of his sensitive shaft in her quivering tunnel. The undulations of female flesh grew more intense with every moment.

“And then… I finally sat on his legs. My modest little butt was comfortably placed on his thighs. It was… the best place in the world for a sex slave to sit.” Ashley cutely held still and breathed in the moment.

“Are you going to move for me, Ashley?” Alex asked.

“...Yes, Master,” she answered.

Moving her hips in little circles, the mousey woman moaned. They were such modest motions that, after the rough breaking of the past hours, they made for a bliss of a different kind. The slow drag of her tight folds over his manhood maximized the pleasurable friction.

“I continued to -mhm- roll my hips for him while -ah- I got accustomed to his size.” Ashley kept going with her report despite the pleasure crackling through her. “It really was a struggle every time we eloped, a wonderful challenge that I lived for. The hands of Selana and Niara on my tiny frame made it th-aaahhh-t much hotter. Selana's absolutely enormous tits spilled all over my back, making me feel even smaller in their presence.”

“Sorry about that,” Selana said with a wide grin. “Small is good too.”

“Master likes all sizes,” Niara whispered, while she bent down to Ashley’s clit.

“I really do.” Alex found the ebony ass of his Kenyan sex slave within reach. Two digits sunk into her pussy, while the runner’s tongue circled around the petite Asian’s button. At first, Ashley was moaning aloud, then she was presented one of Selana’s nipples. Immediately, she latched on and began to suck. The cow tomboy cried in delight.

Circles turned into slight lifts and drops. Ashley’s eyelids were already fluttering. The pace accelerated, the gyrations replaced with intensifying, rhythmic bouncing. Niara had to pull away, as did Selana, the reporter turned willing sex slave needed the space to move her petite frame all the way up and then down all the way back down.

“Ah, Master was… Master is… Master!” Ashley’s physical response to the pleasure got more powerful as she raced towards her orgasm. The two haremettes besides her now teased clit and nipples only with snuck in touches. Niara was swinging her ass back rhythmically, getting fucked by Alex’s finger.

In an electrifying release, Ashley tossed her head back. The orgasm wrung his cock most pleasantly. Alex clenched his teeth, feeling his own delight rise and rise, the heat of her insides getting him near his breaking point.

“...I… need… a short break… Master,” Ashley pleaded.

A revolting part of Alex insisted he denied her, but that was not the kind of man he was. “Take it,” he allowed her. She did not need his permission, the willing part was so much more important than the sex slave aspect of their relationship.

Ashley glided upwards. His cock throbbed in need, once exposed to the air. The reporter fell to the side, breathing heavily. Though she had done her own training in her time, the sports reporter was still a petite, short woman with no Olympic ambitions to her name. She was not built like the others.

Fortunately, she got off at watching him ravage Niara almost as hard as getting pounded herself.

Alex pinned the ebony cocksleeve to the ground. Her long legs dominated his vision of her. He ploughed her, hammered into the mattress, used her body to finish up what Ashley had started. Niara, already teased by his fingers, was in no state of mind to withstand this assault. Her brain turned into submissive mush. After five minutes straight of rough pounding, he pumped her full, triggering one more squirting orgasm and leaving the runner twitching, on her journey into the realm of dreams. There, she would join the majority of the harem.

Practically, it was only him, Ashley and Selana now.

“Back on top,” he ordered the mousey Asian, who nodded eagerly.

Selana just watched, fingering herself and kneading her tits while her Master’s manhood was once more sheathed in Ashley’s pussy. It was a swift descent that time, her cunt remembering his shape well, and she went on to ride him at a rapid pace from the outset.

“Oooohhhh, soooooo gooooooood,” Ashley screamed.

‘I wonder if that will make it into the book without formatting,’ Alex joked to himself.

The petite tomboy’s hands landed on his abs. Leaning forwards, supporting herself on his muscles, she accelerated. Her little mouth opened, allowing her tongue to hang out. Brown eyes rolled up. A familiar and yet never unwelcome sight, underlined by the intense pink glow of his mark of ownership.

Alex watched with a pleased smile on his face, while she brought herself to orgasm after orgasm. Two plush spheres entered his field of view in the middle of it all. “Just in case ya want somethin’ soft,” Selana offered.

“Always.” Alex wrapped his arm around her, pulling the Latina beauty against his side, fingers sinking into her fat ass. Milk-filled jugs under his lips, he sucked and gently bit, making the cow tomboy cry half as loud as Ashley.

The petite Asian was clearly past her breaking point, physically and mentally. One break had allowed her to gather herself, but now she was operating purely on a runner’s high. The second she stopped was the second she would collapse. There was no awareness of that fact behind her glassy eyes, she was just operating in pursuit of their collective pleasure, gushing and screaming, the sole upright woman in an ocean of tomboy flesh and cum-filled cunts.

Alex was ready to make her join them all.

Putting his free hand on her side, he thrust upwards. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! Every thrust was like making her jump on a rollercoaster ride. Her hair tossed and turned, even the instinctual control of her motions gone. On the final sprint, she was just a squirting sleeve, dominated by the man beneath her until the moment he ejaculated inside her.

The seed splattered all over her insides. It was over in a matter of seconds that felt like they were worth minutes. Each tension of his shaft took with it another slice of Alex’s own fading energy. Her tiny pussy was filled with his enormous load.

Ashley went limp. Selana rolled to the side so he could lower her down. Head on a pillow, expression reflecting her mind broken state, she oozed his cum.

Alex yawned. His cock was still hard, though not as hard as before, and his body was starting to slow. “That one took a lot out of you, mhm?” Selana noted.

“Yeah,” he agreed and then turned to her. She put a hand on his chest before he could put her on her back. “Imma cut ya a deal, Master,” she cooed. “You just lay on your back and I’ll keep bouncing my tits around your dick until you pass out.”

That sounded like heaven, one problem though. “Doesn’t feel like I’m doing my duties if I leave you with an empty pussy.”

“I ain’t going asleep unsatisfied.” Selana licked her lips indicating just how much of his seed he had tasted from the other women. “I’m your perfect cocksleeve, yeah? I can enjoy getting just the lesbian attention sometimes.” She pushed a bit stronger. It did not take much convincing for Alex to fall onto his back. “And I’ll ride ya first thing tomorrow morning to get my fill. Deal?”

“Deal,” Alex agreed and closed his eyes.

He dozed off to the sensation of the milk cow milking him.