Tomboy Island

“I will pick… Niara as my cockwarmer this morning,” Alex decided.

The wolf woman wordlessly moved to the cushions at the feet of the throne. She licked the last bit of fruit juice off her lips, then dove into a different kind of meal.

It was only the second day of having this throne. It would have been an overstatement to say it was a tradition to have a cockwarmer while he picked his three companions for the day. It would, however, become one. Alex saw no reason to deprive himself of a ritual that both he and they enjoyed immensely.

They were eating breakfast. Their meals became more diversified by the day. While Alex was out exploring the island, his harem was anything but motionless. Even during the thunderstorm, some of them had headed out to hunt and come back with three fowls to show for it. The new facilities had allowed them to roast it in a firewood-heated oven.

Three birds for 16 people, many of which were above average height and appetite, were eliminated quickly. Fruits and berries were the usual supplement. They even had juice at this point, pressed out in a messy but nonetheless effective process, boiled to prevent fast moulding and then stored in the cool pantry. It would still need to be consumed within a few days, but it was good enough to start with.

Alex was not eating much during breakfast. He had loaded up on Selana’s milk. Selana, in turn, ate a lot even for her size. One had to wonder just how high the nutrient value was. Considering how full he felt, calling it ambrosia may have been more than just a comment on its wonderful taste.

His attention turned away from the tits of his perfect sex slave and back to the bobbing head of Niara. Though she lacked the intuition of Selana, she, just like all of his other submissives, was appreciated just as deeply. He could acknowledge that one of them just had a deeper talent for serving him without breaking the fluid contradiction of hierarchical equality within his harem.

‘Did her hair get a bit lighter?’ he wondered. The shift was subtle, too subtle to say for certain if he was imagining things or not. Given that the changes to his tomboys usually started light and then manifested suddenly during sleep, it was likely he was identifying this correctly. Inspecting the three that had been with him the day before, he also noticed that Valeria felt just a bit taller, the toning of her muscles a bit sharper. ‘Where will all of that go?’

“So, Master,” Evelyn raised her voice. “Who will get to accompany you today?” The dragoness eyed the position to his feet greedily, though she had to know her chances of being picked were slim.

Intuition continued to tell Alex that a day of travel with him was necessary to spur on the second evolution in his women. Since Evelyn had already benefitted from this, others were just of higher priority. Then again, the choice was ultimately his. He was the man of the island.

Alex decided to pick among the four that were left. The limit of three companions he had set for himself made it necessary to exclude one. He could have lifted the limit, but that was both unwise and unnecessary. A group of four had proven to move at the proper rate and Alex had found it possible to protect that size in a pinch. Any larger and it would get difficult.

Added to that was the lack of hurry. Assuming all of the women that had accompanied him were in the processes of transformation, it clearly took several days for most of them. Initiating it a day earlier did not serve any purpose.

His women weren’t the jealous type, they understood he had to exclude one in these circumstances.

“Kiara, Ashley and Janette,” he made his choice. “Sara, I will take you along tomorrow, I promise.”

“N-no hurries!” The bunny-eared Spaniard hastily waved with both of her hands. “I’m a happy bunny.”

“Just don’t bend me over every rock that we walk past,” Kiara remarked cheekily. “I know you can’t control yourself.”

Alex rolled his eyes and proved the brat right by dragging her towards his cock. Her pupils dilated when his musk filled her nostrils. A second later, she was helping Niara with polishing his shaft. All three of his chosen companions for the day had joined the wolf woman in the sea of pillows at the feet of his throne. As four, they could cycle the duty of keeping his manhood company and enjoying the rest of breakfast.

Once they all had their fill, the gathering began to unfurl. Much as they all loved each other’s company, between the evening gathering, the orgy, sleeping together and now the morning gathering, they had spent the last 11 hours together. Even the most sociable person wanted to spend some time in smaller groups.

As was tradition, this was also the hour of the day that Alex would spend with a few of his haremettes socializing, before he headed out.

After cumming down the throat of Niara one more time, he disbanded the rest of the gathering. The quartet that had been lingering to his feet went to take a quick rinse and to then prepare themselves for the day ahead of them.

For his part, Alex roamed around the tree for a little bit. He enjoyed a moment alone, talking to and thinking about nobody. He headed outside to check the weather. It appeared that it would be a lovely day with the regular, tropical weather.

Alex breathed in the morning dew, trapped as a fine mist beneath the canopy of the jungle. The presence of their base among the fruit trees created a supernatural clearing. The Tree of Harem Life had made every other bit of vegetation shuffle aside in a process that was clearly enabled by its fae origin.

“I wish my saviour would just come up behind me and smack my ass!”

The exclamation reached Alex’s ears. Having had enough of the minutes without any of his beloved tomboys present. As he walked, he picked up scraps of other voices.

“Tess, I am 100% with you, you don’t need to shout,” Astrid joked.

“I feel strongly about it.” The goth stated. “It’s honestly a bit weird. I got used to men objectifying me with their eyes forever ago. It’s why I went to the women’s only gyms in the first place. When it’s him, it’s so hot though.”

“Y-yeah,” Sofia agreed.

“You won’t find any pushback on that here,” the fourth and final voice, Jane, weighed in. “We all found ourselves in the submissive boat. I just hope we aren’t putting too much on him.”

“How do you mean?” Astrid wondered.

“You noticed how we’re all switching to saying ‘Master’ instead of ‘God’?”

“I-I mean… why pray to God when Alex’s is, uhm… right there?”

“I concur,” Tess drawled.

“Not making the point that you shouldn’t. I’m doing it myself,” Jane answered. “I just mean that we are putting a lot of responsibility on him. We rely on him for guidance in basically every field. He’s the one that fights, that ventures into the unknown and that keeps all the landmarks in his mind. We rely on him for leadership, information, food, shelter and satisfaction. Now we’re effectively calling him God.”

There was a brief silence. Alex had stopped next to the tree. The protrusion of a might root gave even his massive frame a chance to remain hidden.

After a few seconds, Jane continued. “I’ve spent a bunch of time these last couple of days thinking about whether this is really what I want, as I know all of you have. So far, we have all come to the same conclusion, I assume: that this is the best life.”

“The BEST life!” Astrid agreed enthusiastically.

A low moan cut through the air. Alex picked up the subtle, wet sound of fingers gliding up and down an aroused female’s womanhood. Moans quickly rose to light cries. His women had learned a whole lot about pleasuring one another. This wasn’t just Alex’s paradise as a male dom, it was also the paradise of bisexual tomboys getting their lesbian fill.

Her serious tone filtered through lust, Jane continued. “This is, mhm, all so liberating. No societal expectations, no fear of… ah… scandals. Just us… doing what we… want… Oh, Master!”

Alex’s breathing accelerated at the sound of Jane’s cries. A woman moaning was alluring at the worst of times, but a woman crying his title in worship as she came at the hand of another? Not knowing that he was there? That made his cock surge to full mast in an instant.

“I g-get what you mean to say,” Sofia stammered, her own voice betrayed that she was masturbating to the show. “Even though I had… fantasies before we got here… it all happened so fast.”

“Precisely,” Jane sighed, her orgasm petering out. A quiet smacking of lips reached Alex’s ears. While Astrid and Jane were making out, Tess continued the topic.

“The whole supernatural stuff going on did make me wonder if this is all really me or not… I have come to the conclusion that it is. Even during that first night, we were all just living out what we instinctively wanted.” She shook her head. “But that is me talking about me again. You are right, I haven’t stopped to think too much about how it might affect him.”

“Well…” Sofia cautiously interjected. “We haven’t had a lot of reason to ask so far… he’s doing very well.”

“And we are upping the ante,” Jane managed to get another word in.

Astrid agreed. “Yeah, we’re kind of… leaning more and more on him. We can just ask him if he’s okay though. He’s a dude, just gotta move straight up to him.”

‘That’s my signal,’ Alex decided. He stepped around the corner. Astrid and Jane sat next to each other on a curved root. Sofia sat cross-legged on the ground, her back against another protruding root. Those three immediately saw him. It was only Tess, standing with his back to him, that had to turn her head.

She was too slow. Alex smacked her plump rear. The sharp sound echoed in the jungle, accompanied by the toned goth’s masochistic moan. “Yes, Master!” she shouted, her body yielding to the pressure of his hands readily. He bent her over a conveniently located bit of smooth bark, then entered her. “Ooooooh!”

“So tight,” Alex groaned. His hard cock pushed into her cunt centimetre by centimetre. She was such a willing and yet resisting set of holes. Folds quivered around him. The moment he was fully inside, she came. Gushes of pussy juice lubricated the thrusts that followed.

Slow and casual thrusts, more of a steady gliding back and forth than anything with harsh impact. The man of the island had needed his pulsing cock inside some hole. Now that he had that desire met, he found his reasonable voice again.

“Sorry about eavesdropping, but I wanted to hear what you would say without me around,” he apologized.

“That’s no problem,” Jane spoke for all of them.

“Yeah, bro, we would just say that to your face anyway!” Astrid added with a grin.

Blonde and redhead were mutually fingering the other. The touches matched the casual pace he dictated. No demand had been made, they simply fell into his rhythms by their nature as his loving submissives.

Sofia did the same, playing with her clit as she asked, “S-so… how are you dealing with all of our… uhm… needs? You can say if we’re being a bit much!”

“We - want - the best - for you!” Tess managed to press out between aroused cries.

Alex did not miss a beat as he thought. The goth woman rocked back and forth, her Master’s movements growing more powerful until her fat tits smacked against each other. They produced a lewd, percussive rhythm, underlining her mewling gasps.

“The ‘Master’ as ‘God’ stuff is a bit crazy but…” Alex drove into Tess one more time, then pulled out leaving her quivering in the aftershocks of a series of orgasms. “...I feel like I am made for this.”

“You most certainly are, my perfect Master,” Sofia swooned, licking his manhood the moment he presented it to her. She shuddered at the taste of Tess on his rigid shaft. “So delicious.”

“You are my harem and every bit of responsibility I can take for your safety, for your happiness, for your welfare, I will.” A hand on her head, Alex guided the brunette down his shaft, groaning as he used her willing throat as his sheathe. “That’s a good comfort hole…” he told her. “...feels so good inside you.”

Astrid and Jane were hugging each other tightly, working the other’s pussy feverishly. They had now broken from his pace, way too aroused by his declarations and displays to keep it that way.

“Making sure all of you have your best life is my purpose as your man.” Alex pulled out of Sofia’s throat, leaving her gasping. Her skills still had much room to grow. He would let her try some more at another time. “It makes me feel… complete.”

The man of the island walked to the blonde and redhead duo. Once there, he grabbed Astrid by the waist and pulled her towards the edge of her seat. He had to squat a bit to be on proper height, but that was no problem whatsoever. Jane spread the fairy’s pussy for him, then rubbed Astrid’s clit in slow, large circles while he pushed inside.

“So, you can come to me with all your needs!” Alex declared, just as Astrid yelled in bliss. “Because that’s exactly who I am - I am the man of the island, I am your man and I will shoulder everything you need me to. That’s the package I want to carry!”

Jane ended his string of words by pressing her lips on his. The elven archer practically hung from while he pounded the fairy. It was only the start of a wild orgy. By the end of it, all four women had a fresh load pumped into them.

They laid on the cool forest ground, their bodies draped over him. Tess caressed his ear, seemingly fascinated by the way it curved. “We’ll trust you with everything then, Master,” she whispered.

“Please do,” Alex encouraged her. “I think this responsibility is making me into the best version of myself. If that is ever not the case… I’m relying on all of you to correct me.” He kissed Tess on the forehead. “Call me Master, replace God with my title in your cries, but never consider me infallible. If I ever do wrong to you, any of you, I need to know.”

“We can do that,” Astrid promised.

“I’ll make s-sure everyone knows!” Sofia agreed.

“We’re your women, with all of the privileges and duties,” Tess drawled.

“We love you, Alex,” Jane whispered, last of all.

What a fantastic start into the day.