Tomboy Island

Janette got the Storage Gauntlet for the day, while Alex held onto the Necklace of Regulation.

“We are going to head into the ashy landscape first, so stick close to me,” he instructed them. Whatever supernatural oddities were going on there, the necklace was protecting them from the heat.

They said their goodbyes to the harem, then headed out. At 1,27 metres tall, one would expect Kiara to slow them down. The Irish dwarf, however, had a lot of power in those massive thighs. Stomping and jumping along, she kept pace with the rest of them effortlessly. Even Ashley, who was the least trained of all of his haremettes, managed to walk at an objectively swift pace

Alex still had to stop every now and again, courtesy of being a whole head taller than even Janette, who was by no means a short woman. Occasionally halting in his movements did give him time to scan the environment though, so that was an upside.

They reached the edge of ashlands swiftly. The ground was no longer steaming. All of the wetness of the previous day had been died out already, leaving a grey carpet of fuzzy ash behind. When Alex planted his foot, it scattered and flaked like a mixture of snow and dust. He sunk in to his ankles.

What had been a hunch the day before now was confirmed. Without the obfuscating rain, he could see the volcano in the distance. It was simultaneously a picture-perfect representation of one and yet oddly small. Magma boiled over in streams that he could see despite the kilometres between them. Yet, it was no mountain. It was a tall gathering of blackened rock, yes, but no mountain.

“We will tread carefully,” Alex said, planting his foot forwards, one careful step at a time. He was wary of volcanic glass or other sharp objects hidden beneath the ash. He was equally wary of the heat beneath his feet. In some spots, it was barely noticeable, in others it was like hovering near a hot stove. They had to navigate to avoid those spots.

“This sucks,” Kiara complained.

Alex looked over his shoulder. What was an issue to the ankles for him was an issue up to the shin for the dwarf. The orange-haired woman tried to follow in the track the others made, but size differences made even that difficult. “I can help you with that.”

“I don’t need your help, you giant!” the orange-haired woman responded and puffed up her cheeks. “Just keep taking steps like a walking space elevator.”

Chuckling, he turned around. Kiara squawked when he scooped her up. She was heavy for her size but light for the titan-blooded male. “You may not need my help, but I will give it anyway,” he said, now carrying her in front of him.

“Like you didn’t just want to cop a feel,” the Irish woman kept up the brattiness, despite her light smile. She made herself comfortable in his arms. His fingers sunk into the plush cheeks he held her by. “You’re probably just thinking about what you want to do to me, perv.”

“Now that you mention it…” Alex’s cock was rapidly rising. An advantage of the flat land was that he would see dangers coming swiftly, so why not indulge himself a bit?

“I was just teasing you, don’t you darrrrrreee–”

Kiara’s protests turned into a choked cry when Alex impaled her. His rigid manhood parted her yielding, female flesh. The shortstack’s cunt was soon fully filled out, yet she cried out in pleasure as she sunk even further down. Her womb was pushed upwards by his manhood. Whatever screwy miracle of magical biology was at work, it felt fantastic for both of them. Fully sheathing his cock, the Irish dwarf was immediately squirting.

“Sensitive brat,” Alex aggressively complimented and smacked her ass.

He was not missing a single step. Holding her by both of her plump cheeks, he made the carriable package his walk-and-fuck sex toy. Huge tits pressed against his upper abs. The brat pressed kisses on his pectorals and collar.

“Stupid… fucking… huge… man… with your stupid… fat… fantastic…. coooooock!” Kiara cried out as another orgasm rippled through her compact curves. Her back curved back. Her tits jiggled, now jiggling atop her erotically contorted chest. “W-wait!”

Her sharp tone had him stop. That was not the voice of a brat just trying to rile him up more. “What is it?” he asked, worried he was overstepping.

“I felt some… valuable metal that way.” Kiara pointed to the southwest, away from the volcano. “D-don’t stop fucking me!” she told him, when he began to lift her off his cock. “I think I need to keep cumming to sense it.”

“An orgasm-powered metal detector,” Janette drawled.

“...That’s going straight into the book,” Ashley muttered. “Orgasm-powered metal detector…”

“Shut it!” Kiara snapped at her fellow haremettes, then cried out when he did exactly as he had asked.

Alex had good experiences with following their intuition so far. He also found carry-fucking Kiara to be a fantastic experience baseline. That she was pointing him in a direction every time he made her climax only added to it all. A treasure-chase and sex all in one.

“We… are… there!” Kiara shouted, the last orgasm washing over her. The wringing of her tight tunnel sent Alex over the edge as well. Squirting love juices marked the spot, the ginger’s climax rising ever higher while his seed pumped into her depths.

More cum surged from his depths, a tender hand rolling his balls encouraging him. “Master’s balls were always so full, his loads so thick,” Ashley muttered her notes. She whispered more. The rushing of blood in his ears prevented him from picking it up. He knew it was lewd all the same.

“Urgh, now my legs are all jittery and I am dripping all over the place!” Kiara lamented when he put her down. “I feel like I got hit by a battering ram, except a battering ram would be more gentle!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Alex pat her on the head, coaxing a mixture of annoyed gremlin noises and happy coo from her. “You said we are there?”

Kiara squatted down and began to move soot to the side. Ash rose in bothersome clouds, making them all look like they were interns in a coal mine.

‘I hope we will find a bath at some point today,’ he thought. He didn’t want to have sex with his dick covered in ash, that sounded like an unpleasant time. The alternative was not having sex at all for the rest of the day and he wasn’t about that life.

After some digging, Kiara pulled something up. She got it out into the air, then had to juggle it around a bit to let it cool. Once she held it firmly, she inspected it as interestedly as the rest of them.

Two spheres of metal had been melted together into a shape that vaguely resembled either a round posterior or a pair of huge tits squished together. The metal was of a strong pink shade with blue swirls going through it like damascus steel.

“No idea what that is, but it looks valuable,” Janette remarked.

“Also it, uhm… feels kind of… lewd?” Ashley suggested.

Alex knew exactly what she meant. The metal gave off an aura of pleasant warmth and erotic thoughts. “Whatever it is, we’re taking it along,” he decided.

“Of course we are,” Kiara decided and handed it off to Janette. Getting the chunk into the Storage Gauntlet required some works with the angles, but ultimately she managed to just barely get it in. “Now that I managed to make the day start brilliantly, where to next?”

“That way,” Alex said and pointed southeast.

“Not that way?” Janette asked, pointing at the oddly perfect volcano.

Shaking his head, the man of the island presented his logic. “I want to know more about the surroundings first.”

“Whatever you say, Master.” The dryad’s tone made it sound confrontational. That was just Janette’s social inability manifesting. If she had meant to disagree with him, she would, at a minimum, not use his title.

They began walking. Alex was back to carrying Kiara, though he did not walk fuck her again. Before he got an opportunity to clean his cock, he would either remain abstinent or he would be very thankful for the woman that volunteered to give him an ashy tongue bath.

“You know… what I miss?” Ashley asked slowly, penetrating the silence of their march.

“Having feeling in your legs?” Kiara suggested immediately.

As he swerved around another heated spot, Alex rolled his eyes. “I didn’t pound you that hard.”

“I’ll be the judge of tha- Ow! What was that for?”

Alex released the pinch of her thigh. “Seems like you got plenty of feeling there.”

“I was speaking metaphorically! Urgh, that will bruise…”

“Good, gives you something to think of me.”

“Oh… fuck…” Kiara muttered under her breath. Somehow, that was the hottest thing she had heard all day. Masochistic submissives could react intensely to the weirdest of sentences. To mask her own arousal, the bratty dwarf immediately returned the topic to Ashley. “So what are you missing?”

“A bunch of things, but I was specifically thinking about my phone.” The reporter practically hopped from one of Alex’s footprints to the next. He was the head of the formation, Janette behind him, and Ashley in the back. He broke the ash, Janette furthered that trail, and Ashley had relatively simple steps to take. That also meant she was the only one who could walk at regular speed.

“I haven’t missed my phone much,” Kiara responded. “That blasted thing - every time it vibrated, I had to deal with another thing. What about you, Janette?”

The cold woman hummed. “I noticed its absence.”

“I haven’t…” Alex weighed in. “...but I think that’s because I have been the busiest.” it had now been nearly two weeks since they crash-landed. During that entire time, when he wasn’t walking, he was having sex or talking. Sometimes he was doing all three things at once. Sometimes he was fighting enormous animals or getting lost in some inner realm filled with the blood of his multitude of ancestors. “If I ever stayed a day in the tree, I might realize that I don’t have access to the internet anymore too.”

“I-I wasn’t even thinking about the internet, specifically,” Ashley said. “Just… I would love to listen to some music right now. Wandering with music is just… better?”

“Actually, wandering with music is suicide,” Alex remarked. “You must be thinking of walking.”

“What’s the difference, Master?” Janette asked.

“Walking is when you use your feet to get from A to B. Wandering is when you use your feet to traverse an environment.” Alex was being semantic in a nonsensical way for the sake of conversation. “What I am getting at is that you don’t really walk through the mountains, but you do wander them.”

“So… you didn’t listen to music during your survivalist trips?”

“No. The instructor I had immediately told us never to do that. After all, the only thing that’s worse than a bear attack is a bear attack you don’t hear coming.”

Kiara poked his chest repeatedly. “But the risk of getting caught balls deep inside a sex slave by a lava elemental is fine, huh?”

“As long as we are clear that I was, in fact, inside of a sex slave.”

“...” The ginger went silent, blushed, scoffed, crossed her arms, and pouted all over the course of three seconds. “Whatever, Master.” She tried to use the title mockingly. It crossed her lips with a degree of veneration all the same.

“Okay… so listening to music would be stupid… but I still miss it,” Ashley remarked.

“Since we are on the topic… how have you been dealing sitting in the tree with the absence of the quick entertainment?” Alex wondered. “Or sitting around the camp, for that matter? Just, in general?”

“Honestly, the first couple of days were pretty difficult - for me,” Ashley gave her account.

“It had its downsides. I don’t think it was too bad.”

“I was bored out of my skull,” Kiara confessed. “Didn’t know how our ancestors did without it, but those genes are still in here.” She tapped the side of her head. “Got used to it after three days or so. I still find myself wanting to watch something sometimes.”

“The, uhm… constant sex helps…” Ashley muttered. “Hard to get bored with so much… wow… around.”

Alex smirked at the mental image of his women all entangling and chatting while he was away. A harmonious household, just as he desired it. “How about you, Janette?” he asked. Pulling the quiet dryad into the conversation was a bit of constant work, but that was fine.

“I honestly enjoy the absence of videos to watch. Everyone is living in the moment. It’s making every moment more meaningful.” Janette affectionately put a hand on Alex’s back. “Time flows fluidly. No mechanical seconds, just a string of shared time all beautiful, all worth memorizing.”

“That… was… beautiful!” Ashley exclaimed.

They continued their journey around the distant volcano by turning east. The ash laid less thick in these parts. It seemed that the wind usually carried the particles that rose from the volcano to the west. Everywhere else still received some of the ash rain, but not as much.

The heat was all the same though. They continued to tread carefully, circumnavigating patches would burn the skin of their soles if they weren’t careful.

“That looks interesting,” Alex said.

The others couldn’t see what he was talking about for about 400 metres of walking. It was a crest in the landscape, a swifter rise with a much harsher fall than the otherwise gentle up and down of the borderline flat ashlands.

The steep slope created something of a wind shadow. Its edges were marked with formations of molten rock that looked like half-molten candles. “Looks like the volcano came into being with quite an explosion?” Alex theorized.

More interesting than the remnants of that explosion was what laid in the cover. Though half-covered by ash and toppled over, the totem poles were immediately recognizable. The man of the island put down Kiara, then brushed the soot off the surface, studying the now familiar lines and symbols carved into the ancient wood. They all resembled what he had seen in the caves, though incomplete. There were large gaps in the carvings and the lower segments were entirely blank.

Each of the totem poles was about as wide as a basketball and as tall as Alex. He gave one a testing tug. They were dense hardwood, heavy but nothing compared to his Cataclysmic Greatsword. If he wanted to, he could carry two and the other three women could carry the third between them.

That was if he wanted to. Having more research materials to understand the civilization that had existed her could be to their benefit. Simultaneously, those could have been there for a reason. Perhaps it was best to finish them where they were? If that was his goal, he would need to come back with someone apt at using the carver’s tools they had found the other day.

“We’ll leave them here,” Alex decided. “They might have an arcane purpose we don’t understand. We’ll be back another day.”

“Alright,” Kiara agreed.

“Then… where to next, Master?” Ashley asked.