Tomboy Island

They made their way around the tank, before stopping at a crystal. It was the size of a tennis ball, secured against the wall by two metal hooks that allowed easy removal. Curious, Alex first gave it a cautious tap, then lifted it out of the holster. Familiar with the process, he reached out with his mind and mana and attempted to activate any enchantment the object may have held.

A substantial amount of water gushed out of the eight surfaces of the surfaces of the roundish crystal. It was like every side had turned into a half open tap. Focusing his mind, he turned the flow into a direct, shower-like patter. “Seems like I got what I wanted,” Alex said.

“Thank Master,” Janette drawled.

“You know, it’s always a bit weird when you replace God with Master, but it’s even weirder when you thank me for something I had no influence over,” the man of the island remarked.

“That’s what makes it funny to me,” the judo master responded. Not a single muscle in her face was moving, though she must have been chuckling inside.

‘She remains a bit hard to read,’ Alex thought. He was trying, but some of his haremettes still were a bit unfamiliar to him in their more unique character traits. A couple more weeks would iron that out, hopefully. “We can take a break and clean ourselves in a less magma-heavy spot.”

It did not take long to find one. Past the reservoir-room was a long corridor. Attached to that side room was a chamber of long-forgotten purpose. Judging by the shelves carved into the wall, it likely had been a storage room of some description.

Janette put the glowing crystal on one of the shelves, spreading the soft, golden light across the entire chamber. Alex positioned himself in one corner and began his shower. The scent of ash filled his nostrils while it was washed from his hair. He directed the stream at his face with one hand and rubbed the ash off with the other. It was less a shower in the proper sense and more of a rinsing himself down with a hose. It worked through.

No sooner had he cleaned his face that Janette took the crystal from his hand. He cracked one eye halfway open. The dryad and Kiara were joining him in the cleansing, while Ashley kept a lookout. The Storage Gauntlet laid by the crystal. The necklace remained around Alex’s neck. It had survived the storm the previous day, it would survive a shower.

“Time to get you clean,” Janette purred.

“Do as you wish,” Alex permitted with a wide smile. He closed his eyes again and let the events unfurl.

The water was pleasantly lukewarm. Alex wondered why the crystal had been there. An emergency fire-precaution, perhaps, or just a way for people at work to get a drink? He had no clue. It served him well, though, Every brushing motion of the duo’s hands rubbed more of the coarse soot off his muscles.

Once he was clean enough, their strategy shifted. The water was still applied to him but the duo cleaned themselves by grinding up against him. It was not long after they had gotten themselves smooth and clean that Kiara’s tits enveloped his cock. With the new lifestyle, it had been an unusual number of hours since his last release. Hard and sensitive, his manhood shifted between her squishy mounds. Kiara was kneading her own tits for their mutual pleasure.

Alex opened his eyes again, unwilling to miss that sight. The shortstack was panting, quivering where she stood. She had to keep on her toes to get her tits level with his groin. Drooling and with half-lidded eyes, she was a cocksleeve in the truest sense. There was no thought in that head beyond polishing his rod.

Janette was behind Kiara, water crystal still in hand. She was feeling up and washing her fellow sex slave. The last bits of grey were washed off the ginger’s feet. Only then did Janette set the crystal aside and put her lips to use on Kiara’s cunt.

The shortstack came immediately, the dual pleasure too much for her. Despite her trembles, she continued to massage Alex’s manhood with her tits. A fact that got him closer and closer to release. “Ashley!”

“Y-yes?” the mousey woman stammered.

“You get my load.”

“Okay!” Excited, the reporter hurried into the chamber. She stopped next to Kiara, falsely assuming the dwarf would stop. No such order had been given. Alex’s urging grunts clued Ashley in without another word said.

The mouse-eared Asian bent over and buried her head in Kiara’s cleavage. Lips wrapped around his glans, the rest of his shaft remained enveloped by soft tits, and Janette changed her focus to his balls just as they began to tense. Three women are all over his cock. The load that had been building up pumped in Ashley’s mouth in powerful jets.

Alex clutched the edge of the nearest shelf to keep himself steady while the trio did everything possible to prolong his orgasm. Ashley’s swirling tongue, Kiara’s shifting breasts, Janette’s venerating kisses, there were all pieces of the puzzle. The petite mouse tomboy moaned while the taste of his cum triggered her own climax.

All good things faded eventually. In the absence of the bliss flowed a wonderful lightness. He felt like he had dropped weights that had been pulling at his limbs. It was incredible what difference an orgasm could make.

Kiara took the shift to watch next, then Alex returned the favour to Janette by fingering the dryad to completion while he and her cleaned Ashley up. At the end of their shower, that corner of the room was covered in a puddle. They had enough space in another to sit down and eat the rations inside the Storage Gauntlet while they dried. Afterwards, they had enough space in it that they could store the crystal and Kiara’s shiny rocks in it.

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They wandered the complex for half an hour, simply exploring it. Paradoxically, it was cooler this deep down. Whatever mechanisms moved the magma around were either working in this part of the complex or too distant to matter.

The shifting of the earth had done damage here as well, of course, but it was lesser. Cracks, the occasional path that had been unaligned, but nothing so drastic as entire rooms having been separated into parts.

“Reminds me of the underground city,” Alex commented as they poked into another house. “Same stone roof, same semi-integrated structures, same attempts to make open spaces.” He ran his fingers through a pot of dirt that had once held a plant. Only the outline of something long consumed by mould remained. The soil was humid, as was the air.

“These people must have really liked building underground?” Ashley asked.

“I think that’s survivorship bias,” Kiara threw back. “There’s probably a bunch of stuff buried so deep under the trees that we’ll never see it.”

“Agreed,” Janette said.

“That would line up with the few structures we did find,” Alex agreed. “They’ve all been in heavy disrepair. Makes me wonder if-”

Alex stopped when he heard a sound besides themselves in the darkness. It was the clacking, heavy sound of something dense in movement.

‘No,’ he corrected his intuition. ‘The sound is rhythmic and quick. It’s not something, it’s somethings, several… golems!’ “Behind me!” he barked at his women.

Ashley and Kiara followed that command to the letter, parking their short frames squarely in his shadow. Janette did retreat to his periphery, throwing the light crystal to Kiara, then assuming a ready stance. “I will intervene only when I see a clear opening,” the judo master stated. “Fight as you normally would.”

“...Alright,” Alex agreed.

Three golems stepped out into the light. They were of the same make as the one he had encountered in the entering area of the buried city. An individual golem, he would have confidently taken on, but three? This was a type of combat he had not yet dealt with.

The three guardian constructs were armed with shortswords. That was good news for Alex. They were in the courtyard between buildings, giving the man of the island the space necessary to swing his massive sword around. As long as he kept that up, he could play the reach game.

Once they got in close, however, he would have a problem.

“No shot that you three are the kind that can talk, are you?” Alex asked, holding the Cataclysmic Greatsword at the ready. His answer was silence. The trio of golems were running their own approach protocols. “Figured.”

The only way through was forwards.

Alex lunged forwards. A singular stride of his titanic legs was enough to get the golems in swinging distance. The wide, arcing slash went up from the height of his knee and stopped in the midriff of one of the three golem. The creature was pulled along the motion, the explosive strength pulling it off its feet.

Roaring, the man of the island continued to add strength to the motion. The first golem slammed into the second. The impossible fusion of stone and wooden creaked and cracked. Feet slammed into the ground.

Alex clenched his teeth, but all the same his sword came to a sudden still. Two golems were just too heavy, their combined strength kept pace with his, and further aggression was made impossible.

The third golem emotionlessly charged at Alex. Sword raised, he went for a stab. Though naked, Alex was not defenceless. He trusted in the magic, the titanic heritage that had given him so many boons. The sword stabbed at his shoulder. Its tip stopped against a scale of stone that had spontaneously appeared there.

Alex released the grip of his sword with one hand. Flesh and bone slammed into the side of the golem’s head, sending rock and wood flying. Immediately, Alex retreated the step he had lunged.

Both sides of the conflict were recovering their posture. Alex would have loved to just mindlessly go on the offensive there, but that shield required time to recover - time he was unlikely to have. His Stoneskin was spent. What he had gotten for it was enormous damage to one of the three golems. Still, they had the number’s advantage.

‘I just need more power,’ the mongrel thought. ‘And I will have it!’ His thoughts twisted into a twin helix, instinct and reason intertwining. The power pierced into his soul and veins, summoning forth power from a wellspring of supernatural might.

His already prestigious muscles bulked subtly. Elevated in his strength by the mana, Alex repeated exactly what he had done before. The golems, being mechanisms, reacted in the exact same way.

This time, the Cataclysmic Greatsword’s stone edge cut through the first golem cleanly. The damaged midriff was undone and the weapon kept on parting the air. It did not stop at or in the side of the second golem. The empowered strike took the torso off the second golem in the same swing.

The third golem was charging. It was predictable down to the place it aimed. Alex let go of his sword, letting it fly to the ground in a loud clatter of stone against stone. His hands instead gripped the arm of the last remaining golem just before its blade could connect with his shoulder.

“Only my women get to rake my skin,” Alex declared and whirled around his own axis. The construct of stone and hardwood was heavy, yet he was beyond strong. After gathering the momentum, he launched the creature across the underground plaza. It landed at the edge of the circle of light the crystal created, beyond the broken bodies of the now dead duo of initial golems.

It rose mechanically. Alex picked up his sword.

‘One more strike ought to finish this,’ he thought.

There was no need to hesitate. Nothing was in the golem’s favour anymore. All Alex had to do was bridge the distance. Too fast for his opponent to even react, he rammed the tip of his sword into the golem’s chest.

He did not stop there. His charge continued, only stopped when the back of the golem hit a wall. The enormous weapon slipped further into, then through the humanoid construct, nailing the creature against the wall. Alex left it like that, stepping around his sword to wrestle the armament from the golem’s hand. He rammed it into the golem’s head. After a few final spasms, activity within the animated being ended.

Alex pulled the sword out of the wall with one hand and turned around. “Fuck me…” Kiara muttered under her breath.

“You already got that earlier!” Ashley protested.

Janette didn’t say a single word. With no more threat around, she had exchanged the combat pose for one of sexual submission. She was on her knees, mouth wide open, tongue out.

Victory got the tomboys going and it did the same for their Master. All the excitement of combat was now channelled into other places. Pumping blood rushed to his manhood. It surged to its full size as he walked towards Janette. The ground trembled when he planted the sword next to the offering cocksleeve.

He grabbed Janette’s antlers with both hands. Her tongue dragged up his shaft as he pulled her towards the tip of his rigid manhood. Past that, all she did was prepare herself for the roughness to come.

And it was rough. With a deep grunt, Alex sheathed himself in her throat, stuffing all of his manhood in the comfort hole with the minimum concern for her. Eyelids fluttering, she did everything but mind the treatment.

Keeping her steady, he pumped in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. The cave was filled with her muffled moans, the slapping of his balls against her chin, and the whimpering of the two shorties watching it all. They had enough awareness of their purpose in that situation to spread out and check the nearby houses and corridors for anything else. It was partly their duty and partly a way to keep themselves from wildly masturbating while Alex enjoyed his victory rush.

Janette was his receptive cock glove. Hands folded behind her back, she concentrated all she was on being the wettest, warmest, readiest hole for him to stuff. She may not have been particularly masochistic, but something about getting her face fucked set the dryad off. Repeated climaxes made her brows tremble.

“Good girl!” Alex grunted and thrust forwards one last time. Pinning her face against his crotch, he just unloaded down her throat. The only sensation that could have been more triumphant would have been to impregnate her right then and there.

His orgasm faded slowly, the pulsing of his shaft continuing until he escaped the greedy suction of her mouth. Janette breathed heavily, a gooey smile on her face. They enjoyed the aftershocks together, his cock resting on her face, the tip dribbling the final drops into her short hair.

“Hey, guys, if you’re done being pervy, I found stuff!” Kiara shouted. “I think the golems were protecting this!”

A parting kiss to his testicles later, Janette stood up. Sword resting on his shoulder, Alex followed the swing of her hips and the jiggle of her breasts. They had grown from small to medium to large during their time on the island. Quite the impressive development. Alex wasn’t sure if he wanted it to continue or not.

They found Kiara and Ashley in a large room that, assumedly, had been a store once. The stretches of shelves and counter by a wall suggested as much. The dwarf gestured them towards the back of the room, where a busted door failed to bar access to some kind of storage.

Most of the merchandise must have been looted in the closing days of this civilization. Metal and leather scraps covered the ground, the former too rusted to still be usable. There were signs of disarray in the little furniture that did remain.

“Whoever picked this place clean probably had a way to disable the golems,” Kiara theorized. “And then they were left activated and we came in here however many years later.”

“Could be,” Alex agreed and began to look around.

There was some stuff still on the shelves. Leather backpacks lined the shelves that had, courtesy of the moisture in the air, turned completely useless by the gnawing teeth of time. It was apparent they had once been made with skilled hand. If they could find one that wasn’t ruined, it would be useful. Containers always made life easier.

They moved all the way to the back, finding nothing. Alex was about ready to give up, when Ashley tugged on the seat of a bench. It lifted a bit. “It’s one of those… you know… hollow ones,” the petite Asian said, while trying to fold it up.

Amused, Alex grabbed the edge with one hand and effortlessly moved it. The scent of fresh leather hit them all. One singular backpack had survived the ages in the isolated air of that bench. Alex took it out and inspected it.

From the outside, it was nothing special. Well, to a man of modernity a backpack fashioned entirely from animal skin rather than varieties of plastic was something special, but beyond that there was nothing about it that seemed off.

Once he raised the latch and looked inside, however, things got… confusing.

Alex had seen depictions of spaces that were bigger on the inside in various TV shows before. He had seen fae shenanigans, demons, elemental magic, and dancing eldritch abominations in recent days. Despite all of that, seeing a backpack that had about five times the volume that its dimensions allowed was confounding.

He put his hand into the space. Just moving past the upper rim was… weird. The air inside felt different, moved slower. Even weirder was brushing against the inside wall. The corresponding bulge on the outside travelled way slower than his hand moved.

“Very confusing,” he said and handed it to the women to inspect.

They did so, Ashley first, then Kiara, then Janette. While the latter two did it, Alex was also treated to another round of submissive fellatio. Ashley was getting quite good at using her little mouth to her advantage. Alex loved the rush of being entirely sheathed in a woman’s throat, but the quickest way to get him off was to apply dextrous tongues to the tip of his cock. The mousey Asian had the hang of that.

“Kiara, you hold onto the backpack for now,” Alex decided, once he was a load light.

“Roger that,” the Irish dwarf said. The backpack looked a bit funny on her, even after the straps had been adjusted. It was definitely designed for a normal person and she was just… so short.

‘It would look even worse on me,’ Alex thought. ‘It’d be like an adult putting a kid’s backpack.’

“One more thing found that makes life a little easier,” Ashley said. “Oh, this is exciting! Wonder what’s next?”