Tomboy Island

The bright red of Jane’s hair directed his attention to her. “If we ever show you movies, I will complain immensely about it,” she said, underlining her words with the gesture of drawing back an imagined bow. “Directors like to pretend you can just hold a bowstring back indefinitely.”

“There are many things that cannot be held back indefinitely,” Amethyst poured. “A river, the tide, Master’s desire…”

The trailing tone caused Jane to turn Alex’s way. She was immediately face to face with his cock. Gone were the early days of training her and rising were the halcyon days of his friend becoming a seasoned sex slave. Her mouth hung open, her body language immediately changed. Relaxed chatting was forgotten, only receiving his cock mattered.

Eyes opened wide, elven ears perked up, and a deep groan echoed in her throat. She was struggling to take in the whole of his manhood, but she was learning. What had started with only mild submissive tendencies had now blossomed into a certain love of being beneath him. While his fingers disappeared in the crimson mess of her hair, all she could do was moan.

“All the way to the base, good girl…” Alex grunted, keeping her pinned right there. “You wouldn’t want to lag behind the others in being a good comfort hole for me, right?”

Jane shook her head as much as the grip of his hands allowed her to. Twitches ran through her body, the unwanted kind. Alex gave and dragged her up his length until she could take measured breaths through her nose. Once she had suppressed rising coughs, he thrust back deep into her throat.

His cum hadn’t yet worked the necessary magic on her to make her throat orgasmic. All the same, Jane moaned loudly. Elves truly were cocksleeves and this one was ever revelling in the act of being trained as one.

Amethyst similarly indulged in watching him train one of his women. “Master…!” she swooned, fingers pumping in and out of her cunt at rapid speed. Leaning against the wooden wall, legs submerged in the hot water, the slime masturbated feverishly to the sight of the man of the island ravishing her fellow female.

The oral training session went on for a couple of minutes. By the time his partial Incubus nature got done with all of them, his women all would offer their throats as eagerly as they did their cunts. Once he had familiarised her deeper with the girth of his cock, he did switch to that other hole though.

He fucked Jane standing, making her bounce in front of him. Her tight little pussy was exactly what he needed, hot and tight. When he was ready to blow his load, he put her down and finished in her mouth. He had her present the load before swallowing. Drinking his cum triggered one more climax and it left the nerves of her throat permanently altered, drifting further towards that orgasmic comfort hole he knew she could be.

With barely a word spoken, he switched to Amethyst, taking her in old, reliable missionary. Pounding her proverbial brains out was easy. The slime tomboy was made for his cock and had already worked herself up into a wanton frenzy. Just penetrating her the first time already had her squirting.

Flat breasts pressed against his back. He did not have to turn his head to know who it was. Sara was too respectful to beg for an extra round in the orgy like this. Plus, that desperate panting could only belong to one of his sex slaves. As a wolf woman, Niara had a particularly animalistic way of exhaling when she was in heat.

The Kenyan cumdump watched over his shoulder, cumming twice from her own fingers while he kept Amethyst in a chain of orgasms that only ended after he had pumped a load into her as well. Watching the enormous load pool inside her semi-translucent body was, as always, a special kind of visual reward.

As was ploughing Niara from behind right after. The wolf tomboy let out lewd, laughing moans while she licked the seed out of Amethyst’s pussy. The laps were sloppy. Niara was too busy going cross-eyed from her own fill of her ‘Master time’. Pheromonal sweetness in the room only increased with every orgasm that set loose more of that sweet oxytocin.

Satisfying an entire harem was hard work, but it was so worth it. A multi-orgasmic harem was a happy harem, in which none would claim they were getting neglected. Physical and spiritual fulfilment were closely interlinked when it came to romance. All were getting along because they were all forged together on the anvil of lust and beneath the hammer of his pistoning cock.

Alex released another load deep inside Niara. Her bubble butt was compressed by his pressing hips until her spasming folds milked the final drop out of him. Then, it sprung back into its athletic roundness. The ebony ass got a nice swat in parting. His cum stood out nicely against her dark skin, then Jane was there to lick it up like the cum-hungry submissive she was.

“Aaaahhh… Master… Masterrrrrrrr!”

The wanton cries directed his gaze over to Charlotte. The French woman was taking a page out of Evelyn’s book, enticing her Master by proudly masturbating to the sight of him domming other women. There was a stark difference, however, in the character of their presentation. Being made to wait for this long did things to a sex slave's mind, even one as bratty as Charlotte could be.

“Oh fuck, Master, watching you is so hot!” she gasped. “My little pussy remembers your cock so well, my fingers just can’t compare!” Fingers rubbed the button atop her lower lips ceaselessly. Every time she twitched from the pleasure, the shallow waters around her bubble butt rippled. “I keep fingering myself and it’s just not enough!”

Alex stood in the knee-deep water, observing her with a dark, enigmatic gaze. Just his stare was enough to make her voice rise into an even higher pitch. Her fluffy fox tail wagged gently, flopping against the wooden wall behind her.

“Watch me, if that pleases you, you big perverted Master!” Even in the throes of ecstasy, she managed to be cheeky. Pawing at her moderately sized breasts, she added a little bit more stimulation to an already intense masturbation session. Her hips bucked against her own fingers, seeking something she could not have by herself. “Master!” she cried out his title in veneration. “Oh, Master… just being watched by you is better than anything I had before this island. I just…. Aaah!”

A sudden, powerful orgasm made her back arch, shoulders pressed against the wall. Even while her quim twitched beneath her fingers, she kept pleasuring herself. Her green eyes were locked entirely on him, taking inspiration for every second of self-pleasure from his chiselled form.

Alex enjoyed the view too much to walk over immediately, but his throbbing erection demanded attention. Another sex slave in his periphery caught his attention for long enough for him to call out her name. “Ashley, come here.”

“Y-y-yes, Master!” the mousey Asian obeyed, half-swimming through water that he could walk through. The difference in their size was only made further apparent when he picked her up effortlessly and nailed her down on his cock. All thoughts immediately vanished behind those blue eyes, replaced with the bliss of total, willing surrender. Her smooth, slender legs wrapped around his hips, her arms held onto his neck, all while he held her by the waist with both of his massive hands.

“Fuck yes, use that sex slave as your cocksleeve,” Charlotte encouraged. Her fingers slowed, matching the rhythm at which he raised and dropped the little cumdump. Despite the diminished pace, her enjoyment overall clearly spiked. She was panting constantly now. “Master, I wish that was me,” she loudly whispered.

Alex still said nothing, leaving her in suspense. Even while he used Ashley as his private fuckhole, he kept drinking in Charlotte’s solo scene. She was such a delicious sight. The blue markings of her most recent transformations, prominent on her arms and neck, harmonized perfectly with the azure of the womb tattoo he had given her. Though the colour of the markings were the same, the skin beneath was of two different shades.

All this time spent on this island and her swimsuit tan had not changed in the slightest. The unworn article of clothing remained as a negative against her limbs and head. The mediterranean French blood had her tan deeply, yet her base was so pale, casting a most delicious contrast. Her pussy was a swollen, pink slit in the centre of a narrow, pale strip between brown thighs.

“I would love to suck that cock,” Charlotte kept voicing her veneration. The hand that had worked her left tit moved up, gripping an imagined shaft. Her tongue played around the fantasised head. Index and middle finger continued to work her clit. “Whatever hole you want, you get, Master. This bratty vixen is just your slut now. I can’t spend ten minutes without thinking about your cock!”

Alex grunted. The constant dirty talk and Ashley’s snug cunt had him approach another climax rapidly. “Charlotte?”

“Yes, Master?!” she cried out, so happy to have gotten his attention.

“Cum for me.”

The command put a lustful clarity on her features. The tomboy was frozen in place, her fingers stopping, as to not paint over the greater pleasure of his voice. Panting, twitching, she sat almost relaxed while her core muscles twitched beneath her flat stomach. Without warning, pussy juices squirted from her cunt in an explosion of bliss.

[Charlotte 1 Masturbation]

The view was the final stimulation Alex needed. Cum surged up into Ashley, who threw her head back in a silent scream. “That’s right!” Charlotte cried out for the dumbfucked cocksleeve. “I would say empty your balls inside her, but we both know you can’t do that, right, Master? You’re way too hot and virile to ever run… mhhhhmmm dry!” Another gush of pussy juice gushed from Charlotte’s needy pussy. “You’re our Master, the one guy to breed us all, probably in the same night! Fuck, being in your harem is so hot! All of the advantage of seeing other women get pounded without any of the drawbacks of sharing, because you’re just that fucking insatiable!”

Alex’s balls kept tightening as she showered him with compliments. It was a short eternity, ending as all things had to. Ashley just giggled when he lifted her up, then moaned when he left it to the other haremettes to clean her up.

He had business with the French vixen.

A smirk on her lips, Charlotte watched his approach. Her body was still humming from the commanded orgasm. Gears turned inside her head, her bratty spirit visibly reviving now that she had his attention. She didn’t move from her spot against the wall, making her Master come to her. She even dared cross her legs, barring him view of the hole that belonged to him by every right.

“Finally ready to fuck a woman with a bit more curves?” she asked, her voice husky with desire and a hint of condescension. “Ashley is cute and all that, but you need a bit more to hold onto, don’t you?”

Alex stopped, towering above her. “You’re almost as small compared to me.” He grabbed her athletic midriff, dragging her slightly towards him. Though he could not see her pussy, he could very well see how her hand disappeared between her shapely thighs. Even now, she was still fingering herself.

“Psh, we both know there’s a massive difference between me and Ashley. She’s-”

Smack!

The man of the island stopped Charlotte mid bratty delivery. Her face lightly turned from the reprimanding slap she had just received. It hadn’t been hard enough to even leave a mark. “You’re overstepping,” he warned her, his voice not filled with the enigmatic darkness of a playing dom but the sincere criticism of a harem’s owner.

“Sorry,” Charlotte muttered. “I won’t do more put downs…”

“Good.” Gently, he cupped her chin, making her green eyes focus on him again. She was properly embarrassed now that he had pulled her out of the heat of the moment. Teasing him was perfectly fine, even teasing her fellow women was decent, but he would not tolerate one of his haremettes calling another less sexy. In their whole packages, all of his tomboys were perfect. “Let’s continue.”

Alex reached down, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her fingers away from her puffy cunt. Firm and possessive, he pinned her wrist against the wall, above her head. Charlotte gasped, a sharp intake of air that was half surprise, half pure delight. “Gettin’ straight to it, are we?” she slurred, returned to her bratty state. “You just can’t go five minutes without being inside some hole.”

Her arm tugged at his hand. A token resistance that mounted to an almost earnest one. The French swimmer was clearly turned on by her inability to even compete with his overwhelming strength.

Effortlessly, he spun her around. He bent over her, pressing her back against his chest. His erection, still as hard as the core of a mighty oak, nestled between the swell of her ass cheeks.

“You’re such a brute, dude,” she taunted, pressing her bubble butt back against him. “You’re just going to manhandle a poor, defenceless vixen? I thought Masters were supposed to be creative, not just cavemen with big dicks.”

His growl sent a deep vibration through his chest that Charlotte’s entire body resonated with. The annoyed sound alone had the vixen suddenly break out into a renewed panting. His engorged head pressed against her ready folds. She would be rutted like the canine she was.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” she tried to spit out those words, but they came out more like a mesmerized plea. “Scared you’ll prove yourself a quickshot? I hear you have to be careful with sluts that know what they’re doing.”

A sudden idea surfaced in Alex’s mind. It was a bit of a scary one, but he trusted himself enough to execute it properly. “You want to do something dangerous, my water fox?” As he asked, he entered her slowly. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, he forced her to feel every thick inch as he stretched her inner walls.

Charlotte found herself unable to answer. Her head tilted back, pressing into the depression between chest and shoulder. The teasing died on her lips, all faked confidence crumbling under the sheer physical reality of getting filled. “F-fuck…” she stuttered.

“I asked you a question,” Alex grunted, halfway into her. He stopped, the promise of more cock hanging in the air. “You want dangerous?”

A whine escaped the brat, high and needy. “Yes… fuck yes!” she cried out, fully revealing the private slut she was on the inside. “Stop teasing and use me already, dude! You’re my Master, just do things to me!”

“I reiterate that this will be risky,” he whispered. “If you want to stop at any moment, do whatever you need to to get my attention.”

Excitement and confusion mingled on Charlotte’s face, the latter emotion growing when he suddenly pulled out of her. Before she could formulate a proper insult at being left empty, Alex picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

He smacked the double spheres that formed the bottom of her pear-shaped figure, making her yelp with delight. “Take a deep breath,” he warned her.

“Oh… fuck that is hot!” Charlotte finally got what he was planning, just as he stepped over the edge of the shallow outer rim.

Alex plunged down, the hot water enveloping him all the way to the midriff. Holding her breath, Charlotte was tossed off his shoulders. Water loudly splashed, gathering the attention of everyone. The vixen did not come up again, she was not allowed to. Alex had grabbed her head, guiding her towards his crotch as he took a seat on the edge of the shallows.

The disturbed surface of the water allowed only a distorted view of Charlotte below the surface. She positioned herself expertly, the liquid realm had been her second nature even before she had turned into a water-infused fox woman. Following his guidance, she pressed her soft, pink lips against his cock. They parted in pace with his advance, maintaining a tight seal as he filled her up.

Cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. The very tip of her fox ears just barely breached the water, an adorable little detail while he stuffed her throat. Her tongue, the clever tongue of a vixen, worked every centimetre of him as he glided in and then out.

Alex restrained his usual roughness for the moment. “Not right now,” he deterred Sofia and Yahui, who had approached to massage his back and get a better look at it all. He could not have distractions, not when he was doing something this dangerous for the first time.

The usual asphyxiation associated with deepthroating was made absolute by the surrounding water. Dragging Charlotte back and forth in a controlled, inexorable rhythm, he kept everything nice and predictable for her. The water provided a unique resistance to every motion. Much as he enjoyed that, he was also paying very close attention to his hands on her thighs. Any sudden clenching and he would drag her back up.

Even without a signal given, he pulled her by the hair when he felt like he had to - erring on the side of caution.

Charlotte broke the surface. A sharp, gasping inhalation made her chest heave. Water streamed down her face, plastering her brown hair to her skin and over the shaved sides. She coughed and sputtered, her body trembling… but it wasn’t from the lack of air. Her eyelids fluttered. An animalistic lust was on her face, her pearly white teeth and sharp canines revealed as she begged. She was vibrating from the intensity of her delight.

“Do it… again…!”

[Charlotte 2 - Underwater BJ Aftermath]

“Breathe,” Alex ordered her. She took a trembling inhale, whining lustfully when following even this command sent a pre-orgasmic pulse through her.

Firm of hand, he pushed her back beneath the waterline. A loud groan tore from his lips when he was back in her throat. He was a little harsher on her that time, a little more confident she could take this. She was an Olympic swimmer, not to mention a monster girl blessed by the very element she was enveloped by. He trusted in her lung capacity. All the same, he continued to be careful.

After one or two minutes of using her face as his cocksleeve, he pulled her back up again. Despite the longer time, her breathing seemed more even than before. “Not even a challenge!” she panted. “Longer! Rougher! Please, Master!”

Alex could not lie, he was slightly concerned for her safety. Submissives could get a bit too drunk on endorphins to know what was good for them, he was aware of that. Seeing her practically untaxed state, however, he was willing to do as she asked.

Practically slamming her back under the water, he impaled her throat on his cock. The other women around moaned in awe at Charlotte’s bravery. Not a single syllable of doubt was uttered, reflecting both the universal perversion of his tomboys and their trust in him as their dom.

The more his concern melted away, the more he could focus on the rush of this power. Having absolute control over her breathing was intoxicating. Fuelled by his sadism, his sensitivity spiked. It was almost enough to make him climax while he kept her under. Almost.

He did not know exactly how many minutes it was. All he could say with certainty was that it was longer, notably longer, than that second time. The hot walls of her throat felt like a tight extension of the bath, like she was just a cleaning instrument he used to thoroughly scrub his cock.

When he finally pulled her back up, she was conscious but unresponsive, twitching as she hung suspended in the water from his powerful grasp.

Too close to release and filled to the brim with base male instinct, he dragged Charlotte back into the shallows. He put her on her back, her head kept over the water line courtesy of the pillow of Sofia’s thighs. The second of his sex slaves was almost drooling, staring slack-jawed at the hyper-aroused state of the vixen.

Unceremoniously, Alex entered her. It only took the touch of his head on her twitching pussy for her lips to part wide into a scream. Just a quarter into her and she was already squirting, the built-up arousal exploding into a fountain of pussy juice that only intensified as he stretched the entirety of her velvety tunnel.

It was hard to move, the tight entrance gripping him hard, but he did it all the same. He was already at the edge. All he could think about was pounding her hard and fast. Charlotte tossed and turned, all while her spasming legs managed to wrap around him. Her heels pressed into his back, making every retreat a fight and every penetration a rough and hard descent.

The entirety of the bath was in a masturbation frenzy, trying to match Alex’s blurring pace. Even Sofia, especially Sofia, was finger-banging herself, eyes dashing between her Master’s moving form, Charlotte’s jiggling tits, and the vixen’s ecstatic expression. The French sex slave just kept on screaming, mindless climax after mindless climax keeping her in a savage state of rolling eyes and gushing juices.

With a final, deep thrust, Alex unloaded inside her. The rush of cum was sudden, every jet a powerful stream of white that painted her insides. He roared, his own primal needs taking control of his vocal cords. The gathered tomboys came to the sight, joining their voices with his into a chorus of debauchery. All of it was led by Charlotte, who managed one last scream while her back arched.

Tights folds kept clenching along his length. Semen kept rushing up his shaft, pumping into her insides. It was an absurdly large load, even by his standards. Every time it felt like it was diminishing, he found another jet of thick seed to mark her with.

The all-consuming pinnacle of ecstasy slowly receded, leaving behind a quiet, thrumming peace. His roar died. The powerful, rhythmic clenching of her inner walls softened to a gentle, milking pulse. The last of his drops were coaxed out of him.

Averting collapse, he pulled out of her. The primal need was still pulsing within him, but it was temporarily controlled so he could take in the sight of Charlotte in her blissed-out devastation. Only aftershocks kept her animated. His cum began to ooze from her pussy, a sight as satisfying as ever.

[Charlotte 3 - Aftermath]

Immediately after, Alex moved onto the remaining members of his harem that were yet to receive their fair share of attention. Sofia was right there, eagerly moaning as he pinned her down and drained yet more of his savage lust into her eager cunt.

Yahui followed immediately after, getting rutted into doggy style next to Charlotte’s still spasming form. The Chinese woman ended up with her own cunt full of seed.

The final engagement of the night was a threesome with Astrid and Kiara. He fucked the shortstack’s tits and Astrid’s face, back and forth, until he had them both too needy to wait anymore. At that point, he stacked one on the other and did to their pussies as he had done to their alternative sources of pleasure. One, then the other, he filled them both up.

After all of that, he had just enough energy left to give himself a quick scrubbing. He had soaked more than enough that any dirt of the day easily came off. While he cleaned himself in earnest, his haremettes did the same, then trickled out of the bath one after another. Alex was the last to shamble into the bedroom, quiet except for the tranquil breathing of his women.

He joined them in the land of dreams immediately.