Tomboy Island

Alex deepened a forming habit and just walked about his tree. Though two weeks wasn’t exactly a long time for any relationship to exist, it was long enough that certain habits and patterns were beginning to crystallize. One of them was that his harem was getting along so incredibly well internally that he rarely had to be the one to initiate any kind of social event. By now, even the women that hadn’t known each other before all of this had bonded over shared experience. This included the orgies, of course, but also the multitude of unseen things the tomboys did while Alex was away.

He came across Ashley first. Halfway through opening his mouth, he noticed that she was bent over their books. The diary, the religious text, and the singular page from the library were all put in front of her. She muttered syllables, only to shake her head. “Nope, makes no sense… got no clue what sound any of these are supposed to make…”

She scratched the back of her head and kept reading all the same. Deciphering a language was a hard task at the best of time. She had to do it without any paper of her own to even make notes on. All the same, she tried.

Alex left her to it.

Next he stumbled over Janette. It was a similar story with her. Rather than parchment, the dryad was bent over the Woodstone Seed they had found in the buried city. She had placed it in a mould she had made out of clay and was too busy checking on its growth to even realize that Alex was watching her. After taking in the beauty of the working woman for a bit, he moved on.

‘They are all doing their best,’ Alex thought. ‘I love that about them.’

Alex knew he was doing the most important work among all of them. Exploring the wild and bringing back knowledge and resources, that was his duty as the man of the island. They honoured him plenty with their actions, pulling their weight in his absence in their individual ways. Because they had taken to hunting, he didn’t have to worry about food as he explored, as just one example of how they worked around the tree.

“Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” He heard Yahui ask.

The Chinese woman’s voice gave him a direction to wander. It wasn’t like he was about to enter a private conversation. She and her conversation partners were sitting in one of the open areas of the tree, a sort of lounge that connected the various, more private rooms.

“I think it’s barely adequate,” Tess responded. “Three times a day would be proper.”

“Preach it, sister,” Evelyn agreed. She was using every word of that sentence unironically.

The trio heard him coming. Despite his size, Alex felt like he could be fairly stealthy when he wanted to. When he didn’t try… well, he had big feet and the floor was smooth wood.

“Master, perfect timing.” Tess stood up, gesturing for him to take the seat she had just been in. Guessing what would come next, Alex eagerly plopped down.

The bench made of interwoven plant fibres, like all of its kind around the tree, provided excellent back support. More importantly, its grown cushions of cotton-like material did not end where he sat. Tess got her very own kneepads to rest on as she positioned herself between his legs. Pale fingers wrapped around his cock, rousing the slumbering manhood to hardness with a couple of pumps. As soon as he was halfway erect, her hand was replaced with her tits. Alex groaned approvingly as he felt himself disappear between her huge boobs. Few things beat the sensation of getting worshipped by jiggling tits.

“We were just… mhm… talking about rituals to observe your divinity.” The gothic woman spoke in a dry yet lustful tone. Halo above her head and silver eyes aglow, she appeared to have all the credentials for the topic she broached.

All the same, Alex had to ask. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You focus on what you’re doing,” Evelyn chimed in before Tess could moan another word. The angelic goth nodded, staying attentive enough to listen while enjoying the heat between her highly sensitive breasts. “It’s a continuation of the talk from yesterday. You said you were made to be our provider, the man that lives for our needs.”

“I also said the ‘Master’ as ‘God’ stuff is a bit crazy,” Alex reminded.

“Growing pains,” Evelyn said with a dismissive gesture. “You’re just not used to it yet.”

Yahui chuckled behind an elegantly raised hand. “Telling your God that he’s just too humble to accept what he is. What an amusing concept.” The snake-scaled woman locked eyes with him. “We talked about the outlook you gave yesterday, Tess broached the idea of making a proper ‘Cult of Master’, then we got to talk about rituals involved in such.”

“Obviously it begins with your sex slaves training themselves to associate your very existence with pleasure,” Evelyn said in a haughty, yet casual, tone. “Masturbation, at a set time every day, around an hour before you usually come back from your exploration. Your name on our lips, your body in our minds, your smile in our hearts.”

“Conditioning ourselves,” Tess gasped. “We were thinking the ritual should take about 10… mhmmminutes… no orgasm, of course.”

“Does that even need mention?” Evelyn asked. “Obviously we do not cum without his permission.”

“As you can hear, they’re a bit crazy about it all,” Yahui remarked. “I would have said that simply orgasming once, however slow or quick that happens, would be enough for the ritual.”

‘Oh… fuck…’ Alex held his reaction in his mind. The dom inside him, not to mention the sizeable quantity of awakened incubus blood, was absolutely loving everything he was hearing at the moment. The traces of angelic lineage he had managed to stir also weren’t against this. This was an Old Testament sort of arrangement and certainly broke the mould of monogamy. Alas, the adage pulsing in his mind was ‘Be fruitful and multiply’. The only restricting condition he could feel in his blood and own morality was ‘with enthusiastic consent’.

“He likes this conversation.” Tess’ velvet purr was like a church organ playing a joyful tune, the sarcastic tone natural to her voice overpowered by gleeful reverence. “Oh, Master… you’re so hard and needy. Use me to spread your seed, my saviour.”

“Fuck…” this time Alex could not hold back his tone. The renewed use of his title as a replacement for ‘God’ in their vocabulary was so sinfully alluring, it broke down the barrier instantly. Cum surged from the tip of his shaft, erupting from her cleavage in powerful spurts, covering her face and tits in the abundant quantity of the thick white fluid.

Tess eagerly received this ‘blessing’, her tongue outstretched to taste him. It only took a taste of his seed to push her over the edge as well. Spasming, she kneaded her breasts in arrhythmic intervals, prolonging his orgasm until he had no drop left to give.

“It seems we have approval of our Lord and Master,” Evelyn declared.

“Perhaps,” Yahui gave the cautioning opinion again. That this cautioning opinion was not denial of his divinity but merely putting the brakes on how fetishistic it all got only made this hotter and more worrisome. “I remind that he said that he thinks this is a bit crazy. What do you think about this ‘Cult of Master’ idea, Alex?”

He had to choose his words carefully. The drawback of being the man of the island was the weight of his opinion, especially for those who were already convinced that God and Dom were synonyms. “I think… it is a very nice idea…”

Evelyn perked up, all but literally glowing at his confirmation. Tess preened with a little less movement, dutifully continuing her tit job now that her own climax had faded. Yahui observed the scene with a curious and not even slightly worried expression.

“Then–” the dragon tomboy began.

“...however,” Alex gently interrupted her. “I said that I’m happy to be whatever you, the harem, want me to be. If you all want me to be your religious idol, then I will try to – no, I will become that.” The certainty in his voice made the women swoon. Only success came from it when Alex spoke like that. “When I mean all, I mean all. I like the idea, I find it incredibly arousing, but I will not enforce it from the top down. If you want this Cult of Master to exist, you’ll have to get everyone onboard with its establishment and every future tenet you want to bring to me.”

“Oh, that is perrrrrrfect,” Evelyn purred. “You want me to convince your harem of willing sex slaves to submit to you further and further? To have us beg you for the final word after we have decided amongst ourselves how we can better serve you?”

The bronze-scaled Olympian crawled over, straddling his lap as soon as she arrived. A low rumble reverberated in Alex’s chest, while Tess guided his cock into Evelyn’s descending womanhood. She gripped him tight, hot, and dripping wet.

“Ahhh, yes!” the dark-skinned brunette moaned out her delight. “Master, Alex, yes! That is brilliant!” Her voice rose to a shout, proudly declaring her pleasure as she rode his cock. Further words got stuck in her throat, replaced by the sharp cry of her first climax. The idea presented alone had put her right at the edge.

“What need do you have to organise your Cult?” He could not see Tess, but he very well felt her caress on his inner thigh, her red lips on his sack, heavy with cum. “We will do exactly as you suggest, Master. Your harem will debate amongst itself, bring to you the new depth of submission that we are comfortable with, and have it signed into divine law by your voice and providence. Magnificent, truly magnificent.”

Evelyn resumed moving a second later and Tess was too absorbed in worshipping him with her tongue to sing his praises. “I’ve got to say, I agree with them.” Yahui had slithered behind him silently, all to hug his head from behind. Her recently swelled breasts served as well-cushioned rest as she played with his hair. “That is a nice compromise.”

“It could end at the first hurdle.” Alex’s suggestion was only met with laughter, graceful and moaned. He did not take it seriously himself.

When it came to the establishment of this Cult of Master, he could not see anyone who would be earnestly opposed. Besides Evelyn and Tess, he had no doubt that Sofia, Selana and Amethyst would support its immediate establishment and proselytise to that end. Once they agreed he was their divine icon, matters would naturally cascade. The term ‘Master’ being a stand-in for ‘God’ would be more than a hot verbal tic, it would hold actual weight. Each tenet they brought and he approved would be another bit of freedom they willingly signed away – and that was the most important part for Alex.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing he found more arousing than enthusiastic submission. To know that it wasn’t coercion that had them in shackles, physical or mental, but an individual, continuous choice made everything that much better.

The fantasy played out in his head as he grabbed Evelyn by the waist. Days, weeks, months and years would pass, as they begged him for the approval of more and more tenets. He would oblige what he liked, deny what he thought was too much, modify, with their approval, what needed modification, and bit for bit they would shape the perfect household for themselves. They would make each other think of what they wanted and how to get it. They would take the task of exploring the boundaries out of his hands. They would do as tomboys did, getting straight to the point once they had made their decisions.

Not only did he have a harem of nubile tomboys, he had a harem of nubile, submissive tomboys that wanted to train itself to be ever more subservient.

How good could life get?

Evelyn screamed as he thrust up into her. He held her in place, the fantasy giving his repeated motions that much more urgency. Grabbing his shoulder for stability, teeth clenching, she grinned ear to ear and circled her hips. “Use me, Master!” she pressed out. “Use your… cumdump!”

He accelerated further and further, until his hips were a blur. The sound of their union was a series of harsh claps, echoing in the corridors. Evelyn’s eyes rolled up, orgasm after orgasm running through her. She lost the ability to speak. She lost most of her ability to remain upright. She was thrown side to side by the force of the impact. Her large breasts jiggled about wildly.

“I’m just waiting for my turn,” Yahui whispered in his ear. “I hope you will pick me next, if it pleases you, Master.”

That proved too much. With a final thrust and a final pull, he sheathed himself fully inside Evelyn. Tess was right back to kissing his testicles, her lips present as they tightened. Evelyn drooled, her tongue hanging out, her hourglass curves tensing and relaxing to the rhythm of his cum pumping into her. “Mashaaahhrrrrr,” she slurred out the only word that mattered to her.

“Good girl,” Alex groaned, riding out his climax. “Yahui, you’re next.”

“I love it when I get what I ask for,” the gymnast cooed.

When he finally got off that bench, half an hour later, he left behind two passed out tomboys, dripping cum from gaping cunts.

“I’ll be interested to hear what you managed by tonight,” he said, then picked Yahui up with one of his brawny arms. He had gone a little lighter on her since he would need her to be able to walk. ‘Hopefully that’ll come back to her in a few minutes.’

Spoiler

[This is a fairly defining decision, since it further widens the gulf in the hierarchy, Alex being on top and all of that.

Before we get to voting, I will say that I would never allow such a formal development to stop the girls with attitude from sassing him or anything like that. They won't ever treat him as infallible, no matter how actually 'culty' it gets he is still their man first, their 'God' second.

I don't enjoy writing mindless obedience, especially not in my tomboy story.

So you may vote with this in mind.]

Voting closed - 12 voters

[I'll combine the top 2: Alex endorses the setting up of such a cult, but he does not want this to come top down. Evelyn and Tess will be proselytizing among the haremettes to push this as far as they can.

How would you like to do this mechanically?]

Voting closed - 9 voters

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