Tomboy Island

The duo scrambled onto the stone. What was at hip height for him required a little climbing for them. Tomboyish grace delivered them to the flanks of the ice woman. Backpack and Storage Gauntlet were put aside, forgotten for the moment. All that existed was Alex’s commanding presence.

Eagerness grew his pride and pride fuelled his need to perform. The pounding of his heart reflected in each twitch of his large manhood. The trio of tomboys stared at it, mesmerised by the rhythm.

Alex pushed forwards. The repeated usage throughout the day had left Yahui’s slick folds prepared for his re-entry. This was different from a short relief break. “You’re my conduit.” He stared into the snake lady’s eyes, watching the white near the centre shift as her slit pupils dilated. “My beloved, my slave, my tomboy, my lady and my conduit.”

“I’m your conduit,” Yahui agreed in a dreamy tone. “You’re my beloved, my Master, my man, the father of my children and I am the conduit of your divine will.”

“...Master, that’s hot,” Astrid muttered.

“So hot!” Sara agreed.

Despite their earlier reluctance, the duo watched with rapt attention as Alex filled Yahui, centimetre by sensitive centimetre. They moaned with her, feeling sympathetic pleasure as the flatness between her hips was gently made to rise, female flesh shifting as she was stuffed full. Excitement flushed Yahui’s pale face a pretty shade of pink, making the white scales around her eyes stand out.

“Ah!” a short, sharp cry marked the moment he was fully sheathed inside her. An elegantly long leg hooked behind his waist “What are you two doing, just watching?” the gymnast asked, her flat midriff rolling, shifting her velvety walls around his rock-hard member. “Worship our Master!”

“Those are some pretty divine abs…” Sara muttered, shifting into a kneeling position. Her tongue soon kissed and licked the salt off his muscles. Her hand began to wander between her legs. “M-may I pleasure myself, Master?” she asked softly.

“You may not,” he denied, to a disappointed little squeal. It was replaced with a happy noise when he scratched the base of one of her rabbit ears. “You two are my conduits as well. Be good girls and you will know the pleasure of serving me.”

“I wanna be a good girl!” Astrid exclaimed, now also kneeling. Rather than his abs, she went for his lips. Though initiated by her, the kiss certainly belonged to him. Her tongue surrendered immediately. A long, muffled sigh filled the union of their mouths when he grabbed her by her perfect ass. It was springy, taut, soft and solid in a flawless mixture.

The kiss ended with a soft pop. A delicate threat of saliva connected their lips for a drawn-out moment. She continued to behold him, while his gaze wandered to Yahui. She had the body of a woman who danced in the pale moonlight, yet she was nobody’s puppet. Every reverent utterance was entirely hers.

“When it pleases you, ravish me, Master,” she hissed seductively. Soft as her voice was, her new fangs added a bit of sharpness to certain syllables. “Use me.”

“It always pleases me,” Alex whispered aloud.

Astrid joined Sara in the worship of his chest. They concentrated on his pectorals, on his shoulders, whispering sweet nothings and appreciations while his hips began to move. The deliberate retreat left Yahui with a yawning emptiness. His hips snapped forwards, filling her again. The impact was solid. A fleshy clap echoed through the dead air of the ruins. Her lively cry was just the latest and loudest proof of their animated activity.

“Oh… Master… yes… a little… lower…” He followed her instruction immediately, striking a cord that made her entire being vibrate. “Yes! Master, oh, Master! Just like that! Harder, if it pleases you!”

It did please him. To watch her writhe, to watch her moan, to watch her fellow tomboys drool at the sight, it was everything that pleased him. Adding to the pleasure of the act was the pleasure of success. The cooled area of the stone expanded further. A good third of the altar was now covered in frozen sigils.

Alex set a rapid rhythm. Powerful and steady, he hammered into her. Every percussive impact filled the air with another entry into the series of lewd smacks. Overflowing wetness announced the approaching climax as much as her rising pitch did. The moderate size of her breasts jiggled up and down. She was truly gorgeous with these upsized tits. He placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed the little nub in quick circles.

“MASTER!” Yahui screamed, a singular, coherent word followed by a cascade of half-choked syllables. Pussy juices wet the stone with every aggressive squirt from her well-fucked pussy.

Alex continued to pump in and out of her until the gushing began to subside. Then, he suddenly pulled out of her. Demanding yet gentle, he pulled Sara above her fellow sex slave. The dark chocolate ass of the Spaniard looked obscenely huge compared to her lithe back. He entered her lightly gaping cunt in one thrust.

A choked scream got stuck in Sara’s throat. Her head snapped back, bunny ears flopping with the ecstatic motion. A fresh, different variation of the smack of masculine hardness against feminine, yielding flesh echoed in the space. “A vessel!” Yahui exclaimed, her voice unsteady from the still tingling climax. “That is what you are now! A holy vessel for his cock!”

“Finger Yahui,” Alex grunted an order into Astrid’s ear. The words jolted the mesmerised blonde back to life. Her hands disappeared in the space between the rabbit and the snake. “Good girl,” he drawled, when the first of Yahui’s new, sapphic moans joined the space. “Your reward…” His right hand came down on the fairy’s ass again, causing her to yelp in delight.

“Call me a good girl o-one more time?” Astrid was wide-eyed, pink hearts hovering in the middle of her iris. Some fae shenanigans, making her overflowing love an observable reality.

“Good girl,” he whispered, just as his fingers penetrated her. That was all it took for the blonde to climax, soaking his digits in her juices.

Simultaneously, his hips were returning to the constant back and forth they were accustomed to. He held the rabbit woman by the curve of her wide hips as he plunged into her over and over again. Panting and gasping, she formed the backdrop to Yahui’s sermon.

“You feel it, don’t you?” Yahui’s pale arm reached, clawing into the rippling ass of the woman covering her body. The slender digits of her other hand sunk into Sara’s hair, pulling her head down into the first of a series of kisses. “No ordinary cock... could make a woman feel… that good!” The smack of their lips repeatedly interrupted Yahui’s words. “No… ordinary cock could… satisfy so many!” Astrid, despite only knowing his fingers at the moment, moaned in agreement. “This is… no ordinary cock… not even just a… supernatural man… this is-”

Yahui was stopped by Sara’s orgasmic scream. The in and out had delivered her to heaven. Alex gritted his teeth, lingering in the fantastic heat of the rabbit tomboy’s pussy. The twitching folds clamped around him, refusing to let him go without a bit of a fight. All the same, he pulled out, leaving her gaping and gasping.

The crawl of the ice had stopped at the halfway point. Switching to Astrid now wouldn’t change anything on its own. This was the limit of pleasure he could bring with his body… but he was not limited to the actions of his body.

“Cum!” The order sent ripples through their body. The trio of nubile tomboys spasmed as a fresh wave of ecstasy, greater than anything their own fingers or toys could have ever achieved, rushed through them.

“His divine voice!” Yahui shouted, sounding almost crazed by the pleasure. This was no longer the tone of a woman who merely agreed with the sentiment of a Cult of Master. “The pleasure he offers but does not force! Sublime!”

“Cum!” he ordered again, the first set of orgasms barely faded. What Yahui said was exactly true. Nothing he did could happen without their consent. Even the next trick he employed only worked because they had accepted his mark upon their wombs.

“Ooooooh, fuck!” Astrid screamed. The already dripping wetness of her pussy escalated suddenly to outright squirting all over his fingers. Her eyes rolled up as her sensitivity rose and rose and rose. Twofold, threefold, fourfold, fivefold, causing all of her skin to feel as sensitive as her swollen mound and her pussy to burn with hellish needs.

Alex applied the soothing hardness of his cock to her depths generously.

The Swedish woman screamed like an animal in heat. On pure instinct, she had gone along with his manhandling, hugging his neck while he held her in front. The runner’s athletic body was effortlessly lifted and pulled back down. Her fairy wings fluttered, adding a weightlessness to her that only made it easier to fuck her. She was as if anchored midair, her back against an invisible wall.

Sara rolled off Yahui to let the shorter Chinese woman and herself have a perfect view of the situation. Their sensitivity was raised just the same, their cunts twitching at the memory of the masculine presence filling their bodies and minds. Their skin tingled with immense need where they touched, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, as they lay there. All the same, they did not masturbate, not themselves nor each other. They obediently watched Alex empty Astrid’s head of thoughts with every thrust.

“Our Master!” Yahui finally finished her earlier sermon. “He is Our Master and we surrender body and soul to him. Look at her. Look - at - her!”

Astrid’s tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was half rigid, half without any tension at all, alternating rapidly between her whole body flying from the impact of his thrusts and spasming as another orgasm hit her. The increased sensitivity made it almost too easy to keep her squirting.

“Witness as her body is remade by his touch. Astrid is…” Yahui moaned, her fervent gestures enough to send another aftershock rippling through her.

“Astrid is not a woman…” Sara muttered. “She’s… this is not just sex. That’s a god consecrating his holy ground…”

“Exactly,” Yahui sighed, so relieved that someone else understood her. Her hips thrust up into the air, trying and failing to match the rapid rhythm that kept Astrid in the state of a leaky pipe. “His cock is an instrument of creation, of blessing. Oh, Master… oh, Master!” Just uttering his title seemed to get her off.

‘Why not make that truth?’ Alex wondered. “Speak my title.”

The order caused a short lapse in almost all sound. Only the clapping of hips against cheeks and the thrumming of the totem remained. Heat struggled against controlling cold. Three-quarters of the rock were now covered in frozen sigils.

“Master!” “M-master… Master!” “Mashtaaaahr!” “Divine Ma-ah-ster!” “My Mhhhmaster!” “Ma-AAAAASHTERRRR!” “Yes, Master, makes us moan your hallowed title.” “T-the word t-t-t-tastes so sweet on m-AH!-my lips!” “MAAAAAAAAAAA-”

The three tomboys were falling over each other, speaking his title often, loudly and with more veneration than Alex ever thought he would get from a single woman. Yahui’s graceful prayers, Sara’s stammered delight, Astrid’s incoherent screams.

Alex suddenly lifted Astrid off his cock and placed her over the edge of the altar. Her hanging legs were just shy off the ground. “Like her,” he grunted two words. In a flurry of dark and white skin, Sara and Yahui lined themselves up to the left of Astrid. Yahui was once more in the centre.

He skipped over her, entering Sara once more. If there was a shred of doubt about her supporting the formation of the Cult after this, it died when he entered her with agonising slowness. Hyper-sensitive and horny beyond belief, she climaxed every inch he pushed into her. Squirting pussy juices ran down the side of the stone. Then, he started to fuck her.

“Only… Master…!” That venerating utterance of his title was the last conscious act she took during this entanglement. Her brown eyes fully rolled up, barely visible behind her fluttering lids. All shyness was wiped away, replaced by a cock drunk smirk. She came no matter what he did. When he thrust into her, she came, when he pulled out of her, she came, when he smacked her fat ass hard enough that her thighs rippled, she came. She was a gooey mess of a cocksleeve, blissed out to the extreme.

Even Astrid looked coherent next to her. Sara was entirely relaxed, more relaxed than Alex had ever seen her. The only purpose of her body seemed to be to wiggle her ass for his entertainment.

He pulled out not because he was tired or done with her but purely because he had a ritual to complete and one more woman to send to cloud cock.

“I have but – ah!” Yahui’s pussy gushed when he smacked her hyper-sensitive ass. “-one request, Master.” She shuddered, the order rewarding her one more time with pleasure for using his title

“What is it?” Alex asked.

“Cum inside Sara.”

Alex grinned, a temporary crack in the stern, dominating mask of his persona. “I love it when you ask for these things,” he said, then put Yahui’s brain on ice. The moment he filled her was the moment she became a cocksleeve down to the marrow.

He hammered her hard and fast, too close now to hold anything back. Astrid and Sara were both watching him, giggling the giggles of the hormonally overcharged. They had more happy chemicals in their systems than most drugs could manage and the only drawback was that they had to stay with him. Fortunately, they did not consider that a drawback at all.

The Chinese cocksleeve’s slender back was arching more and more. She crossed a point that Alex instinctively considered concerning, then he remembered what she was. As he rutted into her, he grabbed her by her jaw and bent her the rest of the way, pressing a horizontal kiss on her lips.

Tearing himself away was beyond difficult. His instincts screamed to just keep going. Despite her words, Yahui’s insides had him in a supernaturally pleasant, cold grip. Removing himself was difficult, Obliging the following urge to plunge back into a cumdump was much easier. He rammed into Sara again.

The thrusts that followed were jittery, aimless things. They were the vestiges of motion of someone whose control was all spent. His vision was filled with white lightning. Only the centre remained somewhat clear. Aimlessly, his eyes darted across the place, meeting that of the ice woman on chance. Even in her euphoria, she had the awareness to be joyful as her hallowed Master’s seed filled one of his willing sex slaves.

Was it Yahui’s joy or Alex’s orgasm? Was it both? Neither? It really didn’t matter. As the first spurt of his seed pumped into Sara’s eager depths, the last sigil froze. The stone turned white while the rabbit’s cunt was painted the same colour. Each tightening of his balls was accompanied by another series of frozen cracks. The entirety of the totem went cold. Alex had never felt more alive and warm in his life.

The scene around him faded entirely into the background. He tilted forwards, barely catching himself with one hand. His vision went blurry. Sara was a raggedly breathing mess, rubbing her thick ass against him, squirting all the while. Though she had no capacity left to scream, the height of her cum-fuelled climax was clear with every milking grip of her inner folds.

The harsh panting of three women slowly guided him back to reality. The remaining heat faded from his loins and the air in equal measure. The radiating temperature from the totem faded with unnatural swiftness. It was replaced by a gentle, ambient chill that felt… peaceful.

As he pulled out, he returned the sensitivity of his women to normal. That did not pull them right back to reality. Rather, it was the signal for their bodies that they were allowed to shut down for a moment. Alex’s limp cock slipped out of Sara’s cunt, leaving his release to trickle down Sara’s inner thigh.

Content with his accomplishment, Alex shifted his weight left to right a couple of times. Once he had made sure he had proper control over his motor function back, he grabbed his sword.

He would watch over them until they rose from their well-earned nap.