Tomboy Island

“Interesting.”

The succubus turned the Ember in her hand. Unlike them she seemed perfectly happy to hold it for prolonged periods. She even pressed it against her chest, moaning sharply as she did.

“This fire is… arousing,” she reported. Her nipples hardened. A trickle of wetness glistened on her inner thigh. “It has taken to your nature, Master.”

“Unsurprising, considering what we did on that altar,” Alex muttered.

Yahui chuckled. “What you did to us on that altar, rather.”

That was fair enough. Wasting time on another round of talking about whether or not he was a sex god or not wasn’t the priority though. They had work to do. “Think we can use it as more than a pretty heater?”

“Yes,” Blair responded. She considered for a few more seconds, then turned on her heel. The rest of them followed her swishing tail.

The succubus tomboy poked her heat into one of the rooms, then shook her head and wandered on. Alex took a glance into the room in passing. It was the kitchen, one of the rooms in the tree that could, despite this being fundamentally inadvisable, withstand fire. A pit of special bark held the just fine. Their aluminium cauldron stood off to the side. A liquid servant was shovelling old ash out of the pit.

Blair inspected multiple other kitchens throughout the tree. They were typically equipped with only a simple firepit, space for storage, and some surfaces for preparation. Compared to modern kitchens, they offered very little in terms of amenities. For all the luxury the tree offered, it did not quite have the complexity needed to power a microwave.

Blair found what she had been looking for on the uppermost floor. There, a notably smaller version of a firepit was integrated into the counter. A lower level for a heat source was separated from an upper compartment by a grid of smooth, red bark. Two quadratic leaves of a waxy, sturdy appearance were attached to the sides of it, serving as potential seals for the open spaces.

It was an oven, in all ways that mattered. “It’s not going to be perfect, but it should fulfil the basic function.” Blair placed the Ember in the lower compartment. She placed her hand on the top and closed her eyes. A pinkish flame spread from the surface of the large object. Blair pulled her hand back, then pulled the larger of the two leaves in. Its edges magically adhered to the frame of the oven, creating an almost airtight seal. Whether this fire needed to breathe was doubtful. “If you want anything heated, just place it up here.” Blair tapped the upper compartment. “If it comes out too hot to touch, I can assist.”

“That will get bothersome for you though,” Alex remarked. “We should look into finding or marking some sturdy gloves, among other things.”

“Tongs, hammers, an anvil, a chisel, a punch or drill, to get the basics.” Blair stopped for a moment. “We can probably appropriate the carving tools for lighter metalwork. When it comes to heavy duty operations, I would not trust them.”

Astrid’s lips puckered as she let out an impressed whistle. “Ya know how to smith?”

“I wouldn’t say so. I spent a month learning the basics to understand what marks a good hoof iron. That’s all.”

That was still a decent starting point compared to what the rest of them had. ‘Definitely need to use a future opportunity to tell the tree to expand this into a proper workshop though,’ Alex thought.

Alas, a repurposed oven was what they had for now. Given their supernatural heat source, that had the potential to be enough for an early project.

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[Eternal Ember grants Best of 3 on the Crafting Rolls and Lewd Crit Extension 5.

The Lewd Metal comes with its own Lewd Crit Extension 5.

It is extremely easy to work with and does not add a Material Difficulty modifier.

Lewd Crit Range therefore is: 24-34 and 59-69.

Stats are applied as normal.]

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Dice: 3d100+33

Options: Individual.

99,98,41 + 33 = 132,131,74

132 - No Crits

Dice: 3d100+40

Options: Individual.

55,31,11 + 40 = 95,71,51

31 - Lewd Crit - 140 to the score.

Dice: 3d100+40

Options: Individual.

91,70,62 + 40 = 131,110,102

62 - Lewd Crit - 140 to the score.

Choices -Voting closed - 4 voters

Dice: 3d100+33

Options: Individual.

65,8,8 + 33 = 98,41,41

65 - That's a Crit.

[Mythical Items achieved.

Future items will definitely have more Material Difficulty.

The Base Item:

Masterhammer - Add 1 Best of Die to Crafting Checks made with this item. Lewd Crits rolled while forging with this Item causes a Bloodline to awaken. Triggers only once per Crafting.

Now, as before, I will give you the Lewd Crit reward suggestion in waves to assure it escalates properly…]

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“You.” Alex knew the liquid servant would be in the doorframe before he even turned around. These beings were an extension of him, an eldritch manifestation of his desire to serve and provide. “Bring the pink-blue metal and the tools.”

The servant executed something approaching a bow, then flowed away. It would take it a couple of minutes to get all the way down to their storage room, grab the items, and then come back up.

“Now,” Alex said. “This is going to be another magical project, so–”

“Got it!” Astrid dropped to the ground, immediately opening her mouth wide. An oral invitation that Alex immediately took. Flaccid at first, his cock grew to its full size under the caress of Astrid’s tongue and hot, amused breath. The second he was hard was the second she deepthroated him.

Sara and Yahui joined Astrid on the floor, following a gesture of their Master. The trio worshipped his cock, entirely entranced in the process. Their newfound support for the Cult reflected deeply in the service rendered. Alex had thought they treated his cock like a religious icon before, but now that veneration wasn’t just played – it was true.

Even Sara, who had been self-conscious about her (rapidly dwindling) lack of blowjob skills, was giving it her all. “That’s right,” Alex grunted encouragingly. “Every lick is a prayer, every kiss a sermon. You’re doing very well. Good girls.”

They moaned at his praise, Astrid and Sara a lot more so than Yahui. No amount of religious fervour would compete with the praise kink the fairy and the rabbit shared.

“And what do I do?” Blair cooed. She had already been aroused from handling the Ember. Watching them changed her wetness to a clear drip. Fingers spread her pussy, advertising her readiness.

“You cum,” Alex ordered her. The words hit the aroused succubus with full, orgasmic force. Hips thrust forwards, her body craving a cock that was not inside her. Eyelids fluttered. Despite the surprise, the black-marked woman entirely gave herself to the ordered release. “Again,” he grabbed one of her horns and pulled her close. His fingers disappeared between her clenching thighs. “Cum.”

Her scream was muffled by the mashing of his lips on hers. Overflowing pussy juices drenched his hand in the heated essence of a demon of lust and fire. Was there any better ritual to begin the forging with?

The liquid servant silently placed the material and tools on the kitchen counter. The chunk of metal wasn’t particularly large, a bit bigger than an orange. But it would suffice for what Alex had in mind. The carving tools were for wood, stone and the fusion of the two. The hammer among them was to tap the bottom of a chisel, not to beat metal with.

It would only do this one task for them before being returned to its proper purpose.

“You will assist me,” Alex ordered the succubus, ensuring this entire experience would be a pleasurable ride for her. “Your pleasure will fill this room and this project.” Blair nodded, then Alex directed his gaze downward. “And you three will ensure mine.” They also nodded. Astrid let his cock pop free, giving Sara the chance to deepen her familiarity with her Master’s rod.

Alex assorted the tools before him with one hand, while Blair sucked the other clean of her own juices. In his mind, the object was taking shape. It would be a simple hammer, shaped from a not so simple material. The metal of lust, pulled from the ash fields by Kiara, was pink and blue, marked by a pattern like Damascus steel.

Once he had finalized putting the theory in his mind, he put it to practice. Blair placed the metal in the oven for him. As they waited, they made out. They, all of them together, entered a flow state. The trio of mouths on his cock. His finger circling Blair’s clit. The metal’s heat, riding in the sealed compartment. It was all connected.

He came. Blair came. The serving trio came. The metal was ready. Blair moved it swiftly to the kitchen top, her heat resistance pushing to its limit.

The metal was exceptionally easy to work with while hot. Like a tomboy in the throes of multiple orgasms, it did exactly as Alex wanted. Every strike of the hammer brought it closer to the shape he desired. He had never smithed in his life, yet this felt right.

In the entranced state of the forging, between orgasms brought by his voice and his seed, he felt the familiar call in his blood. His vision was focused on his work, but his mind dwelled in the blackness occupied by the veins of his ancestry. Another one yearned to awaken, feeding off the power of the ritual.

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An anvil’s ring reverberated in Alex’s heartbeat. The cling of metal on metal settled in his bones. A vein like molten metal shot through his being. His palms felt pleasantly hot and cold simultaneously.

Trusting in his instincts, Alex put the hammer aside and grasped the hot metal with his bare hands. Blair sucked in a concerned breath, then let it flow back past her red lips in relief. She did not question what had happened, just pressed herself tightly against him. Together, they grasped the metal, shaping it like clay in their hands.

The layering of colours came to change. Rather than simple stripes of blue and pink, the duality adjusted itself in symmetrical patterns. Blue flowed towards the top as pink concentrated in the handle. The colours concentrated but never completely split, leaving one to pattern the other.

Once the rough shape was established, Alex grasped the woodcarving tools again. The hammer struggled to withstand Alex’s brawn, but it held. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! The repeated impacts filled the room. GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! The trio below face-fucked themselves, adding pleasure to work.

The metal got closer and closer to its final shape. What laid before Alex was ornate by the nature of the material even if its form was simple. A straight shaft allowing his huge paw of a hand to take hold of it and a broad head, flat on one side and pointy on the other, to be the future instrument of his crafting intent.

Alex discarded one hammer and raised another. The marbling of the pink in the blue and the blue in the pink was reminiscent of ancient Greek glyphs. An influence, no doubt, of the forge god’s influence that now pounded in his bloodstream.

‘Seriously, who aren’t I related to?’ Alex thought. They were the first conscious words he formulated since entering the trance. They were immediately washed away by the release washing through his system. Cum spurted into Sara’s mouth. Yahui and Astrid massaged the rabbit tomboy’s throat as she gulped it all down. Every load swallowed made her throat more sensitive.

“A tool to make more tools,” Blair commented afterwards.

“I thought it would make the most sense.”

“It’ll add the proper charge to future works,” the succubus agreed.

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[You have 7 Actions.]

Voting closed - 10 voters

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Dice: 1d100+5

Options: Individual. Threshold: 75.

29 + 5 = 34 (0 successes!)

Jane is unconvinced - no Artificial Crits.

Dice: 1d100

82 = 82

Kiara finds a good chunk of metal.

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They vacated the impromptu smithy afterwards, taking things to the opening area of the tree. Why not have their continued orgy where the other tomboys could see them as they returned?

And they did return, in their groups. Ashley, Valeria, Tess and Amethyst were back first. “Master!” Amethyst cried out veneratingly the second she laid eyes on him. “Perfect! Ashley has something she wants to say to you!”

“And do something for you,” Tess added in a suggestive vocal fry. A hand on the mousey woman’s back, she pushed her along.

All blushes and stammers as per usual, Ashley tip-toed closer to him. Something in her body language told Astrid to vacate her spot on his lap as the petite Asian approached. Slick cock now throbbing unattended, Alex silently watched as Ashley reverently prostrated herself before him.

“I’ve, uhm, s-seen the light, Master, and I think we should treat you like the kind-of god you are?”

“‘Kind-of’?” Tess scoffed, though further comments were silences by Alex glancing her way. This was already way more than he expected.

“You sound uncertain,” he pointed out. “If you are, then-”

“No, no!” Ashley shot up into a straight position, her mouse ears nervously twitching. “That’s just my…. Uhm… you know… poor speaking.” She swallowed, brown eyes dashing from his face to his cock. A lustful pink hue flushed her pale skin. “I’m convinced that you are everything I want to put my faith into,” she swooned. Her gaze continued to roam, appreciating him from his jawline to the width of his calves. “S-strong and… strong…”

“Truly an author’s wit,” Blair teased.

“Awawa…”

“Ignore her,” Alex instructed and put a hand on the side of Ashley’s face. “Just say what you want to say.”

“I love you!” Ashley blurted out. “I want you to take care of me! Forever! I trust you with everything so I’m happy to venerate you as my provider of everything! Please let me kiss your cock as proof of my devotion to you, Master!”

Alex barely managed to repress the urge to sharply inhale air at those words. His arousal was spiking fiercely. With a simple nod, he leaned back. Ashley tilted forwards in equal measure until her pink, puckered lips placed a paradoxically chaste and pure kiss on the engorged head of his manhood.

A shudder went through both of them. The little ritual had irreversibly changed a small part of their relationship. Though this wasn’t one of the esoteric occurrences filled with actual power, the magic within the moment was real in its own sense.

“Master…” Ashley pressed another kiss on his cock, a little lower this time. “Master… Master…” The smacking of her lips got lewder with every repetition. “Master…!” She opened her mouth wide, then took him into her throat.

She had become a fantastic comfort hole. Sensitive walls enveloped him, the mouse tomboy climaxing in the moment of religious fervour mixed with physical stimulation. Having been close from Astrid’s previous ride, Alex did not even try to last long himself. The moment felt like it demanded a swift marking of his territory.

Hand between the rounded rodent ears, Alex guided the expert bobs of his cumdump. Her tongue knew exactly where to be as she was made to glide up and down, pressing up against his sensitive spots. The ring of her lips was tight, breaking occasionally, producing erotic slurps. The tight tunnel that was her throat vibrated from her moans.

Ashley knew when he was about to cum. Following the unspoken command, she glided up, her lips hot and wet around the most sensitive area between head and shaft. Her small hands grasped his length. Both pumped in unison, a slippery handjob that finished what the holes of other women had started.

A prolonged groan escaped Alex. His hips lightly bucked up. Ecstatic spasms made his entire lower body twitch. Each time, another wave of semen was deposited in Ashley’s eagerly waiting mouth. Though the taste had her shifting and moaning in her own right, she did not climax from it quite yet. It pooled in front of the barrier of her throat, delicious to her female tongue, promising her an orgasm should she swallow it.

Alex enjoyed the afterglow thoroughly. He basked in it, in this first conversion that had happened without his involvement. It was proof that there really was this will to venerate them among them, independent of his direct actions. ‘If this is a dream, I never want to wake up,’ he thought. Out loud, his voice was harsher, as demanding as a divine Master had every right to be. “Present.”

Careful not to spill anything, Ashley backed away from his cock. Her tongue churned the small lake of thick white in her mouth, practically hiding her gums. Every second she spent not drinking it was erotic torture to her. Alex was tempted to make her waste it or to have her give it to someone else. A temptation he obliged.

“You should show your thanks to those that showed you the path forwards,” Alex stated.

Tess and Amethyst delighted at the declaration, immediately flanking the much shorter Asian woman. Stuck between the curvaceous goth and the endowed slime, the petite mouse really looked tiny. There was not even a shadow of hesitation on her face, no disappointment, just the submissive glee of being made to obey.

Tess kissed Ashley first. Cum was swapped back and forth between them until some arbitrary measure of ‘half’ had been established. Amethyst immediately swooped in when the opportunity was given, receiving the rest. In the end, Ashley was left with a clean mouth and those necessary for her conversion presented the load instead.

“Swallow,” he permitted them.

The duo came hard as they gulped down his seed. It went far beyond the regularly induced orgasm. The pleasure they took in making other tomboys his cultists was beyond clear and Alex took great glee in every second of it. In fact, it left him so horny that he barely could stand the idea of leaving his cock exposed to the air for another second.

She had been a fantastic girl, so Alex picked Ashley up, spun her around so her apple bottom was facing his way, and then began the slow and sublime process of stretching out her tight cunt. Within a minute, the aggressive smacking of his hips against her small but shapely bottom filled the room, alongside the moans of the other tomboys.

While he slaked his lust with Ashley’s body, making her scream in bliss in the process, three more members of the harem returned. First were Sofia and Selana, who witnessed the scene with great approval and little comment. Second was Jane, whose arrival did pique Alex’s interest.

“You are alone?” he wondered.

“You need to stop asking that every time you see one of us on our own,” the redheaded elf responded, a blood hand on her tanned hip. There were more smears of red on her bottom-heavy curves, none of which came from her. “We know the cautionary measures. The others are just outside with our hunt. It’ll be easier to move inside once the tree is settled.”

“Fair enough,” Alex relented. By now, the basic survival tips he had given were just ingrained in their ‘culture’, repeating them endlessly would have to be annoying.

He continued fucking Ashley instead.