Tomboy Island

Alex ended up taking Ashley to the bath afterwards. Using his tomboys as his relief tools was, apparently, his divine right, but he wanted to meet that privilege with a duty. Cleaning Ashley up without fucking her was part of that duty.

“The endless sex is amazing,” Ashley sighed, “but this makes it complete.”

Laid on her front, the mousey Asian was being massaged by her Master’s quite nimble and incredibly strong hands. Intimacy with their womanhood, that was a skill he had mastered to the core. Intimacy with the rest of their curves was concentrated to the boobs and butts. Right now, he was making himself a little more familiar with the lay of the reporter’s shoulder muscles.

“This is… divine…” Ashley groaned as Alex managed to undo some knot in her upper back.

“Don’t hunch over so much,” he told her.

“Yes, Master,” the black-haired woman swooned, totally relaxed.

“Divine…” Jane muttered the word. The redhead was set in a small tub in this smaller bathroom. She had been there first, cleaning the blood off of her curves and having a lesbian entanglement with Sofia. The two had since finished business. All four of them were just hanging out, for once not chasing any form of orgasm.

Since they all had gotten the ability to just chain climaxes together with no health hazards, they had indulged deeply. It was a dominant aspect of their daily life, but it wasn’t all they ever did.

A tanned leg rose from the water. The colour of Jane’s skin had drifted over time from pale to now being a golden caramel kind of shade. It fit her being a light elf.

Noticing his attention, Jane’s pointy ears lightly wiggled. A small smile appeared momentarily on her red lips, softening her naturally stern expression. He smiled back. The wiggle of her ears intensified. They were adorable betrayers of her mood.

Jane hooked her leg over the rim of the tub. The disturbance caused some of the warm water to spill, cascading onto the floor. Rather than pooling, the water ran off the mildly hydrophobic floor straight into runnels around the edge of the room, all leading into a little drainage hole. The tree made very little sense overall. The water just appeared and where exactly it went was anyone’s guess. There was lip service paid to the idea that there was circulation though. Symbolic gestures that were then made real by magical power.

A second leg followed the first. “Just trying to distribute the heat a bit,” Jane explained her motions. “Like sticking a foot out of the blanket.”

“Which you haven’t needed to do at all since we got here,” Sofia chimed in. The brunette was ‘brushing’ her hair with her fingers as it dried. In the absence of proper utensils, her digits were good enough. Another act of symbolism that magic then spun into a full grooming. “Courtesy, in large part, of Master’s divine nature.” A sigh by the redhead had the fencer tilt her head. “Are you that unconvinced?”

“You’re trying too hard,” Jane said.

Ashley opened one of her eyes halfway. “It’s kind of… clear though?” she whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. “Just look at what he’s doing to me with his hands.”

“That does look nice,” Jane agreed efficiently, back to her stoic tone. “And I would be an idiot to be outright dismissive. The last two weeks have shown us all to be more than human and Alex has been at the centre of it all. The whole ‘Mongrel’ thing is obviously more than nothing.”

“Personally, I think the Lovecraftian servants that he summoned for all of us are a little more convincing,” Sofia added.

“Also that time I fucked your bow into existence,” Alex chimed in.

“I thought you’re leaving this whole Cult thing between your women?” Jane asked with a jokingly raised eyebrow.

“I am trying not to get involved… but I am standing right here and I am allowed to boast about some things.”

“Denied, be a good man and know your place.”

Alex blew air out of his nose amusedly at her biting banter. Obviously she didn’t mean that he actually had to be silent. There was a kernel of truth there though: he had resolved to leave these matters to themselves. Any converting he did was 100% accidental.

“You have seen his miracles, you can accept him as our divine Master, right?” Sofia pushed the envelope again. This was not one of the topics the tomboy was shy on. “It basically changes nothing about our relationship in how it actually works…”

“If it changes nothing, then whether I agree or not doesn’t matter,” Jane called the obvious rhetorical mistake.

“...well… uhm…” Sofia twirled a strand of her wavy hair around her index finger as she thought. “It will change things but for the better? It’d be more honest.”

“It wouldn’t be honest from me right now,” Jane disagreed. “Again, I am not blind to the potential behind it being either true or effectively true that he is our guardian deity. Plus, yes, it would be hot to feel… totally owned down to the devoted soul.”

‘She really is sliding deeper and deeper into submission,’ Alex thought.

“I am simply not convinced yet,” Jane finished with a shrug. “Let me reflect on this.”

“...Alright,” Sofia relented, disappointed but accepting.

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Ashley eventually passed out from relaxation, which was Alex’s cue to leave. Jane and Sofia claimed the platform after he carried the petite Asian out. The latter laid down, the former began her own massage. Harem-internal bonding time was always nice to behold.

‘That oil would go a long way,’ he thought, as he walked away. ‘Maybe we could even have a wrestling ring…’

Tomboys wrestling, bodies shining with oil, was among the greatest views there was. When it was followed up or even accompanied by sapphic engagements, that only made it better.

Ashley was deposited in one of the other bedrooms to stir from her relaxation coma in her own time. For his part, Alex returned to the hall behind the main entrance. As he walked, he felt a gentle shiver run through the floor, spreading to the tree above as a mild rustling of the leaves. They had arrived at their destination.

Just as he stepped into the room, did the two groups of tomboys walk into the now ground-level door. First came the hunters – Charlotte, Janette and Niara – carrying between them something that looked like a long-limbed crocodile. Its moss-green scales would allow it to lay in ambush around tree roots. It wasn’t particularly large, enough meat for dinner, but it still served as a reminder of what was out there.

“Good hunting,” he told all of them, giving them each a high-five as they passed. They carried the corpse to the kitchen, where they would use the knife from the survival box to take it apart.

The second group consisted of Kiara and Evelyn. The latter helped the former over the threshold, then stepped away. Kiara was left carrying a sizable chunk of metal on her own. It was heavy but not too heavy. She delivered it to Alex with a forceful thrust. “Here you go!” the bratty Irishwoman declared, blushing fiercely as she did.

Confused, Alex took hold of the chunk and inspected it. It was too covered in ash to know exactly what metal he was looking at, nor how much. What he did know was that this one wasn’t radiating any magic. “Good work finding this,” he complimented Kiara, then placed the chunk atop one of the liquid servants. It budged under the weight. A second had to fuse with it so they could crawl on to the storage room together.

“It was good work…,” Kiara agreed in a quiet mumble, a blush still clear on her freckled face.

“Now, now.” Evelyn was almost singing as she stepped into the conversation. “Just as we agreed, Kiara.” The hand of the dragoness pushed against the dwarf’s lower back. It was all the pressure Kiara needed to fall to her knees.

‘Some rituals are already forming,’ Alex observed, as the orange-haired shortstack prostrated herself before him. Huge tits rested on the wooden floor, spilling to the sides of her slender back. The obscene flare of her hips found its pinnacle in the dual sphere of her fat ass.

“This bratty cumdump acknowledges your divinity, Master. I can’t wait for the day I give you a demigod with this womb that I dedicate to you.” As she continued, her tone got more and more heated, melting her reluctance. “I fully support the Cult! I can’t wait to be yours more and more and more, with every passing day, your cock pounding me and your arms holding me!”

“Very good!” Evelyn squatted down next to the dwarf. Fingers glided over the voluptuous curve of her ass. Head still down, Kiara moaned when her fellow haremette pushed her fingers into her cunt. Grinning at their Master, the brunette let the sounds of the ensuing penetration speak to how wet Kiara already was. “Don’t you agree, Master?”

“Fantastic,” Alex stated.

Dragging her up by the hair, Alex used the orange cascade as a leash to guide the now panting brat to the couch. With very little ceremony, he lifted her onto the seat. His throbbing erection did not allow him to hold back for long.

“Your pledge is accepted!” he roared and pushed into her.

The force of the entry stole the air from her lungs. A choked gasp, half-pain, half-veneration, all pleasure tore from her full lips. Filling her completely, stuffing her tight little cunt with all of his large manhood, was exactly the divine affirmation she craved. Slick with the fantasy of worship, she clenched around him. Her pussy’s spasms communicated a need for deeper, harder thrusts.

“Mhm-assster!” Kiara cried out, her back arching intensely. The motion pressed her heavy breasts against the fantastical fabric of the couch. The furniture conformed to their needs perfectly, gently creaking under the repeated impacts. Flexible wood and soft cotton worked so she could receive his full might on every thrust.

The first orgasm struck the Irish cumdump suddenly. Her screams reached a new pitch as absolute bliss crackled through her nerves. Her body seized up. A gush of wetness soaked him. Her inner walls fluttered in a frantic, uncontrolled rhythm.

“That’s a very good prayer.” Alex’s voice was a low grumble, demanding and yet gentle. His grip on her hips tightened, leveraging it to pull back until only the tip remained. The threat of his cock fully leaving her had Kiara moan a wordless plea. A second later, he was buried to the hilt inside her again. The sound of their flesh colliding filled the room with a percussive echo. It was just the first of many. “Do you have more to say to your Master?”

“Yes!” The cry tore from his lips immediately, to be followed by feminine groans. She thrust her enormous ass back at him. The cheeks rippled with every harsh impact. “My body is your temple! F-fuck me! Use me as you wish! Fill me with your holy cum! I-” Kiara’s words came to a sudden and harsh end. A second orgasm fried her vocal cords, leaving her in a silent scream of pleasure. It was a tidal wave of pleasure and it did not come on its own. As one wave crested, another was already gathering. Her pussy continuously clenched around him, gripping him like a vice. He fucked her hard all the same.

Evelyn watched it all, squeezing his nipples and rubbing her clit. A look of intense, proud satisfaction was on her face. Alex doubted this was her handiwork alone, Sofia and Selana must have done their fair share of convincing. All the same, the dragoness had guided the brat to her epiphany. Seeing Kiara so utterly consumed sent a thrill of proprietary pleasure through the Latina. ”This is right, this is hierarchy, this is the truth of our new world,” she purred.

Alex let the moment absorb him. They wanted to be fully his and he would play the part of owning them completely. Tangling a fist in her orange hair, he pulled her head back, forcing her spine into a beautiful curve. She continued to be silent, her mouth opened in that unvoiced scream. Her eyes had rolled up, an expression of religious ecstasy on her face.

Unable to hold on any longer, Alex thrust into her one last time. His balls tightened immediately, sending a large, thick load pumping right into her depths. The previous gushing turned into a series of spraying squirts. Spasms were elevated into a borderline thrashing of the shortstack’s curves. Alex’s strong hands held her in place while his rock-hard shaft tensed inside her, consecrating the insides of his sex slave.

It changed everything and nothing about their relationship.