Tomboy Island

The metal was soaked in one of their many bathtubs to get most of the grime off of it. Afterwards, Alex decided to immediately turn it into something useful. Crafting was new and exciting and he was happy to do more of it.

Blair was his support again, stoking the Ember while he used his newfound bloodline to shape the metal with his raw hands. As before, he had a small committee of willing cocksleeves worship his manhood while he went through the work. He just worked best that way. This time, it was Valeria and Tess sucking him off.

Planning and discussion with the others went smoothly. They had no parchment to plan this out, but the ability to mould even iron like it was clay evened that out.

Alex elected to make an axe. There was more than enough material to it that he could go for a sturdy design, broadening towards the attachment to the handle. Said handle also needed to be made. He enlisted Janette to that end, who showed him a small stick collection the tomboys had stealthily gathered. Well, not stealthily, all of them knew about it, but it had somehow passed Alex’s attention.

When he asked, he was given the simple explanation. Astrid had one day found a sword-shaped stick. This was a challenge to the other tomboys to also find cool sticks. Thus, over time, they had gathered several cool sticks. It was that simple.

This was why tomboys were the best.

Aside from being adorable, it was also useful. A bit of work with the carving tools and several of these would be good handles for the project. Not perfect, they lacked the means to properly treat the wood to be as sturdy as professionally made weaponry, but good enough.

With all of that planned out, the roughly shaped iron was placed above the Ember to heat up. By the end of the wait, one set of cumdumps was too cockdrunk to safely remain around. Valeria and Tess got a shift change for Niara and Sara. The forging began.

It went… not that great.

Alex quickly discovered how much the sexually charged metal had yearned to be shaped. Iron did not have that yearning. The chunk of metal left seared spots on the wooden top wherever it touched. The resilience of the bark proved true, but it didn’t make for a proper bottom the way an anvil would have.

The iron didn’t agree with Alex’s wishes. It had no opinion on them at all. Though he managed to beat some magic into the material, it remained fundamentally natural. He ended up having to fully concentrate on forging, forcing him to work without a woman or three on his cock. The state of things!

Calling it a complete catastrophe would have been overstating the matter. What he created by the end was an axe. He even managed to get it serviceably sharp using some gritty stones they had found. However, the shape of the weapon was uneven, the attachment to the handle a bit wobbly, and, on closer inspection, the handle itself was improperly aligned – the curve towards the bottom pointed a little bit to the left.

A weaponsmith would have been embarrassed. Alex, too, was embarrassed, but he ignored that feeling. For a first proper forging, unguided by any awakening bloodlines, it was pretty decent. Decent enough that his own blood seemed to agree. Stirred by the hammer in his hands, the act of crafting and indulging in almost equal measure allowed his slumbering ancestry to rouse.

It was the blood of Hephaestus that once more filled Alex’s soul. No direct boon, no fire-resistant hands or anything of such immediate impact. Rather, it was knowledge that came from his blood. A pseudo-genetic memory, filling his mind with schematics of gears and levers, mundane and magical, that could be used in a great number of projects. Manual additions to the world that could be used to advance the luxury for his women even further.

‘Very interesting,’ he thought.

Interesting was all it remained until he put it to practice, something he currently lacked the opportunity to do. The axe wandered into the usual storage room. He would decide tomorrow whether he would wield it himself as a sidearm or give it to one of his women. The latter felt more likely. As every day proved, these islands were dangerous, and it was best that those behind him had their own ways to defend themselves.

Smithing concluded, Alex stepped away from the re-utilised kitchen. Now, it was time to treat himself to the presence of his haremettes. A cheat day, of a kind. He had earned it.

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His perusal of the cool stick collection earlier had the unintended consequence of causing some old arguments to come back to the forefront.

“This is the coolest stick!” Astrid asserted, raising up a sturdy branch in the shape of a longsword. A pair of symmetrical offshoots formed a crossguard, delineating the change from the sturdy hand to the gradually sharpening ‘blade’. “Ha! Ha!” The blonde swung the ‘sword’ around, wood whistling in the air. “What stick could possibly compare?”

“Thish ohne,” Selana slurred, cock in her mouth.

“It does not compare, it is vastly superior,” Amethyst disagreed, placing a number of kisses on the side of his shaft.

“It’s, uhm… yeah, it’s pretty great,” Sara agreed, caressing the other side of his manhood.

“Obviously outside the spirit of the argument,” Alex chastised his tomboys. Selana rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching upwards for a brief moment before she focused entirely on forming a seal around his rigid shaft. The focus on the sensitive head was highly effective, her tongue pressing all the right buttons. Support from Sara and Amethyst accelerated the inevitable.

A single grunt was all Selana needed to know what was coming. To Alex’s surprise, she released his cock with a loud pop. Being ever the perfect sex slave, Selena did not leave him edged. “Our purpose is to make you cum, Master,” she cooed. Cheek to cheek with her fellow tomboys, she guided a collaborative handjob. It only took a few pumps of the three hands for his balls to tighten.

Alex knew that the quantity of his seed was ludicrous, but it was never more clear than in moments like this. Spurt after spurt of the thick white covered the purple, caramel and mocha faces of the trio. Eyes closed as he painted all three of them into a picture straight out of Japanese porn. They panted and squirmed, just a taste of his seed enough to push them over the edge. All of them quivered in post-orgasmic bliss by the time the last drop was milked from him, dropping past Selana’s chin and marking her tits instead.

Alex had just got done nutting all over her face that the cow girl rose to her feet. She was a bit wobbly at first, but she cared as little about that as she did about the fact she was strutting around with a face covered in cum. In fact, the divine seed blessing her features made her grin proudly.

“Putting the actual best stick aside, this is the best stick!” the cow tomboy declared, pulling a huge piece of wood from the collection.

It could not really be classified as a stick anymore. By some occurrence of nature, what had been the base of the branch had become a knotted, massive bulb. Its girth narrowed until reaching a degree of thinness that was comfortable to hold. At the butt, it flared out again, forming somewhat of a pommel. In its entirety, the ‘stick’ looked like the kind of club one would find in the opening levels of a fantasy story.

“HA! HUuuuuuu-AH!” Selana shouted, whirling about with the club in hand. Heavy weapons were perfect for a cow tomboy like her, Alex found. She could put all of her weight and height behind the swing and her tits bounced magnificently in the aftermath. His cock, having barely began to go down, immediately rocketed back to full hardness.

Alex glanced over to Sofia, the last of the five tomboys involved in this argument. For once, his second sex slave was not focused on his immediate needs, instead standing at the edge of the room with her arms crossed and her gaze judgemental.

‘That’s too cute to interrupt her,’ the man of the island thought. Competition was the natural state of being for a tomboy, he wasn’t going to order her to tend to his manhood because he didn’t get his dick wet for five seconds. Same went for the other women in the room, who were now entirely focused on the stick comparison.

“Bro, that crude thing lacks any and all elegance,” Astrid declared.

“My stick would break your stick instantly.”

“Your stick makes you lame, with my stick I can dance around you and stab you!” the blonde raised her ‘sword’ to playfully demonstrate. Selana, equally unserious, tried to swat the ‘sword’ aside with her club. The ‘weapons’ never made contact. Neither wanted to risk actually breaking their cool sticks.

“You’re both wrong!” Amethyst declared. The slime woman had gone to the back of the storage chamber, retrieving a stick that was the length of her entire body. Though it lacked any impressive outgrowths, the pole was almost perfectly straight. “This is a marvel of nature! Behold its flexible yet rigid perfection! Whosha!”

Selana and Astrid jumped backwards as the polearm came down between them. Taking the floor, the purple tomboy, every bit as cum-coated as Selana, put on a demonstration of her spear-wielding skills. She was actually quite decent at it.

‘Just comes with the territory, I suppose,’ Alex thought.

“I-I found this one… I really like it.” Sara entered the competition with a short stick that consisted of a grip and a flat, round-ish body. If Alex was being charitable, it resembled a tennis racket, if he wasn’t, it was a paddle to spank her with. Considering Sara preferred to be treated a bit softer than most in the harem, it was probably the former. “It’s not as cool, I admit… but it’s mine!”

“You are all wrong!” Sofia declared with rare, absolute certainty. She strut past the posing tomboys, shifting aside several of the merely straight or gently curved sticks to grab something she had deliberately hidden.

It was a gorgeous piece of wood, not a stick but a sapling that had not made it past infancy. The roots formed a protective basket around a slender grip while the thin trunk made for a straight ‘blade’ it was a rapier, naturally grown.

“...Okay, that is a pretty cool stick,” Astrid agreed. “But longswords are cooler than rapiers!”

“All swords are cool!” Sofia snapped back. “Look at this guard! Look at how cool these overlapping roots are!”

“Your elaborate designs pale before the might of the big club!” Selana declared.

“I could, uhm… launch rocks at you with this?” Sara suggested.

“You could spank her with it,” Amethyst voiced the idea that had been jumping around in Alex’s head. “And as you do, I will poke you all into submission from a safe distance.”

“I have the coolest stick!” Sofia declared.

“Nope,” Selana disagreed with a smug smirk. “I’m covered in Master’s cum, so I win.”

“S-so am I!” Sara only realized what an absurd idea it was to use the presence of his seed to solve arguments after she had agreed with it. “N-n-not that that proves anything!” she tried to backpedal.

“It proves everything,” Amethyst scooped up a drop threatening to run down her chin and sucked it off her finger.

Astrid shook her head. “Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-huh!” Selana responded similarly immaturely.

“Master!” Sofia turned his way. Her eyes momentarily dashed to his unattended erection. A shadow of lust and guilt hushed over her features, but it was wrestled down immediately. The proper reaction, he really did not want her to actually turn into a cocksleeve first, person second. The other way around was so much more satisfying. “You decide which of us has the coolest stick!”