Tomboy Island

“That was already decided,” Alex responded with a growing smirk. He rose to his full height, taking a bit of masculine satisfaction from the way even the tallest of them had to lightly tilt their heads back. “The best stick is right here.” Their gazes wandered down from his face, following the dramatic, double-handed gesture towards his cock.

Selana snorted. “YOU said that was outside the spirit of the question, bro.”

“Yeah, dude!” Astrid agreed. “That’s a cop-out.”

They were entirely correct. However, Alex had a way to dissuade them from hooking into his hypocrisy and to avoid making him choose one of them. “Good girls get on their knees.”

His commanding tone required a second to register. There was a shift in the air, the competitiveness yielding to the sexually submissive spirit of the harem. Alex had not wanted to interrupt tomboys being tomboys, but now that they had dragged him into it, the man of the island would do man of the island things.

Selana was the first to drop, her submissive instincts simply that much sharper than the rest of the harem. The other four were close behind. Wood met the floor as sticks were put down.

“Very good;” Alex clapped his hands. “Good girls get on their toes and spread their legs for their Master.” The five of them acted in unison, Selana’s advantage removed now that all of them were primed for obedience. They adjusted their pose according to his wishes. Pussies dripped with rising arousal, moans flowing from their lips as his voice rewarded them with pleasure. “Nice, nice… good girls put their hands on the back of their heads and present their mouths.”

Slime, cow, fairy, rabbit and weapon tomboy, all alike, followed his instructions. Their asses rested on their raised heels. Their backs curved, presenting their spread of tit-sizes from washboard to milk bar. Tongues hung over parted lips, their fingers interlocking at the back of their heads. The posture required good balance and decent muscles to hold.

‘Thank God for tomboys,’ Alex thought, drinking in the jaw-dropping view. Then, he approached the first of the five. Unceremoniously, he grabbed Sofia’s head and began violating her throat.

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

The brunette’s eyes rolled up. Her throat was finally reaching that degree of sensitivity where his use of it alone was enough to make her climax. She was a far shot from the perfect, multi-orgasmic comfort hole, but she would get there within… a week, two tops. She was a very motivated learner.

After just a few minutes, he pulled out, leaving her gasping for more and sufficiently turned on to turn her brain into pliable mush. Immediately, Alex turned to Astrid. “You’re a very good girl, waiting all patiently for me like that,” he praised her.

That alone was almost enough to make the submissive blonde cum. She loved his praise almost as much as she loved his cock inside her. Her throat became his sheathe next.

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

The obscene sounds of facefucking echoed in the large chamber. The ‘longsword’ laid on the ground, forgotten. An occasional spray of ecstatically released love fluids marked the curiously shaped wood.

Even while he made her throat bulge, Astrid obediently kept her hands on the back of her head. Pink hearts appeared, replacing her pupils. One of those fairy shenanigans that Alex had no need to have explained to him. All he needed to do was keep fucking her throat until she, too, was completely out of it.

He could have stopped at that point. The other three were panting, his point was made, their competition forgotten, but why not complete the set while he was at it?

Selana was next, shaking her top left to right in excitement when he approached. “No need to entice me more,” Alex joked and grabbed her by her bovine horns. They made for such perfect handles while he used her throat. A perfect sex slave by intuition, Selana was blessed with many things but innately knowing how to suck him off optimally had not been among those things.

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

Well, that was a thing of the past now. Even being put into the position of a relief tool, she managed to worship him just as he liked it. The muffled words in her throat, the massaging motions of her tongue, the mixture of gazing lovingly and losing control over her fluttering eyelids, all of that was exactly what he wanted to see, hear and feel.

Tempted as he was to finish inside her, he stopped after just a few minutes with her as well, leaving the ground beneath her hovering cunt wet with juices and her already cum-stained face glistening with fresh precum and frothing spit.

Amethyst moaned from the mere presence of his gaze on her. “My divine Master, bringer of joy to womankind!” she prayed as he approached. “My throat is you-”

He did not let her finish, stuffing his length into her without hesitation. The inside her semi-translucent throat was simultaneously the same and different from regular women. There was an extra sliminess to it all, a lubrication that worked together with the light alienness of just how tight and massaging it all was.

Though that familiarity with human throats vanished quite quickly. As Alex fucked her face, balls smacking against her chin with every thrust, the walls around him… flowed. It was like he was getting a full-cock massage by a hot river. It wasn’t quite on Blair’s level of draining, but it felt incredible all the same.

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

With immense discipline, Alex managed to tear himself away before he came. “Thaaank youuuuu for ushing meeeeeeeee,” Amethyst slurred, shivering from the last orgasm still rampaging through her.

Alex turned to Sara.

“Uhm… I don’t know if…”

“You can do this,” he assured her. “You can change to a more relaxed pose if you want to.”

Sara slowly nodded, putting her hands against his thighs instead when he approached. WIth her, he was quite a bit gentler. He let her ‘nibble’ on the engorged head of his cock first, letting her grow accustomed to the girth before gradually and insistently advancing.

GLACK!

A singular depraved sound was all he dared coax out of her before withdrawing again. He pulled all the way back out of her throat, let her recover, then pushed back in. Patiently, he used her like this, pushing her to the boundary of what she was currently capable of without turning her into a coughing mess.

Sara’s body tensed up, her eyes rolling unevenly as a sudden, powerful surge of erotic energy jolted through her nervous system. Grinning, Alex watched the tomboy have her first oral orgasm. Everyone was developing splendidly.

At the top of his game, Alex was still a ways away from climaxing when he stopped utilising the Spaniard’s throat as his comfort hole. He clapped his hands, getting everyone’s attention for a simple question. “What is the best stick?”

“Cooooooock!” Selana mooed immediately.

“Your sword, Master,” Sofia echoed.

“Definitely your hallowed cock.”

“Y-yeah, your stick is the best stick.”

“The greatest.”

Alex nodded to the swift affirmations of Amerthyst, Sara and Astrid. “Very good, then…”

“What do I hear about the best stick?”

The arrival of a sixth tomboy on the scene caused them all to turn their heads. Janette met their gazes with her typical coldness. The short-haired dryad had a hand on her hips and a brow atop her blue eyes raised.

“You attempt to decide who has the coolest stick without the stick expert?” Janette gestured at her wooden antlers. “Foolishness, women, foolishness.”

The group heard the declaration of the Latina, exchanged glances, and then things simply… happened.

Amethyst and Selana jumped to their feet, charging the olympic martial artist rapidly. It was sudden enough that even Janette produced a surprised ‘GWUAK!’ sound. While she was pushed towards Alex, the man of the island found himself getting moved to the seat of vine, wood and cotton that was a fixture in basically every open space inside the Tree of Harem Life. Sofia, Sara and Astrid all worked together to womancoax him into the position they had ordained.

“There!” Amethyst declared, her and Selana pulled Janette down between Alex’s legs. “Isn’t that the coolest, hottest, best stick ever?”

“Coolest and hottest is an oxymoron…” Janette muttered, her voice tinged by the distraction his throbbing erection posed. She looked a bit silly, so close to his shaft that her eyes went a bit crossed. “It’s decent.”

“No, no, no, no,” Selana disagreed. “We know what you’re about, throat slut.”

“You’re just… thirsting for his cum,” Sara joined in on the sudden bullying. “You want that… delicious sap!”

“He is pretty delicious…” Janette’s resolve was melting rapidly and who could blame her? Sofia and Astrid also joined Sara, Selana and Amethyst on the floor, the five of them forming a cock-drunk cocoon around the late arrival.

“That’s your Master’s stick,” Astrid purred.

“His divine sword, ready to slay any doubts regarding his divinity,” Sofia whispered, her hand gliding over Janette’s ass and then disappearing behind the curvature. The wet, slick sounds were subtle and yet unmistakeable. “Admit to his divinity.”

“N-no… I’m not…” Janette meekly whispered, drooling all the while. Her nostrils flared, her head tilted closer towards his sack. She stopped herself. Amethyst and Selana grabbed her antlers and pushed her the rest of the way. “Oooooohhhhh,” she sighed, before taking a depraved breath.

“That’s right, let that godly musk fill you,” Selana whispered.

Amethyst nibbled on Janette’s ear. “That’s the scent of the demigods he’ll pump into us.”

“M-maybe you’re right but–”

“She needs a demonstration!” Sara declared. To everyone’s and yet no one’s surprise, the shy bunny tomboy grabbed the sides of Janette’s head from behind, then aggressively moved her up Alex’s shaft. By pure instinct, Janette dragged her tongue along his length. There was no lingering at the tip. She was immediately shoved down his length, her slutty throat enveloping in all of its heat.

Janette came instantly, audibly squirting all over Sofia’s pumping fingers. The fencer giggled approvingly, especially when Astrid’s hand joined her in the effort. While those two were fingering the dryad’s pussy and flicking her clit, Selana, Amethyst and Sara worked together to drag and shove the Latina like she was just a cocksleeve they used to spice up a handjob.

“Ffffffuck!” Alex cussed, the pleasure overwhelming. He was staying his tongue otherwise, not wanting to weigh in on what clearly was a conversion ritual. The whispers of his women were so much more persuasive than anything he could have said anyhow.

“Why be coy?” “Accept the truth.” “Master is Master and Master is divine.” “Just his precum alone is blessed.” “You’re cumming sooooo much.” “Give in.” “Be a good girl.” “Your throat makes such cute noises when you get impaled by him.” “Join the Cult.” “Support the Cult.” The Cult of Master.” “One of us.” “You are already and you know it.” “It’s inevitable, just like your next orgasm.” “Good girls pray to their Master.”

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

The depraved symphony of whispers and the abuse of Janette’s throat was too much. Alex neared the finale. All his tomboys, his worshippers, did in response was double down on how much they used Janette. The dryad made a multitude of noises, all of them orgasmic, none of them a complaint.

When his cum surged up his shaft, it did so explosively. The five witnessing tomboys giggled drunkenly when they saw his manhood pulse. They kept Janette’s lips around his glans, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as he pumped rope after rope of his seed into her mouth. Even with her eyes half-closed and her body glistening from the strain of overlapping climaxes, she remembered not to swallow without permission.

Selana stroked his shaft a couple of times to get the last couple of drops into her. It really did not matter how often he had cum today already, the load Janette presented when she was carefully pulled away from his cock was just as enormous as the last ten he had deposited inside women that day. Her tongue eagerly swirled the thick white. They really just loved tasting it.

“Swallow,” he permitted and ordered.

Janette did so swiftly, greedily, and was hit with a last, truly intense orgasm for it. Stuck between her fellow haremettes, the dryad had nowhere to go with her thrashing spasms. She was right there, quivering, trembling, squirting all over the floor and the fingers of Astrid and Sofia. More hands roamed over the rest of her curves while the zealots of the not-yet-officiated Cult whispered yet more sweet words into her ear.

“That’s the truth.” “That’s the seed that MUST multiply.” “Taste the sweet divinity.” “Ambrosia, r-really.” “A divine tree producing divine fruit.” “The best stick, right?” “Isn’t it?” “Isn’t it the greatest stick?” “Say it’s a divine stick.” “Come on, Janette, ya know ya want to.” “Do it like the others.”

Janette was panting now, her orgasm slowly fading. She had a semblance of focus back in her eyes. A raised hand was the gesture for everyone else to back off. Once she had the space, without hesitation, the dryad prostrated herself. Her shapely hips were up in the air, her forehead rested on the back of her fingers, and the only word to describe her posture, in all of her sweat-covered, post-orgasmic quivering, was venerating.

“They’re right… your cock is divine.”

Alex had no choice but to fuck them all until they couldn’t stand anymore afterwards.