Tomboy Island

Alex decided to spend a little ‘me’ time in the uppermost level of the canopy. He laid on the balcony, below a protective branch, and just listened to the rain drum on the leaves. That was interesting for about ten minutes. After that, he found himself craving tomboy company again.

There was only so much time he could spend contemplating his life when living his life was so fantastic.

Following the moans of a sapphic engagement, the man of the island soon found another cluster of 5 of his women engaged in the usual unity of lewdness and casual talk. The moans came from Evelyn, who was currently being used to demonstrate that Blair’s oral skills did not stop at cocks.

“Oh… Master… oh… MASTER!” The dragoness cried, her hips rolling against Blair’s red mouth. A look of utter dedication on her face, the succubi kept tongue-fucking her fellow tomboy. Whatever she was doing, it was REALLY working for Evelyn. The brunette threw her head back, a last scream getting stuck in her throat. Pussy juices squirted from her cunt, getting eagerly lapped up by the succubus.

“Speaking of Master,” Tess purred when he stepped into the chamber. “Summoned by our worship?”

“Is this worship?” he asked. “Seems like you are just having fun without me.”

“Well, we are.” Tess laid on her side on one segment of the local couch. A hand glided over her hips, guiding his eyes to the sinful swing of her wide bottom. Her pale hourglass was made to draw in male attention. The mixture of sarcastic goth and honest tomboy did the rest, turning her into one of 16 perfect women he got to share an island and a life with. “Or were, rather, I think Blair has proven her point.”

“The point being that she can make each of you squirt with her tongue?” Alex took an educated guess. Between the scent of sex in the air, Evelyn’s state, and the lingering wetness of the other three, it really wasn’t difficult.

“Precisely,” Tess assured.

“Master, I love women,” Yahui sighed.

“Tomboys,” Alex corrected. “We love tomboys.”

The gathered group laughed lightly. Alex found a seat between Tess and Valeria. The tall tiger woman immediately attached herself to his side, pressing quiet kisses on his neck. That was as lewd as things went. It seemed he caught them in a lull and he was… well, he was never drained, but he was satisfied for the moment.

“I was ruminating a bit up in the canopy,” he broke the silence. It had been a tranquil one, but he liked talking to them that much more. “About what we do after these islands.”

“We are staying in the supernatural world.” Blair presented the answer with a raised eyebrow. “We agreed on this. All of us. At once.”

Alex chuckled at the memory of them all organically coming to the same conclusion. It had been the morning after he had added the last of them to his harem officially and one of the most overt signs that all of them were just made for each other. “Yes, we are,” he confirmed his keeping to that pledge. “Even if we can hide our new forms, I don’t want to permanently live in a society that wouldn’t accept the way we live.” He focused on each of them in turn. “I am not giving up the casual nudity.”

“Yeah… that’s the biggest eyebrow-raiser for the normies…” Tess drawled sarcastically. “The nudity.”

“Putting my jokes aside...” Alex had to stop for a moment. The kisses on his neck had come to an end and now Valeria tilted her head to the side. It would have been rude not to repay her in kind, so he put a couple of hickeys on her deep brown, striped skin. “What I was getting at,” he continued, “is that we are – hopefully – not going to be shackled to these islands when all of this is over. We can move.”

“There obviously must be a period of exploration,” Evelyn stated. “We have no idea what the wider magical world looks like.”

Tess nodded to that. “Which we can assume exists, because we keep running into outside actors weighing in.”

The Chinese acrobat among them counted a couple of examples on her fingers. “That incubus lord, the angels you saw in that one vision, the eldritch horrors singing to you, the various fairies we encountered…”

“Indeed,” Alex agreed. “So we want to explore?”

“To a limited degree,” Valeria cautioned, to the raised eyebrows of the rest. “Look, girls, I know we all like adventure, but the way things are going we’ll be on a breeding rotation the second that curse gets lifted.”

“Wise words,” Blair stated. “Probably best to keep it slow.”

“We definitely need a home base,” Alex agreed.

“Not China,” Yahui was very quick to state. “I don’t care if we have a magical dome protecting us, I am not risking it.”

“Master, you really hate your home, don’t you?” Valeria asked.

“Yes,” Yahui returned bluntly. “I lived for the ‘glory’ of a party that never cared about me. Only a revolution would get me to set foot in that country again.”

“Not China then,” Alex stated. “Other thoughts?”

“Personally, I have been rather enjoying the tropics,” Tess stated, to Evelyn and Valeria’s immediate agreement. That was quite funny, considering those two had the complexion to withstand this sun – Tess did not. She had a paleness most goths had to apply makeup for. “That is, with the protections afforded by magic.”

“Yeah, not having to fear sunburn makes everything better,” Yahui agreed.

“Casual nudity,” Evelyn echoed her Master’s earlier statement. “The tropics make it entirely possible. Superhuman as we are, we could probably pull off the same in colder climates. I don’t want to.”

“I would like more dry heat,” Blair suggested. “Not too dry, we don’t want dust, but this place is a bit too wet for my liking.”

“I get what you mean,” Alex agreed. As a New Englander, he was used to rain, but tropical rain was something different entirely in its intensity. Sweat-slick tomboys were hot, so that made up for it. All the other disadvantages of humidity did not. Sometimes it felt like every surface around had a thin film of water on it. “Somewhere a little less tropical. Somewhere in Greece, maybe?”

“That’s the new god in you talking,” Evelyn remarked. “Quiet him. He’s second to your magnificence.”

“Can we not preach for ten minutes?” Valeria requested, her cat ears flicking in irritation. “I am about to start opposing you because you won’t shut up about it.”

“Tsk.” Evelyn clicked her tongue. “Fine.”

Their talk continued, drifting from one place to another.

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Just by remaining seated there, Alex eventually had a whole different conversation at his hands – with different people as well. Evelyn, Blair, Tess and Valeria shuffled out one after another. In an equally gradual measure, Charlotte, Astrid, Amethyst and Selana moved in.

“Master, sitting next to you is so nice,” Selana sighed.

“You know, that is a bit confusing when you aren’t sitting next to me,” Alex pointed out. “This whole ‘praying to a guy that is present’ thing has some verbal difficulties.”

“You can suffer those, like I suffer these for you.” Selana lifted up her pair of beyond-double-Ds. Usually that was followed by them bouncing back into a resting position. At this moment, she kept them raised, sighing with relief as cold air from Yahui’s hands drifted to the parts of her skin usually covered by her breasts’ overhang. “Thank you.”

“If you want to repay me, how about a direct application?” Yahui suggested.

“Go right ahead,” Selana invited, then shivered as the ice snake’s hands took hold of the yielding mountains of flesh. Even a straight tomboy would have derived some enjoyment from kneading that much dough. The members of the harem were halfway to gay.

While Selana mooed in pleasure, Yahui treated herself to a drink. If the cow tomboy wasn’t supposed to serve as a milk bar, why was she lactating without a child? Plus, it was delicious. Alex could only imagine it was as thick and rich as his cum was to his haremettes. They described him as tastier when asked. Obviously, he wasn’t going to compare personally.

“Do you guys think our powers are weird sometimes?” Astrid asked.

“I think they’re unfairly distributed!” Charlotte jumped at the opportunity to complain. “I get blue markings and a fluffy tail and you get to fly, how is that fair?”

“I don’t fly, I get to hover for a few metres at a time.”

“Potato, potahto.” The water vixen smacked Alex’s broad chest with the back of her hand. “And then there’s this demigod of a guy who just gets ALL the goodies.”

Amethyst gently put her hands on the other side of Alex’s chest. “Let the man be the strongest in the household. It’s sexy.”

“I don’t even disagree with that in the slightest, but it’s quite a gulf!” Charlotte spoke in that particular tone of voice people used when they dramatised a minor complaint for effect. “I mean, why does he get all that power? Is it just because he’s the guy around?”

“It’s… mhmm…” Selana moaned one last time when Yahui detached from her nipple. “It’s obviously got something to do with that ‘Mongrel’ business.”

“I am a seventh son, so that might also be a multiplying factor,” Alex suggested. Though he wasn’t uncomfortable with how much stronger he was than his woman, physically and magically, he had also been thinking why he was this much ahead. “My read on it is that it is my ‘Mongrel’ lineage and, well, men are just stronger, so.”

“It’s not a big gap in swimming,” Charlotte pointed out.

“Still a gap though,” Alex held.

The verbal exchange became a physical slap fight of the most playful variety. Charlotte fought with both hands, he with one (too busy squeezing Amethyst’s ass with the other). The childish smacking ended when he gave the French tomboy a lazy shove. She was almost sent on her back by that alone.

Charlotte laughed and got back upright. “Okay, I surrender the ‘men are stronger’ point.”

“Now, will you bow before the chosen one?” Yahui asked.

“Nope, I ain’t there yet.” Charlotte simply denied.

“Ignoring me, I think powers should be fairly evenly distributed,” Alex stated. “Though I agree it doesn’t seem immediately intuitive. Astrid being able to fly – hover.” He corrected himself before the tomboy could. “Feels more flashy, but you can swim a lot faster now, right?”

“Definitely would get that gold medal,” Charlotte sighed. “There’s also this.” She raised an index finger and concentrated. The abundant moisture in the air was concentrated into a hovering sphere of water. It reached the size of a golf ball before her focus broke and the water fell down on her hand. “Water bolt!” Flicking her hand, she launched droplets at Alex’s face.

“I can do better than that,” Amethyst boasted, effortlessly pulling together a water ball the size of a basketball.

“Yeah, but you got that Shiulrach essence,” Charlotte stated.

“Indeed,” Amethyst agreed. “It propelled me forwards, but I do not believe that I, or any of you, are near the limits.”

“What are our limits?” Yahui raised up one of her legs. Scales crept up the length, immediately followed by a short-lived layer of perspiration freezing on them. Her control over temperature was not strong enough, yet, to keep that ice from melting almost as quickly as it had formed. “It is beginning to be an interesting question, isn’t it?”

“After seeing Alex drag that altar earlier, definitely,” Astrid echoed. “That was solid rock. The rest of us have been getting waaaaaaaay stronger too… some of us more than others.”

“Hey, you get magic and flying, I get to lift stuff,” Selana stated when the other girls turned to her. Her delicious milk was one boon, the strength of a bovine another. In terms of raw power, Selana was probably the second strongest person around. Valeria was her only real competition, now imbued with a tiger’s might. Evelyn was also up there, but some of that draconic might must have been rerouted to the defences offered by her scales. Same went for Tess and her limited flight.

“Will you be able to create hurricanes with your punches by the end of this?” Charlotte wondered. “Are we going full DBZ with this?”

Shaking her head, Yahui offered her opinion. “The most educated guesses we can make are Shiulrach and the Death Willow. Both are clearly capable of changing the environment with their power, but neither has managed that much. Granted, Shiulrach was shackled, and we still do not know the extent of the Death Willow’s influence over the rest of these islands, but the fact that life continues to exist and, largely, thrive on these islands means that even the, presumably, strongest entity around cannot exterminate an archipelago.”

“A good analysis,” Alex agreed. “On that logic, the upper end is something like enough power to cleave a hill, in an immediate application, and change a landscape with slower and deliberate usage?”

No one could answer that question, because none of them actually knew. “I hope it’s a bit more than that,” Charlotte said. “If we don’t have at least one big beam struggle before we are done here, I’ll be so disappointed.”

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