Tomboy Island

The day was fading and darkness was settling over the land. There were still one or two more hours of activity to be had before they would all come together for dinner and their pre-sleep orgy. One or two hours that Alex would continue to use to chat with his women.

At the moment, he was sitting on one of the many balconies of the Tree of Harem Life. With him were Sofia, Niara and Kiara, all three of them huddling up to him for warmth. Though the weather was tropical, a rainy night like this could dip below temperatures that were optimally enjoyed naked.

“Hey, Kiara?” Alex raised his voice.

“Mhm?” The shortstack tilted her head back. She half laid on his chest, her face upside down while she looked at him upside down. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering what made you agree to the Cult idea? I was too enticed by you kneeling to ask it earlier.”

“You would be,” the bratty, Irish dwarf mocked her Master, then crossed her arms under her tits. She made it a point to push them up as she thought, giving Alex a whole lot to look at. Sofia and Niara, attached to his side, nuzzled a little closer. Independently, they both grabbed their hand of the man of the island and placed it invitingly on their butts.

Alex’s dick stirred from its rest. Even before it was fully hard, Kiara enveloped him with her thick thighs. Hips rose and fell in a simple rhythm. Smooth skin glided over his erection. “Your god is pleased,” he groaned, an echo of laughter in his voice.

“Yeah, yeah.” Kiara rolled her eyes. “I agreed because Evelyn, Selana and this crazy woman…” She poked Sofia with her elbow. “...all insisted I do. They were yelling about your divinity all day!”

“That’s not the actual reason,” the fencer muttered into Alex’s ear.

Alex chuckled at the ‘revelation’. “Obviously not.”

He thrust up between Kiara’s thighs. Precum and the flow from her honeypot had coated his length. Pleasant as the warmth of her legs was, he preferred the tunnel between them. Understanding this, the shortstack pushed herself up his length. A hand pressed the engorged head into her quim, then the orange-haired tomboy descended. Despite her minute size, she took the entirety of his length into her depths without hesitation.

“So… big…” Kiara muttered.

“Tell the truth,” Niara… requested? The wolf woman continued to use words as a limited currency and her delivery was enigmatic. “What made you convert?”

“By Master…” Kiara gasped between annoyed and aroused. The brat did enjoy being pressed. She could deny it all she wanted but it was still true. “Okay, fine! I didn’t – ah – just convert because I was being harassed.”

“H-harassed?” Sofia squeaked, scandalised. “We were just advertising the truth.”

“Yeah, that’s about… about the core of the matter.” Kiara only had a few hitches in her voice, the speed of her rising and filling bottom gentle. “I can deny it all I want, it simply is true that Alex… is not just a man. He’s THE man, our man, something… more!” She cried out. “Oooohhh… that scratches the… itch.”

“That’s it?” Niara asked.

“That’s it.” For whatever reason, Kiara switched to PR voice while she was riding him. “Simple answer, isn’t it? It’s also the one you get. You can only see so many miracles and deny that you should worship your man with more than sandwiches. When you land a god, you better treat him like one so he can treat you like the mother of demigods you are going to be.”

The matter of fact response made something click in Niara’s head. She glided from Alex’s side to the floor. Sofia let out a pleased moan, “You see the truth too?”

Niara let her posture be her response. She knelt down, put two hands on the ground, and then fluidly lowered her head, raising her ass in equal measure. The deeply suggestive prostration had Alex’s cock twitch inside Kiara. His empty hand immediately grabbed the freckled woman’s waist, demanding a higher tempo.

“I acknowledge your divinity, Master,” Niara said, plain and simple. “I support the formation of the Cult.”

Sofia moaned again, louder, her fingers pumping in and out of her slit rapidly. She was getting off on the Cult expanding even harder than Alex did.

“Help Kiara get her reward for converting you,” he ordered.

Niara raised her head gradually, her brown eyes glassy with desire. Eager tongue outstretched, she first weighed his heavy balls with her mouth, then administered a series of kisses to Kiara’s inner thighs. Her tongue flicked over the short woman’s clit, precision strikes between bounces, adding the electrifying stimulation of the button to the deep satisfaction of thorough penetration.

The entanglement was simple and short. Alex was already at the edge of bursting, only holding on until Kiara’s cunt clenched around him. Screaming into the approaching night, Kiara squirted all over Niara’s face. Spurts of semen pumped into her, each another pledge to make good on the promise to put a demigod into this cultist’s surrendered womb.

This was the best life.

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The end of the day crawled towards Alex, but it hadn’t quite reached him yet.

Lying on his back, he yawned. He fought off the light tiredness, brought about by the inaction of the last couple of hours. He chased it away by sliding off the comfortable couch and getting on the ground. A couple of sit-ups got his heartbeat up. The sleeping schedule was clear: orgy first, satisfied slumber after. He would not violate that sacred agreement.

‘It might be actually sacred soon,’ he thought.

“Yo,” Blair greeted him, then plopped down on the couch. “Killing time?”

“You could say that,” Alex agreed and stopped. With his pulse quickened, the encroaching drowsiness had retreated. He didn’t want to continue until he was actually tiring his muscles.

The succubus glanced at his cock. Conditioning put him at half-mast from just her existing next to him. Between his endless supply of cum and his libido getting satisfied whenever he cared to, his body had simply learned to always be ready. Alex directed his gaze at the ceiling so he would not be aroused too much by the red woman’s thighs.

“You don’t want me to suck you off?” the semen demon asked.

“Do you want to suck me off?” he returned the question.

“With the orgy this close? No.”

“That is my thought process as well.”

“Oh hey,” a second tomboy joined them. Sara approached them with bouncy steps.

‘Even her shins are attractive,’ Alex found himself thinking. ‘So much leg to this bunny girl…’

Playfully, Sara hopped over him, then sat down next to Blair. The two laughed lightly, a gorgeous sound, while they rubbed shoulders and bumped thighs. A typical greeting ritual in the harem. It was like the skin of one tomboy was magnetic for another.

“You are also fleeing the demonstration?” Blair asked.

“Y-yeah,” Sara agreed.

“Demonstration?” Alex asked. He had ended up on his lonesome after Sofia had decided to walk away for a bit. That even one of his most devoted sex slaves had no problem leaving him on his own was a good sign as far as the man of the island was concerned. Another bit of proof that their devotion was not to the detriment of their own desires.

“Just a bunch of the girls showing off their skills.” Blair rested her head on her knuckles. The tip of her tail tapped on the cotton seat. “Us two have little to show off.”

“I found that one racket-shaped stick but… we don’t really have a ball to play with… o-or a second racket,” Sara muttered.

“And I haven’t found anything to ride yet.” The succubus glared at both Alex and Sara, silencing the obvious pun before it could leave them. “I hope we will come across something eventually.”

“Chances aren’t bad,” Alex answered. They encountered bears, gorillas, fairies and sword-carrying tortoises, among many other things. It would have been weirder if they never met a horse or rideable deer or whatever else. “Does it bother you to be stuck with… pardon the word ‘useless’ sports?”

“No,” Blair answered instantly.

“A-a little…” Sara muttered. “I’m… pretty good at throwing things…”

“You helped a lot with that bear.” Alex was quick to encourage her. It was easy, because it was true.

“T-thanks… still, I don’t think I will ever get to benefit from what I did… tennis isn’t exactly a sport for the wilderness…”

To that, Alex had nothing nice to say, so he said nothing at all. She was basically right. Tennis was a luxury sport that could only crop up in a modern society. Running, swimming, climbing, even rhythmic gymnastics had practical applications. That being said, tennis at least had trained Sara’s thighs to be magnificent, so it was still better than doing no sport at all.

“Y-you aren’t bothered at all by this…?” Sara asked Blair.

“I was. Initially.” Blair traced one of the intricate black marks on her arm up to her shoulder. “Then the transformations started and I realized that our previous history won’t matter that much. We are becoming more than what we were. I do want to integrate what I am already good at into what is coming, but I won’t be bound by past expectations.”

“That’s… such a good way to look at this.” Cutely Sara kicked the air. She looked at the ceiling, lost in thought. “Maybe I should ask Jane to give me bow training… I have good hand-eye coordination, so that can probably translate.”

“A good idea,” Alex said. “If you feel that’s your path forwards.”

“I’m not quite sure yet… I’ll have to think about it.”

“And I will keep looking for horse-shaped things,” Blair remarked.

They chatted a little more, then eventually went to the dining room. The evening gathering was shorter than usual. Alex gave a unified summary of the events of the day for everyone, just to stitch together the bits and pieces they had heard over the last few hours.

Fought a bear, found a totem, destroyed the totem, came back, smithed some stuff, that was basically the summary of the day. Once he had finished that topic, he changed to the other elephant in the room. “Evelyn, Tess, I can practically see you two twitching with the need to comment on the Cult.

“Secondary only to the need to serve you, Master,” Evelyn purred, giving his dick a hungry glance. He had elected to wait until the orgy and he was sticking to it, so he just gestured for the dragoness to continue. “It is my understanding that the establishment of the Cult is not yet a unanimous matter?”

“It is not,” Blair was the first to answer.

“I think,” Charlotte followed up, “I can speak for all of us sceptics when I say that it’s not that we don’t see the reasons for it, we just aren’t convinced yet.”

“Essentialyl,” Jane echoed.

“Indeed,” Valeria also affirmed.

Those four were the only ones who held back on supporting the idea of the Cult outright which was… pretty ridiculous. The idea had been born this morning and out of sixteen members of his harem only four weren’t sure if they wanted to treat him as their living idol. No one took even a weak stance against it.

“We will continue making the case tomorrow,” Evelyn promised. “For now, we are only talking about the establishing of the Cult. Doctrines of it will be subject to further debates.”

“And all of them must be unanimous,” Tess added. “That’s the will of our Master.”

There were nods all around the table, including from Alex himself. A short silence followed. No one had anything else to bring up. Which meant… it was time for the orgy.

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