Tomboy Island

“To the bedroom,” Alex ordered. The change in his cadence caused a shared shiver among all of the tomboys. Thoughts retreated to the back of their minds as submissive instincts took over. The man of the island desired them. Nothing else mattered now.

Just the act of following him through the corridors made their pussies drool. They walked, for once, the brisk pace Alex dictated too quick to follow on all fours. He did not correct them, for there was nothing to correct. At the current pace, he would be assigned the status of their god by tomorrow night at the latest. The idea was making him way too horny. Precum dripped from his erection as he climbed the steps. The most depraved of his harem licked the masculine essence off the floor. The magical status of the wood and the steady work of their eldritch servants made them confident in the cleanliness of it all.

The second he was in the bedroom, he grabbed the first woman within reach. Niara made barely any sound, not when he tossed her to the ground and not when he mounted her. Only when he penetrated her did she let out a lustful moan. It was a muted verbal reaction compared to the powerful quivers going through her body.

Alex rutted into the Kenyan wolf woman, pulling her hair like a leash as he did. “Who am I, slave?” His demanding tone reflected his sadistic mood.

“Master!” The quiet woman cried out, an orgasm hitting her like a freight train in that same moment. Her tongue lolled out. Panting slurred her repetitions of the word. “Mashterh, Mashtahr, Masssster, M-aah-ste-e-e-er!”

The pace he set was superhuman. A regular woman would not have been able to withstand the ass-rippling impacts of his titanic frame, but Niara was a wolf-eared tomboy. She thrust her hips back at him, only increasing the volume of the smacks. The watching harem collapsed onto the mattress, their knees weak from the sympathetic pleasure alone.

“Such a good bitch in heat,” Alex complimented her with a wild grunt.

“Woof!” Niara barked unprompted. It was every bit as amusing as it was hot. The silent tomboy looked over her shoulder, scarcely a spark of sapience left in her eyes. She really was just an obedient sex pet.

Alex continued to hammer her. At this pace, he would not last more than a few minutes, but that hardly mattered. The gaps between Niara’s orgasms became shorter and shorter, until they ceased to exist at all. She was dripping constantly, squirting occasionally, marking the sheets with the first signs of the orgy.

When he was close, he simply continued on until he sailed right over the edge. He stopped with his hips pressed against her bubble butt. The runner’s muscles tensed under the layer of plush, her velvety insides quivering and twitching as she let out a loud howl. The honour of receiving his blessed seed was the final nail in the coffin for her sanity this night. Every spurt into her womb prolonged the last orgasm and raised its peak even higher.

Alex pulled out as soon as the clenching folds let him. A last rope of his thick seed sprayed over her raised ass. The strong white rose starkly against the dark chocolate of her rear. The second he released her hair, she slumped forwards, remaining a twitching mess with her derriere high in the air.

Following his appetites, Alex backed away from the fucked silly wolf tomboy and went straight towards Kiara. “M-me?” the ginger stammered, her brattiness buried under the aggressiveness of his approach.

“Against the wall,” he ordered her. “Facing me.”

Kiara took several hasty steps backwards. “L-like I w-want to-” She tried to spin together a comment that would get a rise out of him. The Irish dwarf stopped, completely covered by his shadow, cast from the crystal ceiling. She gulped, then moaned as she squeezed her tits together for him.

The mountains of pale, freckled flesh formed a tight cleavage. Alex thrust up between them without a second thought. Submissively, Kiara drooled into her own cleavage, accelerating the speed at which her fat tits turned into a well-lubricated sex toy. She was at a wonderful height to give standing boob jobs.

Far from shy with her voice, Kiara chanted his title. “Master! Master! Oh fuck, your holy cock feels so good between my tits. You’re making your devoted shortstack… cum….!”

Kiara shivered all over, her sensitive tits sending powerful signals through her diminutive frame. Even getting her tits fucked provided her with more powerful orgasms than she had known in her life before this island.

Lewd, wet sounds filled the room. Hard cock glided through the valley of soft tit flesh. The other haremettes fingered themselves at a rapid pace. Those that were in support of the Cult, especially those zealously pushing for it, were much louder than those four that were not. They cried out his title, “Master, Master!” as they dissolved fully into the faith they had in their lustful deity. There was consensual sexual slavery and then there were genuine veneration of the dom. They believed, with all of their blessed hearts, that he would give them everything they wanted.

Alex was certainly proving that point, fucking Kiara’s super-sensitive tits until her legs became too wobbly to stand. With just the right level of aggression, he grabbed her upper arm. His fingers clenched the limb firm enough to be controlling but not so tight as to hurt her. After guiding her to the mattress, he released her.

Kiara was flat on the floor. She was a tiny cushion, a layer of springy flesh between her enormous Master and the soft mattress. Fucking her pronebone was one of those positions that really emphasized their size difference. The Irish dwarf all but disappeared beneath him. Her drenched folds accepted the full length of his cock despite this. He closed his eyes, opting to see nothing at all over the white sheets between his arms.

Another load rushed up his shaft, swiftly being dumped inside another happy cocksleeve. Kiara pushed out a small cascade of garbled syllables, her pussy clenching to milk him. When he was content, Alex pulled out.

Yahui was right there. He mashed his lips on hers, wrestling the Chinese ice lady to the ground. Her cold tongue and bottom-heavy curves fought back playfully. Like her unusual temperature, it was all quite pleasing. Slick with the juices of others, he pushed into her without a second thought. Her eyelids fluttered as she felt her Master’s cock once more.

It was a simple and swift manoeuvre. He grabbed her by the swell of her hips, then straightened up. Sharp cries and rhythmic claps filled the room as he fucked the snake tomboy missionary style. Conversion was hardly necessary, but it was the standard position for a reason. Hard, fast and deep, he fucked her until she was a squirming mess and his cum once more pumped into a new womb.

Janette was next. After simple sex, Alex craved a simple facefucking. The dryad read his intention without a single word, getting on her knees and tilting her head back with practised submission. “Relieve yourself, my divine Master,” she offered, lust melting her usually reserved tone, and opened up wide. Horns grasped, Alex did just that, thrusting into her ready throat and using it like the comfort hole she was.

“You know where you belong,” Alex grunted, giving voice to his particularly dominant mood. “Around your owner’s cock. Guess even the most stoic tomboy yearns to be used.”

“Mhm-hm!” Janette’s hummed agreement vibrated around the pumping manhood. Muffled moans turned into muffled screams, the face fucking only growing more demanding. The orgasmic throat of the dryad rewarded her with every plunge down her upper hole. Her ass rose and fell as if she was riding him, animated by the electric jolts of pleasure.

The instinctive responses of her body only became more intense. Hips bucked to the rhythm of the facefucking. The overwhelming pleasure made her eyes roll. Wave after wave of climactic relief surged through her. Each plunge was another orgasm, bestowed upon her trembling frame. Her body was nothing but a convulsing mess within minutes, focused entirely on the sensation of getting her throat stuffed.

Alex gave her the same reward all of his tomboys got at the end of a day. A generous and just god would not leave their nudism and obedience unrewarded. He pumped their version of ambrosia down her throat, making her squirt one more time before he left her tight throat behind. She collapsed into a temporarily mindbroken pile of trembling, female flesh upon the release of her horns. Like the others, she moaned his praises while fingering her drenched pussy to the view of his continued conquests.

“Have I earned a reward?” Evelyn cooed when he headed towards her. “If so I-”

“Shut up,” he interrupted the haughty woman, who snapped her mouth shut with an audible clack. Widened eyes gleamed not with surprise but with raw arousal. All of that pride, channelled not into being his equal but into being his devoted cumdump. “A proper slave needs no reward. Get on all fours.”

Not daring to speak without permission, Evelyn did just that. She cried out in primal pleasure when he penetrated her from behind. The thick base of her bronze tail changed the shape of her ass slightly, but the human core remained intact with its twin spheres and the dripping slit between.

Alex grabbed the dragoness’ horns. The pull of his bulging arms forced her into a flat U-shape. Evelyn’s tongue lolled out. Her pussy tightened. All of her reacted to the domination with the utmost approval.

Alex wrecked her. The percussive impacts of his hips against her chocolate ass echoed in the room. Once more, his motions provided the rhythm to which all others pumped their fingers into cunts, be it their own or that of whoever they were lying next to. The scent of nubile women in the air was thick

Pussy juice squirted from Evelyn’s cunt over and over again. A final explosion marked the moment he pumped her full with her own share of the seed that night. He remained inside her tight pussy for as long his balls tightened, then departed with a smack to her ass. “Be proud, Evelyn, you please me.”

“Th-thank, Master!” the zealous dragoness exclaimed with the remnants of her thoroughly fucked mind.

Alex’s eyes swept across the room, finding Sofia and Amethyst. The two tomboys were stacked on top of each other, pussy to pussy, spreading the other’s womanhood for easy access. Among all the invitations, that one was the most immediately enticing.

Sofia was on top. He filled her first. The fencer was a sword and a sheath both. “You bless me with your favour, Master!” she exclaimed, then whimpered in loss when he swiftly pulled out of her.

“Oh, my most divine and alluring Master!” Amethyst cried when he stuffed her in turn.

Back and forth like that, coaxing their veneration out of them with every penetration, until they could no longer speak. They were making out for their own pleasure and upped the show for his viewing delight. Sofia got her load first, but he did not stop fucking them until he filled up Amethyst as well. The second he left them, they changed to the 69 position. Lapping the seed out of the honeypot of their fellow haremette was their nature as good, well-trained submissives.

Ashley was so entranced with the view, she didn’t realize it was her turn until Alex had already picked her up. Standing, he pushed the petite Asian woman down on his cock, then proceeded to pound her for everyone to see. Voyeurism had left her so horny that it took him even less effort than usual to make her squirt. Arcs of gushing pussy juice rained down on the sheets. Her small but wonderfully shaped rear rippled with every impact.

He was using her as a fleshlight, holding her small waist with both hands and simply moving her back and forth. She was much too short to reach the ground, turning her into nothing but a relief tool he was moving back and forth in unison with his thrusts. Ecstatic screams and a tight cunt were her contributions to being used. Alex did not mind at all, making her feel entirely at his whims was part of the fun for both of them.

Pulling her down one last time, Alex filled her pussy up with another massive load. It did not matter how many times he came, his balls never stopped providing an absurd quantity of cum. “G-glory to… Master,” she prayed, as the seed-induced orgasm fried the last of her brain cells for the night. When he placed her on the floor, her fellow thorough-fucked cocksleeves competed for the cum oozing from her.

Sara knelt close, so in awe at all of this that she had stopped fingering herself. Meeting the nervous gaze of the rabbit tomboy took a bit of the edge off. Reigning in his excess sadism, he approached the Spaniard with a head pat and a smile. He lowered her gently onto her back. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his torso, He hugged her tightly in kind.

“Y-you can use me hard and fast, Master…” Her shy whisper wiped away a good chunk of the control he had just found. He slammed into her, reminding her of the cock that had penetrated her several times over the course of that day. The follow-up was rapid, turning her swollen cunt into a squelching sleeve for his relief.

Words were fleeting, a concept that Sara soon forgot beneath the mating press. Thick thighs pressed needfully into Alex’s sides. Harder, faster, he moved until his hips were a blur. Sara submitted in love and faith, squirting each time his cock scraped over her sensitive spots. The tight hug and intense lovemaking were exactly what she wanted. The creampie was the natural endpoint.

“Thaaaaaank youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!” she cried out, feeling genuine gratitude for the boon of being filled with his essence. Alex felt the same, the relief he experienced from filling her, like any of his tomboys, was nothing short of a sublime revelation of his luck in life.

His cock kept tensing inside her for a little while. Finding her lips in a kiss, he let the tingling sensation of the loving wrestling of their tongues be his guide back to a calmer state of mind. Sara’s powerful legs only began to loosen when the last drop of his cum had been wrung out of him by her convulsing folds. It was like being milked by velvet.

Once he pulled out, Alex beheld his handiwork so far. Usually it took him a lot longer to get through the majority of his harem, but that night he had pounded out the first 9 in less than… 40 minutes? Alex still had to guess, it wasn’t as if they had a clock around.

‘Guess I can take it a little slower for the rest,’ he thought, directing his gaze to his next partner.