Tomboy Island

“Interesting,” Janette responded, after she had been given the breakdown of what they had found. Immediately after, she presented him with a different question. “Do you want the tree to be moved today, Master? What does your ‘divine will’ entail?”

She said it with a hint of sarcasm, but she was a supporter of the establishment of the Cult. The dichotomy between her words and actions was purely endearing to Alex. For the question… he needed a moment to think.

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[Just as a reminder where you are.

Also you have 15 Actions left. The thunder didn't affect you underground, logically.]

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Dice: 1d100

Options: Sum. Threshold: 90.

44 = 44 (Fail)

Nothing new in the already explored tile.

[13 Actions left]

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Dice: 1d100

36 = 36

"Something unfortunate happens, putting the party at risk of an injury that will last the rest of the day."

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Dice: 1d2+1

2 + 1 = 3

Difficulty 3, alright then.

This is essentially just a physical challenge, so I will just roll that.

Dice: 3d100+40

Options: Individual. Threshold: 67.

14,63,93 + 40 = 54,103,133 (2 successes!)

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“Let’s keep the tree here for now,” he decided. “It’s nice and central. The surrounding ashland is a bit annoying to navigate on foot, but it also makes it easy to spot approaches. I like that bit of security.”

“As you wish.” The dryad lowered her head. At first, Alex thought it was just a standard bow. It swiftly became clear that her goal was lower. Bent exclusively at the waist, the judo expert bent down and placed a venerating smooch on the head of his cock. Blood began to flow towards the flaccid member. “Save travels, Master.”

“Until later, my tomboy,” he responded with the highest compliment he could give. With a bit of a smirk on her lips, Janette turned around. The way she moaned when he gave her naked ass a quick swat betrayed that she had been expecting it. Well, when it came to parting smacks, he was predictable.

Tearing his eyes away from her swinging hips, Alex faced the doorway to the outside. Male instincts suggested he take a nice eyeful of his companions for the day, but he knew what the consequence of that would be. They had to head out at some point. “We’re going east,” he told everyone.

The problem of being at half-mast was quickly solved by the march. Even his supernatural and super-horny body could not maintain a hard-on while fighting against the rain. The grey curtain was omnipresent, swallowing up most features of the landscape. The Tree of Harem Life remained visible for quite a while, courtesy of its red leaves and orange glowing bits.

Alex trusted his inbuilt sense of direction. Still, he wasn’t complaining about that landmark in his back. Coming across the shattered totem from the day before confirmed they were heading in the right direction.

The slurry of ash was gradually replaced by grass past that point. “That’s a lot nicer to walk on!” Sofia shouted over the winds.

“Exhausting still!” Blair shouted back. The wind had turned to blow in their faces. They had formed a column, Alex’s broad form at the front. His wind shadow only provided so much cover and the storm was in a frenzy.

A lightning strike momentarily illuminated the darkened day, allowing Alex a glimpse past the grey curtain. It was all flatland… all except for something atop a gently sloped hill. Thunder rumbled. Another flare of light arched across the sky. The shadow of a structure lay in the distance.

“Shelter!” Alex screamed. “I’ll walk a little faster!”

Large strides brought him closer and closer to his goal. He kept glancing over his shoulder. Each time he was met by the sight of rapidly strutting women in a perfect row, faces filled with determination. Alex knew exactly why he loved tomboys. Through thunder and rain, they marched with him with not a peep of lament.

The structure was surprisingly intact. After all the ruins Alex had found on this island, it was nice to see something that was still serving a purpose. The roof was a curved sheet of solid stone, capping off the hill and protecting a space that had been dug out beneath it from the rain. Inside, the walls were made of stone brick, the floor some kind of blue clay that had been spread out evenly.

Three half windows, located north, east and south along the round roof, allowed the group to gaze back outside. It also allowed wind and rain to enter the structure. The mechanisms to close the windows had long since snapped off, wooden splinters the only signs of hinges that remained. The same went for a door in the west-orientated staircase that had let them enter the mostly-buried structure.

The drainage system of the structure was still intact enough that the water that entered ran away into the small grove between walls and floor. The wind was loud, but the structure did still provide them a good amount of cover.

The only displeasing part of it all was the skeleton they shared the space with.

There was no flesh left on the corpse. It appeared the person had died sitting in a chair that had since collapsed under them. Clean bones were scattered around that part of the room. A colourful pendant lay among them.

Spoiler

[The shelter and pendant are an Event - 13 rolled.

You can take the pendant, but it's just a pretty object, it has no enchantments.]

Choices -Voting closed - 6 voters

[You have 11 Actions left.

I decided to poke the AI to give me a bit more interesting map marker for the Tree.]

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Dice: 1d100

93 = 93

Pretty good

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The dead had no use for trinkets. Alex picked the little thing up. The ancient leather crumbled at the faintest touch, but the pendant itself remained intact. It was made from some kind of gold alloy and a large, purple gemstone was set in its centre. Perhaps it would make for a good gift.

Another item to be entrusted to Blair.

“We’ll take a short rest here,” Alex decided. “Eat some of our rations and hope that the wind dies down a little.”

“Sounds good,” Amethyst agreed.

They tried to move the bones as respectfully as possible. Not much could be done in that regard, considering they were just stacking them up in a corner, then sat down a bit away from them. Alex lacked both the time and impetus to give the skeleton a proper burial. ‘Not that I even know what a proper burial is to those that once lived here. Maybe they preferred to be exposed to the open sky.’

“Mhm…” Blair looked between the fruit she had pulled out of the Storage Gauntlet and Alex’s dick.

“It’s not happening,” he told her.

“What’s not happening?” Sofia investigated.

“The resident succubus would prefer to get her sustenance another way,” Alex explained.

“...Can you actually live off of cum alone now?” The brunette didn’t even bother hiding her jealousy. That she was so openly fantasising about having nothing but his seed to nourish her was almost enough to wake up Alex’s member. Between the cold of the water on his skin and the skull in the room, it remained flaccid.

“I don’t know. I think so.” Blair’s response was casual. She opened her mouth wide, demonically sharp teeth sinking into fruit flesh. Chewing and gulping later, she continued. “It is in my nature and Master’s cum tastes… radiant.”

“As if you needed any additional reason to gulp it all down,” Amethyst remarked. “Well, we are sisters in this now.”

“And I still have to eat food…” Sofia grumbled.

They finished off the rations in a couple of minutes, then took a few more just existing in a dry place. Eventually, the howling of the wind diminished to steady gusts. Still strong, just more handleable.

“We won’t be able to go much further in this weather,” Amethyst stated.

Alex just nodded. “Every bit counts,” he reiterated his thinking on the matter.

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Grass, wind and rain. That was their reality for another… Alex estimated two-ish hours.

Their bare feet were trained for these long marches. Even the tomboys that had relied on shoes in all their workouts had gotten used to the marches after two weeks. The human body was truly remarkable in its adaptability. The human body filled with magic, that was just a different beast entirely.

The thunderstorm continued with no sign of stopping. With the wind, the lightning had diminished, robbing Alex of the sources of occasional visibility.

When they suddenly stepped onto stone, Alex was surprised. It started with the unpleasant sharpness of gravel, the kind used to reinforce paths. After that, they were on a flat-ish surface. Bits of grass poked out in-between slabs of clearly intelligent placement. Grooves were carved into rock, water pooling in it.

“Uhm, am I imagining it or is the water glowing?” Sofia asked.

Alex focused a little more, even getting on one knee to get closer. “No… you are right, the water in the ridges is giving off a faint glow,” he agreed. “Seems like this is another ritual circle of some kind?” He inspected four different stones located at even pacings around the outer edge of the concentric circles. They were overgrown with moss.

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Dice: 1d4+2

2 + 2 = 4

Difficulty 4, so 4 Progress points needed and the DC is 79.

You roll Best of 2s for this due to the bad weather.

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Dice: 2d100+43

Options: Individual. Threshold: 79.

73,66 + 43 = 116,109 (2 successes!)

4 degrees of success, gets it one go.

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Alex put the Cataclysmic Greatsword aside. This was no time for an instrument like that.

“Are you going to restore this?” Blair asked, running her hand through her soaked hair.

“I am,” Alex confirmed.

“Want help with it or would we be in the way?”

“It’s best I do this alone, for now,” he answered honestly. What he didn’t want was feet in his field of view while he tried to track the complicated linework. Once more, the rain was cockblocking him. He usually did his best thinking while he was inside a woman, but who could enjoy a blowjob while strong gusts were whipping one’s face with heavy droplets? Even ignoring that discomfort, the rain was categorically too dense to stand at the edge of this enormous circle and see the entirety of it properly.

The trio of tomboys didn’t take offence to his dismissal, doing as these perfect women always did and looking at this practically. They kept to the edge of the ritual circle, observed the environment, and chatted quietly amongst themselves while he tried to understand the ritual site.

It turned out to be fairly simple. As the glow indicated, the circle was still in working condition, just made inefficient by the shiftings of time. Tracing the lines, Alex tore bushels of grass out between tiles, restoring proper flow. Bit by bit, the faint glow became a visible blue light.

Alex pushed gently down on a tile that had been moved off-level. The wet soil beneath resisted for a bit, then gave. After a moment, the plate itself moved beneath Alex’s hand, a sensation akin to losing grip on a magnet. The entire circle hummed.

A vital sequence in the circle had been closed. The gradual increase of intensity in the light accelerated sharply as stones righted themselves. Grass and moss caught blue fire, burning it away without a particle of ash left behind. Alex didn’t even sense any heat struggling against the bubble created by the Necklace of Regulation.

The ritual circle hummed. A prominent spot in its centre indicated clearly where Alex was supposed to stand. Lightning bolt sigils carved into the four cornerstones let him intuit what the purpose of this all was.

Stood in the centre, he faced the sky. Up from his feet, through his rising arms, flowed a magnificent current of mana, stored for a long, long time. He brought his hands together, palms facing outwards, then moved with meticulous patience. As his hands drew apart, so did the clouds above.

Harmless, miniscule discharges of electricity struck the cornerstones. All of the lightning was pulled out of the clouds, channelled without a second of danger to him or the tomboys watching. The rain thinned, the clouds turned from deep grey to light to white and, ultimately, disappeared entirely.

Alex let his arms fall. Several minutes of very slow movement and the energy made them numb. The mana that had been flowing through him made his nervous system tingle. He felt both tired and wide awake. He kept twitching, trying to get that feeling out of his bones. It was fading bit by bit.

The sun shone down on them. There was not a cloud in sight. It was a wonderfully pleasant day. “That was worth investigating,” he dared suggest.

“You think?” Blair remarked drily, already getting on her knees in front of him. Nymphomaniacs needed no excuse to act, but watching him do things like this always had an intoxicating effect on the women. Sofia and Amethyst were on either side of the red-skinned demon tomboy within seconds, kissing the sides of his shaft while hot lips wrapped around the tip.

“Yeah… I think…” Alex responded with a lustful grunt. Expert ministrations by the infernal succubus’ tongue made his orgasm rise rapidly. She knew exactly how to extract her treat and he was in no mood to deny her. He had just parted the sky, certainly a man was allowed a swift release after that?

Sun on his back and three gorgeous women on his cock, Alex came. Blair’s eyelids fluttered. Every gulp of her favourite substance in the whole world made her demonic pussy gush. Her juices were the last patter of rain on these plains. Tall, proud and above it all, the man of the island beheld his domain and saw that it was good, great, even.

The tensing of his shaft came to an end. Remembering her good manners, Blair slowly pulled back, presenting the enormous load to her Master. Her pointy tongue stirred the small ocean of white. “Share,” he ordered.

“Yesh, Mashthar,” she slurred, then turned to Sofia. The brunette was the first to get a mouthful of his seed. Amethyst hugged Blair’s arm, panting eagerly as she waited.

“Ah, to sense the lust flowing through my fellow worshippers of our divine Master,” the slime tomboy swooned. “It only becomes more marvellous each time.”

Blair silenced further venerations with another kiss. Red succubus and purple slime pressed against each other, swapping the rest of the semen back and forth while Sofia folded her arms behind her back. The brunette’s hips rose and fell needfully, an idle gesture to try and distract her base instincts.

Soon, all three women presented their open mouths to Alex, the shared load diminished and diluted, still until the next order. “Swallow,” he permitted.

“””AAaaaahhh!””” the orgasmic sigh that followed the gulping down of his load was the sweetest sound he had heard in many hours. All three women trembled. Even diluted, the potency of his cum was enough to make them each spasm where they knelt. He patted their heads and pulled their hair a little, just to guide them along the little, blissful journey.

“By my estimation, the circle is good for two more uses,” Alex told them. “Just a guess from the way the mana felt as I was connected to it.” The trio just nodded, clearly more interested in the maintained erection in front of them. Chuckling, Alex added. “I’ll need a moment to think about where we go next, so how about you help me think?”

“My turn!” Amethyst declared.

Plush lips enveloped him before anyone could protest.

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[Probably going to make more of these AI map icons for important stuff discovered. It adds flare.]

[You have 9 Actions left.]

Choices -Voting closed - 3 voters

Dice: 1d100

2 = 2

Oofta

Choices -Voting closed - 2 voters

Dice: 1d100

65 = 65

[Now, to get slightly ahead of the story, there is another massive totem in this area, but there is no Event associated with it. Still, you may want to take that into account for suggestions.]

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