Alex turned, taking a single step in the direction he knew his women to be in. A feature of the womb tattoos that he was quite thankful for. His blood ran hot, demanding an outlet.
He stepped out of the edge area of the jungle - or attempted to anyway. In his mad dash, he hadn't realized that he was in another one of those oily fern areas. 'I do wonder if these were also cultivated before,' he thought. 'Forsaken agriculture turned into a death trap…'
After two weeks of always walking with someone by his side, the almost felt off not to have anyone around to share that thought with.
"ALEX?" he heard Charlotte shout. She would have the greatest lungs on her among those three. Came with the swimming territory.
"Yeah!" he shouted back and got a little closer. Finding good fitting between the pools of ferns was a bit difficult, but he managed. "Let me come to you! I somehow got myself in the middle of all these oil ferns!"
"Alright, dude! We'll stay right here and cook under the boiling sun for you!" Charlotte shouted.
"Just follow Tess' glow if you need a lighthouse! Ow!"
Alex snorted. He could imagine the goth angel pinching her fellow tomboy for that comment. 'Maybe I'll spank Selana a bit… elsewhere…' The man of the island raised his gaze slightly. The jungle wasn't thick enough here to completely protect him from the sun. In fact, he got the worst of both worlds where he currently was. The glare of the descending daystar kept burning small purple holes into his sight. 'Distracting,' he complained to himself.
Another step, another careful test of whether the oil-slick soil could hold his weight. He wasn't overly concerned about any quicksand traps. Between his strength and height, he expected he could just hit the bottom and then start walking.
Alex focused on the ground in front of him. He felt a pleasant breeze. He glanced up. There was a mound in his way. He blinked and took another step. The mound raised an arm.
Alex tried to guard. The fist of mud and stone came down way too fast. Reactive plates of thick marble spawned atop the titanic descendant's skin, taking the worst of the blow for him. The supernatural rock was blown to pieces, disappearing into the same magical space it had come from.
He heard the distant shouts of his women as he stumbled back. His mind reached out to his weapon. Gears went into motion, as did his legs. Throwing caution to the wind, Alex leapt for a piece of ground that looked sturdy enough, narrowly escaping a second slam of the creature's fists.
He landed in shallow oil and immediately kept on running, putting the sun in his back and his women behind him.
The creature was some kind of golem. Rune-carved boulders were connected by animated vines. Mosses and ferns had grown from chunks of dirt that had settled between the various segments. When the entity took a step, all of the leaves covering its humanoid form bobbed in unison. The ground shook under the heavy steps of its broad, flat feet.
Two red glowing orbs peeked out between the cover where the head would be expected to be. They flickered left to right, scanning the three women who were arranging themselves behind Alex. "Let's see if I get to use this," Selana growled, a concerning amount of bloodlust in her voice, giving the axe in her hand a testing swing.
Alex could not reprimand her for trying to aid him. If she got any of her pretty ribs broken, then that would be his failure as her man.
The ground besides him turned a solid back and cracked open. The handle of the Cataclysmic Greatsword shot up, finding Alex's open hand already waiting for it. "That's better!" he declared raising the absurdly large and heavy weapon up into a ready stance.
The golem rose upwards to its full height. Even knowing the sun in his back, Alex felt like a shadow was being cast over him. The already enormous golem grew even larger as it stretched its arm up.
Alex found himself in the rare spot where he was out-ranged and out-muscled in a melee. When the arms came down, all he could do was dodge. A leap to the side took him out of the devastating slam of the golem's fists.
Red eyes tracked slowly. The body followed slower. It did not matter. Before Alex had properly landed, the golem turned at the hips. Overgrown arms moved like walls that ended in fists.
Alex turned tail and ran. He ran as fast as his massive legs would take him. The fist grazed his shoulder. The supernatural sturdiness of his skin was the only reason why being 'grazed' by an animated boulder only left a few marks on his upper arm.
He kept running, only turning around when he heard a wet smacking sound. The golem had dragged a rock from the oily mud and now launched it at Alex. He deflected it with the broad of the Cataclysmic Greatsword. A second and third followed, a large gap between each.
Alex just had to find a moment to get back in there..
'This isn't a fight I can win with my current level of brute force,' he thought - to promptly concentrate the mana within him as he had done before. He elevated the titanic might that empowered his statuesque physique, pushing his supernatural brawn even further. His surface muscles bulked up explosively, then shrunk a bit, settling at a size above the usual resting state.
A roar tore from his throat. He crouched down, his muscles loading like compressed springs. He did not run - he skipped across the ground, each step a leap that brought him closer to the enemy.
The golem's shoulders spun around, swiveling on an unseen joint. The motion looked slow but the rock in its hand was launched with immense speed. Alex saw it coming, grit his teeth, and trusted in this body he had dreamt into being over the last two weeks.
His fist swiped through the air. The rock scratched his reinforced skin, leaving barely a mark. Then, it was catapulted off to the side.
Alex jumped one more time, going high. The golem was unprepared for such a fast and reckless attack. The man of the island came back down, sword swinging. The length of the enormous stone blade slammed into the golem's shoulder, slicing and cracking earth and foliage on on its way down.
The massive bulk of the creature was its armour. Alex got less than a third through the torso before he came to a stop. He put his heels against the chest of the automaton and pushed himself away as strongly as he could. Before the golem could grasp him, Alex was landing back in the oily soil, ramming his sword into the ground for stability.
"Just FUCKING breed me already, Jesus!" Selana exclaimed.
"No Jesus here, only our Alex," Tess chastised.
"Yeah, don't be a cheating cow," Charlotte added.
"Flattered as I am, maybe keep the gushing to a minimum until we have actually dealt with this?" Alex shouted back. The wound that he had inflicted was slowly being patched up by rapidly regrowing foliage. "This thing is tough!"
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Tess laughed, a sound of pure delight and trust. "Are you suggesting you may fail me, my Saviour?" The suggestion seemed so absurd to her that she giggled again. When Alex glanced at her, she batted her lashes. "My faith in you is unshakeable. Go on, prove me wrong."
"Tsk," Alex clicked his tongue. "Now I have to do something awesome, don't I?"
He knew the bright smile on Tess' red lips even if his eyes were once more on the enemy. The golem's red eyes responded. Was it angry? Dispassionate? Did it have any thoughts at all?
The foliage kept knitting over the wound, vines tightening like sutures. Its good arm found another large rock in the mud. Its torso swivelled, building up momentum for its next throw.
Alex built up momentum himself, reaching out into the unseen chaos underlying the world. A connection he had not so overtly leveraged before all the same responded to his outreach. A black and purple light enveloped his left hand. The colours glowed impossibly.
The Harem Sultan reached up into the sky and from the crawling chaos rose an eldritch mass of flesh. It emerged in a wave of bitter scents, ripping through a gash in the veil torn open beside the golem. Hooked barbs and pale suckers lined the underside of the elongating mass. The tendril caught the swinging arm mid motion, stretching and rebounding like rubber.
The golem yanked. The tendril held.
Alex gripped his sword with both hands and charged forwards once more. Behind him, he heard the voice of his gothic angel in melodic prayer. "The might of titans in his veins and the enigmatic masses of other things at his beck and call, such is our Master."
The golem raised a foot, bringing it down in a mighty stomp. An impossible wave travelled through the ground, moving soil like it was the surface of a pond. Alex leapt over it, treating the weight of his body and his sword as mere suggestions.
"Witness his stride, witness his urge to impress and protect, such is our Master," Tess continued in her sermon.
Hindered by the tendril, the creature all the same swung its free limb at Alex. A wall ending in a fist and yet something Alex confidently met. He charged into the motion meant to stop him, swinging his blade with all of his power. Stone slammed into stone. Roaring, Alex kept on pushing, adding his weight to the motion. Before he knew it, he had sliced through the limb.
"To be an unstoppable force is his birthright. To be the man we adore is the right he claimed. To be our God is the duty that we ask him to carry."
Alex had to leap over the severed limb, rolling on with its remaining momentum. Midair, defenceless, he stared as the golem ripped itself free of the tendril and began to swing its good arm forwards.
A radiant being on wings of silver landed on the shoulder of the giant. She glowed from within with the flames of her faith, her raven-hair fluttering in unseen winds. In Alex's eyes reflected the sanctified shape of a woman twice saved and forever loving. "AND WE WILL NOT BE HIS BURDEN!" Tess declared, tearing something out of the air.
A high whistling sound was the only warning anyone got. A beam of concentrated light suddenly struck the golem's swinging limb. Silver fire scorched the foliage off the rock. Runes carved into boulders flickered and died, the entire limb falling apart.
Alex landed back on his feet, ripping the Cataclysmic Greatsword upwards, then adjusted and brought it back down in a rapid cross slash. Deep trenches were thusly carved into the automaton's chest. It stumbled backwards, eyes flickering.
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Immediately, Alex wound up for another attack. The golem had no arms left to defend itself with, only a burned socket and a sliced-off stump. It had nothing to stop Alex with.
The man of the island drove the tip of his sword into the creature's knee. The joint held for a moment, then the runes along the leg sputtered like a fading candle. The limb folded under the weight. The giant collapsed to one knee. The ground shook. Tess took to the air again, moving to safety while Alex pulled his blade free and stabbed again.
The tip of the weapon disappeared into the seams that knit together the automaton's chest. Foliage and dirt gave way easily. Stones cracked and magical synapses exploded in showers of arcane sparks.
Alex stared into the malfunctioning eyes of the golem as they dimmed into embers, then faded to nothing. Vines that had been working to restore the creature suddenly went slack. The leaves settled, falling down like the once bristled fur of a slain animal.
"Is it-" Charlotte started.
"Not yet!" Alex shouted.
He had felt the soft hum before the runes had flared back to life. A diminished orange, the magical network burned on emergency reserves. Vines snapped to life once more, rapidly reaching for the severed half of its stump arm.
Alex attempted to strike, but a sudden ripple in the ground robbed him of his footing. He barely prevented himself from fully falling. Impossible ripples spread through the oil, continuously shaking his footing.
The arm was reconnected, the individual boulders coming back to life. With dire certainty, the automaton raised his arm above its head, to end this fight the way it had begun.
Alex willed his tendril to snap into action. It coiled around the raised limb, yanking it backwards. Whatever the golem was doing to vibrate the ground, it stopped when it began to fall back.
The Cataclysmic Greatsword was raised overhead and brought down on the already stabbed core of the creature. Something cracked with a sound like singing glass, bursting into orange light.
When the golem hit the ground, it fully scattered. Its constituent parts lost all cohesion, leaving nothing but some oddly placed boulders and plants behind.
Tess hovered down, planting her bubble butt on one of the taller stones. She sat just a bit above Alex, looking down at him with bedroom eyes. "See, I knew you couldn't disappoint me," she said huskily.
If he hadn't been distracted by something small and fluffy poking its head out of the foliage, Alex would have grabbed the goth angel and fucked her until she could no longer scream.
The small animal was a mixture between a bunny and a cat, fluffy and fast and difficult to place. It rapidly hopped to a safe distance, then stopped on a small cluster of leaves. "Good job, mongrel!" it squeaked and tapped the ground with a paw.
A flower sprouted rapidly, large and white. Its bud unfurled, revealing a singular, large seed. Alex recognized it as the kind used to empower their Tree. "Was all of this a test?" he asked, but the small animal had already disappeared. "Fairies…" he muttered and collected the seed.
"That was awesome!" Selana exclaimed. "Why can't I call down the sun on my enemies?"
"Because you have retarded cow strength," Tess drawled, kicking the air. "Well, my saviour, was I useful?"
"Incredibly useful and gorgeous. No god could ask for a more fitting herald."
Tess pushed her chest out. The almost thirty year old woman preened like a young girl that had received her first compliment. "If my Master says so, then it must be true."
"I'm not even going to make a joke about this one," Charlotte weighed in. "He's genuinely right, that was beyond awesome. You were like… a glowing ball of death and justice." She stopped for a moment, staring at the scorched ground. "Can you do that often?"
"No," Tess answered with complete sincerity. "I don't even know how I did it. I simply had faith that I could."
Angels worked in mysterious ways.
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Alex, too, worked in mysterious ways.
He had elected for them to return to the tree. The day was nearing its end anyhow and he wanted a couple of hours to relax. After spending so much mana and sustaining several light injuries, a bit of sitting around and cuddling his tomboys would do him good.
What should have been a two hour walk back was only about half that. Was his mental map wrong? No. He could feel the magic in his steps. The fae energies he had absorbed earlier in the day were clearly responsible. He felt it in the whimsical ease with which he made distance a suggestion.
Instinctively, he knew the limits of this ability: he could only use it to traverse the jungle and only once per day. Any march through that terrain would be reduced to an hour. A tremendous time saver and the only reason why Alex did not stop to empty his balls.
The little fluffy thing and the seed had distracted him first. Then, he had realized that he had lost the honeycomb in combat and needed to find it. By the time he realized he never had any form of victory fuck, they were already walking down this fae road. The only thing he wanted more than to fuck his tomboys was to be with them all.
'Fuck, I have gotten needy,' Alex thought, not for the first and certainly not for the last time. 'But with views like this, who could blame me?'
All three of his women were walking ahead now. Each was blessed with the kind of ass that lowered their centre of gravity and made Alex's cock feel like it weighed a ton. Tess and Selana were tall hourglasses each, their proportions luscious to the point that they almost felt exaggerated. Despite being shorter, Charlotte barely lagged behind them in size.
They didn't have to do anything to drive him crazy with lust. No exaggerated steps were necessary with hips like that. Trained thighs jiggled naturally as they traversed the uneven terrain. Globes of female flesh swayed under their own weight. Truly, a nubile tomboy just had to exist to be hot. Skin shined with sweat and humidity highlighted the features.
Alex's eyes leapt between the three. He was glued to Selana, specifically, on the final stretch. She strutted with all the confidence of a mountain biker, sending all that she had into a jiggle. He could as much feast his eyes on the back of her massive tits as he could the definitions of her back muscles. Mostly, he lingered on that gorgeously plush ass, though, and the dripping wet cunt peeking out from the gap between her thighs. She was every bit as ready to be taken as he was to take her.
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A movement pulled his attention aside. The massive bunny jumped back, startled by Alex's sudden movement. Alex, in turn, was surprised by where he was. At some point along Selana's sashay, they had arrived in front of the tree. He thought they were due another ten minutes of walking.
Not that he would complain. His cock was aching, drooling precum in fat wads.
"Now would be good," Tess said.
"Yeah?" Charlotte asked, a bit hesitant. "Don't you want to wait until everyone's here?"
"Our Master is suffering," Selana stated, a half-smirk on her lips as she hugged his right side. One arm around his back, she pressed those enormous tits up against him. He would have growled a demand, had Selana not already reached to fulfill it. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, spreading the excessive precum along his length in a couple of pumps. "A hard God deserves a wet, submissive hole, I think that's how it goes?"
"That's how it will go by the time I am done with spreading the faith," Tess drawled - it was impossible to say whether she was being sarcastic or not.
The goth angel moved behind Charlotte. The panting French tomboy yielded totally to the embrace of the black-haired woman, leaning against Tess' massive tits while white hands roamed her curves. Two fingers pushed between the vixen's trembling legs, rhythmically rubbing the nub atop her drenched hole.
"Why do you still deny him? You know what is right," Tess whispered. "Declare your faith so that your mouth may ease his burden."
"Y-...yeah…." Charlotte threw her head back in a low moan when Tess pinched one of her nipples, then slowly sunk to the floor.
The Tree of Harem Life had turned the space in front of its entrance into a flat courtyard of packed dirt. Red leaves lay scattered on the ground, surrounding Charlotte as she settled on her knees. A final shiver of nervous arousal went through her, then she let out a long breath to steady herself.
Eyes lowered, as if her Master was too holy to behold, Charlotte said: "The day has shown me the error of my ways. I've been a slut that did not know the glory that would await me one day. In my mind and in my soul, you are and will always be the only man, my only Master, my one and only Owner and God." She tilted forwards, placing her hands flat on the ground and her forehead on the back of her fingers. "I support the establishment of a Cult to your perfection, Master."
Charlotte remained still in her prostration, her head down and her bubble butt up. Her fox tail swished slowly left to right in a submissive wag. The scent of a female in heat was almost tangible, a sweetness that filled Alex to the core.
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The man of the island stepped forwards, leaving Selana's pumping hand behind to bend down and grab Charlotte by the hair. "Ah!" she moaned, smiling wantonly as she was dragged upwards. "The blessed cock!" The three words were entirely devoid of sarcasm. It was, well and truly, what she saw.
Mindlessly aroused, Alex crudely thrust his hips forwards. His slick cock glided over Charlotte's face, staining her beauty with precum. Her panting only grew more audible. Her tongue sought his heavy sack, weighing it. Her plush lips were gaping, her mouth a hole ready for use.
Alex dragged her up his shaft by the fistful of her hair. His left hand landed on the back of her head as soon as she made it to the tip, pushing her down.
Charlotte received him with a sound that was half-scream and half-prayer. Her jaw went slack. Her throat worked to please as he stuffed her. She had a mouth built to serve: tight, wet, eager, and she made use of it all. Her tongue was flat against his underside. The corners of her lips were curled into a blessed smile.
Inch by inch he pushed into her, making her neck bulge from his size. Eyelids fluttered, the sensitive lining of her upper hole rewarding her for every second he spent rubbing up against her insides.
"Good girl!" Alex breathed as he bottomed out against her obscenely stretched lips. "I'll make sure you never forget this!"
He pulled back, spiking her sensitivity in the same moment Charlotte's eyes went wide for a moment as the mark of consensual submission on her womb amplified already intense pleasure. When he thrust back into her, she came instantly. Her eyes rolled upwards and her entire body trembled in uncontrolled spasms.
Only her head was steady, kept in place by the same man she had declared her deity. Trembling hands clasped in prayer beneath Alex's shaft. She gave her all to him: her body, her holes, her future, even her breath.
Alex fucked her face mercilessly. Between her love for breath play and his pent up need, he could not find a reason to stop for long enough to let her inhale. She existed for his pleasure, a warm, snug hole that he could keep hammering.
"That is the look of enlightenment," Tess cooed, kneeling to Charlotte's left. "That is the look of a woman that lifts burdens, rather than be one."
"Master, I love this religion," Selana laughed, settling to the new cultist's right.
"And I love all of you!" Alex groaned, rapidly approaching release. The tightness and the vibration of her vocal cords was just too much. Charlotte had been one of two holdouts. He truly would be declared the god of a harem of his personal tomboy sex slaves.
The realization was simply too much.
Alex barely managed to prevent himself from following base instinct. Following the established ritual, he pulled out until only the head of his cock remained within Charlotte. Her tongue swirled. Her praying hands immediately disentangled, to be dedicated to the much greater act of worship. A deep and prolonged groan rumbled in Alex's throat as the pumping motion brought him over the edge.
The first pulse was like he had been injected with raw relief. The second cemented the feeling. The third gave him just enough presence of mind to prevent him from losing all tension in his legs. Standing tall and divine, he kept whispering, "Good girl…" while he emptied the massive load into Charlotte's mouth.
The chain of orgasms was allowed to end, leaving her gently swaying from the combined aftershocks. Her thumb pressed against the underside, pushing the last drop of his seed along the channel and into her mouth.
Careful not to spill any, failing due to the sheer quantity, Charlotte backed away and presented the cum in her mouth. It was a small lake of thick white getting stirred by her tongue. Satisfied with the sight, Alex declared, "Share."
It was the final step in the 'baptism'. Tess and then Selana pressed their lips on Charlotte's mouth, getting their share of the load the new cultist had procured. A tribute to those who had made the tomboy see the light, as it were.
'This is incredible,' Alex thought, smiling as he shook his head to himself. The gesture went unnoticed. The three were just too busy indulging in swallowing his blessed seed, enjoying its supernatural taste and the orgasm it induced. 'I am becoming a God…'
The trio eventually turned back to him, showing off their empty mouths.
"Fantastic," he complimented them. "I'll need a bit more help once we're inside."
"Oh no!" Charlotte drawled. "How horrible! The horny Master is horny! Whoever could have seen this coming!"
Shaking his head, Alex led the way.
-x-X-x-
It was all the usual. They stripped off what items they had taken and stored them in the usual chamber by the exit. Except for the honey, which one of the liquid servants swiftly delivered to the pantry, the gatherings of the day were kept in that room as well. As was tradition, the spoils would be shown off during their pre-orgy gathering.
Until then, he had a couple of hours to kill.
His trio of companions decided to go get a bath. Alex followed their example, but hopped out as soon as he had cleaned his minimal wounds. He wanted to see what the rabbits were up to.
On a moderately sized, open patch at the side of the tree, Niara crouched next to her wolf. She was scratching the back of the happy canine's head, then gave Cania a light tap. Immediately, the wolf dashed off.
It ran a huge circle around the present rabbits, corralling them into one general area, then hopped onto a tree root. Cania scanned the flock for a moment, then let out a short howl. Two seconds later, a caw echoed from the nearby forest. Cania turned an ear, then her head, then her entire body and sprinted off into the jungle.
Alex watched it all while he approached. Niara acknowledged his approach with a silent nod. She remained crouched down, tilting her head back once he came into view. The gesture exposed her throat and put her lips in range of placing a venerating kiss on the upside of his flaccid cock.
Which immediately started to grow.
"All it takes is a kiss, mhm?"
Alex turned his head. Dangling legs, smooth and toned, were the first thing he saw. Black-striped, brown thighs and scale-patterned, snow white ones each was emphasized in their colour due to their proximity to the other. Hip to hip, Valeria and Yahui sat on a balcony one story up. The Chinese woman took full advantage of being much shorter than the tiger tomboy, resting her head on Valeria's large bust.
If there was any chance of Alex not getting fully erect, it was destroyed by both of these willing sex slaves angling their legs so he had a good view of their cunts. They were already wet, presumably from having played with each other before he had arrived.
"A man can only withstand so little love before he is affected," Alex answered. "And a kiss from a tomboy of few words is worth the world."
Niara produced a pleased hum. "Ready to please, Master," she uttered a full sentence, continuing to press kisses all over his shaft as he grew fully erect. "Mouth?"
"Pussy," Alex stated.
Tail-wagging, the Kenyan tomboy nodded stoically. She gripped his cock with both hands, spreading his abundant precum over his length and adding a bit of her spit just for good measure. When he was all lubed up and hard as he could be, she stood up and walked over to the nearest tree root. It was too tall for her to bend over, but low enough that she could hop on top of and lie over it, toes a couple inches off the ground.
A good position for a hole made to be used.
Alex smacked her ebony ass once, just to see the bottom of her pear-shaped figure jiggle. Grabbing his cock, he aligned himself with her dark cunt a moment later, pushing into her as swiftly as her tightness allowed. Just being inside a wet, willing hole made it easier for Alex to think.
He rolled his hips at a leisurely pace, making the white-haired woman pant like the bitch in heat she was. The pale blue body markings all over her pulsed with ghostly light, matching the rhythm of his penetration.
The nearby jungle rustled. Another rabbit hopped out, closely followed by Cania. The herbivore hopped on over to its kin as soon as it made eye contact, leaving the wolf to do one more circle around before coming to a happily panting stop.
It had barely put its butt down when a large raven swooped down. Immediately, Cania was back on all paws. Its tail continued to wag, even as a second raven did a little dive-by. Playfully, the canine attempted to hit the birds out of the air.
"Didn't expect those two to help," Alex voiced his thoughts, still fucking Niara.
"It was a surprise." Valeria landed next to him. Despite her size and toned physique, she took the three meter drop with all the grace of a cat. Tall as she was, she still couldn't quite reach his lips even on her toes. He had to lower his head just a tad to receive the welcoming kiss from the tiger tomboy.
Her red lips tasted of chilled winter berries. It was a familiar taste, though from a different source. While her tongue yielded to his, Yahui gracefully landed on the tree root. With all the dexterity of a rhythmic acrobat, she balanced on the uneven surface, then straddled Niara's wide hips. Gently, she interrupted Alex and Valeria's makeout session to offer her own, pale lips. She tasted wild, faintly sweet and had a thick note of fresh leaves to her. Another taste he associated with lower lips.
The smacking of their mouths continued for a little while, as did the cawing of the ravens. They eventually stopped playing dirty and landed. It was quite adorable to watch a pair of large, black birds roll around in the dirt, fending off playful taps by a huge wolf with their talons.
"They are getting along," Alex grunted, his kiss battery temporarily charged. "Niara, your work?"
"Par–tially," she answered between thrusts.
"She was instrumental." Yahui hopped off the branch, giving Alex the whole view of the flat-chested, bubble-butted wolf woman as he continued to pound her. The back of a tomboy was full of wonder. Alex lamented he hadn't paid more attention in anatomy class. All of those gorgeously rising muscle groups deserved their own praises. "The ravens were teasing Cania so Niara came in and disciplined them. Thirty minutes later, she had them working together to shepherd the bunnies."
"Bunny-herd," Valeria weighed in. "If you allow the pun."
"A real good girl move," Yahui finished up and scratched Niara behind the wolf ears.
Even from another submissive, the pet treatment made the Kenyan tomboy figuratively explode. Her cunt clenched down hard, her pantings suddenly turning into loud moans that melded together into a singular scream. The orgasmic grip was enough to finish Alex off as well. After just a few more pumps he stopped deep inside his sex slave and let her have what she craved most.
The thick, divine seed pumping into her depths turned a simple orgasm into an eye-rolling, lung-emptying, pussy-gushing exercise in ecstasy. Alex clenched his eyes shut, just basking in the softness of the ass flattened against his groin and the excessive juices splashing against his legs.
Alex pulled out of Niara, a trickle of white soon dripping from the twitching hole. "When we have little ones running around, at least we'll have the pets ready," the man of the island said.
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They continued to chat about this and that for a little while. Eventually, Valeria threw a stick and initiated a long stretch of everyone playing with the wolf. Alex joined in initially, but soon decided he wanted to check on others rather than watch the canine run back and forth.
A quick jump and pull up brought him to the balcony that Yahui and Valeria had sat on. He headed into the tree, stretching as he went. He had to be careful not to drag his knuckles over the ceiling as he did.
He heard something being moved around inside a room up ahead. The sound was closely followed by a thoughtful hum. Not to surprise whoever was inside, Alex knocked the wall as he approached. He would have knocked on the door instead, if there had been one. The Tree of Harem Life only had barriers for privacy in a select few places and a random chamber on the first floor was not one of them.
It was one of the smallest rooms in the entire tree, tucked away in a corridor whose only purpose was to get to a balcony few people ever used. An odd place for the woman with the largest ego of them all to spend her time.
Evelyn glanced over her shoulder. What began as a check of simple curiosity turned swiftly into a wide smirk. "Welcome back to your harem, Master." The bronze dragon tomboy greeted him, then spun around on her scaled heels. "So — where am I kissing you?"
A valid question. Alex was too averse to tasting himself to kiss after any kind of blowjob. "Lips," he decided. "I love all the cock worship, but I think I ought to kiss you all more."
"Whether it's your tongue or your cock that you shove down my throat, I'm in my proper place either way." Evelyn closed the short distance between them with two swinging steps. Compared to other women in the harem, Evelyn's hourglass was almost humble — though she knew how to move it. A long career in triathlon and modelling had granted her a degree of self-control that mesmerized even at a short distance. Breasts and hips swung alternatingly as leg muscles tensed with efficient grace.
Evelyn placed a clawed finger on his chest. Lesser skin would have been cut by the sharp digit. Alex did not flinch nor bleed as the tall gold medalist took hold of his shoulders. Like Valeria, she was not quite tall enough to reach his lips without him lowering his head. That fact only aroused her further. She pressed herself against him, nipples hard and oozing pheromonal sweetness.
Mouths parted. Tongues extended. Alex asserted his dominion over her, wrestling her into submission as he always did. He explored the sharpness of her draconic fangs. Her strength and her danger only made her that much sweeter to possess.
Two full minutes of wet lip smacking and intensifying breathing passed. On Alex's terms, the kiss broke. A stubborn strand of saliva stretched between them, drooping before tearing. Evelyn pulled her dextrous, pointy tongue back behind her full lips.
"You're hard," Evelyn commented on the obvious with a haughty smirk.
"Very," Alex agreed. "Difficult not to be when making out with such a perfect woman."
"I prefer 'divine incubator', my Owner," Evelyn purred, half-sacastically. She continued to rub up against Alex, the smooth skin of her toned midriff becoming stained with his precum. "I'll spare you the sermon about how unstoppable our dragon spawn will be. You're aware."
The man of the island just hummed in agreement. Though he was convinced that all of his children would be outstanding in some manner, it was difficult to argue that the genetics inherited between him and Evelyn would make for a particularly elevated set. Time would tell. "What are you doing here?" he asked the more pertinent question.
"Preparing for the inevitable."
Alex tilted his head, looking past the tomboy for the first time since entering the room. Behind her was a crude wooden shrine. Pieces of randomly collected wood had been haphazardly assembled into a structure that consisted of two major segments: sixteen pillars and a large chamber on top. A clear representation of him atop his sixteen tomboys.
All the pieces did not fit together properly. The wood had been cut and shaved with tool and claw by inexperienced hands. The inside of the chamber was lightly decorated with stones and the basic attempts at carving a phallus.
Sensing his critical eye, Evelyn clicked her tongue. "I know, immensely unsatisfying," Evelyn criticized herself harsher than he would have. "No eye for what wood is good to work with, terrible judgement of measurement, horrifically botched details." The dragon tomboy's tail flicked at the shrine, sending a corner decoration flying. It had simply been placed on top. "Horrific craftsmanship."
"You just started to learn," Alex said.
"That's an excuse," Evelyn accepted, "but it doesn't satisfy me. I'll have to keep working on it. I take it Charlotte has stopped denying the obvious?"
"You spoke to Tess?"
"No, I've been grinding away at this horrifically inadequate imitation of your dick." The dragon tomboy kept using her tail to gesture, her hands too occupied exploring the details of his thick neck muscles. "Just obvious that even those that were too stupid to save themselves for the perfect Master would give into the truth after a day with you."
Alex pinched the round derriere of the tomboy, making her jump with the regular variety of pain. "Charlotte was a slut and she's repenting for it. No reason to keep badmouthing her in private."
"Right," Evelyn agreed. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize, be better."
"I will be," she promised.
"Perhaps a punishment is in order…" As he thought aloud, he grabbed Evelyn's ass and thighs with both of his hands. A hitched breath was swiftly followed by a moan as he lifted her up. His cock was freed from its confinement between their midriffs, finding a new home in the snug grip of the tomboy's greedy cunt.
Alex raised an eyebrow when the gold medalist moaned. It was the usual reaction to being penetrated but one that he had expected to be muted here. After all, he had just used the mark on her womb to disable her ability to feel sexual pleasure entirely.
"Sorry, Master." Evelyn smirked, the calmness of her voice confirming that the magic was very much working. "Afraid that being your convenience hole is satisfying enough for me."
"I'm flattered and upset." Alex shook his head and thrust up into her. Without the little trembles and clenches, fucking her felt notably less fantastic. It was still good enough though. Certainly beat masturbating. "I'll find other ways to punish you."
"You'll try," Evelyn answered and closed her eyes. "Mhmmm… this is pretty good… lets me focus on just how thick your breeding stick is…" Insides clenched deliberately, making Alex grunt with pleasure. Evelyn's legs closed behind his hips, keeping her nice and steady. "Am I a good hole, Master?"
"You should consider an altar design that's a glorified ass-frame in the wall," Alex answered. "An offering for me to walk up to and fill up when I want."
"Delectable," Evelyn cooed. "I'll talk to Janette about it. The ways we worship you must be sorted."
"You are utterly confident that the Cult will be a thing that happens and stays, huh?"
Evelyn rolled her eyes. "When I set out to do something, it happens," she answered plainly. "The only holdout now is Jane and I do not think her contrarian nature will survive the day — if she hasn't crumbled already. She went around and asked everyone else why we went with the Cult while you were away, you know?"
The mental image of Jane slowly growing more aroused and pliable as she was faced with faithful statements of haremette after haremette had Alex groan again. Evelyn laughed as she was made to bounce against his accelerating hips.
"Yes! Spill your divine seed inside me!" She spoke with a heightened pitch, as if she was about to climax just from the concept of being used as a cumdump "Imagine yourself as the one true Master, for your dreams become reality! Take what is yours! Fill this divine incubator!"
"Haughty, sexy slut!" Alex groaned, sailing right over the edge.
"Only for you, my Master!" Evelyn cried out in a pseudo-orgasm. She lacked the usual spasms and shivers, the pleasure lock denying her even the release brought about by his seed. Beyond the physical side, she was clearly getting off though. Her eyes were wide with rapturous bliss and she panted as spurt after spurt of his essence spilled into her.
"I really need to think of ways to actually punish you," Alex grunted, as soon as his climax ebbed away.
"Good luck with that," Evelyn hummed.
"How about I threaten to breed you last?"
Her slit pupils narrowed down. "...You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?" he asked with a smirk.
"As soon as this seal is broken, I am to be kept knocked up for as long as I have eggs to hatch," the dragon tomboy declared. "That's your obligation."
Alex was tempted to tease her more, but this was the one area where he risked genuinely upsetting the haughty woman. "It's my privilege," he relented.
"Good… as long as we're clear on that, Alex." Appeased, she circled her hips, teasing the still hard shaft inside her. "What's next?"
"That's what I want to ask you, actually," Alex returned the question. "The Cult is probably going to be established either tonight or tomorrow. You and Tess are the founders, so you must have thought about what comes next."
"There's some topics we need to cover," Evelyn answered with the seasoned confidence of a woman used to giving concise answers. "Who's in charge of things besides you, how we worship you, what our duties and privileges are — a proper religion is a two way street, right?"
"Right," Alex agreed immediately. "I aim to be a very warm and very present God."
"Indeed you will be." Evelyn tilted her head, her short hair shifting with the gesture. Another proud grin stretched from ear to ear. "I always knew I would pick the right breeder. Turns out I picked the right deity too." She shrugged. "So I have my general ideas of where things go next, but I'm not too worried about working it all out in an afternoon. We have time and your guiding hand, why stress ourselves? We can just take this one tenet at a time."
Alex was looking forward to it.
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Twang!
The bowstring vibrated. The arrow loosened from it went far, disappearing into the jungle. "You suck at aiming," Jane stated bluntly.
"It's not easy!" Tess stomped her foot, sending a quake up her thighs and all the way to the reason for her troubles. Holding onto Jane's bow with one hand, she cupped one of her huge tits with another. "I have to keep the bow at distance or the string will smack me in the tit!"
"Here I thought you were a masochist!"
"I like spank marks on my ass, not welts on my breasts!"
Alex involuntarily imagined how Tess may look like after a light whipping. He shook his head, banishing the idea. That was over his comfort line as a sadist. "Looks like the bow is not the weapon for you," he commented.
"Obviously not," Tess agreed and tossed the weapon back at its owner.
Jane caught it, then gradually got up. She gasped, the rigid length of her Master's cock gliding out of her tight pussy. Her knees were not steady. Her entire being seemed determined to make standing as difficult as possible. She had to stop for a moment halfway and wait for her clenching cunt to relax.
"At least you fulfilled your purpose in all of this," Tess drawled, taking a poignant look at the trickle of cum and pussy juice running down the inside of the redhead's tanned thigh. "Good cocksleeve."
An honest little smile played around the tomboy's lips as she said, "Thank you."
Tess nodded in an equally honest manner as the two passed each other. Upon arriving in front of her Master, she curtsied with an imaginary skirt, then pivoted on the spot. Firm, round cheeks jiggled with the momentum of the movement, framed by a momentary manifestation of her pale wings.
Feet planted wide in the leaf-litter, she bent at the waist. "Master…" she sighed, the tip of his cock kissing her thoroughly trained hole. "As another one of your sex slaves, I cannot let your manhood be exposed, can I?" Her voice was as dry as gravel. Her pussy was drenched.
"That would be sacrilege," Alex agreed.
Tess' halo ebbed and flared in intensity as she rocked back on her heels, seeking for a specific angle by feel. Once she found it, the head of him snugged up into her opening crevice, she let her wide hips drop. Her insides were feverishly warm. The snug ring at the entrance was just the preamble to inner walls that were almost as unyielding. Despite having been used several times throughout that day already, every fibre of her being was determined to hug him as tight as she could.
Her juicy, white ass came to a rest on his thighs. Losing the sight of the roundness in exchange for her springy flesh being reshaped by his muscles was more than worth it. "My God, you are so big," she muttered. The flat delivery made it almost sound like a complaint about the weather. The red dusting on her cheeks spelled out her true thoughts - as did the light circling of her hips.
Jane scooped up a bit of the trickling cum and licked it up her fingers, before removing her eyes from the act. She pulled an arrow from the dirt, one of several that she had placed there, Jane had no access to a quiver yet, but whenever she needed new arrows she managed to find suspiciously straight-growing flowers whose wooden stalk made for a natural projectile.
The redhead rolled her shoulders once, then shook out her arms. There was plenty of post-orgasmic jitter left in them by Alex. A moment later, Jane planted her feet apart. Right foot forward, weight sunk into her heels, knees relaxed - all of it exuded the confidence of a seasoned archer. She inhaled deeply, straightening her back. The groove of her spine in the rays of the fading day was a masterpiece within a greater masterpiece.
The wide bottom of the elven woman tensed up alongside her back muscles. As she exhaled, she drew back the bowstring. Under the feminine smoothness of her skin, strong muscles shifted, their shape clearly visible now that she was leveraging them. The wooden bow bent and bent, then snapped back forward as soon as the archer had reached maximum draw.
The arrow hit the centre of the cross Alex had carved into the tree.
Thwang! Thwang!
Two more shots followed as quickly as Jane could swipe up arrows.They both struck right next to the first projectile. "Decent enough," the elf said, pleased with herself. Her shoulders dropped as she let out a slow, controlled breath. Strained muscles settled again in a more subtle but all the same visible state.
'Fuck, I love tomboys,' Alex thought, unceremoniously blasting Tess' insides with another load of thick cum. A worshipful scream tore from her lips as she was brought to orgasm immediately by the white hot seed pooling inside.
"Liking the show?" Jane asked cooly. She turned towards him again, showing off that black mark above her still gaping cunt. "Master," she added with a light, lewd smile.
"I am going to turn you into a half-elf factory," Alex spoke his thoughts instantly. "Tomboys are an endangered species and I will do my part to preserve them."
Jane snorted, then shook her head. "Half-elf, half-deity, they'll be quite impressive."
The man of the island paused for a moment. "Did you…?"
"Let's talk about that later." Jane waved off, then extended the bow towards him. "Your turn, Alex."
"More of a stick swinging brute," he said, even as he tapped Tess on the thigh. She rose with the same slowness as Jane had - as all of his harem members would.
Alex did find himself standing on the marked spot, bow in one hand, arrow in the other. "Simulate the movement for me," the redhead requested.
Raising the bow, Alex put three fingers to the string. He did not curl them, leaving the bow and unbend as he pulled his elbow back. The slow, methodical movement did please his woman.
"You remember some lessons," she said.
"You taught him before?" Tess asked.
"We went to a couple ren-faires together - with other friends." Alex added the last part for clarity. Nothing about the relationship he had with Jane before the crashlanding had a romantic bend. Though he had considered shooting his shot (how could he not?) he simply never had.
Jane gave his elbow and shoulder positions a couple of adjustments. "You really are huge," she said, hand lingering on his biceps for much longer than was necessary. "You were always big, but this is ridiculous… don't draw as strongly as you can, you will break my bow."
A very real concern for both of them. What was a well-sized armament in the hands of the tall tomboy looked like a shortbow in Alex's hands. He knocked the arrow and pulled slowly. The string fought him, but it didn't hold a candle to the raw weight and torque he was used to from the Cataclysmic Greatsword. He pulled it until he grew concerned, then let go.
The arrow was well of the mark, punching through the bark of the tree at a random spot. "A brute," Alex reiterated. "I always was better at axe tossing."
Tess could not hold back on a small dig. "I'd prefer if you studied sowing seeds."
"I am working on it!"
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Alex, Tess and Jane were the last arrivals to the dinner table. The two tomboys settled in among the two rows that flanked the long table. Alex took his position at the far-end, sitting on the cushioned ground rather than the throne. It was just easier to eat that way.
The liquid servants brought in the meal of the day. Fruits, roots and plenty of meat were being carried in. They had slaughtered the first of the bunny-rabbits and the delicious scent of the lightly charred meat filled the room with greater intensity than any previously acquired game.
It was a veritable feast. After fifteen days on these islands, they had not only established good rhythms but familiar routes as well. Knowing where to look for fruits, where to dig for roots, and where to find herbs all added to the large meal they had before them now.
They all dug in voraciously. Even Ashley, who had spent most of the day trying to translate texts, had moved around enough to work up a mighty appetite. As professional athletes, everyone knew the value of a proper meal. It kept spirits high, muscles maintained and supplied the nutrients for further growth in the future. An army marched on its stomach and a tomboy harem functioned similarly.
It certainly helped that the bunny cuts were universally delicious. That the mammal had been bred as livestock was proven above all in its well-distributed fat content. After wild game and fish, the juiciness of the meat was simply incredible. Many a moan was had around the table as teeth sank into the meat. Sharpened sticks served as cutlery. They were wilding but they were still civilized people at their core.
By the time the table was cleaned off, there was not a woman in sight whose stomach was not lightly bloated from the size of the meal. For almost five minutes, there was barely a word spoken. All of them were too focused on letting the meal settle.
Alex threatened to doze off. The second he started to drift, he was jolted back awake by habitual insistence. His twitching cock reminded him of the traditions established. There would be no sleep until he had spent upwards of an hour fucking his entire harem.
Horniness provided him with the energy needed to move to his throne. The second they saw him in his seat of authority, the gathered tomboys jolted back to activity in equal measures. They stretched, shook their heads, beat their chests, and did whatever other little rituals they had developed across their high-stress, high-reward careers to stay alert.
"First, to summarize to everyone what happened today," Alex declared, his deep voice naturally commanding his harem's attention. "Which isn't too much…" The man of the island went on to give an efficient summary.
There had been two encounters with insects that were somewhat worth mentioning, though the swatting of the oversized hornet was only remarkable due to the bloodline it had stirred.
In terms of actually interesting events, there were three worth reporting. One was the second meeting with the powerful fae critter called Squish. Second was the fight against the boulder-golem. Third was the confirmed, drastic reduction of the Death Willow's curse on Tess. None of the three points were themselves a revelation of anything new.
What was more interesting was the loot gotten from the golem.
Janette took the two oversized seeds that the liquid servants fetched and inspected them. One came from the vineyard, the other from the golem. The dryad put one, then the other to her ear, listening to things few others could even hope to pick up. "This one." She lifted the spherical vineyard seed. "Is too exhausted. Can't sprout on its own. This one." She raised up the far seed, "can be used to empower the tree, same as the others. I could use them in combination to integrate the grapes. I could also store it and advise the tree to use the energy from the fae seed differently. Your call, Master."
"Let's have the vineyard," Alex answered after a brief moment of thought. There were other useful options in mind, but none intrigued him as much.
Janette nodded once, then got up. "I will inform the tree while you enjoy the ceremony."
"The ceremony?" Alex's eyes instinctively wandered over to Jane.
The redheaded elf understood this as her cue. Rising from her spot by the table, she walked across the room, to then kneel in bare space off to the side of the table, before the throne and its pillows.
Jane sat on her heels for a moment, her green eyes locked onto Alex. There was no hesitation in them. Only the appreciation for what she saw kept her gaze up for several heartbeats. Eventually, she managed to downcast her eyes in an act of submission. "Alex," she began with his name, as stoic as ever, "while you were away, I have asked each of your other loyal submissives about their reasons to submit to you. From the heights of love to the depths of undeniable belief, I have listened to their arguments."
"And?" Alex asked in a deep, impatient baritone. His cock was pulsing, twitching, drooling with need.
"And I have deemed their claims undeniable. I, too… love you, Alex." She tugged at a strand of her short, crimson hair, a blush breaking the hardened, stern exterior for a moment. "And I cannot further deny what I have witnessed… I will shed the caution that made me obstinate and dedicate my all to you, my divine Master."
Jane tilted forwards, her ass rising as her head lowered. Hands met the ground first, laying flat on the wood, and her forehead followed. Her bubble butt was raised high, the twin mounds the emphasis above the toned curve of the archer's back.
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"I apologize for delaying the proclamation of your Cult. As all others, I will be your sacred submissive, the honoured receptacle of your hallowed seed, and the blessed mother to your children. Please, Master - use me as you pl-"
Jane was cut-off when Alex grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her upwards. Masochistic bliss flowed from her lips as a prolonged, animalistic groan, only growing louder and more needy when she came face to shaft with his cock. Nostrils flared, a depraved inhale filling her lungs with the scent of his manhood, a mixture of cleanliness, the aroma of the jungle and the clinging pheromones of all of his women.
Her tongue ventured past her full lips, lavishing his heavy sack immediately. Alex dragged her upwards. Half-lidded eyes stared vacantly at nothing at all. The elf was entirely dedicated to her proper status as his cocksleeve, not even capable of thinking anymore.
Alex shoved his dick down her throat as soon as the position allowed. Jane's eyelids fluttered as a moan vibrated in the walls around his cock. Neck bulging, she greedily shifted her face left to right. Her nose brushed against his lower abs. She was worshipping him with her lust and need, channelling her vices into virtues through loyalty to her man.
Alex kept a strong hold on her head and fucked her face violently. Any member of his harem was a cocksleeve and an elf doubly so. Hyper-aroused by her own submission, her throat made so delectably sensitive by his demonically-infused seed, Jane was spasming where she knelt within just a few plunges. Her raised hips kept jerking erotically in mid air. Her petite chest expanded and collapsed from the few breaths she was allowed to take.
A moan pulled his attention to the table. Evelyn had fallen back, her arms having seemingly turned too weak to support her. Rapturous bliss filled her face and every breath as she watched the last of the tomboys yield to the idea that she and Tess had kickstarted. The view had her masturbate feverishly, back arching, pussy glistening wet. "Master!" she cried, as soon as their eyes met. "Master!" It was a prayer, a cry of submission and a declaration of awe all in one.
Besides her, Tess knelt, her hands behind her back, her pale skin flushed a light pink. Huge breasts trembled with every unsteady breath. She barely managed to keep her hands off her own dripping cunt. The satisfaction of a spiritual victory was written all over her horny expression.
"What are you doing?" Alex sneered, causing both Evelyn and Tess to freeze up. Indeed, all the present tomboys fell silent. Only the depraved 'GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!' of a throat getting repeatedly stuffed filled the room.
Alex let them bask in the uncertainty for a few moments. The question on who had acted correctly, Evelyn or Tess, was impossible to answer. It was all a question of their Master's whims - their God's whims.
"Do as Evelyn does," he finally resolved the tension. "Proclaim your submission!"
The tomboys were figuratively falling over each other to obey. They began to touch themselves instantly. Each kept to themselves and their own fingers, their eyes glued onto the quivering elf who had the honour of being hammered with his divine rod.
"Master!" "Master!" "Master!" "Master!" The word was uttered over and over and over again, each a prayer, each a plea, each an orgasmic cry. Obedience to his order was rewarded with pure pleasure, mixing with the rapid motions of their fingers on clit and nipples to bring each and every woman to repeated climaxes.
Janette returned from her short trip to the heart of the tree to this scene. She did take it all in for a brief moment, her lips twitching upwards in a smile, before she settled down on her spot along the table and simply joined in. "Master!" she cried out, like everyone else. Even without the magically reinforced order it made her visibly shudder with delight.
Amidst the worship of his tomboys, his loves, his believers, Alex raced to the final baptism of a sacred submissive. He kept on fully sheathing himself in Jane's throat, making her neck bulge and her eyes roll. Repeated squirting darkened the wood where she knelt.
'I'm a God,' Alex thought and, in all ways that mattered, he believed it. Perhaps he could not move mountains with his will nor could he create life from nothing, but what else could he be called? He had the love, respect and worship of 16 nubile Olympians. 16 women turned various degrees and flavours of magical monster girl were screaming his chosen title. 16 tomboys had chosen to submit their powerful wills to his.
What else could he be called but a God?
"Do not swallow a single drop!" Alex roared. He stuffed the depths of Jane's throat three more times, then pulled all the way back. Her tongue and hand were ready, swirling around the tip and pumping his length. A deep, savage groan rumbled in Alex's chest as his sacred seed rushed up his shaft. Spurt after spurt after spurt, twitch after twitch after twitch, the white, thick fluid pooled in the latest believer's mouth.
The load was comically enormous. Even amidst the glorious satisfaction Alex felt in that moment, he could not help but lightly chuckle as Jane's cheeks began to inflate from all the cum she so desperately tried to contain. Three individual rivulets escaped her lips, sticking to her chin in dangling drops.
All of the women around were too dissolved in their worship to share his amusement. They were still fingering themselves, their mouths hanging open. They imagined themselves as the recipients of the load and prepared themselves for their share of it, well-trained chalices for his love that they were.
"Give it to them," Alex ordered. "Keep nothing for yourself. That's your punishment for waiting this long."
Jane managed small nod, before very carefully detaching from his manhood. She paused only to show him the gathered load. Even that was only possible with her head tilted all the way back. It was a truly absurd amount of cum.
It was still insufficient to satisfy the needs of his harem of nubile tomboys. Many of them had been a flavour of nymphomaniac before coming to the island. Their increased stamina and daily poundings had tamed them as little as it had served to diminish his own appetite. Private sluts, trained nymphos and shaped virgins all were unified in their greedy lust for his cum and their humble temperance in taking only their share.
Alex only realized that none of them had gulped down what they received until Jane had reached the last. All of his harem simultaneously showed off their mouths and the now diluted white that they swirled with their tongues. They waited patiently for the order, which Alex gave only after a stunned second. "Swallow."
All women, Jane excepted, came where they knelt. A final, most intense orgasm to cap off their stream of self-pleasure. A collectively held breath was released in a satisfied series of sighs as clean mouths were presented by spasming females.
Alex's cock was too hard for any simile. "Tess, Evelyn, come here," he ordered. The duo crawled over to the throne as quick as their jittering limbs took them. They lavished his manhood with kisses and whispered sweet nothings. Alex guided them to deepthroat him alternatingly as he addressed his harem, patient and waiting. "With the assent of the entirety of my harem, I accept the position as both your God and Master."
There was a bit of cheering and whistling and a lot of wanton, appreciative moaning. Tess tore her eyes off the view of Evelyn's bobbing head to ask a couple questions. "We are most honoured, Master. What would you like us to be known as? We have been going by Cult of Master, but it is your decision. Would you like a change in title? What-"
Tess stopped when she realized that Evelyn was coming up. Taking over fluidly, she left the panting dragon tomboy to pose the last of the inquiries. "What word would you like to use for us in return? We have been calling each other haremettes and sacred submissives, but since we're a faith now a title of our own would be appropriate, if you so desire?"
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Cult of Master, while apt, felt a little… clinical. Also, while he accepted being the focal point of this faith, he did not want to give the impression, neither in them nor any potential people they met, that it was actually all about him. As he had said many times before: what was the point of a tomboy harem if he didn't make the tomboys happy?
"Let's change the name to… Pilgrims of Eden," he decided.
There was an equal amount of mild laughter and agreeing coos around the room, both sounds coming from all the girls. It was a bit corny and it harked back to most of them being culturally Christian. The only exceptions to this would be… Actually, were there multiple exceptions? Ashley was of Japanese ancestry, but she was born and raised in America. Yahui was certainly Chinese, though he had never asked her what faith she was raised in. Of the rest of the harem, everyone was either from the Americas or Europe - only Niara was from Africa. What was the religious majority in Kenya?
Alex had no idea. Maybe he should ask her about that sometime.
"As for my title… Master is still good," Alex answered over the sound of Tess worshipping his cock. "Owner and Breeder are also acceptable… maybe Seeder?" He scratched his head. "Mostly Master, I have no strong opinions on the other ones."
"Noted," Evelyn said, then took over again.
"As for what I call all of you… cocksleeves, obviously." He flashed them a grin, getting some eye rolls out of the crowd. "As a more general title, 'haremette' still works fine as well. Maybe we can add 'pilgrim' to that?" He shrugged. "I think simple is best."
"And your thoughts are our commandments," Tess bent down and placed a loving smooch on his testicles.
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[As a reminder for the mechanics: All of the tomboys have now been knocked down 1 level of faith.
With a new tenet in discussion, the mechanics will restarts as before. Reaching Cultist or Zealot status either represent assent to the current topic or the forming of a specific opinion on a broader topic.
I'll generally endeavor to have logical camps regarding topics (such as Evelyn thinking she should be leading the faith in Alex's name). This will lead to some character conflicts/discussions, but ultimately all tomboys will surrender to Alex's authority once all have reached the level required for the next Tenet to be established.
You can suggest very specific tenets instead of the broad questions, if that is your preference.
The Pilgrims of Eden will always trend towards more worship and carnal exultation. The question is only the order and the speed.]
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One kiss turned into two, turned into ten, turned into the goth angel's tongue chasing after Evelyn's retreating lips. Alex's cock was exposed to the air for less than a second before one cocksleeve's throat took the place of the other.
"There are a couple of questions that we need to answer over the coming weeks," the dragon tomboy declared, more to the gathered haremettes than Alex. "First and foremost of them all: what will be the privileges earned by those blessed with motherhood?" She turned back towards Alex, to take over from Tess again.
"Obviously, there are none more deserving of praise and dedication than those in whom our Master's sacred seed has taken. In due time, that will be each of us. What is imperative is to know the duties owed to an expectant mother." Tess looked over the gathered haremettes. "Please consider your positions carefully. We will reconvene for the next council once everyone has reflected on this."
The pilgrims voiced their agreement, putting an end to the first gathering of the new faith.
Now, it was time to use them all just as he, their God, intended.
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