Alex awoke exactly as he had been told he would.
"Do you ever need sleep?" he groaned, drowsy but by no means displeased. His morning wood was presently being enveloped by his prime slave's cunt. He didn't have to open his eyes to know who it was, though he did it anyway. No way would he deny himself the sight of Selana gliding down his cock.
"Not as urgently as I need your cum, Master," the cow tomboy purred seductively.
Turning ever more gorgeous by the day, Selana sat on his cock with all of the confidence of a seasoned sex slave. Her pussy, its brown colour darkened by the rush of excitement, stretched around his girthy rod. The womb tattoo glowed a soft pink, reflecting the mood of the one she had, after proper thought, given the right to call her 'my woman'. Her arms were raised, pulling up and emphasizing her absolutely enormous tits.
They were, each, an ocean of softness, located above the toned midriff of an olympic athlete. With their size and almost impossible firmness, just witnessing them was like observing a pair of gravity wells. They certainly held his stare, especially when her morning milk started to pearl from the large, excited nipples.
"You're so young, dumb and full of cum in the morning," Selana joked, lips curving into an even broader smirk as she glided further down. Pre-orgasmic shudders went through her culpted form.
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"You're so fertile, merry and full of dairy in the morning," Alex returned instantly.
"HAH!" Selana laughed loudly, immediately following that up with a loud moan.
Lips latched onto her left nipple, he squeezed and tasted the sweet ambrosia squirting from her milk bag. Alex had never called himself a lactation fetishist. He still didn't. It was a simple matter of her being delicious and very much appreciating the bit of draining. Her tits needed the relief every bit as much as his balls did.
Selana came, shouting without an ounce of shame while he sucked on her tit. He gulped down what one tit had to offer, then switched to the other. A second orgasm closely followed the first. By the end of it, even Alex, whose prestigious size came with a matching appetite, was filled up completely.
There still were reserves in her tits, there always were. It would take starvation for her not to produce any milk and Alex would not let her go hungry any day in her life. He had drained her enough, though, that her nipples no longer secreted additional milk without being squeezed.
"Master, you've done it now!" she put a hand on his chest and pushed him flat on the mattress. "I'll be riding you until your balls make that empty cartoon sound!"
The challenge had Alex smirk. "Go for it!"
And she did go for it - hard. The up and down of her wide hips revealed nearly all of his cock on each repetition. Obviously that was always immediately followed by her plunging back down, impaling herself on his full length. Her enormous tits moved up and down, slightly delayed after the rest of her torso. Hard nipples drew ovals into into air. Their size was never still, always rippling, and shone with his saliva.
Alex grunted in bliss. From the moment he had claimed her virginity, Selana's cunt had been perfect for him. She was tight enough that her folds dragged perfectly over all of his sensitive spots, wet enough that she could move fluidly, and, best of all, her own most erogenous spots conveniently were located right where his cock naturally stopped.when her fat ass slammed against his thighs.
The smack of his skin against his, the clap of her tits against themselves, the screams of a cocksleeve going from orgasm to orgasm - all of them were the sounds that stirred the wider harem awake.
No one did more than stretch and begin to masturbate to the sight. Grumbles about volume were playful. Sapphic good morning kisses were plentiful. The orgy of the previous night found its echo in their newfound wakedness.
Selana stopped exactly when she was supposed to stop. It was borderline precognition, to cease with his manhood all the way inside her sheathe just as his balls tightened. Tensing again and again, he delivered the first load of the day to the entrance of her womb. Feeling his seed pool inside her, the cow tomboy's eyes rolled up. Her scream turned silent, her eyes rolled up, and she marked his groin as property of the harem with her squirting love juices.
It was only proper that he was known as theirs. What kind of man would he be if he did not allow his women to have a stake in him?
"Master… how I wish… I was fertile…" Selana groaned, the last of his orgasm getting milked by her twitching folds. "Fuck… I am completely down with the baby rabbies at this point. I'm talking to Evelyn too much."
"There's no such thing as talking to me too much," the haughty dragoness chimed in.
Alex offered her a good morning kiss. Swooning, she accepted, then played with his hair as he asked Selana. "I was told you'd 'make my balls do the empty cartoon sound'?"
"Yeah… I would love to try to make that more than a spur of the morning thing…" Selana circled her hips, shifting his still hard cock inside her. "...but that'd take me forever. If we had a Hyperbolic Time Chamber, maybe…"
"We sort of do. I am convinced there's some time shenanigans going on every morning," Alex reminded her. "But you're right, we shouldn't spend that on you trying to drain me. You would lose that challenge, after all."
"...You're playing me…"
"Is it working?"
"...I'll jump you one day," Selana vowed, then moaned while relinquishing his cock.
It was time to clean the sweat of the previous night off of them.
As they moved from one room to another, Alex did his usual scan of who had changed over the course of the night. The first change, now that he was no longer distracted by Selana's bouncing tits, stood out prominently.
Blair's light red hue had turned into a clear shade of crimson. The strong colour harmonized with her hair, giving her a strikingly red form. The singular colour was broken up by a variety of jagged and swiling body markings on her collar, shoulders, lower arms, sides and thighs. The black womb tattoo nestled in between, its design fitting in neatly yet visually different.
Not only her skin had changed, however. Her hips were wider, a sinful addition that fit in perfect with the black, spide-tipped tail that curved with every sashaying step. A pair of swung, black horns sat above pointy ears, underlining what she was now.
"Blair… do you have no comment on turning into a succubus?" Alex wondered.
"Not really," the crimson demon responded. "Everyone expected something like this. Though, Master, if you want to give this a try, just give the word."
Alex wasn't sure what 'this' was, because Blair posed to show off all of her assets. One hand cupped her medium-sized breast, another spread her already dripping pussy lips. Though, considering both of those had been there before, Alex had to guess that she was referring to the monstrously long and pointy tongue that extended from her mouth all the way to her cleavage.
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Alex found himself gulping. Blair already had been THE blowjob slut of the harem. Making her a semen demon was entirely matching with her personality and it also was quite dangerous. Dangerous in a way that Alex would have to experience. "I am going to take you up on that in a moment."
His eyes darted around, trying to spot any other changes. There was nothing else as overt, though that did not mean there was nothing else.
"Guess what, bro!" Astrid suddenly jumped on his back. She was an averagely sized Swedish woman, yet she could barely wrap her legs around his waist. Hugging him tightly like a sloth would hug a tree, the playful fae pressed her breasts against his back. There was more to them than he remembered.
"Did your tits go up a cup size?"
"You know my curves so well." He heard the smirk in her voice, then felt the soft touch of her lips again the back of his neck. A pleasant shudder was closely followed by a second. The carefree tomboy whispered in his ear, her voice soft as velvet. "I graduated from the itty bitty to the medium premium."
"It'd be a shame if all of you just get larger," Alex said. "I appreciate all of the sizes."
"Is it a shame that I went larger?" she asked.
"No." There was no need to even think about that answer. He instinctively knew this to be what he had wanted. To begin with, his harem had been tilted towards the flat and small. In the broad strokes, the breakdown now was 2 flat-chest women (Niara and Sara), 5 small breasted loves (Jane, Sofia, Yahui and Ashley), 4 medium-breasted tomboys (Astrid, Charlotte, Janette and Blair), 3 largely-endowed females (Evelyn, Valeria and Amethyst), 2 huge-titted partners (Tess and Kiara) and 1 Selana-sized sex slave (Selana, obviously).
A bit of a trend of the small-boobed ones transitioning upwards, causing a general cascade towards medium being the average, was entirely fine with Alex. He would regard it as a loss though if his current, flat-chested women went upwards by any other means than pregnancy. He truly meant it when he said he appreciated them all, aesthetically, and he would only sacrifice that unique bit of diversity on the altar of feeding the young.
They reached the bath. Rather, they reached the bath closest to the bedroom. It was a whole complex, internally separated into facilities for cleaning and those of the private bodily needs.
The massive tub had a spot that was clearly designated for him. It was a seat elevated from the remaining tub, submerging most of his shins while his erection remained above the waterline. That position might have made cleaning him difficult, had it not been for the steady waterfall, cascading down a light protrusion that went along that wall. It endlessly filled the bathtub with fresh, hot water, assuring that, no matter what debaucheries they got up to, they would always be clean.
A gap in the waterfall allowed his head to find a padded rest. The perfectly heated water fell on his shoulders, pearling down his toned figure in a manner that made the woman around him drool. "Blair, this is your opportunity," Alex said with a smile, "and my pleasure, of course."
The redhead needed no invitation to approach him. She swam across the centre of the pool, too deep for anyone but Alex to stand in, then crawled across the shallows, where he and his woman could sit and soak, ultimately reaching the pulsing rod of her Master.
Blair licked her way up his shaft. Rather than dragging her tongue along, however, it extended as she smoothly moved towards the tip. Dextrous, the wet extension of her mouth wrapped around his manhood. Blair was hot in every sense of the word. The coiling tongue and the red lips that wrapped around the engorged head were both one or two degrees above his body temperature. It was a feverish embrace of hellish pleasure, setting his nerves alight in preparation.
Usually, Blair was one to make her mouth into a tight seal. The coiling tongue made this an impossibility. In the first seconds of her fellatio, Alex thought he preferred the traditional style of blowjob he was used to. After half a minute, he was grunting loudly. After a full minute, his eyelids were fluttering from the raw pleasure.
Blair had merely gotten used to her new tool. Her tongue was smoother than that of a human now and prehensile. The spiral of her tongue condensed into a sleeve of flesh, then stretched out again into a loose embrace. It was a repetitious pump, a secondary message while she bobbed her head. Effortlessly, she took his girth into her throat, her heated insides undulating around the sensitive head.
Delivery desynchronized, she was stroking his shaft with her tongue and enveloped his tip with her throat. The coils of her tongue flexed in places as they moved, adding further stimulation to his sensitive spots. Her hands weren't idle either, cupping his heavy bally in veneration and delivering tingling little scratches to the inside of his thighs.
Further testing her limits, Blair glided all the way down. Her tongue forms a twitching band around the base of his cock, a ring at which her upper lips stopped. The cumslut's mouth formed a flawed seal around him, filling the air with the profoundly lewd sounds of her sucking him off. The undulations of her throat were clearly inhuman now, moving around him in an approximation of the folds of her cunt. She had been an eager comfort hole before, now she was developing a throat-pussy.
"Oh… fuck!" Alex was overpowered by the surge of pleasure. He grabbed one of Blair's horns and kept her in place. The infernal succubus had held on as barely as he had. Cum surged down her throat, heavy spurt for heavy spurt, making her eyes roll up. Her whip-like tail convulsed, breaking the surface of the water repeatedly while her wide hips trembled.
They were locked in a shared orgasm, both of them rigid and twitching. Alex's pleasure rose a little higher past the point of release. He reached the ultimate climax with a choked grunt. Dumping the entirety of the thick seed in her stomach, he kept her pinned down until he was done.
Blair was still twitching, entering the aftershocks while her tongue coaxed the last droplets out of the cock was slowly dragged up along. When his manhood left her, she mewled in the profound loss of her favourite feast. Her tongue remained extended. A multitude of strings connected them still. She was drooling a liquid too thick to be just saliva. Was her throat secreting love juices now?
"I actually have a succubus, not just as a lover but as part of a harem," Alex groaned in delight, then guided her back down his shaft.
Instinctively, Blair knew to switch it up. Her inhumanely long tongue retreated back into her mouth and she served her Master the traditional way: tight lips and long ups and downs. It felt neither better nor worse than the new alternatives her transformation enabled. The clenching passage her throat had become, however, was a clear upgrade.
While Alex was holding onto his soul, Tess and Yahui took the liberty of cleaning him. Their hands and breasts rubbed him all over, cleansing him off sweat and other small impurities. Carefully, their hands moved around what remained of his wounds. He was healing at a clearly supernatural speed. All of the injuries he had sustained in the underground city had been reduced to scabs and fresh, pink flesh. Another day and, likely, none of it all would remain.
He came again, closing his eyes, and let the heat of their hands and Blair's throat be all that he felt.
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"I will pick… Niara as my cockwarmer this morning," Alex decided.
The wolf woman wordlessly moved to the cushions at the feet of the throne. She licked the last bit of fruit juice off her lips, then dove into a different kind of meal.
It was only the second day of having this throne. It would have been an overstatement to say it was a tradition to have a cockwarmer while he picked his three companions for the day. It would, however, become one. Alex saw no reason to deprive himself of a ritual that both he and they enjoyed immensely.
They were eating breakfast. Their meals became more diversified by the day. While Alex was out exploring the island, his harem was anything but motionless. Even during the thunderstorm, some of them had headed out to hunt and come back with three fowls to show for it. The new facilities had allowed them to roast it in a firewood-heated oven.
Three birds for 16 people, many of which were above average height and appetite, were eliminated quickly. Fruits and berries were the usual supplement. They even had juice at this point, pressed out in a messy but nonetheless effective process, boiled to prevent fast moulding and then stored in the cool pantry. It would still need to be consumed within a few days, but it was good enough to start with.
Alex was not eating much during breakfast. He had loaded up on Selana's milk. Selana, in turn, ate a lot even for her size. One had to wonder just how high the nutrient value was. Considering how full he felt, calling it ambrosia may have been more than just a comment on its wonderful taste.
His attention turned away from the tits of his perfect sex slave and back to the bobbing head of Niara. Though she lacked the intuition of Selana, she, just like all of his other submissives, was appreciated just as deeply. He could acknowledge that one of them just had a deeper talent for serving him without breaking the fluid contradiction of hierarchical equality within his harem.
'Did her hair get a bit lighter?' he wondered. The shift was subtle, too subtle to say for certain if he was imagining things or not. Given that the changes to his tomboys usually started light and then manifested suddenly during sleep, it was likely he was identifying this correctly. Inspecting the three that had been with him the day before, he also noticed that Valeria felt just a bit taller, the toning of her muscles a bit sharper. 'Where will all of that go?'
"So, Master," Evelyn raised her voice. "Who will get to accompany you today?" The dragoness eyed the position to his feet greedily, though she had to know her chances of being picked were slim.
Intuition continued to tell Alex that a day of travel with him was necessary to spur on the second evolution in his women. Since Evelyn had already benefitted from this, others were just of higher priority. Then again, the choice was ultimately his. He was the man of the island.
Alex decided to pick among the four that were left. The limit of three companions he had set for himself made it necessary to exclude one. He could have lifted the limit, but that was both unwise and unnecessary. A group of four had proven to move at the proper rate and Alex had found it possible to protect that size in a pinch. Any larger and it would get difficult.
Added to that was the lack of hurry. Assuming all of the women that had accompanied him were in the processes of transformation, it clearly took several days for most of them. Initiating it a day earlier did not serve any purpose.
His women weren't the jealous type, they understood he had to exclude one in these circumstances.
"Kiara, Ashley and Janette," he made his choice. "Sara, I will take you along tomorrow, I promise."
"N-no hurries!" The bunny-eared Spaniard hastily waved with both of her hands. "I'm a happy bunny."
"Just don't bend me over every rock that we walk past," Kiara remarked cheekily. "I know you can't control yourself."
Alex rolled his eyes and proved the brat right by dragging her towards his cock. Her pupils dilated when his musk filled her nostrils. A second later, she was helping Niara with polishing his shaft. All three of his chosen companions for the day had joined the wolf woman in the sea of pillows at the feet of his throne. As four, they could cycle the duty of keeping his manhood company and enjoying the rest of breakfast.
Once they all had their fill, the gathering began to unfurl. Much as they all loved each other's company, between the evening gathering, the orgy, sleeping together and now the morning gathering, they had spent the last 11 hours together. Even the most sociable person wanted to spend some time in smaller groups.
As was tradition, this was also the hour of the day that Alex would spend with a few of his haremettes socializing, before he headed out.
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After cumming down the throat of Niara one more time, he disbanded the rest of the gathering. The quartet that had been lingering to his feet went to take a quick rinse and to then prepare themselves for the day ahead of them.
For his part, Alex roamed around the tree for a little bit. He enjoyed a moment alone, talking to and thinking about nobody. He headed outside to check the weather. It appeared that it would be a lovely day with the regular, tropical weather.
Alex breathed in the morning dew, trapped as a fine mist beneath the canopy of the jungle. The presence of their base among the fruit trees created a supernatural clearing. The Tree of Harem Life had made every other big of vegetation shuffle aside in a process that was clearly enabled by its fae origin.
"I wish my saviour would just come up behind me and smack my ass!"
The exclamation reached Alex's ears. Having had enough of the minutes without any of his beloved tomboy's present. As he walked, he picked up scraps of other voices.
"Tess, I am 100% with you, you don't need to shout," Astrid joked.
"I feel strongly about it." The goth stated. "It's honestly a bit weird. I got used to men objectifying me with their eyes forever ago. It's why I went to the women's only gyms in the first place. When it's him, it's so hot though."
"Y-yeah," Sofia agreed.
"You won't find any pushback on that here," the fourth and final voice, Jane, weighed in. "We all found ourselves in the submissive boat. I just hope we aren't putting too much on him."
"How do you mean?" Astrid wondered.
"You noticed how we're all switching to saying 'Master' instead of 'God'?"
"I-I mean… why pray to God when Alex's is, uhm… right there?"
"I concur," Tess drawled.
"Not making the point that you shouldn't. I'm doing it myself," Jane answered. "I just mean that we are putting a lot of responsibility on him. We rely on him for guidance in basically every field. He's the one that fights, that ventures into the unknown and that keeps all the landmarks in his mind. We rely on him for leadership, information, food, shelter and satisfaction. Now we're effectively calling him God."
There was a brief silence. Alex had stopped next to the tree. The protrusion of a might root gave even his massive frame a chance to remain hidden.
After a few seconds, Jane continued. "I've spent a bunch of time these last couple of days thinking about whether this is really what I want, as I know all of you have. So far, we have all come to the same conclusion, I assume: that this is the best life."
"The BEST life!" Astrid agreed enthusiastically.
A low moan cut through the air. Alex picked up the subtle, wet sound of fingers gliding up and down an aroused female's womanhood. Moans quickly rose to light cries. His women had learned a whole lot about pleasuring one another. This wasn't just Alex's paradise as a male dom, it was also the paradise of bisexual tomboys getting their lesbian fill.
Her serious tone filtered through lust, Jane continued. "This is, mhm, all so liberating. No societal expectations, no fear of… ah… scandals. Just us… doing what we… want… Oh, Master!"
Alex's breathing accelerated at the sound of Jane's cries. A woman moaning was alluring at the worst of times, but a woman crying his title in worship as she came at the hand of another? Not knowing that he was there? That made his cock surge to full mast in an instant.
"I g-get what you mean to say," Sofia stammered, her own voice betrayed that she was masturbating to the show. "Even though I had… fantasies before we got here… it all happened so fast."
"Precisely," Jane sighed, her orgasm petering out. A quiet smacking of lips reached Alex's ears. While Astrid and Jane were making out, Tess continued the topic.
"The whole supernatural stuff going on did make me wonder if this is all really me or not… I have come to the conclusion that it is. Even during that first night, we were all just living out what we instinctively wanted." She shook her head. "But that is me talking about me again. You are right, I haven't stopped to think too much about how it might affect him."
"Well…" Sofia cautiously interjected. "We haven't had a lot of reason to ask so far… he's doing very well."
"And we are upping the ante," Jane managed to get another word in.
Astrid agreed. "Yeah, we're kind of… leaning more and more on him. We can just ask him if he's okay though. He's a dude, just gotta move straight up to him."
'That's my signal,' Alex decided. He stepped around the corner. Astrid and Jane sat next to each other on a curved root. Sofia sat cross-legged on the ground, her back against another protruding root. Those three immediately saw him. It was only Tess, standing with his back to him, that had to turn her head.
She was too slow. Alex smacked her plump rear. The sharp sound echoed in the jungle, accompanied by the toned goth's masochistic moan. "Yes, Master!" she shouted, her body yielding to the pressure of his hands readily. He bend her over a conveniently located bit of smooth bark, then entered her. "Ooooooh!"
"So tight," Alex groaned. His hard cock pushed into her cunt centimetre by centimetre. She was such a willing and yet resisting set of holes. Folds quivered around him. The moment he was fully inside, she came. Gushes of pussy juice lubricated the thrusts that followed.
Slow and casual thrusts, more of a steady gliding back and forth than anything with harsh impact. The man of the island had needed his pulsing cock inside some hole. Now that he had that desire met, he found his reasonable voice again.
"Sorry about eavesdropping, but I wanted to hear what you would say without me around," he apologized.
"That's no problem," Jane spoke for all them.
"Yeah, bro, we would just say that to your face anyway!" Astrid added with a grin.
Blonde and redhead were mutually fingering the other. The touches matched the casual pace he dictated. No demand had been made, they simply fell into his rhythms by their nature of his loving submissives.
Sofia did the same, playing with her clit as she asked, "S-so… how are you dealing with all of our… uhm… needs? You can say if we're being a bit much!"
"We - want - the best - for you!" Tess managed to press out between aroused cries.
Alex did not miss a beat as he thought. The goth woman rocked back and forth, her Master's movements growing more powerful until her fat tits smacked against each other. They produced a lewd, percussive rhythm, underlining her mewling gasps.
"The 'Master' as 'God' stuff is a bit crazy but…" Alex drove into Tess one more time, then pulled out leaving her quivering in the aftershocks of a series of orgasms. "...I feel like I am made for this."
"You most certainly are, my perfect Master," Sofia swooned, licking his manhood the moment he presented it to her. She shuddered at the taste of Tess on his rigid shaft. "So delicious."
"You are my harem and every bit of responsibility I can take for your safety, for your happiness, for your welfare, I will." A hand on her head, Alex guided the brunette down his shaft, groaning as he used her willing throat as his sheathe. "That's a good comfort hole…" he told her. "...feels so good inside you."
Astrid and Jane were hugging each other tightly, working the other's pussy feverishly. They had now broken from his pace, way too aroused by his declarations and displays to keep it that way.
"Making sure all of you have your best life is my purpose as your man." Alex pulled out of Sofia's throat, leaving her gasping. Her skills still had much room to grow. He would let her try some more at another time. "It makes me feel… complete."
The man of the island walked to the blonde and redhead duo. Once there, he grabbed Astrid by the waist and pulled her towards the edge of her seat. He had to squat a bit to be on proper height, but that was no problem whatsoever. Jane spread the fairy's pussy for him, then rubbed Astrid's clit in slow, large circles while he pushed inside.
"So, you can come to me with all your needs!" Alex declared, just as Astrid yelled in bliss. "Because that's exactly who I am - I am the man of the island, I am your man and I will shoulder everything you need me to. That's the package I want to carry!"
Jane ended his string of words by pressing her lips on his. The elven archer practically hung from while he pounded the fairy. It was only the start of a wild orgy. By the end of it, all four women had a fresh load pumped into them.
They laid on the cool forest ground, their bodies draped over him. Tess caressed his ear, seemingly fascinated by the way it curved. "We'll trust you with everything then, Master," she whispered.
"Please do," Alex encouraged her. "I think this responsibility is making me into the best version of myself. If that is ever not the case… I'm relying an all of you to correct me." He kissed Tess on the forehead. "Call me Master, replace God with my title in your cries, but never consider me infallible. If I ever do wrong to you, any of you, I need to know."
"We can do that," Astrid promised.
"I'll make s-sure everyone knows!" Sofia agreed.
"We're your women, with all of the privileges and duties," Tess drawled.
"We love you, Alex," Jane whispered, last of all.
What a fantastic start into the day.
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Janette got the Storage Gauntlet for the day, while Alex held onto the Necklace of Regulation.
"We are going to head into the ashy landscape first, so stick close to me," he instructed them. Whatever supernatural oddities were going on there, the necklace was protecting them from the heat.
They said their goodbyes to the harem, then headed out. At 1,27 metres tall, one would expect Kiara to slow them down. The Irish dwarf, however, had a lot of power in those massive thighs. Stomping and jumping along, she kept pace with the rest of them effortlessly. Even Ashley, who was the least trained of all of his haremettes, managed to walk at an objectively swift pace
Alex still had to stop every now and again, courtesy of being a whole head taller than even Janette, who was by no means a short woman. Occasionally halting in his movements did give him time to scan the environment though, so that was an upside.
They reached the edge of ashlands swiftly. The ground was no longer steaming. All of the wetness of the previous day had been died out already, leaving a grey carpet of fuzzy ash behind. When Alex planted his foot, it scattered and flaked like a mixture of snow and dust. He sunk in to his ankles.
What had been a hunch the day before now was confirmed. Without the obfuscating rain, he could see the volcano in the distance. It was simultaneously a picture perfect representation of one and yet oddly small. Magma boiled over in streams that he could see despite the kilometres between them. Yet, it was no mountain. It was a tall gathering of blackened rock, yes, but no mountain.
"We will tread carefully," Alex said, planting his foot forwards one careful step at a time. He was wary of volcanic glass or other sharp objects hidden beneath the ash. He was equally wary of the heat beneath his feat. In some spots, it was barely noticeable, in others it was like hovering near a hot stove. They had to navigate to avoid those spots.
"This sucks," Kiara complained.
Alex looked over his shoulder. What was an issue to the ankles for him was an issue up to the shin for the dwarf. The orange-haired woman tried to follow in the track the others made, but size differences made even that difficult. "I can help you with that."
"I don't need your help, you giant!" the orange-haired woman responded and puffed up her cheeks. "Just keep taking steps like a walking space elevator."
Chuckling, he turned around. Kiara squawked when he scooped her up. She was heavy for her size but light for the titan-blooded male. "You may not need my help, but I will give it anyway," he said, now carrying her in front of him.
"Like you didn't just want to cop a feel," the Irish woman kept up the brattiness, despite her light smile. She made herself comfortable in his arms. His fingers sunk into the plush cheeks he held her by. "You're probably just thinking about what you want to do to me, perv."
"Now that you mention it…" Alex's cock was rapidly rising. An advantage of the flat land was that he would see dangers coming swiftly, so why not indulge himself a bit?
"I was just teasing you, don't you darrrrrreee–"
Kiara's protests turned into a choked cry when Alex impaled her. His rigid manhood parted her yielding, female flesh. The shortstack's cunt was soon fully filled out, yet she cried out in pleasure as she sunk even further down. Her womb was pushed upwards by his manhood. Whatever screwy miracle of magical biology was at work, it felt fantastic for both of them. Fully sheathing his cock, the Irish dwarf was immediately squirting.
"Sensitive brat," Alex aggressively complimented and smacked her ass.
He was not missing a single step. Holding her by both of her plump cheeks, he made the carriable package his walk-and-fuck sex toy. Huge tits pressed against his upper abs. The brat pressed kisses on his pectorals and collar.
"Stupid… fucking… huge… man… with your stupid… fat… fantastic…. Coooooock!" Kiara cried out as another orgasm rippled through her compact curves. Her back curved back. Her tits jiggled, now jiggling atop her erotically contorted chest. "W-wait!"
Her sharp tone had him stop. That was not the voice of a brat just trying to rile him up more. "What is it?" he asked, worried he was overstepping.
"I felt some… valuable metal that way." Kiara pointed to the southwest, away from the volcano. "D-don't stop fucking me!" she told him, when he began to lift her off his cock. "I think I need to keep cumming to sense it."
"An orgasm-powered metal detector," Janette drawled.
"...That's going straight into the book," Ashley muttered. "Orgasm-powered metal detector…"
"Shut it!" Kiara snapped at her fellow haremettes, then cried out when he did exactly as he had asked.
Alex had good experiences with following their intuition so far. He also found carry-fucking Kiara to be a fantastic experience baseline. That she was pointing him in a direction every time he made her climax only added to it all. A treasure-chase and sex all in one.
"We… are… there!" Kiara shouted, the last orgasm washing over her. The wringing of her tight tunnel send Alex over the edge as well. Squirting love juices marked the spot, the ginger's climax rising ever higher while his seed pumped into her depths.
More cum surged from his depths, a tender hand rolling his balls encouraging him. "Master's balls were always so full, his loads so thick," Ashley muttered her notes. She whispered more. The rushing of blood in his ears prevented him from picking it up. He knew it was lewd all the same.
"Urgh, now my legs are all jittery and I am dripping all over the place!" Kiara lamented when he put her down. "I feel like I got hit by a battering ram, except a battering ram would be more gentle!"
"Yeah, yeah," Alex pat her on the head, coaxing a mixture of annoyed gremlin noises and happy coo from her. "You said we are there?"
Kiara squatted down and began to move soot to the side. Ash rose in bothersome clouds, making them all look like they were interns in a coal mine.
'I hope we will find a bath at some point today,' he thought. He didn't want to have sex with his dick covered in ash, that sounded like an unpleasant time. The alternative was not having sex at all for the rest of the day and he wasn't about that life.
After some digging, Kiara pulled something up. She got it out into the air, then had to juggle it around a bit to let it cool. Once she held it firmly, she inspected it as interestedly as the rest of them.
Two spheres of metal had been melted together into a shape that vaguely resembled either a round posterior or a pair of huge tits squished together. The metal was of a strong pink shade with blue swirls going through it like damascus steel.
"No idea what that is, but it looks valuable," Janette remarked.
"Also it, uhm… feels kind of… lewd?" Ashley suggested.
Alex knew exactly what she meant. The metal gave off an aura of pleasant warmth and erotic thoughts. "Whatever it is, we're taking it along," he decided.
"Of course we are," Kiara decided and handed it off to Janette. Getting the chunk into the Storage Gauntlet required some works with the angles, but ultimately she managed to just barely get it in. "Now that i managed to make the day start brilliantly, where to next?"
"That way," Alex said and pointed southeast.
"Not that way?" Janette asked, pointing at the oddly perfect volcano.
Shaking his head, the man of the island presented his logic. "I want to know more about the surroundings first."
"Whatever you say, Master." The dryad's tone made it sound confrontational. That was just Janette's social inability manifesting. If she had meant to disagree with him, she would, at a minimum, not use his title.
They began walking. Alex was back to carrying Kiara, though he did not walk fuck her again. Before he got an opportunity to clean his cock, he would either remain abstinent or he would be very thankful for the woman that volunteered to give him an ashy tongue bath.
"You know… what I miss?" Ashley asked slowly, penetrating the silence of their march.
"Having feeling in your legs?" Kiara suggested immediately.
As he swerved around another heated spot, Alex rolled his eyes. "I didn't pound you that hard."
"I'll be the judge of tha- Ow! What was that for?"
Alex released the pinch of her thigh. "Seems like you got plenty of feeling there."
"I was speaking metaphorically! Urgh, that will bruise…"
"Good, gives you something to think of me."
"Oh… fuck…" Kiara muttered under her breath. Somehow, that was the hottest thing she had heard all day. Masochistic submissives could react intensely to the weirdest of sentences. To overplay her own arousal, the bratty dwarf immediately returned the topic to Ashley. "So what are you missing?"
"A bunch of things, but I was specifically thinking about my phone." The reporter practically hopped from one of Alex's footprints to the next. He was the head of the formation, Janette behind him, and Ashley in the back. He broke the ash, Janette furthered that trail, and Ashley had relatively simple steps to take. That also meant she was the only one who could walk at regular speed.
"I haven't missed my phone much," Kiara responded. "That blasted thing - every time it vibrated I had to deal with another thing. What about you, Janette?"
The cold woman hummed. "I noticed its absence."
"I haven't…" Alex weighed in. "...but I think that's because I have been the busiest." it had now been nearly two weeks since they crash-landed. During that entire time, when he wasn't walking, he was having sex or talking. Sometimes he was doing all three things at once. Sometimes he was fighting enormous animals or getting lost in some inner realm filled with the blood of his multitude of ancestors. "If I ever stayed a day in the tree, I might realize that I don't have access to the internet anymore too."
"I-I wasn't even thinking about the internet, specifically," Ashley said. "Just… I would love to listen to some music right now. Wandering with music is just… better?"
"Actually, wandering with music is suicide," Alex remarked. "You must be thinking of walking."
"What's the difference, Master?" Janette asked.
"Walking is when you use your feet to get from A to B. Wandering is when you use your feet to traverse an environment." Alex was being semantic in a nonsensical way for the sake of conversation. "What I am getting at is that you don't really walk through the mountains, but you do wander them."
"So… you didn't listen to music during your survivalist trips?"
"No. The instructor I had immediately told us never to do that. After all, the only thing that's worse than a bear attack is a bear attack you don't hear coming."
Kiara poked his chest repeatedly. "But the risk of getting caught balls deep inside a sex slave by a lava elemental is fine, huh?"
"As long as we are clear that I was, in fact, inside of a sex slave."
"..." The ginger went silent, blushed, scoffed, crossed her arms, and pouted all over the course of three seconds. "Whatever, Master." She tried to use the title mockingly. It crossed her lips with a degree of veneration all the same.
"Okay… so listening to music would be stupid… but I still miss it," Ashley remarked.
"Since we are on the topic… how have you been dealing sitting in the tree with the absence of the quick entertainment?" Alex wondered. "Or sitting around the camp, for that matter? Just, in general?"
"Honestly, the first couple of days were pretty difficult - for me," Ashley gave her account.
"It had its downsides. I don't think it was too bad."
"I was bored out of my skull," Kiara confessed. "Didn't know how our ancestors did without it, but those genes are still in here." She tapped the side of her head. "Got used to it after three days or so. I still find myself wanting to watch something sometimes."
"The, uhm… constant sex helps…" Ashley muttered. "Hard to get bored with so much… wow… around."
Alex smirked at the mental image of his women all entangling and chatting while he was away. A harmonious household, just as he desired it. "How about you, Janette?" he asked. Pulling the quiet dryad into the conversation was a bit of constant work, but that was fine.
"I honestly enjoy the absence of videos to watch. Everyone is living in the moment. It's making every moment more meaningful." Janette affectionately put a hand on Alex's back. "Time flows fluidly. No mechanical seconds, just a string of shared time all beautiful, all worth memorizing."
"That… was… beautiful!" Ashley exclaimed.
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They continued their journey around the distant volcano by turning east. The ash laid less thick in these parts. It seemed that the wind usually carried the particles that rose from the volcano to the west. Everywhere else still received some of the ash rain, but not as much.
The heat was all the same though. They continued to tread carefully, circumnavigating patches would burn the skin of their soles if they weren't careful.
"That looks interesting," Alex said.
The others couldn't see what he was talking about for about 400 metres of walking. It was a crest in the landscape, a swifter rise with a much harsher fall than the otherwise gentle up and down of the borderline flat ashlands.
The steep slope created something of a windshadow. Its edges were marked with formations of molten rock that looked like half-molten candles. "Looks like the volcano came into being with quite an explosion?" Alex theorized.
More interesting than the remnants of that explosion was what laid in the cover. Though half-covered by ash and toppled over, the totem poles were immediately recognizable. The man of the island put down Kiara, then brushed the soot off the surface, studying the now familiar lines and symbols carved into the ancient wood. They all resembled what he had seen in the caves, though incomplete. There were large gaps in the carvings and the lower segments were entirely blank.
Each of the totem poles was about as wide as a basketball and as tall as Alex. He gave one a testing tug. They were dense hardwood, heavy but nothing compared to his Cataclysmic Greatsword. If he wanted to, he could carry two and the other three women could carry the third between them.
That was if he wanted to. Having more research materials to understand the civilization that had existed her could be to their benefit. Simultaneously, those could have been there for a reason. Perhaps it was best to finish them where they were? If that was his goal, he would need to come back with someone apt at using the carver's tools they had found the other day.
"We'll leave them here," Alex decided. "They might have an arcane purpose we don't understand. We'll be back another day."
"Alright," Kiara agreed.
"Then… where to next, Master?" Ashley asked.
"The volcano," Alex said. "I think we have secured enough ground now. Let's see what that is about."
They began their march towards the source of the soot and heat. The heat of the tropics increased, but the Necklace of Regulation prevented that from affecting them. They only had to watch their step, though that got easier as they got closer to the mountain.
Out in the ash fields, the veins of magma beneath the earth were hidden by stone and soot. Close to the volcano, the rock flowed openly on the surface, following channels that eventually disappeared beneath the earth.
"This is some grade-A magical BS," Kiara remarked.
Alex grunted in agreement. Granted, volcanoes were not an area of expertise of his, but he was at least certain that it wasn't normal for lava to just continuously flow like that. It continuously spawned from the miniature mountain, ran like viscous water, and yet did not heat the ground too any bothersome degree.
They walked on flat, black stone now. It was cracked in many places, a once level surface shifted into a multitude of different elevations and crooked platforms. It all surrounded the volcano.
Up close, it looked a lot larger, yet it was still an objectively tiny 'mountain'. It went only 25 metres up, consisted entirely of black stone, and the lava constantly spilled down the sides in channels carved by time.
"The lava elemental that attacked me yesterday is probably the source of this endless stream," Alex theorized. From what he understood about magic so far, it still operated according to rules. Esoteric rules, yes, but cause and effect were still in place.
"Sounds like a reasonable assumption," Kiara said.
They walked around as best they could. Bridges and narrow gaps allowed them to cross the lava streams here and there. Alex had expected something of note to happen when they got there. Instead, it was just… a volcano.
He kept his hand on the Necklace of Regulation. The air outside the temperate bubble was extremely hot. Without the magical item, they would have needed to weave in and out of the area, recovering like one did after a trip to the sauna. He preferred not putting himself and his women through that ordeal.
Just as he was starting to think that there was nothing of value around here at all, Ashley found the entrance.
"Hey, uh… that looks interesting," the reporter said, pointing them all at the stone archway.
It was a lone mark of light grey, hidden between cracked platforms and overhanging, black rock. The volcano seemed to have grown around that gate, an impression that only grew stronger Alex approached. Strings of cooled rock hung, hardened, above the upper edge of the tall entrance. The ground consisted of reinforced tiles that had survived the shifting of the ground. Same was true for the hallway behind, a slanted corridor that lead into the earth beneath the volcano.
"Another dungeon?" Alex guessed, then chuckled. "Feels weird to say that in real life."
"Our entire life is weird now," Kiara remarked.
"Fair point."
Janette stood next to Alex, her cold gaze glinting with a competitive desire. "Are we heading inside?"
It was still early in the day. They could, conceivably, descend and at least clear a decent amount of the space. Then again, he was making assumptions on how deep it went and what they would find down there.
Alex thought about it for several moments, then nodded. "Let's explore this."
"A-are you sure?" Ashley asked. Her cautious tone reached his ears just as Janette hugged his arm. The dryad clearly approved of his decision. "Is that, uhm, wise?"
"We have plenty of time," he responded, "and we are plenty prepared, I think. If that turns out to be wrong, we'll find out."
"Let's just hope there's something valuable in there," Kiara stated.
They advanced into the corridor. After the first metres, Janette pulled out the glowing crystal stored in the gauntlet. It's golden light pushed back the darkness. It was not as efficient as a flashlight, but it was more than enough for them to know where they were going.
The first corridor opened up into an underground chamber. Like the land around the volcano, the chamber was broken and mismatched. The same went for the adjacent corridors. Dereliction had made it a labyrinth.
"So, uh, where do we go first?" Ashley asked. "This seems confusing…"
"It is for now," Alex agreed. He gently removed Janette from his arm to inspect markings on the wall. They were carved in that now-familiar mixture of Greek and Aztec designs. "This place is manmade, however. Even if the pieces have been shifted, the puzzle has a set outcome." The pilot turned back to his women with a confident smile. "I am good at keeping locations in my head."
"No kidding," Kiara muttered in earnest appreciation. She wasn't all brattiness.
"I hope we find water somewhere down here," Janette said.
"Want to get his dick clean that badly?" the ginger dwarf asked.
Janette shrugged carelessly. "He's our Master, he deserves to cum often and hard. Evelyn is entirely right on this front."
"Y-yeah, if Alex does all the work then we can keep his balls empty!" Ashley agreed.
"I suppose if you put it like that…" The trio gave his halfmast a hungry look. He would have been at full erection already had it not been for the continued layer of abrasive dust on his man bits
"For the first time since landing, I wish I had clothes, so this situation could have been avoided," Alex lamented, as he lead them down the first corridor. To put a map together in his head, he needed to get a minimum of the layout scouted.
"If you could have clothes or some magical item that just let you wash anywhere you are, which one would you choose?" Janette wondered.
"The cleaning, obviously," Alex responded. "I am very appreciative of the nudist life. I would only allow clothes in the direst of circumstances."
"Allow, like you can tell us not to wear any?" Kiara started in a mocking tone, but ended up voicing it as a question. "Would you like us to be naked forever? Your readily accessible free-use slaves?"
"Yes," Alex answered without a second of hesitation.
"...I suppose that is the adequate repayment for being our go-to for all of our problems," Kiara admitted. With a smug smile, she added, "After all, you thrive in providing for us, right?"
"You heard of that already?" the man of the island asked.
Janette swung the light crystal around, illuminating a craggy wall. The room they were currently in had been split, one half shifting so much upwards that it was no longer accessible from its other half. "Tess and Jane made sure everyone heard."
"Good girls," Alex said, happily. He wanted all of his haremettes to know what he was about. "Obviously, if you don't want to become that submissive, you can stop wherever you want. I just wanted it to be clear that I am very comfortable with the position I am moving into."
"I loathe relying on people," Janette stated immediately, only to shoot him a smile. "You are the exception, Master. It's… soothing to know there's someone that will spoil me."
"...please protect me, I am small…" Ashley muttered shyly.
"Louder, I can't hear you, my little mouse."
"P-please protect me, I am very small!" the Asian reported shouted, pale cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'll rely on you, Master! I h-hope this chatty sex slave will b-be able to make you happy!"
"You already are making me a very happy man," Alex assured.
"Yes, yes, we all sign our autonomy away willingly to the big, muscular, kind and yet endearingly sadistic titan of a man," Kiara drawled, the sarcasm failing to paint over her true feelings. "I am just soooo reluctant about giving everything I am to a man that treats me right and can beat a gorilla in a fistfight."
"And I am just so annoyed that I have to do my duty as a man and protect my gorgeous and capable tomboys," Alex returned in kind.
Their banter continued on, while he guided them through the corridors. Scouting became puzzling became resolution. The upper floor was symmetrically built. On a top-down map, the mirroring axis was horizontal, located right north of the entrance tunnel. Having found that pattern, finding the staircase downwards was only a matter of time. Several of the corridors he wanted to use had been turned inaccessible by the drifting rooms. At least the exploration yielded a couple of other results.
"Shiny little things," Kiara purred, rolling the stones between her fingers. They did not appear particularly rare, but they were nicely cut and had survived the ages down here, courtesy of being rocks. The dwarf had taken an immediate liking to them and kept carrying them on her person.
Alex hoped they would find more interesting items deeper down.
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Alex had descended into the guts of a structure many times before. He came from wealth and though his parents had always made clear that wealth would go to his older siblings first, he still had spend much of his childhood inside large structures. As children were want to do, he had managed to find his way in the cellar of an expensive school, explored the undergrounds of mansions, and, when he was older, he had walked through the supply tunnels beneath an airport or ten.
The complex they descended into reminded him of those dives. The decoration and such above were all stripped away, forgotten in favour of brutalistic efficiency. It was hot, like it had been hot in the cellars of the structures with their old, poorly isolated piping.
Here, too, there were pipes. Except those pipes weren't just poorly isolated - they were leaking red hot lava. It was an esoteric network, knotting along the outer walls of the corridors. The superheated liquid covered much of the floor, though ancient spill mechanisms were somehow still working. Molten rock flowed off into grates, leaving thin strips and pockets that they could walk on.
"Why would they be pumping molten rock through pipes?" Kiara asked the question on everyone's mind.
"I don't know, some ritual?" Alex suggested.
"I doubt it." Janette put her hand on the wall. When she drew it back, her fingertips were covered in fresh soot. "There was a fire in here."
"I mean… duh?" Kiara gestured at the glowing lava all around them.
The dryad gave the dwarf a long, disappointed stare. "If there was a fire, it means that this place was not built for extreme heat."
"We have heard of other places were the safety mechanisms they once built failed, so that's not the only valid theory," Kiara countered.
Alex listened to them both while he and Ashley had a look around. The piping had been utterly wrecked by the shifting of the rooms. Slow, gradual drift had torn the metal open.
Once more, the man of the island reached for the necklace. 'I wonder how far it can be pushed,' he thought. So far, he had only relied on its temperate bubble and avoided testing whether his feet would survive a toasting.
A valve above a stream of lava made it tempting to test if the necklace could protect him from more. The metal was every bit as hot as the molten rock beneath it. Though there was nothing to actually force him to use it. There were many other ways to find out what this place had been for. Technically, he didn't have to find it out at all. The path ahead was difficult, but there was a path beyond these pipe-marked corridors and chambers.
"I feel like you're having stupid guy thoughts," Kiara called out to him. "The 'could I turn that big rock into little rocks by headbutting it' kind."
"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?" Alex cried out in protest. "Nooooooooooooooo."
The tone made Janette raise an eyebrow. "What were you thinking about?"
"I was just considering if I could touch that valve without burning my hands by limit testing the Necklace of Regulation."
"..."
"..."
"...Uhm… Master…?" Ashley timidly raised her voice. "You were… considering touching… scalding hot metal?"
"Well… when you put it like that…"
"See, this is why men don't live as long as women," Kiara pointed out.
"To be fair, I would be taking that risk for you."
"There are risks you take for us and then there's risks you take because you think it'd be funny. I may have been a virgin, but I know men well enough! Even when you are smart you are stupid." The dwarf crossed her arms on top of her breasts.
"I was just thinking about it," Alex assured her, then cleared his throat. "Let me use the smarts without the stupid then."
He tilted his head back and put his engineering knowledge to use. As a pilot, he was no actual builder or crafter, but he had been schooled in enough about the fields to understand the machines he had ben operating. Not necessarily something that would have helped with magic under normal circumstances, but this seemed to be a sort of midway point between science and supernatural.
"The pipes… are going in and out of the walls," he said and pointed everyone at a few examples of where the cracked architecture had put to the surface pipe segments that should have been hidden. "And there's magma coming out of the holes in the wall as well… i think Janette was onto something. Lava wasn't what these were meant to carry."
The dryad took the victory with a haughty smirk. She would have grabbed Alex's arm again, if they had enough space to walk side by side. The quartet followed the narrow path between the magma spills as Alex searched for more answers.
He found it in a cold pipe. By happenstance, that particular bit of metalwork had not been exposed to the lava. The top had, all the same, been cracked open by the pressures of the shifting underground. Inside the tube was water.
"I think this may have been a central heating complex," Alex presented his theory. "The magma was supposed to remain contained and heat up water. Maybe all of the lava veins in the surrounding land are all of the burst pipes."
Kiara tilted her head one way then the other. "Could be… but then why is there magma in the pipes now?"
"Listen to what he said," Janette interjected. "If the magma was used to heat it and the pipes got damage, the magma would fill the pipe. Over a long enough timeframe, it fills all of the pipes."
"Precisely," Alex said. "Now, if I am correct, then all of these are the pipes that would connect to the outside… so if we follow them…"
The logic eventually brought them to a massive cylinder of a glass-like crystal. It likely had once held the water reserves of the location. Now it was only filled with lava and trapped steam. The molten rock was visibly flowing upwards through the pipes. Something put pressure on the entire system, assuring that the heat continued to flow.
Conversely, the room was not hot but chilling cold. Four massive totems in the corners of the chambers each operated as a cooling rod strong enough to cover their surfaces in frost. It looked like some emergency factor had activated and failed every bit as miserably as everything else.
They made their way around the tank, before stopping at a crystal. It was the size of a tennis ball, secured against the wall by two metal hooks that allowed easy removal. Curious, Alex first gave it a cautious tap, then lifted it out of the holster. Familiar with the process, he reached out with his mind and mana and attempted to activate any enchantment the object may have held.
A substantial amount of water gushed out of the eight surfaces of the surfaces of the round-ish crysta. It was like every side had turned into a half open tap. Focusing his mind, he turned the flow into a direct, shower-like patter. "Seems like I got what I wanted," Alex said.
"Thank Master," Janette drawled.
"You know, it's always a bit weird when you replace God with Master, but its even weirder when you thank me for something I had no influence over," the man of the island remarked.
"That's what makes it funny to me," the judo master responded. Not a single muscle in her face was moving, though she must have been chuckling inside.
'She remains a bit hard to read,' Alex thought. He was trying, but some of his haremettes still were a bit unfamiliar to him in their more unique character traits. A couple more weeks would iron that out, hopefully. "We can take a break and clean ourselves in a less magma-heavy spot."
It did not take long to find one. Past the reservoir-room was a long corridor. Attached to that side room was a chamber of long-forgotten purpose. Judging by the shelves carved into the wall, it likely had been a storage room of some description.
Janette put the glowing crystal on one of the shelves, spreading the soft, golden light across the entire chamber. Alex positioned himself in one corner and began his shower. The scent of ash filled his nostrils while it was washed from his hair. He directed the stream at his face with one hand and rubbed the ash off with the other. It was less a shower in the proper sense and more of a rinsing himself down with a hose. It worked through.
No sooner had he cleaned his face that Janette took the crystal from his hand. He cracked one eye halfway open. The dryad and Kiara were joining him in the cleansing, while Ashley kept a lookout. The Storage Gauntlet laid by the crystal. The necklace remained around Alex's neck. It had survived the storm the previous day, it would survive a shower.
"Time to get you clean," Janette purred.
"Do as you wish," Alex permitted with a wide smile. He closed his eyes again and let the events unfurl.
The water was pleasantly lukewarm. Alex wondered why the crystal had been there. An emergency fire-precaution, perhaps, or just a way for people at work to get a drink? He had no clue. It served him well, though, Every brushing motion of the duo's hands rubbed more of the coarse soot off his muscles.
Once he was clean enough, their strategy shifted. The water was still applied to him but the duo cleaned themselves by grinding up against him. It was not long after they had gotten themselves smooth and clean that Kiara's tits enveloped his cock. With the new lifestyle, it had been an unusual number of hours since his last release. Hard and sensitive, his manhood shifted between her squishy mounds. Kiara was kneading her own tits for their mutual pleasure.
Alex opened his eyes again, unwilling to miss that sight. The shortstack was panting, quivering where she stood. She had to keep on her toes to get her tits level with his groin. Drooling and with half-lidded eyes, she was a cocksleeve in the truest sense. There was no thought in that head beyond polishing his rod.
Janette was behind Kiara, water crystal still in hand. She was feeling up and washing her fellow sex slave. The last bits of grey was washed off the ginger's feet. Only then did Janette up the crystal aside and put her lips to use on Kiara's cunt.
The shortstack came immediately, the dual pleasure too much for her. Despite her trembles, she continued to massage Alex's manhood with her tits. A fact that got him closer and closer to release. "Ashley!"
"Y-yes?" the mousey woman stammered.
"You get my load."
"Okay!" Excited, the reporter hurried into the chamber. She stopped next to Kiara, falsely assuming the dwarf would stop. No such order had been given. Alex's urging grunts clued Ashley in without another word said.
The mouse-eared Asian bent over and buried her head in Kiara's cleavage. Lips wrapepd around his glans, the rest of his shaft remained enveloped by soft tits, and Janette changed her focus to his balls just as they began to tense. Three women are all over his cock. The load that had been building up pumped in Ashley's mouth in powerful jets.
Alex clutched the edge of the nearest shelf to keep himself steady while the trio did everything possible to prolong his orgasm. Ashley's swirling tongue, Kiara's shifting breasts, Janette's venerating kisses, there were all pieces of the puzzle. The petite mouse tomboy moaned while the taste of his cum triggered her own climax.
All good things faded eventually. In the absence of the bliss flowed a wonderful lightness. He felt like he had dropped weights that had been pulling at his limbs. It was incredible what difference an orgasm could make.
Kiara took the shift to watch out, then Alex returned the favour to Janette by fingering the dryad to completion while he and her clean up Ashley. At the on of their shower, that corner of the room was covered in a puddle. They had enough space in another to sit down and eat the rations inside the Storage Gauntlet while they dried. Afterwards, they had enough space in it that they could store the crystal and Kiara's shiny rocks in it.
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They wandered the complex for half an hour, simply exploring it. Paradoxically, it was cooler this deep down. Whatever mechanisms moved the magma around were either working in this part of the complex or too distant to matter.
The shifting of the earth had done damage here as well, of course, but it was lesser. Cracks, the occasional path that had been unaligned, but nothing so drastic as entire rooms having been separated into parts.
"Reminds me of the underground city," Alex commented as they poked into another house. "Same stone roof, same semi-integrated structures, same attempts to make open spaces." He ran his fingers through a pot of dirt that had once held a plant. Only the outline of something long consumed by mould remained. The soil was humid, as was the air.
"These people must have really liked building underground?" Ashley asked.
"I think that's survivorship bias," Kiara threw back. "There's probably a bunch of stuff buried so deep under the trees that we'll never see it."
"Agreed," Janette said.
"That would line up with the few structures we did find," Alex agreed. "They've all been in heavy disrepair. Makes me wonder if-"
Alex stopped when he heard a sound besides themselves in the darkness. It was the clacking, heavy sound of something dense in movement.
'No,' he corrected his intuition. 'The sound is rhythmic and quick. It's not something its somethings, several… golems!' "Behind me!" he barked at his women.
Ashley and Kiara followed that command to the letter, parking their short frames squarely in his shadow. Janette did retreat to his periphery, throwing the light crystal to Kiara, then assuming a ready stance. "I will intervene only when I see a clear opening," the judo master stated. "Fight as you normally would."
"...Alright," Alex agreed.
Three golems stepped out into the light. They were of the same make as the one he had encountered in the entering area of the buried city. An individual golem, he would have confidently taken on, but three? This was a type of combat he had not yet dealt with.
The three guardian constructions were armed with shortswords. That was good news for Alex. They were in the courtyard between buildings, giving the man of the island the space necessary to swing his massive sword around. As long as he kept that up, he could play the reach game.
Once they got in close, however, he would have a problem.
"No shot that you three are the kind that can talk, are you?" Alex asked, holding the Cataclysmic Greatsword at the ready. His answer was silence. The trio of golems were running their own approach protocols. "Figured."
The only way through was forwards.
Alex lunged forwards. A singular stride of his titanic legs was enough to get the golems in swinging distance. The wide, arcing slash went up from the height of his knee and stopped in the midriff of one of the three golem. The creature was pulled along the motion, the explosive strength pulling it off its feet.
Roaring, the man of the island continued to add strength to the motion. The first golem slammed into the second. The impossible fusion of stone and wooden creaked and cracked. Feet slammed into the ground.
Alex clenched his teeth, but all the same his sword came to a sudden still. Two golems were just too heavy, their combined strength kept pace with his, and further aggression was made impossible.
The third golem emotionlessly charged at Alex. Sword raised, he went for a stab. Though naked, Alex was not defenceless. He trusted in the magic, the titanic heritage that had given him so many boons. The sword stabbed at his shoulder. Its tip stopped against a scale of stone that had spontaneously appeared there.
Alex released the grip of his sword with one hand. Flesh and bone slammed into the side of the golem's head, sending rock and wood flying. Immediately, Alex retreated the step he had lunged.
Both sides of the conflict were recovering their posture. Alex would have loved to just mindlessly go on the offensive there, but that shield required time to recover - time he was unlikely to have. His Stoneskin was spent. What he had gotten for it was enormous damage to one of the three golems. Still, they had the number's advantage.
'I just need more power,' the mongrel thought. 'And I will have it!' His thoughts twisted into a twin helix, instinct and reason intertwining. The power pierced into his soul and veins, summoning forth a power from a wellspring of supernatural might.
His already prestigious muscles bulked subtly. Elevated in his strength by the mana, Alex repeated exactly what he had done before. The golems, being mechanisms, reacted in the exact same way.
This time, the Cataclysmic Greatsword's stone edge cut through the first golem cleanly. The damage midriff was undone and the weapon kept on parting the air. It did not stop at or in the side of the second golem. The empowered strike took the torso off the second golem in the same swing.
The third golem was charging. It was predictable down to the place it aimed. Alex let go of his sword, letting it fly to the ground in a loud clatter of stone against stone. His hands instead gripped the arm of the last remaining golem just before its blade could connect with his shoulder.
"Only my women get to rake my skin," Alex declared and whirled around his own axis. The construct of stone and hardwood was heavy, yet he was beyond strong. After gathering the momentum, he launched the creature across the underground plaza. It landed at the edge of the circle of light the crystal created, beyond the broken bodies of the now dead duo of initial golems.
It rose mechanically. Alex picked up his sword.
'One more strike ought to finish this,' he thought.
There was no need to hesitate. Nothing was in the golem's favour anymore. All Alex had to do was bridge the distance. Too fast for his opponent to even react, he rammed the tip of his sword into the golem's chest.
He did not stop there. His charge continued, only stopped when the back of the golem hit a wall. The enormous weapon slipped further into, then through the humanoid construct, nailing the creature against the wall. Alex left it like that, stepping around his sword to wrestle the armament from the golem's hand. He rammed it into the golem's head. After a few final spasms, activity within the animated being ended.
Alex pulled the sword out of the wall with one hand and turned around. "Fuck me…" Kiara muttered under her breath.
"You already got that earlier!" Ashley protested.
Janette didn't say a single word. With no more threat around, she had exchanged the combat pose for one of sexual submission. She was on her knees, mouth wide open, tongue out.
Victory got the tomboys going and it did the same for their Master. All the excitement of combat was now channelled into other places. Pumping blood rushed to his manhood. It surged to its full size as he walked towards Janette.The ground trembled when he planted the sword next to the offering cocksleeve.
He grabbed Janette's antlers with both hands. Her tongue dragged up his shaft as he pulled her towards the tip of her rigid manhood. Past that, all she did was prepare herself for the roughness to come.
And it was rough. WIth a deep grunt, Alex sheathed himself in her throat, stuffing tall of his manhood in the comfort hole with the minimum concern for her. Eyelids fluttering, she did everything but mind the treatment.
Keeping her steady, he pumped in and out of her mouth in a steady rhythm. The cave was filled with her muffled moans, the slapping of his balls against her chin, and whimpering of the two shorties watching it all. They had enough awareness of their purpose in that situation to spread out and check the nearby houses and corridors for anything else. It was part their duty, part a way to keep themselves from wildly masturbating while Alex enjoyed his victory rush.
Janette was his receptive cock glove. Hands folded behind her back, she concentrated all she was on being the wettest, warmest, readiest hole for him to stuff. She may not have been particularly masochistic, but something about getting her face fucked set the dryad off. Repeated climaxes made her brows tremble.
"Good girl!" Alex grunted and thrust forwards one last time. Pinning her face against his crotch, he just unloaded down her throat. The only sensation that could have been more triumphant would have been to impregnate her right then and there.
His orgasm faded slowly, the pulsing of his shaft continuing until he escaped the greedy suction of her mouth. Janette breathed heavily, a gooey smile on her face. They enjoyed the aftershocks together, his cock resting on her face, the tip dribbling the final drops into her short hair.
"Hey, guys, if you're done being pervy, I found stuff!" Kiara shouted. "I think the golems were protecting this!"