A parting kiss to his testicles later, Janette stood up. Sword resting on his shoulder, Alex followed the swing of her hips and the jiggle of her breasts. They had grown from small to medium to large during their time on the island. Quite the impressive development. Alex wasn't sure if he wanted it to continue or not.
They found Kiara and Ashley in a large room that, assumedly, had been a store once. The stretches of shelves and counter by a wall suggested as much. The dwarf gestured them towards the back of the room, where a busted door failed to bar access to some kind of storage.
Most of the merchandise must have been looted in the closing days of this civilization. Metal and leather scraps covered the ground, the former too rusted to still be usable. There were signs of disarray in the little furniture that did remain.
"Whoever picked this place clean probably had a way to disable the golems," Kiara theorized. "And then they were left activated and we came in here however many years later."
"Could be," Alex agreed and began to look around.
There was some stuff still on the shelves. Leather backpacks lined the shelves that had, courtesy of the moisture in the air, turned completely useless by the gnawing teeth of time. It was apparent they had once been made with skilled hand. If they could find one that wasn't ruined, it would be useful. Containers always made life easier.
They moved all the way to the back, finding nothing. Alex was about ready to give up, when Ashley tugged on the seat of a bench. It lifted a bit. "It's one of those… you know… hollow ones," the petite Asian said, while trying to fold it up.
Amused, Alex grabbed the edge with one hand and effortlessly moved it. The scent of fresh leather hit them all. One singular backpack had survived the ages in the isolated air of that bench. Alex took it out and inspected it.
From the outside, it was nothing special. Well, to a man of modernity a backpack fashioned entirely from animal skin rather than varieties of plastic was something special, but beyond that there was nothing about it that seemed off.
Once he raised the latch and looked inside, however, things got… confusing.
Alex had seen depictions of spaces that were bigger on the inside in various TV shows before. He had seen fae shenanigans, demons, elemental magic, and dancing eldritch abominations in recent days. Despite all of that, seeing a backpack that had about five times the volume that its dimensions allowed was confounding.
He put his hand into the space. Just moving past the upper rim was… weird. The air inside felt different, moved slower. Even weird was brushing against the inside wall. The corresponding bulge on the outside travelled way slower than his hand moved.
"Very confusing," he said and handed it to the women to inspect.
They did so, Ashley first, then Kiara, then Janette. While the latter two did it, Alex was also treated to another round of submissive fellatio. Ashley was getting quite good at using her little mouth to her advantage. Alex loved the rush of being entirely sheathed in a woman's throat, but the quickest way to get him off was to apply dextrous tongues to the tip of his cock. The mousey Asian had the hang of that.
"Kiara, you hold onto the backpack for now," Alex decided, once he was a load light.
"Roger that," the Irish dwarf said. The backpack looked a bit funny on her, even after the straps had been adjusted. It was definitely designed for a normal person and she was just… so short.
'It would look even worse on me,' Alex thought. 'It'd be like an adult putting a kid's backpack.'
"One more thing found that makes life a little easier," Ashley said. "Oh, this is exciting! Wonder what's next?"
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"Whoa!" Ashley's voice echoed of ancient stone. Dust hung in the air, tumbling in beams of light created by still active but broken crystals embedded in the ceiling. They illuminated book shelves two stories high.
The rest of them echoed the sentiment. Alex immediately went to the nearest shelf and grabbed one of the books. It crumbled in his grasp at the lightest pull, the leather spine disintegrating and the paper long since ruined.
"That's weird…" Ashley muttered.
"What is?" Kiara asked.
The mousey girl stepped outside the reach of the temperature bubble before she continued. "It's about… 20 degrees in here, if I had to guess. No extra humidity here either." Ashley tilted her head back, studying the dust in the air. "And… uh… mhm… yeah, there's very little air movement… so this is all around a pretty optimal way to keep books… yet these are all…" She picked up another book and it fell apart just as fast. "...like that."
"The temperature might have been unsteady over time?" Alex theorized.
"Could be," Ashley agreed.
It was just one of several working theories. Finding evidence of which one was correct was the challenge ahead of them. Although, if he wanted to, Alex could also just have left. The path ahead was clearly visible, solving this mystery was just done for the sake of finding potential treasure.
"So… uh… should I bend over now?" Ashley asked. "You do need… a cocksleeve to think, right?"
"Need is a strong word." Though his baritone made light of it, his hands were soon upon the ravenette. Her mouse ears twitched in excitement when she was picked up and carried to a stone table. It was tall enough that Ashley's toes did not teach the marble floor once she was placed face-down. Her derriere, round and proportionate, as an alluring rise and fall on her otherwise so petite figure.
Alex rubbed his cock against her slit, letting the anticipation wetten them both. Slowly, he pushed inside. Though she had proven repeatedly that she could take his full size, he was still taking it slow with her - especially now. A dick warmer she would be, but one used gently. He needed her able to walk for the trip back.
Ashley moaned lightly, matching the simple rhythm he found within a minute. No slapping of flesh against flesh, no wet plaps, just a steady in and out while he marvelled at the shape of her small back and contemplated the library.
"Kiara, are you sensing anything?" he asked.
The day had revealed that she had some connection to metal. Unlike Ashley's walls around his cock, it was not a stretch to assume the dwarf also had some senses related to stone.
"Yeah, I am sensing… something." As the shortstack wandered, Alex kept half an eye on her. The jiggle of her tits even when taking a casual step was enticing and he found himself quickening his thrusts into his mousey cocksleeve.
"Oh… M-m-masterrrrrr!" Ashley cried out, her first climax of the entanglement hitting her hard. Pussy juices marked the edge of the table, gushing from her greedy cunt. If she could have milked him dry at the press of a button, she would have. Those tight walls certainly tried their best to have him spill every last drop inside.
Kiara inspected the shelves, rubbing their hands all over the stone. While he had her eyes on her, Janette quietly found her own clue. "Come look at this, Alex."
Grunting, the man of the island slung an arm under Ashley. Her slender back was pinned against his chest, her cunt held in place while he walked. The bounce in his step added a little bit of pleasurable friction, the aroused twitches of her folds that much more. The pale, petite Asian drooled and sighed in fulfilled longing. At this moment, she really was just his cock glove.
Janette stood by one of the shelves. Her fingers sifted through the book dust, removing small, grey particles from the powdery remnants of knowledge. Once he was besides her, she wordlessly pinched one of the tiny objects. She raised it up to his face.
Alex had fantastic eyesight and it had only grown sharper since they had landed on this island. All the same, the object was tiny and he had to lean in to properly inspect it.
It was a grey,, maggot-like thing. A mouth of eight sharp teeth was its only dominant feature, the rest was a dried up, elongated body. It reminded Alex of a dead twig, left out in the summer sun.
"There are dozens of these in the book dust," Janette explained. "They must be responsible. Parasites."
"Does that look like any kind of bookworm you are familiar with?" Alex asked.
"I was on cloud nine and now I have to study worms…" Ashley lamented, still impaled on his cock while she was presented with the dead thing in turn. He could feel the shudder of disgust through her back and even in the shifting of her insides. "Nope, no clue what that is, except disgusting."
Janette raised the pinched parasite to her own eye. "It reminds me of the skull you brought back."
Alex did not immediately share that observation, but Janette could be trusted on this. She was the dryad and the horrid deer they had encountered had first mentioned the name Death Willow. An association with trees was thoroughly established, which was her area of expertise.
"So the Death Willow wanted this archive destroyed?" Alex muttered, while folding Ashley into a Full Nelson. Casually, he fucked her against a shelf. The light pace kept his blood pumping and thoughts moving. "Was it a specific desire or a manifestation of its general war against births?"
No one around had the answer. They would have to keep investigating.
"Kiara come help us with this!" Alex ordered. The dwarf may discover a lead of her own if she was left to her own devices, but they had a lead here first.
"Alright, you don't have to shout at me!" the ginger replied, her annoyance as thin as the barrier between Ashley's thoughts and her next orgasm.
Alex effortlessly kept the petite Asian pinned with one brawny harm, while aiding Janette in sifting through the dust. He checked the upper layers, Janette the middle, and Kiara the bottom. They weren't sure what exactly they were looking for in the dust, but hoped for the best.
Fingers met a cluster of the maggot-like things near the edge of one shelf. He continued on to the left, finding very few of them at all. He stopped at a pillar between two shelves to accelerate his thrusts. The casual usage of his carriable cocksleeve had pushed him to the edge and he needed a moment to ride out that pleasure.
"No lazing about!" Kiara reprimanded jokingly.
"Y-yeah, yeah." The pleasure of the moment was too much to keep his voice steady. Tight walls massaged him. With a short-lived roar, he pumped three more times into the black-haired mousey tomboy, then came to a still. Seed surged upwards. The white, thick load went right were it belonged: courting the womb of one of his women.
The brief instance of thoughtless bliss was rapidly washed away by inspired clarity. While the moaning, willing sex slave wrung every last drop out of him with her twitching insides, his eyes dashed to the piles of found parasites.
Look at from a row-by-row basis, there was nothing really off. The maggots had clustered at the end of their life, that could have had a myriad of reasons. Looked at as a whole, however, one could connect where those mounds were made into several curves. It looked like ripples from a disturbed pond.
The pattern was too repetitive to be coincidence.
Alex lifted Ashley off his cock and put her on a nearby seat. Breathing heavily, she observed him intently. The other two women followed her example. Apparently, when he put his relief tool down, everyone understood that he had found something.
'If they came out in waves, then there must be somewhere they came out from,' Alex thought.
No longer scanning randomly but with purpose, Alex sifted through the dust again. He only ever did it for long enough to find the next piece of the pattern. He went from one shelf to the next. Every ripple discovered brought him closer to the source, the epicentre of the impact of knowledge devourers.
He found it hidden away in a corner. When his hand went through the dust there, he found something hard and brittle. With care, he swept the dust aside, revealing a grey root. It was covered in holes, little tunnels that the maggots no doubt had emerged from. In its totality, it was no larger than his hand and yet it had brought about the end of this entire library.
Staring at it made his stomach collapse into a knot. It was a manifestation of profound evil, an extension of the thing that prevented his seed from finding the purchase that it ought to. Its presence implied much and left so much unanswered. What was the Death Willow, why had it wanted this library gone and how far did it reach?
Primordial emotions fought inside Alex's chest for dominance. He clenched his knuckles, just staring silently at the thing. In a moment of panic, he checked his hand. Touching it had not brought about any adverse effects, it seemed. Whatever this root was, it was dead now… but the storm of emotions remained.
Overcome by a sudden impulse Alex gripped the root. His fingers pressed into the brittle stone finding purchase around the root. With a powerful yank, he tore the grey thing out of the wall. Where it was anchored snapped, the un-life had left it untold years ago.
Alex inspected first the hole in the wall, found nothing more of interest, then turned the item around in his hands. "Vile thing," he muttered. "We are taking it along."
"You sure?" Janette asked. Her and the rest of his companions had stood aside throughout the entire display.
"Not entirely, but sure enough to do it," he confessed. Kiara held still while he raised the lid on the backpack and dropped the deadwood inside. If nothing else, he wanted to have another token of his triumphs. "Now… since this was the origin point." He gestured at the now destroyed bit of shelf."Perhaps we can find something that survived at the opposite end of the library?"
They did not hope for much, but it was still worth a try. Tracing the shelf furthest away from the invasion of maggots wasn't as straightforward as just wandering to the other end of the library, but it also wasn't a lot more complicated than that.
The dust there was rougher, the density of parasites within it lesser. The spines of several books had survived, though their contents had not. This held true all the way to the end of the shelf.
Alex lifted a book and out of the book fell a singular page. His reflexes urged him to catch it immediately. Reason won that battle and, rather than risk crumpling it with a hasty grab, he let it tumble to the ground. Careful, he picked it up.
It was too thick to be paper, likely being vellum. It had a goldish tint. Its edges were lightly damaged from the gnawing, wooden parasizes, but the illuminations boxing in the otherwise empty page were still gorgeous and unfaded.
There was a light tingle of magic under his fingers that Alex could not quite place. It felt like the page was awaiting a question. Alex had many he wanted answered, but he had a hunch that it would be wasted. There was no way he would get an answer in modern English. "Put this in the gauntlet," he told Janette.
"As you wish, Master," she obeyed, storing the page away in the dimensional space where they did not have to worry about creases.
They scanned the rest of the library for any valuables, but found nothing more. There was only the path ahead and the way back.
A quiet sense of foreboding in his heart, Alex lead the way. Down from the library lead a staircase. It was interrupted every 5 metres or so by a corridor running across it. Though there were hints of further complexes stretching to the sides, they were all made inaccessible the shifting of the stones. There was only the path down.
The heat returned and stronger than ever. The edge of the temperate bubble was plainly visible, the difference in air temperature making the world beyond bend and wave. What his mind suspected they would find was confirmed when they entered the only and final chamber at the bottom of the complex.
It must have been grandiose once. A massive chamber whose ornaments of blue crystal still shone bright. It was akin to a cathedral. The calm beauty that this place was supposed to have was marred by the cracks of red, hot lava streaking through. Vents on the sides of the spewed forth incandescent chains. They were not natural, their linkage too odd to be forged, shifting as they were observed, and the material to radiating in magic to be anything besides esoteric in its origin.
Four chains connected to four shackled wrists of an enormous creature. It wept when they entered and quickly rose to its full height when it noticed them. "FREE MEEEE!" it demanded, a snake like mouth bellowing forth painful heat. "FREE ME!" It repeated, four arms straining against its bondage. Two, smaller ones impotently slammed into the pool of lava beneath it. "FREEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" it roared, the coils of its serpentine lower body thrashing against the unseen barrier of its range.
The creature was an embodiment of heat. Its skin was charred black. Magma poured constantly from the cracks all over itself. Its chest was particularly afflicted. The midriff seemed ready to tear between the layers of abdominal muscles, liquid stone oozing in-between like pus from an open wound. The centre of its chest was an incandescent hole, glaring at them like an angry eye.
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Alex was tall. Even bound, the creature was twice his height. In anger, it rushed forwards, stopped a few metres away from the man of the island and his accompanying women by chains and barriers.
"Free me," it whimpered.
"I have questions first!" Alex shouted over the motion of air around the tormented spirit. This was not a situation where the man of the island could just swing at things, he needed more intel.
The creature of molten rock and charred skin twisted in its bindings. Ethereal chains stretches, holding the monster in place. It thrashed in either rage or pain, perhaps even both.
"I will not do anything unless I know what's going!" Alex shouted, his voice firm. "Communicate with me, spirit!"
Tone or phrase, the words hit. With a shudder, the snake-like head of the creature was lowered to the height of Alex's head. "Aaassssssssssk," it demanded, voice crackling. "Quick… quick and set me free!"
"What or who are you?" he asked the obvious one first.
"I… I am… the great spirit Shluirach… I…" the creature hesitated, twitching as if the memory was pushing against something painful. "Bound… agreement… unreleased… the heat… the heat…"
Another hiss escaped it, then steam burst through fresh cracks in the skin. The spirit reared back, screaming in a fresh wave of torment. Such was the power of the monster's thrashing that the earth around them trembled. Stone vibrated with the flow of magma beneath it. Alex took a step back, protectively putting his body over his present women.
"Free me! FREEEEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Shiulrach roared, then collapsed forwards. "...free… me…" it begged.
""Why are you bound here?" Alex raised his next question. "What am I freeing you from?"
"Liquids… I move… the liquids… heat… free me from the heat…" The spirit tried to clutch its head with two of its hands, but the chains restricted that range of motion. "Too long… its been too long…"
"How long?"
"..:Free… me…"
"Who were the people that bound you here?"
"...Free…"
"Did they shackle you against your will?"
A semblance of will flickered back into Shiulrach's incandescent gaze. "No. I served… in honour… before she came."
"Who? The Death Willow?"
"Yesssssssssss." Hatred lend strength to the tormented voice of the spirit. Its skin mend itself, the molten core grew hotter. It straightened up, delivering its answer with newfound certainty. "The Death Willow. She rotted the totem, broke the great line, overcharged the heat. The heat… the overbearing heat!"
Liquid flames erupted from the skin of the creature. In that hateful moment, it did not seem like it was tormented any longer.
"No more questions! FREE ME!"
"So you hate the Death Willow, is that right?" Alex asked. Another sputtering of liquid flame was his answer, alongside the insistent hiss of the creature. It sounded like a drop of water disappearing on a hot plate. "Tell me everything about that you hate."
Despite its declaration, the Shiulrach was all too happy to indulge that request. "I hate her nature, I hate her origin, I hate the greyness and dryness she brings! She is a being of pain, of undeath, of horrific continuation of things that should have ended!" With every word, the creature swelled up further, its charred skin glistening like polished obsidian.
Alex was not quite sure what was happening, but focusing on its hate seemed to empower the being and if it's ire was focused squarely at the Death Willow then that was a weapon he could use. "What else?" he asked.
"I hate… I hate… I hate those that brought her into existence. The fools that feared death!" The spirit's fingers reached for the side of its head, the tips almost able to scratch the temples of the draconic skull. "I hate her legions, the un-life! All of that wood should be litter and mud! I hate what she does to blood! All should flow free. Stagnant, I hate her stagnant pulse!"
The chains suddenly stretched. Shiulrach managed to clutch his head. His searing palms layered on his burned skin. A plume of steam rose up from his head, a large cloud of expelled water that rose up to the ceiling.
"I hate… I hate… I hate humansssssssss," it hissed, opening a pit in Alex's stomach. "Humans made her possible. Humans bound me here. Humans forgot me. Humans left me. Humans died without permission. Humans failed to contain her. I hate the Death Willow. I will scorch her out of existence and then I will kill everything that could ever lead to something like her existing again!"
The opening in the spirit's chest suddenly closed, only a solid red gem remaining where a gashing wound had been before. No longer in torment or despair, the spirit laughed and flexed one of its arms.
The ethereal chain elongated, refusing the attempt to be broken. Whatever mana lay at the heart of the mechanism, there was not enough of it. The binding was pulled taut, then quivered as the strain on it continued to grow.
A loud sound like glass and metal shattering at once filled the chamber.
"HATE! HATE AND MOLTEN FIRE!" Shiulrach roared and the mountain trembled from its voice. Its one free arm slammed into the ground. In his Titanic blood, Alex felt the earth around them shifting. It was coming under the ownership of the spirit before them, Shiulrach's domain expanding through the mains of magma far beyond what he, in his burgeoning power, could sense. "Thank you, Mongrel!" the spirit hissed. "For lending your voice to my struggle. Thank you and know that I will consume your charred corpse with glee!"
Shiulrach strained against the second of the four bindings. The threat was beyond genuine. What exactly had happened and what his hand in it was, he had to work out later. Now, there was only the question of fight or flight. The moment the spirit was free of its bindings, it would attack. If Alex wished to stand even the slightest chance against it, he had to attack now.
"Listen to me, spirit!"
Alex turned his head, watching as Kiara stepped out of his shadow. The dwarven woman put her hands on on her wide hips, presenting herself proudly to the hate-filled entity. Her voice reverberated with years of PR-experience.
"We absolutely understand that the second order effect of humanity's actions have hurt you. Your suffering must have been long and was entirely unwarranted. You have every right to hate people for it."
Shiulrach strained against the second chain. Though his focus remained on it, he did pay some attention to the dwarf. "Yes…. hate… hate… I am justified to hate! Hate the Death Willow. Hate the seed."
"You are right… but." The single word had the spirit hiss at Kiara. A wave of heat washed over the bubble of controlled temperature, flames licking the edge. "Please listen, great spirit Shiulrach! But is it not true that you hate the Death Willow the most?"
"Her branches of unburned tinder. Her roots of unsoaked veins. Her reach of undead hollow!" With another bursting of glass and metal, the second chain broke. The two main arms of the creature were now free. Claws gripped the red chains that kept the lesser pair below contained.
It would not be long before Shiulrach was truly free. The necklace around Alex's neck switched between hot and cold, its enchantment getting gradually overpowered. If they did not vacate soon, they'd be burned by its presence.
All the same, Alex put his trust into Kiara.
"Then, please, listen! Your resentment towards us is well placed, but we can repay you! We, too, hate the Death Willow and the births she denies us! Let us work together! Use us, if that is what you want. Together, we can stamp out the Death Willow and everything like her."
Kiara took a slight step back, her elbow prodding Alex's upper thigh. Not leaving her hanging, he said the first thing that came to mind.
"It is as my beloved says! We can strike a concord, great spirit Shiulrach. Like you, we desire the ultimate demise of the parasite upon our lives. Please, forgive us for the sins of those that came before us, and give us a chance to redeem humanity."
The final pair of chains on the spirit's arms snapped. The mountain shook, a quake so powerful that the quartet stumbled backwards and sat on the stone ground, lest they fall forwards into the lava pool instead.
"YOU SPEAK OF FORGIVENESS? OF USE?!" Shiulrach roared, stretching his mighty arms. The already enormous beast grew even larger. The previously hidden serpentine tail of the spirit manifested fully and he slithered forwards. One after another, the six arms of the beast slammed down around them. The draconic head hovered above, liquid mountain dripping from its fangs.
The heat was undeniable. The enchantment on the necklace could not counteract it in full. It barely worked enough to turn the incandescent saliva of the supernatural being into marbles of cooled stone before they made contact with the skin of Alex or his women.
Alex had not felt this helpless since he had fallen from the sky. The tumbling of the plane had been every bit as terrifying as this was. The face of the great spirit and the surface of the approaching ocean were two sides of the same coin. All the same, fate was out of his hands. He could only try to deal with what happened next.
The quakes came to a stop. The final tremble sounded as if the mountain itself sighed in relief.
"Forgiceness…Use…" Shiulrach inspected them closely. The steam below the ceiling rained down on them, impossibly gathering on the black scales of the liquid elemental. It formed a webbing of markings on him, a translucent blue network of rivers, that ran through a volcanic landscape. "You have empowered me to free myself through your words, Mongrel. You have acknowledged my struggle, dwarf. For your services to me, I shall let you live. As you desire, you will be humanity's chance to redeem itself to me."
"Thank you, great spirit Shiulrach!" Kiara exclaimed.
"If you fail, know that I will bring rivers of boiling blood to your people. That is now my nature," Shiulrach hissed.
"We will not fail," Alex vowed. "What service do you wish of us?"
"You will deliver to me a shrine, a vengeance and a future." Shiulrach straightened up, tearing the last sign of any binding, the inactive metal collar around his neck, off without any resistance. "The shrine will be fashioned where water and magma meet. Trace the line of totems to its origin and you shall find the place of my choosing. There, with the hands of a Titan, carve a temple into the rock for the world to see and hallow it in my name."
"I will do so," Alex promised.
"Second, our vengeance - you shall end the Death Willow's un-life, as you have promised. Correct the mistakes made."
"That, too, I can vow to," Alex stated. It was easy to make a promise to what he had planned to do anyhow.
"Last, a future - you will sire a child with her." Shiulrach raised one of its smallest arms. The hand was still large enough that it could have grabbed Kiara effortlessly, but he only pointed at her. "And you will dedicate the conceived child to me, dwarf. It will be my conduit, my promised priest."
This condition had them hesitate. "What exactly does this entail?" Alex had to ask. "Will it make my child your property?"
"No fae am I," Shiulrach hissed. "I am a great spirit. I am Shiulrach of the Flows. Your child will be born with obligations to me, to tend to my shrines and extend my will, and in turn it will have my protection. It is my guarantee of investment in humanity's future."
Alex slowly turned to Kiara. Before he made any decision, he wanted her input. It would be her child, their firstborn, and he had no right to make this call without her.
As he understood it, he was about to tie the unconceived soul to Shiulrach in a manner that was akin to a Pen and Paper-style warlock. The great spirit would empower the child and in turn be able to exert influence through it. There were worse things to saddle a child with than a contract with a reasonable elemental. If all worked out, Shiulrach might calm down to be a thoroughly benevolent entity. The signs were there.
Still, if Kiara desired, he would have attempted to negotiate something else.
"Just one question," Kiara said, meeting the burning gaze of the molten elemental straight-on. "It will still be my child to raise, right?"
"No - fae - am - I," Shiulrach repeated, slowly. "Service, not submission. Cooperation, not domination. That is what I seek from humanity. Show me that you are capable of this and my trust in your species shall be restored."
"Then you have my agreement," Kiara promised.
"And mine," Alex followed her example.
A substance that was both smoke and steam and yet neither rose from the chests of Alex and Kiara. It spiralled up into a thread, the threads intertwined, and then were absorbed by Shiulrach in a deep exhale. "The vow is made," he declared and straightened up. "Act upon it and we shall see each other again soon. Now, I must bring boiling streams upon the Death Willow!"
Alex opened his mouth, trying to convince Shiulrach to stay and answer more of their questions. Before he could get a single syllable out, the great spirit had turned into a pillar of molten rock, rising through the ceiling. He converged with the streams of the volcano and was near immediately out of sight.
"..:I can't believe that worked out," Janette stated drily once they were alone in the now quiet and rapidly cooling chamber. "Are you in the habit of encouraging shackled creatures to hate?"
"First time I got the opportunity to," Alex responded and walked forwards. "Though I am uncertain why my words empowered it so much?"
"I, uhm… I think that magic is a lot about perception?" Ashley suggested. "So maybe as you changed how it is perceived or how it perceived itself, it changed?"
"Could be," Alex agreed.
The truth of the supernatural was obfuscated by its esoteric nature. Certain was only that they had reached the bottom of the dungeon. Where Shiulrach had been shackled, on cooling obsidian remained.
"Let's have a last look around, maybe we will find something valuable."
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The chamber had a few side areas that were almost inaccessible due to cooled magma covering much of the doorways. A couple swings with Alex's greatsword solved that issue.
"One had to wonder if he could have smashed stone like that with his other greatsword…" Ashley mumbled under her breath, her fingers wandering between her legs. She was openly aroused by the sight of his broad back flexing.
Alex acted on the impulses her lustful sight awakened in him, but not with her. Ashley had gotten her filling in the library just above. It was someone else's turn and between the carry-fucking on the surface and prolonged pounding in the library, there was a third woman in their group that deserved her dedicated dicking.
Janette knew it was her turn before Alex even had the chance to announce it. She positioned herself against a wall, squatting on the cooling ground, and opened her mouth. An index finger hooked into her cheek, tugging at the edge of her stretched lips, making the invitation urgent.
"Search is being left to us, got it," Kiara remarked with a bratty grunt.
Alex gave her a pat on the head in passing, before stepping up to Janette to indulge the demands of his erection. She stayed right where she was, lowering her hand so his manhood had nothing to complete for space with. Before that, he grabbed his cock, pulled it up and then let it drop.
Thwack!
"Ah!" Janette let out a clear moan when his cock smack down on her face. The heat of her blush competed with the heat of his member. She shivered all over when he grasped her antlers. The middle points halfway up the curved, forked horns poked out between his middle and ring fingers. They were nice and sturdy, perfect handles for him to drag the cocksleeve around by.
He tilted forwards, using the stone wall as his support. He gazed down through the narrow gap created by his forwards shoulders on the wall. It allowed little to be seen, basically just Janettte's face as she panted and worshipped his testicles with her tongue. He could see little, but he could feel everything.
Drawing his hips back, he dragged his cock over her features. The bump of her eyes, the side of her nose, the softness of her lips, all were felt through the sensitive underside of his shaft. When the head dropped from her lower lip onto her outstretched tongue, that was his signal to thrust forwards.
It was a swift and harsh conquest. Janette's throat yielded to his force, the tight tunnel stretching to accommodate his girth. Eyelids flustered, lips pressed against his shaft, then the base of his cock. He was sheathed fully inside her.
Alex was always the horniest after danger. His body craved to leave his seed in a woman. Though this wasn't the right hole, his instincts did not know, nor would they care if they did. Breeding this willing sex slave was just a matter of time.
Lustful slurping sounds accompanied every centimetre of withdrawal- Janette was fighting to keep him inside her. Crying, wanton moans were muffled by his cock, slamming back down the moment his instincts demanded.
He would never not be impressed by how long and enthusiastically his private sluts could stuff their throats. There was no gag reflex they considered, just the raw, ecstatic need of having him inside their holes. For a full thirty seconds, he never left her throat, just glided back and forth inside it. Thick strands of precum and spit connected her lips and his groin. They drew long when he finally did let her breathe.
"More, Master, please?" Janette whined. "Fill my stomach with your cum, I beg you."
Alex thrust back into her throat with an acknowledging groan. He was already close, the survivalist sensitivity combined with her readiness was too much for a regular man. Exceptional as he was, he too had his limits.
The repeated penetration of her throat had the oral slut quivering. What had started with an unusual but still human level of cum sluttery had evolved into a hair trigger fuelled by a face fuck kink. The moment her cries rose to a muffled scream was the moment Alex unloaded. He just barely had the presence of mind to pull back to her lips as he did.
The flood of his seed into her mouth had the already climaxing cocksleeve quiver continuously as she came harder and harder with every jet of the thick white that she hastily gulped down. Completely driven by instinct, she bobbed her head, tongue and lips coaxing every drop out of him.
It was the first of three climaxes he had over the next ten or so minutes. By the end, Janette was a mess of a woman. It was fortunate they had a crystal for field cleaning now.
While she got herself in order, Alex checked with Kiara and Ashley. "Found anything?" he asked.
"Just scorched stuff," Kiara responded and shrugged. "Shiulrach probably burned anything that was valuable down here."
"What about that?" Alex asked and pointed at the centre of the room. A blue gleam rose clearly from the obsidian background.
"That… wasn't there before," Ashley said.
He believed her, mostly because that was exactly where Shiulrach had been before. They stepped closer, inspecting what turned out to be a rod of blue, a streak of red in its centre, waving and curving like a meandering river. It was attached to the ground, but broke off with the mildest of pressure.
Alex immediately felt the power within the oddly shaped gem. It reminded him of that sphere that he had found in the clay in the early days. A sphere that, initially, the others had believed to be a product of heatstroke but, in retrospect, clearly was the beginning of his awakening as the 'Mongrel'. Would it disappear like that sphere had after allowing him access to his bloodlines?
He would take it home before deciding to interact with it.
Once the rod was stored away in the backpack, they began their journey to the surface. The underground had stopped quaking, which made traversing the corridors considerably less scary. Similarly, the magma all around was starting to cool. The ancient systems meant to transport water were shutting down for good.
Being back on the surface was a nice feeling in one sense and a dreadful one in another. Standing atop the small volcano, they were faced with the ashen wastes around them. They would get all covered in soot again.
"Back to the tree or are we heading somewhere else?" Kiara asked the important question.
"We'll do a quick swing northeast, then wrap back around to go home;" Alex explained his plan.
Trudging through the ash-scape again was bothersome, but not quite as bad as before. Shiulrach had taken with him the magma chambers beneath the earth. There was still some odd heat beneath their feet, but it was even now, like a radiator the size of a city turned up to maximum.
As for where the great spirit had gone, there was a clear trail in the soot of where he had emerged and where he had moved. It went northwards, before disappearing between the trees. It appeared that he had learned to control his fire after leaving just a few black handprints on the mighty trunks.
Wherever he had gone, he was too far to catch up with. Alex instead directed them east, to map out a bit more of the jungle.
It was trees and trees - until it was not. On the eastern fringe of the jungle, where it transitioned into shores and grassland, was a forest of a different kind, a strip of tall ferns that produced oils that ran down the underside of each leaf and made it pool on the ground beneath them.
"Careful, it can act like quicksand," he warned the women with him. This was the same kind of fern that Tess had almost died because of. Saving her from it had been the catalyst for her turning into his willing sex slave, so he couldn't say he was too mad about it. Being annoyed at a plant would have been stupid anyhow - unless this one began to talk.
Though the last service the ferns had rendered him had been a happy ending to a nerve-wrecking situation, Alex considered that there may be more good that could yet come from them. He knelt down at the edge of the slippery soil and dragged his finger over it. He tested the viscosity.
Alex had the privilege of massaging a woman once or twice in his life. This secretion of the plants had a similar consistency to the oils used to that end. They also already knew that it didn't cause any adverse effects, otherwise Tess would have experienced them after she had been mouth-deep in the stuff.
"If we could bottle and the filter it somehow or drain it straight from the plants, it would make for a good aid in massaging you all."
"Of course that's what you're thinking about," Kiara snorted.
"What else is there?" Alex asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Can you really not think about any other use for lubricant than rubbing flesh bits together?"
"...Fair point," Alex conceded. They had magic now, but there were probably matters easier solved with a bit of engineering, which ready access to lubricants would indeed help with. "We'll have to figure out how we can exploit this another time."
With no containers on them suitable to transport even a simple, they could only turn around. It was too late in the day to explore further east either.
Finding their way back to the Tree of Harem Life was easy, even inside the jungle. Its supernatural presence in the jungle was easily felt by its owner and the large clearing it created was as eye catching as the red leaves on its expansive canopy.
By the time he entered through the large gate in the gargantuan trunk of the tree, the sun had set and the world was about to go dark. Instead, he found himself in the brightest place in the world: where his harem dwelled.
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In anticipation of his return, his women had already gathered in the usual chamber. "You are late today," Tess observed. "Did anything happen, Master?"
"A lot, actually," Alex responded and got seated on his throne. A bath would have served him well, the various crystal-fuelled rinses he had taken throughout the day having left him reasonable clean but not thoroughly scrubbed. His dick was spotless though, something the angelic goth made sure to inspect and then to make use of. While she was waiting for his report, she might as well be bobbing her head.
The trio that had accompanied him lingered around the throne. Janette and Kiara were pulling out the spoils of the day on the table.
"Why don't you tell everyone what happened?" Alex asked Ashley.
"M-me?! I would just stutter throughout it all!"
"Just try to think about it in terms of a book report," he encouraged her with a smile. "Go on."
The petite Asian woman stared at him, then the crowd. Sure, she was the shyest of the bunch by margin and she did have a bit of a stutted, but she was still a tomboy at heart. Faced with a challenge, she ultimately needed little encouragement. She cleared her throat, then began speaking in that same tone of voice she used during her overflowing descriptions.
"Today, Master decided we ought to explore the nearby ashlands. We had barely entered them when Kiara was turned into his carry-fuck sleeve, which had the added side-benefit of turning her into a metaphorical compass needle pointing towards a deposit of mysterious metal.
Janette put the suggestively shaped double-spheres of pink-blue metal down on the table. Its lewd aura was immediately noticed by all, though that did not stop some chuckling at Kiara's expense. "So what if I am a sex-powere metal detector?!" her response, aimed at no one in particular, only caused further amusement.
"Following that we found a few unfinished totem poles of the heat-transporting design. Master elected to leave them where we found them, for now. After that, we checked out a miniature volcano that laid at the heart of the ashlands. Though it produced lava, that lava was of a thankfully lower temperature than regular molten rock, so we could navigate the landscape with relative safety."
"So there is a volcano," Sofia muttered. "Makes enough sense… did you encounter the… uhm…"
"The elemental," Valeria helped with find the word.
"Y-yeah - the elemental again?"
"We are getting to that," Alex grunted, one hand on the back of Tess' head and the other on Ashley's ass. A squeeze of that pert, firm butt prompted her to continue the report.
"We found a dungeon… and Master decided we ought to go inside," Ashley moaned while a finger teased her slit. "We found some… shiny rocks while we explored the upper layers."
Kiara put them on the table, puffing out her chest as she did. For some reason, perhaps to do with her dwarven nature, she was really pleased about these stones. To be fair, the other women at least partially changed it, inspecting them one after another.
"Then we… ah…!" Ashley took a moment, gathered herself, then continued strong despite her quaking legs. "Then we found ancient mechanisms moving lava around. We theorize that it was original there to pump water instead. All the same, we found a crystal that produces water in the control room."
Janette put that crystal on the table, next to the other items. Charlotte and Amethyst were, predictably, interested in it. "How much water?" the French vixen asked. "Is it hot, cold…?"
Alex answered while Ashley took the little break to cry out in orgasm, riding his large palm shamelessly. "Lukewarm and we don't know how much, though there are some energy reserves to it. We have been using it to clean ourselves. Thanks to it, we aren't covered in ash."
"Useful… hope it recharges," Charlotte hummed.
"It will," Amethyst assured.
"After that!" Ashley snapped back to recounting the day. "Master took on three golems by himself!" She shivered, in aftershock and awe both. "One had to have seen it, his muscles rippling as he expertly played around the distance in the underground chamber, using his superior reach and his limited defenses to defeat all three of the wood-stone enemies! The first slash damaged one golem, the second cut in twain and a second one with it, the third shattered the last enemy."
"It was pretty hot," Janette drawled.
"...yeah," Kiara muttered, squirming where she stood. "I-it's also where we found this bag!" the brat swiftly deflected from her masculinity-fuelled arousal. "It's bigger on the inside!"
The distraction was successful. The big leather backpack was passed around, each of the women taking a turn inspecting the oddity that was its space.
"Deeper down, we found a library." Ashley rolled her hips and squeezed one of her nipples, now fully using Alex's hand to 'masturbate'. Despite that, she considered to talk fluidly - even more fluid, even. The sexual gratification motivated her to keep going. "It had been rotted away by unnatural maggots, as Janette identified. Master combined clues to find the origin of them, discovering a forsaken root of the Death Willow. He ripped it out of the wall and took it along."
Kiara reluctantly retrieved that item from her backpack and put it on the table in a smooth gesture. It had lost much of that immediate disdain that Alex had instinctively felt towards it, but they all had a clear reason to actively loathe the enigmatic entity that hung over these islands, preventing human procreation.
"Any reason you did that?" Jane asked, green eyes remaining on the item for a while.
"I like taking trophies from my enemies," Alex responded simply. "It is dead, truly dead. The purpose the Death Willow had for it, it had long since fulfilled."
"As Master says, all we could find that had survived the library's scouring was a singular page, imbued with magic." Janette placed that page on the table.
"Which, like the other books we found so far, will belong to Ashley," Alex was swift to say. "She is dedicated to translating the language and intuition tells me that this empty page holds answers."
Astrid laughed lightly. "I mean, it's clearly magical, doesn't take a genius to figure that out, dude." She would have given him a well-meaning knock on the shoulder, had he been in reach of her knuckles.
"And then… we reached the bottom of the dungeon," Ashley said, her foreboding voice immediately refocusing attention. "Where we found a great elemental entity with skin like hardened slag, six arms, and the head of a dragon. It thrashed in pain but was bound by ethereal, blue chains. Master addressed it and-"
"He told it to hate the Death Willow," Janette interrupted.
"I was getting to that!" Ashley declared.
Alex gave the dryad a reprimanding swat to the rear. "Ashley does the report," he told the martial artist. "Don't interrupt her."
For a moment the cold woman seemed annoyed, rubbing her posterior, then she sighed and relented with a nod. "I apologize."
"You told the bound elemental to hate? Did you learn nothing from anime?" Selana asked and shook her head. "Power comes from love, dude."
Evelyn rolled her eyes fiercely. "By Master, never say that again," she groaned. "I might cringe out of my scales."
"What? You don't get power out of loving our man?"
"I… mhm…" Evelyn crossed her arms under her quite large breasts. She also eyed Selana's enormous ones with a degree of envy as she did. "I relent. Still, I think Master's plan will have worked out nicely?"
"I hate to disappoint that trust, but I did not really have a plan. The entity, named Shiulrach-"
"Shiulrach?!" Amethyst blurted out, causing everyone to look at her. The slime and sole native of these islands among them blinked a couple of times. "Shiulrach…" she muttered to herself. "I know that name, deep in my essence… he's the origin of the rivers of this land."
"He definitely looked more like a lava spirit," Janette remarked.
Amethyst slowly shook her head, her eyes reflecting memories stirring that she had never had to put into a sapient context before. "He is the origin of rivers - of all that flows," she explained. "Water and lava are both in his domains… though water should be the dominant one."
"Ah… I see…" This bit of information was all he had needed to understand. While cumming down Tess' throat, the epiphany hit him. "There seems to be some… broken heat channelling circuit that he was at the end of. His bindings kept him in place as the heat accumulated over however many years he was bound there. When I encouraged him to hate the Death Willow, it must have finished that transformation into a lava spirit."
"And… what then happened to Shiulrach?"
Alex sighed and scratched the back of his head. "At first, he extended his hatred to all of humanity."
"Classic," Selana drawled. "Though that must have ended well, considering you are very much not charred? Did you kill it?"
"Even Master could not kill Shiulrach," Amethyst declared. "Not as he is right now."
"He was like twice my height and tore the chains away once his nature had changed," Alex said, in agreement with Amethyst's assessment.
"A-and then?" Sara asked, her rabbit ears twitching nervously.
"Then Kiara managed to talk him into giving mankind another chance," Alex said, giving the due credit to the shortstack. "Though he did ask for some concessions in return. We are to kill the Death Willow, we are to build a shrine, and my first child with Kiara will have a pact with Shiulrach."
"Like… a Warlock from Dungeon and Dragons?" Yahui asked.
"I prefer Pathfinder," Alex said, "but yes."
"Surprised ya know about DnD stuff," Charlotte chimed in.
"I never got the chance to play, but it intrigued me. I watched Critical Role."
Tess released her suction envelopment on her Master's cock to utter a singular word: "Normie."
That caused widespread amusement. Everyone laughed, even if they weren't entirely clear about the context. It swiftly was less about getting the joke and more about sharing in the genuine amusement of the wider harem. The man of the island was holding his stomach. He just loved them all too much not to find the greatest joy in their laughter.
'Ah, to be part of this found family,' Alex thought and cleared his throat. "So Shiulrach then left, we found some traces that suggest he went north. Ashley, if you would summarize the rest?"
"O-okay… so… Master said we head enough time to explore a little bit more. We found the eastern edge of the jungle on this island, or at least that arm of the jungle, and we also found some oil-producing ferns there. The ones you know, Tess, as Master made clear."
"Could we bottle it?" Tess did not think about her brush with death for even a moment. In delightful tomboy fashion, she jumped straight to practicality. "My skin was quite smooth after. Also my tits would look amazing all oiled up."
"Mhm… massaging Master's whole body with our oiled up breasts…" Evelyn tapped chin with a sharp fingernail. "An excellent idea."
"We will need bottles and perhaps a way to filter it," Alex said. "It pools on the ground and mixes with the soil. Not optimal." He made a dismissive gesture. "We can talk about that tomorrow. For now, I would like dinner and a bath."
Their black-liquid servants seemed to have only waited for those words, streaming into the room with trays of food ready.
Alex was all too eager to dig in, but there was one more thing to mention. "After he left, we also found this… crystal," he said, prompting Kiara to place it on the table. It immediately had the attention of Charlotte and Amethyst again, in addition ot Blair and, to a lesser degree, Yahui. It was easy enough to make the connection. Those associated with water and fire felt a connection to it. Yahui, being more of an ice woman, only had a faint connection to a crystal born from the presence of a spirit of flowing water.
"What are you going to do with it?" Amethyst asked.
"I don't know yet… I will sleep on it."
The slime tomboy nodded approvingly.
Then they got to feasting.
[Total Dungeon Report:
Ancient Complex:
Floor 1 - Ruin Navigation (Riddle 4)
Floor 2 - Lava Pipes (Riddle 8)
Floor 3 - Triple Golem (Combat 6)
Floor 4 - Desolated Library (Mystery 6)
Floor 5 - Shiulrach's Den (Story Zone)
Loot:
Lustful Pink Metal (Technically before, but listing it here for convenience - Value: ???)
Shiny Stones (Value: 5)
Crystal of Water (Value: 14)
Greater Backpack (Value: 12)
Page of an Answer (Value: 15)
Essence of Rivers (Value: 18)
Alex has taken no damage.
Alex has used 1 Mana and is at 1 out of 4 Mana.
By freeing Shiulrach, he has torn down a structure that manipulates the natural world. This pleases his Ent bloodline, meaning he recovers 1 mana at the end of the day.]
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Hands sticky with the juices of fruits and cooked meat, stomach full with the same, Alex felt a different kind of hunger rise. Previously appeased by the constant ministrations of Tess' lips on his manhood, it now rose to a level that just one tomboy's service could no longer contain. "To the bath."
The three words were spoken into a room of chatter, all of which immediately quieted. His baritone resonated in their souls, awakening in the tomboys the need to satisfy his own. Before they could even think about it, they glided off the benches of cotton and wood, putting a pause to their existence as independent women. From now until they passed out, these 16 gorgeous tomboys were his sex slaves in every capacity he deemed appropriate.
Rising from his throne, cock gliding out of Tess' throat in a series of depraved, sucking sounds, Alex towered above all of them. He only stood tall for a moment, his erection aching impatiently to be inside one of his holes again. Long strides carried him forwards. His hand caressed the scalps of multiple women in passing.
"Follow," he ordered them.
The tree was filled with the quiet taps of over a dozen nubile females crawling over the wooden floors. They moved with the grace of gazelles and the need of heated animals. When he looked over his shoulder, he was met with the blank, lusty expressions of cumdumps, drooling in appreciation of his muscular body.
They reached the main bath swiftly, yet not swiftly enough. By the time they arrived there, Alex's self-control was at its breaking point. They entered the steam-filled room, heated by magic to a temperature that made his blood pump even hotter. He barely made it to the middle of the chamber before he spun around.
The two women closest to him happened to be Tess and Blair. One was still marked by the prolonged usage of her mouth, the other drooled in anticipation of it. In need of a quick release, he grabbed both of them by the back of the head. They did not have to be dragged to his crotch, leaning in and up the instant his hands gave them nonverbal permission to worship.
"Scatter, enjoy one another, clean yourselves, I will get to you soon enough," Alex grunted at the gathered tomboys.
""Yes, Master,"" they spoke in a, by now, entirely natural unison. Those two words crossed their lips with regularity and the purpose behind them was shared between all of them.
Nubile bodies moved around, climbing into the pool of hot water. Different levels of elevation within and the benches around made for the perfect scenery for the selection of willing sex slaves to splinter into smaller groups of sapphic love. Hands glided over pale, tanned and dark curves, rubbing away the dirt accumulated over this long day. Tomboys were prone to wallowing, to adventure, and even those that had stayed at home had their traces of impurities from hunting and scouting the area around the tree.
Fingers and tongues sank into ready cunts. The receivers tilted their heads back, moaning aloud the names of those that provided and purring to the glory of their Master. Even entangled among themselves, Alex's haremettes always had him on their minds. He had encouraged their worship, crazy as it was, and his soul sung from it. He was eager to prove them all right for putting this superhuman level of trust into him.
His eyes returned to the two that serviced him directly. Tess and Blair were moving in instinctive unison, goth angel and red succubus entirely devoted to the process. Silver and green eyes stared up at him, always studying his face for guidance. Their tongues slavishly polished his shaft, then wrestled in unified service of his engorged head. Tess' tongue was nimble and human, while Blair's had become as obviously demonic as her black-marked, red-skinned exterior. The pointy muscle stretched inhumanely long, coiling once around his shaft before engaging with Tess.
Since the angel already had her fill, the choice on what to do next was obvious. Alex clutched the curved, black horns of the fiery succubus in both of his hands. Pointy ears wiggled in anticipation of the privilege bestowed on her, slit pupils dilated. Her dark red lips were gaping, ready to take him inside.
Tess swooned while her Master stuffed the upper hole of the cumslut. There was nothing in the goth angel's heart besides satisfaction, watching her hero claim another woman. The first of the harem placed a series of kisses around the base of his cock, then worshipped the container of his seed.
The penetration was swift and needful. Alex grunted every centimetre of the way, enveloped by Blair's intense heat. Louder vocalizations reverberated from her. He filled a throat that undulated like the tightest parts of her pussy, folds massaging all of him that made her neck bulge.
Alex needed to cum, his lust demanded it. Usually, that instinct would have pushed him to hammer into his comfort hole with reckless abandon. Not so with Blair. The supreme cocksucker read her Master perfectly and applied her technique and changed biology perfectly. The imperfect seal of her lips filled the air with sucking sounds as she aggressively bobbed her head. Her throat-pussy clenched around him, the taste of his precum delivering her to a swift climax.
Despite her spasms, she knew exactly what she was doing. On every stroke, her tongue pressed against his underside, massaging all of his sensitive spots with great care, before he was sucked back into her depths and the natural cocksleeve that it was.
Within two minutes, Alex's cum surged up his shaft. Blair glided up in the last moment, allowing his enormous load to pool in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head. Tess grabbed his shaft, stroking the length rapidly, then ever slower as the tensing of his balls abated.
Blair cautiously retreated, presenting the white that contrasted starkly with her red skin. A light tilt of her spine betrayed her expectation that she would be made to share. Since Tess truly had gotten her fill earlier, Alex had other plans. "Swallow."
The succubus did not question her Master's order and gulped the mouthful of essence down in an instant. Her entire body shuddered, a final orgasm underlining her experience of being his first relief tool. A final headpat was all he gave her before he turned his still intense erection to the rest of his sex slaves.
His eyes immediately fell on Evelyn. The dragon-horned tomboy had positioned herself close to him, sitting in the shallow water at the edge of the pool. Her plush ass was barely submerged. Her spread legs, wet pussy, sculpted midriff, large tits and confident smirk were all above the waterline, laid bare for his viewing pleasure. The steam in the air made her dark skin glisten alluringly.
"All of me is yours, Master," Evelyn cooed with her usual, haughty subservience. Every syllable was intonated with the obedience she only had for him, her chosen, worthy mate. A finger circled her clit, making her gasp without setting her off. "Use me, if it pleases you."
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In three steps, he towered over her. Like a caveman, he grabbed her ankle, dragging her through the shallows until her lower body rested on the wooden edge of the enormous tub. Her upper body was tilted downwards, her sizeable and firm breasts slanting towards her face. Just this simple proof of his strength had her panting. The only thing she loved more than showing off was to live out her place in the harem.
"I am truly blessed to have such an eager set of holes at my disposal," Alex groaned. He skipped the usual foreplay, the teasing of her swollen mound with his cock, and instead pushed right against her entrance. His lust continued to surge through his veins with undiluted strength.
"Yours to fuck, break and breed," Evelyn hissed in delight. Her elegantly shaped legs, plump in all the right places from training and proper eating, wrapped around his waist. The heels pressed into his lower back, urging him deeper inside.
Bit for bit he advanced into the velvety grip of her womanhood. She was phenomenally tight, yet yielded so effortlessly to his advances. A conveniently grown, leafless branch of the tree above allowed him to steady himself. He clutched it with one hand, holding her waist in the other.
A last bit of force delivered the rest of his cock into her depths. Soft folds quivered around the tip of his cock, while the entrance gripped him tight. He lost not a moment to getting lost in the sensation. Rather, he began to thrust instantly, channelling the aggression that had been kept down by Blair's superb oral technique.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Evelyn's high-pitched cries echoed in the room, each a testament to how much she had craved domination by a worthy man all of her adult life. "Use your slave as your… ah!... cocksleeve, Master! Satisfy your body desires with my cur….ves! Carve into me your supremacy, my Master!"
Her delighted shouts were akin to a religious sermon. Placing a hand on his, she gently guided him to the jiggling rise of her breasts. Once there, he grasped her left tits roughly, the sensitive flesh giving under his fingers. Evelyn's spine arched from the mixture of pain and pleasure suddenly tingling through her. Her tongue stretched out in perverted bliss when he pinched her nipple and twisted.
"S-s-s-o-o-o-o-o-oooooo gooo-oo-oo-oooooood!" she screamed, syllables breaking under the percussive impacts of his thrusts. One tit was being stretched by the pull on her pointy nipple, the other was jiggling wildly, a visual echo to the clapping of his groin against her meaty ass. "Ma—aaahhhh!--ldito árbol, ya qu..quiero embara-ah!-zarme de una vez!"
Alex picked up the Spanish, but he had no idea what she had said. Well, her tone gave him enough of an idea that she was annoyed about something, probably about this being just for pleasure. He was every bit as eager to knock her up, so he understood the annoyance very well.
Especially with his orgasm fast approaching.
The intensity of his libido had its drawbacks. Something about the food or maybe just the raw concentration of pheromones in the air after such an eventful day had him more eager to cum repeatedly than usual. Despite that, he managed to hold on until his repeated, rapid thrusts pushed Evelyn over the edge.
The orgasmic clenching of her cunt was his signal to cum. Seed pumped into her depths in yet another series of intense ejaculations. Each of the five ropes shot into her was the size of the entire load he would have been capable of before crashing on this island. Each of the five ropes drastically raised the ecstasy of the already spasming woman until her toes curled and her torso rested only on her shoulders.
Evelyn was not howling. She was making no sound at all. A true cumdump, all ego was wiped out behind her eyes. All that remained was bliss, the total bliss brought by being used by her Master to their mutual completion.
Unpausing, Alex sought to dominate a different hole of his eager sex slave immediately. He pulled out of her, his seed soon spilling from her gaping pussy. It was a view he did not indulge in.
Gasping in delight was Evelyn's only reaction when he picked her up. She was a tall woman with a carefully cultivated physique and generous genetic endowments. All the same, he effortlessly repositioned her, putting her head where her cunt had just been.
Evelyn was simply putty in his hands. The dark-skinned latina extended her hands to wrap them around his midriff in place of her legs. Her mouth was wide open, ready to receive him. Even though her eyes remained unfocused, her purpose was clear.
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Alex grabbed the side of her neck with one hand, then effortlessly pushed his cock into her throat. The position was perfect for a facefucking and Evelyn, despite having been a virgin before enslaving herself to him, took his full length with climactic enthusiasm. His incubus seed had increased the sensitivity of her throat to the point it wasn't just addiction to his dominance that was getting her off. Her throat bulged beneath his thumb. His sack rested heavy on her face.
"That's a good cocksleeve," Alex grunted, gliding out of her at a leisurely pace. Just as he had allowed her a breath, he thrust back in, filling the air with the slick sound of the oral penetration. "Everyone can see your cunt gushing as I…" Another thrust. "...use you for…" Another thrust. "...my satisfaction!"
With her face unseen, covered by his pistoning manhood, Evelyn truly registered as an object to his brain. A pair of tits jiggling as her back arched. Hips that shot into the air while she squirmed. Thighs that tensed and relaxed with every wave of ecstasy. It was a sight for her Master, but something was missing.
"Heyyyyyy, Masterrrrrrrrr," Selana purred.
Alex split his attention, his eyes roaming to his fat-titted cow of a tomboy lover while his hips kept up the steady rhythm. Slow out, swift in, slow out, swift in, over and over again. Evelyn kept climaxing as he addressed Selana. "Yes, cumdump?"
"Oh, I love that," she responded huskily, grabbing one of her humongous tits as she shuddered from his voice. "I thought I'd grab my fellow latinas and join in?"
Alex managed to summon his spatial awareness to actually see more of Selana than her tits. The cow-horned tomboy had her free arm around Sara, who was vibrating like a nervous but very excited bunny was wont to do. Valeria and Janette hung loosely around them, a light uncertainty on their faces about whether or not they were allowed to approach their dom like this.
Of course they were allowed, but more importantly, Selana had once again proven herself to be the perfect sex slave. She had brought to him what he wanted before he even knew he wanted it.
Selana and Janette were 'pure' Latina (one from Ecuador, the other from the USA), Evelyn and Valeria were of mixed Spanish and African stock and Sara was actually from Spain. All of them were gorgeous in their individual ways, ranging from the mild brown shade of Janette to the hazel tones of Evelyn and Valeria.
"Selana?"
"Yes, my Master?" Her voice reverberated with a justified smugness. She knew she had done good.
"Cum."
Milk pearled from her erect nipple when Selana squeezed her tit from the sudden, orgasmic spasms. Teeth clenched and grinning wildly, she rode out the commanded orgasm, while Alex gave the latinas their orders. "Sara, Janette, eat Evelyn out. Valeria, Selana, suck her tits."
""Yes, Master,"" three latinas moaned.
"Y-y-yes, Master!" one Spanish bunny stammered.
The scene before him unfurled, reality manifesting in a manner even grander than his fantasy. Sara and Janette's tongues glided over Evelyn's gaping slit. They alternated, taking their turns tasting his trickling seed.
Simultaneously, Selana and Valeria stepped out of the tub. Their wet bodies glistened in the steaming heat of the room. Selana's fat ass was to his left, her brown skin stretching over the sheer size of her cheeks. To his right, Valeria's derriere was presented in its proportionate size. She was a tall woman, shaped like an hourglass, giving her butt a nice, round shape even if she didn't reach the cow girl's plushness.
They sucked on Evelyn's nipples, doing exactly as their Master had demanded. Selana obliged with an enthusiastic look on her face, her smirk reflecting that she was exactly where she wanted to be. Valeria did not show her emotions quite that openly, though her glee was still evident by her eager licking and kissing of the quivering mounds of sensitive flesh beneath her lips.
Sara and Janette were gasping all the while. "Tashtesh sho goood," Sara slurred, shyness forgotten while she tasted the mixture of a fellow slave's pussy juice and her Master's seed. Janette grasped Evelyn's juicy thigh to stabilize herself while her tongue drew tiny circles around the button of the cocksleeve's clit.
And a cocksleeve Evelyn was. A screaming cocksleeve, vibrating endlessly with powerful orgasms. Wave after wave of ecstasy hit her while her throat was used to sheathe his girthy manhood over and over again. Alex's hands wandered from Evelyn's curves to the wiggling behinds beside him, grasping the duality of dark-skinned derrieres with dominant intent.
The difference in texture between just two of his women was inspiring. Deep, his fingers sank into the bouncy meat of Selana's ass, her wide hips giving ample room for the landscape of her thick, twin spheres. On the other side, Valeria's nubile flesh was no less springy, but her hardened core of trained muscle only had enough fat for the pleasant, round shape to come together. Both sides were firm and yielding, yet it was the difference of mixture and size that made each so entertaining to study with his hands.
Craving other sensations, Alex suddenly pulled out of Evelyn's throat. She had just enough presence of mind left to groan an eager, "How else may I serve you, Master?" while her body shuddered from the loss of his heat and the aftershocks still making her spine twitch.
"Tit job," he uttered two words only.
Alex climbed into the pool, swiftly moving over to the throne-like structure in its bend. It was magically made for his size, a form-conforming lounger made of flexible wood and water-resistant cotton. It was perfect for him to lie down and for his women to do exactly as he hoped they would.
Evelyn straddled his outstretched legs, her large breasts dangling above and then resting on his cock. As she rocked back and forth, her soft boobs and pebbled nipples gliding over his erection, just enough water came into contact with her bare skin to add an excuse of cleaning to the service.
The half-African Latina grinned. Her face was marked by the harsh usage of her as his comfort hole. Her ass rose nicely behind her head, a pair of chocolate mounds. Evelyn knew exactly how to combine washing his cock with her tits with prostrating herself before him like the divine Master she considered him to be.
She did not remain on her own for long. Selena to her right and Valeria on her left knelt in the slightly deeper waters to the sides of Alex's lounging throne. The nature of the Tree of Harem Life put them at the perfect height to join in on Evelyn's service. Three pairs of tits were pushed together around his cock, drowning the large rod in an ocean of brown flesh.
Selana's tits dominated the engagement, making up about half of the pliable, female flesh on display. All the same, Evelyn and Valeria did their part. Leaning back against the magically conforming wood, Alex watched as the landscape of female devotion took shape.
All was softness, all was wet heat. Though Selana held the visual supremacy, Evelyn was the one to lead the unified motions of the three Latinas. A slow, deliberate rhythm was an easy start. Though the members of Alex's harem practically all could act in expert unison when it came to pairs of two, groups of three required more care.
This particular trifecta learned quite quickly. Selana was a savant for all things submissive, Evelyn a natural leader among haremettes, and Vaeria ever an observant one. Together, they accelerated quickly. They glided back and forth at first, basking the entirety of his groin and lower stomach in the glory of their softness. Then, they all squeezed their tits together with their hands, giving him a three-directional massage.
It was a tit job for the ages, a total melting away of his awareness into the submissive service. As a dom, just sitting there and receiving such attention left him wanting for a bit more. As it so happened, there were two sex slaves that he could use to slake his need to provide.
A demanding wave of his hand beckoned Sara and Janette to approach from the sides. Janette had grown to a medium size during her time on this island, while Sara was delectably flat. Alex liked the sight and feeling of both but neither could partake in the tit job going on below.
"I want to put my tongue to something useful," he told them. His arms reached between each of their softly parted legs once they stood at either side of his throne. The backrest and their feet were subtly adjusted, putting them both at level height when he bent forwards. Fingers pressing into pliable behinds brought them closer.
First, he kissed the marks upon their wombs. Sara giggled girlishly at the touch, while Janette only let out a low, pleasured whisper. Both moaned moments later, his tongue gliding over their slick folds, tasting their sweetness and breathing in the scent of fertile females. His already long tongue extended further, the inhuman dexterity slithering into one and then the other.
Back and forth, he went, making their thighs quiver and their vocal cords vibrate. Hands on their round butts pulled them ever closer together, until his head barely fit between the two pairs of thighs. Janette was the taller of the two, yet Sara's thighs were thicker, her hips wider. The darker Spanish woman was a bottom heavy wonder, compared to her paler, American kin.
They were pussy to pussy now, the upper peak of the swollen mons rubbing against each other. Alex's head barely fit between them, but barely was good enough. His inhuman tongue only had to travel left to right to change which sex slave he was using for his tactical satisfaction. He could even curve his tongue against the clit of one woman while penetrating the other.
Sara and Janette were constantly, lightly shifting where they stood, struggling to keep their balance while he tongue-fucked them to regular climaxes. They held onto the backrest of his throne and relied on his groping hands to keep them upright. All of that while the other three Latinas kept moaning, experiencing their own, lesser bliss from serving him with their tits. Well, for Selana, it was barely a difference.
The next climax was fast approaching. Alex announced it through the growing volume in his grunts, matched by the increasing urgency of the trio's movement. "Cum, Master!" Evelyn pleaded. "Mark your sex slaves with your approval!"
Valeria moaned in agreement, "I love being showered in your cum, Master."
"Getting you off together is what we sex slaves do!" Selana cried wantonly.
From three directions, his manhood was being confined. In heavenly softness, he was enveloped. The distant movement of hands translated through the plush, female meat into a massage like no other. Finally, he could not hold back anymore.
To the delighted laughter of the Latina cumdumps, his cum gushed from their joined cleavages. Such quantity was released with such pressure that it rained down on their faces. It barely mattered how often he had cum before on that day or even in the last hour, he still had enough to mark all three of them. Faces and tits covered in streaks of white, they backed away only to coax the remainders out of his shaft with their mouths.
Alex resumed eating out the less endowed member of the five brown women as soon as muscle control returned to him. Their sharp orgasmic cries mingled nicely with the depraved moans of sex slaves experiencing climax from licking his cum off one another's tits. The moment faded slowly, ending only when Alex decided it should.
"Line up for me," he ordered. "Sara, Janette, Valeria, Selana, Evelyn - in that order."
""Yes, Master,"" they responded in wanton unison.
They moved to the edge of the pool next to the throne. It was shallow enough to fuck them even while they were lying on their backs and the wooded space around, broad enough to walk, also made for a good rest for their chests if they decided to present their rears instead.
"Uhhh… should we coordinate or…?" Sara broke the submissive silence, glancing to her right at the row of her fellow haremettes. There was no agreement on whether they should present front or rear, interrupting what had been a near flawless streak of obedient coordination. Confused and awkward glances were exchanged. Evelyn rolled her eyes. Selana laughed. Valeria sighed. Janette crossed her arms. Sara kept being confused and awkward.
Alex smirked broadly. It took him out of the scene a bit, but he appreciated that. It was all too easy to get absorbed in being the big, strong Master. Little moments like this introduced a wonderfully human flaw into his almost… no, his absolutely unbelievably perfect sex life. Really, it only made it better. It took the illusion that they actually were just dolls for his lust out of the entanglement, only for that fantasy to re-manifest itself.
"Back, up, back, up, back," Evelyn coordinated her fellow sex slaves. The bossy tone was met with some laughter but followed all the same. The dragon tomboy had her position up in the hierarchy due to her pride and ability, both were acknowledged with a little banter.
Valeria turned around, while drily stating, "Let's obey the senior."
"You are one year younger than me," Evelyn hissed back.
"So old!" Selana declared.