Chapter 2543 - Island 13.2

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.

"Expired meat," Janette added, a bit more bite to her tone, but not enough to cause genuine offence.

"Oh, when that Death Willow is felled, I will give our Master so many more heirs than any of you!" Evelyn declared, a competitive streak in her voice.

"Well…" The bunny girl of the line-up left her challenge at one muttered word. No wiggle was necessary to make her wide hips enticing. At 21 years old, she was the youngest of the 5. She was also the shortest - in fact, she was the only one of the Latinas not in the top 5 of the tallest women in Alex's harem.

All the same, she had the second widest hips and bubbliest butt, superceded only by Selana. Even the resident monster of endowment did not have such a plump derriere compared to the rest of her body. With proportions like this, it was no wonder she had been able to leap across the tennis court.

She was also practically made to be turned into a bred bunny… but that was for another (hopefully soon) day.

Alex rubbed her ass with tender care, delivering only a mild smack to it - too soft to create more than a tapping sound. Though he had prepared her thoroughly, he pushed into her with genuine slowness. Making his Sara sing was a matter of gentle dominance. He accelerated gradually, stopping at a fast but not too rough pace.

And sing she did. Repeated orgasmic shivers made her cry out in wonder as he hit those sensitive spots deep inside her. Whenever one had grown a bit numb from the constant stimulation, he changed the angle subtly and went for another. He continued until he filled her up with the load she so justly deserved, then moved on in line, leaving behind a giggling, well-fucked submissive.

Janette started as plain-faced as usual. After putting her into the mating press, that was immediately replaced by a cross-eyed, teeth-clenched expression of bliss. He kept it simple for her, kissing her aggressively and dominating her with his long tongue while he ploughed her. Like with Sara, he reined in his sadistic desires, curtailing his approach to her (by the standards of his harem) low masochism. All the same, when he came inside her, she was a happily squirting cumdump.

Valeria looked back at her Master with a light smile breaking her serious exterior. Her ass, the colour of chocolate, was pushed up by her strong thighs, offering up her holes as his next cocksleeve. He entered her, then rutted into her for several minutes. The cat-eared sex slave screamed out her lust, making everyone hear just how much she loved having her insides rearranged by him - and how eagerly her womb received her own share of his load.

Selana screamed as he entered her, hard and fast. Her tits swayed in all of their heavy glory. A hand on her waist and a hand on her breasts, he grabbed her roughly while reasserting his ownership of her with every thrust. Her eyes rolled up and her lips were spread in a wild, happy grin. The cow-horned tomboy was pounded until she could only babble about being his property, then her pussy milked him for every drop a single release was worth.

The Latina that all of this had started with was also the one that Alex finished up with. Stamina recovered, she eagerly stared over her shoulder, awaiting for her chosen Master to fill her once more. "My body is yours," she renewed the oath she made every day.

"...God, I do love you," Alex groaned, feeling the need to say that.

A blush managed to surface on her dark-skinned face. Her smirk grew a little wider, even more confident. Her pussy twitched. Though the others had licked every drop of cum out of it, she was still gaping from the earlier pounding. "Don't mention lesser deities, Master," she purred. "In this tree, there is none as mighty and benevolent as you."

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Alex's cock pulsed like he hadn't just dumped four loads in four women in rapid succession. With all of the certainty of a graciously sadistic divine, he hammered into her. Evelyn's head flew back in a second of ecstasy. He seized her curved, draconic horns, pulling them for leverage as he pounded her every bit as ruthlessly as he wanted.

Her tits were a nice cushion between her curved back and the wood. Her ass was a perfect cushion for his thrusts. Spasms made the muscle beneath the fat tense, providing him with a nice and firm sensation every time he slammed his hips against her. "Tighten up your pussy for me," he grunted.

"Your pussy, my Master!" she screamed, obeying as best she could. Every part of her was trained, a body crafted through 27 years of athletic ambition and private perversion. She had observed her Kegel's exercises every bit as well as her squats. The folds pressed into him like a vice grip. The constant flow of juices kept him moving fluidly all the same. "Yes! Yes! Use your cocksleeve!"

She was astoundingly lucid and yet screamed with no sanity at all. She was on a sex high, her body hot from steam and sweat, glistening all over as the backswing of her hips made droplets fly from her jiggling cheeks.

Alex grunted. Even when he stayed fully inside her to experience the grip of her cunt, there was motion. Evelyn was not a pillow princess, she was a Master pleaser and gyrated her ass for his pleasure. Every twitch of her inner walls, every wanton shift of her back, every moaned word was in service of getting him off.

"Cum inside me, Master!" she begged, delightfully needy. "Fill me up again, dream of the day that you fill my womb and plant a new dragon with your superior seed!"

With a roar, Alex went on a desperate final sprint. Evelyn's entire body was rocked by the repeated impacts. Air was pressed out of her lungs in jittery cries. The water around them rippled loudly. Wave after wave of squirting pussy juices mixed with the ever-cycling bath. Then, he stopped inside her for the final time.

Evelyn turned limp. Everything about her was shut down as her voluptuous form was made entirely subservient to the one task that mattered to her. Her pussy gripped his cock in waves, while his world turned to white lightning and bliss. Spurt after spurt, he pumped into her. His mind did turn to the future, to the eagerly awaited moment he knocked her up. They were unified in this fantasy, burned into them even while the rest of their thoughts were wiped clean by fulfilled desire.

A rattling breath filled his lungs with fresh air, just as the last spurts deposited his cum deep inside her. Slowly, he pulled out of her still twitching cunt. Proud as he always was, he gazed down at his thoroughly pounded sex slave.

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He took one more look at the entire row of blissed out Latinas. Sara was the only one truly recovered so far and she was humming to herself while she sucked the cum she had scooped out of her pussy off her fingers - all while cleaning herself. She had the decency to blush a bit when she was caught doing this. She continued all the same.

Those five, Tess and Blair had all gotten their fill for the night.

There were plenty who hadn't yet.

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The bright red of Jane's hair directed his attention to her. "If we ever show you movies, I will complain immensely about it," she said, underlining her words with the gesture of drawing back an imagined bow. "Directors like to pretend you can just hold a bowstring back indefinitely."

"There are many things that cannot be held back indefinitely," Amethyst poured. "A river, the tide, Master's desire…"

The trailing tone caused Jane to turn Alex's way. She was immediately face to face with his cock. Gone were the early days of training her and rising were the halcyon days of his friend becoming a seasoned sex slave. Her mouth hung open, her body language immediately changed. Relaxed chatting was forgotten, only receiving his cock mattered.

Eyes opened wide, elven ears perked up, and a deep groan echoed in her throat. She was struggling to take in the whole of his manhood, but she was learning. What had started with only mild submissive tendencies had now blossomed into a certain love of being beneath him. While his fingers disappeared in the crimson mess of her hair, all she could do was moan.

"All the way to the base, good girl…" Alex grunted, keeping her pinned right there. "You wouldn't want to lag behind the others in being a good comfort hole for me, right?"

Jane shook her head as much as the grip of his hands allowed her to. Twitches ran through her body, the unwanted kind. Alex gave and dragged her up his length until she could take measured breaths through her nose. Once she had suppressed rising coughs, he thrust back deep into her throat.

His cum hadn't yet worked the necessary magic on her to make her throat orgasmic. All the same, Jane moaned loudly. Elves truly were cocksleeves and this one was ever revelling in the act of being trained as one.

Amethyst similarly indulged in watching him train one of his women. "Master…!" she swooned, fingers pumping in and out of her cunt at rapid speed. Leaning against the wooden wall, legs submerged in the hot water, the slime masturbated feverishly to the sight of the man of the island ravishing her fellow female.

The oral training session went on for a couple of minutes. By the time his partial Incubus nature got done with all of them, his women all would offer their throats as eagerly as they did their cunts. Once he had familiarised her deeper with the girth of his cock, he did switch to that other hole though.

He fucked Jane standing, making her bounce in front of him. Her tight little pussy was exactly what he needed, hot and tight. When he was ready to blow his load, he put her down and finished in her mouth. He had her present the load before swallowing. Drinking his cum triggered one more climax and it left the nerves of her throat permanently altered, drifting further towards that orgasmic comfort hole he knew she could be.

With barely a word spoken, he switched to Amethyst, taking her in old, reliable missionary. Pounding her proverbial brains out was easy. The slime tomboy was made for his cock and had already worked herself up into a wanton frenzy. Just penetrating her the first time already had her squirting.

Flat breasts pressed against his back. He did not have to turn his head to know who it was. Sara was too respectful to beg for an extra round in the orgy like this. Plus, that desperate panting could only belong to one of his sex slaves. As a wolf woman, Niara had a particularly animalistic way of exhaling when she was in heat.

The Kenyan cumdump watched over his shoulder, cumming twice from her own fingers while he kept Amethyst in a chain of orgasms that only ended after he had pumped a load into her as well. Watching the enormous load pool inside her semi-translucent body was, as always, a special kind of visual reward.

As was ploughing Niara from behind right after. The wolf tomboy let out lewd, laughing moans while she licked the seed out of Amethyst's pussy. The laps were sloppy. Niara was too busy going cross-eyed from her own fill of her 'Master time'. Pheromonal sweetness in the room only increased with every orgasm that set loose more of that sweet oxytocin.

Satisfying an entire harem was hard work, but it was so worth it. A multi-orgasmic harem was a happy harem, in which none would claim they were getting neglected. Physical and spiritual fulfilment were closely interlinked when it came to romance. All were getting along because they were all forged together on the anvil of lust and beneath the hammer of his pistoning cock.

Alex released another load deep inside Niara. Her bubble butt was compressed by his pressing hips until her spasming folds milked the final drop out of him. Then, it sprung back into its athletic roundness. The ebony ass got a nice swat in parting. His cum stood out nicely against her dark skin, then Jane was there to lick it up like the cum-hungry submissive she was.

"Aaaahhh… Master… Masterrrrrrrr!"

The wanton cries directed his gaze over to Charlotte. The French woman was taking a page out of Evelyn's book, enticing her Master by proudly masturbating to the sight of him domming other women. There was a stark difference, however, in the character of their presentation. Being made to wait for this long did things to a sex slave's mind, even one as bratty as Charlotte could be.

"Oh fuck, Master, watching you is so hot!" she gasped. "My little pussy remembers your cock so well, my fingers just can't compare!" Fingers rubbed the button atop her lower lips ceaselessly. Every time she twitched from the pleasure, the shallow waters around her bubble butt rippled. "I keep fingering myself and it's just not enough!"

Alex stood in the knee-deep water, observing her with a dark, enigmatic gaze. Just his stare was enough to make her voice rise into an even higher pitch. Her fluffy fox tail wagged gently, flopping against the wooden wall behind her.

"Watch me, if that pleases you, you big perverted Master!" Even in the throes of ecstasy, she managed to be cheeky. Pawing at her moderately sized breasts, she added a little bit more stimulation to an already intense masturbation session. Her hips bucked against her own fingers, seeking something she could not have by herself. "Master!" she cried out his title in veneration. "Oh, Master… just being watched by you is better than anything I had before this island. I just…. Aaah!"

A sudden, powerful orgasm made her back arch, shoulders pressed against the wall. Even while her quim twitched beneath her fingers, she kept pleasuring herself. Her green eyes were locked entirely on him, taking inspiration for every second of self-pleasure from his chiselled form.

Alex enjoyed the view too much to walk over immediately, but his throbbing erection demanded attention. Another sex slave in his periphery caught his attention for long enough for him to call out her name. "Ashley, come here."

"Y-y-yes, Master!" the mousey Asian obeyed, half-swimming through water that he could walk through. The difference in their size was only made further apparent when he picked her up effortlessly and nailed her down on his cock. All thoughts immediately vanished behind those blue eyes, replaced with the bliss of total, willing surrender. Her smooth, slender legs wrapped around his hips, her arms held onto his neck, all while he held her by the waist with both of his massive hands.

"Fuck yes, use that sex slave as your cocksleeve," Charlotte encouraged. Her fingers slowed, matching the rhythm at which he raised and dropped the little cumdump. Despite the diminished pace, her enjoyment overall clearly spiked. She was panting constantly now. "Master, I wish that was me," she loudly whispered.

Alex still said nothing, leaving her in suspense. Even while he used Ashley as his private fuckhole, he kept drinking in Charlotte's solo scene. She was such a delicious sight. The blue markings of her most recent transformations, prominent on her arms and neck, harmonized perfectly with the azure of the womb tattoo he had given her. Though the colour of the markings were the same, the skin beneath was of two different shades.

All this time spent on this island and her swimsuit tan had not changed in the slightest. The unworn article of clothing remained as a negative against her limbs and head. The mediterranean French blood had her tan deeply, yet her base was so pale, casting a most delicious contrast. Her pussy was a swollen, pink slit in the centre of a narrow, pale strip between brown thighs.

"I would love to suck that cock," Charlotte kept voicing her veneration. The hand that had worked her left tit moved up, gripping an imagined shaft. Her tongue played around the fantasised head. Index and middle finger continued to work her clit. "Whatever hole you want, you get, Master. This bratty vixen is just your slut now. I can't spend ten minutes without thinking about your cock!"

Alex grunted. The constant dirty talk and Ashley's snug cunt had him approach another climax rapidly. "Charlotte?"

"Yes, Master?!" she cried out, so happy to have gotten his attention.

"Cum for me."

The command put a lustful clarity on her features. The tomboy was frozen in place, her fingers stopping, as to not paint over the greater pleasure of his voice. Panting, twitching, she sat almost relaxed while her core muscles twitched beneath her flat stomach. Without warning, pussy juices squirted from her cunt in an explosion of bliss.

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The view was the final stimulation Alex needed. Cum surged up into Ashley, who threw her head back in a silent scream. "That's right!" Charlotte cried out for the dumbfucked cocksleeve. "I would say empty your balls inside her, but we both know you can't do that, right, Master? You're way too hot and virile to ever run… mhhhhmmm dry!" Another gush of pussy juice gushed from Charlotte's needy pussy. "You're our Master, the one guy to breed us all, probably in the same night! Fuck, being in your harem is so hot! All of the advantage of seeing other women get pounded without any of the drawbacks of sharing, because you're just that fucking insatiable!"

Alex's balls kept tightening as she showered him with compliments. It was a short eternity, ending as all things had to. Ashley just giggled when he lifted her up, then moaned when he left it to the other haremettes to clean her up.

He had business with the French vixen.

A smirk on her lips, Charlotte watched his approach. Her body was still humming from the commanded orgasm. Gears turned inside her head, her bratty spirit visibly reviving now that she had his attention. She didn't move from her spot against the wall, making her Master come to her. She even dared cross her legs, barring him view of the hole that belonged to him by every right.

"Finally ready to fuck a woman with a bit more curves?" she asked, her voice husky with desire and a hint of condescension. "Ashley is cute and all that, but you need a bit more to hold onto, don't you?"

Alex stopped, towering above her. "You're almost as small compared to me." He grabbed her athletic midriff, dragging her slightly towards him. Though he could not see her pussy, he could very well see how her hand disappeared between her shapely thighs. Even now, she was still fingering herself.

"Psh, we both know there's a massive difference between me and Ashley. She's-"

Smack!

The man of the island stopped Charlotte mid bratty delivery. Her face lightly turned from the reprimanding slap she had just received. It hadn't been hard enough to even leave a mark. "You're overstepping," he warned her, his voice not filled with the enigmatic darkness of a playing dom but the sincere criticism of a harem's owner.

"Sorry," Charlotte muttered. "I won't do more put downs…"

"Good." Gently, he cupped her chin, making her green eyes focus on him again. She was properly embarrassed now that he had pulled her out of the heat of the moment. Teasing him was perfectly fine, even teasing her fellow women was decent, but he would not tolerate one of his haremettes calling another less sexy. In their whole packages, all of his tomboys were perfect. "Let's continue."

Alex reached down, grabbing her wrist. He pulled her fingers away from her puffy cunt. Firm and possessive, he pinned her wrist against the wall, above her head. Charlotte gasped, a sharp intake of air that was half surprise, half pure delight. "Gettin' straight to it, are we?" she slurred, returned to her bratty state. "You just can't go five minutes without being inside some hole."

Her arm tugged at his hand. A token resistance that mounted to an almost earnest one. The French swimmer was clearly turned on by her inability to even compete with his overwhelming strength.

Effortlessly, he spun her around. He bent over her, pressing her back against his chest. His erection, still as hard as the core of a mighty oak, nestled between the swell of her ass cheeks.

"You're such a brute, dude," she taunted, pressing her bubble butt back against him. "You're just going to manhandle a poor, defenceless vixen? I thought Masters were supposed to be creative, not just cavemen with big dicks."

His growl sent a deep vibration through his chest that Charlotte's entire body resonated with. The annoyed sound alone had the vixen suddenly break out into a renewed panting. His engorged head pressed against her ready folds. She would be rutted like the canine she was.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" she tried to spit out those words, but they came out more like a mesmerized plea. "Scared you'll prove yourself a quickshot? I hear you have to be careful with sluts that know what they're doing."

A sudden idea surfaced in Alex's mind. It was a bit of a scary one, but he trusted himself enough to execute it properly. "You want to do something dangerous, my water fox?" As he asked, he entered her slowly. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, he forced her to feel every thick inch as he stretched her inner walls.

Charlotte found herself unable to answer. Her head tilted back, pressing into the depression between chest and shoulder. The teasing died on her lips, all faked confidence crumbling under the sheer physical reality of getting filled. "F-fuck…" she stuttered.

"I asked you a question," Alex grunted, halfway into her. He stopped, the promise of more cock hanging in the air. "You want dangerous?"

A whine escaped the brat, high and needy. "Yes… fuck yes!" she cried out, fully revealing the private slut she was on the inside. "Stop teasing and use me already, dude! You're my Master, just do things to me!"

"I reiterate that this will be risky," he whispered. "If you want to stop at any moment, do whatever you need to to get my attention."

Excitement and confusion mingled on Charlotte's face, the latter emotion growing when he suddenly pulled out of her. Before she could formulate a proper insult at being left empty, Alex picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.

He smacked the double spheres that formed the bottom of her pear-shaped figure, making her yelp with delight. "Take a deep breath," he warned her.

"Oh… fuck that is hot!" Charlotte finally got what he was planning, just as he stepped over the edge of the shallow outer rim.

Alex plunged down, the hot water enveloping him all the way to the midriff. Holding her breath, Charlotte was tossed off his shoulders. Water loudly splashed, gathering the attention of everyone. The vixen did not come up again, she was not allowed to. Alex had grabbed her head, guiding her towards his crotch as he took a seat on the edge of the shallows.

The disturbed surface of the water allowed only a distorted view of Charlotte below the surface. She positioned herself expertly, the liquid realm had been her second nature even before she had turned into a water-infused fox woman. Following his guidance, she pressed her soft, pink lips against his cock. They parted in pace with his advance, maintaining a tight seal as he filled her up.

Cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. The very tip of her fox ears just barely breached the water, an adorable little detail while he stuffed her throat. Her tongue, the clever tongue of a vixen, worked every centimetre of him as he glided in and then out.

Alex restrained his usual roughness for the moment. "Not right now," he deterred Sofia and Yahui, who had approached to massage his back and get a better look at it all. He could not have distractions, not when he was doing something this dangerous for the first time.

The usual asphyxiation associated with deepthroating was made absolute by the surrounding water. Dragging Charlotte back and forth in a controlled, inexorable rhythm, he kept everything nice and predictable for her. The water provided a unique resistance to every motion. Much as he enjoyed that, he was also paying very close attention to his hands on her thighs. Any sudden clenching and he would drag her back up.

Even without a signal given, he pulled her by the hair when he felt like he had to - erring on the side of caution.

Charlotte broke the surface. A sharp, gasping inhalation made her chest heave. Water streamed down her face, plastering her brown hair to her skin and over the shaved sides. She coughed and sputtered, her body trembling… but it wasn't from the lack of air. Her eyelids fluttered. An animalistic lust was on her face, her pearly white teeth and sharp canines revealed as she begged. She was vibrating from the intensity of her delight.

"Do it… again…!"

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"Breathe," Alex ordered her. She took a trembling inhale, whining lustfully when following even this command sent a pre-orgasmic pulse through her.

Firm of hand, he pushed her back beneath the waterline. A loud groan tore from his lips when he was back in her throat. He was a little harsher on her that time, a little more confident she could take this. She was an Olympic swimmer, not to mention a monster girl blessed by the very element she was enveloped by. He trusted in her lung capacity. All the same, he continued to be careful.

After one or two minutes of using her face as his cocksleeve, he pulled her back up again. Despite the longer time, her breathing seemed more even than before. "Not even a challenge!" she panted. "Longer! Rougher! Please, Master!"

Alex could not lie, he was slightly concerned for her safety. Submissives could get a bit too drunk on endorphins to know what was good for them, he was aware of that. Seeing her practically untaxed state, however, he was willing to do as she asked.

Practically slamming her back under the water, he impaled her throat on his cock. The other women around moaned in awe at Charlotte's bravery. Not a single syllable of doubt was uttered, reflecting both the universal perversion of his tomboys and their trust in him as their dom.

The more his concern melted away, the more he could focus on the rush of this power. Having absolute control over her breathing was intoxicating. Fuelled by his sadism, his sensitivity spiked. It was almost enough to make him climax while he kept her under. Almost.

He did not know exactly how many minutes it was. All he could say with certainty was that it was longer, notably longer, than that second time. The hot walls of her throat felt like a tight extension of the bath, like she was just a cleaning instrument he used to thoroughly scrub his cock.

When he finally pulled her back up, she was conscious but unresponsive, twitching as she hung suspended in the water from his powerful grasp.

Too close to release and filled to the brim with base male instinct, he dragged Charlotte back into the shallows. He put her on her back, her head kept over the water line courtesy of the pillow of Sofia's thighs. The second of his sex slaves was almost drooling, staring slack-jawed at the hyper-aroused state of the vixen.

Unceremoniously, Alex entered her. It only took the touch of his head on her twitching pussy for her lips to part wide into a scream. Just a quarter into her and she was already squirting, the built-up arousal exploding into a fountain of pussy juice that only intensified as he stretched the entirety of her velvety tunnel.

It was hard to move, the tight entrance gripping him hard, but he did it all the same. He was already at the edge. All he could think about was pounding her hard and fast. Charlotte tossed and turned, all while her spasming legs managed to wrap around him. Her heels pressed into his back, making every retreat a fight and every penetration a rough and hard descent.

The entirety of the bath was in a masturbation frenzy, trying to match Alex's blurring pace. Even Sofia, especially Sofia, was finger-banging herself, eyes dashing between her Master's moving form, Charlotte's jiggling tits, and the vixen's ecstatic expression. The French sex slave just kept on screaming, mindless climax after mindless climax keeping her in a savage state of rolling eyes and gushing juices.

With a final, deep thrust, Alex unloaded inside her. The rush of cum was sudden, every jet a powerful stream of white that painted her insides. He roared, his own primal needs taking control of his vocal cords. The gathered tomboys came to the sight, joining their voices with his into a chorus of debauchery. All of it was led by Charlotte, who managed one last scream while her back arched.

Tights folds kept clenching along his length. Semen kept rushing up his shaft, pumping into her insides. It was an absurdly large load, even by his standards. Every time it felt like it was diminishing, he found another jet of thick seed to mark her with.

The all-consuming pinnacle of ecstasy slowly receded, leaving behind a quiet, thrumming peace. His roar died. The powerful, rhythmic clenching of her inner walls softened to a gentle, milking pulse. The last of his drops were coaxed out of him.

Averting collapse, he pulled out of her. The primal need was still pulsing within him, but it was temporarily controlled so he could take in the sight of Charlotte in her blissed-out devastation. Only aftershocks kept her animated. His cum began to ooze from her pussy, a sight as satisfying as ever.

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Immediately after, Alex moved onto the remaining members of his harem that were yet to receive their fair share of attention. Sofia was right there, eagerly moaning as he pinned her down and drained yet more of his savage lust into her eager cunt.

Yahui followed immediately after, getting rutted into doggy style next to Charlotte's still spasming form. The Chinese woman ended up with her own cunt full of seed.

The final engagement of the night was a threesome with Astrid and Kiara. He fucked the shortstack's tits and Astrid's face, back and forth, until he had them both too needy to wait anymore. At that point, he stacked one on the other and did to their pussies as he had done to their alternative sources of pleasure. One, then the other, he filled them both up.

After all of that, he had just enough energy left to give himself a quick scrubbing. He had soaked more than enough that any dirt of the day easily came off. While he cleaned himself in earnest, his haremettes did the same, then trickled out of the bath one after another. Alex was the last to shamble into the bedroom, quiet except for the tranquil breathing of his women.

He joined them in the land of dreams immediately.

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"You almost steered us to disaster," Reason spoke.

"But I did not," Instinct responded.

It was through no effort of the one, the other knew, but one did not care and one knew to hold its tongue. Instead, he turned as one to the influences that could be made.

[EXP for the day:

Fundamental Might: 25 EXP

Lewd Metals Found: 5 EXP

Unfinished Totem Poles Found: 1 EXP

Locating the Volcano Dungeon: 3 EXP

Navigating the upper floor: 5 EXP

Pumping System analysed: 5 EXP

Golem Encounter: 5 EXP

Library Scanned: 5 EXP

Shiulrach Encountered: 5 EXP

Shiulrach Freed: 5 EXP

Contract with Shiulrach: 10 EXP

Dungeon Cleared: 10 EXP

Massage Oils Found: 1 EXP

Total: 85 EXP

95 -> 180/150 EXP.

30/150 EXP and a Level Up to Level 13!

Polls for both the Level Up and the nightly change below.]

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"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

It was another beautiful morning in the home of the man of the island. Birds were chirping, flitting above the canopy of the Tree of Life, casting their shadows on the orange crystals. The sun was rising, though dimmed by the clouds that delivered a light pitter-patter. Haremettes were moaning, crying out as they stirred from wet dreams into an even hornier reality.

"Oh… Master's cock was always so hard… first thing in the morning… I could hardly believe me own brazenness as I… kept… bouncing on it!"

Alex yawned, his mind roused from slumber by the snug grip moving up and down his shaft. He opened his eyes. On his left shoulder rested Amethyst on his right Kiara and both were unconsciously pressing their butts into his palms. He barely had to adjust the position of his hands to press his thick fingers into their already wet pussies. Their moans quickly joined the others.

Having slept through it, Alex could not say what had started it, but the majority of his harem was already masturbating. Fingers were pumping in and out of wet folds with casual, perverted need. "Master!" they cried. "Master!" The title always preceded an orgasm, the veneration acting as the finest aphrodisiac.

"Mhmmmm, Masterrrrr," Amethyst cooed, immediately kissing her way up his neck upon waking.

"Oh… Master…" Kiara muttered, still half asleep, pushing her enormous tits up to him. "...Can't wait to… have you put that promised baby into me… Master…!" Her folds twitched around his fingers.

"Ah, yes, Master! Master was always so… relentlessly virile and… awawawa…!" Ashley's comments came to a sudden end when her blue eyes met his. She went rigid, her pussy clenching around him as a sudden and intense orgasm made her honey gush. Less than two minutes awake and Alex's cock was already coated in the juices of a horny sex slave.

The mousey Asian resumed moving as soon as she stopped spasming. She knew exactly what duty she had assumed, climbing on his cock first thing in the morning, and it did not end until the weight of the night was exorcised.

Small, brave and blissed out of her mind, Ashley kept bouncing on him. He matched her movements with his own thrusts, making her black hair fly with every perfectly coordinated repetition. Her second orgasm was fast approaching, as was his.

The first release of the day typically came quick and, steeped in pheromones as the room already was, today made this especially true. Just as Ashley threw her head back in another climactic wail, the thick seed rushed up his shaft. "Cum!"

The entire room burst out into a simultaneous orgasmic high. Just his voice brough the women around a greater pleasure than their fingers ever could. Lying on their backs, his sex slaves' hips pushed up into the air as they all gasped, sighed and cried out in their unified bliss. Amethyst and Kiara were louder, blessed by the attention of his fingers. Ashley went silent, the triple climax brought by thrusts, seed and order too much for her vocal cords. Her eyes rolled up. Their joined sexes were covered by the rhythmic explosion of pussy juices.

Alex groaned with each relieving spurt he delivered to Ashley's eager depths. Her walls shifted around him, greedily milking him of every drop he had to offer. The petite woman's abdomen visibly rose from the girth of the dick she so valiantly sheathed. 'A perfect little cocksleeve,' her Master thought.

"One load is certainly not enough for you, Master?"

Seductively purring, Yahui crawled towards him with almost unnerving fluidity. The rhythmic gymnast had always been a graceful one. Overnight, a new transformation had emphasized this even further.

A dusting of smooth, serpentine scales marked the outside of her pale legs and arms with another layer of white. Alex immediately reached on over, inspecting them with his fingers. The texture was quite pleasant, different from skin but not in any way abrasive or unpleasant. Two little clusters of them underlined her eyes. They were striking, icy blue, the pupils narrow slits surrounded by a thin layer of white.

"You've turned me into a beast," the Chinese woman hissed wantonly, climbing over Kiara to get even closer to him. Her breasts hung perpendicular from her chest, having grown in size from small to medium. "And I love it," she whispered, opening her mouth wide. A fresh pair of fangs stood out prominently among her perfectly white teeth. Long and pointy, her tongue extended twice over the length of her chin, before she pulled it back in to oblige what her Master wanted to do to her.

Grabbing her by the back of her head, he pulled her into a feverish kiss. As he wrestled her nimble tongue into submission, he rose from his current confinement. Amethyst gasped in voyeuristic delight, Kiara muttered a bratty curse, both masturbated to the scene. Ashley glided off his cock, crying aloud when she was used as the first meal of the day by several of the haremettes.

Alex indeed needed more than one release to call it a satisfying morning. Without hesitation, he pinned the cold-blooded snake woman beneath him. Her cunt was drenched already, her longing fulfilled when he straddled her wide hips and pressed down into her.

Her pussy gripped him with supernatural coldness. It was somehow not unpleasant, neither actively nor passively, just different. The twitching of her folds was everything he was used to form his sex slaves: a tight hold that only grew tighter as he began to rut into her. Spasms counteracted the stretching he forced upon her womanhood.

Rutting into a monster tomboy second thing in the morning really got the blood pumping. The relentless mating press was not only satisfying for him, it also reinvigorated the feverish masturbations all around the room. What started as singular pleasure rapidly developed into a widespread, lesbian orgy, all focused around watching him slam down into Yahui's quivering quim.

The Asian lady cried out in ecstasy as the repeated orgasms hit her in quick succession. He was rough and fast, turned on by the changes that had manifested. The supernatural adjustments continued to make each of his women hotter in magical, feral, unholy and/or blessed ways.

Hitting her weakspots on every thrust was the first priority, his own pleasure a distant second. All the same, his orgasm approached swiftly. Her round ass rippled under every impact. His balls, heavy with seed, smacked against her. The percussive beat only stopped when he stopped all the way inside her, testicles tightening.

Cum rushed into her depths in heavy spurts. Teeth clenched, he gripped the reality of the situation with his mind. A nubile olympic athlete, screaming her lungs out as she squirted from getting her womb painted with his seed. A tomboy, turning into more and more of a monster girl, buried under him while his own enormous frame pulsed with the might of titans and more.

Life was fantastic.

After that second load, he was properly awake. Sapphic activity petered out, allowing him to properly take in who all had changed this night. There was Yahui, of course, who now was some kind of ice snake woman. That her breasts had also grown in that time was interesting.

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Another change he noted, though only passively, was Tess. Her hair had grown even longer, now reaching all the way to her round butt. It would be very satisfying to pull, he reckoned.

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The other two changes were on the very overt side. Indeed, that Alex had missed them so far was entirety owed to how distracted he had been with pounding other women's brains out.

Valeria was now covered in stripes. The dark tiger-patterns complimented her dark skin very well and the brown-furred cat tail rounded out the picture completely. His short-haired climber had graduated from cat to tiger tomboy. She was more defined now, the peaks and valley of her midriff hinting at her new strength.

Currently, Valeria stood in front of Evelyn, showcasing another change that had occurred: Valeria was taller now. In fact, she now was the tallest woman of the harem by a visible but not large margin. Alex estimated her about 5 centimetres shy of the 2 metres mark.

It really didn't matter. Fact was that the red-lipped, green eyes tiger tomboy was a toned hourglass of a gorgeous being.

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Evelyn seemed minorly annoyed at the loss of her position as the harem's tallest. An annoyance that was buried under her smug satisfaction of having, finally, achieved her own second transformation.

Her horns had taken on a pronounced bronze gleam, a colour shared with the scales that aesthetically covered her limbs. It was a nice colour, harmonizing nicely with the shade of brown the slightly less dark Latina had. The scales ended in sharp claws, though Alex only caught a glimpse of them before Evelyn willed them to retreat, leaving regular, slender digits behind. A draconic tail was the final very prominent addition, attached above her round ass to the aptly named tailbone.

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"I hope this new form pleases you, Master?" Evelyn asked in a manner that did not require a confirmation. "Our brood shall inherit the Earth and our hoard shall moan into the heavens."

"What kind of hoard moans?" Kiara asked.

"You know," Evelyn responded with a haughty grin, the tip of her scaled tail wagging. "I hope your surfacing heritage can provide worthwhile rivals for my descendants. Alas, you are all competing with a dragon."

"A bronze dragon," Charlotte threw in. "Couldn't even get the silver!"

The comment did not even leave a dent in the dragon tomboy's smugness. "Try your needling of my ego all you want, vixen, I am still a dragon and that is awesome."

"But have ya considered that your scale tail is nothing compared to my big fluffy blessing?" Charlotte asked.

Niara nodded twice in quick succession. Though she did not have a tail yet, it was only a matter of time.

"Fluffy tails are superior," Valeria stated.

"Hmph," Evelyn harumphed. "You may hold that delusion. Now, unless Master wishes to fuck me…" She gave him a moment to interject with a response.

"I always want to, but the day has to start," he said.

"...then we should get moving," Evelyn declared.

"Amethyst, you are positively glowing today," Alex remarked during breakfast.

"Is that an invitation to serve as your morning toy, Master?" The slime tomboy struck an alluring pose, while everyone else took their position around the breakfast table. "Because I would be delighted!"

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Given her nature, she only needed cum and water to survive. That did make her the natural choice for the position. The only reason she wasn't being used every morning was Alex's reluctance to hand out such favouritism.

For this singular morning, however, he deemed it permissible.

"Take your place," he ordered the the blue-haired slime. Excited, she jumped over the table. She collapsed into a huge puddle on impact, then stretched back out into her female form as she flowed between his legs.

The display temporarily confused Alex. He did not remember her being quite this liquid. A loving kiss on his cock head made that feeling vanish swiftly, replacing it with pleasure. The serve-happy slime took him into her throat without hesitation. His erect member pulsed inside her throat, its shadow plainly visible through the light purple gel that made up her body.

Several swift bobs filled the room with the lewd slurps of a very happy comfort hole. It was a considerably more interesting sound than that of the food getting carried in by their pseudo-Shoggoth servants. Cold remnants from yesterday and freshly cut fruit were presented in short-lived bowls made from the creature's impossible bodies.

Amethyst's throat vibrated around him like a second pussy. The walls shifted in shape constantly, both to massage his length and to make herself into the perfect cocksleeve at every given opportunity. When she relinquished the full sheathing of his shaft, she did so while sucking every centimetre tightly.

"One mouth just isn't enough to venerate you," Amethyst cooed.

Alex understood that to be a request to add a second comfort hole. That idea was immediately proven to be wrong though.

The slime tomboy between his legs split in two.

The process was quick, very quick. One moment Amethyst on her own, the next she was as two. The identical bodies were still joined at the legs, but Alex saw very little of that. He was too busy marvelling at the sight of the 'twins' kissing his balls in perfect synchronicity. Immediately after, they licked their way up his shaft.

"Hot as this is… I feel like I need an explanation?" Alex requested, giving voice to the general confusion and arousal in the room. His harem of nubile sex slaves were all salivating at the double spread of Amethyst's ass.

"The essence of Shiulrach you brought with you." One Amethyst spoke while the other went right back to deepthroating him. "It bonded with me last night, bringing with it great might. I'm your Everspring now, an endless flow of lust for your usage."

Of all the uses that essence could have had, this was definitely better than anything he would have imagined. Alex spent the next ten minutes leaning back in his organic throne, getting sucked off by two Amethysts while a third picked food off the table and fed it to him with quivering hands. The bodies were not individuals, requiring some connection to the whole that was Amethyst.

The only thing better than one slime tomboy was a slime tomboy he could have a one-woman orgy with. Aesthetically this also meant he could have twin sex without actually finding twins. A victory on every level.

After they had filled up their stomachs with enough calories to fuel them until noon, the usual decision followed. "

"Obviously, Sara will accompany me today," he announced.

The Spanish bunny woman straightened up, as if she couldn't have seen it coming. Assuming that spending a day with him out on the island was required for their further evolution, which was by now practically confirmed, she was the last one to require this triggering condition. "T-thanks, Master! I'll, uhm… make sure you stay satisfied!"

"Of course you will," Alex said, his gentle smile slightly contradicting the ceaseless, aggressive bobbing of Amethyst's now three bodies. One was sucking him off, the other two were cleaning his sack. "You are a good girl."

"Awww…" Sara smiled broadly, putting her hands on her reddening cheeks. "I… try."

"And you succeed," Alex assured her, then announced his other two picks. "With us will be Astrid and Yahui."

"Ready when you are, bro," the spring fairy declared.

"An honour," the Chinese gymnast cooed.

With the choices made, the breakfast gathering soon began to dissolve. That seemingly time-locked hour they had before he needed to head out was well used to socialize. After all, a talking harem was a happy harem.

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Alex did as he was coming to make a habit off and just walked about his tree. Though two weeks wasn't exactly a long time for any relationship to exist, it was long enough that certain habits and patterns were beginning to crystalize. One of them was that his harem was getting along so incredibly well internally that he rarely had to be the one to initiate any kind of social event. By now, even the women that hadn't known each other before all of this had bonded over shared experience. This included the orgies, of course, but also the multitude of unseen things the tomboys did while Alex was away.

He came across Ashley first. Halfway through opening his mouth, he noticed that she was bent over their books. The diary, the religious text, and the singular page from the library were all put in front of her. She muttered syllables, only to shake her head. "Nope, makes no sense… got no clue what sound any of these are supposed to make…"

She scratched the back of her head and kept reading all the same. Deciphering a language was a hard task at the best of time. She had to do it without any paper of her own to even make notes on. All the same, she tried.

Alex left her to it.

Next he stumbled over Janette. It was a similar story with her. Rather than parchment, the dryad was bent over the Woodstone Seed they had found in the buried city. She had placed it in a mould she had made out of clay and was too busy checking on its growth to even realize that Alex was watching her. After taking in the beauty of the working woman for a bit, he moved on.

'They are all doing their best,' Alex thought. 'I love that about them.'

Alex knew he was doing the most important work among all of them. Exploring the wild and bringing back knowledge and resources, that was his duty as the man of the island. They honoured him plenty with their actions, pulling their weight in his absence in their individual ways. Because they had taken to hunting, he didn't have to worry about food as he explored, as just one example of how they worked around the tree.

"Don't you think that's a bit much?" He heard Yahui ask.

The Chinese woman's voice gave him a direction to wander. It wasn't like he was about to enter a private conversation. She and her conversation partners were sitting in one of the open areas of the tree, a sort of lounge that connected the various, more private rooms.

"I think it's barely adequate," Tess responded. "Three times a day would be proper."

"Preach it, sister," Evelyn agreed. She was using every word of that sentence unironically.

The trio heard him coming. Despite his size, Alex felt like he could be fairly stealthy when he wanted to. When he didn't try… well, he had big feet and the floor was smooth wood.

"Master, perfect timing." Tess stood up, gesturing for him to take the seat she had just been in. Guessing what would come next, Alex eagerly plopped down.

The bench made of interwoven plant fibres, like all of its kind around the tree, provided excellent back support. More importantly, its grown cushions of cotton-like material did not end at where he sat. Tess got her very own kneepads to rest on, as she positioned herself between his legs. Pale fingers wrapped around his cock, rousing the slumbering manhood to hardness with a couple of pumps. As soon as he was halfway to erect, her hand was replaced with her tits. Alex groaned approvingly as he felt himself disappear between her huge boobs. Few things beat the sensation of getting worshipped by jiggling tits.

"We were just… mhm… talking about rituals to observe your divinity." The gothic woman spoke in a dry yet lustful tone. Halo above her head and silver eyes aglow, she appeared to have all the credentials for the topic she broached.

All the same, Alex had to ask. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You focus on what you're doing," Evelyn chimed in, before Tess could moan another word. The angelic goth nodded, staying attentive enough to listen while enjoying the heat between her highly sensitive breasts. "It's a continuation of the talk from yesterday. You said you were made to be our provider, the man that lives for our needs."

"I also said the 'Master' as 'God' stuff is a bit crazy," Alex reminded.

"Growing pains," Evelyn said with a dismissive gesture. "You're just not used to it yet."

Yahui chuckled behind an elegantly raised hand. "Telling your God that he's just too humble to accept what he is. What an amusing concept." The snake-scaled woman locked eyes with him. "We talked about the outlook you gave yesterday, Tess broached the idea of making a proper 'Cult of Master', then we got to talk about rituals involved in such."

"Obviously it begins with your sex slaves training themselves to associate your very existence with pleasure," Evelyn said in a haughty, yet casual tone. "Masturbation, at a set time every day, around an hour before you usually come back from your exploration. Your name on our lips, your body in our minds, your smile in our hearts."

"Conditioning ourselves," Tess gasped. "We were thinking the ritual should take about 10… mhmmminutes… no orgasm, of course."

"Does that even need mention?" Evelyn asked. "Obviously we do not cum without his permission."

"As you can hear, they're a bit crazy about it all," Yahui remarked. "I would have said that simply orgasming once, however slow or quick that happens would be enough for the ritual."

'Oh… fuck…' Alex held his reaction in his mind. The dom inside him, not to mention the sizeable quantity of awakened incubus blood, were absolutely loving everything he was hearing at the moment. The traces of angelic lineage he had managed to stir also weren't against this. This was an Old Testament sort of arrangement and certainly broke the mold of monogamy. Alas, the adage pulsing in his mind was 'Be fruitful and multiply'. The only restricting condition he could feel in his blood and own morality was 'with enthusiastic consent'.

"He likes this conversation." Tess velvet purr was like a church organ playing a joyful tune, the sarcastic tone natural to her voice overpowered by gleeful reverence. "Oh, Master… you're so hard and needy. Use me to spread your seed, my saviour."

"Fuck…" this time Alex could not hold back his tone. The renewed use of his title as a replacement for 'God' in their vocabulary was so sinfully alluring, it broke down the barrier instantly. Cum surged from the tip of his shaft, erupting from her cleavage in powerful spurts, covering her face and tits in the abundant quantity of the thick white fluid.

Tess eagerly received this 'blessing', her tongue outstretched to taste him. It only took a taste of his seed to push her over the edge as well. Spasming, she kneaded her breasts in arhythmic intervals, prolonging his orgasm until he had no drop left to give.

"It seems we have approval of our Lord and Master," Evelyn declared.

"Perhaps," Yahui gave the cautioning opinion again. That this cautioning opinion was not denial of his divinity but merely putting the brakes on how fetishistic it all got only made this hotter and more worrisome. "I remind he said that he thinks this is a bit crazy. What do you think about this 'Cult of Master' idea, Alex?"

He had to choose his words carefully. The drawback of being the man of the island was the weight of his opinion, especially for those who were already convinced that God and Dom were synonyms. "I think… it is a very nice idea…"

Evelyn perked up, all but literally glowing at his confirmation. Tess preened with a little less movement, dutifully continuing her tit job now that her own climax had faded. Yahui observed the scene with a curious and not even slightly worried expression.

"Then–" the dragon tomboy began.

"...however," Alex gently interrupted her. "I said that I'm happy to be whatever you, the harem, want me to be. If you all want me to be your religious idol, then I will try to – no, I will become that." The certainty in his voice made the women swoon. Only success came from it when Alex spoke like that. "When I mean all, I mean all. I like the idea, I find it incredibly arousing, but I will not enforce it from the top down. If you want this Cult of Master to exist, you'll have to get everyone onboard with its establishment and every future tenet you want to bring to me."

"Oh, that is perrrrrrfect," Evelyn purred. "You want me to convince your harem of willing sex slaves to submit to you further and further? To have us beg you for the final word after we have decided amongst ourselves how we can better serve you?"

The bronze-scaled Olympian crawled over, straddling his lap as soon as she arrived. A low rumble reverberated in Alex's chest, while Tess guided his cock into Evelyn's descending womanhood. She gripped him tight, hot, and dripping wet.

"Ahhh, yes!" the dark-skinned brunette moaned out her delight. "Master, Alex, yes! That is brilliant!" Her voice rose to a shout, proudly declaring her pleasure as she rode his cock. Further words got stuck in her throat, replaced by the sharp cry of her first climax. The idea presented alone had put her right at the edge.

"What need do you have to organise your Cult?" He could not see Tess, but he very well felt her caress on his inner thigh, her red lips on his sack, heavy with cum. "We will do exactly as you suggest, Master. Your harem will debate amongst itself, bring to you the new depth of submission that we are comfortable with, and have it signed into divine law by your voice and providence. Magnificent, truly magnificent."

Evelyn resumed moving a second later and Tess was too absorbed in worshipping him with her tongue to sing his praises. "I've got to say, I agree with them." Yahui had slithered behind him silently, all to hug his head from behind. Her recently swelled breasts served as well-cushioned rest as she played with his hair. "That is a nice compromise."

"It could end at the first hurdle." Alex's suggestion was only met with laughter, graceful and moaned. He did not take it seriously himself.

When it came to the establishment of this Cult of Master, he could not see anyone who would be earnestly opposed. Besides Evelyn and Tess, he had no doubt that Sofia, Selana and Amethyst would support its immediate establishment and proselytise to that end. Once they agreed he was their divine icon, matters would naturally cascade. The term 'Master' being a stand-in for 'God' would be more than a hot verbal tic, it would hold actual weight. Each tenet they brought and he approved would be another bit of freedom they willingly signed away – and that was the most important part for Alex.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing he found more arousing than enthusiastic submission. To know that it wasn't coercion that had them in shackles, physical or mental, but an individual, continuous choice made everything that much better.

The fantasy played out in his head as he grabbed Evelyn by the waist. Days, weeks, months and years would pass, as they begged him for the approval of more and more tenets. He would oblige what he liked, deny what he thought was too much, modify, with their approval, what needed modification, and bit for bit they would shape the perfect household for themselves. They would make each other think of what they wanted and how to get it. They would take the task of exploring the boundaries out of his hands. They would do as tomboys did, getting straight to the point once they had made their decisions.

Not only did he have a harem of nubile tomboys, he had a harem of nubile, submissive tomboys that wanted to train itself to be ever more subservient.

How good could life get?

Evelyn screamed as he thrust up into her. He held her in place, the fantasy giving his repeated motions that much more urgency. Grabbing his shoulder for stability, teeth clenching, she grinned ear to ear and circled her hips. "Use me, Master!" she pressed out. "Use your… cumdump!"

He accelerated further and further, until his hips were a blur. The sound of their union was a series of harsh claps, echoing in the corridors. Evelyn's eyes rolled up, orgasm after orgasm running through her. She lost the ability to speak. She lost most of her ability to remain upright. She was thrown side to side by the force of the impact. Her large breasts jiggled about wildly.

"I'm just waiting for my turn," Yahui whispered in his ear. "I hope you will pick me next, if it pleases you, Master."

That proved too much. With a final thrust and a final pull, he sheathed himself fully inside Evelyn. Tess was right back to kissing his testicles, her lips present as they tightened. Evelyn drooled, her tongue hanging out, her hourglass curves tensing and relaxing to the rhythm of his cum pumping into her. "Mashaaahhrrrrr," she slurred out the only word that mattered to her.

"Good girl," Alex groaned, riding out his climax. "Yahui, you're next."

"I love it when I get what I ask for," the gymnast cooed.

When he finally got off that bench, half an hour later, he left behind two passed out tomboys, dripping cum from gaping cunts.

"I'll be interested to hear what you managed by tonight," he said, then picked Yahui up with one of his brawny arms. He had gone a little lighter on her since he would need her to be able to walk. 'Hopefully that'll come back to her in a few minutes.'

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Yahui needed more than a few minutes. That worked just as well for Alex, who needed to take a short trip to the crystal heart of their home base anyhow. He instructed the tree to move to the ancient complex they had explored the previous day. With the caveat that the was allowed to stop or retreat, should the lingering heat be too much for its magical roots.

When he returned to the usual room, a relatively small one near the main entrance, Yahui was executing slow stretches. Her flexibility was erection-inducing and slightly concerning. As a gymnast, she had always had an impressive range of motion. Now she was a contortionist of the highest order. One moment executed a standing split, the next she she had her chest on the floor and her ass on the back of her head. He could have fucked her pussy while she licked his balls.

"I like this a lot." Yahui rose from the ground with serpentine grace. All of her movements combined the smoothness of ice with the flexibility of a snake and it was just… a whole lot of yes. She ran a hand over her scaled, other thigh.

The smooth layer on her skin disappeared where she caressed herself. Like any even lightly intrusive part of their bodies, she appeared able to dismiss and resummon the scales at a whim. Another stretch of her will had the scales creep to areas they previously had not been. A useful barrier to have if she had to crawl anywhere.

"Naked and yet I can have the benefits of being in a bodysuit," Yahui cooed. "These new bodies of ours are marvelous." She clenched a fist, a rarely seen grin revealing her sharp fangs. "No one can take this away from me."

"Yup, it's all yours," Astrid chirped. The Spring fairy was doing little hops on the spot. Gravity tried to assert itself between each of her footfalls. Green-blue insect wings kept Astrid in the air for short intervals each time, vibrating with magical power. It was far from true flight, more of a prolonged hover, but that already expanded the human option of motions tremendously.

"...I want this!" Sara muttered, loud enough to be heard. She had meant to be. She was a bit shy, but nowhere near as bad as Ashley. "T-thank you for taking me along to become more of a monster girl, Master!"

"Do you watch anime?" Alex asked suddenly.

"Uhm, y-yeah? Well, I did, not like we have reception around here… or phones."

"Right, but if it pleases you, I will work at fixing that," Alex told her.

"Maybe later," Sara responded and scratched the back of her head. "W-what made you ask…?"

"Just because you said 'monster girl'. Doesn't feel like some that would come out of Janette's mouth." Alex waited for a moment. "What's your favourite genre?"

"S-slice of life."

'Yeah, that tracks,' Alex thought.

"That totally tracks!" Astrid chirped aloud and put an arm around her fellow European. For some reason, Alex found it amusing that they were practically the same height. Well, with the bunny ears, the dark-skinned Spaniard was notably taller than her Swedish blonde counterpart. "I watched some anime, mostly Shounen and sports stuff though."

"That a-also tracks," Sara retorted. "Do you watch anything, Yahui?"

"I only ever watched Dragonball," Yahui responded.

"No shot," Alex blurted out, then immediately asked. "What about you two, did you watch Dragonball?"

"We watched Resurrection F together!" Astrid complained, playfully.

"Right!" That had temporarily slipped Alex's mind. They had been stuck in a hotel in Canada due to a freak blizzard making takeoff too hazardous. As a result, he, Jane, Astrid and Selana had gotten together and just watched movies. That had been one of the ones they had.

That evening had been great. Had they already been in his harem at the time, it would have been even better though.

"I, uh, did watch all of Dragonball, yeah."

"Including Super?"

"All of Dragonball," Sara reiterated, with a bit of a weeb's pride in her tone. "I, uhm, among my people, right?"

"I am developing a theory that Dragonball is the litmus test that separates tomboys from regular women," Alex said. "So far, all of you that I asked have watched it. Favourite arc?"

"Cell Games!" Sara answered instantly.

"I like the first World's Martial Arts Tournament," Yahui said. "Tien was done dirty."

"Uhhhhh… imma have to think about that one," Astrid said.

"Well, we got all the time in the world." The conversation entered a short lull while Alex grabbed their usual travel gear off the shelves. The Necklace of Regulation went around his neck first, then he picked up the Storage Gauntlet. "Astrid, you hold onto this for the day. Also take the Water Crystal and a couple of the Light Crystals."

"Will get it done, my dude," Astrid said and pushed the items into the now equipped gauntlet. Liquid servants also handed her a few loadings of food to be stored behind her palm. Abundant as the jungle was, the safety of rations was always good to have.

"Sara, you take the backpack." Alex handed over the leather thing as he spoke. The rabbit-eared woman took it without question. Once she had it over her shoulders, they were all ready to set out. "We're going east until we hit the oil ferns again. That's where I stopped yesterday."

It was a long and eventless trek. Four hours of walking through the jungle. Alex set a quick pace and the trio of women followed it with very little issue. He had been hiking with non-tomboys before. The experience was completely different. They walked on naked feet over tree roots and still did not complain a single time about anything other than the weather. The light rain cooled down what otherwise would have been a fantastically warm day.

Breaks came in three forms. Sometimes they did need to sit down. Sara certainly had the thighs of a lagomorph, Astrid was a runner by discipline and Yahui was definitely no slouch either. Monstergirlification reduced the stamina differences between their sexes notably. All the same, he did sometimes decree that they would take a minute to breathe. He just trusted his intuition on this. It largely proved correct.

The second form of break was just for water. The Storage Gauntlet offered them emergency rations. With the Water Crystal now in their possession, they weren't purely reliant on natural sources of hydration either, but Alex didn't want to tax that resource too much. He had no idea what the upper limit of the crystal was.

Thirdly… admittedly, sometimes they stopped because he got too horny to concentrate on walking. Astrid bounced to the top of their formation, showing off her perfect ass. Yahui stretched to investigate something. Sara looked up at him while chatting. Really, anything his women did could do it. For five to ten minutes, they would then be locked taking care of that. About ten times, they also took very short breaks during which Alex fingered one of them all the way to completion.

Why? He felt like it.

It put a bounce in their step, so it was barely a delay at all.

It was not yet noon when they reached the oil ferns again.Upon seeing their first target, Alex directed them north-east. If he had the map in his head right, they would get to the coast that way and given what he had seen of these islands so far, the coast would be grassland. Walking through light rain wouldn't be the most pleasant, but it would be much faster than navigating the trees.

The foliage was already changing. Dense trees were replaced with walls of overlapping ferns. Alex pushed them aside with both of his hands. One particularly big leaf blocked his path. He pushed past it, watching his feet.

When he raised his gaze, he was almost face to face with a bear. A huge bear, practically a polar one. The mountain of fat and muscle stared at Alex, every bit as surprised as he was. Surprise immediately turned into aggression. The black-furred giant roared.

"STAY BEHIND ME!" Alex shouted.

The claws of the bear immediately came flying. Alex barely had time to turn back, to witness as the sharp points were dragged across his chest. Stone reactively sprouted from his skin, cracking and crumbling into dust, leaving grey trails behind the impact. The bit of dirt was infinitely preferable to the bloody trenches he would have received.

'That's my one freebie gone,' Alex thought, feeling the exhausted vein in his magic. All the same, it gave him a moment to make it past the bear and into the open space.

The bear's attention split between the rustling of the leaves and the moving giant of a man that was Alex. His tomboys were doing their best to stay out of sight. Something flew out of the green. A rock, hitting the bear in the side. It bothered the creature enough that it began to trot towards the ferns.

"AAAAAAH!" Alex shouted, causing the bear to suddenly turn his way again. It was a primal sound, like a gorilla trying to warn a trespasser. That was exactly kind of genetic memory the man of the island was tapping into. Another shout tore form his lips. Another rock, no doubt launched by Sara, hit the bear.

The enormous animal slowly backed away from both man and ferns. It was growing visibly uncertain about what was happening.

A fact that Alex was happy to exploit. He was playing for time, waiting for the arrival of a little something he had left back at the tree. The cracking and glowing of the earth to Alex's right only added to the bear's uncertainty. Animals outside this island would have long since taken flight. Was the aggression towards humans another consequence of the Death Willow's actions?

The Cataclysmic Greatsword ruptured through the dirt, its handle emerging at level with Alex's hand. He tore the enormous weapon out of the ground, swinging its enormous weight with a single hand. Dozens of kilos of sharpened stone cut through the air. Even with his titanic magic counteracting it, Alex felt the torque pull on his shoulders. He moved with ever-growing familiarity into a ready stance.

"LET'S GO, FURBALL!" Alex roared.

The bear responded with its own scream, amping itself up for its next attack.

Alex seized the initiative, storming across the divide. The sudden, aggressive motion caught the bear completely off-guard. It reared up on its hindlegs on instinct. A risky choice, leaving its soft belly wide open. Though it was its own dangerous endeavour, Alex could have accepted the chance of being struck by those massive paws to secure a hit.

A tennisball-sized rock came flying out of the bushes, striking the bear's face with inspiring accuracy. It let out a confused bellow, shaking its head. The rock had hit it right in the eye, with enough force to daze it for just a moment.

That moment transformed the risk to a guaranteed victory. Alex took the last lunging step. The gargantuan sword was swung overhead, then crashed into the bear's exposed shoulder. The weapon crushed bones as it slices through fur and muscle. He was carving an entire ravine across the bear's chest. Ribcage ruined, heart shredded, a final pulse caused blood to gush out of the chest wound. The next moment, the now lifeless bear toppled over backwards.

Alex planted the Cataclysmic Greatsword in the jungle floor. 'I love this thing,' he thought, then turned his eyes and mind to his tomboys. 'Distant second to them though.' "That was a fantastic throw, Sara," he praised the Spanish rabbit woman.

"Thanks!" she squeaked, all proud, and gave one of her tall ears a bashful tug. "I don't g-get as much force behind them without a bat but I can still aim pretty well."

"Aim pretty well, she says." Astrid put an arm around her fellow tomboy and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Ya hit that throw out of the ferns, girl, that was super impressive."

"I concur," Yahui remarked. "You have the honour of cleaning up."

"C-cleaning up?" Sara asked, eyeing the corpse with an understandable degree of disgust. They all had hunted for food by now, but that didn't make the entrails of a bear an appetizing sight.

"Not that," Yahui took to Sara's other side. Gently grabbing the sides of her face from behind, the Chinese gymnast redirected the rabbit tomboy's attention to Alex. "That."

Getting an erection after fighting was a physiological response that he had well before he had become half a sex god. Now that he always lived out that urge, the boner he popped was almost painfully hard. "Not here," he said. "Let's get somewhere more comfortable."

"B-but it is happening?" Sara asked.

"It's always happening," Yahui whispered. "That's our duty to our Master."

Alex kept the sword at hand this time, carrying it along as they advanced the last fifty metres through the undergrowth, finally emerging at the edge of the jungle. Grassland and ocean were before them a nice open area where nothing would approach them unseen. The cover of the last trees made for the perfect spot to sit down.

"When you're ready," Alex invited Sara, simply gesturing at his cock.

"You're always ready, aren't you?" Yahui seductively hissed into Sara's ear. "You're a good girl, a very good girl."

With a gulp and a smile, the dark-haired, dark-skinned woman stepped forwards. "I t-try to be." She knelt down, her thick thighs straddling Alex's outstretched legs. He gave one of her hard nipples a light flick. "Mhmaster," she sighed, aligning her already drenched womanhood with his erection.

Yahui hugged her from behind kissing Sara's neck between whispers. "That's it… accept his divine cock… be his relief… his soothing hole…"

"Dude, you are horny today," Astrid pointed out. For a moment, Alex was confused why she felt the need to point that out, but she wasn't talking about him. To Astrid 'dude' was an unisex term. "And I mean extra horny, Yahui."

"Oh… God, it's so big!" Sara moaned. It wasn't even the first time in the last four hours that he was inside her, but she still had to take it slow. As much as her insides remembered his shape, he was large and she was tight.

"Oh Master," Yahui softly corrected.

"Oh, Master!" Sara cried in agreement.

Yahui backed away from the elopement once Sara began to bounce. On her foot, she joined Astrid in lookout duty. "Evelyn and Tess are starting a cult," the Chinese gymnast explained. "The Cult of Master, they call it."

"Well, can't say I'm surprised by that," Astrid remarked. "That's gonna be a thing we discuss tonight then?"

"No, Master has decided, wisely, not to put the force of his word behind that. He wants this to come from us to him." Yahui flashed a smile at her fellow tomboy, a short break between scans of the nearby jungle "I fully support the formation of this Cult of Master. I'd like you to do the same."

"Imma have to think about that," Astrid hummed. "The whole 'Master' as 'God' replacement thing just happened and I'm still treating that more as fetish talk… dunno if I want to upgrade straight into actual religion, ya know?"

"I fully get it and we are in no rush. Alex wants all of us to agree on it before anything happens. You can contemplate at your own pace." Yahui looked back at the copulating couple. "What about you, Sara? Do you feel Master's divinity?"

"I… feel… a lot!" the dark-skinned woman cried out in bliss. Yahui just chuckled at the answer.

Alex understood it to be a denial in its own way. If Sara had wanted to scream out 'Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!', the rhythm of her plunges would have been perfect for it. Instead, she was quiet as she continued to ride him. Orgasmic spasms soon made her motions too jittery. Alex grabbed her by the roundest part of her ass and helped her stay steady. All the same, he let her dictate the tempo.

Relaxed and yet multi-orgasmic, leisurely and yet impressively thorough, their lovemaking continued. Sara was a sweaty mess by the time his orgasm approached, her flat chest delectably shiny from the humid air. He wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly while the gyrations of her wide hips coaxed him gently over the edge.

"Yes… that's goooooood," he groaned into her ear. The masculine rumble of his voice made her pussy tighten around his twitching shaft. Another load pumped into her depths, filling the court of her womb. The climax washed the stress of combat right out of his system and prepared him for what else the day would have to offer.

Sara clung tightly to his broad chest. The rabbit loved the softer aspects of domination, practically melting in his arms. Every spurt made her moan, the orgasm shared by the properties of his blessed seed.

As climax faded into afterglow, Sara whispered. "Do you… want this Cult?"

"The idea turns me on." Caressing her lovingly, he brushed a strand of her wavy hair behind her human ear. "But I don't need an actual Cult for the play. What I want most of all is what you want. Whatever your choice is, I want to be sure its yours and yours alone. No pressure."

"Okay." Sara puckered her hips. A quick peck marked the end of their entanglement. They had many more places to explore that day.

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They had their feet on wet grass for a while.

The rainfall was ultimately not that bad. It truly was light rain, accompanied by similarly mild gusts, combining into an altogether pleasant cooling against the lingering, tropical heat. They followed the coast for a while, until they came across a bay. Because it was low tide and because they could see the solid land on the other side, they decided to cut across.

Of course, that, like all other paths, had its perils.

"It's another one of those… but larger," Alex remarked.

The danger had been visible from a distance. It was a bright red, starfish-like thing that walked on four of its tendrils while using the fifth to look around. Its middle point was raised high enough into the air to be level with Alex's chest. From one tip to another, it must have been more than five metres wide.

Though that bulk made it look impressive, Alex already knew that they were about 80% hollow, filled with sea water, and extremely slow. Swerving around it was fundamentally an option, but it was heading right towards them. If he didn't kill it, it would become a problem for him or one of his women down the line.

Better to get it over with.

Alex measured the distance with his mind, waited for the starfish to get close enough and then simply swung at it.

In the first second, it felt like hitting a beanbag with a steel pipe. Alas, the raw force behind this swing was too much even for these spongy limbs. Alex cut through one of the 'legs' of the monster, causing slimy water to spill from the stump. Some of it got an Alex, causing his stone skin to react.

'Is it acidic?' Alex wondered, happy to have found out this way if that was the case.

He retreated to safety, watching with a lingering sense of disgust as the gushing wounds clenched close like overgrown sphincters. The original starfish continued to shamble towards Alex, unpeturbed by the loss of a limb. That limb convulsed as it went through a rapid metamorphosis. Small tendrils emerged from the sides as a new middle was formed. It would become a new starfish quite quickly.

"Ew," Yahui commented from behind.

Alex shared the sentiment entirely.

Taking aim yet again, he lunged. The Cataclysmic Greatsword was not what one would call a precision instrument, but neither was that starfish something where centimetres mattered. The broad tip of the sword slammed into the middle segment, more punching than stabbing. It was enough blunt force trauma to tear something vital inside the creature. It flew backwards, propelled by a final tensing of its muscles, and lay dead in the mud.

Alex turned the enormous weapon around and stabbed the regenerating piece of starfish before it could get any further. The width of the blade was enough to bifurcate the whole thing, ending those attempts at life in their infancy.

They observed both pieces for about a minute before Astrid said, "Alright, good job, Master. Need relief now?"

"Honestly, that wasn't even hard enough to get my blood up," Alex responded. "Plus with all the rain… let's just keep walking."

"Roger that, bro!" the blonde declared.

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They swerved south-west after they were back on solid land.

The reason for this was simple: Alex wanted to see if they had a way back that wasn't covered by jungle. The chances for this were high, courtesy of the volcano and the ring it had burned into the local woodwork. Approaching that area of the island confirmed that he was correct.

It also showed him something else he had been expecting to see.

At first, it seemed to be the remnant of a massive tree, something so big that it had survived the constant heat by virtue of the girth of the trunks. Getting closer and closer to it, however, revealed that there were no signs that this trunk ever had any branches. Indeed, its form was far too uniform to be that of a burned tree.

The heat it radiated was immense, as immense as Shiulrach's chamber. Alex did not need to guess why that was. After all, one had fed into the other.

What they were looking at, standing at the centre of an utterly ruined, ash-covered complex, was a totem. Its runes weren't visible anymore, the surface charred, internal heat glowing through the cracks, but it was a totem all the same. It was the same kind of heat manipulation that they had encountered several times before, scaled up immensely to the same effect that a power line was a scaled-up cable. The western side was scorched white and the eastern singed black.

"Trace the line of totems to its origin," Alex muttered to the questioning gazes of the tomboys with him. "That's what Shiulrach said. 'Trace the line of totems to its origin and you shall find the place of my choosing'. He wants us to put a shrine there."

Yahui crossed her arms, first looking at the totem, then towards the volcano in the far-off distance. "This was the endpoint of a heat transferral," she said. "No… the endpoint was… the ice cave!"

"No, I do think this was the planned endpoint," Alex disagreed with her. "Everything in the complex underground was geared towards heat distribution. There must have been a city here at some point, using the heat they transferred here. That ice cave on the first island more likely was some kind of magical counterbalance or an unfinished expansion of it all…" He shook his head. "In any case, the system obviously stopped working as intended. The heat got stuck here, channelling endlessly into Shiulrach, turning this land into ash and molten rock."

"The heat is still going into that totem," Astrid remarked. "No… one side is way more scorched than the other."

"It's now stuck in that totem," Sara stated.

Alex slowly nodded. "Without Shiulrach, it's unlikely another volcano is coming up, but the heat is stuck all the same."

"Uhhh, so…" Astrid cleared her throat. "I wasn't the best in the physics classes, but if all that energy is going into an unsuitable vessel, what are the odds it's gonna blow up at some point?"

"It's magic, so probably pretty high," Alex responded. "Which begs the question whether we want to risk investigation, potentially preventing it, or book it to not get caught up in it if it goes up in the ten minutes…"