Tomboy Island

“Yes! Oh yes, Master!” Evelyn cried.

The bedroom was hot, almost unpleasantly so. The nature of the environment made the air humid. Sunrays fell in through the crystal ceiling, adding further warmth to the tropical climate. The afternoon heat filled Alex to the core.

“Master! Let me serve you, let me ride that perfect cock until you have marked my cunt as you should! I surrender my all to you all over again!”

Evelyn was a storm of motion. The haughty tomboy was bouncing on his lap. Large breasts swayed up and down, up and down, up and down. It was a hypnotic rhythm matched by the motions of her hips. Thighs straddled the man of the island and Master of the harem. Every plunge was made with his pleasure in mind.

“Oh yes!” Evelyn moaned.

Her back curved backwards. Her head tilted back in a moment of orgasmic bliss. She stabilized herself by putting a hand on his leg. Even as the spasms travelled through her, the olympic athlete kept circling her hips.

“Master, this is our world,” Evelyn gasped, orgasm turning to afterglow. “Yours and mine as part of yours.”

The dragon-horned woman raised a clawed hand to her face. The sharp nail of her index finger trailed the shape of her lips, stopping at the corner of her wide smile. She was sweaty now, glistening all over, panting, and stared at her chosen Owner with cheeky delight.

“You are right - you are mine,” Alex growled and grabbed the proud woman by the hips.

Thrusting up into her only made the happy cocksleeve moan louder. The clapping of his groin against the underside of her juicy ass dominated the room. Harder and harder still, he hammered into her from below.

“M-m-m-hm-mhm-a-as-s-ss-ss-sTeeee-e-ee-e-eeeEEEEEEEEER!” Evelyn’s voice was a mess, broken up by passion and the repeated impacts. She tilted forwards, slowly losing the strength to stay upright, then was yanked down by one of her horns by her Master.

Alex felt invincible in that moment. One hand on the curve of her ass, the other keeping her in place (not that she needed to be kept), he was fucking her while conquering her mouth with his prodding tongue. There was a dangerous sharpness to her teeth that only enticed him further. There was a danger to all of her. This wasn’t just any woman. This was Evelyn, three-times olympic gold medalist, and she was his personal sex slave.

“Back to serving me,” he ordered her and released her horn.

“Yesh, Master!” Evelyn slurred. One of the most capable female athletes in world history straightened up at his order and moved her crafted curves up and down. Every muscle was supposed to be shaped to swim, bike, and run. In reality, this model of a tanned female was made to breed, be bred, and carry children.

They both knew it was only a matter of time until the day came where he would pump her womb full of baby batter. Alex could scarcely contain his excitement. He had never thought himself crazy about having children, but then again he never had to think about it for long before and he was his father’s seventh child.

Alex had plenty of time to fantasize about his life with the gorgeous woman on top of him. One parting smack on her thigh made Evelyn halt for a moment in her renewed service. It resumed swiftly. Evelyn did not allow herself to disappoint.

Hands folded behind his head, Alex observed the steady motions. The fantasies his head were spinning, admittedly, saw her less like a women and more as a gradually more gravid set of holes. The erotic mood had him in his grip. Alex acknowledged what it was, so he differentiated what he liked doing to them in the bedroom to the healthy harem lifestyle he was dreaming of.

“Why are you just standing there?” Alex said, his eyes slowly drifting over to the other women. “You won’t let Evelyn be the only one to christen the bedroom, right?”

The question snapped the crowd of ten other nubile tomboys out of their voyeuristic trance. “Nuh-uh!” Charlotte swiftly declared and threw herself into the bed right next to Alex. The fox woman offered her tongue, Alex took the entirety of her mouth. Their tongues swirled and wrestled. No matter what the French tomboy tried, she always lost to his advances in the end.

The warmth of another heavily breathing female pressed against his left side. The softness of enormous breasts gave away who it was before Alex turned his head. Immediately, he was making out with Selana instead.

His hands sunk into the ample bosoms of swimmer and mountain biker, squeezing greedily while they nuzzled up against him. All the while, Evelyn kept on riding his cock. She was a woman with a simple mission: to please her Master. She followed it like a true zealot, never ceasing in her motions, no matter how many spasms made her muscles tense.

Alex felt his own release approach. “Yes!” Evelyn screamed, her voice borderline hysteric with passion. “Fill me, Master!” The twitching of his cock told the sex slave all she had to. That she had been a virgin a few days ago really didn’t matter anymore, they had been fucking like rabbits since. She knew the tells. “Fill! Me! UP!”

Hips rocked up from the silk-cotton mattress. The sudden thrust made Evelyn bounce one final time, sending her large breasts into one last intense jiggle, before her eyes rolled up. Seed rushed up Alex’s shaft. The intensity of the pleasure pressed the air out of his lungs in a series of deep groans.

Orgasmic seed filled the cunt of the willing sex slave. Evelyn clenched her teeth and grunted like an animal in heat. Then again, what else was the dragon woman in that moment than a bitch needing her mate’s cum?

Every spurt sent a visible ripple up Evelyn’s spine. Her hips kept drawing little circles. Shifting folds kept the pleasure from fading too quickly. Alex’s shaft kept on twitching and tensing until every drop was spent.

Cock still hard and Evelyn satisfied, Alex swiftly moved onto the cocksleeves by his side. Charlotte and Selana soon found themselves in the 69 position. The French tomboy licked the perfect submissive’s clit, while their Master pounded Selana into the mattress. Evelyn was a twitching mess next to them, rubbing her cunt with the last of her energy, as she watched.

The rest of the room was filled with similar scenes of debauchery. Blair, Sofia, Valeria, Yahui, Tess, and Ashley formed a semi-circle of erotic preparation around their Master. Haremettes were fingering themselves or each other. They made out, played with their tits, writhed in one another’s embrace, and generally did everything to keep themselves prepared for when his lust eventually was targetted at them.

Janette and Sara were the two exceptions to this display. The newest member of the camp was still taking full advantage of the fact that there was no shame in this group and masturbated feverishly to the display. She muttered words of surrender and doubt, marking her as not quite prepared to take the plunge into the harem life. Janette was a whole different matter. The untamed slut had a hand on the wall of the bedroom and wore an enigmatic expression.

Alex was too distracted by moans and passion to care about that at the moment. It was far from the first time the athlete acted reclusive and would not be the last. He had a duty first and foremost to the pleasure of his women. A pleasure he delivered in spades.

Selana was a quivering mess in her own right before long. Rykard took a moment to fuck Charlotte’s face afterwards, before turning his private slut on her stomach and pounding her from behind until she pleaded for a pause. “F-fuck, you really know how to make a girl cum her brains out,” the swimmer moaned, when he pulled out.

Attention shifted immediately to Tess. The gothic angel had been pressing her huge tits against his back while he had pounded Charlotte and now got her reward for the side service. Pinned by her throat, she was hammered away at until her eyes rolled up and her pussy gushed, staining the surface of the magical sheets.

‘I really hope these clean themselves,’ Alex thought, in a short-lived moment of clarity. Then, his eyes fell on Yahui, and any such clarity was gone.

The wide-hipped Chinese woman was on her lonesome, rubbing her cunt with passionate glee. One hand was constantly gliding over her cunt. The elbow of the other arm kept her torso propped up enough that she could see what was going on. One knee up, legs spread wide, she revealed everything to her Master.

The crossing of their gazes was enough for her. Yahui may not have been a true submissive when she had landed on the island, but between what he had shown her and the way he had handled her, her body had learned to crave a certain kind of pleasure. Just his dominant stare was apparently enough for her eyes to roll upwards and her fingers to accelerate in circling her clit.

“Cum for me,” Alex ordered.

And she did.

“Mmhhhmaasssstrrrrr,” she pressed out between clenched teeth. Her face was an expression between pure strain and joy. Squirts of clear juices gushed from her swollen cunt. Her entire body vibrated on the bed.

Alex watched her heavily panting form. He did not do so inactively, of course. Taking hold of Blair’s red hair, he sheathed his hard cock in her mouth. The fiery cumslut moaned around the hard cock that was filling her throat, then screamed when she was used as a masturbation tool for her Master to finish himself off. After all the women he had pounded to a point near or past delirium, he reached his own limit for the second time.

Buried to the hilt in the mouth of a hot redhead, he came as he watched Yahui give herself some aftercare. The Chinese gymnast stretched her nubile body for his viewing enjoyment, invigorating every pump of seed down Blair’s throat. The cumslut got exactly what she wanted and guzzled down his seed as if it was the only fuel she would ever need.

When he pulled out of the kneeling woman’s throat, Blair collapsed into the bed, shivering and spasming almost as intensely as Evelyn had. Alex departed from her with one brush through her fiery mane. A gesture of affection among the rough lovemaking. One had to mix the sweet with the spicy when it came to lovemaking.

Alex remained focused on Yahui. Calmed in the interim between her orgasm and the completion of Alex’s, the bottom-heavy gymnast smiled at him anticipatingly. Legs spread, fingers pulling open her swollen mons, she received him with that smile and a body glistening with sweat. A branch above put half her body in shadow, as she lay down fully and he sunk into her tight cunt.

The gentle expression did not last for long. Alex’s lust was still burning hot. His need to prove himself worthy of being the sole male of a harem this large kept him moving. No half-measures would do. His muscle memory took over, letting him prod and poke sensitive spots inside Yahui that he had explored over the last few days. Yahui’s smile was replaced with an O-mouth, as the expert stimulation of her womanhood combined with post-orgasmic sensitivity.

“It was in watching my Master pound a fellow Asian woman, albeit one much more beautiful, that I found myself in a daze of pure desire. I was focused, yet utterly compromised. My fingers could not stop circling my nipples. Neither could I stop masturbating. I was starting to believe my previous masturbation addiction had been replaced with something stronger, more urging, and yet so much more wholesome. I wanted to share. I needed to share. Everyone was looking at me with approval as I… realised that… I was saying all of these t-t-thing out LOUD AGAIN! AHHH!”

“Stop shouting,” Alex growled at the panicked reporter. “Sit on her face.”

“Cohme here!” Yahui moaned in agreement, her tongue already stretched out in anticipation.

Ashley hesitated until a disapproving glare of her Master sent her into a flurry of motions. The petite Asian sat on top of the bottom-heavy one.

“So gorgeoush,” Yahui slurred, before sinking her tongue into the pretty petals of the reporter. She continued to try and spin a description of the scene, but that soon devolved into nothing but slurred words and syllables.

Yahui’s strong legs were wrapped around Alex’s hips, keeping her cunt firmly in position to be fucked even after he raised his hips to be a little more comfortable while kneeling. Removing his hands still had her stay nice and put. The gymnast had all the core strength necessary to hold this bridge position for as long as she needed.

“Come here,” Alex ordered the last two waiting sex slaves in the room. Sofia and Valeria immediately followed their Owner’s command. Attaching themselves to his sides, the half-black, half-latina woman and the Estonian hugged his broad chest eagerly. Valeria’s serious expression was only mildly changed by her desire, while Sofia was absolutely and utterly showing her devotion to Alex on her features. Considering the former’s stoic demeanor, the difference between the intensity of these displays was smaller than one might have thought. “Good girls.”

The two words had them perk up. The arms that then wrapped around them had them shiver at the first touch, jump at the smack of their asses, and then moan when his hands pushed between their thighs.

They were both beyond ready for him. Sofia came first, having been deprived of any sort of touch of her Master for a little while. Valeria had the advantage of traveling with him that day and still came within the minute.

The spasming duo kept grinding against him, marking their Master with sweat and pheromones. Alex could perceive that sweet smell in the room, shed in such abundance it became tangible among the various heated fragrances of the orgy and the natural musk of wood and amber in the bedroom.

Them pushing up against him also helped stabilize him, while his hips kept rocking back and forth ceaselessly. Yahui’s repeated orgasms made that of Sofia and Valeria pale in comparison. Ashley kept up not because Yahui was such a fantastic pussy eater, but because her voyeurism put her sensitivity to an almost unreasonable level. The petite Asian drooled all over herself, watching Alex finger two and pound one woman to repeated orgasms.

The Master of the bedroom pulled out of Yahui in a spontaneous motion. He pulled Sofia forwards, thrust into her, and made the tight cocksleeve orgasm on the spot. A minute of his time was given to her, then he changed to Valeria. After making her ass jiggle under his thrusts for a little bit, he pulled Ashley over and hammered the mouse-eared reporter’s pussy next. He loved watching his large cock disappear fully into her tiny hole.

Giving each of the three a taste was just an interim before he returned to Yahui. The Chinese woman howled gracelessly. It was the scream of a well-used cocksleeve, knowing she was about to provide completion to her Master. Alex’s grunts grew more and more strained, until he slipped out of the dark-haired woman. He was received by three mouths, all in a lustful haze, all eager to use their tongues to massage him over the edge.

The third load of the orgy spurted out from his cock. Semen showered Yahui’s chest. It rose and fell in post-orgasmic trembles, then writhed when she scooped up some of his seed and tasted the blissful fluid. Sofia, Valeria, and Ashley worked his cock and balls, urging him to mark their fellow haremette with all he had to give.

Alex kept on cumming until there was nothing left to provide. His cock deflated softly, marking the end of the orgy. Lapping tongues kept working it anyhow, cleaning him in a venerating service.

“Master,” Yahui gasped.

“Mashter,” Sofia slurred.

“Massssster,” Ashley swooned.

“Master,” Valeria concurred.

“Master.”

The fifth voice caused Alex to raise his head. Janette still stood, her hand against the wall of the tree. Before his very eyes, a pair of wooden antlers pushed out of the woman’s scalp, forming a decorative addition to her buzzcut. The blue-eyed woman gazed over her shoulder, opened her mouth, and displayed an almost inhumanely long tongue. The hand on the wall wandered to her ass, clawing at the pliable flesh and revealing her cunt. To call it dripping would have been an understatement. Horniness fell from her sex like a small river.

“My Mashtahr,” Janette reiterated, past her lolling tongue, and kept staring at Alex in deep anticipation.

His cock went from slightly limp to hard as an iron rod within two heartbeats. He removed himself from the pile of lust-drunk sex slaves. They followed him with venerating eyes, while he hurried on over and, with no further ceremony than a deep and needful kiss, penetrated the newest addition to his harem.

Janette came before he was all the way in and came again when he was. After that, everything Alex did to her only prolonged one continuous orgasm.

He pounded her against the wall. This was the second time he fucked the slut, but now it was not as her having fun with another man, now it was as her submitting to be his property. It made a world of a difference to both of them. She felt tighter, ready to take more of him, and he was kissing her with all of the passion a man should feel for a woman that was his of her own volition.

Grabbing her antlers, he pulled her head back. They were just large enough for the purpose and definitely sturdy. The forking shape made them perfect to keep a hold of. Janette grunted. She let out short screams. Hard, he kept pounding the tall woman against the wall, until desire drove him to change it up.

He pulled out, tossed Janette to the ground, and then dragged her back up into a kneeling position. By her own words, Janette had been a good cocksucker but not one to get as much enjoyment out of it as Blair did. Those words were a thing of the past. Courtesy of her transformation as much as her submission, Alex reckoned, the Judo woman kept on climaxing as he fucked her face like it was a second cunt.

Every time he plunged into her attractive features, her whole body was hit with a renewed set of spasms. The interactions started messy, the various love juices of Janette and all the women he had fucked in the lead-up to her submission forming gooey strands. The constant deep penetrations of her orgasmic throat only added more and more to the erotic mixture. Sweaty and stained, Janette gasped and coughed when he allowed her to breathe.

“F-fuck, you’re pounding whole new kinks into meeeee,” his newest private slut confessed.

“Good,” was all Alex had to say on the matter, before toppling her over again.

He grabbed her legs, bent them upwards, then did as he did with all of his new haremettes: pressed her into the floor with his weight and the impacts of his thrusts. The mating was hard and fast. Janette barely managed to breathe between her screams. Over and over again, her cunt gushed. She was wonderfully tight. He was large. More importantly: he cared about her pleasure. He wasn’t just a dumb brute pounding her. He paused, let her breathe for a moment, whispered words of affection, adjusted the angle in response to her reactions - and then he was a dumb brute pounding her exactly as she liked it.

Janette soon lost her voice. Her eyes rolled up. Alex just kept on fucking her. His endurance was at its practical peak, three releases in such a short time leaving him ready to keep on fucking and fucking.

There was no one else waiting in the room. All the other girls were satisfied. Those that still had energy watched, their pussies too raw to keep masturbating. The majority were on their backs, staring at the ceiling if they were awake at all. Even Sara was out by now, despite having played only with herself.

And so Alex could just keep on fucking Janette. When he wanted a change of pace, he used her throat. Top to bottom hole, back and forth, he kept on marking her, until he had engraved the wisdom of her decision to submit into every bit of her nervous system. Then, and only then, did he use her cunt for himself and raced towards his fourth orgasm. He came inside her, setting off the finale of her long chain of interlinked orgasms.

All she could do was squirt and grab the bedsheets.

His cock kept on twitching inside her. Somehow, he had another full load to give, despite having been tapped before her surrender. Then again, his refractory period, or general lack thereof, had stopped being human days ago. He just dwelled in the blessing of being able to pump this woman full.

‘That’s ten,’ Alex realised. Post-nut clarity was slowly setting in and with it the realisation that his harem had now officially crossed into the double digits. ‘I love my life right about now,’ he thought, slowly pulled out of Janette, and then laid down in the massive bedroom of his magical, fairy treehouse.

Modernity could hardly compare to this.