Tomboy Island

For all the oddities that had transpired over the day, the talk was brief and the transition to the orgy swift. The haremettes were crowded around their newcomer. Fully half of his women were in the process of gripping and groping the slime woman.

Made from liquid, she was the most magical creature they had interacted with yet. Astrid, Charlotte, Janette, Niara, Evelyn, Selana and Kiara were running their hands and tongues over almost every surface of the slime. “She tastes so sweet!” the shortstack exclaimed.

“Remember, no direct stimulation,” Alex cautioned them. He had allowed and encouraged that display. Every haremette of his would be tied into his harem as deeply as all the others. Having them bask in and bring pleasure together was only going to further this goal.

Alex took in the scene. Amethyst did not hide her need. She was a pervert by nature, his sex slave by admission and desired destiny. The slime girl took the kisses she was offered, the most direct stimulation she was allowed while fingers trailed over her peeks valleys and tongues teased the outline of her fat mons.

Eyes wandered onto the rest of the harem. Jane was engaged in a deep kiss with Sara, English redhead and Spanish brunette pressed against each other in a desperate fencing of the tongues.

Yahui and Valeria were similarly engaged, their wet cunts gliding over the thigh of the other. The size difference made it seem as if the half-black, half-latina woman was in control. In reality, both were female submissives, putting on a show at the behest of their Master. Not that they did not enjoy the tribbing independently of that.

Tess, Ashley and Blair were all on their own, at least loosely. They knelt or laid on the white sheets of the expansive bedroom. The tree had come to a rest for the night, to resume its motions come morning. Despite the advanced hour, there was light in the room. The servants of eldritch fluid that Alex had conjured for his loves served as lantern lights, hanging from the walls like nearby, warm stars.

Moans filled the chamber, from Amethyst, from the engaged duos, and from all the women that pleased themselves. No action of masturbation was truly selfish. All presented themselves to the Master of the harem, eager to be taken by him or, at the very least, offer him pleasant sights ad sounds. Alex’s cock ached with the need to take one of them. His dominance and sadism made him indulge in their growing need, while he stoically scanned the room for his first partner.

It was Blair who ultimately retained his attention. The redhead laid on her back, facing towards him. The unusual pose made her stick out. Wide open, her mouth was presented, her tongue extended, rising less intensely than usual from her light red skin. Both her hands were between her raised legs. Her stare was eager, needy, calm, and yet utterly submissive. The private slut had taken very well to her new place as his and his alone.

Warming his cock up with the throat of a cumslut sounded like a splendid start.

Blair stretched like a needy cat towards his descending manhood. Precum smeared over her chin, then her lower lips. The shaft bounced from the licks she administered to its girth. Her calm expression became compromised by growing lust, the heat sinking deeper into her submissive mind. “Shmellsh sho goohhhd,” she slurred past her still moving tongue.

Tilting her head further and further back as Alex dragged his cock over her features, Blair soon was in the perfect position to have her throat stuffed. Her mouth, hotter even than that of a regular woman, remained invitingly open. Alex pushed past her lips and the barrier to her throat, making her neck bulge with his advancing cock. Sack and shaft hid the redhead’s features, diminishing her to the body Alex saw and the holes he desired.

Sheathed all the way in her throat, the man of the island lingered. Blair trembled all over in excitement. Asphyxiation slowly kicked in, but even then she did not show a single sign of a gag reflex. Blair had thoroughly trained herself to live up to her cumslut tendencies.

Alex was tempted to stay sheathed in her until she was almost passed out, but she was not such a masochist. Maybe that was a ‘not yet’ situation, Alex himself wasn’t sure if he could or would train each and every one of his women to embody the peak of maso-submissive kinks. Fact was that she was not at this time and so he pulled back to let her breathe.

Deep, controlled breaths tickled his balls. Out of her throat but still in her mouth, Alex got the service of her swirling tongue around his glans. After three breaths, he pushed back into her. Blair’s hips bucked up when he stuffed her throat again. If nothing else, the change of her body was also affecting the sensitivity of the upper of her three holes - and Alex was definitely turning each and every one of his women into size queens.

Watching Blair rub her clit awakened a little thirst in Alex. Slumping forwards, he grabbed Blair’s shapely ass and pressed his face between her toned thighs. Her hands moved out of the way, so he could give her clit a kiss. Appreciatively, she hummed around his cock. It was only the first of many such sounds of delight.

There was a hotness to how she tasted, a little burning on Alex’s tongue that was deeply pleasant and intoxicating. Wanting more, he gave her cunt a long lick. Then, he gave it an even longer lick, finding his tongue extending far beyond what it should have been capable of.

Alex was not surprised. He had felt that flesh change earlier, when the outer entities had touched him. More importantly, his body changing in ‘monstrous’ ways had been inevitable. All he was interested in was utilizing it to its foremost effect.

Blair’s moan was minorly surprised and majorly aroused when he pushed his long and pointy tongue into her quivering quim. Nimble, sensitive and readily adjustable in its length and girth, his tongue slithered through the tunnel. At first it was just an aimless in and out, fucking her hole like a small tentacle would. Soon, he learned how to control it better.

Coiling, spiraling, winding and curving, the length of the muscle pushed up against several sensitive spots at the same time. When he retracted or pushed back inside, the ever so mild roughness of his tastebuds rubbed over those spots. Depths only a large cock should be able to reach were stimulated with greater dexterity than such a rough and hard instrument should be able to deliver.

A rough and hard instrument that Blair kept taking in her throat  The dual penetration of back and front was driving her wild. A muffled scream reverberated around his manhood, just before her whole body went taut. The orgasm hit her hard, the overflow of pussy juice drenched Alex’s lips and chin. He made it even worse by twisting the base of his tongue to also work her clit. The fucking of her face grew harder and rougher as his own desire reached a fever pitch.

Alex pulled his head up. Sadistic glee took over and he grabbed Blair by the neck. If she minded the rough usage of her throat that followed, she was too deep in the throes of climax to do anything about it. The intensified spasms spelled out the opposite, however - that she loved what he was doing.

The tightness of her hot throat was too much. With a last ounce of willpower, Alex pulled his cock back so only the tip was behind her lips. Blair immediately reacted by grabbing his cock. Her hand broke the many gooey strands that connected his groin with her red lips, then masturbated the length of his manhood while her tongue greedily swirled around the head.

Cum pumped into her mouth in thick ropes. The taste of his seed was the final touch the orgasming redhead needed to go fully off into the realm of bliss. From gushing to squirting, the release of love fluids intensified, adding new strings of stains to the self-cleaning sheets. Blair gulped down his cum as it came to her. Alex felt gracious enough to let her.

It was only after the orgasm ebbed away that he realized he had not fully pulled his new tongue back in. It must have looked a bit freakish, hanging well past his chin. All reactions that he noted, however, were mild amusement. Alienation at such a sight had been lost days ago. He was far from the first one to have his tongue extended. It did appear that his was the longest so far though.

‘Should not make it a habit. A Master doesn’t have his tongue hanging out like a dog,’ he reprimanded himself and quickly pulled the tongue back. As he did, the size of the muscle diminished, until it fit more comfortably in his mouth than ever.

It did not get to rest there for long. Alex’s hunger was awakened in full and so he swiftly moved to sate it. 

Next on his platter was Tess. The goth spread her legs swiftly, receiving him with a loud moan. The first of his sex slaves took his greedy thrusts, while Alex pulled Jane out of her sapphic entanglement, making out and fingering her while he pounded the goth for as long as she could take it. The redhead was taken afterwards, pounded from behind. Ashley sat just north of Jane’s head, close enough that her tall Master could bend over the English woman and eat out the petite Asian American.

As soon as Jane’s eyes began to roll from her third swift orgasm, Alex was on top of Ashley instead. He lifted the mouse-eared woman up, causing her to stammer and sputter for a few embarrassed moments. Held in front of him, she was for all to see - and that made her cum that much harder when he fucked her where he stood.

After that, it was the turn of Sara and Valeria. The bottom-heavy tennis player squished Alex’s head with her plump thighs. Simultaneously, the climber got pounded into the mattress. Yahui joined the pile rubbing her cool curves up against her Master and purring sweet nothings into his ear. There was only heat in her voice, the heat of a woman whot loved watching her dom pound the sanity out of her fellow sex slaves.

For that, she was next to get her pussy eaten, Sara took Valeria’s position for as long as she could take it. Then, it was Yahui’s own turn to get pounded - and to take the combined pressure that had been building up inside Alex since he had moved on from his warm-up. His balls tightened, pumping streams of cum into the Chinese woman. Each felt like it was the load of an entire orgasm before he had landed on this island. When he pulled out of her squirting cunt, the thick white came dribbling out.

Alex did not dwell on the sight. Instead, his attention shifted to the main prize of the night. “Give us room,” he ordered, and the heap of haremettes scattered like sands under a strong gust. His words was like a hurricane rolling over them and they laid wherever they fell, aroused beyond reason, groping their closest and masturbating feverishly while Alex approached the slime girl.

“Finally, the promised time,” Amethyst swooened, her cunt sopping wet. “I vow to you, my Master, once more that I shall be yours to use - forevermore.” Grabbing her own thighs, she spread her legs wide. “I am but a toy for your pleasure, my Master, my God.” Her skin glistened, a mixture between sweat and the texture of latex. “Use me at your leisure and I swear that you will forever be fond of the day that you elevated me from water in lust and obedience.” That was the last her purple lips could form, before his proximity made her tongue hang out. Her shapely breasts trembled with every excited breath.

She needed it.

And, looking at her, so did he.

Alex descended on Amethyst. His lips found hers in a moment of conquest. In an instant, a pink lustre consolidated in her blue eyes, taking the shape of hearts that throbbed as he rubbed the head of his manhood against her virgin slit. The opening parted eagerly for him. He pushed inside.

It was surprisingly normal and yet alien all the same. Amethyst was hot, tight, and her folds gripped him no different than any other woman. Yet, the texture was ever so subtly different. She was smoother in most places and bumpier in others. Both factors were in flux, the tunnel around him not stretching but reforming entirely around his advancing manhood.

Pulling back, Alex could faintly see the silhouette of his cock through the opaque purple of the liquid woman’s body. It was strange and erotic, to see just how deep his cock penetrated into her. One last, little thrust and he was sheathed to the base inside her. The love fluids of the slime gushed from the harshness of the impact. “Oh, I am blessed!” Amethyst declared, her voice filled with orgasmic bliss. “To be filled so fully by my mongrel Master!”

Alex grabbed the slime tomboy by the throat and pinned her down. “I know you mean it as a compliment, but I told you not to use that word,” he reprimanded her. “Are you disobeying your Master?” Hastily she shook her head. Orgasmic trembles only grew while he had her pinned. Fascinatingly, it appeared she needed to breathe somewhat - or perhaps she just felt something similar to asphyxiation when she was grabbed this way. She was, in part, a manifestation of his sexual desires. “Good girl.”

The two words had her quiver all over. The moment her neck was released, she stammered, “I am unworthy of such praise!”

Alex gave her face a chastising smack. Despite her liquid nature, that too felt human. Her tits jiggled most pleasingly from the tilt of her body. Her body was slime, no doubt about it, but consolidated in such a way that there was no uncanniness to it all. “Do you doubt your Master’s words?”

“I- oh, Master, I am sooooorrryyyyyyyy—iiiiihhh-ah!” Her apology was distorted by the thrusts that met her swollen lower lips. They were little, for now, but escalated quickly.

“No more words, just a cocksleeve,” he grunted and slouched forward. Amethyst immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, receiving him in a deep hug. A little lift of her wide hips adjusted her position, so he had her cunt nicely aligned underneath him. From there, the only struggle was against the clenching of her thighs.

And that was quite the struggle. Having inherited the strength of the tomboys Alex was so deeply in love with, her legs’ embrace was intense. Intense was not enough to compete with Alex’s own superhuman power though, driven further by his need to pound this semi-liquid set of holes into a proverbial puddle.

Hard and harder still, until the eyes of the slime woman could no longer roll back down from behind her fluttering lids. She was clinging onto him, embracing his broad chest, pushing the swell of her breasts against his torso, and she laughed. She laughed, girlishly, between moans, screams, and the wet, muffled sounds of deep kisses. There was nothing she could have felt more happy about than being fucked by her Master, anyone could see that.

The gathered tomboys around them were still masturbating, trying to match the pace of Alex’s thrusts with their fingers. Even when they succeeded, they failed. The rapid stimulation of their cunts with their fingers made them moan, tremble, and climax, but it did not go deep enough. Physically, their fingers could not scratch the itches deep inside. Mentally, they needed their Master to truly show them pleasure.

They had all tasted the sinful fruit and they were addicted to it. They moaned it openly. “Fuck, Alex is so hot!” Charlotte declared.

“The perfect man!” Astrid swooned in agreement. “I need that cock back inside me…”

“All need our Master’s cock,” Evelyn added  huskily.

“So… hot…” Niara pressed out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, why did we wait this long? Oh fuck, it feels so good to be a submissive, needy little slut for Master,” Selana blabbered and twisted her own nipple. “Oh, his hands are so much better!”

“Such a stud, such a stuuuuuud!” Kiara cried, her brattiness buried under orgasmic pleasure.

 Janette said nothing, just leaned over and kissed the shortstack’s lips. Even as tongues whirled, their eyes never left the scene before them. 

Alex’s hips were a blur. The rhythm of his hard thrusts echoed in the room. PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! That blessed sound of mindless copulation reverberated in Alex’s very essence. He felt every bit like the Master they wanted him to be. He was strong, enduring, and virile, his limits lifted to a realm where he could and would be all they ever needed in a man.

Amethyst was just a giggling mess by this point. She had screamed all she could scream, moaned all of her moans, and whispered all of her compliments under her breath. Now, she was just a set of holes, clinging onto her owner while he pistoned in and out of her pussy. Squelching sounds accompanied every thrust, proving just how tight she was gripping him. Contractions gripped him even tighter, one never-ending orgasm massaging his manhood.

His limits were raised, but limits there still were. With one triumphant roar, Alex bottomed-out against her cunt and unloaded. Through the peaks and valleys of her toned stomach, he could see his enormous load squirt into a pocket inside her - her womb. Spurt for thick spurt, he filled her up. When the pressure behind the pumps decreased, the remaining load painted her insides white.

It was only those last few pumps that dribbled out of her when her glove-like insides had massaged the last drop from him. It was only that last bit, yet the amount of impressive. Her cunt tightened up quickly, left only mildly gaping. Barely coherent, Amethyst raised her head. Her tongue was still hanging out when she spoke.

“Tshank you for ushing your Amethysht, Mashtahr.”

“I’ll do it again come morning,” Alex promised her. “Rest now.”

“Yesh,” the sex slave answered and collapsed back into the stained sheets.

About half of his harem was satisfied now, laying about in various states of cock-drunk bliss. The rest were half-exhausted by their own fingers, a state that Alex would relentlessly exploit.

A brute force fucking followed. Alex let himself fully go into the heat that filled the bed chamber. Astrid, Charlotte, Janette, Niara, Evelyn, Selana, and Kiara, one after the other he descended on them and pounded them into the mattress.

There was no greater method to it, no technique greater than what he instinctively knew about their bodies by now, just raw and rough rutting into tight and willing holes. He came twice during it all and they many, many times. He left each behind only after they were beyond reason. Days ago, Alex had to measure himself to satisfy all of them to some degree. In the coming days, he perhaps would again. This night, he could and did leave each of them sweaty and lying in sheets marked by their own pussy juices.

Finally, there was only one sex slave left to pound.

Alex looked at the sole woman that had not been masturbating. Indeed, she had kept herself at the edges of the happenings the entire time, likely waiting for this very moment.

Kneeling on the white sheets, Sofia perked up when their eyes crossed. She lifted her hips to present herself, her thighs tensing and revealing how toned even the slender fencer was. Cupping her breasts, the brown-eyed brunette showed off what her transformation had granted her. It wasn’t much, compared to others, yet she was proud of it all the same.

“I will serve you, if it pleases you, Master,” she said, a smile on her face, red with shy lust.

“I can’t leave you unsatisfied, can I?” Alex answered, his voice a little hoarse from the exhaustion so far.

“Oh, Alex, you have given me all I desire already,” Sofia whispered, her cunt dripping the entire time. Crawling towards him, she slowly kissed his chest, her eyes constantly seeking his approval. When he found it, she pushed gently against him, putting him on his back. “Let me serve you,” she pleaded, as she straddled him.

Alex was almost stunned by the forward ‘attack’ by the submissive woman. There was Sofia, slender and shy Sofia, grabbing his cock and aligning it with her utterly drenched cunt. An unexpected sight it was not, not after the last few days, yet it was magical. The second of his sex slaves pushed the air out of her lungs in a long, drawn-out, and gentle sigh, while she impaled herself on his cock.

“So big,” she gasped when she was all the way down.

“So gorgeous.” Alex’s words intensified her blush. Eyes were averted. Her smile grew. Alex reached up, one hand on the swing of her hips, the other taking her chin. “My only order for you tonight, Sofia, is that you look at me.”

“Yes…,” the fencer was happy, yet struggled to meet his gaze all the same. She bit her lower lip, hazel irises dashing to his face and back again. The wonderfully innocent display clashed intensely with the circular motions of her hips. She was pleasing him with all of the expertise of a harem dancer.

It wasn’t enough. A wanton groan from her Master made Sofia accelerate in her motions. Both his hands were on her hips now, gently guiding her towards ever more extreme bounces. Several minutes passed, the gentle intercourse growing into a hardcore fuck.

“Yes! Yes! Oh, yes, Master!” Sofia’s sharp cries were alone in the room. The other women had passed out or watched in quiet appreciation. Surrounded by a carpet of sweaty bodies, the Estonian woman moved with hair-flying roughness. With every bounce, his cock almost left her tight slit. She dropped down at the last moment, impaling herself fully and shouting as another orgasm hit her.

Looking at him, despite her spasms, she smiled like a sunflower in full bloom. Drops of sweat flew when she continued to move. More minutes passed. Sofia struggled to keep up with his need. After fifteen other women, he was not easy to be brought to climax - but she refused to stop serving until she had done her duty as his property.

When the trembling of her muscles was too much, she sat on him, straddled, and rolled her hips. An athlete through and through, she knew what to do when a part of the body needed rest and another was still capable of motion. Barely any modern woman would have been capable of the feat the shy tomboy showed there. Discipline, will, and physical excellence all intertwined to support her dedication to her craft of being his little slut.

There was absolutely nothing more that a man could ever ask for.

“I’m cumming,” Alex groaned.

The words put Sofia into a final spurt. She was every bit as ragged as a woman that had run a marathon and every bit as enthralled by the prospect of the approaching finish line. Moving rapidly up and down, she made her petite breasts tremble and her pussy gush. When, finally, his cum pumped into her depths, her pussy juices marked his groin in equal measure.

Alex’s hips bucked off the sheets. He pulled Sofia down. She pressed down. They were as close to each other as man and woman could be, united in bliss, love, and dedicated. Even as he came, Alex curled up, to pull the brunette against him and kiss her deeply. Exhausted moans filled his mouth as he won the only fencing match he could against her.

Orgasmic pleasure ebbed away, bit by bit. Bit by bit, he lowered the two of them into the sheets. Bit by bit, his cock grew flaccid. Bit by bit, consciousness faded.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms.