Island 4

If there was any doubt about the fact that Alex wasn't the only that enjoyed this break for normalcy, then it died over breakfast.

When Alex first awoke to take a leak, he had pleasantly noted that various members of the camp had tended to the fire over the course of the night. What had been a pile of tinder and mostly wet wood the night before had since become a pile of ash with an incandescent heart. The fire could go out, they had the means to get it going again, but it was more useful if they kept it going. They hardly lacked in fuel for it.

Heating the entirety of the water in the cauldron took some time as well, so a constantly nourished flame was preferable.

After emptying his bladder, Alex settled down again. After another two hours or so, he woke up, as the day before, to Tess and Sofia serving his morning wood. Valeria and Evelyn surfaced from the nearby jungle with a serving of fruits and berries. It took them a few trips to get enough for everyone. Ashley, Yahui, and Charlotte set out to pull their own weight by lending a hand for this and that small thing that improved the camp in minor ways.

Alex found himself both unable and unneeded to do anything. In fact, he was downright told just to relax. "You'll do enough heavy lifting for us," Evelyn had told him with her usual cocky smirk. "Master."

She had purred that word. Everyone purred that word when they said it, in their individual ways. Only Yahui exclusively referred to him by name still. Everyone else used the title and his name. Everyone, including Yahui, looked at the scene of his morning blowjob with overt desire.

By the time they were eating, Alex had become the centre of various roaming hands. Slices of fruit, crudely cut with sharp stones, were offered to him. To say he felt like a king was an understatement. Kings still had bothersome responsibilities towards some kind of society. He was there with a bunch of haremettes that wanted to be in it as badly as he wanted to have it.

The phrase 'I always wanted to be part of a scene like this' and its variations went from confessions to an inside joke in record time. All of them seemed to be of the same mind here. No one had thought this fantasy would come true and now that it did, they did not know to express it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this…" Ashley mumbled in an embarrassed tone.

"And yet you are," Evelyn stated plainly and placed the slice of fruit between the younger woman's lips. "Get your first kiss with your Master."

Ashley was a light shade of red, but leaned in anyway. Alex wolfed down the fruit, then devoured her lips. They were so much sweeter than the fruit could be. The mousey Asian woman hugged his thick arm. She needed an anchor to hold her while she had her mouth conquered in the same way her pussy had been.

"There's more treats for you, Master," Evelyn hummed from his other side.

Alex broke the kiss, leaving a panting Ashley on his left arm, and turned to the big-titted latina woman on his right one. Another piece of fruit between lips filled his stomach, then he laid claim to that sex slave's first kiss as well. Evelyn went into it with a lot more confidence. Somehow, she was an instinctively great kisser.

They remained attached to each other like that, while Valeria, who had joined Tess and Sofia in worship of his cock, circled his glans with her tongue. The first two of his haremettes kept kissing the two-thirds of his shaft the climber did not managed to get into her mouth. Charlotte rubbed her nubile body against his back like a playful fox.

The kiss with Evelyn broke. "That was worthy of me," she hummed.

"This is just the start," Alex answered. His voice made all six women shiver. It was even deeper this morning.

"You should try to get a career in Hollywood, dude." Charlotte commented, while he pulled Ashley and Evelyn into a three-way kiss. It was a little bit awkward, just by the virtue of human physique, but that was absolutely worth it. "You got trailer voice."

Alex did not muster a response to that. He was too busy cumming for the second time that morning. Spurt for spurt pumped into Valeria's mouth. The half-black woman did not swallow it immediately, instead gathering all of it, then sharing with both Sofia and Tess. The three slaves made a show off trying to gulp it down simultaneously.

After that, he went flaccid. It was remarkable that it took two loads to achieve that especially after yesterday. Alex was still not sure what to make of it, but for the time being he elected to just not worry about it. If the choice was not eating and drinking anything or being able to cum a dozen times a day with barely any (if any) refractory period, then his choice was clear.

The orgasm marked the end of their breakfast and all of them headed down to the river to wash themselves off in as thorough a manner they could. The water in the cauldron was for drinking, at least for the time being.

"Did I hit my head yesterday?" Evelyn ran her head over a spot on her head repeatedly. "I think I have a swelling."

"If you do, it's my fault," Alex apologized. "I grabbed you pretty hard last night."

"You diiiiiiiid," Evelyn drawled in a throaty tone, then whispered. "Do it again."

"Not now," Valeria interrupted. "We have much to do." The climber stopped to peel some remains of peel out of her teeth. She leaned in a little closer to the water surface to get a reflection.

"Uhm, s-so… we are a thing, yeah?" Ashley asked timidly.

Everyone turned around to raise an eyebrow at her. "Did you miss the part where we all just worshiped our Master?" Tess asked. "Yes, we are 'a thing' - a harem. We're his harem, suddenly as that happened. Feels too right not to keep going."

"Oh thank god," Ashley whispered, then turned red. "I mean, I mean, I just wanted to be sure! I don't have any doubts about being a sex slave or anything! I love it!"

"Yes, we heard," Charlotte teased. "You keep stammering your true feelings between moans."

"I don't! I mean! S-stop it, b-baka!"

Everyone laughed at that, she turned a little bit redder. While Tess, Sofia, Charlotte, Valeria and Evelyn gave the sixth member of the harem a friendly hazing, Alex walked slightly upstream to where Yahui squatted on her own. "You don't need to feel excluded," he assured her. "Whatever your choice is, I'm not going to have anyone isolated."

The Chinese lady chuckled, slowly running a wet hand over her leg. "Amusingly, I did want an assurance like that," she confessed and beheld him with blue-brown eyes. "I appreciate your insistence on choice. I've known enough social pressuring for a lifetime."

"I sympathize with that."

"Do you?" Yahui tilted her head.

"I'm from a large and rich family and my father always insisted I was destined for something more, yet he never really specified what that more was." Alex gazed out to the ocean. "He was okay with my career choice, but it always felt like he wanted me to use it as a first step to excel."

"You're an heir to a great fortune?" Yahui asked, with understandable interest. If he had great wealth to inherit, it certainly would have made the harem more palpable.

Alex shook his head. "I'm the seventh son, I won't see a penny. That's been made clear to me. What?"

The lady had chuckled softly, then put her head on her knees. "I suddenly understand your social appetite." She looked past him. "I've had my dreams about a big, tough man making me part of his harem of gorgeous, understanding women. Mine typically involved a great library and estate, rather than a tropical paradise, but still, I had those dreams… not as frequently as those women behind you, however." She went back to cleaning herself. "Worry not, Alex, I sit over here because I enjoy some time alone. Your assurance is appreciated."

Alex shot the the cool beauty another smile, then returned to his harem to clean them as much they cleaned him. Having big arms and a broad back meant he needed someone to scrub his back.

The sun was fully above the horizon by the time they were back in the camp. The cauldron had been taken off the fire, the water brought to the point of boiling and now returned to a lukewarm temperature. They had their fill, then had their first proper planning session.

"We've reached a size where it's more reasonable for us to split up into a few groups," Alex said. "Since this island seems to be relatively small, we can expect that everyone can find their way back to this camp in two days maximum. It want at least two people to stay at this camp at all times to keep the fire going and in case another survivor stumbles across it."

That was met with universal nods. So far, Alex had just said what was intuitively a good idea. He didn't plan to veer from that. Sometimes a leader just had to state the obvious so everyone knew they were on the same page.

"We're enough so that some can half stay at camp and half explore the surrounding areas. I'd like to have a bit of food stockpiled and a few tools and structures built. A basic furnace to burn clay bowls and such, for example. We'll live like primitives, but we don't have to live like savages."

"Sounds so far like you intend to keep exploring?" Tess asked.

Alex nodded. "I'm thinking of taking up to three of you with me. That's a group size that can stick together easily in the jungle. That leaves four minimum for in and around the camp. I'll map out the rest of the island, scout out islands, try to find resources for you to exploit, and so on."

"Right, so which three relief tools do you want to take along?" Tess asked sarcastically - well, semi-sarcastically.

"I'd like you and Charlotte to accompany me," he told her.

"I though you said three?" Evelyn asked, obviously miffed that she hadn't been chosen.

"I said up to three," Alex told her. "I'm going to map out the rest of the coast today, so having our swimmer with us will likely help. As for Tess, she helps me focus - no, not just because she drains my balls."

"I wasn't going to say that!" Charlotte babbled.

"Yes, you were," Valeria chimed in.

Evelyn clicked her tongue and crossed her arms over her boobs. "Well, I chose to let you be my Master, I'm not going to start making a fuzz now," she stated. "I'll make sure this harem of ours stays fed."

"Ours?" Ashley asked, before Alex could.

"Certainly we all own each other, in a way." The haughty woman shrugged. "Alex owns us all, we own a part of Alex, so we all own each other. Don't worry, I take good care of my property."

Alex did not really disagree with that, although it was weird to hear it spoken out loud. "Alright, with that settled, there is a thing I want done first."

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"I'd like you to expand and build more shelters, maybe get a basic oven going… we'll probably need clay for that though. Can't do proper insulation with dirt alone. I'll keep a lookout."

"How do you even make a clay oven?" Ashley asked.

"It's basically just a mostly enclosed space from clay, its not complicated," Alex assured her. "Once we have one, we can bake some basic tableware, but I am repeating myself. I trust your ingenuity to figure out ways to expand the camp. I'd like to sleep under some cover tonight."

"Just bring back a tiger hide and that won't be an issue," Valeria drily joked.

"I'll try my best," Alex promised, laughter under his sincerity.

With that, he stood up and sat out, Tess and Charlotte swift to follow him. "The classical trio," Charlotte declared. "Together again at last."

Tess rolled her eyes, "It was only the three of us for half a day."

"It was that first night, that fateful night," Charlotte retorted, then scratched the top of her head. "Whatever the island is doing, it's not preventing everything annoying. There's some itchy matting going on."

"My hair is fine," Tess said.

"Lucky you - and you somehow seem to get paler despite the weather."

Alex chuckled at their banter, but did not join. He had to put his mind to picking a direction.

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Following the cost to the south-east was the reasonable decision here. The water had retreated along it, making much of the muddy shore traversable. "This island must be affected by some weird currents," Alex said.

"Yeah," Charlotte agreed.

"What do you mean?" Tess asked.

"The ebb and flow cycle is all out of whack," the swimming ace answered. "I've been keeping lose track of it and its, like, totally random? Seems like there is very little rhyme or reason to it."

"You pay attention to things?" Tess asked.

"Ha-ha." Charlotte laughed drily. "The olympic swimmer is only good for her holes, ha-ha. I'll let you know, gym manager, that I pay attention to plenty of stuff!"

"Yes, but most of it seems to be my breasts and his dick," Tess pointed out.

"I can empathize with one of those," Alex confessed, barely managing to not stare at Tess' breasts before it became a rising issue.

The beach was simple terrain. Yes, they risked exposure to the sun here, but it was much easier to navigate than the jungle and allowed them to get to the hitherto unknown parts of the island much quicker and with less risk. The cool mud between his toes made the daystar bearable.

"Alex!" Charlotte shouted. "The ground!"

The warning came quick enough. The leader of the small group stopped, then jumped backwards when a bit of the mud before him stirred. Two thick tendrils reached for where his foot would have been in a moment.

Failing to secure a grab, the creature rose from the mud before them. It was another one of the giant starfish, lumbering forwards on four tendrils, while using a fifth as its eyestalk. That it was the second time Alex ran into this kind of animal did not make it any less alien.

The group distanced themselves a few more metres. The range of their legs outpaced this thing easily. Alex scanned the environment for any others of its kind. If there were, they remained similarly hidden in the mud.

Alex had a simple choice here: fly or fight. Both ran the risk of stirring hidden enemies. The former had the additional risk of leaving one of these clearly hostile creatures near the camp. 'Unless I was wrong and this thing isn't actually dangerous?' he wondered. 'I could try letting it touch me…'

He looked at its slimy hide.

That felt like a terrible idea.

Alex considered it. He considered it for longer than probably was sane. 'What if it is just friendly?' the man of the island wondered and stepped back another half stride. 'What if we can live in harmony and I am killing these things needlessly?'

The starfish reared, revealing a set of five flat teeth at the centre of its underside.

'Oh hell no.'

Alex dashed to the side. The creature tried to switch which one of its limbs served as the eyestalk to keep up with him, but it was less than halfway through the motion before he was behind it. Hands together, he brought them down like a fist on the oversized marine creature.

A pitiful squelching sound accompanied the forceful expulsion of slime and saltwater out of its hollow body. Alex did not leave it there, smashing first each of the ocular, then the centre of the creature until it stopped moving.

"Fucking ew," Charlotte commented.

"Ew is right," Alex grunted and washed his hands in a shallow puddle of saltwater. "Feels like punching a halfway filled waterskin."

"At least they die quickly." Tess said.

"That they do," Alex agreed.

They continued on with more care, but were not accosted any further for this stretch of the beach.

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They went further east from there, following the shoreline. They were barely past the 'peak' of this segment of the shore, that they spotted good news in the distance.

This part of the shore was largely made out of grassy stretches and soil, occasionally interrupted by a trickling river from somewhere inland. Among that green and brown was a pronounced blotch of red. Red that appeared firm from a distance, yet glistened wet.

It was clay.

"One to two hours away from camp, that's pretty lucky." Alex knelt down in the middle of the over deposit. Some of it was baked by the sun, making it hard to the touch. He knew just enough about clay to be aware that this hardness was different from the proper firm tableware that could be made from the raw material being exposed to proper heat. It also was largely pure, sparing them a bothersome filtering process.

"Is that lucky?" Tess questioned. "It's quite a walk."

"Back and to up to eight times day," Alex said. "Enthusiastic, considering they'll be carrying chunks of clay, but we don't need that much. We'll beat it into a powder, then turn it into a workable mud with water. It's perfectly doable."

"Definitely beats sitting around all day," Charlotte commented.

"I suppose you are right in that sense," Tess agreed. "Do we head back and tell them about it?"

A good question, one that Alex hesitated to answer. The sooner they going on getting that clay oven going, the better. It will take a long time to dry out properly. At the same time, there was likely only one segment of coast left to explore - unless they were going to find a narrow land bridge all of a sudden.

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They did not find a narrow land bridge. In fact, they found a whole lot of nothing, besides confirmation that this was indeed a small island with another island of unknown size a good distance away. Maybe there were even more.

"I hope everyone crashed here," Alex said, while they stood at the shore. They had effectively finished the loop, so there was no point in wandering any further north, unless he felt like patrolling for the missing passengers. "Would be messy if some of them were over there."

"I hope all of them survived," Tess added.

"I'm feeling pretty confident on that," Charlotte said. "I mean, Ashley managed to get ashore and she's by far the most petite out of all of us. They're out there, somewhere, nude and eating fruit or something."

"Probably," Alex agreed.

The sound of gentle waves was all that filled the air for a moment.

"So, Master," Tess raised her voice. "I heard you are a seventh son?"

"Overheard me an Yahui talking?" Alex guessed, to a nod on her side. "Naughty girl, eavesdropping on your owner."

Tess waved off. The whole 'owner' spiel lost much of its impact when they weren't having sex. It was more of a playful title, certainly more so than 'Master' was. Alex felt like he was owner of this harem, but he didn't have a harem of sex slaves in the same sense of historical figures did. Whatever authority he had over them was purely emotional, not backed by any law or physical force.

"We've ran down the relationship pipeline at breakneck speed," Tess said. "Can't blame for actually learning a bit more about you. Four days ago, I barely knew you existed. Now you're my Master. I'm pretty happy with that arrangement right now, for a bunch of obvious reasons. I don't want to stop at good sex and you saving my life though. Who are you?"

"That's a question," Alex hummed.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm actually right with her on this." Charlotte grabbed Alex's arm. "Everyone got swept up on all the adrenaline and stuff. I really, really like this though, so let's not just ride it out. Let's actually, you know… do the love stuff."

Alex chuckled and scratched the brunette's head as a gesture of affection. He did feel the matted spots she had complained about earlier. There were two of them, one on either side of her scalp. When he touched them she went glassy eyed for a moment. "You like that?"

"I haven't been able to scratch those spots properly all day," she sighed.

He continued to scratch her head as he sorted his words. "Full name is Alexander David Romanov-Blacksmith. Yes, those last two are a linked last name." Both tomboys with him laughed when they heard it. "Yes, I know, I know, random name. My mom liked to joke she married into a family of mongrels. My dad not care much for that joke. I don't quite care for the full name. Just Alex works best."

"Yeah," Charlotte agreed readily.

"Definitely," Tess backed her up on that.

"I'm not sure if I qualify as seventh son, but I'm the seventh child. Filthy rich parents, it should be said, but as I told Yahui this morning, I won't see a penny of that inheritance. The eldest three get everything. I don't even really know what my family does. It's always been vaguely stock related." He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Got a good education, private school, and kept on trying to live up to my father's standards and barely succeeded most of the time."

"Guess your grades were passing?" Tess asked.

"Funnily enough, he never cared much about my grades," Alex answered. "That was my mom more than him, although neither of them were ever that deeply invested in my academic career. They encouraged me to do things outdoors, craftsmanship and all of that. They're a big part of the reason why I got into the survivalist hobby." He hesitated for a moment. "I can't tell you much more than that, honestly. I got moved around a lot, so I had a pretty loose social circle. My parents kept being dissatisfied with the schools I went to. Always insisted they were the wrong places for me. Eventually I picked a path in life and that was good enough for them."

"Honestly sounds like you had pretty bad parents?" Charlotte intonated it as a question, to take the bite out of it.

"Maybe? Can't say I never felt like they should have spent more time with me, but it also isn't like they ever were unreasonable or overbearing. They did something right." Alex gestured at his toned body, then shot both of them a confident smile.

"They didn't raise a meek, socially inept loser, that's for sure," Tess agreed.

Alex tried to find something else about himself to talk about, but found fairly little. "I think that about sums it up," he confessed. "Not a very eventful life."

"I'm sure we can pick some more details out of your brain over the years, Master," Charlotte said.

To that, he just nodded. "You're welcome to try. For now, we should get going."

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They went back the way they came. They chatted little during the walk, mostly focused on making it from shade to shade. When it was high noon, they had arrived by the spot where jungle met the shore. The water had come back in, separating them from the camp.

"I swam around in there all happy the other day," Charlotte hummed. "Now I know that there's some weird starfish in there…"

"For what its worth, they don't strike me as fast enough to grab someone swimming by," Alex said.

"You're the expect, you pummeled two of them to death."

"Do we want to set over right now?" Tess asked.

Alex shook his head. They had walked for the better part of the past five hours. "Let's sit down and eat. I don't want to swim on an empty stomach."

"Eat what?" Tess followed his outstretched arm to a nearby treetop. Now that Alex knew that there were edible fruits, he had gotten quite apt at spotting them. A quick climb had three of them tossed to the ground. "You don't need to wolf it down like that."

The comment was in reference to Charlotte, who stuffed the fruit into her face. "If I don't who makes sure that Alex swims on empty balls, hm?"

Before either of them could answer, his private slut had already sat down in his lap. Ass pressed against him, cock between her clenched thighs, she smirked over her shoulder. His cock had been at half mast and now rose to full might. Her pink lips glistened with fruit juice. She was waiting for him to give the go-ahead, obedient as she was under all that playful exterior.

Alex grabbed her by the waist, kissed her, and raised her up enough to align her with the tip of his manhood. When she sunk back down, her tight cunt was slowly enveloping him. "Oh god, I need this," he realized loudly.

"Yeah we do," Charlotte moaned.

What followed was a swift affair. Tess fed him the remaining fruit, while Charlotte rode him at a leisurely pace. She picked up for a stretch, bringing herself to orgasm, then let Tess tag in instead. The goth did much the same and he came when she did. All of that only took about seven minutes. Sometimes, everyone involved was just too horny to last.

Afterwards they lingered under the tree. The two women rested against his shoulders. Feeling like a king, he casually kneaded their tits, while they traced the contours of his chest with their fingers.

"Is this how every day is going to be?" Charlotte asked, hopeful. "Great sex, no worries?"

"Doubtful," Tess answered. "I don't have experience with relationships, but I do know a bit more about people."

"Tell me, wise one."

Tess rolled her eyes. "I just mean that we're already six and this guy." She tapped Alex on the nose. "Was very open about wanting all fifteen of us. There's going to be issues, one way or another, and that's before we get back to civilization."

"Right, so, solution: stay here."

"Do you want to give birth in a jungle?"

That made Charlotte shut up immediately. Her playful smile dropped as the implication dawned on the young woman. Tess was almost thirty, she thought about these things. Charlotte was just twenty, she did not.

"I'm committed to making this work," Tess stated, more to herself than either of them. "I… like being alone, always did, but when I'm with you I somehow feel like I am as safe as when I am alone and I don't get exhausted talking to you."

"I definitely feel something no one else ever made me feel," Charlotte agreed with the sentiment. "It's so easy being with you… not just you, Alex, everyone. It's like… all of us being tied together by this shared desire for one guy removes so much of the usual social stress."

"Helps that none of us are girly girls," Tess said with some very real disdain. "God, I hate people that don't say what they mean."

"I know right!"

"Girls," Alex chimed in. "Can we stay on that topic for a little bit longer? What are we going for? Because I am obviously twice as committed to making this work as you are."

"Nuh-uh," Charlotte disagreed, to Tess' amusement. "Seriously though, I just want this to be… uncomplicated?"

"Whatever happens, the last thing I want out of this harem is for it to turn into another clique of bitchy women gossiping," Tess agreed.

'This is why tomboys are the best,' Alex thought to himself and nodded. "Right, keep things open and straightforward. I don't see this working any other way either."

"Maybe we should start having a tradition to talk about our feelings or something at the end of each day?" Charlotte made a sour expression. "Urgh, that sounds so gay."

"It's not a bad idea," Alex assured her. "Biggest question is how we keep going after we make it back."

"We'll need to keep it out of the media for a little while," Tess said honestly. "Most of the girls here are Olympians and us being part of a, technically, feminist organization is going to be so annoying if it gets out."

"Right, so we should have some kind of agreed strategy? Everyone decides that the crash took them out of the sport's game and we put all of our savings together and retreat to somewhere in the middle of nowhere?"

"Combined, all of us should have quite a bit of money," Tess hummed. "Evelyn is filthy rich, I can tell you that much. Three gold medals get a woman a lot of sponsorships, especially with her looks."

Alex knew he had seen her face on advertising before. "I have a good amount of savings as well. Bonus of being a pilot is that I paid very little rent the past few years. Plus, the UN pays well. Charlotte?"

"I am flat broke… what, you thought I was responsible with my stipends? Have you met me?"

"...I'll spank some fiscal responsibility into you in due time," Alex decided. "That aside… this probably is easier in theory than I thought. We definitely should have some money between the seven of us. Means the difficult part is… staying bonded, so to say."

"Fifteen is a big number and I don't know how any of us will feel about it when the rose-tinted glasses come off…" Tess nuzzled against him. "I hope they never come off…"

"I hope they do come off," Alex said, to the surprise of both girls. "I don't want to be your chosen Master just because I happened to be the guy that fulfilled your kinks. I want to be your Master because I prove, each and every day, that I'm worth staying with - all of the drawbacks and benefits of a harem included."

"...Okay, I'm gonna say it," Charlotte leaned up to him and whispered. "I love you."

The three words made Alex's heart flutter. "Hey, I was first!" Tess complained. "I love you too, Master!"

His response was muffled by all the kisses that followed.

Yet again, good news were visible from a distance and yet again they had the colour red.

Bright red hair shone under the afternoon sun. She wore it messy which, under regular circumstances, Alex would have attributed to them being stranded on a tropical island. Considering almost everyone else was doing fine on that end, the man of the island had to assume this was just her natural style.

She was pale, not quite as pale as Tess or Ashley, but pale. Decently sized breasts and a toned body were on open display. She turned to them as they approached, focusing them with green eyes. A hand on her hips, the tall woman waited for them to get closer.

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"Who is that?" Alex whispered to Tess. As gym manager, she knew every one of the girls to some degree.

"Blair… she did horseback riding."

Alex bit back the immature joke about her riding him. He was trying to build a harem here, not to sound like an awkward teenager. He put it in his pocket for later. There was a time and a place for making dumb jokes, but the first meeting wasn't it.

"So glad to see another survivor," Alex said, and he meant it. "Alex, former co-pilot. I apologize for us being in this mess." He extended a hand in greeting.

Blair glanced at it, at his expression, then took it. One shake and she loosened her grip again. "Name is Blair. From what I heard, you were the just the co-pilot."

"I was but I could have protested more." Alex shook his head. "I'll take my part of the blame. Fortunately, most of us only lost our clothes in the crash." It felt a bit macabre to make jokes about it when a man had died, but what else could he do at this point?

The redhead took the joke with a light chuckle. That was accomplishment enough for Alex. She seemed like a tense person. "Lucky you," she stated plainly, glancing for a moment at his cock. He was getting an erection, he couldn't help it. If anything, she seemed flattered by it. Neither of them chose to mention it. "I heard you have designs on our lifestyle? A harem?"

Alex just nodded. There was no way she would have been here for hours and not been told about what had happened. Either she had taken it well or decided to ignore questions about it until later. The remark that followed made the former more likely.

"Can't believe you got hitched before me, Charlotte."

"Well, ya know, sometimes a stud comes along and fucks the party lifestyle out of you," the French tomboy answered casually.

"You two know each other?" Alex asked.

"We went out together to hit the clubs a few times," the swimmer informed.

"Not an option out here, obviously. I'm not interested in joining your harem project, but I heard non-committal sex was on offer?"

Alex slowly nodded. He did not much like the way she looked at him at this point. For a moment, he experienced how many women must have felt when men leered at them. With Valeria, there had always been undertones that she was interested in a bit more and Yahui was dignified about her indecision. Blair inspected him like a piece of meat for consumption.

There was no reason he had to take that though.

"To be clear, I'm open to make this stay more fun for both of us," he told her, "but I am not the pump and dump kind of guy. You don't want to be part of my harem, that's completely fine, but I won't be looked at as a meat dildo either."

Blair tilted her head at that. Her green eyes reflected a degree of respect. "Alright. I'll keep that in mind before I ask for anything… is he worth it?"

"You have no idea how good the kisses are."

"Hm," Blaire hummed, all of the objectifying bits of her gaze removed and replaced with a mixture of genuine interest and stoic control. Then, she suddenly switched topics. "Evelyn, Valeria and Ashley are out getting more food."

"Alright, we can wait a minute," Alex said and they walked up to camp.

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The camp had progressed a little in his absence. Broken pieces of bamboo and a pile of palm fronds showed that the girls had been busy gathering resources. While the latter was just a matter of picking up items of the proper size, the former required a bit of skill that the girls did not seem to have yet. A second pile of properly worked bamboo was testimony to their quick learning. A pit had been dug and used for experiments at mud shaping.

'Too much water,' Alex thought, looking at the brown earth soup. 'Good idea though. If we can hack up the palm leaves as a basic binding medium,we might be able to get some primitive plaster on wicker walls.'

Sofia was busy with cutting more bamboo at that very moment. Alex exchanged a quick few words and a few not so quick kisses with her. After quickly catching up with each other, they separated again. Tess and Charlotte went to be her company instead, asking for tips as they also started to cut bamboo into whatever lengths they might need.

Yahui sat by the fire. The tanned Chinese woman held her hand close to the flame, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Something on your mind?" Alex asked.

She regarded him with a short glance, then slowly shook her head. "It's nothing. I'm just not used to being naked this much."

"That makes most of us," Blaire cut in. The redhead had followed along and now plopped down next to the fire as well.

Alex looked over his shoulder, to find Charlotte giving him an approving wink. His current haremettes kept themselves busy. No reason not to interact with the two that were not his at this time.

He sat down between them and folded his hands in his lap, trying to make his erection a little less obvious without hiding it. Talking with them came with a clearly stated goal, but he did not need to make every act of flirting a direct solicitation. Sometimes, a casual conversation was the best seduction.

"That does bring me to something I want to talk about," Alex said. "You doubtlessly noticed some oddities while you made your way around the island? Besides the fact that all of us washed ashore naked and unharmed, somehow."

Blair gave him a stilted nod. "Had a run-in with a few oddities. I briefly encountered that mist that the others talked about, but I got out of it before I got hornier than I could take care of on my own. I got lost in the jungle for two days, but that was my fault."

"Stick to me and that won't happen again," Alex promised, just a little bit of flirtatious huskiness to his tone.

"You should tell him about the strange light," Yahui urged.

"Strange light?" Alex asked, his interest piqued.

Blair shrugged. "Fireflies, probably. I spotted it last night between ferns. When I tried to locate the source, it vanished."

"Mhm," Alex hummed. It could have been fireflies. There were some insects buzzing about. Thankfully, none of them seemed to be of the parasitic variety. No one had been stung or otherwise marked by anything yet.

"You sound unconvinced," Blair observed.

"This island is strange. It could have been anything." Alex shrugged. "We'll probably find out in due time. I just hope we find everyone. There's 7 more of us missing."

"I hope we can eat something that's not a fruit sometime soon," Yahui lamented. "They are delicious, but I would enjoy some variety in our diet."

"Now that we have a cauldron, we could probably boil crabs. Just have to clean them."

"You have to clean crabs?"

"They have shit sacks - so yes."

Yahui's elegant features contorted into a miffed expression for a moment. "There are aspects of this liberation that I would exchange for some old luxuries."

"Absolutely," Blair agreed.

"If you want to taste something more interesting, I have been informed I am quite delicious," Alex joked.

"I can confirmed," Yahui added, with a soft chuckle.

The redhead snorted in amusement, then simply waved off. She had nothing to add to the discussion they had minutes prior. "I saw nothing else that was overtly odd," she returned to the topic. "Rather, I don't know what I would categorize as odd. I know the meadows of Scotland. Never had much interest in the jungle."

"I know a moderate amount," Alex assured.

"He's downplaying his importance." Yahui grabbed a few sticks and shoved them into the dim fire. A ring of wood had been placed around the low flame, to dry the wood out as best they could before adding it. The longer the flame was alive, the easier it got to keep it that way.

Alex waved off. "Even if I did know much, this island is making half of that useless - in mostly good ways. The water is drinkable even without boiling or filtering it, there are no large predators around, and it is relatively quiet. This is not the green hell that jungles are often described as. The giant starfish are weird, but they beat having to deal with monkeys."

"We have to deal with one monkey," Blair joked.

Alex laughed at that.

They continued their well-mannered chat until Evelyn, Valeria and Ashley returned.

"Back to check on your property?" Evelyn asked.

"So to say," Alex answered.

"Got to keep your slaves polished and trained," the cocky woman purred. Already, Valeria was closing in on him. Evelyn followed after dumping an armful of fruit on a rations pile. The dark-skinned tomboys descended on his cock, showering the length with kisses and licks.

"They could not help themselves. As soon as they returned to camp and saw that our Master had returned, they served him. Long, extended tongues dragged over his magnificent manhood and- Oh my god, a-am I doing this out loud again?!" Ashley reacted to everyone's stares by turning red. She may have scurried towards whatever hideout she could find, had it not been for a demanding gesture by Alex.

The timid Asian tapped over. He grabbed her by the hips and spun her around, then pulled her to his lap. "As deep as you can take it," he whispered in her ear. "You're my chosen cocksleeve for this."

"T-thank you, Master!" Ashley squeaked, then moaned when his drooling cock pressed against her slit. Evelyn and Valeria added further lubrication with their spit, until he felt confident her tight tunnel could take it.

The descend was slow, very slow. That she was no longer a virgin was barely apparent. The small woman was just that tight. That being said, lust and first familiarity made it possible for her to get him inside just a little deeper. The lustful swelling made her insides that little bit stretchier to take an extra centimetre or two.

"Ride me at your pace," Alex ordered her. She gave him a lip-biting nod. That she was the centre of attention only seemed to make the mousey woman more sensitive.

Because of his tone, Evelyn and Valeria retreated from the joined sexes and instead joined the circle of women around. There was a little bit of grouping going on. Alex's sex slaves sat notably closer to each other, Evelyn and Charlotte going as far as playing with the squishy bits of their fellow haremettes as they waited for Alex to address them. Yahui and Blair sat practically on their own, although they were still part of the same circle.

Alex put a hand on Ashley's mouth, to muffle her ever more shameless moans. Giving her a digit to suck on had her pacified.

"We found clay, about one to two hours from here," he lead with the news. "Easy to reach during low tide, just follow the beach. Carrying chunks by hand here should give us enough to work with."

"Don't we have to… store it some way?" Sofia asked.

"It's clay," Alex answered, purely amused by the question. "It has been sitting there for thousands of years at the very least. Think of it as a moldable rock. Until we burn it properly, its just that. After we do, it's ceramic."

Nods all around. "So you want us to get this earth for our hoard, Master?" Evelyn asked, stopped shortly, and raised an eyebrow. "That was a weird way to say that."

"At least you're self-aware," Tess drawled sarcastically.

"Sometimes she is," Valeria added.

"Mhmmashtaaaahhhrrrrr," Ashley gasped, her cunt clenching around his manhood.

Alex closed his eyes for a moment and let the spasmic massage of her insides get him over the edge. "That's a good cumdump," he whispered into the small woman's ear, while pressing her against his chest. Spurt for spurt, he filled her up. In the clarity afterwards, he made a decision.

"I'll accompany you," he told everyone. "We'll do this together. This is the most important thing we can get right now. Ashley, Sofia, Yahui, you'll remain at camp." The three were the physically weakest of the bunch, but they could still fend for themselves.

The rest of the group had a quick meal, then sat out. It was a remarkably smooth journey. They had low tide again. No starfish or other obstacles harassed them. Once they were there, the exploitation of the natural resource began.

It was a pretty simple process: find where the erosion from the differing levels of moisture in the river-adjacent clay had caused it to crack. Get fingers in between there, then pull until a chunk of it came loose. It was hard work, even if it wasn't too difficult. The true challenge was to create chunks this way that could be easily carried the distance. There were 6 able-bodied people there, so they could get a pretty sizable haul.

They were at it for the better part of an hour. Part of needing this long was because they were fooling around in the cool water of the river and, at one point, Alex had been too turned on by the sight of Evelyn bending over, which had spiraled into a small-scale orgy involving all of his present sex slaves.

By the end of all of that work, they had a personally sized chunk for each of them, except Alex. The sole man of the party, and by far the most physically powerful of them all, was still working on loosening himself an appropriately sized chunk.

"This should work," he mumbled, digging his fingers into a gap and pulled.

The piece came loose with such surprising ease that he fell backwards. He skidded a bit over the slippery surface of the wet clay. When he looked up, he found that the chunk he had pulled off the tiny cliffside to have a oddly perfect depression in it. Inspecting the wall, he found the reason for it.

A sphere of light blue crystal was embedded into the wall there. Layers of clay had formed on top of it over time. Its surface was utterly perfect, more polished even than any glass Alex had looked at in his life. None of the clay had stuck to it.

"All good?" Tess asked, from a bit of a distance. The tomboys hadn't spotted the sphere yet. It was no larger than a grapefruit and protruded from the wall just enough that Alex was sure he could retrieve it if he meant to. Something about the sphere enchanted him.

Without thinking, Alex reached out to the orb. His fingers dug into the wet clay like it was freshly tilled soil. The orb felt like it pulsed when his hands touched it. There was an intrusive thought, a sudden chain of words that was silenced before he could really grasp it. Alex tasted heavy iron for a moment, as if his own blood was rising in his mouth, then it was replaced by a sweetness akin to eating a fruit of a woman's lips.

He withdrew his hand, now holding the sphere. Its flawlessly smooth surface reflected the afternoon sun. Was there something swirling in the centre? He could not quite say. His thumb brushed over the surface. None of the dirt clung to it.

'A mongrel is here!'

Four words pounded into his head, poured like liquid fire through his veins. Something inside him stirred, something primal and unthinking, something that civilization had taught him to ignore. It was resentful for it. It raised its head in proud unity and benevolence, regardless.

Alex hissed, a surge of lust and headache causing him to drop the sphere. His eyes fluttered. Consciousness faded. For a split second, everything went black. The primal thing grabbed his mind and dragged a sliver of it to a layer below.

He sunk through a thicket of voices. A myriad of unspoken thoughts became spoken in the presence of his rational mind. Information too dense to be placed in words was placed in words regardless by the sliver of him that could not decipher the all as a whole.

'A mongrel is here!' 'We have been blessed by a mongrel.' 'Mixed blood wanders our shores.' 'Let the death willow wail!' 'Hope is here.' 'A mongrel is here…?' 'I want his blood to be mine!' 'A mongrel is here!' 'Stir the unchosen blood.' 'Let my blood be his!' 'A mongrel is here.'

Alex fell through the thicket into a sea of black and red veins. It was like his existence swam in liquid, black marble. Every vein connected to something else and each other. He was the heart. Between the veins, he saw the world that he had left. The women that had been with him, with the exception of Blair, were frozen in panicked sprint towards him.

The veins blocked his view a moment later. Veins of red, of black, of purple, white, green, blue, and all other colours.

Mongrel.

Choose.

The words smothered the sliver of his thinking mind. All around, the colours swirled. Great trees made of blood vessels loomed over him like disappointed ancestors. Only the primal, unthinking part of him kept him above the abyss below. What was down there? Drifting aberrations, mounds of flesh incapable of holding their power. Chaotic spawns of nothing and everything.

Alex reached up. He reached for anything. He reached for salvation. He chose salvation.

The lights parted and radiance flooded in. Bedruging trees made room for a figure wreathed in light, holding a shepherd's staff. "Be fruitful and multiply," HE spoke in a voice of certainty and authority.

Alex snapped up.

Almost, he rammed into Tess' forehead. "Alex!" she shouted in a relieved tone.

Breathing heavily, he looked around. He was right where he had passed out. The women were around him. "How long was I out?" he asked.

"Just a few seconds… what happened?"

"I found a sphere and then-" Alex cut himself off, staring at the spherical rock in his hand. It was oddly smooth and round for a rock, but not to a degree that couldn't be explained by the constant shaping of flowing water. His eyes drifted to the chunk of clay he had ripped off the wall. The depression there was quite round, but not perfectly circular.

Alex's mouth was dry. His head hurt. He felt like he had wandered through a basin of golden flames. All of him was lethargic.

"I think you may have been out in the sun for too long," Charlotte suggested, tugging at his shoulder to get him to shade.

Alex swallowed what little saliva he had and nodded. He stumbled to the shade of a nearby rock. The women brought him water by the handful. It was inefficient and tasted of the clay they had been working with, but the gesture was appreciated.

Life returned to him quickly. Life returned to his member first of all. Being surrounded by gorgeous woman worried for his well being ignited a lust that barely let him think. "I'm fine," he assured eventually, his voice back to even. He began to push himself up, but the combined strength of his harem pushed him back down.

"Even if you're fine, let us make sure of it, Master," Sofia requested. "Rest and let us serve." Her hand found his cock.

Never in his life had Alex used viagra, but he wondered if this was what it felt like. It was as if every drop of blood usually dedicated to his brain was currently making his cock into a rod of pure steel.

"Then serve," he groaned, to the delight and relief of the women around.

Alex was swiftly surrounded by the delectable interplay of female softness and athletic hardness that marked his personal harem. Evelyn and Charlotte pushed their breasts in his face. It had been less than half an hour since he had been sucking on those nipples, but he had every bit the sexual appetite to continue.

Valeria and Tess each straddled one of his extended legs. Their hands and feet were red with clay, some of it decorating their curves as well. It gave them a tribal aesthetic, despite the goth's paleness. Extended tongues glided over his cock. Dark-skinned and white females made out with his girthy shift trembling between their pillowy lips.

They made their way up to the tip. Together, they venerated every centimetre of the sensitive glans. Alex groaned, his senses heightened to a point where every slippery lick over the underside of his shaft made him teeter on the edge of orgasm.

An edge that he plunged down without a second thought when Tess' lips wrapped around the head of his cock. While his own tongue fenced with Charlotte's, while his fingers danced in and out of Evelyn's cunt, his balls tightened with intense fervour. Cum gushed from the tip of his cock and into his first slave's eagerly awaiting mouth.

Intense moans reverberated in Tess' lips, as her eyes went wide. A hand closed around his shaft, masturbating the whole length of him with greedy strokes. More and more of his cum was milked into the comfort hole of the woman, whose eyes nearly shone silver as they rolled up.

Once most of the load had been extracted, Tess suddenly turned to Valeria, mashing her lips on that of her fellow slave. Surprise made her struggle for a brief moment, then the climber tasted his seed and enthusiastically returned the kiss. The two pressed against each other, moaning in evident bliss.

"I know he's delicious, girls, but ya two are overplaying it," Charlotte joked, gliding down her Master to pick up their slack. She licked up the single drop that oozed from the tip of his cock. "Oh Jesus," she mumbled, then went down on him with more enthusiasm than he had ever observed.

Charlotte was a good cocksucker. If there was any advantage to her previous experiences, then it was that. She knew how to handle the sensation of a cock in her mouth, even if she couldn't quite overcome the resistance, physical and psychological, of getting it in her throat. At this moment, she was as close to getting there as she had ever been. Not just once or twice, but on every single bob of her head.

Then, she succeeded.

Mouth wide open, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, she pressed past the barrier. A single "glack!" sound and suddenly she slipped all the way to the base of his manhood. Her entire body trembled. Her eyelids fluttered. Her neck bulged from the girth of the manhood she had sheathed inside her.

It was a brief and wonderful moment. A suppressed cough forced her to glide back up. Breathing heavily through her nose, she kept her lips vacuum tight around the tip of his cock, her swirling tongue bringing him to a second, equally intense orgasm.

Bliss was written all over Charlotte's features, as a fresh load filled her mouth. Her fingers twitched atop his thighs, her spine curved as shoulders trembled. She was cumming. She was tasting his seed and cumming from it.

"Let me have my share," Evelyn demanded, pulling Alex's private slut into a kiss of her own. The reaction of the triathlete was near the same as Valeria. One moment, she was just curious, the next she was engaged in a heated swapping back and fourth of the giant load. Pussies dripped as they made out.

Alex's eyes were glued to the scene for a moment. Two nubile, tanned tomboys, pressing against each other, moaning and gasping, so focused on tasting his load that they nearly forgot to breathe. It only took Evelyn a few circles around her clit to set off her own orgasm.

"Master, let this cocksleeve fulfil her purpose and empty your venerated balls," Tess panted, her tone bordering on the religious.

"You have your orders: Serve," was all Alex had to say.

Tess climbed on top of him as swiftly as she could. Using his broad shoulders to stabilize herself, she impaled herself on his cock in one swift motion. He was harder than ever and she was wetter than ever. The moment she finished the plunge, she threw her head back and screamed as another orgasm ravished her.

"Oh, Master!" she shouted. "Your virility knows no bounds! Third round and still hard as a steel rod… oh fuck!"

Valeria had wrapped her arm around the goth. The dark skin of the half black, half latina woman contrasted harshly against the inexplicably sun-ignored skin of the goth. Rubbing the clit of her fellow sexual relief toy, she let out a heated hiss, "I'm going to lick that delicious cum out of your pussy, Tess."

"Good," Alex said, while the first of his slaves howled. "That's what I want to see. I want you to taste me in each other. Bring each other pleasure, be close and loving of one another, and while you lick each other to climax after climax, always have the reminder on who is fucking your brains out on your tongues!"

A twist of Tess' nipple had her scream on what may have been her third orgasm or the continuation of the second. Her tight folds were wrapped around him, only the strength of her meaty thighs overcoming the sheer grip of the spasming corridor.

That was all the moving Alex had to do. A moment later, it became the only moving Alex could do. Charlotte and Evelyn had swapped back and forth his cum to the point that there was nothing left and now cramped their heads between the parted legs of Tess and Valeria to weigh his sack on their tongues. Only now that he was receiving direct attention, did he notice how heavy and full they felt - even more than before. Was there even a limit to his virility now?

Tess was intent on finding out. Well, a part of Tess was intent on finding out. Whatever active mind she had, she was actively scrambling with every plunge. "OH! YEEEE-e-eessss!" she screamed, the combined efforts of her own bounced and Valeria's fingers adding yet another peak to her neverending chain of orgasms.

Alex marveled at her round tits. Enormous mounds of alabaster white, yet as soft as… nothing else. A heavenly cloud, perhaps? Nothing real could aptly compare, nothing but the tits of an equally endowed cumdump.

And a cumdump she was. Alex held on for as long as he could. It wasn't going to be the end for him, but she would not be able to move once she got what she craved, of that he was certain. He indulged in the drawn out ecstasy she brought him. He reveled in the sight of her toned midriff shifting with each spasm, of her thighs tensing into sculpted displays, then relaxing into jiggle and smooth skin. Her cunt was a swollen ring of flushed pink around his cock, the outer folds clinging so intensely to his manhood they lagged slightly behind her every ascend.

She plunged one more time.

She screamed.

Alex came.

Tess lost her voice, her mind, and any semblance of balance.

Alex caught only the first gush of love juices, breaking on his crotch, before massive tits spilled on his chest. O-mouthed, eyes rolled up, Tess was jittering head to toe. She was nearly silent. Bits of air managed to push past the block in her throat, creating short-lived sounds that made Alex realize why the French called this 'the little death'. A death of pure bliss, if anything, followed immediately by a rebirth.

Locked muscles relaxed for a breath moment. Tess howled, while more of his cum pumped into her depths. His climax was long. Three spurts, four spurts, five spurts, each of them just a little less intense than the last. He felt like he was cumming twice the amount that he ever had before.

By the time his orgasm was abating, Tess was still in the midst of hers. The service of the three other sex slaves had halted, all three of them instead following the sheer depth of Tess' bliss unfold. She truly was just a cocksleeve in that moment. Part of her instincts drove her to roll her hips, making him spill every last drop in her depths.

When she finally stopped moving, she was just pressed against him for a solid minute. "Oh fuck…" she whispered. "It feels like… you've poured pure bliss into me… fuck…"

"And you taste like orgasms," Charlotte added. "The fruit diet has its upsides…?" A little doubt snuck into her voice.

"You really just are a born sex slave if you like creampies that much," Valeria commented.

"We all are," Evelyn stated. "My turn to prove it."

The serving only ended once they each had a fresh load deep inside them.

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"Thank everything," Tess sighed when she got to sit down.

They had gotten moving shortly after the orgy had concluded, which came with a predictable set of drawbacks. Everyone was on wobbly legs, safe for Blair who had not partaken in the whole thing. Between that, carrying the chunks of clay, and environmental difficulties, it had taken them twice as long to get back as it had them to get there.

On weak legs or not, they were back at the camp. Everyone dropped their clay chunks in one corner of the camp and then sat down. "Anything interesting happen?" Yahui asked with an amused undertone. It was obvious by the state Alex's haremettes were in what had conspired.

Charlotte casually waved her hand. "Nothing too interesting, besides Alex having a heatstroke and us all realizing we're total cumsluts."

"Are we total cumsluts or is Master's seed just that perfect?" Evelyn asked.

"Has to be the former," Valeria stated.

Evelyn chuckled and rolled her neck. "I wouldn't be owned by a normal man with normal cum, just saying," she half-sang. The tone made it clear that she wasn't being serious.

Hot as the fantasy was, his cum triggering orgasms was biologically impossible. All of his nubile, highly sexual tomboys collectively amping each other up and reinforcing psychological enjoyment of tasting and otherwise receiving his cum? That was a lot more reasonable. Still about as ludicrous as the wonderful situation he found himself in at large, but at least possible within the confines of the material universe.

"The fruit diet definitely made him peak delicious," Charlotte threw in. "Seriously, it's better than chocolate."

"Try it," Alex urged the petite duo of sex slaves that had been following the conversation. Sofia and Ashley exchanged a quick glance, then nodded and crawled over.

Their Master, of course, was hard again. The moment he had stopped carrying the chunk of clay around, his blood had travelled from his muscles to a place where it could have more fun. Now his erect cock got a tongue bathing by the Asian reporter and Estonian fencer.

"I managed to deepthroat him earlier, just saying," Charlotte boasted in the background.

Shy as those two were, they understood a challenge when they heard one. Sofia, especially, reacted to the words by getting more aggressive. Her pale pink lips wrapped around the head of his cock. Trying hard only made things worse, however. She forced him too far down too fast and had to rapidly retreat.

Ashley took that as her opportunity. The small woman stared at his erection like it was a giant totem pole dedicated to her own gods for a moment. Then, she did as Sofia, taking him into her mouth and going down.

Surprising everyone, she made it seem almost easy. There was only a slight moment of hesitation, when the tip of his cock penetrated the back of her mouth, but otherwise he smoothly and completely was enveloped by her throat. Her nose pressed against his groin. Hazel eyes were half-hidden by fluttering eyelids.

Alex could not help himself. The quivering of her throat pushed him over the edge. A hand in her messy black hair, he kept her down as his heavy balls pumped a massive load down her gullet. She reminded him of a happy rodent, just with her throat stuffed instead of her cheeks. Her shapely little bottom rose and fell in accordance with the spasms that bounced around under her taut, pale skin.

Evelyn laughed. "Another cumslut for this hoard of haremettes!"

Alex let go of Ashley's head the moment he realized her was keeping her pinned. She quickly glided back up, swallowing one last time before dedicating herself to erratic breathing and the occasional cough. "Oh that was soooo hoooooooooot," the usually shy woman swooned, her erotic flip switched. "Master, Master you filled my stomach and it felt like you were feeding me ambrosia. Is that what being a cumslut is like?"

"Apparently?" Charlotte said.

"No," Blair weighed in. "As a cumslut, that's more than being a cumslut."

"My turn to serve," Sofia muttered and went back down on Alex's still hard cock. She knew better than to force herself down again. She tried extra hard still and was clearly annoyed with her current limits. Like any good athlete, she accepted those limits for the time being, so she could improve on them incrementally.

"Really surprising you got that down your throat," Tess said. "Charlotte managed earlier, yeah, but that was really short."

"Shhhh, she doesn't need to know that… but it is really impressive. Especially with, you know, you not getting the whole thing into your proper hole… did you train or something?"

"N-no!" Ashley was now back to her stammering self.

"Is that a 'actually no' or an 'I'm unnecessary embarrassed around my fellow sex slaves-no'?"

"It's an actual no! I may have done interviews with a butt plug in me and once spent a full day wrapped up in bed just masturbating, but I haven't throat trained myself with anything Alex's size! I- aaahhhhhhhhhhh!" Ashley collapsed into a screaming bundle in the fetal position once she realized what she had said.

Several minutes later, Alex gave Sofia her reward for the service. Fascinatingly, she did also react by climaxing while gulping down his seed. The collective cumslut awakening really was weird. Was it any weirder than them all waking up nude and unharmed? Alex wasn't sure.

'Is it really just coincidences… but what else could it be?' he shook his head and instead focused on what to do next. 'There's still about three hours in this day.'

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Alex got up and a moment later so did Tess and Charlotte. "What are we doing?" the goth woman asked.

"We?" the survivalist asked, a little surprised by the swiftness of their action.

"Hey, ya picked us to be your help for the day." The foxy French swimmer poked his chest with her index finger. The accusatory gesture was entirely playful. "It's getting late, but we're sticking around… or is the famed female intuition wrong on this?"

Alex shook his head, smiling from ear to ear. "Please, do tag along. I was just going to do some rounds around the camp.

The nearby jungle was still dense and could hide anything from useful resources to nasty surprises. It was best to patrol even known terrain frequently, unless that terrain was as flat as the Netherlands. Then a distance scan would probably do it.

In this case, the trio just maneuvered around paths that they were slowly getting to know. Knowing what openings between trees lead to a smooth 'road' was itself valuable knowledge. Often enough, they squeezed themself through a gap only to be face to face with a wall of wood, earth or stone. Jungles were awkward like that.

As they walked, a topic came to Alex's mind. He wasn't sure how to start it, so he decided to do as they liked him to do: take charge. "Charlotte, tell me about your life."

"Real romantic," the French woman laughed.

"It's an order," Alex stated with a barely audible, joking undertone. That made the tomboy laugh even louder. "Report on yourself, Charlotte!" he urged, now in the overplayed tone of a parodied drill sergeant.

"Yes, Sir Master, Sir, yes!" the vixen saluted where she stood. "Charlotte Valois, 20 years old. I have brown hair, green eyes, and keep my hair very short. I do not know my three sizes, but I do have shapely C-cups, a narrow waist, and wide hips I am quite proud of! Also, I have unnaturally pink lips, no idea why!"

"Alright, now I have heard what you look like," Alex tone softened up, "but I actually wanted to learn about you."

"Oh." Charlotte blushed a little bit, to Tess' amusement. "What're ya giggling at?"

"You get embarrassed about the weirdest things."

"I'm used to guys loving my body, I'm not that used to them asking about… you know, more than the ten questions they think they need to ask to get me to bed."

"Ignore all of them, forever," Alex told her. "You're mine now, top to bottom - and I want to care for you for the rest of my life. Tell me who the mother of my children will be."

"...Wow that's… okay." Charlotte bashfully tugged at her short brown hair for a moment. "I'm not that interesting, I have to tell you. My mom was the third wife of a successful French fashion mogul - they divorced over the issue of him turning to the company of other men more often than not."

"Huh… that's a bit stereotypical," Tess weighed in with her typical dry humour.

"I know right?" Charlotte waved off. "I was five at the time. Honestly, I don't know my dad. I didn't keep his name either. The divorce money made sure me and mom were cared for. She eventually re-marrried and that left me feeling kind of alone… I picked up swimming and got really good at it and now I'm here. That's it, kinda."

Alex felt like there was a little more between her five year old self and her now, but he knew that it was difficult to give a spontaneous recollection of one's own life. He had struggled to do the same earlier today.

"Full of stereotypes," Tess said while shaking her head. "French, slut, daddy issues, what a combo."

"I don't have daddy issues!" Charlotte complained. "And being French is not an insult."

"I beg to differ."

Alex chuckled at their exchange. There was no venom between them and that was all he cared about. They were bantering like dudes in a locker room. All of the sexiness of fit women with none of the confusion he was used to from so many of them. 'Tomboys are the best,' he thought.

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After that, it was right back to patrol. Alex did not want to stray far away from the camp this late in the day. What was the use in his harem if he did not lay with them during the night (in every meaning of that word)?

"Your turn, Tess," he announced during a quiet moment.

"Tess Grey, 29-"

"Old!" Charlotte interrupted her. "And your last name is Grey, really? You're black and white, nothing about you is grey."

"My eyes?"

"...Damnit, I hate it when you make sense."

"181 centimetres tall, F-cups, toned, wide hips, stoic cunt," Tess finished summarizing herself. "I grew up surrounded by horny idiots. At first it was just idiots, all the kids that knock books out of your hands when you are the nerdy kid in kindergarten. Horny came into the mix when I became that chubby goth girl with the giant tits. Couldn't even escape to the library, the other quiet girls didn't like me."

"Because you were a 'stoic cunt'?" Alex suggested.

"Exactly," Tess answered drily. "The guys gave me more attention than I wanted and the girls didn't like the way I talked. All I wanted to do was to be left alone."

"And you got what you wanted at the gym?" he asked next. He could follow this along from what he had heard earlier.

"Exactly again." Tess showed a little smirk. "Good that you can listen, Master."

"I'm more than the man that saves your life and fucks you senseless," he promised her. In a dark, flirtingly threatening tone he added. "I am definitely more - and I am definitely those two things."

"Want me to serve you right now?"

Tess squished her tits together. The gesture tested Alex's resolve, but he shook his head. "We'll be back at the camp soon enough. I want to hear more about you."

"To parrot Charlotte: I was really happy at the gym so I kept going there and now I am here, kinda." Tess scratched her chin. "One thing just lead to the next. I kept going to the gym, then I worked at the gym, then I worked at a better gym. One day I woke up and was one year away from thirty…" She turned her eyes to Charlotte. "You're right, I am old compared to you."

The vixen looked a bit guilty. "Sorry if that-"

"Don't apologize, I'm not made out of sugar," Tess cut her off. "I'm just being introspective. Did I throw myself at you because I was getting desperate in general or is this what I always wanted and now I got it?" She sighed and shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, does it? I'm pretty happy with the last two days and you're succeeding at keeping it that way even when I am being difficult."

"You're not difficult at all," Alex assured her.

Tess just stared at him "...How do you do what no one else did?" she mumbled. "You're not annoying me. You push me in a way I like."

"It probably is that I saved your life twice," Alex said analytically. "That does things to your brain."

"No… no, I think you give yourself too little credit. That definitely helped get me to where I am now, Master, but I feel like this was always going to end up this way." She shrugged. "Ah well, who knows? Enough of the sentimentality, should we turn back? It's getting darker."

That was a good point. Alex was getting ready to get on the path back to the beach when he saw motion in the distance. He whirled around and fixated at the back of someone. He knew that back. "Selana!"

His shout came a moment too late. The tall woman stepped through a curtain of foliage. Then, there was a surprised shout back, followed by a loud curse.

Alex went into motion by pure instinct. His musclebound form moved with sheer unstoppable force. He leapt over plants too large to tear through and trampled down the rest, then ripped open that plant curtain with enough might to permanently open a gash in that bit of foliage.

The reason for Selana's shout became immediately apparent. The ground right past that bit of foliage was slippery with either water or that natural oil, Alex did not know. Fact was that she was gliding down a slope.

It was unlikely to end anywhere dangerous, but he wasn't taking any chances. The moment he had taken stock of the situation, he was back in motion. Leaping left to right and back again, he travelled down the slope without ever touching the slippery mud. Outpacing the pull of gravity on his friend, he caught Selana by the arm. She shouted in surprise, when he effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder and climbed back the way they came.

Thoughts only returned to Alex when he put her down back in the safe part of the forest. His lungs were expanding and contracting in repeated bursts, moving enough air to power a furnace. Rapid heartbeats slowed to a sustainable pace. "You never look around, do you?" he joked when he found his voice again.

"I sort of have something in my face right now." Selana answered, causing Alex to realize that he had dropped her in front of him and practically had his cock shoved in her face. A cock that was, as per usual in the aftermath of these saving exercises, rapidly growing erect. "Fuck, were you always this huge?"

"Were you always this naked?" Alex returned and offered his hand, dragging Selana to her feet.

Selana and Alex had been friends for over two years at this point. Seeing each other naked was not actually a first. One couldn't be friends with Selana and not get dragged along on one of her mountain tours, which typically ended up with drenched clothes that needed to hung from a tree for a few hours.

Just because he had seen it before did not mean he wasn't marvelling at her though.

Selana was a tall and toned woman. Matter of fact, at 1,88 metres, she stood as tall as Valeria and, as was a topic of endless teasing, technically 1 centimetre taller than him. She had the figure of a supermodel, the tanned, taut skin of a fit Ecuadorian woman stretching over large breasts, notably wide hips and meaty thighs. She wore her messy brown hair at chin length. The strands naturally covered one of her brown eyes.

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"Washed ashore like this, funny story - One that all of you can repeat I guess?" Selana looked at him, then Tess and Charlotte. "Waddup?"

"The unusual," Tess answered sarcastically. "Did you seriously not see us?"

"Scratch us, did you seriously not see Tess? She glows like a candle."

Alex found himself agreeing with that statement. The slowly setting sun weaved through the trees and that light reflected on Tess' pale skin like an orange blaze. It looked almost holy.

"I was focused on other stuff." Selana looked the way she had fallen. "I keep seeing this strange light between the ferns but I never find it and it's pissing me off."

Alex also looked that way. He did not see that light himself, but he heard it mentioned before. Really, this island was all kinds of odd. "We don't have the time to keep chasing lights. It's getting dark."

"What, do you have some kind of camp?"

"Yes," Charlotte said and grinned widely. "Master build it for us."

"Oh… neat, lead the way the- Hol' up - Master?"

Charlotte's smirk widened, that vixen always knew what she did when she got him in trouble.

"Yes, see, we found the owner of this island," Alex said and turned to Selana, his face the very embodiment of serious. "He's an old man. He's really wise. Typically carries a stick with him. He provides for us, so we call him Master."

"Really?" Selana raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, we can walk and talk, I'll tell you all about him." Alex lead the way, deliberately facing forward so Selana wouldn't see it if he lost control over his facial features at any point. "He lives on a much smaller island a little bit off the coast. His house barely fits on it."

"I did a round on day 1, I didn't see any small island."

"Maybe you weren't worthy then. Have you asked the turtle if it will give you a ride."

"...That Master isn't called Roshi, is he?" Selana asked drily.

Alex did not respond.

"You absolute fucker!" That was all he heard before a laughing tomboy assaulted him with a surprised chokehold. Alex did not find it in him to be that mad about having his hair ruffled aggressively be a woman, not when he got half his face rubbed against the ample mass of her side boob in the process.

Selana kept on laughing, then released him with a scandalized cry when he smacked her on her fat ass. She looked at her toned derriere, then smirked at him. She tilted her head, her smile staying, but the curiosity unsatisfied.

"I'm the Master," he confessed plainly and gestured for Charlotte and Tess to come up to him. The two did, practically displaying themselves as his arm candy. He even groped their tits to remove any doubt that this was a bit. Tess took a step further by stroking his cock affectionately.

Selana seemed neither disapproving nor moved in any other way. Sometimes, Alex theorized that the thrill seeker had fried all nerves capable of surprise ten years ago and now she just went with the flow. He sort of loved that about her. "Right, so now I am back to square one of confused."

"Yeah, we're still working out how exactly that happened too," Alex continued, "but it absolutely did."

He gave her the basic rundown of everything that had lead up to Tess 'enslaving' herself and how that ball had kept on rolling. He also told her everything else that was important, of course. The entire time, they walked. All Selana did in response to the tale was laugh and ask questions. At the end she added, "Congratulations, dude."

"Thanks." Alex hesitated for one moment, then he came straight out with it. "Want to join?" That she did not say no immediately told him he had a definitive in. Selana never hesitated on something she was sure about. "I always found you hot as hell."

"Yes, you have eyes, I am aware," Selana joked.

"My point is that I always wanted a harem and I always wanted you - I would love to combine the two." He scanned her with open lust. She reacted with a little shiver. "As I told you, I'm not forcing anyone. Just putting it on the table: I do want you. I always wanted you. We are friends first though."

"It's not like I never thought about you that way," she told him freely. "I'm a virgin though, not sure if I want to give that up so easily."

Alex felt the proverbial record scratch in his head. "Really, you're a virgin?" Of all the thinks he knew about her, that wasn't one of them. It also wasn't something he had expected. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense though. Selana had always been too intense for a relationship.

"Yeah, just didn't bother. I was busy and I don't want to half-ass it by giving it to the first guy who compliments me the right way… which you definitely aren't." She scratched the back of her head. "I'll decide it spontaneously, that work for you?"

"Did not expect anything else," Alex stated, just as the camp appeared ahead of them.

They stepped out into the camp. "Welcome back, Master," Evelyn was first to greet him, hoping onto her feet to plant a quick kiss on his lips. Spurred on by the example of the haughty woman, the others quickly did the same. Valeria, Sofia, Ashley, and then Tess and Charlotte, as if they hadn't been with him the past two hours.

"You really weren't kidding," Selana noted.

Alex turned to her and just smiled. "You should know better than to doubt me."

"Hey, can't blame a girl for being a little skeptical."

"No, but I can blame you for staring at me since I picked you up earlier."

Selana stopped, as if she herself hadn't noticed. She tilted her head, but even then her eyes remained on him. A sudden step up to her had her back up against a tree. Suddenly, she was smaller than him. Her buckling knees left her in the shadow he cast with the low sun behind him. "Yo, w-what's this about suddenly?"

"I have to apologize." Alex brushed the hair covering her right eye back. "I didn't realize how much I wanted you until I realized what else I wanted in life. Had I know, I would have acted on it way earlier."

"You don't need to invite me twi-"

"Yes, I do," he interrupted her. "Because I need you to understand that this is more than me finding you hot. I'm not in it for attractive trophies.I want you. Nothing less."

His tone made Selana shiver and he left her like that. He wanted to leave her like that, but when he sat down among his haremettes by the water, she was right by his side. She stared at him with a blank expression, as if he was an enigma wrapped in seven seals.

There was a bristle in the air. Alex stared back for a moment, then one of the haremettes stepped up to him.

The sun drifted over the horizon, gradually making the campfire the only source of light. For some reason, none of them were tired. They sat, huddled up in a tight package. Even Blair and Yahui kept close, seeking the warmth of the other haremettes. Laughter was heard in the dead of night, as the naked group exchanged stories of what they had done today.

Time ticked by and the stars shone brighter. Silver they hung above, surrounding a brilliant moon. Alex stared up at them, together with all those around him. "I'm not sure if I should be," he said, "but I am glad this happened. Even if I forgot everything besides this moment, I would never call my time on this island a waste."

"Alex," he heard the voice of Selana in his ear. She sounded soft and feminine. He had never heard her like that. He turned back to face her, finding her still with that blank stare. She hugged his arm, guided his hand between her legs. He found her dripping wet. She stretched up to his lips. "Yes."

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The storm of motion afterwards was difficult to follow even as the one that was enacting it.

He tasted her. One hand was at the back of her head, parting her messy and yet smooth, brown hair. Her lips were mashed on his and she could go nowhere. She was writhing under his pinning grasp, testing his brawn, and surrendering her tongue to his advances when she found she could go nowhere. She tasted sweet, of the fruits of the island and of womanhood willingly given to him.

She was on her back. No longer did she hug his arm. She was underneath him, legs parted, drawing her swollen mons apart with trembling fingers. He hung above her, ready to penetrate her. His cock was hard and made to sink into her. Her brown eyes were filled not with the aggression of a thrillseeker out to find her next challenge or the jest of a tomboy but the complete and utter surrender of a submissive.

Alex rubbed the tip of his cock against the displayed pink of her virgin labia. All it would take was one thrust, one moment and another olympic athlete as hot as the sun was his. Not just any athlete, Selana, a woman he had known for years, that he had thought of as a friend, that he had desired, that he now realized he had not just lusted after.

There was utter surrender in her eyes. She was weak - no, she was making herself weak. She put herself in this position, offered herself up for him to play with, for him to exploit.

After all this time desiring her, did he want to take what she had given no one else this fast?

Alex pulled back. The withdrawal made Selana gasp with blissful disappointment. "Fuck, what are you doing to me?" she swooned, her dreamy voice between the thrill seeking tomboy he knew and a woman possessed by desire.

Alex pinched her nipple and twisted.

Selana's reaction was violent in the best possible way. Her large chest curved into his grasp, urging him to keep doing what he was doing. He did more, sinking his other hand into her left tit and squeezing the abundant flesh until it spilled between his fingers.

It was a rough way to treat anyone, especially a virgin. Selana's cries turned nearly silent in response. Alex released her tits to give the twin, caramel mounds a passionate smack instead. They jiggled, as tits of that size ought to and Selana shouted in delight.

Alex grabbed her by the throat next, kept her pinned down, and felt her body writhe in ecstasy under his while he bowed down to whisper in her ear. "Why did we wait this long when you're such an obvious masochistic submissive and I adore those?" he asked, an honest sign of regret in his voice. "I adore you. Fuck, I just got another reason why I should have flirted with you earlier… better late than never… now you'll be mine."

He released her throat and she inhaled. There was a hint of disappointment in the sound. She stared up at the stars, then up at his cock. He stood over her now. "What are you doing to me?" she asked again and this time it was only a question of his intentions.

"Whatever I want," he answered.

"Per…mission to join?"

Alex half-turned his head, looking at the crowd of women that were watching the scene. At the first night, those with him had been dripping wet because of an aphrodisiac mist. The second night, those with him had been dripping wet because he had been pounding someone afflicted with the same mist back into sanity. The third night, those with him had been dripping wet because he had proven himself confident and capable. He had thought that one would go uncontested. The start of his harem would not easily be surpassed.

Now he realized he was wrong. It was not starting a harem that was worth the exercise, it was having it that was the true glory. Those behind him were dripping wet not because they were afflicted with anything or because they hoped he could help them scratch an itch. They were dripping wet for him. They stood at attention, pussy juices running down their thighs, waiting for his word. They were his harem, his sex slaves, his submissives and they all stared at him with, at least, adoration and, most of them, love.

"Permission to join, Master?" Tess repeated her question, his brooding silence leaving them all shuddering. The tropical night was far from cold.

"Permission to join?" Alex let every ounce of dramatic disapproval he had in him flow into these words. "I don't remember telling you to stop servicing me, cocksleeve."

"Oh fuck," the curse felt out of place in the torrent of submissive flesh that followed. Prideful Evelyn to bashful Ashley all fell to their knees and crawled up to his cock. All of them were utterly reduced to a state of mindless subservience. It was as if they were hypnotized - but they were not.

Alex knew each of them. Briefer than he would have preferred, but he knew them. Each of them was a submissive for their own reasons. They each had their own borders, their own preferences, their own wants and desires and none of them were so weak willed that they could be controlled into doing this. They were exactly where they wanted to be.

That fact made all of this perfect.

Alex stood above Selana. The masochistic thrillseeker panted heavily, as if she was riding on a high frequency vibrator. Instead, all she was doing was watching the scene of his cock getting served by a constantly changing set of tongues. There just wasn't enough space for Tess, Charlotte, Evelyn, Valeria, Ashley and Sofia to all worship his manhood at the same time. They were competing, yet they also knew to give each other space. They knew they were not individual women vying for his love and attention. They were all his. He was all of theirs.

"Fuck," he heard behind him again. The word was pushed out in a moment of heat.

Only two women at the camp were not in his harem at the moment. Yahui stood there, her thick thighs parted just enough that the dripping of her cunt sparkled in the starlight as the clear liquid fell. The lady was the image of a high class courtesan. Elegant, yes, and yet also an entity of lust. There was no mask to her face, just naked desire formed by graceful features.

Blair was different. The slut was masturbating, rubbing her cunt as she watched the scene as if her fingers could achieve even a fraction of the delight that his slaves were. She nearly collapsed, knees quivering with each repeated wave of bliss that ran through her. Incomplete bliss, devoid of what she truly needed.

Alex left them to stir in their indecision for now.

He focused on the scene before him. He stared at Selana, who writhed at the edge of orgasm just because of what was happening. She did not dare touch herself. "Good girls," he spoke two simple words and all seven of them cried in unison, a mini-orgasm hitting all of them.

Unable to hold on any longer, Alex came. Cum surged up his shaft and rained down on Selana. Drops of white ordained her face, her tits, and her midriff, as each consecutive spurt lost intensity. Moaning blissfully, apparently orgasming from the taste, Selana spasmed on the floor as she licked up what had landed in reach of her tongue. "Oh, thank youuuuuu!"

"Thank you…?" Alex waited for that one word.

"Thank you, Master!" Selana delivered.

That was what he wanted to hear. He allowed himself a pleased smile to break his dominant persona for a moment, before returning straight to it. The other girls were all trying to catch a taste of the remaining drops of cum that they milked from his cock. Lewd moans and words of delight fueled another thought.

"You said you were a cumslut, right?" he asked and looked over his shoulder.

Blair snapped out of her self-pleasuring stupor the moment she realized she was the focus of his attention. "Y-yeah?" she stammered only because of the spasms that made her lungs quiver. There was not an ounce of shame on the redhead slut's face.

"I'm offering you a treat on a nubile platter." Alex gestured at the sex slave on the floor, marked by the heavy spurts of his orgasm. "You'll only have to pay me with a kiss."

Blair contemplated for only a moment. The warning that he had given her when they had met on the shore earlier that day must have still been fresh on her mind. Casual sex he was up for, but not being used as a meat dildo. What he truly wanted was more than casual sex as well. He had been very upfront about all of that.