Island 7

Alex woke up in heaven.

The attributes of the tree prevented the air from becoming too humid or smell unpleasant, despite the sixteen very post-coital people lying in it. They were still sticky, but the air was nice, fresh, and not too hot either. The light that fell in through the canopy was minimal at this early hour. That the glassy crystal dome above sat in the crown of the tree meant that there was always a decent amount of shade.

Much as Alex spiritually wanted for the morning orgy, there was a collective thirst of the regular kind. The previous night had been intense, to put it mildly.

The issues with their current, if improved, environment became apparently swiftly. The bath was not big enough, the corridor not wide enough, and there was only a single restroom. They managed to solve this via shuffles and delays, but it still was far from optimal for a household that size.

After more than 45 minutes, they were all gathered in the living room. Sitting on grown stools, the tomboys chatted away at each other. Many comments were made to the effect of 'I still can't believe this is real' and 'me neither'. Alex let all of that happen while breakfast commenced. It was only after that he cleared his throat and grabbed everyone's attention.

"So, this went under in the heat yesterday, but I should ask how your days on the island have been so far," he asked, looking first at Kiara and her group, then Astrid.

The shortstack answered first. "I washed ashore with Niara. We went along the coast for a bit, then decided to check the jungle. A stupid mist enveloped us and then we got lost. After a day, we stumbled into Jane and then we just, sort off, survived. Day 3 I started shrinking, so that was… worrisome."

"I just wandered about for a bit. Honestly had a good time," Astrid reported.

Simple stories, but Alex had not expected much more. Asking them about strange lights or the kind felt redundant. They all knew the island was supernatural at this point. There was another matter he wanted to start talking about.

Now that he had gathered his wanted harem in its entirety, it was time to have a talk. A talk about what they wanted to do on this island and, if given the opportunity, if they wanted to return to civilization. They still knew very little about their circumstances and yet priorities were best set early.

Ales just wasn't quite sure how to break the news.

'The simple way is best,' he decided and stood up, so everyone knew he was talking about something serious. "I want to ask what our priority should be: do we want to get off this island and return to civilization or… lean fully into the supernatural?"

"Uhm, isn't it a bit early to decide that?" Ashley asked.

"The worst policy to have is no policy," Kiara immediately shot back. "We can change our outlook later if we get more intel. Alex is being not stupid in saying we should have an operating principle."

Evelyn inspected her sharpened fingernails. "You don't win the triathlon by starting to train when you qualify for it. You win by training as if you were already certain to participate years prior." She lowered her hand. "Our Master is right - we need to decide this early."

There was not much convincing needed to be done. In fact, it looked as if Ashley had only asked that in order to present the opinion. From the trained tomboys to the PR manager, everyone understood the value of aiming at something from the start. Drifting from place to place was not going to serve them - especially since there were other entities on the island they would have to negotiate with.

"How do you want to go about this?" Tess asked him.

"Simple: we vote." Alex told them. "We do a show of hands. Those who are in favour of leaning into the magic raise their hands first, those who want to prioritize a return to civilization do it second."

"No middle option?" Astrid asked. "Like: try to balance magic and return to civilization?"

"We'll try to balance our options either way," Alex explained his logic. "If we can hide our changes and take trips back to civilization or if we can keep a ship route to this island open after we return to civilization, then we will obviously do that. No need to limit ourselves. However, I don't see any logical long-term way where we balance the two sides of the coin. We have to live on one side of the divide and there doubtlessly is a divide. Otherwise, the modern world wouldn't look what it looks like."

The logic found agreement around the table. There was a short moment of murmured exchanges, as the various women wondered what their fellow haremettes thought about all of this. Alex cleared his throat to grab their attention again before opinions could get tainted by the exchange.

"I know this is all very fast and I mean… everything. I went with the flow and that has become a mighty river, to put it in flowery language. We all got swept up in it. I'll do everything I should do to protect what we got so far and to make what we have work. I love this, whatever exactly this is. I'll give my opinion last."

Jane raised one of her finely swung eyebrows. "You do not have a lesser voice in this harem, you should vote with everyone else."

"It's not that I have a lesser voice, it's the opposite that I don't want to happen. I am the man of this harem. No one should feel like they need to vote to impress me." Alex showed a relaxed smile. "I get that a lovely crowd of tomboys like you gets that, but just in case. Plus, as the man it is my obligation to work so you are happy."

"Drama is for cunts," Janette put it bluntly. "You got so far, though, so no need to question your ideas."

Nods around the table. Selana shrugged, causing a very amusing phenomenon where most people in the room glanced in her direction because of the jiggle in their periphery. "Hey, if Alex wants to do it like this, I'm not complaining either," the cow girl stated. Her transformation had finished overnight, leaving her with a pair of white, curved horns.

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She was far from the only one that had changed. On the major side of things, Blair had turned quite red. The unnatural pigmentation had caused some alarm at first, but it was too uniform to be a sunburn. Plus, she would have been in immense pain if it had been.

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On the much lesser side of things, Evelyn and Janette had their hair grow overnight, turning their buzzcuts into still short but very present hair. It was interesting because it made clear that changes did not end at these initial points. It also proved that their bodies could still change in some of the ways they had previously thought blocked by the island.

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Personally, Alex enjoyed the changes. It covered up the bases of their horns, which just was more pleasing aesthetically.

Removing his eyes from all of the beauties around him, Alex made the declaration: "Show of hands, who is for indulging fully in the supernatural?"

All hands immediately went up. There was no hesitation by anyone, not even the shy members of the harem. For a baffled second, the harem scanned its members. Then, laughter broke out.

Alex wasn't sure who laughed first, he just knew he joined it. It was the kind of laughter that could only be created by such an organic moment of unison. The emotion that filled him was deeper than relief, for relief would have meant he had been under pressure. This was a wholesome, shared belief. A bedrock to this relationship that proved one thing.

"We really were all made for each other, weren't we?" Alex asked out loud and raised his hand as a show of what his opinion had been. Just to get to know all of his girls better, he asked. "I would like each of you to tell me why you want to do this." He looked to Astrid to start.

The blonde Swedish woman scratched the back of her head. "Honestly, I don't have a grandiose answer. Just feels like the right thing to do, you know? I've got family back in Sweden and they'll worry about me but… this feels more important. Plus, I'm sure I'll be able to visit them at some point. Don't ask me how, I just think it'll work out."

Alex wasn't about to chastise her for her opinion, he genuinely just wanted to know. After nodding, his eyes wandered to Jane.

"My family can learn to get along without me for a change," she spoke harshly, then softened up a bit. "Otherwise, I'm in agreement with Astrid. I could be an archer or I could be with you in a magical jungle. The choice is obvious. Doubly so because I do not feel like getting judged for what we have now."

"Man, I really wanted that gold medal," Charlotte whined with a cheerful smile. "Buuuut, I guess I want to stay because it's just nicer here. I would miss the club, but I'm a private slut now. I'll miss the music and other comforts. I'd miss skipping this call to adventure more!"

Janette hesitated for a moment. "There is nothing that I would go back to," she stated, a hint of sadness shining through her tone. "This is better." She demonstrably looked to the next woman to pick things up.

Niara had not said anything all morning and she kept things short and precise. "I don't like home. I like this. I want more of it."

Inspecting the back of her red hand, Blair was similarly short-spoken. "I have four brothers. My family will do fine. There's a lot of riders the world over, but I can bask in magic. Why take the lesser challenge?"

"U-uhm… I just think… the regular world won't understand what we have, Master?" Sofia presented. "I do like the options of magic, but it's more the freedom of it all that I want. I do agree with sending my family a letter if we ever could though."

"If I ever go back, I'd probably kill myself," Yahui spoke and the lack of irony raised a bunch of eyebrows. "The CCP will either put me under intense house arrest, or my father will, or I will 'disappear' if it ever comes to light what we did on this island," she clarified. "I do not want to go back to that land of rules. I want this. I want to be the ruler over my fate, bound only by that which I agree to be bound by."

Evelyn pat her fellow haremette on the shoulder. "The mindset of a victor," she told the Chinese acrobat. "I simply have no reason to go home. My family does not deserve me. I have already reached the peak of modelling and athletic careers. If I return to civilization, I got a stable life to look forwards to. I'll raise a bunch of perfect children, studded by my Master, and be content as I age. Here, I get to be a dragon." The haughty woman grinned. "The choice is obvious."

"This is just exciting!" Sara burst out. "My life has been on a straight road so far! I… yeah, I got swept up by that river, but I am swimming along now and I have never felt this alive. I want to see where this goes and I don't want to find out before I get there."

"This island has shown me that I'm your submissive sex slave, Alex," Selana stated with a grin and cupped her tits. "Much as these things are going to get in the way, I don't want to get rid of them either. Whatever is going on right now, I want more of it! This shit is exhilarating!"

Valeria nodded robotically. "It just feels correct. I don't have a strong reason. I agree with what was said before. I don't have anyone back home either."

"This beats running a gym by miles," Tess gave her opinion. "I've never felt this relaxed before either. The only noise around me right now is noise I like. No one is getting on my nerves. I don't have to get annoyed by the next seminar about renewing my equipment licenses or plan anything, I just have time to be. Not just that, I have time to be with all of you and that's, plainly put, hot." She stopped for a moment. "I have concerns about the future. If we have children, will it be safe to have them here? What will we do after? Are there other people our children could marry down the line? I don't have answers to that but… I'd rather jump into the unknown."

"Being a shortstack is way less annoying now that I know there's magical powers involved," Kiara chatted. "I don't have to deal with annoying camera crews staring at my tits anymore, it's just you hot lot. Yeah, I'd definitely rather have this. I have the kind of stud that will smack my ass if I tease him enough and I get to cuddle with 14 other hot women. Modernity got nothing like that to offer. It can screw off, I say!"

"I, uhm, think it'll be a bit of a shame to never write a book on this…" Ashley muttered. "But… yeah… all of the above? I went into the press to experience unique things and… what's more unique than this?" She paused for a moment. "Mighty Master, why do you want to stay?"

Alex, somehow, had not been prepared for that question. He fell silent, feeling the expectant gazes of his harem on him. An answer rose to the surface and he spoke it.

"It just… feels correct."

The answer was entirely devoid of substance and yet everyone understood. There was something about this island that fascinated him and the women like their individual disciplines did. There was a calling here, a fundamental desire to explore.

With that part of the morning gathering wrapped up, it was time for the next question: would they stay on this island or move on now? By intuition, Alex knew roughly how fast the tree would travel.

Unlike them, the wandering tree house would not be greatly inhibited by the jungle. As the greatest of the trees around, room would be made for it and so it was the speed of its 'steps' that hindered it more than anything else. By Alex's estimation, it would take the tree the full day until it reached the point where he had seen the other island and then two days to swim across the distance.

Question was if they wanted to move to the next island now or if the wanted to stay to try and find something more here.

Alex decided to put off the definitive answer to the question until tomorrow. What he could do right then and there was to have the tree engage in a move to the closest point between their current island and the one he had spotted days ago. Since they were no longer reliant on the river for fresh water, there was no real downside to the move.

The moment Alex had resolved this, the walls of the tree trembled. "It's uprooting," Janette explained to the otherwise confused group of tomboys.

"I want to see that from the outside!" Ashley babbled and jumped up. Her reporting spirit was coming through.

To deny her this when he himself was curious felt out of place. Rather, he and everyone else followed after her. They reached the door just as it was getting raised from the ground and jumped off one after the other. To behold the entirety of the spectacle from a safe distance, they moved down to the beach.

The red-leafed maple was gently swaying. It tried its best, successfully, to pull its roots from the ground while keeping its trunk mostly steady. Only the outer branches of the canopy notably shook from the gentle vibrations.

It appeared more that the roots were reverting back into the tree than getting pulled out from the dirt. The spread plant fibres consolidated into eight equally spaced out legs. Earth, pebbles, and rock fell from the these limbs, each thicker than an old tree, as the harem's mobile home pushed itself further upwards. A dangling network of thick roots hung beneath the entrance door, now a solid three metres off the ground.

The tree moved four of its feet, placed them in a new spot, then moved the next four. It was a lumbering process, slow and careful. The weight in motion was beyond what Alex could properly imagine and yet the tree walked with as little as a tremor. For a moving plant, it was rapid, but compared even to the walking speed of the humans, it was quite slow.

"So cool," Ashley muttered.

Tess clapped her hands, to get everyone's attention. "This would be a good time to announce your picks for the day, Master," she addressed Alex. "And… if I may be so lazy, I encourage you do not pick me."

It was understandable. Alex had been taking Tess along every single day so far. Now that their group had expanded to its full size, he could offer his haremettes rest days. It was equal parts nice on their feet and served as a good limitation on himself so he wouldn't accidentally appear like he had favourites.

'Two days in a row maximum before they get at least one day off,' he gave himself a mental limitation.

As for himself, he could take a rest day whenever he wanted, He was unlikely too, however. Not only had exploration of unknown terrain been his hobby, he was also a man. Venturing out into danger and bring back new things for the tribe was his place in the state of nature. Tomboys that they were, they were still women and not quite as well built for constant marches.

It was just how things were.

'Now, who do I take along?' Alex asked himself.

His mind turned to all of his potential candidates. First, he limited himself to the usual number – three – and then picked a few out, mostly on a whim. He announced his choices after just a few seconds.

"Astrid, Evelyn, and Yahui will be with me today."

Astrid had been alone on the island for the longest, if only by a few hours, so he wanted to spend some quality time with her. Evelyn he had tag along because he felt like testing what her being a dragon meant in practice. Yahui he had no reason for, not even a post-hoc one. He just wanted the Chinese acrobat around.

"Good choices, Master," Evelyn complimented. "Then again, when do you make bad choices?"

"You might get to see some today. Although I'll do my best not to disappoint," Alex joked, then stretched. There was a vague sense that he still had time before the day really began. It was that same sensation he had the prior two days. Three was a pattern, so he trusted in whatever supernatural event was going on. "We won't set out immediately though. Take some time to warm up and socialize."

""Alright,"" the gathered harem said. The second instance of accidental synchronicity caused another wave of laughter from the gathered girls, who then slowly broke up into a number of groups. Some stuck to pre-established relationships, but most made the effort to talk to someone they barely knew. Alex was far from the only member of the harem making an effort to turn it from an absurd happenstance to a permanent fixture.

'Now, what do I do with my time?' Alex wondered. Drifting eyes inevitably got caught on a posterior. Kiara and Sofia had laid down in the nearby grass to catch some of the morning rays. Even if they did not tan, it did feel nice, so he understood the sentiment. 'That seems like a good spot to spend my morning.'

The two were chatting casually until Sofia noticed Alex approaching. "H-hey, Master," she greeted him. The little stammer hardly distracted from the open greed with which she beheld his cock. After five days, the willing sex slave had fully slipped into her desired role. "Can I help you? In any way you want?" the Estonian spoke in a husky tone.

"I'll use you if I feel like it," Alex answered in an equally suggestive voice. He sat down between them and put one hand on the fat ass of the dwarf. "Please, don't let me interrupt you. Keep talking."

"We were going to do that anyway," Kiara said dismissively but wiggled upwards so her plump bottom was in even easier reach. Alex studied the way her tits spilled out from under her chest. Shortstacks were something special. "Where were we?" the redhead asked, sounding just a bit excited from having her ass squeezed.

"My, uhm, swordsmanship?" Sofia asked, temporarily distracted by the arm wrapping around her. Alex gently played with the hardening nubs atop her little breasts. She gasped at even that little touch.

"Right. Really fortunate for you that magic decided to give you a new sword, huh?" Kiara asked. "You could've turned into a -mhm-" the redhead bit her lower lip, just as Alex's fingers traced over her wettening labia. …-into a mouse girl or something."

"I think there's something about the way we change that's… deliberate," Sofia pushed back. "Like it is manifesting something we should be or that we want to be for someone else?" She stared at Alex.

The Master of the harem was resolved not to weigh much into this conversation, but he could sneak in a quick kiss while Kiara was answering. At the merest hint of him bowing down, Sofia eagerly parted her lips and leaned up, meeting him three-fifths of the distance between them. Sweet as always, she nuzzled up against him.

"Are you saying I wanted to be even smaller?!" Kiara squeaked, then gasped when her tone got her a reprimanding smack to the butt.

"I, uhm… guess I am? Do you dislike it?"

"I believe that it is too early to make a definitive statement on this matter, so let's move on to another question," the PR manager dodged and immediately moved onto another talking point. "Any of the other girls you find hottest?"

"Oh, uhm, hm," Sofia pondered the question.

That she had always wanted to be specifically 'one' of his sex slaves doubtlessly meant that she had fantasies about her fellow women. By this point, all of them should have, Alex hoped. They couldn't have been doing what they had done last night without being at least considerably bi.

"Last week I would have said Astrid…"

"Why?"

"Uhm… because… honestly I thought she was going to confess to Alex before me and we kinda sorta m-maybe had a little bit of a deal that she'd… enable me?"

"Seriously?" Kiara asked for Alex, who was now too interested to continue the casual groping.

"I-i-i-it was a drunken, joking conversation!"

"Right, you might as well have sworn a blood-oath with Astrid. You know that girl will do anything for her friends."

"Yeah, she's great," Sofia answered with a gentle smile. "But… Master is the greatest, so we never needed to do any of that. Now it's not just her and me, it's all of us." The fencer hugged Alex's side and pressed an intimate kiss on his chest. "

"Surprising how close I was to having a harem even back then," Alex broke his vow of silence. "I could have had you, Astrid, Selana, and maybe Jane."

"No, you couldn't have," Kiara stated bluntly. "Or you could have, but you'd have gotten fired faster than your balls refill. You would have gotten all of the S.o.O.W. in so much trouble."

The growl he answered with was purely teasing. "Maybe that's what you sows would have wanted."

"...fuck…" Kiara muttered under her breath. The release of excited pheromones may not have been actively sensible, but Alex certainly noted the warmth in his core that responded to it. Rolling onto her back, the redhead presented her huge tits. An audible pout was his invitation and her moaning was the reaction to fingers sinking into the pliable flesh. "W-who is the answer now?" she investigated.

"Tess, because she's tall and cool, and she made Master take us all!" Sofia answered immediately. "You?"

"Honestly, I'm pretty basic… I think Evelyn is the hottest. I like them tall and prideful… also the amount of money that woman made me is just… wow!" Whether that last bit was because of the dollars or the squeezing of her nipple was anyone's guess. "Don't let her hear I said that though. She'll get an even bigger head."

Alex's cock throbbed with an intensity too large to ignore. Guiding one of Sofia's hands to it, he had her massage the length of his manhood. That was meant to be the compromise to keep the conversation going, but the fencer immediately forgot everything else in the world and focused solely on giving him the best handjob she could.

'The horror,' Alex thought sarcastically.

Then he used both of them to 'clear his mind' a little.

Thirty minutes later, he gathered up his declared party members for the day. Evelyn had done half that work for him already. He found the three of them together, locked in a three-way of kisses and mutual masturbation. Balls drained by a shortstack and a willing sheathe, he just watched the scene reach its zenith.

"I love all of this," Astrid moaned. "Why didn't we do this after every gym sess?"

"Because we were saving ourselves for our Master," Evelyn answered plainly.

"Or because we didn't know any better," Yahui weighed in, a carefree smile on her lips. "Where are we going, Alex?" she then asked.

"I want to try and find the spot I spent the first night," Alex told them.

"The pond with the aphrodisiac mist?" Eveyln asked, recalling the stories others had told. Alex nodded. "Why, just out of curiosity?"

The Master of the harem shrugged. "To satisfy my own curiosity, mostly. I want to say if I could find it again and if there's anything notable there. Not like we have any other goals."

That was explanation enough. All of them headed out together. Alex lead confidently and that confidence was rewarded. Within thirty minutes, he found various trees and formations of plants that he recognized from that first day. Within an hour, he had narrowed down the scope of the area considerably. Within two, he found it again.

"You really are gifted," Yahui complimented.

"Seriously, dude, do you have a navi in your head?" Astrid asked and delivered a friendly punch to his shoulder.

Alex grinned and lead them towards the target. He did not want to brag, but the compliments were warranted in this case. The pond was incredibly hard to find. A ring of trees, surrounded the body of waters, effectively creating a wall that blended in flawlessly with the surrounding bushes and ferns. A singular gap in it all was their current destination.

All of the confidence Alex felt wavered when he poked his head into the clearing and found it different from what he remembered. There was that burrow underneath the largest of the trees where he had spent the first night with Tess and Charlotte and where had both of them for the first time. The memory of that threesome was still a bit hazy.

There was the thin mist, hanging in the air above that crystal clear, shallow pond. What had changed was the moss. Previously it had been a bright pink, now it was a regular shade of green. Still, this was exactly the place he remembered.

Careful, Alex climbed into the open space. He breathed in deeply, testing the aphrodisiac effects of the mist. It was fast acting, but it would take a while to turn him into a borderline mindless version of himself that only craved sex. Even if it did, he had plenty of women with him that would be happy to service him until he calmed down.

No such thing happened. The mist layered on his skin, pearling down his naked form alongside the sweat. The day was getting hotter with every passing moment and it was humid heat.

"Mongrel?" an unknown voice spoke from all around. "Oh, Mongrel, you have returned for me!"

The pond suddenly rippled. The rest of the expeditionary party scattered out behind Alex, ready to either run or reinforce should something attack them. Alex was not quite as tense. Even if he did not know why they kept calling him 'mongrel', so far none of the entities that had done so were hostile towards him.

The centre of the pond rose up. Tendrils of water overlapped into the shape of… hair. A head of liquid, bright blue hair. Underneath it formed a mass of purple slime that took on the shape of an attractive face, then continued to shape up as the entity rose from the water.

Alex looked at the slime woman with equal parts fascination and lust. Her eyes were as blue as her hair. Her body was primarily purple, with bits of blue here and there. She was solid and glistened in the light that managed to get through the crowns of the trees, yet also had an element of translucency to her, in keeping with her liquid nature.

She was stark naked. Hands clasped in front of her collarbone served less to hide her medium-sized breasts than to offer a venerating prayer. Her midriff mimicked the shape of a trained stomach. Her hips were shapely. A prominent pair of lips between her legs left no doubt about her being more woman than slime. Her upper lips were curved into a servile smile.

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"Has the Mongrel come to take what is his?" she asked and swayed her hips. Her pussy was wet with a liquid different from the one that made up her body, one translucent and meant to lubricate.

"Why do you call me that?" Alex had to ask. That question was stronger even than his immediate desire.

The slime woman tilted her head. "Because that is what you are…?" she answered, then shook her head. "I am sorry, I sense that there is a greater answer to give, but I am incapable of giving it. I was but a minor sprite until the intensity of your lust nourished me. Ah, the desire of an awakening harem king. How lucky I am to be in your presence!"

She half-stepped, half-flowed forwards, reaching the edge the pond before prostrating herself before him. Head down, round ass up, she presented all of the curves he had not seen so far. A slender back, a round ass, all that a woman that could choose her shape would choose to be, bowed in veneration to him.

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"I apologize for my lack of knowledge. I will grant you what answers I can, in exchange for my freedom."

"What would you require to be freed?" Alex asked.

"A name, from your lips, and the touch of your seed, Mongrel. A place in your harem is not strictly necessary, but-"

"It is," Alex disagreed. He had not planned to exceed his fifteen, but presented with the choice, why would he not? If he was going to grant this slime her wish, then she would be his. There was a risk here that he was being played for a fool, but his intuition certainly told him otherwise. Considering the last reward he got from engaging with a magical creature… 'I best think of a name.'

The name was important. The name was barely important. Both of these statements were true. A sadistic part of Alex almost wanted to call her something demeaning. His better, if uncreative, parts won out.

"Amethyst," he said. "Your name will be Amethyst."

"Amethyst," she tasted her new title. The slime woman nodded eagerly. "Thank you, Mongrel."

"Enough of that word!" Evelyn suddenly spoke up. "You will be one of his women, yes?"

"Oh, yes, I will worship him every day! His seed will be the nourishment of my body, his joy the nourishment of my soul! All of my holes are for him to use! I'll jiggle and bounce and… ehehehe…" she giggled erotically, then wiped a bit of drool off her chin. "I will be the Mongrel's-"

Something in Alex snapped at that moment. "Did you not hear your senior?" he growled taking a hold of Amethyst's hair in that moment. It was an odd sensation. The texture was like silky hair, yet unmistakable liquid. Underneath that was something solid enough to be gripped like a skull was. "Enough of that word. You call me Master. That is what I am. Your Master, your man, your owner as one of my sex slaves. Declare it! Swear it to the world, spirit, that you are mine to use."

"Y-yes!" The slime woman stammered, while getting dragged towards his erect cock. "...so hot…" she muttered, when she took hold of it.

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"I am Amethyst! Amethyst is Master's cocksleeve, his sex slave, his property! Whatever Master wants, he gets! I swear allegiance to his cock…" she kissed the swollen head. "...I swear allegiance to his harem…" She looked around, finding the three gathered haremettes nodding approvingly. "...I swear allegiance to his blood. Every drop of it will have to run dry before I am anything but my Master's cocksleeve, his sex slave, his property!"

"Good girl," Alex complimented, then dragged her down.

What gag reflex would a woman made out of animated liquid have? None. What kind of throat would she have? One that was entirely different from a human. There was a tongue, yes, and something like teeth, nicely distanced from his girthy manhood, but beyond that all was different.

She was colder than humans, although still hot enough that being in her was only pleasant. The walls of her throat weren't just tight, they were clingy. The texture was something between a regular throat and the bumps and folds of a pussy. Holding her down, Alex groaned. The walls were actively reshaping themselves, either to conform to his shape properly or just to squirm around him.

Through the semi-translucent body of hers, he could see the shape of his cock, twitching in her depths. Her eyes were trembling. A white shape had layed on the blue of her pupils. 'Are those hearts?' Alex wondered, but was too busy struggling against the pleasure. "Oh fuck," he groaned.

Her insides kept on moving around him. Alex had never actually used a cocksleeve, but he imagined the endgame for that line of product was something like this. Just staying inside her massaged his length. When the folds weren't twitching, the slime was vibrating from intense moans. A viscous liquid akin to pussy juice dripped from the slime's chin.

Her eyelids fluttered. The pond rippled. Her hips rose and fell in rhythmless spasms. The slime was better than a cocksleeve, she was a swirling mass of sensitive goo around his manhood. She was climaxing. He had his cock down her throat and that alone was getting her off. Not even Janette after her transformation was this much of a blowjob slut.

Alex had no chance of lasting long, but he was not going to just stand there and cum. Gripping her head with both hands, he dragged her up. The suction on his cock broke with repeated, wet noises. Then he rammed his manhood back inside her. "Yesssss!" Evelyn hissed from the side. "Make that toy ours, Master."

"Kneel," he growled. Evelyn suddenly dropped into the moss, her haughty expression replaced with that of an obedient bitch in heat. The power of that single command had been such that Yahui and Astrid had followed along.

"Oh fuck, is this really what we get every day?" the Swedish blonde said, her expression twisted into a grin half-mad with arousal.

"He has impressed further and further with each passing day," Yahui swooned.

"That's exactly it," Alex grunted while he kept pounding the slime girl's throat. Over and over again, he sheathed himself in that perfect cocksleeve. "I keep wanting impress. I will keep wanting to impress. I know I can keep growing. I'll keep up with every demand - no - I will exceed every wish you have. I'm your Master. I'm… your King." The word crossed his lips. It felt right and they all moaned in agreement. Yes, he was their Harem King, in every sense. "You will give me heirs, my queens, my slaves. I know. It… one day!"

Alex clenched his teeth and raised his gaze. He looked up at the trees and something in the trees looked back at him. Something lifeless and barren. Something that did not expect or accept the continuation of life in these lands.

Whatever it was, it was responsible for the lack of fertility among his women. That had once been a boon. Now it was a limitation he hated. It hated him too.

'I will slay you,' Alex thought.

His pulse quickened. The beating of his heart surged his lust. Sensitive, he gasped, and ignored the hateful thing. There was a loveable, submissive slime taking his cock down her throat. That was so much interesting.

Amethyst's upper hole was practically a mouth pussy. The grip, the quivers, the contractions when she came, and the gooey strands of precum and lubrication that stretched between them. It looked like she was constantly drooling, but in reality she was just overflowing from the repeated orgasms.

"You exist to be used." A nod, an eager one. "You exist to be mine." More eager nods, as many as Amethyst could give while he was still holding her head. "You exist to be bred!" She kept on nodding. Something in Alex's veins burned with fiery passion. "You exist to take my seed!"

Amethyst was incapable of nodding. He was holding her down against his groin. His balls tightened, as he emptied his contents down her pulsing gullet. From her mouth to the depths of her throat, her oral hole turned into one tunnel that continously formed rings right behind the seal of her lips, then travelled downwards to wring every last drop of cum out of him.

It was orgasm and epiphany, a release in the truest sense. While his seed flowed into this magical being, making her vows forever binding, something flowed back, Magic, in the rawest sense, binding her soul to his. Every spurt of cum deepened the understanding.

It ebbed away with the pleasure. Alex slowly pulled out. His cock twitched one last time when it was past Amethyst's lips, spreading a rope of seed over her gorgeous features.

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"Yours forever, Alex," she promised.

He did not have to ask how she knew his name. All he had to do was sit down, urgently. Bottom on the moss, he was swiftly surrounded by the three women that had come with him. Before they could ask questions, he whispered, "I am on the cusp of something… give me a moment," and closed his eyes.

That epiphany was still there, albeit distant. He could feel it. He reached out to it…

Forking lines rose like proud trees from the darkness behind his eyes. He reached out again. He recognized his mistake. He heard the call of the other him and dropped into it all. It was a thicket, a dense network of veins of all sorts of colourations.

He was the heart. All of the power pumped outwards from him. This was the place he had dropped into when he had touched that sphere.

Here there was only him. No other him, only him. A sense of pride swelled in his chest as he realized that he was in tune with himself. A sense of dread filled him when the thicket came into focus. It was all so much clearer than before.

All of the veins had atrophied to a point of near non-existence. They were trees with dry branches, ready to snap at the slightest pressure. Despite that, they still had their roots deep in the soil of his soul.

No voices filled the space this time. It was his epiphany, brought about by himself and no one else.

All the veins had atrophied, except for one. Bright and golden, the divine branch shone. It was nourished with every beat of his mind. It was part of him, always had been. It was radiance. It was good.

Alex beheld many of the veins around him. Each was potential untapped. The infernal power of demons, the crafty contracts of devils, the elemental might of the sylph, undines, gnomes and salamanders, the sheer might of a minotaur, and the earned arrogance of a dragon, all of them were around him. There were many more, too many for Alex to know about.

His time was limited. The epiphany kept fading. It slipped away, like the sensation of being sated, gradually but inevitably. With the energy he had he could re-establish the flow from him to one of these veins. He choose one on instinct.

It was a tree of black. Its might was fundamental. It had been used to shape the world and it would be used to shape his life. The power of a Titan bloomed, nourished by the might of his soul. The atrophied veins filled with vitality once more.

Alex watched the process for as long as he could. Then, he was split again. A gentle split, with a smaller gap in-between than before, but a split all the same. The conscious mind rose back to the surface.

Eyes opened and Alex inhaled deeply. He was still surrounded by his four women. Evelyn, Yahui, and Astrid all looked at him with a degree of worry. Amethyst smiled. Whatever she did not know was clearly still ingrained in her instincts.

"I got it," Alex hissed. His body felt hot. He could feel his bones and muscles grow. He got up, needed to stretch himself to deal with the itching process. The women rose with him.

Yahui had to look up at him and that was normal, the Chinese acrobat had always been the third shortest of the bunch. Astrid had to look up at him and that was normal, she was of a fairly average height. Evelyn had to look up at him and that made her coo, "Whatever just happened, I approve."

Just a minute ago, Evelyn had been taller then him, if by a miniscule amount. Now he was noticeably taller than her. The blood of the titans had granted him ten centimetres or so, putting him just shy of two metres. The rest of his figure had grown in equal measure. Even his dick had gotten a little larger. Thankfully, it was still on the reasonable side of large.

"I've connected with a bloodline," he told all of them. "I get it now. I'm literally a mongrel."

"You will have to be more detailed," Yahui requested gently. "I am still confused."

"My mother often said she married into a family of mongrels," Alex told them. "And I always wondered where my family got its wealth from…. I am just connecting dots, but I think my family may be a mix of all kinds of mythological bloodlines. My father wanted me to be great because… I am not human."

"You are human," Amethyst disagreed. "I do not know much, but I know that. You are human - or were when you landed here. Most humans have traces of mythological ancestry."

"Then I must have notably more?" Alex theorized, then looked at his companions. Each of them was also changing. Was that because of him? No, it could not be, at least not entirely. Janette and Kiara had changed on their own. He shook his head. Too many theories were swirling around inside. "All I can say for certain is that I have many bloodlines within me eager to be brought back to the front."

"At least we learned one important thing." Astrid formed a teasing smirk. "That you are changing in ways outside of your dick."

Alex snorted and ruffled the blonde's hair. She playfully smacked his hand aside, then dragged it back to the top of her head. It was more satisfying now that he was a full head taller than her. "Alright, let's introduce Amethyst," he declared and headed back to the beach.

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"Perhaps you would like to celebrate our union some more?" Amethyst asked, after they had dropped her off back in the tree. The question was accompanied by her laying on her back, legs spread. Her pussy was on clear display, a pair of deep purple lips among light purple slime.

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"Patience," Alex answered. "Introduce yourself to everyone. Answer their questions to the best of your ability. Then, tonight, when all of your fellow sex slaves are here, I will use you."

"As you wish, Master," Amethyst sighed lustfully. The wait would make the night all that much sweeter.

He left her there, to bask in the scent of their bedroom, and to explore the rest of the tree at her leisure. Tess had already been informed about her and would make sure no one coming back would take any undue actions.

"Bro, you don't even need to be that cautious," Astrid said. "All of us would see someone attractive and just assume she belongs to you."

"Point taken," Alex joked.

"Yet, perhaps a mark would be nice," Yahui hummed and drew a heart shape with her fingers, right above her womb. "You know the kind."

"That does sound appropriate," Evelyn agreed. "A mark on each of us, to make clear whose slaves we are."

"If we find a magical way to do it or a tattoo parlor, I'll consider it," Alex said. The erection that had sprung at the suggestion made clear what his thoughts on the matter were.

To Evelyn, an untended erection was a challenge. The moment they had jumped out of the moving tree, she laid down in the white sands of the tropical beach. All the modeling she had done in her life manifested in her quickly assuming a pose worthy of a pin-up calendar.

Laying on her stomach, she had both of her feet raised. Her knees pushed into the sand to give her round ass a bit of emphasis. Breasts rested on the sand, the angle just barely hiding the nipples. Arms crossed in front of her, head raised, and smirking, the horned tomboy was incredibly attractive to look at.

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"We're in no hurry, Master." Her purr accompanied the slow raising of her wide hips. The bottom went up and the top down, until her chest rested on her forearms. In the sun, her round ass was two spheres of lightly shining, brown flesh. She just kept on smirking.

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Her eyes were a challenge and Alex was too aroused to refuse. Circling around her, He grabbed the swing of her hands from behind. Evelyn was already wet. Getting her horns pulled made her practically drenched. He aligned his cock with her entrance and pushed inside.

The dragon tomboy moaned shamelessly. Tight walls massaged every bit of her Master's cock as he pushed into her. "That's it, stud, stretch me all over aga-ingh!"

Evelyn's ass rippled from the smack that Alex had delivered at the end of her sentence. The swat mark may not have showed as clearly on her dark skin, but it showed all the same. "You look best under me," Alex growled. He took special pleasure in knowing he was the only man who ever could and did say that to her. "A fat ass and a toned back, what a fantastic view."

"H-how do you like my hair?" Evelyn moaned, as he started to fuck her.

"It makes you look cute," Alex answered honestly. The compliment made Evelyn's cunt grip his dick a little tighter. Not many people would have called the tall, haughty olympian cute before. A weakspot to make her flustered another time, perhaps. "Pleasure each other."

The order was for Yahui and Astrid, who had been watching the show with dripping, untouched pussies so far. Once they had an order, they dropped immediately. Shoulder to shoulder, they settled in the nearby sands. They masturbated each other, opting to use hands over tongues so they could keep watching the show.

Alex gave Evelyn's ass another jiggle-inducing smack before picking up the pace. Like a wild animal, he was rutting into her right there out on the beach. The sun was on his back, her horns under his fingers, and her moans in his ears. Her athletic back described a U-shape, such was the strength with which he pulled at her horns.

"I love how flexible you all are!" Alex observed Evelyn's features. They were upside down from his perspective and twisted into an utterly shameless display of ecstasy. One more plunge and the gold medalist was screaming out her orgasm, like a proper cocksleeve should. Alex rewarded her with another smack to the rear.

Ass and thighs jiggled. Large breasts swayed back and forth. He just kept on fucking her. This was exactly why they did not want to go back to civilization. What could possibly compare to pounding a dark-skinned tomboy in the prime of her life, while two other haremettes were fingering each other to the sight?

Rapidly, Alex's orgasm came closer. It had only been a few minutes. It hardly mattered. Evelyn was every bit as sensitive and needy as he was. The high pitch of her usually so haughty voice told him all he needed to know about how close she was to her second climax. He held on until she was right at the edge - then came.

Seed pumped into the eager cumdump. She screamed like only a woman fulfilling her life's purpose could. Every spurt into her depths was met by the spasms of her folds around him. She was all trembles and taut muscles, until her bliss took on another form. All tension left her in that moment.

Alex slowly pulled out and left Evelyn where she was, to ride out the aftershocks while he got his dick cleaned by Yahui and Astrid. After that was done, he was thinking a lot clearer.

The girls needed another couple of minutes though.

-x-X-x-

Hours were spent investigating the island.

There was no particular goal to anything, they just advanced and looked around carefully. It was different from how they usually moved through the jungle, but not by much. Alex always tried to be observant. That the jungle had proven to be safe, for the most part, did not change the pitfalls of unsteady ground and unseen gaps in the roots. One false step could be one twisted ankle and that could cascade into a number of terrible things.

'Also I don't want to only do cowgirl while it heals.' Alex caught himself thinking that and chuckled. The new life was definitely changing his thoughts to be more pervy. He hadn't been a saint before either. 'I should be careful,' he thought to himself. 'Keep the stoicism. I don't want my harem to turn into me salivating all the time. I need to provide.'

Alex took a long step and tilted forwards. At the last moment, he grabbed an overhanging branch. Stopping his fall would have put too much strain on the plant, so he used it to swing himself forwards and land in the depression instead. A pebble hidden in the moss pressed against his sole. The rounded edge was a short-lived inconvenience.

"All good?" Yahui asked.

Alex considered saying that was all planned, but lying to a gymnast on what was a planned swing and an improvised one was probably not going to work. "Just not entirely used to my new size yet," he confessed.

"Wouldn't do if only the girls had to get used to new sizes," Astrid joked. "Fun as that is."

"I think we enjoy getting split open a lot more than he enjoys stumbling," Evelyn joined in a jovial tone. It had been several hours, so her cunt was neither gaping nor dripping anymore. Alex was of half a mind to change that again. Just looking at the three women with him, from the pale Chinese woman, over the tanned Swedish blonde, to the dark-skinned American, made him appreciate the female form all over again.

Two women noted the twitching of his cock. Evelyn and Astrid were ready to offer themselves in whatever way he asked for. For the former any display of dominance was what she wanted, for the latter he just had to say a few praises to make her purr. They were… not simple. No person was ever truly simple, definitely not Olympians as brilliant as they were hard-working. Straightforward was the better term for it.

It was that Yahui did not join in that display at all that made Alex hesitate. She was certainly less horny than the others, at least outwardly, but she was still part of his harem for all of the usual reasons.

"Something the matter?" he asked.

"I feel a chill," she answered. A few days ago, that would have been an odd comment to hear. Since they had realized that she was turning into some kind of ice woman, they took her seriously on that.

"From where?" Alex asked.

The Chinese gymnast looked around carefully. She got on all fours,digging through the moss until she touched the ground and stone below it. Shuffling forwards on all fours, she followed some kind of line. When Alex tried to feel what she was feeling, he could sense no difference.

That was, until they reached the base of a nearby tree. Part of its roots were exposed, its weight having tilted the mighty plant over the years. Alex felt the cold air drift out from behind the cover of roots. On close inspection, he could see the gap.

Alex loved that the three companions got to work before he even said anything. No complaints over long fingernails, no insistence that physical labour was his job and his alone, just three tomboys rolling up their proverbial sleeves. As the man of the island, he did muscle his way to the front though. "Let me," he insisted. That they were willing and even eager to get their hands dirty was all he needed to see.

Bending and tearing the roots to create enough of a gap took a few minutes. "Let me go first, the cold doesn't bother me as much."

"If ya swapped the end there, we'd have a terrible reference," Astrid chimed in, while Yahui crawled in.

"Let's not - I hate that movie," Evelyn proclaimed.

"You hate Frozen?" Alex asked, more out of curiosity than anything else.

"It's a movie about a woman that realizes her true power, then proceeds to put it into the service of a society that sent out a hunting party to kill her," the triathlon runner said. "They had the decency of accepting her as their queen in the end, at least."

"I'm way more surprised you even watched it," Astrid pointed out.

"I am on a lot of flights - well, was," Evelyn answered. "Sometimes they had no private seats."

"What did you watch when you were alone?" Alex asked, expecting a certain answer.

"A lady doesn't tell." Evelyn grinned widely. "Thankfully, I'm not one of those."

"Thankfully you're not o-, oy, dude, don't steal my joke before I can even say it," Astrid complained.

Waving off, the dragon-horned woman continued. "I watched BDSM porn - not all of the time obviously, but a lot of the time. Being alone in a cubicle with a 'do not disturb' sign on the door is the time to do some basic auto-bondage."

"Auto-bondage? Is that bondage by yourself?"

"Essentially."

"Doesn't sound very satisfying."

"It wasn't."

"There's an ice cave down here!" Yahui shouted up from beneath the roots. "I do not know how deep." She climbed back up, but did not fully emerge from the tree roots. "Another one of the magical adventures of this island no doubt."

"That makes it worth checking out…" Alex considered, then looked between his party. "Not sure if we're equipped for it though."

"Did you guys never go to a sauna?" Astrid teased.

"I went with you once," Alex answered drily.

"And you were a giant pussy about it."

"The hell I was," Alex shot back. The blonde just grinned and the owner of the harem waved off. He had to think if this was worthwhile…

After a few seconds, he nodded to himself.

"Yahui and I will go," he announced. "We'll scout it out and come back out when its not worthwhile."

The announcement was met with some displeased humming, but no one questioned his authority openly. Yahui went back inside and Alex crawled behind her. The air rapidly got colder as they went through the crawl space. It opened up again after a few metres.

Alex and Yahui stood in a chamber. The words 'ice cave' had made him expect a cave literally consisting of ice. It was more of a stone cavern with icicles inexplicably forming on the walls. The ceiling was low enough that he could have walked into one of them if he wasn't careful. The air itself was the greater enemy though.

It was cold, not freezing cold, but cold enough that he could feel his exposed genitals contract. It was so cold that it was an unwelcome change of pace from the tropical weather. 'Around eight degrees Celsius?' he guessed and glanced at Yahui.

No signs of cold for her. No shivering, no hard nipples, nothing, which was doubly unusual because she was shorter than him and a woman. Some stereotypes were very justified and even the most tomboyish of the tomboys could not help that women were more sensitive in this regard.

Alex bounced lightly on his heels to keep the blood flowing. The cold ground was by far the worst at the moment, chilling into his soles. They were on a timer here and that timer was his own body heat. As a big man his core would require time to chill out and he would be able to warm up swiftly the second he got back out, so he wasn't too worried about long lasting effects from chilled toes.

Still, this was not the kind of place he wanted to dwell for too long.

A singular opening in the opposite wall lead deeper into the cavern. "Let's see what we can find," he said.

-x-X-x-

They advanced deeper into the cave. Alex remembered his last survival trip in winter well. He stayed in motion to keep his metabolism going, while also regulating his breathing. The quickest way to get his insides cooled was to breathe in the cold air, so he tried to keep it to shallow breaths that minimized the amount of heat leaving his lungs.

Breathing little and moving much was a difficult combination. For the moment, he managed.

The temperature dropped further while they had a look around. Nothing too interesting from what Alex could see, just more walls and more frost. Yahui brushed over the ice. "Feeling a kinship?" Alex asked.

"Of a sort," she confessed. "A connection, but not one strong enough to do anything with. It's like… I can see that there's a cliff's edge, but I am nowhere near close enough to take a plunge."

Alex understood that, especially after earlier that day. He had tried to focus his mind again on that epiphany, on the secrets in his blood, but even knowing that it was there he couldn't do it.

For the moment, there was nothing really of interest.

They continued on further. Alex was still fine. His skin was cold by that point, but that was an exterior cold that was good, if anything. His body was regulating according to the circumstances and kept the blood flow concentrated to the vital areas.

It did not look like his body would have to keep regulating for long. After a few minutes of walking, they reached the apparent end-point of the cave. A remarkably circular chamber with an even floor awaited them. If both were hints at the potential of civilization, the pedestal in the middle of the room was a dead giveaway.

It was a very particular design, Alex had to say, as if someone had crossed the lines of Mesoamerican glyphs with the general style of curls and curves of the ancient Greek. On the pedestal was a strange assortment of sticks. There was eight of them. To the right, six of them appeared fine. To the left of the six fine ones was one that was so burned Alex knew it would collapse if he breathed strongly on it. Southwest of that one was a completely frozen stick.

"I wonder what this is," Yahui spoke his thoughts.

"Something esoteric that we don't understand," Alex answered the obvious.

"What will you do with it?" she asked the expected question.

"Nothing." Alex backed away. "I don't understand what it is and I don't want to mess with things I don't get at all."

"Didn't you chase a fairy yesterday?" the Chinese woman asked, playfully.

"I somewhat understood what that was. My instincts then told me to go with the flow. My instincts now tell me not to touch it." Alex gestured for her to follow and she did. Together they made their way back to the surface.

"And?" Evelyn asked.

"Some kind of esoteric shrine? Mechanism? Really, we have no idea." The owner of the harem described it to the duo. "I decided not to touch it. I will try to remember where it is in the future though. You never know with these things…"

"And hop!" Astrid announced the sudden jump into his arms. Arms wrapped around his broad chest, the blushing tomboy smirked up at him. "Got to warm you up, big guy. Can't have my favourite bro go all frigid on me."

"She does make a good point," Evelyn circled around and pushed her breasts on his back. "Let's take a short break."

Not three minutes later, Astrid's moans were echoing in the jungle.

-x-X-x-

They spent the rest of the day walking around and not finding anything of note. When something happened, it was more accurate to say that it found them.

Daylight faded and so they were on their way to the north-eastern tip of the island. There, they expected to be greeted by the tree and the rest of the harem.

As they wandered through the jungle, Alex lifting foliage for the women he led, they found themselves surrounded by a swarm of glowing particles. They were each and every one odd, tumbling and flying at their own pace. There was no uniform size, no uniform colour, and no two were truly alike.

Suddenly, they were in the middle of the strange lights that many of the women had seen over the days.

"A fae sight," Alex spoke, to the nodding of his women.

"Are they here to say goodbye?" Astrid wondered.

Evelyn put a hand on her hips and smirked at a particularly large light drifting by them. "Probably here to acknowledge our Master and his hoard of women as the one true owners of the island," she haughtily declared.

"Incorrigible," Yahui sighed, shaking her head.

Alex stood and stared, watching the particles drift around them. They grew more lively as the daylight faded, moving around the quartet of humans. Soon the swiftness of their motions drew streaks behind them. It was as if they stood amidst the stars and yet they were in the jungle.

"Don't move," Alex requested of his women. "I think I can… work this out."

"Work this out?" Astrid asked.

"Understand it… you know, how you get in the zone? I feel like if I just look at it then I will understand," Alex explained in more detail. After that, his companions fell silent.

Alex observed it all closely. Each light flowed individually, but there was an underlying current. He turned with it, to keep a window of it all, then he turned against it, to see the entire picture.

He did not truly comprehend what he was looking at in its entirety, yet he was getting closer. In the same way as a carpenter did not understand the wood better actively as he carved into it, layer by layer, Alex only approached the epiphany of instinct slowly. As he did, his ears began to pick up sound. Rustling and steps, and the ringing of wooden instruments.

The gorgeous light kept turning, like the stars of the firmament, brought down to this world, and Alex started to get it.

There was a rhythm there, beneath the melody of the wooden flutes. "Kneel down… no, not for anything fun," Alex told Evelyn, mirroring her enticed smirk. "I just need a clear view."

"What are you going to do?" Astrid asked.

"Dance."

The answer raised amused eyebrows, even as they did as he had requested. Once they were settled, Alex put his legs wide and began to follow the melody.

Alex had never danced like this before. He had visited a couple of clubs in his time. That was the instinctive shaking of bodies, the displaying of one's own physique for the proverbial meat markets. It was nothing like this.

He danced in rounds and rounds. His steps were slow, not quite yet finding the beat under the music. The closer he beat, the harder his heart beat in his chest. It was strange. He was not exhausting himself at all. His dance was slow and methodical, his feet careful not to step on the ground too harshly.

The lights came into focus, bit by bit.

The drums started.

Then voices, a choral of women.

"Demon Sultan Azathoth

Bubbles in confusion.

Center of the Universe,

Sprouting foul protrusions.

Muffled madd'ning beating drums,

Hellish flutes a-playing

Round him dance the Other Gods

Voiceless, mindless swaying."

Alex's eyes widened in shock. The heart in his chest pounded with panic unrealized. The tumbling lights around were the reflections of reality on the eyes of other beings. Masses of liquid flesh, less circling him than circling a drain to his feet. Would he fall down if he looked down?

The beating of the drum continued with maddening softness. The hellish flutes kept on playing away.

He was sweating now. Head to toe. Alex tried to stop dancing but he was getting pulled along. His motions lost any sort of grace. He was flaying in confusion, feeling his flesh, his oh-so-changeable flesh, eager to protrude.

Around him danced these other things.

Noises bubbled into words. "Mongrel, are you Sultan?"

"I am." The answer was certain, for all and no reasons.

Words spoken, the circling flesh closed in on him. The women squealed in surprise. To them it was a strong wind. They did not know what truly brushed over them - they did not know what dug into Alex's form.

Fibres pierces his skin and fed into him. His tongue liquified in his mouth, then returned to its shape, sitting more comfortable than ever. All the while, his mind was assailed by the music. The singers began to laugh. It lost all semblance of humanity.

Alex's mind felt as if it would break.

But he refused.

Alex's mind felt as if it would break.

But he was indomitable.

'I cannot die when I have this life to live!' he thought against the storm outside influences. He grabbed them all, bundled them into a vein that entered his soul and rekindled an old tree within his core. 'Another bloodline,' he thought. 'What all am I? Angel, titan, chaos of flesh?'

That last one was certainly true in that moment. Then, another moment passed. His dance had stopped and through that, the connection began to drain away. Alex clawed at the draining flesh, ripping a part of it down with him as he fell to the ground.

He caught himself on his hands. The reflections of fading light in the eyes of now unseen beasts danced in the air around them. It was all gorgeous now. Alex felt the laughter rise in his throat. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes.

"We don't know anything," he said. "Fairies," he said. "How stupid," he said, and straightened up. The worried looks of the three women helped him ground himself. Their naked bodies awakened his desire and desire helped him stave off the madness. He had seen too much to comprehend it. "I'm a spawn of Azathoth?"

"Bull!" Yahui shouted. Astrid looked to Evelyn, who shook her head in confusion. Only the Chinese gymnast had an idea what he was on about. She chewed on her lower lip. "You know what that would mean, right?"

"No, I don't," Alex answered. "That's what I just realized, we actually know nothing. We assume we know, but we don't. We have read stories and recollections so detached they think this is fantasy." He opened his right hand, revealing a squirming blob of formless, black flesh within. "But it's not."

The flesh parted into three pieces, leaping in front of each of the women in his presence. Swelling in size, the assumed the shape of a stable ooze, of sorts. Each formed a tendril and a pair of eyes, bowing before the haremettes like a butler before their mistress.

Alex's mind and body were slotting back into reality rapidly. His heart was calming to a steady beat. "They're mine," he assured the three lightly confused women. "By extension, they're yours. Servants of the Sultan and his women."

"What… are they?" Yahui asked carefully.

"I don't really know… I guess shoggoths that aren't mindlessly hostile?" Alex answered and rubbed his forehead. "I just know they're mine."

Yahui reached down to her servant creature. The discomfort was written on her face, but it diminished greatly when she touched the black, liquid thing. "You are right," she admitted. "We don't really know anything, do we? We were just getting comfortable in our speculations."

"So… wait… all the strange lights we were seeing were Lovecraftian monsters?" Astrid realized.

"Some of them were," Alex answered. "Some of them were different things. We have manifold attention and I still don't quite get why. I just know that they offered me the title of Sultan and I instinctively agreed."

"If we all were latent eldritch abominations, it would make the mutations make sense," Yahui said thoughtfully. "But… I don't feel like one and if they wanted to be stealthy about it, why do this?"

"We need more answers," Evelyn stated plainly. "And we need to get that stress pounded out of our Master. He is more than ready."

And so they returned to the tree to tell everyone of what had transpired.

-x-X-x-

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 on to 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. Size differences 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 in 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 and 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 that 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.

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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 sensitive 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 ain 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 a 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 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 he 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 that loved watching her dom pound the sanity out of her fellow sex slaves.

For that, she was next to ger 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 price 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.

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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 stretch 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 forwards. 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."

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"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.

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"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 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 harcore 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. 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 women 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.