Island 8.2

They went west, spending some time in the shade of boulders. The breeze from the ocean was nice and cool when they once more hit the beach. Following along the shore, Alex kept a careful view of his environment. He did not want a repeat of the glass situation.

The leader of the party strut confidently. Alex had always been a heavy fellow, in the sense that he had been tall and made from a lot of muscle. Now that he was well north of two metres, he could feel the satisfying reverberations from his footfalls. The massive blade he continued to carry over his shoulder only added to that.

'This is pretty great,' Alex thought to himself and ran a hand through his hair. 'Walking down the shore of a tropical beach, massive sword over my shoulder, naked, three haremettes behind me.' He turned halfway to smirk at them. They smiled back. 'This is the fantasy protagonist life.'

"Isn't that heavy as hell?" Charlotte asked and pointed at the stone.

"Amusingly, it's barely heavier than this," Alex answered and gestured with the stone rod he carried in his other hand. As a weapon it was beyond outclassed, but there was no reason to leave behind something that could serve as construction material or the weapon of another woman. "Its always as heavy as I need it to be, I think. So it would be heavier during combat."

"Don't you want it to be even lighter during combat?" Tess asked.

"No, you want it to be heavy," Alex answered. "Light is only good if something has a keen edge that does all the work. Most of the time, you want something with a heavy end, like a hammer, and relatively small area of impact. That way you have a lot of force. If you hit someone with something light, it does barely anything."

Charlotte looked at him with even greater interest, if that was even possible. "So you have experience fighting?"

"Depends on what you mean by that. I had to fight off a cougar once."

"I didn't ask about your sexual histo- wait, you're serious?" Tess started to joke, only to realize he wasn't giving her the jovial kind of smile. "How did that happen?"

"During one of my survivalist trips, I stayed out in the Appalachians for a week. 'Fighting a cougar' makes it sound cooler than it was. I was sitting by the campfire, wisely looked around and caught the reflection of the eyes in a bush. Then I grabbed a big stick and threw it at the cat. I don't even know if it wanted to attack me or if it was just curious. Either way it bolted off afterwards." Alex rolled his neck. "Beyond that, I did have to take some self-defense classes as part of my pilot's license. You know, post-9/11 precautions. Not a whole lot of experience with a massive sword, but I'll figure it out."

As his eyes drifted back forwards, they briefly got stuck on something. Alex halted in his steps and directed his eyes back. Something brown and white of difficult to measure size was floating one to two hundred metres out from the shore. He pointed at it, posing a non-verbal question.

"Yeah, I see that too," Charlotte said. "Some kind of… buoy, maybe? Want me to check it out?"

"You and me, Charlotte. Selana, Tess, stay here for a moment." Alex said and put down stone sword and rod.

The swim out to the floating thing was simple, very simple. Charlotte got a little playful with it by getting ahead. As a man (especially of his size) he could probably swim faster than her if he really tried, but her technique did trump his by a mile.

"Now that's not something I expected to find here," Alex said out loud.

The brown-white object was, in reality, just white. Wrapped in some kind of algae, the container floated exactly as it was supposed to, the coating keeping its waterproof walls from rusting. Painted on the side in black was the name of the company that had made the container and the words 'Property of the SOW'.

Alex remembered when the box had been installed in the plane. It had been supposed to say 'Property of the S.o.O.W.' to avoid the awkward acronym. Because boxes like this were quite expensive, they had only slapped a literal bandaid on it and then put that side against the wall. The bandaid had come off and the wall no longer existed.

"What is it?" Charlotte asked. "Obviously its from our plane, I get that much."

"It's a box with survival gear," Alex told her. "Let's keep talking after we got it to land."

A nod was all that was required. The box was a rectangle two metres wide, one deep and one high. The corners had been rounded. It looked entirely out of place in the tropics. After carefully tearing the aquatic plants off of it, Charlotte and Alex got onto one narrow side and then, together, pushed it along.

The occasional wave gave them trouble. Beyond that, courtesy of the floatage of the item, it was pretty easy to push along. Difficulty arose once they were out of the water. Alex had to drag on one side and the three women pushed from the other. That way, they managed to get it all the way to the beach.

The handle was almost flat against the lid, a necessity to make sure water movement couldn't turn it. While Alex tried to get a good handle on the wet, smooth metal, he explained what they were looking at. "The box was installed in case we did a controlled crash landing in the ocean," he explained. "There should be stuff in here that was supposed to help us survive if we had to squat in the plane or a nearby island until help arrived."

Alex finally got a good grip and turned the handle with one powerful motion. The seal hissed, an intricately constructed seal of rubber, plastic and metal breaking. The lid had no hinges, only hooks that gripped into the frame that had now come loose. It was thick, but mostly hollow. Directly underneath it was a layer of plastic that would keep out little trickles of water that somehow made it past the first seal.

"Do not damage anything," Alex cautioned. Even a plastic blanket like that was worth its mass in gold on this island. In fact, it was better than gold. It was a rectangular strip of waterproof material, capable of withstanding quite a bit of strain. Always good to have on pocket. "Let's see what we have here…"

The inside of the box was smaller than one would have thought. The walls were as thick as the lid, likely to prevent people from overloading the box to the point that it would threaten buoyancy. Inside the storage room was nothing exciting but also not so little Alex was disappointed. That was a massive win, all things considered.

A medical kit was the first and greatest win. It was fully stocked with disinfectant, bandaids (large, small, and pressured), and field surgery equipment. Another box next to it contained a gracious number of nutrient bars. Lastly notable was a box with liquid fire starter alongside a larger version of a camping cook kit. Importantly, that included a decently sharp knife and whetstone.

Besides all of that, the box itself was worth a fortune. If they left it empty and the lid on, it could make for an impromptu raft.

Alex raised an eyebrow and lifted everything up twice. Against reason, he wanted to make sure nothing was hidden under the boxes he saw. "Looking for something?" Tess asked.

"Usually there should be at least one inflatable boat and an emergency radio in here," he told them. "Looks like someone decided to skim off some money… or was there a second box..?" Alex tried to remember. Those things had been installed when he had just started his apprenticeship, so Marvin had been the one of checking things. 'Would he… let's not follow that thought.'

"We leave it here?" Selana asked. "Or do we try to swim back with it?"

"We definitely leave it here," Alex said. "We can decide if we carry it back to the tree or let the tree come to it once it made it to the shore. Until then, let's put the lid back on and push it a bit further inland."

They did that and then Alex could decide where to go next.

-x-X-x-

Further down the shore, towards the direction of the tree, the party went. "That's our base, ain't it?" Charlotte asked and point at the bit of red over the horizon. Alex strained his eyes, then slowly nodded. It was way out there in the strait, but they could see it already. "And is that a coral reef?"

The rest of the party turned to where Charlotte was pointing. Sure enough, right by the shore was some kind of miniature coral reef, nested between a variety of porous rocks. Little fish, crabs, and eels were moving around between the colourful marine structures. The constant movement of the waves made looking at it a little difficult.

"Want to touch that too?" Tess asked.

"I would try, if I saw something that just shouts 'I am an important landmark'." Alex was scanning for something of the like. "Can't see that. Pretty though."

"That it is," Selana agreed. "Pretty doesn't really do it for me. I prefer dangerous."

"I have noticed," Alex gave her a wicked grin. She grinned back the same way. Then they exchanged fistpump. There was no reason for it, they just felt like it. "I very much like pretty though."

"I thought you liked udders." Selana pushed up her tits with her left forearm.

"I like breasts at all sizes and they are all beautiful," Alex said and leered at the deep cleavage.

Selana laughed freely, a wonderful sound of tomboy supremacy. "Bro, if you want to shove your face in there, you know they're yours, right?"

"Love to hear that." Selana bounced on her heels, introducing gorgeous ripples to that overabundant chest. Barely, Alex managed to look away before his cock shot up to full mast. "Not right now though."

"Yeah, be a good girl and wait until he gets horny!" Charlotte threw herself at Alex. Arms wrapped around his neck, she pressed her breasts against his upper abs. The gesture of affection showed the Titans' descent just how tall he was now. The 1,69 metres tall woman had to stand on her toes for the top of her head to reach his collar. "Whoever would make Master horny on purpose?"

"Yeah, whoever would do that?" Alex asked and tilted his head down. "Only little brats, right?"

"Totally," Charlotte whispered.

They kissed. A deep and aroused affair, quickly growing more heated. It stopped when Charlotte reached for his cock. Holding her by the wrist, he halted her advances, then pulled back. "Not yet."

"Wha- You can't have self-control, you're a guy!" Charlotte complained.

"And yet I have it," he answered and gently pushed her back. "Let's keep going."

"Impossibru!"

Tess chuckled at the scene, then followed along with the rest.

Another hour down the shore, the group spotted wooden planks sticking out of the shore.

"Is that a rowing boat?" Alex wondered.

The group approached with quick steps. Even from a distance it was apparent that it had not been used in a long time. Less than half of the boat was visible and there were no oars in sight, but the overall shape was familiar.

"Looks a little small for a rowing boat, doesn't it?" Tess remarked when they got closer.

Alex looked at the tip of the ship and tried to expand it inside his mind to a full boat. If his mental map was accurate, it couldn't have been broader than 80 centimetres. That was less a rowing boat and more of a canoe. The shape, however, was clearly that of a rowing boat. "Ye-"

Before Alex finished that thought, the ground began to tremble. Stretching his arms out protectively, he took three large steps backwards. The women retreated in equal measure, all of them watching as the rowing boat rose from the sands.

What had looked like wood was really a strange, wood-like growth extending from the top of the shell of a giant crab. Yellowish white, the shell of the creature shared the colour of the tropical sands. Pincers the size of a grown man's torso clacked with chitinous sharpness. Eight pointed legs stretched, then the entirety of the creature began to skitter sideways - and diagonally towards the group.

FIGHT!

Alex versus Rowboat Crab

Combat Rule Refresher:

Alex does Contested Rolls against whatever he is fighting. If there's more than Alex or more than one opponent, there still is only 1 Contested Roll on each side. The modifier and HP numbers will just be adjusted to reflect the clash.

Alex has HP equal to his level. He deals damage depending on his armament.

Enemies have HP depending on what I think is adequate. They deal a set amount of damage.

Whoever wins the Contested Roll applies their damage to the other side. This is repeated until one side wins.

I will add more to this system as more serious stuff is encountered. For the time, Alex also rolls Bo3s in combat while enemies roll just once.

As for what Alex rolls, he can use his Physical, Mental, or Social modifier. Physical is brute force strategy, Mental means he tries to do a feint, and Social means he is trying to read the enemy and exploit a mistake, or something like that.

Alex HP: 8

Enemy Crab HP: 2

Special Perk - Hard Shell: Reduces damage taken by 1.

Alex grinned.

The grip on his sword tightened. His heart pumped. Although he had never thought himself a violent man, he could not deny himself the urge to use this newfound power. Was it that being surrounded by his personal harem made his testosterone run wild? Was it all the magic pumping through his blood? Was it just a base male desire that finally managed to run rampant?

The crab suddenly took a jagged turn. Using its sideways motion, it tried to avoid the massive male with the sword and instead went for the three women at the back. Tess, Selana and Charlotte followed with large eyes. Cowards they were not, but only fools would have stood fearlessly when a crab the size of a horse barrelled towards them.

The crab raised a pincer for a sweeping grab.

Alex stormed into the gap between the monster and his women.

In the black, beady eyes of the monster, Alex saw his reflection. Fast, so much faster than the grab, he raised his sword over his head. A single outstretched arm was enough to hold onto the massive blade, despite its sudden increase in weight.

CRACK!

BOOM!

A single cataclysmic swipe of Alex' weapon cracked the facimile of the rowboat, the shell it grew from, sliced through the pale meat and guts within, bifurcated the whole creature, broke the pincer as it was starting to move, and then slammed into the sand with enough force to create a short-lived cloud of scattering particles.

"Jesus…" "...fucking…" "...Christ!" The three women spoke one after another, while watching Alexander, their Master, lift the weapon effortlessly. A sideway swing caused the sticking guts and translucent lifeblood of the vanquished creature to splatter into the nearby sand.

Alex deliberately held the post and stared at the crab. He tried to play it off cool, but he could not keep himself from boasting. Hand trembling, he buried the tip of his weapon in the ground. "Holy shit," he said out loud and turned to his women. "Did I just do that?"

"Uhhhh… Yeah," Tess answered. "Yeah you… just split a giant crab in half with one swing, Master."

"I hereby declare you honourary Guts!" Selana shouted.

"Phew… big shoes to fill…" Alex rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand and gave the corpse another glance. He had really split the whole width of it. Not a clean cut, especially not around where he had cracked the carapace, but one cut through all the same. "Hopefully I won't be made miserable by all of the world though."

"I don't get the reference, but whatever is going to happen, I am pretty sure you can solve it," Tess was quick to assure. "Holy… I am actually shaking."

That made for all of them, although Alex was mostly back in control of himself. 'It's probably easier when you're the one with the big sword.' Once his hand was steady, he lifted the massive weapon on his shoulder again. "That will make for a good story to tell later."

"Uhm, what is your sword doing by the way?" Charlotte asked.

Alex glanced back at his weapon. Faint red trails were rising from the corpse of the monster and seeping into the weapon. The red veins on its spine pulsed with growing intensity, only to diminish back down to the usual, still impressive, levels. "It's gathering power to keep awakening my blood," he told them. "No, I do not know exactly what that means, I just know that it's what it is doing." He smirked. "See, this is why I touch everything."

The joke diffused the last bit of tension in the air.

"Let's get a berry snack and then head back to the tree," Alex suggested. "There's that one last area I want to check out, then we have surveyed this bit of the coast entirely."

"Sounds good," Tess agreed.

They moved east, inland. From their starting point, they could already see some of the bulbous bushes. Eating a few in passing, the party continued to move. Alex did want to see as much of it as possible. After encountering a giant crab, he wanted to be twice as certain that he knew what kind of wildlife he was dealing with.

SNAP!

Alex stopped and turned towards the sound. The origin was found in a deer. Only the large antlers of the brown-furred animal's head were visible. The rest were hidden under a piece of greenery. Its leg muscles constantly twitched.

SNAP!

'Is it eating the branches' Alex wondered.

"Is it just me or is that deer… off?" Tess mumbled.

The quiet question caused the animal's ears to rise. It pulled its head back just a bit, revealing a milky grey eye, shining invisibly with nihilism. Alex caught the clenching of the jaw muscles of the deer.

CRUNCH!

"GET BACK!" he shouted at his women and raised his sword. Alex did not need to have ever heard it person to recognize that hair-raising sound. It was different from wood breaking. It was wetter, fresher, more morbid - the breaking and grinding down of bone and cartilage.

"Mmmmmhhoooongreeeeeellllll," the deer gargled and pulled its head back. Sharp tooth for sharp tooth, it revealed a blood-soaked maw, curled into a horrid grin. "Mongrrrrrre-e-e—--" The creature coughed up chunks of what it had eaten, alongside several other, undigested meals. A whole, rotting squirrel carcass landed next to torn wings and shreds of larger animals. "MONGREL!" it screamed like a dying woman.

Then the deer lowered its head…

…and began to trot towards him.

Kill.

Alex had one fundamental impulse. A single step forwards by him was the deer's signal to charge. The sharp antlers were coming for Alex' chest. It was fast. Alex was fast enough to react. The head of the creature slammed against the quickly brought up broad of the greatsword.

Kill.

Alex shoved the creature back with all of this might. For all of its horrid appearance, the deer was no taller than the Titans' descendant midriff. Thrown back, the deer caught itself on his constantly twitching muscles.

Kill.

Alex turned the shove motion into raising his sword entirely. The deer only craved murder and rushed forwards again.

Kill.

The sword came down. Realizing the cataclysmic impact about to befall it, the deer tilted its head at the last moment. Rather than its skull, spine, and organs, it was only its right antler that were shattered under the impact of the Titanic weapon.

"Mooo-mooooooooo…nnnnn-" The deer stammered and fell back. "Mooonnnnnnngrrrrrr-rrrr-rrrrr—" Its voice turned into a strange clattering sound, like hollow tree branches beating together, or massive mandibles clacking. Its neck jittered, dislocated for a second, before snapping back into place with a horrid crunch. "Death," it whispered. "Death… Death… Death… to the Mongrel…."

Kill.

Alex HP: 9

Horrid Deer HP: 4

Alex went on the offensive.

The creature, if it had a mind, had not been prepared for it. Not for Alex to stop towards its terrifying appearance and not for him to use his hand. Moving swift, the Titans' descendant grabbed the shattered stump of the right horns and yanked with all of his might. The bone felt like dry wood under his hand, despite its hardness.

His strength forced the creature to stumble. The stumble gave him the space bring up his sword again. A sideway strike caught the creature in the side. 'Not strong enough!' Alex thought, feeling the impact reverberated. Fur was sliced open, blood spilled, and ribs broke, but the cut went no deeper.

The horrid deer was launched by the attack. As it flew, more of the contents of its stomach were evident. Rotting fish, crushed bird eggs, all swimming in a swoop of blood, fresh and stale.

The deer landed. Alex wanted to immediately follow up on his attack. Going into a flurry of bites and thrashing horn thrusts, it forced the man back before his offensive could begin. Taking in deep breaths, Alex stayed three paces away and glared at the still grinning creature. Its side had stopped bleeding.

'Is this thing even alive?' Alex managed to ask himself, between pumps of his heavy heart.

"Death… Willow… wills…" it whispered.

He had heard enough when he had heard the creatures first word. This was not something he could suffer to be animated!

A single step forwards was met once again with relentless aggression by the horrid deer. This time, Alex was prepared for it. In a motion as confident as it was brazen, he extended his hand. His vastly superior reach and greater control over his power let him backhand the creature.

The harsh smack broke the monster out of its rhythm, left it dazed and confused. It immediately went for the Titans' descendant again, just knowing what direction he was in. On this, Alex had relied.

Stepping aside, sword gripped with both hands, he raised the enormous weapon all the way up while the enemy sailed past him. Then, with one mighty warcry, he brought the weapon down with enough force to quake the earth.

And quake the earth it did. It shattered the second antler, then went further down through the neck of the deer. Separated head and body both fell, as if their strings had been cut.

Alex was not satisfied with that. He raised up his sword again and drove it through the separated head. Meat and bones were into splatter on the floor. Brainmatter oozed out of the cracked skull. It was a blinding white next to the sickening grey of the horn stump.

"What the fuck was that thing?" Selana shouted over.

"STAY BACK!" Alex screamed back, not even knowing if she had gotten any closer. There was something off about the remainders of the skull. 'The horns… they're not growing from the head!' His eyes darted over to the carcass, just as it rose up on wobbling legs. Two branches of dead, grey wood wiggled, extended from deep within the creature's gut.

Alex immediately went for another swing, but had to pull back when the branches extended into whipping tendrils. Miraculously, he managed to block the attacks on his retreat.

The two tentacles immediately spiraled together, forming a tight knot - a spiral column for a rapidly forming ribcage of grey wood. An approximation of hipbones filled out the neck stump of the formed deer. Red sap oozed with in a heartless chest. Creaking branches extended from shoulders, then broke twice to form the joints of arms. Last, on a crooked human neck, grew the disgusting fusion of a deer and human head.

"No… more… births…" the horrid centaur whispered in a sobbing woman's voice. "No - more - births!"

"What do you mean by that?" Alex asked, keeping his sword up. "What are you?"

The undead centaur moved strangely. Its wooden bits had an inhuman sway to them, like branches in a strong wind. Its flesh bits, however, continued to twitch and spasm, as if the muscles themselves were attempting to revolt against the control. The improperly fitting upper and lower jaw parted and clacked back together.

"Aih… Aih…" The creature's voice sounded dull and witless. "Aih… Aih…" It turned deep and male. "I… I wiaahhll…" Alex stared in shock when he recognized his own voice. "I… will… sleeeee…I will slay you. I will slay you. I will slay you. I will slay you."

The determined declaration he had himself made, when he had felt the life-denying presence in Amethyst's glade, send shivers down Alex's spine. For a moment, his concetration broke. The tip of his sword sunk just the slightest bit.

Shrieking, the creature rushed forwards. His sword was quickly brought back up again. The claws of the centaur, now near his equal in height, grabbed the sword. Was its strength greater than his?

"No more births, no more births, no more births, none more like you! None! Nowhere! Everywhere my roots shall reach!" The creature pulled back its head, the long neck curving to allow the sharp tip of its grey skull to snap forwards. "No - more - bi-"

A stone rod slammed into the side of the creature's head. The sudden attack threw the creature's own of course. A strange, raspy sound came from its un-throat. Silver light gleamed where it had been struck.

"YOU WILL NOT DENY ME MY CHILDREN!" Tess screamed and drew her arm back to deliver a second strike.

The centaur swiped at her with one of its arms, keeping her at bay. In doing so, the creature sacrificed its struggle against Alex. Twice as strong now that he had one of his women to protect, he shove the creature with such force that it fell over.

Hooves horridly kicked dirt. Grass turned grey and lifeless where the monster touched it. Alex' responsibility was to eradicate this blight on life and his own future. Aiming for the stomach, he swung down.

The upper body of the creature twisted into the way. The descending sword split it all the way to the strange hip bone that connected host and outgrowth. "AIEEEEP!" The creature screeched, swiping at Alex to make him back away.

Although it was not the hit he had wanted to secure, watching the creature fuse back together confirmed two things. One, that it had a weakness in the deer's body and, two, that its energy was not endless. Once healed up, the wooden torso was visibly thinner. Eventually a hit would kill it.

"Do not take a hit for me," Alex told Tess and the two other women who were doubtlessly looking for their own ways to be useful in this. "Harm is mine to take."

"I know you will protect me," Tess stated and slowly retreated from the direct engagement. She knew as well as him that a greatsword was not a precision instrument.

First and foremost, this was a duel.

But all was fair in love and war.

"ALL OUT!" Alex shouted, trusting his haremettes to do the right thing. Then, he stormed forwards.

Alex felt like he was a human whirlwind. The enormous sword created gusts with every broad swing. Previously he had attempted to be precise, now he gave his all to the momentum. Rather than wielding the weight of the sword, he merely guided it, let the pull move im along to minimize his gaps.

The creature attempted to find them anyway, while dancing backwards on its four legs. Taking advantage of its body, it always stayed in motion, riding around the naked swordsman. It knew that his muscles would have to give in eventually.

His motions did begin to slow. Alex breathed heavily. An overhead swing nearly stopped before he could bring it down. In that moment, the centaur struck.

And screeched when a cow-horned women tackled its hindlegs with all of her weight. The body of the deer was still just that and a fully frown woman of Selana's height was more than enough to destabilize and already weakened being like the undead centaur was.

Having learned its lesson, the creature did not immediately turn around. Instead, it made sure to deflect the exhausted blow by Alex first. Its neck joint cracked, the head turning by 180 degrees the moment after the Titanic sword slammed into the ground. Red eyes focused on Selana first, then snapped to Tess. The angelic goth once again approached, stone road in hand. The silver scar her first attack had created still glowed like the halo of the pale woman.

The torso swiveled like the head had. Raised claws at the ready to shred Tess, the monster waited for the attacker to step into its range. On the very last step, the black-haired woman planted her foot firmly and instead threw the heavy stone rod onto the other side of the centaur.

"Oof!" Charlotte groaned, catching the object at the last moment. Losing her balance for a split second, she lost enough time that the grounded centaur could turn half way around. One claw threatened to, if not stop, then at least inflict grievous injury to the tanned Frenchwoman.

Alex grabbed the wooden arm. "Whose woman do you think you're trying to touch?" he growled. Exhausted muscles screamed, an outcry utterly muted by adrenaline and protective instincts. The wood arm was torn out off the shoulder.

Simultaneously, Charlotte grabbed the stone rod with both hands and then rammed it deep into the deer's flank, where Alex' attack had made a gap in the fur earlier. The wooden head screeched and tried to hit the man in front of it with anything it still got. Selana grabbed the remaining arm from behind, Tess the head, and both woman used their olympic strength to keep the creature put while Alex raised his sword and plunged through the torso of the monster.

"DEATH! DEATH!" The creature screamed. Summoning what strength it had left, it threw Selana and Tess off of it. The cow-horned woman was thrown with enough force that she would have sailed for several metres, had she not gotten caught by her man. By virtue of fate or instinct, her ass was swiftly planted on Alex's left palm. Tess effortlessly rolled off the impact, using years of self-defense training. Charlott did much the same, barely dodging a kicking hoof. Both women came to a halt by Alex's feet.

Leaving his sword where it was,, run through the chest of the creature, Alex grabbed top of the monsters head with his right hand. His Titanic grip lend him the power for one last feat of the strength. No spine held the skull in place and he ripped it. A bit of neck dangled from it, as he held it far above the body. Accumulated damage was too much. One last shiver went through it. The monster's finally dead remains slumped to the side.

Alex was left standing uninjured, trophy raised on high, one brave haremette and her fat tits pressed against his broad chest, the other two all but hugging his muscular legs.

Flawless Victory!

"Go us!" Charlotte declared. "That was awesome! We did good, right, Alex? Alex?"

"One moment," he muttered in response. "I am… feeling that call again."

"Oh great, he's getting even stronger," he heard Tess sarcastically drawl. The sound was distant, as if heard through a long corridor.

Alex was sinking into his soul. The first few times it had felt like he was in freefall and drowning simultaneously. This time, it was a controlled descend into that network of roots that was his bloodlines. What had once been a dark place filled with withered branches was now a pleasantly warm chamber where what was him and what could be him met.

The other him was also there, further away and yet closer than ever. The dividing line between them was breaking down. When would it be fully gone?

No answer to that question. Only a multitude of veins that offered him their power. Many entities looked at him from the outside, the original or current existences at the apex of their respective kind. Alex could see some of them blurrily. The radiance of the greatest of all angels. The twisting, self-devouring maw of the Demon Sultan. The enormous humanoid figure of the strongest Titan. Everyone else was a distant presence, less a corporeal entity than a shadow cast on a wall.

They were pleased with what he had done, for reasons that he could only guess at. However, they were not the one bestowing him power. This awakening was his own. Like muscles grown through effort, so too did the supernatural might that was locked away stir in response to his achievements.

Alex pointed at a dried out vein. It was a deep purple, mixed with an infernal red. "That one," he decreed and it swelled to life. Controlled, he rose from his own soul a moment later.

Moans greeted him back in reality.

Alex looked down. Infernal power was burning marks into the skin of his torso, all the way from his shoulders to his cock. It was a pleasantly tingling process. Considering how they shifted, the way his women wound where they sat, it must have been manifold more pleasant for them. A fragment of his newfound might found a willing place to settle in them, searing a mark above their wombs - his mark.

"Oh, fuuuuck, Master!" Selana moaned, her gushing cunt drenching his fingers. The brand rewarded them for them agreeing for it to be placed on them. Such was the new magic Alex possessed.

"Wh-aaahhh-t is this now?" Tess was now actually hugging his leg.

"In—cubussssss?" Charlotte guessed.

"Accurate," Alex said with a proud little grin, then reached out to the marks. He had an innate connection to them, which told him in what direction and roughly how far he had to go to find his women. Not a great benefit at the moment. All three that were immediately branded were pressed against his skin. The other ability of the mark was more fun. Extending his will, he reduced the sensitivity of his women to nothing.

""Huh?"" All three voiced their surprise at the sudden clarity. Then, all three cried out in renewed pleasure as he moved the magic the opposite way. Twice, thrice, five times, eight times, ten times - that was the maximum. Every last bit of sexual sensitivity was elevated tenfold. Just the movement of the air made the women tremble.

He dialed it back down to normal levels. "I figured it was appropriate for my lifestyle," he explained his decision and put Selana down. The three womb tattoos between them were not the same. Each was a masterwork crest of magic that Alex did not understand in the slightest beyond what instincts told him. It would shift in both form and colour over every single day. What would not change was that it would always decorate their lower abdomens, right above their wombs, and that they marked those wombs (and the women around them) as his willing property. Willing was the operative word. It was a sort of contract.

"Can't say I disagree, Master," Tess said.

"Fuck… fuck I have womb tattoo… fuck that is so hot… fuck!" Selana was going through some kind of revelation of the kinky variety.

"It does look pretty hot," Charlotte agreed. "Anything else ya wanna tell us that you are able of doing now, swirly chest?"

A weird nickname, but not entirely unfitting given the demonic marks on his own chest. They were purely decorative for him, as far as he could sense. "The more you swallow my cum, the more sensitive your throat will get."

"...That's a joke…right?" Charlotte asked.

He shook his head.

"THAT'S a joke, right?" the French tomboy asked, then laughed when he shook his head again. "You are face fucking me until I squirt, big guy!"

"Later," he promised. The prospect of slowly making every last sex slave in his harem a comfort hole who did not just enjoy serving, but came both in the process of doing so and when they swallowed his seed was deeply pleasing. "8 days," he muttered, then looked at the corpse. "Incredible how quickly things can change."

"Right, let us put the pleasure aside for a moment - what was that?" Tess knew she would not get a proper answer, so she added. "Any guesses?"

Selana swallowed to get herself under control. It mostly worked, albeit a finger kept tracing the lines of her new brand. "To state the obvious: it was undead, it is involved in us not being able to get pregnant, and it probably was just possessing that deer?"

"It definitely was," Alex told him. "The horns were outgrowths of two tendrils that came from the stomach." He looked at the deer. "I want to check. Keep a hold of that rod in case an Alien jumps at me."

"Always wanted to punt one of those," Charlotte joked and kept the rod at the ready while Alex opened up the deer's stomach.

It reeked. More things were rotting inside it. That not even maggots lived inside the stomach of that creature only made it all more morbid. What Alex was looking for, he found after some careful prodding with a stick.

It was a seed, of sorts. A rough looking thing, shaped like those found in an apple, but with a texture more akin to birchwood. It was grey. From the split top, the two tendrils emerged. Its size made it surprising the deer would have tried to eat it, but evidently it had. Either that or something forced it down the gullet of the animal. Alex was not sure which possibility was more terrifying.

"The Death Willow…" Alex muttered and glanced at his women. "I still don't feel fertile - do any of you?" Shaken heads denied the question. "Which means this was just… what? A scout? A freakish breakout?"

"It said 'everywhere my roots may reach'," Tess thought out loud. "So we are almost certainly dealing with some kind of tree?"

"I definitely think so," Alex confirmed, then sighed and got up. "No use to speculate too much. At the very least we know that something is deliberately denying births though."

"Can we just leave this here?" Charlotte gestured at the whole corpse.

"I think so. Look." Alex pointed at the severed head of the creature. He had dropped it in the grass a little bits away from the corpse. "Where the creature moved while it was alive, the plants withered. Everything around the head is still green."

"Could just be inert?" Tess suggested, but none of them believe it. The dread was well and truly gone. "I wonder if the other dangerous wildlife is related to this?" That was also denied on intuition, although they could not be certain there. "What do we do now, Master?"

That was an excellent question.

"I suppose we just… go on with our day. Little of it as is left."

"That's a pleasant surprise," Charlotte said.

"Absolutely," Alex agreed and gazed out at the tree. It was much closer than they would have hoped for at this hour. That stream that had delivered them across the strait in the morning must have continued throughout the day and now the tree was getting pushed along by it. Considering the amount of surface that the tree roots had, the effect on the slow moving thing was quite impressive. "It will probably get here by nightfall. Looks like we won't have to swim out."

"Neato," the swimmer declared. "Sooooooo can't wait for them all to see all the stuff we roll up with today!" She gestured at Alex' height, his new chest tattoos, the sword, her own womb tattoo, and the skull of the creature. After some deliberation, Alex had decided to keep it as a trophy. He trusted their eldritch servant to toss it out if it turned out to be a threat.

"What do we do for the rest of the day?" Tess asked, her tone as calm as ever. "Obviously the answer is: whatever you want, Master. Just wondering what the details on that are."

"You are being extra submissive right now," Alex noted

"Dude." Selana gestured at all the things Charlotte just had. "Come on. This is the kind of day that actual legends are written about."

"I suppose that is what we have Ashley for?" Alex wondered. "We should probably prepare to be needled with questions about the details."

"Obviously we can all agree that I delivered the most important blow to the monster," Charlotte fake-boasted. "Not at all Tess' brave intervention that saved Alex from an injury and, let's be honest, the man barely did anything anyway."

"Women get it done," the sarcastic drawl of the angelic goth had the other two women chuckle. "Anyway, what are we doing?"

A good question.

"Let's just keep it relaxed and make sure this strip of coast is safe." Alex rolled his massive shoulders. He was not quite yet over the base enjoyment of how big he felt - was. "We have done a whole lot in a single day. Do you still have that fairy seed by the way?"

Everyone looked to Charlotte.

"Shhhhhhhit!" the vixen cursed.

Disadvantage number one of having to carry everything with their hands was definitely that they could just leave things in the dirt by accident. It was no harm in this case, as Charlotte remembered dropping it when they had fought the Death Willow creature. Getting back there was barely an inconvenience, finding it easy, and then they went back to the shore. They sat, they patrolled, they made love, and they joked about how they should present the story for maximum effect.

The sun was setting when their house tree dragged itself ashore. One final step of the many roots and then the plant as a whole decided that it was done for the day. Burying itself into the sandy soil, the red-leaved tree let out a relieved sigh, like athletes did after putting the weights down.

Alex was seated against a big rock and waited. With the tree now planted in place, it was only a matter of time until his harem came out to stretch their legs. Spending an entire day stuck in there could not have been too awful, but besides sex, naps, working out, eating and chatting, there could not have been too much to do.

It did indeed come true that the first couple of haremettes left through the doorway. They poked their heads out, finding Charlotte, Tess and Selana walking up to the entrance. Smirking, Alex watched the conversation from a distance. He knew what was being said without hearing it. Questions were doubtlessly asked about the womb marks and only avoiding answers given. Tess used her leverage in the group to silence the questions. Instead, the message that they should come see Alex outside was spread.

Initially only about half of the harem had come out to stretch. Once the word went around, it was all of his girls that moved towards the man of the island. "Alright, so what's the big news?" Jane asked. Her eyes were already scanning him. She and everyone with her was already noting the new marks on his torso and forearm. Some of the more keen eyed haremettes, Ashley first among them, was clearly noticing more.

"Big news is an apt choice of words." Alex put a hand on one knee and then, with deliberate slowness, rose to his new height. Eyes went wide when it dawned on them just how tall he had gotten.

Just when they started to recover from the surprise, the earth to Alex' right cracked up. Handle first, his greatsword shot up from the gap. Effortlessly, the Titans' descendant raised it with the single hand onto its typical place on his shoulder.

"I had a very productive day," he told them.

"Our children will rule the fucking world," Evelyn declared and fell to her knees in front of him. There was worship in that gesture, but mostly she did it to be the first to kiss his cock. Granted, she was less kneeling and more upright on her knees. His height really was something.

"I could suck that standing," Ashley mumbled.

"I have to suck that standing!" Kiara realized out loud. The Irish dwarf's head was basically on the same level as Alex' crotch. "I don't know if that's hot or horrid?"

"Speaking of horrid," the man of the island put the sword down. He needed one hand free to keep Evelyn from going full comfort hole. She was not that good at sucking cock yet, but Alex had learned earlier today that there was a way where there was arousal. His other hand reached for the skull that they had hidden behind the crest of the rock.

The view of the undead wood creature dialed down the growing lust immediately. Everyone was getting gradually more used to oddities. Still, there was a big gulf between large starfish/cute animal ears and misshapen undead monstrosities formed from grey wood and crimson amber.

"We'll go through in order of what happened today," Alex decided and everyone nodded. A gesture of him had everyone sit down in a large circle. Noticing Janette's intense staring, the Titans' descendant handed the skull over to her for inspection. "Anything you make of it?" he asked her specifically. Since she was another wood-horned entity, maybe she had some instinctual insights.

Janette turned the thing in her hands for a while, then shook her head. "No." She handed it towards her seat neighbour. One after another, the women took a look at it.

Simultaneously, Alex recounted the events of the day. Landfall, the small meteorite, the big obelisk, the little patch of fae-blessed land, the box with survival gear, the giant crab and finally the dread thing that they had fought. He kept most of it short, since it was that last point that really mattered.

"Our primary goal on these islands is clear then," Evelyn spoke grimly. "Kill the Death Willow."

Alex gave that a deep nod. "That seems to be what we should do, yes. If we can gather some more intel about who or what it is, then we will take it."

Sara cleared her throat. "Fundamentally… I… uhm… do not think that anything screaming 'no more births' is likely to be a good moral agent."

"We don't even have to go there!" Charlotte said loudly. "You weren't there, Sara, that deer thing was fucked. Like, it was arguably scarier before it grew the weird torso." Everyone looked at her weirdly - everyone but Tess and Selana.

"No, no, this time she has a point," the gothic tomboy defended her fellow athlete.

"Yeah, don't get me wrong, that thing was dangerous." Selana pointed at the skull. "It's just that a sick deer with sharp teeth looks really, really wrong."

"Ignoring what was worse," Alex continued on. "The Death Willow is, I have no doubt about this, the enemy of life. I like being alive, especially recently." He smiled at all of them. "Therefore it is my enemy."

"Our enemy," Jane stated, to universal agreement.

A short moment of silence, then Yahui switched the topic. "Forgive the question, but I cannot fail to notice that you have not yet mentioned the nature of those marks?" She gestured at the prominent brands on the women that had traveled with Alex that day. "What are they?"

"A surprise, for now," Alex told them all and got up again. "First, I want to strengthen the tree. Then we will do further revelations. Janette, can you come with me?"

The martial artist nodded stoically and got up. Since she was the one closest bonded to the tree, he sat it as only appropriate to have her tag along while he took the fairy seed to the core of the tree. The pulsing crystal heart was located near their bedchamber in the canopy.

Offering the energy in the seed to the tree itself was as simple as pressing the former against the latter's core. The seed turned into crystal, fused to what was already there. A shiver of delight went through the exhausted plant.

One shiver turned into a tremble and a tremble into a pulse. Janette placed a hand on the smooth wall of the chamber and showed a rare smile. "Grow," she whispered encouragingly. "Beat strong."

The pulses intensified, accelerated, and the walls creaked. Alex felt the growth of their home through his own connection with it. The chamber they were in expanded in equal measure to the tree at large. Willingly, gaps opened within the body of wood, creating more hallways and rooms, staircases and magical facilities.

It took well over 20 minutes for the transformation to finish and when it had, Alex and Janette stepped out into a corridor twice as wide and lit by amber crystals hanging from the ceiling in smooth teardrop shapes. Just making their way down, they could already see the great increase in scope. It was no longer a singular, spiraling corridor that went from the bottom of the tree up to the bedroom, but a great network of pathways. As soon as they had picked up the rest of the harem at the bottom of the tree, they explored.

Their home was now truly luxurious. Rooms that they were used to now had a facsimile of proper furniture inside them. Tables and chairs, sinks and countertops all could be found. Where water flowed, the tree reacted to the wished for temperature, offering a range from near freezing to body temperature.

Perhaps the most important change was the existence of additional bathrooms. No longer would they all have to await their turn. There was one of each of the five floors of the tree now and each floor also had its own smaller bedroom and a balcony door. Said balconies were woven constructs of twig, moss, and amber, nestled between great branches of the enormous, red-leaved tree.

Going all the way down, they found a cellar. A room with only artificial light, cold and yet dry, it would be optimal to store certain things. Then, they made their way back up to the Master bedroom.

It was unchanged. The white sheets covered an area no larger than before and it was good that way. Any larger and they could have scattered out so much it would have qualified as a hall. Like this, under the dome, was perfect.

"And now, it's time for you to find out what the brands are about," Alex announced.

Immediately after he had spoken, Alex extended his newfound semen-dispenser demon powers into the network of souls that was his harem. They would have felt a little tingling first, a sensation that they could have recoiled from. None did and so the moans of the branding soon echoed in the bedroom.

Tomboys tall and short collapsed where they stood. Pure pleasure was scorching their souls with submissive delight. Even as the many shapes of their Master's brand manifested on the skin above their wombs, they were subject to his new influences. Eyes went from wide to rolled up as sensitivity was driven to its maximum.

While most of the harem of submissive tomboys writhed in the sheets, struggling not to touch themselves without his permission, the trio that had accompanied him over the day were just lucid enough to still act.

Just walking up to him made Tess and Selana moan loudly. Thick thighs brushing against their cunts, they managed to retain their balance just long enough to fall against him. The moment their huge tits squished against him, they came. His body heat against their now hyper-sensitive nipples was enough.

Charlotte took one more step, seemingly ready to fall to her knees in front of him and worship his cock. "No," he said and grabbed her by the waist. The French tomboy just moaned, the multiplied arousal she experienced too much for her to be anything but putty in his hands. "I've had enough of your throat for now."

On their own, those words were denial. Combined with the grip he had on her hips, another meaning was made clear. Alex picked the bottom-heavy swimmer up with the same ease with which he wielded his new sword. What challenge was lifting a sex slave for a Titans' descendant?

"Fuck!" Charlotte shouted once she had been raised to the height of his cock. It was not a word, just a word-shaped exclamation of a woman in heat. His superhuman grip kept her secure in the air, her impressive core strength doing the rest to make her a gorgeous example of trained female physique. The sculpted peeks and valleys of her midriff and the shape of her thighs were a fruit of her efforts. The excessive drooling her of her cunt was a manifestation of instincts as animalistic as the extra pair of ears growing from her brown head.

Alex thrust against her. His cock was as hard as granite as it glided over the swollen mons of the French cocksleeve. Repeating the gesture a few times, he coated the underside of his cock in the slick mixture of pussy juices and drooling precum. The sex slave let out eager grunts. Mouth agape, she grinned when he pulled back a little further and aligned himself properly.

The shapely breasts of the swimmer bounced when he impaled her harshly. Charlotte's cunt was still stretched from the many times he had used her over the course of the day, especially the last four hours. That her walls still remembered his shape and that his seed was still sloshing around in her womb made her the perfect appetizer while he waited for everyone else to acclimatize to the additional control he now had over their bodies.

'But why limit myself to one hole?' Alex asked himself. "Selana, Tess, Kneel."

Slurred noises came from their lips. Graciously interpreted, they could have meant 'Yes, Master' The two cocksleeves dropped into the sheets and crawled to their Master's front, while he adjusted the grip he had on Charlotte.

The French swimmer was pulled towards his chest. By instinct, she wrapped her arms around his neck once he was in range. Eyes glassy with heat, she gazed up. Her open mouth was an invitation, her outstretched tongue and heavy panting a plea. Alex was gracious enough to lower his head and find her lips in a deep kiss.

Alex' thumbs touched just above her navel. Tongues whirled while he was making her bounce on his cock with heavy thrusts and the might of his arms. At times, it outright looked like Charlotte was flying. The intensity was too much and she threw her head back, breaking the kiss.

Somehow, Charlotte had made it so far without orgasming. The female body was a mystery sometimes. Whether it was a psychological blocker or a mere happenstance of hyper-sensitivity having odd side effects, she had not climaxed - until that second. When Alex next made her plunge down on his cock, all of the pleasure that had been building up manifested in a cock-clenching climax, forcing Alex to stop as she squirted all over their joined sexes.

While the bliss was melting Charlotte's brain, Alex adjusted his grip. Two full heads taller than her and imbued with powers that made physics a flexible matter, he could easily keep her up with one hand. More than that, he could lift her by the hips.

Pussy juice was still raining down in ecstatic gushes when Alex slipped out of her. His free hand found a good place to rest on Selana's head. The cow woman outright shouted in pleasure upon being grabbed harshly. Following screams were muffled by the hard cock that filled her throat.

Selana was his fuck hole of choice for no more and no less than a minute of merciless use. He did not let her breath. An athlete like her could hold her breath and a natural comfort hole certainly knew to subordinate the need for air to the need to please. Proof of that was found in the hungry gasp the twitching cocksleeve let out when he did leave her throat. Her mouth remained agape to immediately be used again. Thick drops of drool mixed with precum fell on her fat tits.

Charlotte had mostly stopped twitching. The orgasm that had hit her was out of the mundane realm and in whatever world they now dwelled in. Spearing her stretched quim, he aimed to do it to her all over again.

Just watching him pound her standing made the other women in the room moan. Every time the titan of a man made the normally sized woman bounce, the clap echoed in the entire room. There was no second explosive orgasm. The dam had been broken. Charlotte was gushing constantly. Every plunge was another peak in her journey through the valley of consensual slavery.

A second smack joined the regular rhythm. The empty hand spanked Charlotte's plump rear. The bottom-heavy sex toy screamed in delight at the abuse of her jiggling rear. Ten harsh spanks and Alex pushed her back up to that absurd and gorgeous level of pure ecstasy that made every muscle in her body tense and her eyelids flutter.

Grasping her ass with the spanking hand, he lifted her between the convulsions of her glove-tight cunt. His cock slipped out and smacked down straight onto the ready face of Tess. The angel had put herself in the proper position: on her knees. She was swiftly rewarded by having her silky black hair bunched up in his tight fist.

"Good fucking girls," Alex grunted, his domineering attitude heightened by the sweet pheromones in the air. He stuffed his cock down the goth woman's throat, treating the depths of her upper hole the same way a CEO did his personal parking spot. Using her without a second thought, he pounded and pounded and she was ecstatic about it. Lips were tight, her throat vibrated with constant moans. She was climaxing, just as Selana had been climaxing. His magic worked fast at making their throats more sexually sensitive.

Slipping out of her as soon as Charlotte had calmed again, Alex impaled his private slut for the third and last time. His cum was urging to be released and the rest of his harem was writhing in need for his attention. It would have been cruel to use more of his time and cum on the three women that had spent the whole day with him.

Charlotte was made to bounce for another half minute, before Alex could hold on no longer. No further was needed either. The French tomboy was in a mindbroken state of total submission. She barely possessed the tension to keep holding onto him. A cumdump was truly all she was at that moment. The last remnants of her energy were summoned when the first spurt of seed filled her.

Toes curling, back arching, she hung from Alex' neck like a ship's figurehead. For three whole seconds, she was just that rigid, before the trembles started. Trembles turned into intense waves of relaxation and renewed tension. All the while, spurt for spurt, his seed pumped into her depths. Lavishing tongues worshiped the tensing sack.

Alex pulled out of the vixen just after the main course of his climax had finished. His cock and the semen still in the shaft were for Tess and Selana to clean up and enjoy. Holding onto Charlotte, the man of the island and Master of the harem let his eyes drift across the women around him.

It was time to demonstrate the throat-adjusting effects of his cum to the rest of the harem. 'Who gets to be the lucky submissive to swallow a few loads?' he asked himself, then chuckled at the statement. 'Not a hint of irony in that thought… God, I do love what this island has done for me.'

Picking one of the women that already loved sucking cock would have been redundant. Simultaneously, using one of his sex slaves that had no experience and little enthusiasm would have dragged the example out too much. He needed a middleground and that middleground he found in the attractive form of the cat-eared climber.

"Valeria, over here." His order reached the half-black Latina and made her tremble. Before she had been claimed by him, the climber had been a high-functioning nymphomaniac. Now she was was a high-functioning nymphomaniac that had her sensitive multiplied several times over. All of her stoic attitude was melted away and left behind a set of holes eager to live out the kinks that complimented his own so well. "I'll use your throat to relieve myself a couple of times. You do not mind, do you?"

"Never, Master," Valeria answered directly, although without the expected swoon. She was happy to be his cocksleeve, but would have preferred getting her cunt stuffed. She did not know what was in store for her. That was part of why he had chosen her. Another was that he was getting a grasp on what kinks his women had beyond the shared submissive masochistic baseline.

"Everyone watch this carefully!" Alex announced. The order changed little about the dynamics in the bedroom, but it made Valeria's breath hitch for a short moment. The exhibitionist tendencies were practically written on her face.

The red lips of the dark brown woman parted as his cock approached. Tess and Selana had shuffled to the side, watching with knowing glee when the Master of the harem helped himself to the olympic climber's throat. His large hands held the tall woman's head between them. Short, soft hair was pressed under his grasping palms.

The harsh grasp and universal attention made Valeria purr. Literally, the cat-eared woman purred, creating vibrations around Alex's cock that went beyond that of simple moans. 'Fuck, I want to just stay in that throat,' he thought, barely holding himself back. He had chosen Valeria because she was middling both in terms of skill and enthusiasm when it came to giving him head. "Concentrate on making me cum," he ordered.

Valeria nodded, picking up the pace from the usual. It was a mark of skill to draw out pleasure. Making a man cum quick was pretty easy. All Valeria had to do was focus on the sensitive glans with her tongue, while stroking his length with her hands.

Alex interrupted that service when it pleased him, fucking her face for as long and hard as she could take. It was never long or very hard. Valeria tried to take it, but her gag reflex was not yet so subdued that he could use her comfort hole like it was just a warm and wet sleeve.

Between her efforts and his use of her throat, he still reached the point of no return within a few minutes. Red lips wrapped tightly around the border between head and and shaft, she stroked his manhood so quickly her hand was a blur. A hard grunt escaped him just as the first spurt of thick cum entered Valeria's mouth. "Swallow it all," he pressed out mid-orgasm.

The permission granted, the sex slave gulped down his seed as it came - and so did she. The magic imbued in his cum gave the short-haired woman the orgasm she so desperately craved. Green eyes rolled up. She quivered all over. Obediently, she kept on swallowing. Her trembling hand kept on working on work every drop out of him.

As soon as her aftershocks were starting to fade, Alex forced his cock down her throat again. Valeria's surprise was muffled by the girthy rod stretching her throat. One of his big hands on the back of her head, he kept her pinned down for a few seconds longer than he would have previously dared. When he gave her the space to retreat, she did so with diminished hurry.

But hurry there still was. Valeria pulled back from his cock panting heavily. She coughed. Thick, gooey strands connected his cock with her red lips. She caught her breath. "What…?" she started to ask, then shook her head. A good girl like her knew to keep questions for after she had fulfilled her Master's order. She was to be his relief tool for several loads and she had only gotten one so far.

Valeria wrapped her full lips around his cock again and went down. A curiosity lay in the way she took him down to the base. Eyelids fluttered as pleasure hit her. Alex knew that it was more than the remaining taste of his seed that was stimulating her now.

Leveraging his grip on her head again, their previous game was repeated. For short stretches, he used her throat as he pleased. When her gag reflex inevitably kicked in, he let her worship the head of his cock and stroke the shaft. Valeria was getting better at as he watched. Not a huge surprise, she was getting dedicated time to train and to prove that she was a good submissive under the eyes of the entire rest of the harem.

Alex was thrusting in and out of her mouth again when it happened. Valeria's body twitched occasionally, then suddenly seized up entirely. Large breasts swaying, wide hips wiggling, the dark-skinned cocksleeve came where she knelt. Her hands grasped at nothing. Fingers wiggled in the air, lending no stimulation to her other than the cock that was gliding in and out of her throat.

The sign of change made Alex grin and put him right up to the edge of his next release. Pulling back until he was almost out of her, he repeated his earlier order. "Swallow it all!"

The three words reminded Valeria of her duties as relief tool. Despite her orgasmic quivers, she managed to grasp his manhood and feverishly stroke him. Her tongue circled pleasurably around the engorged head of his cock, coaxing more and more cum out of him. His seed fuelled the continuation of her climax, making her eyelids flutter while she swallowed every last drop.

When Alex thrust into her throat again, the aftershocks that had begun to ebb away came back with a blissful vengeance. There was no surprise in her moan that time, only pleasure. Hard and fast, Alex pounded her face, only stopping and pulling out when the twitching of her throat took on that urgent character.

Valeria did not let him pop out of her lips. Her nostrils flared. Lungs pumped air in and out. After just a few breaths, she had steadied herself again enough to go down again. She took him all the way into her throat once more. The tip of her nose pressed into his groin. She moaned intensely, moving her head in tiny circle. His hard rod rubbed up against her tight, wet, hot walls. She was purring throughout all of it.

There was a limit to it. Valeria glided up. She paid close attention to his head again. As soon as she had somewhat stabilized, Alex took charge again, thrusting into the depths of the comfort hole. He was truly fucking her face now. Every time he plunged into her, his balls audibly smacked against her chin.

When she reached the limit of what she could take, he pulled back again. She stopped shortly, then did what he had done to her to herself. She was craving his cock in her throat now, lusting for it. Before she had swallowed the first load less than a fourth of the time had been spent with his cock in her throat. Before she had swallowed the second load, it had been less than half. Now, whether it was because he was fucking her face or because she sucked him in as deep as he could go, he was causing her neck to bulge two-thirds of the time.

And Valeria came.

Two times while his cock was in the depths of her upper hole, the sex slave's body tensed up. She could barely do more than bob during those stretches, losing the majority if not all of her motor control. Each was an orgasm every bit as genuine as her getting pounded into the white sheets.

Alex was moving with the intent of another swift release. His blessed balls only aided in that endeavor. That his blessing to have never ending seed was angelic in nature had delightfully no consequences whatsoever, despite this new boon stemming from a demon's bloodline. Whatever the origin, the powers were his and he eagerly spread them to his submissives.

"Swallow - it - all!" he roared, pumping another load into Valeria's mouth. The cocksleeve did. His sacred seed spurred on the sixth orgasm she had gotten since he had started using her and only half of them had been caused in that manner. A ratio that would drop further.

This time Alex did not wait for Valeria's aftershocks to stop. He hammered back into her. He did not stay in the depths of her throat either. Instead, he immediately pulled back and slammed back in. Over and over again he repeated this, truly fucking Valeria's face now until her muffled moans became a silent scream and she squirted. Under the eyes of the entire harem, the previously mediocre cocksucker squirted from having her mouth used like a cunt by the one and only dom of the harem.

There was still a gag reflex there. It was greatly diminished now that her throat was this sensitive to pleasure. The positive stimulation overpowered the obstructive impulse. A couple more loads and Valeria's growing skill would do the rest.

While giving the comfort hole a moment to catch her breath and ride out of her pussy-gushing climax, Alex explained what had happened. "One of my new blessings is that of an incubus. Every time you swallow my cum, your throat will get more sensitive." He let his gaze wander over all of his sex slaves, diminishing the effect of the womb tattoo for long enough that his words could sink into their minds. "In just a few days time, all of you will be just as eager to serve me with your comfort holes as you are to get fucked."

There was one woman in the room that found that news particularly exciting.

"Cum down my throat right now, Master!" Blair declared and crawled over. The premiere cumslut of the harem was ready to defend her title - or she was just proving that she was never going to lose it even if everyone else caught up to her. "Use my throat, train my throat, fill me with your delicious cum!"

Hearing the red-skinned redhead talk like that made Alex hum in satisfaction. "Astrid, be a good girl and join us!" he called out to the blonde fairy.

"Yes, Master!" she answered enthusiastically.

Just a few moments later, Alex' cock was at the receiving end of a triple blowjob. He treated himself to the visual feast of their tongues gliding over his shaft. Velvety lips caressed his sack, sucking gently and kissing the still full storage of seed. There was plenty left to give. He had never felt mightier in his life. How could he have, when he had never been such a towering titan before?

He used Valeria first again, pounding her face to really showcase that he meant what he said. Then, he let Blair suck his cock. The cumslut was already perfectly capable of orgasming from the act, especially with her sensitivity cranked up to a supernatural degree. The desire for more was written all over her face. Similarly, Astrid, who struggled to take his cock down her throat, desired absolutely to be the kind of cocksleeve Alex loved the most.

"I want all of you to love sucking my cock as much as I love watching you do it," he announced to his harem. "There's no better blowjob that one that makes my sex slaves feel even better than me."

The announcement caused collective swooning by the incredibly aroused harem. "It was in that moment that we all, once more, collective realized that he was our Master not because he was tall and handsome and strong and powerful and a whole host of other things. That he was all of those things certainly helped, they helped a lot, and we knew that he would not have been our Master without at least a few of them. Above all, the reason why we loved to submit to him, was that he made submitting so easy. There was no worry he would exploit the trust and power we gave him, because he only ever care to make us sex slaves."

Ashley rambled down the entire paragraph she was formulating in her head. Even when he stared directly into her dark eyes, she kept on talking. The petite Asian woman was just too turned on to care.

Alex wanted to exploit that fact.

First, he finished up with the triple blowjob. A short affair in principle but a lengthy one in fact. Blair and Astrid each deserved their own load to experience the changes firsthand and giving it to them took some time. It did not stay at one either. Alex trained their throats one after another, until he could face fuck the three interchangeably.

By the end, Astrid was a wonderful throat fuck, Valeria was almost as much of a cumslut as Blair had started as, and Blair herself was just… insatiable. Alex borderline had to fight to let the true cumslut breathe when he was pounding her face.

"I loooooove youuuuuuu," the fiery redhead slurred, utterly cockdrunk, after he popped out of her mouth.

"I love you too," Alex told her with a honest smile, then gave her a gentle shove. She fell over, joining Valeria and Astrid on the bed. All three had their throats pounded to enough orgasm to put them out of commission for the orgy.

And Alex still had most of his harem to please.

"I will train all of your throats in the coming days," he promised. "A change of pace though. Everyone but Ashley, I want you to line up on all fours. Present your gorgeous asses to me."

That order went out to nine haremettes.Janette, Yahui, Sara, Jane, Kiara, Amethyst, Sofia, Niara and Evelyn ended up ass to ass. Individual size differences were fascinatingly made a non-factor by the mattress shifting underneath them, raising them up so their rears form a line at the height of Alex' crotch.

'Convenient,' the titanic man thought as he got behind Janette. The dryad wiggled her rear, an invitation to ignore. His hard cock pushed into her eager folds, making her squirt on entrance. 'It makes things almost too easy,' Alex thought with a smile, feeling the hyper-sensitive cunt clench around his cock. 'Two minutes each at a maximum before I pound their brains out. I'll use this more sparingly in the future.' "Ashley, I want you to describe intimately what you see while I fuck your fellow sex slaves silly. Tell us all what is going into that book of yours."

"Oh yes!" Ashley blushed, a part of her still lucid enough to be shy. Her mouth was already running though. "Janette was usually such a cold and competitive woman that I could never quite believe just how happy she looked when Master pounded her. Any form of abrasiveness melted off her face and she just became like the rest of us: a totally horny cunt, ready to be fulled up by Master.

"Yahui… Yahui was grace. Balanced steps and fluid motions, an embodiment of cat-like certainty in every step. I remembered the day I first watched her perform clearly. It was a mesmerizing display of confidence. Watching such a woman find her place in animalistic ecstasy made my pussy run like a waterfall - if you pardon my French.

"I always thought of Sara as a bit of a kindred soul. Shy, yet focused on her work. As a tennis played, she was a bit out of her depth in this environment. Not as much as me though. Unlike me, she was athletic, and her skill at handling balls translated very well to having her fat ass clapped by our shared Owner.

"Whenever I watched Jane getting pounded by Alex, our beloved Master, I felt a silly bit of envy. The arched, now an elven archer, was always the serious sort, yet had such a beautiful relationship with him even before they had met not as friends but as lovers on this island. More than the envy for their relationship. I had an envy for her red hair and wide hips though.

"Kiara… oh, fuck, Kiara. What a gorgeous smug, sassy short bitch. I use bitch as a compliment, I really, really do. I suppose brat would be even more appropriate though, considering all of her compliments are just so that Master pounds her even harder. Watching her eyes roll up in her head while he spanks her obscenely large ass is just the best. Master knows how to treat us and that shortstack had my height and enough squish for the two of us. Maybe that was why I was so mousey? Pun intended.

"Amethyst, Master's contracted nature spirit, was the newest in the harem and the oddest out of all of us. Granted, I have seen enough hentai to love where all of this was going. He pounded her from behind, making her scream like all the others before. Thrust for thrust, she's losing her vocabulary until the only thoughts that remain are 'cock' and 'Master'. He has a talent to make us relax to that point, to make our brains swim in nothing but endorphins.

"Braver than I could ever be, Sofia confessed to wanting to be Master' sex slave of her own volition. Oh, how he spoils her for it. His hand grabs her brown hair from behind and pulls, while he hammers away at her. She looks tiny. It's not that she's short like me, it's just that our Master is that much of a man. It's written on her face and clear in every note of the melody of her orgasmic screams that her only regret in life is that she did not become a set of holes for him earlier. There is no woman in the room that thinks otherwise.

"Truth be told, I know little about Naira. I try to entangle her in conversations regularly and it scarcely works. Not much of a talker. Not much a screamer either. Out of all of the cunts our Owner slated his endless lust with, she was the quietest. Her body said it all though. Those wiry muscles under her desert-made skin shifted while her petite breasts tried to ripple half as much as her fat ass did.

"Last and definitely not least in the line was Evelyn. Eight women laid, top down and bottoms up, in the bed, twitching and giggling like the cockdrunk sluts that they were. Our haughty dragon lady could be arrogant, but that arrogance was founded in something. Rarely had I ever seen such a perfect body. Every bit of her was taut. Her tits seemed to defy gravity and her ass was to die for. She was the image of an Olympian sculpted from chocolate - and now she was just another tool for Alex to use. His thrusts just did not stop. Her brown eyes rolled up, her tongue lolled out and he just used her until the repeated orgasms fried her brain for the night.

"I knew the feeling well. The haze in which everything remembered was a bit blurry but steeped in pure delight. Cock drunk was an improper title for it. No alcohol ever produced a high that good. Being mind broken by a dom like that was the purest form of wonder. Before long, Master had hammered every last woman in the room into that state. In less then twenty minutes, he had reduced the whole row of nine into his well-used cocksleeves and that left… only me to…"

Alex had his hand under the small of the mouse girls back. Effortlessly he lifted her up and placed her underneath him, his hard cock, twitching ready to release his load deep inside the report. "Only you to… what, sex slave?"

"...to be pounded until I forgot any words besides 'cock' and 'Master'," Ashley sighed the finish of her literary report.

Then, her Master slammed into her.

Ashley screamed in pure pleasure. Waiting had been kind to her, voyeuristic as the small Asian woman was. Just pushing into her made her squirt. She was on her third consecutive orgasm when he was just halfway inside. Pushing deeper into her was a careful affair. His cock was huge and she was tiny. Had it not been for the magic in her body, he would have never shoved his full length into her. When the tip of his cock met her cervix, usually an undesirable affair, Ashley shut down.

The little death claimed her, making her go limp. Alex wondered for two whole seconds if he had genuinely broken her this time, then she came back to with a desperate gasp for air and went right back to squirting all over their joined sexes.

Too needy to know more concern, Alex buried the small woman under his body. 'I swear, the bigger I get, the better the mating press feels,' the Titans' descendant thought and mercilessly pounded the small woman into the soft floor. There was nothing else to do. Her shapely little ass rolled up under his pistoning hips, the adorable Asian woman did not even reach his collarbone.

"Master! Mhmmmaaaaaaashtaaaaaaaaahrrrrrrr….---- COOOooooo-o–o—ck!" she cried as she came again. The only breaks in her words were when she pressed hasty kisses onto his pectorals. Her hands explored every peak and valley of his toned form.

It felt good to be desired.

It felt even better to get his cock massaged by her gripping cunt.

The end was swiftly approaching. She was the last in a row of ten that he had been hammering like his life dependent on it. In a way it did, how could he keep this harem if he could not satisfy them all? With that on his mind, he gave Ashley everything he could. It did not matter that she was already an incoherent, blabbering mess. Every second he prolonged that state was a second that he could take pride in.

Then, his primitive needs took over. His plunges accelerated for three final thrusts and then he stopped, pressed up against the mouse woman's little bottom. His balls tightened, seed rushed up his cock and, in a moment of pure satisfaction, pumped directly into the womb of the short sex slave.

Like that, they remained, joining in their motionlessness with the rest of the collapsed room. All there was, was the occasional twitch of his cock inside Ashley and her involuntary twitches. After half a minute, even that was over. He pulled out and rolled over.

Tess and Selana crawled towards him. "Mhm, I suppose-" he started, only for the angelic goth to put a finger on his lips.

"Shhh, Master, you've done your part," she assured in a calm whisper.

"Yeah, we had our poundings today," Selana agreed and wrapped her tits around his still hard cock. "We're just here to serve you until this wonderfully hard thing goes down."

Tess nodded and lied down next to him, making her huge tits his pillow. "So you just close your eyes and drift off, Master," she told him.

Alex yawned and did as they suggested. His lids were heavy, falling shut swiftly. His body was heavy and he finally felt that as well. He had fought a lot that day, hadn't he? His cock was heavy too, but the duo of soft bags of mankind's hopes and dreams alleviated that considerably.

"I love you," he muttered in a trance, too horny to fall asleep and too tired to be awake.

"We love you too," Tess answered, her gentle words underlined by the lewd, wet sounds of Selana sucking on the tip of his cock. Romance and eroticism transitioned without border in this chamber.

At some point, his consciousness drifted off into dreamland.