Island 9 (2)

It was the late afternoon. That time of day was a lot longer on these tropical islands than Alex was used to. As a child of New England, the path of the sun in these parts was somewhat odd to him. It was bright for longer and got dark much faster when evening finally came. Just one of the many effects of being closer to the equator.

They went north-east, exploring more of the jungle. It was pretty eventless for over two hours. Just the usual navigation through and around the vegetation. Their new tools and agility helped them move faster. Additional attention paid to their surroundings slowed them down. On the previous island, they had been fairly certain that the most dangerous thing around were those slow starfish. Here, they could get ambushed by a gorilla, a giant rat, or massive crabs. Considerably more worrying foes.

Another one of which they soon encountered.

They heard it croak long before they saw it. Alex had thought frogs back in America could be loud, but this was on a whole other level. The call of the amphibian echoed through the jungle. Alex decided to follow it.

The frog they found was two metres from front to back. Its bulky centre was green at the top and light brown at the bottom. Legs and feet were the usual for its kind, the hindlegs equipped with the thick muscles frogs and toads used for their explosive leaps. If it hadn't been so huge and loud, it could have been cute.

At first, Alex didn't care much about confronting the thing - then he noticed what it was squatting next to. A bunch of fruits were hanging low on a tree. Just the usual ones that they had been eating since they first found them on the first island. A meal was a meal though and Alex was quite hungry at this point. As was the frog, extending its sticky tongue and pulling a fruit into its toothless maw. Pure muscle crushed down the meal.

Considering the size of the animal, it could eat all of those fruit in one go, leaving the group with nothing. If Alex had ready access to fire, he would have considered eating the frog itself. Until he managed to magic his way into that ability, slaying the frog and grabbing what was edible raw was the best way forward.

Hunger made the choice.

Hunger and his eagerness to prove himself again.

The frog had spotted Alex by this point. Like all previous creatures, it turned towards him, ready to attack. Leg muscles tensed in preparation for a leap. Alex moved first.

Sword in both hands, the man of the island jumped with incredible power. SLAM! CRACK! The Cataclysmic Greatsword claimed yet another life in a singular strike, turning the frog into gore and splintered bones.

Alex exhaled slowly. "How do I keep doing this?" he asked out loud.

"Maybe those things are just that weak?" Astrid suggested, her tone ringing with doubt at her own words. "I dunno… scales are a bit off when you swing around a sword as big as you are - and you are biiiiiig."

"Yeah, he is," Amethyst purred seductively.

"Will I ever even get to use this?" Jane complained, relaxing the arm that had only just started to pull back the bow string.

"You'll be scouting out the island on your own in due time," Alex reminded her. His women going on their own errand runs was inevitable. Not only was it tomboy cruelty to keep them inside the tree all the time but they also needed resources. Alex himself always going out to get them was inefficient. As their vanguard and protector, he had many duties and his time was limited.

"Probably easier on your conscience to send us out when we're armed ourselves?" Jane commented and got a confirming nod in response.

"Obviously. If there is trouble around, I would like you to have the proper tools for it." The tip of his sword sunk into the ground. The ripe fruits were swiftly plucked and tossed over to his travelling companions. "I would love to take a leg of that thing with us."

"Why aren't we?" Astrid asked.

"It's too hot and humid. We will need two hours to get back to the tree. It might still be edible by that point, but I am not sure." Alex bit into the fruit. It was sweet, as per usual, and oddly chewy for a fruit, also as per usual for these particular ones. "I mean, look at that!"

The comment was a reference to the variety of insects that came crawling out of their hiding spots in the trees. Flies were there first, of course, buzzing around the exposed gore. Ants and variants of roaches followed. The majority of the corpse went ignored for now. Once the body heat of the animal had faded and the smell of carrion spread, the swarm of little beasts would start picking it apart.

As for the four of them, they had their fill of fruits and then had a look around the rest of the area.

Nothing too exciting. That was the answer to the question of what they found. The cluster of fruits the frog had munched on was one of many. The pineapple-esque fruits grew in vast amounts there and could be found in every state of ripeness. A spot to remember for the others. For them, who had just eaten, of no further interest.

Travel took them further north-east. The jungle thinned in that direction. Alex could see the early signs of grassland between the trees, when something odd happened.

Supernatural arousal was nothing new to him by this point. He had only been completely overcome by it on that first day, yet felt it numerous times, typically accompanying the awakening of a Bloodline.

Such arousal now surged from within. Infernal power in his veins pulsed with the growing heat. His heart pumped blood hard and fast, making his cock rise to full mast in the span of a few steps. His sensitivity rose, making the caress of the air itself feel like a hand brushed gently over his manhood.

For all of the desire that had suddenly been invoked, Alex did not lose control. His eyes scanned the nearby jungle. Dark mist rose from the ground, forming a barrier between the trees. It was not malicious, he knew this instinctively.

"Something is stirring my desire," Alex stated and turned to his haremettes. "Whatever it is, it is also giving me the privacy to act on it."

The revelation put the trio of elf, fairy and slime at ease. In the absence of worry, their eyes beheld his twitching cock with awe and veneration. "Master," Amethyst purred, "it appears you have… much to release."

Pre-cum dropped from the engorged head of his cock already. Alex did not care to waste any more time on foreplay. He would oblige whatever was using him as a catalyst. Like Jane earlier in the day, he felt that he would be rewarded for it and such feelings had not deceived them yet.

Without a single word, Alex took the two steps over to the slime sex slave and grabbed her by the back of the head. Amethyst barely managed to reposition herself alongside his demanding grasp. Barely was enough and she soon squatted in front of him. Kneeling would have been the more pleasant position, but their height difference was too much for that.

The lips of the liquid cumdump parted. Eager administrations of her tongue greeted him. They were short-lived. Her thrust into her tight throat.

There was no easing period, Alex went straight to fucking her throat relentlessly with every swing of his hips, Amethyst's muffled moans grew more intense. Warm and wet, the slime woman's throat was sensitive to begin with - so sensitive that the demonic attributes of his seed could not have increased it further. The mark below the peaks and valleys of her midriff was a different story.

Amethyst's eyes rolled up and she screamed. She screamed while her Master took full advantage of her lack of lungs to pound her face relentlessly. Viscous strands of mixed fluids stretched every time he pulled back. "Stop watching and form a line, cocksleeves," Alex ordered, his voice dark, his sadism at its peak.

Astrid and Jane moaned in response. They were barely able to walk across, their sensitivity raised to its supernatural zenith alongside that of the permanently orgasming slime slave. Blonde and redhead squatted down and opened their mouths wide. Tongues stretched out, drool dripped, and their eyes were glued to Amethyst's throat. Through her translucent being, they could watch his cock stretch her throat like a tight glove.

Rapidly racing towards his first climax, the Master pulled out of the blue-haired sex slave to swiftly plunge his cock into Astrid's throat instead. The sudden invasion had the blonde gag. More than that, it had her scream. "Be a good girl, drink it all!" Alex ordered, using tiny thrusts to push himself over the edge.

No choice was given when it came to drinking his cum. Alex kept his blonde sex slave pinned against his groin. His cock tensed inside her throat, sending spurt after spurt of semen into her stomach. What little contractions of her throat there were existed as extensions of her muffled, orgasmic screams. The angelic attributes of his cum were every bit as potent as ever.

The release was everything. The release was nothing. All the pleasant tingles that washed through Alex's body only heightened his desire. Like a starving beast, his first taste of release only made him yearn for more.

His cock was still twitching, pushing out the last droplets of the current load, when he pulled out. An aggressive shove sent the blonde on her back. Alex caught her legs in the middle of the upward swing. By the ankles, he pinned them to the floor, north of her head. The bendable runner moaned like a cocksleeve should. Her hands aided his manhood in parting her folds. He drove into her with relentless desire.

"YES, MASTER!" Astrid screamed out loud. Her folds surrounded his cock, a meat rod of unparalleled hardness. His heartbeat made the member throb inside her. Grunting, he dwelled in the dripping wet hole of his property.

"Keep cumming for your Master, that's the only thing I need you to do." As he gave the order, Amethyst and Jane wrapped their arms around him. Just pressing their breasts against him had them both pant as if he was fingering them. Nubile, toned bodies ground against his enormous physique. The difference in size and girth made then ornaments to their Master's dominance, decorations to elevate his power and position above them,

Usually, Alex was averse to kissing women that had just sucked him off. It was different for Amethyst, her lips and mouth cleaned already courtesy of her nature. All of his fluids were nourishment for her. An additional motivation to let his tongue dominate her mouth while he pounded Astrid.

The Swedish tomboy was executing his order wonderfully. Mind relaxed to the point of thoughtlessness, it only took three thrusts to take her from post-orgasmic bliss to cockdrunk ecstasy. After thirty thrusts, she began to squirt and she did not stop for as long as he kept moving. The abundant wetness made it easy to keep fucking, despite the convulsions of her tight folds.

In the middle of all of that pounding, Alex broke the kiss with Amethyst and turned to Jane instead. The elf tasted of pine forest and fresh grass. He inhaled the scent, letting it fill the depths of his lungs, released Astrid's legs and pulled out of her. In a casual display of power, Alex lifted Jane up by the hips. He moved her in front of him. He thrust into her cunt with one hard motion.

Elves were cocksleeves. Alex had only held that opinion jokingly whenever he had previously looked for porn on the internet. He now held it sincerely. The velvety, hot grip of her cunt was made for one thing and one thing alone. All that she was, all that surrounded that tunnel of bliss, existed solely so he could thrust into her more easily. Her hips were perfect to be used as handles, her red lips agape in delight, and her petite chest primed to swell with milk when he finally bred her.

Green eyes rolled up. Jane's cries were the loudest. Getting fucked by their Master always made the lucky haremette the loudest part of the orgy, regardless of who it was. Still, Astrid put up good competition. Her order to cum for him had not been rescinded. Wet rubbing noises proved she was doing the best her fingers could, masturbating her drenched cunt feverishly.

Jane was soon squirting. The amped sensitivity and roughness of the lovemaking fried her braincells, leaving her a mess that held onto him. Elves were cocksleeves, with arms and legs that were there to look nice and to keep themselves positioned as they took the manhood of their owner all the way into their quivering quims over and over again.

For no other reasons than the whims of his arousal, he removed his cock from the redhead. A disappointed moan escaped her, before she was dropped into the soft moss by Astrid's side. "Keep each other company," Alex ordered. Immediately, the attention shifted towards each other.

They did not kiss. They tongue-fucked each other's mouth with an urgency unparalleled. Independent thought had been surrendered and so all that remained bouncing inside their lust-addled minds were the words of their Master. Redhead and blonde embraced each other tightly. Legs parted so wet, agape cunts could grind against the toned thigh of their partner.

During all of that, Alex grabbed Amethyst by the throat. The lusty slime tomboy clenched her teeth, growled like an animal in heat, drooled from both pairs of lips, and gleefully surrendered her body to be moved however he desired. He desired her on all fours, straddling the tight bundle of tomboys turned sex slaves. Her swollen cunt was a work of perfection, the fat mons and pronounced labia rising from the rest of her liquid body in texture and colouration. Smooth, wet, twitching, awaiting his touch, and parting readily when he did begin his descend into her.

A cunt made for him and him alone. All members of his harem were like that, previous sexual history or not. In the end, all his women were made for him. In Amethyst's case, it was entirely literal. Even as he filled her out, her cunt reshaped around him. The folds were more than just that, there were a viscous liquid that complimented the shape of his dick even as he thrusts in and out. There was always a tight, massaging band around the sensitive border between head and shaft.

Pulling the slime sex slave's long hair was a peculiar experience. The strands stretched like rubber. They reached a maximum length, forcing Amethyst to tilt her head back while she screamed at the sky. The strands were between regular hair and silicone and yet neither of these things. Her ass rippled like the genuine thing, a pair of gorgeously round cheeks and thighs that swayed to the rhythm of the clapping impact.

Below her gushing cunt, Astrid and Jane were fingering each other. Alex clicked his tongue disapprovingly, their blissful moans too shallow for his liking. "Never leave it to cumdumps to pleasure each other properly."

Grabbing and dragging them was as familiar and casual a task as operating the cockpit had been. Complicated as domming may have been in its details, Alex had a talent and familiarity with it now. They gave him everything he wanted as he put them in their place. Astrid was to Amethyst's right and Jane to Astrid's. Round asses were raised, bottoms down, creating a line of private relief holes.

A quick shuffle and Alex was back inside the blonde in the middle. "You're proper holes at least!" he complimented and delivered a swift smack to her white cheeks. While thrusting into her, he spread out his arms. The spank he delivered to Jane's ass was about as hard as the one the fairy in front of him had gotten. Amethyst got a slap so loud it reverberated. The sound was overpowered by her ecstatic cry. Knowing the levels of masochism, varying between his women, was very important.

His hands immediately became otherwise occupied. Fingers penetrated swollen, hairless cunts. Instinct and knowledge intertwined and he pressed against sensitive spots that their fellow submissives just hadn't found. His girthy digits filled them in ways that the dainty hands of their fellow women just couldn't.

"That's how this should sound!" Alex declared proudly. Even raised, his voice barely cut above the stream of lewd cries. Fingering Jane and Amethyst at the side, he pounded Astrid with full force once more. The side pieces were gushing, pussy juices dripping down their thighs while they drooled like the bitches in heat they were. Astrid squirted like a faucet as broken as her mind was in that moment.

Basking in the sounds, in the sensations, Alex sprinted towards his second release. There was an unspoken understanding of how close he was. His thrusts got more jittery, as control over his own body got imprecise. Thoughts were slowed, replaced by a primal need to just cum. Cum deep inside this woman that wanted nothing more than to be the receptacle of his seed.

That they all came simultaneously was a foregone conclusion, as neither of the three had ever stopped climaxing. Even when he drove inside one last time and the motions of his hips and hands stopped, the presence of cock and fingers was enough to keep them climaxing. Astrid screamed until her lungs were empty. Her O-mouth was turned up to the sky, her spine arched, her cunt tightened around his cock like a proper sleeve should, milking him for every drop that he filled her with.

Every time his balls tightened, Astrid's whole body jumped in ecstasy. His cum was all her empty head could ever want. "Nothing but a sex slave," Alex pushed out a sincere compliment. If Astrid could have cum any harder, she would have.

Little thrusts resumed as his orgasm began to ebb away. The thrusts grew more hungry quickly and he was back to fully pounding her long before the last drops were wrung from his shaft. Two orgasms were still just the beginning.

For Astrid's part in this little orgy, however, it was the end. The blonde was completely dissolved in ecstasy, barely even reacting to being used anymore. Entertaining in its own right, to have a woman reduced so thoroughly to a spasming set of holes. Certainly usable for relief if Alex had desired it. Perhaps it would still come to that, but for now he had two other women around. The two of them were, for all their lust, still half-lucid.

Agape and dripping cum, Astrid's cunt was left empty. Hunger for a change in sensations had him turn Amethyst on her back once more. "Those tits will do," he decided, straddling the slime woman's chest. Fingers of glistening purple pressed into large breasts. Obediently, the sex slave enveloped his cock with those hot cushions. Slippery secretions mixed with the abundant juices coating his manhood,

"Master… MASTER!" Amethyst screamed, serving him at the proper pace for his current hunger. She was utterly enchanted with the hard rod, massaged it with her kneading hands and rubbed her sensitive cleavage against it. Back and forth she swayed, her entire being dedicated to servitude.

"Jane. Here." Two harsh grunts were more binding than any magic could have been. The redhead had been frozen in her previous position, watching in awe while he dominated. Now she crawled in reach of his arms like a well-trained puppy. He grabbed her by the jaw, squishing her cheeks together. It made her look stupid in the most adorable and horny way possible, especially when she started to drool.

Every time he brought her bliss, she turned into more and more of a masochistic, submissive slut. Granted, this was true for all of his women, but with his former best friend turned haremette, the changes were so… tangible. Maybe it was because she had unworthy partners before him, or maybe she had just been in denial all of her life. Fact was that he was dragging her moaning and spasming down the path of being a living sex toy.

And they both lived for it.

Putting his brawn to use again, Alex lifted the redheaded elf up and pulled her on top of Amethyst. The toned thighs of the bottom-heavy woman became a loose frame around the purple tits of the serving slime. Red lips parted in an orgasmic howl. All it took were three fingers in Jane's stretched cunt. The top of her head pressed against the middle of Alex's chest. Her lustful blush was especially intense at the tip of her pointy ears, turning them as red as her bright hair.

The position was pure depravity. Jane was gushing, orgasms chaining together as he fingered her sensitive cunt. Dripping juices added to the wetness of the tit job that Amethyst gave him. The slime's field of view must have consisted only of the cunt that her Master was working and the manhood that she was rapidly working to another release. Her breasts were large, but not large enough to fully envelop him.

Rapidly or very slowly - Alex had no idea at this point. He was just doing as he desired. Whether it was minutes or seconds that ticked by was scarcely even within the realm of his thoughts.

All he cared was to pump his load into one of his willing sex slaves.

At the edge of his willpower, Alex pulled back. His cock slipped out from the tight, smoothness of Amethyst's large breasts. He thrust up and into Jane's waiting hole.

Simultaneously, they exploded in another climax. Deep inside her, he released, while her squirting juices were eagerly lapped up by the blue-haired woman beneath them. Tongue extended monstrously, Amethyst licked both her Master's tightening balls and his current sleeve's clit.

They remained stuck like that for as long as his orgasm made Alex's muscles too tense to move. As soon as that changed, he withdrew from the elf and tossed her to the side. She landed next to Astrid in the soft moss.

Two sex slaves were blissed out, leaving only one to receive his desire. Amethyst smirked like only a tomboy facing a challenge could smirk. It was immediately replaced by her upper lips parting wide. Grabbing her head with both hands, Alex went to fuck her throat again.

The angle made it impossible to get more than half of his cock into her. That was enough to enjoy himself. Rapid thrusts were met by her complimenting tongue. Heaven hath no joy like a submissive loved.

Alex managed to reign himself in for just long enough to turn around. Head tilted back, Amethyst enabled a new angle, one that was better than any other at sheathing all of her Master's cock. Her throat bulged, the slimy, pussy-like walls of her throat stretching as he hammered into her comfort hole again and again.

Without any control over herself, Amethyst spasmed in the moss. Her heels pressed into the ground. Her toes curled. Her hips bucked up, collapsed to the ground, shot up again, twitched to either side, and only stopped thrashing when he fingered her greedy cunt again. Immediately the chain of orgasms reached a higher pitch, pussy juices once more squirting all over his fingers.

A change in his fickle, erotic moods was all that he needed to pull out of her throat. Gooey strands connected them. Amethyst was panting as if she had just run a marathon. He got on top of her, pinned her down with his weight and force. His cock drove into her ready cunt again. She squirted all over her own tits.

The pounding that followed was everything one would have expected from a caveman. Like a brute, he descended into her cunt. She was toned and reasonably tall for a woman, but under him, she looked quite breakable. Alex knew that and stopped just short of any worse impulses this current heat whispered into his mind. All he desired was to fuck her brains out and by God and Devil he did.

Alex roared like a victorious conqueror, plunging into his price one last time before letting his final release was over him. His balls tightened again and again, pumping the slime woman full. The enormous load gathered in a womb-like pocket inside her, showing the dom exactly what an absurd amount his balls had to give.

With every tensing of his shaft, he felt the supernatural desires ebb away, until only his own were left behind. His cock began to deflate, his heartbeat to slow, while he watched all of that unloaded lust take shape.

What remained of his own rose as pink mist from his skin. His giggling cocksleeves moaned as the blue counterpart swirled up from them. Pink and blue intertwined, then headed towards the edge of darkness that enveloped them.

'Now, what is next?' Alex got comfortable on the soft ground and waited.

Seated in the moss and grass, Alex peered out. After what felt like minutes, something shifted. Something within the blackness changed. What had been isolating, dark fog before parted, creating a corridor of light. Non-existent mountains parted around that pathway and down it walked a humanoid figure.

A pair of horns contrasted sharply against the backlight. A complicated pattern of black peeled out of the now white fog quickly afterwards. It was a halo, of sort, made up of individual bits and pieces. The broken ring hovered above a head of dense, luscious black hair, long and gelled back. Eyes as yellow as sulfur came into view next.

The figure was too broad of shoulder to be female. The fact was quickly confirmed as the features of the entity became properly visible. Grey of skin and marked with lines of a darker shade, the entity made for an objectively aesthetic and demonic display. Black lips were parted in an arrogant grin, revealing sharp teeth. The digits of the demon ended in sharp, horn-like claws. A furred tail curved behind his back, emerging from somewhere beneath the ragged cloth that hung from his waist. It was the only article of clothing he wore, leaving the rest of his toned physique on display.

"Mr, znjmbbo m dlisljdmjh mggnwli. M mongrel mh hrmh!" the demon addressed Alex, who tilted his head in puzzlement. "Oep amdl tpnhl m alii ez hrlil ibphi, well done! oep apih fl ez ao ej blood? n smj slghmnjbo iljil hrl njzbpljsl ez pi dlaeji ez bpih nhrnj oep. Ipsr mi hrl glmiej oep lgl mfbl he znjd hrni lust seal nj hrl zngih wbmsl"

At that point, Alex's confusion reached the point where he felt confident in speaking up. "I'm sorry, but I can barely make out a word you are saying?" he spoke slowly, uncertain if they would have this issue in reverse.

It quickly became a certainty. "Oep de jeh pjdlgihmjd al, de oep?" the demon, an incubus Alex reckoned, scratched his smooth chin. He sighed, looking surprisingly human in his awkward frustration. "Slow?"

"Slow?" the man of the island responded, drawing out each letter.

The incubus nodded eagerly. The movement of his lips did not quite match the words he drawled, but Alex understood. "Limited - time. You - mongrel?"

"Yes," he answered, little as he cared for the title.

"Incubus - Lord." The demon beat his chest. "Lust - Seal. You - Broke." The hatred of the incubus broke through even their difficulty communicating. "Deathwillow - made."

"Deathwillow - Prevents - Births?" Alex asked the first question he had on his mind. The incubus nodded. "What - Is?"

"Undead. Enemy - All." The incubus shook his head in disappointment. "Forgotten - Horror - Reason. Dead - Spirits."

"How - Breed?" Alex asked. Even given the situation, there must have been better ways to ask that quest. None came to mind and the incubus lord only laughed loudly at his formulation.

After a brief period of amusement, his eyes darted to the side. For a second, he was distracted by something. "Kill - Deathwillow," he spoke grimly, then rubbed his chin. "Alternative - Small."

"What is it?" Alex asked eagerly. The incubus blinked in confusion. "What - is?"

"North - Island - West - Sphere," the incubus spoke very slowly.

The fog around them shifted in colour again. Rather than a dense black or a regular white, it took on a grey that was thoroughly disgusting. It was the colour of industrial smog or a dust storm. The incubus turned his head. Whatever had distracted him was getting closer. Alex could sense its malevolent presence, even if he could not see it himself.

The demon's tone implied urgency. "You - Weak. Grow - Strong. I - Help." The incubus squatted down and dragged his finger through the moss. Infernal letters were carved not into the plants nor the soil beneath but the fabric of reality itself. A set of words, none of which Alex could truly read, burned like glowing coals. They scorched themselves into Alex's retina. He looked away when the pain became too much. "Speak - One."

Alex fixated again on the words after that instruction. He narrowed his eyes. Yes, when he focused on one word just long enough, he could just barely begin to grasp his meaning. It was accompanied by a stinging pain and itching in the markings on his chest. He was not strong enough to understand more than one at this time, but one would suffice.

"Fbeed." Alex wasn't even sure how he pronounced that, but he did. The incubus lord nodded, then cut his own palm open with a casual flick of his thumb claw. Deep red blood dropped from the gash. The incubus gestured for Alex to step forwards. He did.

"Blood," the demon spoke. Before Alex could react, his own palm had been cut open. The demon grasped his hand, pressing the wounds on each other. Fire filled Alex's veins. The itching on his markings became a pleasant, warm pulse. It synchronized with his heartbeat, before the incubus lord pulled his hand away. Both of their wounds were suddenly healed.

A distant wailing filled the ear. The incubus lord's head snapped to the side. The mountains that his coming had erected began to shatter, dissolve like old bread in water. Fragments drifted upwards, only to be enveloped by something else. The cry of the banshee came ever closer.

The incubus raised his hand. He gave Alex one more long look. "Grow," he stated once more, before pulling his fingers together into a tight fist. Something collapsed. The fog, mountains and screams were all suddenly gone, together with the incubus himself. Alex was left standing on his own.

Well, not completely on his own. "What happened?" Amethyst asked, only now surfacing from her post-orgasmic haze. The other two groggily raised their heads as well.

"I've met a demon lord," Alex responded truthfully.

The fire was still rushing through his being, awaiting a form to take.

Alex, exerting the control he had over his own blood, drew the power into his vocal cords. If he was going to be a sex demon, in part, then he wanted to be a successful sex demon. "Now, before all of you ask how serious I am - form a line for me."

The three haremettes shivered wantonly at his voice. He could hear it himself, the sudden evolution of his already deeply pleasant baritone into something that was sinfully sweet to listen to without him even trying. Amethyst, Jane and Astrid obeyed, compelled not only by their inclinations but also the devilish dominance in his voice.

As they formed their line, they quivered in growing pleasure. "Kiss," he gave another order. Before they could question what was going on, they busied themselves in making out with each other. The three way kiss was heated. Constantly, the woman in the middle, Astrid, swapped between purple and red lips. The more they obeyed, the more they quivered, until it all came to a point.

No pussies had been touched, no breasts cupped. There was only the kiss and the following of orders. It was the latter that had the three sex slaves spasm where they knelt. As that realization sunk in, they beheld their Master with an adoring gaze that Alex was slowly getting used to.

"I now have the voice of an incubus as well," he told them. "Obey me and you will be rewarded." He was uncertain if it would work, but he had to try anyway. "Cum."

The trio had just begun to calm down only to be thrown into a renewed orgasm. It was shallow, by Alex's new and absurd standards. They were twitching and moaning, still mostly in control of their motor functions, and over the hill of delight within ten seconds. Still, that had been an on-command orgasm.

"Great… anothing thing you can lord over us cocksleeves," Jane remarked, her breath still quickened.

A panting, sarcastic elf calling herself a cocksleeve was the last push for Alex. The newfound power he had over his willing sex slaves aroused him. He bridged the little distance between them. His erect cock throbbed above them. They stretched up to be at equal height with his manhood.

"Good girls, make me cum" he told them, this time restraining the magical undercurrent of his voice. Not every order would be rewarded with orgasmic pleasure. "And listen, I don't want to explain everything twice."

"Yesh, Mashtahr," Astrid slurred, her tongue already swirling around the head of his cock.

"Basically, there was a seal here. Us having wild sex gave the shackled demon the power to break free. At least, that's how I understood it. We had to communicate in broken sentences." Alex scratched the back of his head. "Wish I could be absolutely certain on what he said. I maybe learned about a way to end the pregnancy block."

"""Mhm?""" All three sex slaves halted for a moment in their service. They immediately resumed, good girls that they were. Amethyst continued to kiss the side of his shaft. Astrid continued to bob on the upper third of his cock, targeting the sensitive head. Jane continued to lick and venerate his balls. All three, however, were now intently listening.

"He confirmed that we must slay the Deathwillow to bring it to an end once and for all. Apparently the undead are the enemy of all? I need more details on that to be entirely sure what it means. There was something about the forgotten horror of reason, maybe?" Alex made a tossing gesture. "Important is that he mentioned a sphere on the west of an island north of here. He called it a 'small alternative'."

"We have to investigate it!" Amethyst spoke.

"Do you want to be pregnant that badly?" Jane asked, before taking over the duty of sucking her Master's cock from Astrid.

"We all want the option!" the Swedish blonde declared. "Plus that dry feeling in the womb is just the worst."

Alex could only imagine. That his swimmers were just as infertile at the moment came with its own odd feeling, but that was just… inadequacy, of a kind. There was no actual physical discomfort.

They made him cum and then it was time to continue moving.

****

It was well in the evening now. No one would have guessed by the brightness that they still experienced. The sun hun relatively high, courtesy of their proximity to the equator, and the heat of the day was still present. Regardless, Alex knew that they would have to head to where the tree was supposed to stop today soon.

Soon meant that they got another hour, roughly, to explore the northwest. The incubus lord's words made Alex all the more eager to at least get a glimpse at this third island.

The desire was validated swiftly. They hit the coast after about half an hour and not ten minutes more could spot another landmass across the water. The tide was low and the brightness offered excellent visibility. At a first glance, the new island seemed just like the one they were on. Rykard could make out a sandy beach, grassland, and the edges of another jungle.

Granted, it was not 100% certain that actually was the island the incubus had talked about. As far as Alex knew, what he was now looking at could still turn out to be the other side of a large bay. There was plenty of space to the north of where they were. The ocean was anything but a small place.

Still, it was nice to have confirmation that there was something to what the incubus had said. The strait did not look too far either. If anything, the narrowest point was less of a distance than the one the tree had crossed between the previous two islands.

With that scouted out, Alex decided where to go next.

****

They went southwest. It was the direct route to where they were supposed to met up with everyone and they would arrive just in time for nightfall. They did not have to hurry either. A leisurely pace would do.

The lack of shade on their path was the only bother. The sun was still hot on their skin. It was not nearly as bad as the noon had been. Any break in the flatness of this part of the landscape would have been nice though. There was scarcely even a mound around.

Matter of fact, it was all a little too flat.

Also, weren't those mounds a little too rhythmic in their occurrence?

Alex stopped, turned to one of those mounds, and climbed on top of it. It only took him three paces. "Why are you getting closer to the sun?" Astrid asked, fanning air into her face with her own hand. "Isn't it hot enough where you're standing?"

Her joking questions did make Alex smirk. Still, he was looking around. For once, it wasn't his intuition that told him that there was something off. This time, it was good old human pattern recognition. The mounds around were arrayed in softly curved lines and rose from the very flat floor in regularity. They were also of nearly uniform size. It was all just off enough to be missed in passing. Now that Alex was taking it all in deliberately, he could see it though.

"There was a town here!" he shouted and gestured for the three of them to come up to where he was. Once they stood by his side, he began to point. "See the way the mounds are positioned? They outline a road. If you look very carefully, you can even see a slight depression between the rows."

"Now that you say it." Jane did her own scanning, soon nodding in agreement. "I wonder if anything remains."

"If it does, it would be there." Alex pointed them towards one particular anomaly. With the surrounding roads pointed out, one could see the place they all led to. It then further stood out as the largest of the mounds, rising three metres up from the rest of the plane. With the surrounding context, it was clearly a man-made earthwork. Further, it was located at the edge of what likely had been the public plaza. In other words, it must have been where the manor of the town was located.

Curious, the party went over and began to snoop around. At first inspection, it seemed to just be a large pile of dirt. Grass had long since claimed the entire surface. After two rounds around it, Alex decided to go for a shot in the dark.

Archeologists the world over would have gone pale at what he was about to do. Swinging the Cataclysmic Greatsword at the earthwork was guaranteed to shatter any artifacts buried in the dirt. Alex, however, was more concerned with answers than historic trinkets.

The weapon split the earth. The first swing cleaved apart grass and dirt, the second sent it flying. Bits of stones were mixed in with the earth. Alex spotted splintered cobblestone. Ramming the sword into the ground besides him, he continued on with his hands. Titanic strength allowed him to pull off the gathered dirt chunk by chunk, revealing the building underneath.

It was of a strange aesthetic. Like the building they had found earlier, the remnants of decorations were between Mesoamerican and Greek in character, two cultures that had never interacted as far as history books had let Alex know. History books had also never mentioned that magic was real, so he took such gaps in stride.

After some digging, he found a door. It was small in the same way that entrances in old European buildings often were small. Whoever had lived here before had been shorter on average, although not so short that Alex would assume he was dealing with dwarves. The inside of the building appeared, at first glance, to have been spared by the burial. It smelled… neutral. The long trapped air was not overly stagnant, nor was there an obvious note of rot.

"Maybe the town was covered in purpose to preserve it?" he theorized.

"Better question: do we go inside?" Astrid asked. "Do you feel the urge to touch something?"

Alex chuckled and gave her ass a swat. His earth-covered fingers left deep brown marks. "Now that I have touched what I needed to touch… let me think about the actual answer to that question."

It only took a few moments peering into the mysterious darkness for Alex to come to a decision.

"We don't have the time to explore a whole buried town today. We'll come back another time." With that, he picked up his sword again and backed away slowly. He wasn't sure something was going to come out and attack them until they were a good ways away. 'Now, what direction do we take from here?' he thought. There were two routes to take him home.

****

He decided to take the western one, just because he hadn't been there yet. It turned out to be a safe and simple trek, which made it the ideal time for some relaxed, end of day banter.

"Can I try something?" Alex asked.

"No, we will not do jog-fuck anal," Jane stated drily.

"Speak for yourse- No, wait, I actually wouldn't wanna do anal like that either," Astrid started and then stopped contemplatively. "Not even sure if anal would be a good idea… I got no experience with it."

"I think it would be a great idea!" Amethyst stated.

"You're slime, your circumstances are different," Jane pointed out the obvious.

"Tomboy slime supremacy?" the purple woman suggested with a careful smile.

"No need to narrow it down like that. Tomboy supremacy is the way," Alex stated with conviction. He had thought this before he had gotten himself this harem and he was now utterly convinced of it. Tomboys were the best. There was no competition. "Anyway, I wanted to see if I could carry all three of you at the same time."

"That sounds hilarious! I call dibs on the head!" Astrid declared.

Jane pinched the bridge of her nose.

Jane also did not resist whatsoever when it came time for her to be lifted up.

They had stopped in the middle of nowhere. It was swiftly growing darker now, but they could already see the tree in the distance. Taking a moment for this experiment did not matter, just as it did not matter that Alex had to leave the sword behind to do so. He could call it to his side later.

Astrid had the safe position in the middle. The legs of the runner were around his neck. They were sticky with sweat from a day spent out in the sun. Hot as she was, in all senses of the word, and aroused, the sweat had a note of sweet pheromones under the usual scent. As a woman of hygiene and good genetics, Astrid smelled nice even now. If the sweat had gone cold, that could have been a different story. They would be in the bath long before that happened.

It would have been pretty easy, Alex reckoned, to carry Jane and Amethyst under his arms. An unworthy way to transport them. Since he was blessed with such broad shoulders, he decided to make use of them. He had to squat down so the two could take their seat. Once they had placed their soft bottoms on his shoulders/biceps, he had carefully risen to his feet. They held onto his raised arms.

"God, this is high up," Astrid laughed.

"Master's balance is impeccable," Amethyst swooned.

"...Got to give it to you, Alex, this is pretty impressive."

"Master's balance is impeccable," Amethyst swooned.

"...Got to give it to you, Alex, this is pretty impressive."

Alex would have turned his head to smirk at Jane, but he was currently preoccupied with keeping his balance. He was finding out what it must have felt like to be a war elephant and unlike those mighty beasts, he was bipedal. Keeping his balance was genuinely harder than dealing with the extra weight. Step by step, his confidence grew.

"I prefer the other way of riding you," Jane joked in her stoic tone, "but this is entertaining."

"We're like five metres up!" Astrid declared.

"Three, maybe four, he isn't that enormous," Jane corrected.

"Ya gotta work on your sense of mystery."

"And you got to work on your sense of accuracy."

"How is this for accuracy? I spy with my little eye, something beginning with G?"

"Seriously?" Jane drawled.

"Ah, a spotting game." Amethyst shifted slightly on her Master's brawny arm. "Is it grass?"

"Yup!" Astrid answered chirpily. "Your turn."

"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with… M."

"Is it Master?" Astrid asked.

"Nope!" The slime tomboy grinned. "Your turn, Jane."

"This is stupid." The redhead paused for half a second. "Mongrel."

"...Correct," Amethyst admitted. Silence. "It is your turn."

Jane sighed. "I spy with my little eye… something beginning with E."

"E?" Astrid sounded confused and craned her neck. "Eldritch servant?"

"No."

"Bah, shot in the dark. I don't know what your elven eyes see."

Jane focused at a point in the distance. "I think I see one of them… but no. Keep this stupid game going or surrender. I win either way."

"So confident," Amethyst purred. "Everything?"

"No."

"Eagle?" Astrid asked.

"No."

"Earth."

"Egg"

"Eyes"

"Ears."

"Elbow."

"Elf."

"No," Jane denied them all and kept doing so for as long as they were on the proverbial road. Only once they were by the tree and Alex put them all down, did she reveal the answer. "Escape," she stated and headed for the entrance into the tree.

"That's not fair!" Astrid complained.

"Can you stop having eventful days?" Kiara asked. "Seriously, what is it with you going out and coming back with half a book's worth of stories?"

"And odd items," Tess added, gesturing at the gauntlet on the table. Astrid had diligently held onto it for the entire day, just as Jane had held onto her bow right up until they had all come together. As that was her private possession, she had deposited it in what was her room in the expanded facilities of the Tree of Harem Life. The gauntlet was a different manner.

One that he did not care to resolve this evening.

"I think the two things we should focus on are the following," Alex spoke up. "First, we have found definitive proof that there was a civilization here at some point and that it has been gone for a long, long time. Second, there might be a way to circumvent the breeding ban without killing the Death Willow."

"Which we still aim to do, right?" Janette wanted to know. The dryad had an instinctive disdain for the creature of dead wood, just from the description and the sight of the skull that they had brought back. To be fair, no one in the room liked what the Death Willow was. They did not need a further excuse to hate a creature that denied births outright. It was, by its nature, evil.

"Probably," Alex confirmed with a strong nod. "Unless we find out its either impossible for us or we get context that changes things."

An understandable caveat, to which Janette nodded. Matters shifted quickly from there to the regular evening banter about this and that, while they shared the last meal of the day. The lovecraftian blobs crawled and rolled around, bringing them all whatever they could.

Inevitably, Alex's desires manifested. His cock rose to attention. There was not a single pair of trousers on the entire island and so his erection was followed in its prominent rise by all of his harem in the room. It was a signal their bodies instinctively understood. Without a single order spoken, the mood reflected on their faces shifted from casual banter to willing enslavement.

It was time to wrap this day up like they usually did.

****

"Follow," Alex ordered and got on his feet. Over a dozen nubile women followed his example at a lustful pace. For some that meant they were jumping up from their seats, others prioritized grace. All were moaning as they walked after him. Except for the trio that had accompanied him, this was their first taste of his new voice.

"Oh God," Kiara muttered. The sassy dwarf walked on quivering legs, putting her abundant curves in delicious motions. Huge tits bounced from her footfalls, then swayed with pre-orgasmic delight. Her ass and thighs were rippling in equal measure. The other women, usually less endowed than the shortstack, moved with similar uncertainty through the broad corridor.

"Oh Master," Evelyn corrected with a haughty grin. "What good is a distant God compared to our Alex?" The short-haired dragon woman directed her hazel eyes to him. Even as she confidently strutted, the triathlon gold medallist rubbed her cunt. Pussy juices made her swollen mons glisten. "Our dominant, our breeder, our owner, our Master - All of them titles higher than God. Alex provides and he loves us. That's a being worthy of worship."

"Oh Master…" Jane mouthed the words, as if to test them.

"Oh Master," Astrid echoed.

"Oh Master!" Selana gasped, swooning.

"Oh Master," Tess sighed wantonly.

Alex swallowed. The growing veneration they had of him was slightly terrifying. A realization of a fantasy that, when put into reality, placed a burden on his shoulders that he was not certain he was ready for. However, greater than that was his desire to live up to it. These weren't mindless bimbos, these were Olympic tomboys. Investing this degree of trust in him was a conscious decision of smart women. Smart, nubile women that his heart belonged to.

If they wanted to worship him, then what other choice was there but to grow into the role?

The thoughts ended with a needful throb of his cock. Precum dripped from the head of the erection as he walked. He was leading the way. 'I should have picked up Kiara,' he thought to himself, 'or another one of the short women… any of them, really. Being tall really has its advantages.'

It was too late now for any of that. Broad as the corridor was, it still only allowed a couple of women to walk next to each other. Picking one up in this confined space would be a hassle. Plus, they were already at the correct door.

Hot, humid air greeted Alex when he opened the door. Water vapour filled the air, making his form glisten merely from stepping into the room. The bath greeted him in all of its expensive size. The water in the tub was warm, clear, and constantly cycling. The floor, walls and ceiling all were made from smooth wood. Amber crystals under the ceiling illuminated everything with warm, artificial light.

There were two reasons why Alex chose the bath over the bedroom. One was that, after spending the whole day sweating out in the merciless sun, he wanted to fall asleep actually clean. Getting messy in the bedroom, fun as it was, had its disadvantages. The second reason was that he simply wanted to change things up a bit. Variety was the spice of life.

The harem appeared to agree, humming and nodding as they poured into the room behind him. Noises changed to shock and awe when he turned around. The veins on his cock stood out more than usual. His body had, by supernatural changes and recent lifestyle, gotten perhaps too used to immediately getting satisfied.

"M-master, you need service!" Sara stammered.

"I hear you're volunteering," Alex said and gestured for her to approach. "Suck me off."

"I, uhm… I'm not very confident that-"

"Sara," Alex interrupted her. "I want you. Suck me off."

The bunny-eared Spaniard hesitated for another second, then hopped on over. She dropped to the floor hastily, not even taking the time to kneel properly. One leg was angled off to the side. Any brainpower dedicated to fixing that was gone when she came face to face with his erection.

Awkwardly, she wrapped both of her hands around his shaft. The grip was too loose. The kiss she placed on his cock somehow missed the prominent sensitive spot below the glans.

"I'm… really bad at this…" she muttered, likely noting his lack of verbalizations. Alex had learned even before coming to the island that it was generally best to let at least some noises be heard during sex.

Sara give his cock a couple more pumps, progressively growing redder in the face as shame set in. The bunny ears gradually slumped, coming to almost touch her wavy brown, long hair. Her hand eventually stopped.

"Master, you deserve better!" Sara insisted and started to move away.

Alex put a hand between her ears. They rose a bit instantly, his touch alone enough to uplift her mood. "I want you." As he spoke, they went all the way back to upright. "If you're not confident, then learn now."

After the previous night, all of his haremettes knew that they just had to keep swallowing his loads to get a more and more sensitive throat. That provided plenty of motivation in theory. In practice, some women lacked confidence. In Sara's case, that lack was honestly justified. She lacked both experience and talent in this matter. The most she had done was nibble on the tip.

"Suck me off," he told her again. "Do it at your pace."

"B-but you're so needy, Master." Sara's breath brushed over a cock that achingly throbbed with every heartbeat.

"Then don't make me wait any more," he implored. Sara was a submissive like the rest of them, but she did not like it as rough as everyone else… at least not without some long foreplay and light mind breaking. "I've told you what I want, Sara. Do you want to deny me?"

Sara bit her lower lip and shook her head. Her hands wrapped around his cock again. Her reddish brown lips parted. She licked the tip of his cock, shivered erotically, then wrapped her lips around it.

She got no deeper than the rim of his glans. "Open your mouth a little wider. Don't let your teeth touch me," Alex instructed. Blushing deeply, too aware of her shortcomings, Sara obliged. As she did, she moaned in surprise and satisfaction. "Follow my instructions and you will keep feeling good," he reminded her of his devilishly charming voice. "Your lips should be a tight seal around my cock… just like that, good girl."

Alex genuinely groaned the last couple of syllables. It did not take much to make him feel good in this current state. A tight pair of enthusiastic lips really was enough. That and a bit of movement.

"No hands," Alex instructed her next. She lowered them. Her eyelids fluttered. The blush was barely because of embarrassment any more. That the whole harem was no longer watching directly helped with that. Rather than stand there, waiting their turn, the remaining tomboys had taken to the tub and the surrounding seats, spending the time preparing themselves for their turn by cleaning, chatting, masturbating, and making out.

Sara did not need the next order. Once she had a little bit of confidence, she started sliding back and forth on her own. Tiny movements, by Alex's standards, and as much as she was capable of. Bit by bit, she got to the edge of her throat. Once there, she focused on worshipping what she could without going any further. Alex's hand between her ears guided her.

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"That's a good girl," he groaned. His urge to push her down was surprisingly muted. Getting her to choke on his cock was a base sadistic desire that he simply had. Yet, at this moment, he was content watching her cover the upper third of his cock with the sticky mixture of drool and precum.

Was it because this inexperienced woman was doing the best she could? Maybe, although that hadn't stopped Alex from pushing other sex slaves before. Was it because she was just that adorable? Yes, that was likely the answer. Something about Sara, all blushy and uncertain, diminished the urge to utterly mess her up and invoked the regular protection urge. Some women just had that 'vanilla' air to them.

Granted, 'vanilla' could never truly apply within this harem.

By now, Sara was entirely mesmerized by what she was doing. Little sighs of pleasure accompanied her tasting his precum. He barely had to guide her. Still, she lacked the confidence to take him into her throat and, likely, the sensitivity to really enjoy it.

Alex could have continued training her, but this was good enough for one night and he had a long orgy ahead of him. For fairness in his enormous harem, he needed to keep things moving.

Leveraging his hold of her head, Alex pulled Sara off his cock. There was no satisfying pop to cap things up with, just another sign of her lack of skill. 'It's only been a week and we will have years,' Alex told his hot-blooded desires, channelling them instead into turning Sara around.

The bunny woman was as pliable when it came to her position as she was in her state of mind. After his orders had flooded her with near-orgasmic pleasure, the submissive instinct had taken over. The blush on her face was one of pure desire to please her Master. Her head was halfway turned, observing him from the corner of her flustered eyes.

Alex was bowed over her. She was a small thing in need of protection - and breeding. His male instincts were swift to add that second point with view of her thighs and wide hips. Sara was the embodiment of 'bottom-heavy'. One day, hopefully not too far away, he would see those flat breasts grow with milk.

Even if he consciously knew that the foundations for that could not be laid today, Alex's instincts roared at the fantasy. Overflowing desires manifested in a deep growl, while he aligned his throbbing cock with her ready hole. "P-please use me to satisfy yourself, Master!" Sara urged, quivering in anticipation.

Alex had no words in response. He began to push into her, letting out another groan while her cunt enveloped him. The steaming hot bath near them was not half as intense as the heat that clenched all around him. His cock stretched her folds, the swollen labia parting as the head vanished and more and more of the shaft followed.

Be it by the magic of the island, genetic coincidence, or pure confirmation bias, Alex could not stop feeling like all of these women were made perfectly for him. He struggled to push into her gripping folds, but only in such a way that it added to both of their enjoyment. He was widening the corridor, but only so much that she enjoyed it.

His hand had wandered to the back of her neck. He was holding onto her trembling, dark-skinned form gently. She continued to gaze up with him with raw lust and veneration. Her pinkish brown lips were parted. Somehow, her breath was visible in the hot air.

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Alex gradually worked the rest of his manhood into her. "Such a good set of holes," he complimented her.

Giggling, Sara rolled her hips. The submissive gesture made both of them moan. Her folds rubbed up against his cock, velvety and yet firm. "So haaaard," the bunny tomboy made known her own appreciation. One sex appreciated softness, the other hardness, just another reminder that they were meant to compliment each other.

Alex was blessed with more than one woman to aid him, many more. "You two, come here," he ordered, gesturing at two random members of his willing sex slaves. Those two turned out to be Valeria and Jane. Chocolate cat girl and English-Irish elf hastened over, to warm his large body with their curves. "Look who is all eager," he teased Jane.

"I'm enjoying being a toy more by the day," the redhead admitted with complete sincerity. His friend knew exactly what was happening to her - which was reassuring. He did not want to train her without her knowing, neither did he want to break what they had before. A changed relationship was inevitable, but what was willing sexual slavery without a little banter?

Not the lifestyle Alex was angling for, that was the answer.

Jane leaned up to catch a kiss, which her Master denied her. Alex instead hooked a thumb into her mouth. "Suck on it," he ordered. She needed almost as much blowjob training as Sara did.

The one to receive his kiss instead was Valeria. Her back pressed against his side, she tilted her head all the way back. The position made the following make-out session vertical. To keep her balance and because she wanted to, she ran a hand through his short hair. The other was busy rubbing her wet pussy.

Unusual as it was, the position had many advantages. Second among them was that Alex was even more in control than usual. By height, his kisses always had him on top. This was even more than that. The mess of their sloppy kisses marked the direct woman's face. By gravity, the drool only had one way to go. She had to concentrate to keep the position, while he just had to wrestle her tongue as he always did.

Chief among the benefits was that Valeria presented herself to the crowd. All of them were getting more aware and confident in their individual kinks by the day, and Valeria with her exhibitionism was no different. Her large breasts jiggled for everyone to see. Deep brown skin stretched over the athletic midriff. Her fingers did not just stimulate her sensitive spots, but also spread her labia for all to witness her drenched, pretty pink insides.

All the while, Alex pounded Sara from behind. The bunny was meeting his thrusts readily. The sense of timing a tennis player naturally developed was oddly useful in reading his rhythm. Either that or a submissive's talent for reading her dom's desires was oddly useful in developing a sense of timing in tennis. Whichever it was, it led to the loud clapping of her ass meeting his groin to echo through the room.

Sara was an adorable mess of little "Yes"s and "Master"s. Sweat and dew from the humid air pearled down her skin. Orgasmic spasms sent drops flying whenever she tossed her head back. Her ass and thighs were jiggling under every swing of their hips.

"Stand up," Alex grunted to Valeria. The climber obeyed, but almost fell when the order made her climax mid-motion. The hand that had been on Sara's back wrapped around Valeria's hips, keeping her standing. The bunny woman kept shaking her ass dutifully, moaning and climaxing all the same.

The hot cunt of the mixed race Latina was in reach of Alex's tongue now. He marvelled at the twitches, the swell of her pubic mound, then leaned in. Her exposed clit was easy to kiss, the set of holes it belonged to easy to make scream. His tongue penetrated ready folds. It stretched, further and further, until it left the boundaries of a human tongue and became a slithering muscle that curved and coiled, stimulating sensitive spots from entrance to depths.

"Mmhmassster." Valeria's fingers ran through his hair, holding onto his head for support. She trembled. His fingers sunk into her plump ass. She purred.

On the other side of Alex's body, Jane gasped. High-pitched and sweet, a singular word flowed from her red lips. "Yes!" Just his fingers, coated in her saliva, brushing down her wet and sweaty body was enough to make the elf shiver with excitement. When he reached her cunt, she practically impaled herself on his fingers. She buried her face in the depression of his shoulder. Ecstatic cries reverberated against his skin.

Eating out one sex slave and fingering another did little to distract him from the main course. His hips were rocking back and forth, rhythm matched by the fat ass of the bottom-heavy bunny in front of him. Valeria and Jane were cumming, of that there was no doubt. Sara was experiencing her own personal heaven. Top down, bottom up, the brunette appeared to focus all of her being on keeping her butt bouncing.

Alex grunt. The tightness of the comparatively small woman's cunt was gripping his cock fervently with every motion, subtle or not. Whenever he was pushing into her, her cunt felt like it was sucking him inside and whenever he pulled back it definitely did not want to her go. Walls clung to his girth like a contracting glove. Squirting pussy juices drenched their sexes, their legs, and formed a puddle on the floor.

The pussy of a woman was truly made to extract a man's seed and the pussy of one of his sex slaves deserved a filling. Despite that thought, Alex pulled out. He disentangled himself from his side pieces. "Suck my cock!" he ordered urgently.

Sara was too entranced to doubt herself again. She swiftly turned around and wrapped her velvety lips around his sensitive cock. He was at the edge of orgasm. That she took in barely more than his glans did not matter. Her tongue did what little work was required. Seed rushed up his shaft, accompanied by a deeply relieved groan.

The taste of his cum sent one more orgasm through the bunny-eared set of holes. Eyelids fluttered. Tall ears trembled. Every spurt was a long stream. Sara kept gulping instinctively. He would teach her another time to gather, present, and wait for permission. For now, he just let his balls tighten.

"Good girl," he whispered loudly. A final compliment for a cocksleeve that barely managed a gooey grin, before relaxing a little too much. Jane was right next to her, helping the tennis player to a resting position on the floor. Valeria, after an approving nod by Alex, took his cock into her throat.

He was still hard and the other haremettes still watching. That they were bathing was a pretence that kept them busy. The scrubbing motions more often than not got stuck on hard nipples and wet cunts, their own or others. Valeria's throat was just the chosen tool of cleaning and entertainment while he decided what to do next.

The climber remained his comfort hole until she climaxed one more time, then he decided to bless other members of his harem with his presence and attention. The reek of his own sweat made him move towards the tub. There was little purpose in a bathroom orgy if he did not take advantage of the bath.

The tree had reacted to his intent in subtle ways. The submerged bench had turned into more of a submerged bed. It was shallow, letting the man of the island lay down in water that went up to his sides. Far enough that he could be washed, yet not far enough that the constantly circulating water messed with the lubrication coating his cock

Immediately, he was beset by offering hands. Charlotte and Sofia were the first there. "You look like you need a hand," the French vixen purred.

"O-our Master need never pleasure himself," Sofia stammered in worship - and worship the duo did.

Their tongues caressed his twitching cock, while they splashed water over his legs, scrubbing him clean by grinding against him with their smooth curves. Blair and Janette were by his side next, the two sluts turned private sets of holes showing all of their veneration by cleaning his arms and upper chest. They demanded nothing for this treatment, did not even attempt to get his fingers into their glistening sexes. Certainly, the two oral enthusiasts sent hungry gazes to his cock, but they remained where they were.

Alex basked in the service. Initially, the working of his cock was a secondary priority. All of the dirt and dried sweat from the day had to be scrubbed off first. Slender fingers trailed the peaks and valleys of his defined muscles.

Niara was the fifth woman to join. Even in the heat that filled the room, the Kenyan maintained her hard expression. Immovable features clashed with the swift care with which she cleaned his chest and abs.

The service transitioned more and more to something purely lustful. Once the hot water had relaxed his muscles and cleaned his skin, the worship of his cock became the exclusive task of Sofia and Charlotte. They went back and forth, deepthroating the whole of his girthy rod.

Blair and Janette moaned when he penetrated their pussies with his fingers. "You deserve a reward for cleaning me so well," he told them. They took that to mean he desired their lips and they were not wrong. One, the other, then both bowed down to kiss him. Hot and tight, their walls hugged his fingers.

Buried under female attention, time flowed fast. That he was neglecting one of the five women he was entangled with only occurred to him when he had pumped another load into Sofia's mouth. She swapped it back and forth with Charlotte, while Blair and Janette quivered from an orgasm brought by his skilled fingers.

Their faces no longer filled his field of view, giving him a straight view of Niara. The wolf-eared woman was always stone-faced, but now she seemed positively annoyed. Seated on his chest and left hot and bothered, she had a right to be.

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Alex had the solution to this, or at least he intuited one. His right hand was relieved from the duty of working Janette's pussy and instead placed on Niara's head. The wolf girl gave it a sour and confused glare.

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Not an encouraging reaction to begin with. Yet, Alex pursued this strategy. His large hand moved gently between her fluffy ears. She remained put, her expression softening gradually. Alex got bolder, rubbing the wolf ears between his digits, scratching behind them, and whispering little words all the while. "You're such a good girl for waiting. You'll get your reward in a moment. You want your reward, don't you, my sex pet?"

"Yesh, Mashtehr," Niara slurred. Her cheeks were flushed, her tongue lolled out like that of a panting dog, for that was what she was now - a true bitch in heat.

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"Charlotte, Sofia, make room, I want my Niara to ride me," Alex ordered.

Moaning as they obeyed, the two tomboys shuffled deeper into the tub. The wolf woman straddling his chest needed a few seconds, before realizing what she had been offered. A faint echo of her sternness returned to her face when his hands were removed from her fluffy ears. She needed to focus to do as her Master desired.

After letting out a sound between approving moan and bark, Niara changed from straddling to squatting. She moved above his cock, pussy dripping with pent-up desire. She aligned herself with his cock, then started to descend. "Look at me," Alex demanded, just as the head of his cock disappeared between hot folds.

Niara raised her gaze from their joining sexes to his face. Her eyelids gently fluttered, brows quivered, while she gradually sunk down. She was a chocolate beauty of hazel irises, dark skin and even darker hair. Her mouth hung open. Her runner's discipline kept her breathing in through the nose, even as she pushed out each breath with a panting sigh. She impaled herself further, her hands submerged to either side of him.

After what felt like a short eternity, her pubic mound kissed his groin. The swollen womanhood of the Kenyan Olympian was a soft and firm rise between the curves created by her thighs. The squatting position made the small-breasted woman look especially animalistic. Alex loved it.

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"I want you to ride me until you're satisfied," Alex ordered. A dangerous suggestion in the sexual sense. A woman given free rein would often take a pace that was unsustainable for a man, especially one as fit as Niara was. Alex believed in his own stamina or, at least, he believed he would stay hard even if it took him a couple of rounds.

Niara took his order and bounced with it. Toned thighs tensed when she raised her hips and then slammed back down with primal force. She shuddered, head to toe, and repeated the motion instantly. She growled and grinned. Her drooling came to a stop only because she clenched her teeth. Her eyes rolled up and her hips accelerated further. No words left her. She truly was a beast, riding her mate, chasing satisfaction and seed.

Niara threw her head back and howled at the ceiling. Powerful spasms slowed her motions. Muscles in her legs nearly locked up. The water around her arms rippled from involuntary motions. Her midriff went through rhythmless waves of relaxation and tensing, her glistening abs showing and disappearing. Walls inside massaged Alex's manhood. Pussy juices added a new wetness to his cleaned cock.

The peak of the climax passed and Niara immediately resumed moving. She swayed her hips like a belly dancer of primal grace, then gradually transitioned to larger motions, until she was right back to rocking her ass up and down. Water splashed with each impact.

Alex had seen enough… that was a lie, there was no seeing enough of this. However, his face had other uses than being entranced with one woman when there were so many more to pleasure. Charlotte and Sofia had joined Janette and Blair in lounging next to him. They were playing with one another while awaiting his attention, an attention Sofia was now granted.

"Sit on my face," Alex ordered the brunette, who blushed deeply and smiled broadly.

"Y-yes, Master!" she exclaimed, then swung her petite body on top of him. His tongue tasted her honeypot. Shallowly, at first, then he let the monstrous muscle slither in deeper, coil and fold to press up against a variety of sensitive spots at once. Sofia ran her slender fingers through his hair and screamed out her ecstasy. "Master is tasting me!" She made it sound like it was the greatest honour a woman could receive.

'For one of my sex slaves, it certainly is up there,' Alex thought and chuckled at the continued absurdity of his fantastic life.

Sofia was soon brought to her own climax. No matter how much his tongue stimulated her, Niara always remained the loudest. This remained true even after Sofia made room for Charlotte, Charlotte for Blair, and Blair for Janette. Each shouted out their venerations, each screamed as his tongue made them orgasm. Niara overpowered than them all, the usually silent, stoic woman a steady stream of bestial sounds.

Alex had no count of how many orgasms Niara rode herself too. Satisfaction could not be put in a number. A singular word, the only word she uttered in this entire orgy, made clear what she needed: "Cum."

"I'm close," Alex assured her between licks of Janette's cunt, then groaned when Niara's wild ride turned frantic in its pace. A little nudge by Alex's hand on her ass was all Janette needed to remove herself from his face. He wanted to see the finale.

Niara was moving with fast, long motions. Too fast, too long, his cock flopped out of her. The hard meat rod smacked on skin, glistening with Niara's pussy juices. He was twitching, so close to release. Hastily, Niara grabbed his cock and guided it back into her cunt. It, too, was twitching. Agape walls yearned to be stretched again. Heat enveloped Alex.

Niara took a lesson from this, refusing to raise her hips at all for the final stretch. Sitting on his groin, she moved her hips back and forth, left and right, circled them. The shifting of her walls was enough to deliver more pleasure to both of them, but it was a slow pleasure compared to the heated mating that had preceded it. So close to release, that pace felt extremely good, almost painfully so.

Sensing his impeding orgasm in every throb of his manhood, Niara sat straight on his cock. Her hands now framed the mark his incubus bloodline had left above her womb. "God, I can't wait to breed you, you nubile bitch," Alex pushed out.

The words set off Niara one more time. The folds all around Alex clenched down intensely. That was all he could take. His balls finally tensed, shooting ecstasy up his spine and seed deep into his willing sex pet.

Niara went almost quiet. Her disciplined breathing broke, reducing her to a rapid panting while her entire body shuddered. Pussy juice squirted all over their joined sexes. He pumped white into her depths. More and more of it, until he was spent.

Alex pulled the wolf-eared woman to his chest and gently scratched her ears. The post-orgasmic shivers slowly came to a stop. "Satisfied?" he asked, to which she simply nodded. A few seconds later, his cock, still hard, was out in the air. Her word-deficiency was oddly endearing, Alex found.

While Niara went on to be eaten out by other haremettes, Alex set his sights on other parts of his harem.

He was stunned for a moment, taking in the beauty that he beheld. Amethyst and Evelyn were making out while Astrid fingered her pussy. Yahui and Selana were scissoring, the two submissive women doing their best to pleasure each other while looking at him. Even now, Alex could not quite believe his luck, but he knew what he was expected to be and slipped into that role enthusiastically.

"You three," he pointed at Amethyst, Evelyn and Astrid. "Bend over the edge of the tub."

"""Yes, Master!""" the three answered, individuality submitted to his will.

Alex rose from the tub and got behind the trio of round derrières. A slime girl, a Latina, and a northern European - all three were lined up for his attention. He gave them a taste swiftly, smacking their round butts. Purple, brown and tan, pliable flesh jiggled all the same. "Use their tongues as you please," Alex told the rest of his harem, then pushed his hard cock into Amethyst.

He fucked her, then Evelyn, then Astrid, then went back to Amethyst and continued to cycle as it fancied him. Groping tits and ass, fingering cunts and mouths, he had his way with them. As he had suggested and demanded, other haremettes muffled the moans of the trio with their pussies. The room was filled with a constant flood of moans.

A particularly loud cry of pleasure pulled Alex's attention to a corner of the tub.

Tess was seated in shallow water. Reclined, her elbow on the frame of the tub, she pushed her bucking hips against her own fingers. Her huge tits were sagging, following the demand of gravity with all of their weight. Pale skin glistened from moisture and sweat. Her abs were tense. The womb tattoo, a bright pink at that moment, rose intensely above her pussy.

Eyes as silver-white as her halo stared at him. Tess was entirely entranced, displaying a thoughtless, plain lust on her face that was devoted to watching him dominate others. She circled her clit with two fingers, trembling enough to send waves out from where her plump ass met the water. She had no collar on her, yet she looked like a sex slave through and through.

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"Master," Tess swooned, once she realized his attention had fallen on her. She spread her legs wide, so he could see exactly what she was doing to herself.

Alex feasted on the sight. His cock was plunging in and out of various partners, sating his direct lust with the cunts of other slaves while he watched his first one drive herself wild. Eager to stimulate him as much as the twitching walls did, Tess curled two fingers into her pussy.

Water and pussy juices splashed as she engaged in a rapid pace. To call her masturbation feverish was to understate her trembling state. She was positively fervent in her need to pleasure herself. His gaze turned on to a degree neither of them would have thought possibly. Yet, this was not magic. Alex knew the difference between pure perversions and supernatural phenomena by now. The reality was that Tess was just a born nympho, a woman that had not known how much she needed to be the sex slave of a firm and gently Master.

Tess twisted her nipple and howled, her cunt shooting up in the air when she made herself climax. Red lips were agape. Her pussy drooled. Water pearled off pale skin. She spasmed, slowly lowering her hips. An orgasm to take the edge off under normal circumstances and a mere part of the show here. Alex found it unsatisfying to watch her feel only this much pleasure. He could make it so much better for her.

"Come here," Alex demanded.

"With pleasure," Tess swooned. Her usual cool demeanour had entirely melted away, replaced by the absolute adoration and worship she felt for her Owner. She moaned loudly when he grabbed her by the back of the head. "Ma-" she began, only to have her mouth sealed with his.

Tess' eyes rolled up. Her breathing was heated and ragged, a true display of just how much she lusted for him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself up as much as she could. Huge tits squished against his muscular side. A muffled scream echoed in their kiss when his hand came down on her plush ass.

Tess was so much woman. Fat tits, wide hips, fit and yet soft all over, just like her sarcastic attitude yielded to love where it mattered the most. She was a submissive cocksleeve, dripping constantly with love juices while she made out with her man - a man that was making another woman squirt by pounding her brains out.

A swift move had him move from Evelyn's cunt to Astrid. His hips swung back and forth, driving his manhood deep into the blonde's folds. His hands were all over Tess at the same time. The gothic woman practically melted against him, His fingers invaded her cunt, making her squeal. He cupped one of her tits with his other hand. Enormous as he was, he could grasp all of that female flesh.

His hands drove Tess wild. She was quivering, still holding tightly to his neck. His tongue was playing with hers. Whatever he desired was her pleasure. Dripping pussy juices soaked his digits. Ethereal angel wings trembled behind her. Eyes of holy silver glowing softly were visible behind her half-closed lids. She was taut as a bowstring, yet totally relaxed. She screamed. She moaned. She was his Tess, his sex slave, and he hungered for her service.

Alex pulled out of Astrid just as she was starting to squirt. Her gaping hole twitched with every explosive release of love juices. He left her in that state, breathing heavily, flushed, and fucked silly. She barely had the presence of mind to let out a disappointed noise at the absence of her Master's cock.

Alex was ready to carry Tess off to the side, where a protrusion from the wooden wall of the Tree of Harem Life formed a natural bench. He halted in the motion for a second, only because his eyes fell on a second pair of tits worthy to be involved in what he desired next. Huge spheres of squishy flesh, covered in freckles. Kiara's tits looked so much larger on her dwarven frame.

He glanced up from the shortstack's chest to find her blue eyes. There was a teasing light in them, but it did not fully surface. The bratty side of the Irish cocksleeve was trumped by the urge to be used after watching and getting her pussy licked by Astrid, Evelyn and Amethyst.

An urge Alex aimed to fulfil.

"Kiara, follow me," he ordered.