Island 9 (3)

"Kiara, follow me," he ordered.

"Yes, Master!" Kiara exclaimed and rose from the bathtub. Tess was a whole lot of woman and Kiara, somehow, matched her despite being so much shorter. In some aspects, the dwarf arguably surpassed the toned goth. Every little movement of the stout shortstack sent ripples through her body. She was female curves boiled down to their most extreme, without skirting into the realm of ridiculous.

Alex sat down on the bench with an audible sigh of relief. Pounding and pounding women for minutes on end was exhausting even to his titanic muscles. "I want you to use those," he said, squeezing the tits of both women. His touch made them tremble, the withdrawal of his hands made them swoon with delightful need.

Two of the eldritch servants flowed into the room, called by the desires of its owners. The masses of black goo quickly went across, then formed a cushion for Tess knees and a soft stool for Kiara to be on the same level. "So convenient," Tess remarked and got comfortable on her favourite spot: beneath her Master and saviour.

"Thank Master for his tools," Kiara agreed, shooting Alex a genuinely happy smirk.

"...Good girls," he responded quietly after a slight delay. The compliments made him feel just a little bit bashful, an odd sensation when mixed with his expected dominance. Somehow, the break in his hard tone only made the loving gazes stronger. He could only guess that his submissives were delighted in seeing the man behind the Master shine through. The idea made his heart pound harder. Every confirmation that they loved him, not just his sexual expertise, made his love for them that much deeper in return.

The two willing sex slaves laughed, then gasped. Cupping their own tits made them blush with renewed arousal, sensitive as their huge breasts were. Gasps were replaced with intense moans, when the orbs of man's hopes and dreams squished together, this hard cock between them.

Words on the submissives' lips were silenced. Alex could practically see the contents of their world and thoughts narrowing down to his dick. Completely buried in hot, soft flesh, it felt like part of him had been pulled into a pocket of heaven. He gripped the edge of his seat and watched, in a total trance, while Kiara and Tess worked out their shared rhythm.

Together, they rose and fell. Once they had that basic pattern down, they began to experiment. Alternating their pace so one rose as the other fell was one popular technique. Another was to stop with his dick enveloped and to massage him by squeezing their breasts harder. As they kneaded, it looked like the excessive amount of pliable flesh would spill over. Softness was reigned in by the firmness of their glistening skin.

They had practised while he was away, that much was immediately obvious. Their coordination was too good for two women that had been sharing him for only three days. The fantasy of them spending minutes or even hours in sapphic embrace only made the scene before him hotter.

"I'm going to… cum…" Alex warned.

Heated breaths urged him to unload. Heated motions got him closer and closer. The two women trembled, themselves clearly close to the edge. Sensitive nipples were rubbing against each other. His cock between their mountains of femininity had them drooling. They looked up at him, wordlessly begging him to cover their faces and tits.

Alex thrust up, his desires overflowing. His seed spurted from the double cleavage, raining down on black and orange hair. Tongues were reflexively extended. The sex slaves tilted their heads back, trying to catch as much of his seed as possible. The load was enormous. Four spurts, each as thick as the first, rained down on them. Several more followed with less pressure, painting their pale tits with his white cum.

Simultaneously, the two tit slaves came. They were already orgasming when his seed touched their taste buds, then squirted between clenched thighs. Eyelids fluttered. Toes curled. Alex grunted. They gasped and moaned and kept kneading their tits for his delight.

Alex's cock was still hard, his hips now rested, and his desire undiminished. On a whim, he decided between the two sets of holes. Tess barely reacted to getting picked up and pushed against the wall.

There were no more than three heartbeats between the cum-coated breasts of the raven-haired angel squishing against the wall and Alex penetrating her. His heart pumped hard, providing all of the dom's enormous frame with blood and energy while he buried the woman under him. Tess was a whole lot of woman, but compared to him, she might as well have been a shortstack.

The actual shortstack swiftly became the centre of attention by Selana and Ashley. Tall, busty cow girl and mousey Asian were united in their desire to lap every drop of cum off the curves of the orange-haired dwarf. Kiara's post-orgasmic moans echoed in the room, mixing with the other noises of lesbian activity, all of them drowned out by what the haremettes focused on. For all of the attention that they paid to each other, what truly turned them on were Tess' screams.

And the angel did scream. She screamed as if she was getting paid for it in the billions, yet no wanton whore could have ever faked the bliss that made her vocal cords vibrate. Alex was pounding her with the ferocity of a beast. It had only been nine days since he had deflowered her. It had already been nine days since he had deflowered her. Since then, he had been in this cunt every day and he would continue to do so every day until he died.

What other choice was there? Rutting into these velvety folds was the most base of instincts. Every part of Alex's blood sung while he filled the room with the rough and rhythmic smack of hips against juicy cheeks. Tess' ass got not chance to ever settle. Pliable meet rippled and quaked. Thick thighs trembled, barely able to keep her stable. She stood on her toes. He held her by the waist, his thumbs almost meeting above her median furrow. Her pale skin looked cold, yet was so hot.

There was nothing measured about it. It was not lovemaking. He was fucking Tess. He was rutting into her with all of the desire he had for her. The gothic woman threw her head back, revealing her cum-covered face. One of her eyes was glued shut by a spurt of the heavy load. Her bangs stuck together. A drop of white pearled down to her red lips, to be eagerly received by her tongue. She shuddered among her multi-orgasmic spasms. To count the seconds when she wasn't squirting all over her own legs would have been easier.

Alex had no perception of time or of his own endurance. When he reached the zenith of his own lust, it happened suddenly. He was still pounding her by the time he realized that he was growling ecstatically. His cock was tensing, pumping loads into her. His motions became irregular, then impossible to maintain. He rammed deep into her one last time, assuring that the last few drops of his seed were released right against her cervix.

That it was yet futile did not matter. One day, not too far away he hoped, it would not be.

Alex pulled out of Tess and helped her to sink to the ground. Heavily breathing, the goth woman dwelled in her afterglow. Like a set of horny little cum goblins, Selana, Sofia and Ashley arrived on the scene to lick the fresh cream out of the angel's pussy.

The trio did not make it to their target. Alex stepped between them and the moment his frame entered their field of view, he was their entire world. They had not registered that the orgy was on the downwind. Most of the haremettes had gotten pounded one way or another by now and thus exhausted. The three of them were among the few that hadn't - a status that he quickly changed.

Sofia was first. Picking up the Estonian fencer was scarily easy, but she trusted him so completely with her body that her only reaction to being lifted a metre off the ground was to drip. Her pussy enveloped his long, hard cock readily. Any shyness in her frame had been eliminated by the long wait and he fucked her standing. Ashley and Selana worshipped his balls as he did so.

A service that he rewarded them for one after the other. Selana got it first, the hyper-submissive cocksleeve begging for a mating press. He took her right there, on the floor, hammering her until she squirted.

After that, he took some time oral training Ashley. The mousey Asian was a natural cocksucker and rewarding her by filling her throat with his cock was only natural. It was borderline concerning to watch a woman this small and slender take his huge cock down to the base, yet she did it all the same. He came in her mouth and allowed her to swallow, making her more sensitive the next time he facefucked her. Watching the shy reported squirm as his seed on her taste buds made her climax never got any less exciting.

The orgy continued in the tub, more relaxed than before. Alex made sure the girls that he had not penetrated yet were fucked to at least an orgasm and that those that still had energy got his attention. They were proactive in this, all of them coming to him for the loving touch of his fingers and cock - all of them except one.

"Are you not feeling it tonight?" Alex asked, looking at the only other person in the room not utterly drunk of multiple orgasms.

Yahui's fingers combed through her long, wavy hair. The black tresses were damp from a bath she had taken near the beginning of the orgy. Now her hand settled next to her wide hips on the wooden rim of the enormous tub. Only her lower legs were still submerged, waving back and forth.

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The pale Chinese woman smiled gracefully. She did not strike an exceptionally alluring pose, but neither did she need to. Her small breasts and athletic, bottom-heavy figure were allure enough for any hot-blooded male. The thickness of her thighs hid her cunt from view, but the mark above her womb was very visible - his mark.

"Quite the contrary, Master," she cooed and parted her legs. She revealed her pussy, swollen and wet with lust, yet not as swollen nor wet as Alex would have expected it to be. Had she played with herself as she waited, the pretty pink of her labia would have looked redder by now. "I decided that it would be most ecstatic to… wait my turn."

"I didn't demand that of you," Alex noted.

Yahui shook her head and laughed like a lady. "No, you did not, Master…" she let the title chosen for him linger on her lips for a moment, "...this is how I decided to partake in this orgy: by watching and quietly venerating you, right up until the moment when you saw it fit to grace me with your cock."

A loud scream interrupted their conversation. Alex tightened his grip around Jane's throat, so the redhead wouldn't further interrupt them while he used her pussy. "What if I decide not to give you a turn?" he asked, out of curiosity.

A light tremble went through the Chinese gymnast. "I would survive… but I would be disappointed."

Yahui sat there, so graceful, so patient, and it rubbed a part of Alex the wrong way. Her decision to await his love was flattering in one way, yet he desired to watch her melt, to watch that grace be reduced to pleading need by his presence. 'I really am becoming a whole lot more sadistic,' he thought and thrust into Jane one more time.

Her cunt gripped his manhood with orgasmic intensity, while he pulled out. He left the pointy-eared cocksleeve spasming in the shallow of the tub, then walked across to Yahui. The blue gaze of the Chinese woman changed, subtly at first, then rapidly. The closer he got, the more the heat she had been enduring rose to the surface.

By the time he stood in front of her, she was audibly breathing. All that grace was quickly melting. "You're one of my sex slaves, are you not?"

"Since the day you first fucked me," she swooned, then giggled. "Although I suppose that was only about a week ago." She shook her head. "Irrelevant. Yesterday or ten years from now, I am yours, Master."

"Help me inside you," he ordered her.

The melting grace was cracking. Blatant lust was now showing on her face, her hands almost darting to his cock. Her touch was cool, although not unpleasantly so. Yahui's changes were not yet visible on the surface, but her decrease in body temperature would have been alarming in any medical context. To Alex, they were just another enticing oddity.

She angled his cock at her wet snatch while he lifted her up. He only moved her a little bit, closer to the edge of the seat. It made it easier for him to climb on top of her. "Mhmassssterrrrr!" she moaned, when the head of his penis pressed into her wet folds. "Sssssoooo hooooooot!"

Penetrating her broke the dam of elegance fully. The light smile spread into a full grin, full of the energy a sexually submissive tomboy should have. Alex loved that smile. He tasted it with his lips, making the Chinese cocksleeve moan into his mouth while he bottomed out against her.

"I'll make all that waiting worth it," he whispered into her ear and began to fuck her - hard.

A small grace period allowed Yahui's tight folds to get used to his girthy manhood. Once he had stretched her out sufficiently, he was ploughing her as if she was the first woman he had seen in three days. The gymnast screamed. She supported her upper body with both of her arms, to keep a nice view of where the two of them were joined. Wet squelches of rough fucking underlined her vocalizations.

The hard pounding of the cold woman put a second wind into the orgy. Tired moans rose into one last hurrah of orgasmic shouts. Alex did not know what exactly happened behind him in the tub. He only heard women fingering each other, kissing, and splashing in warm water. He could not see, but he could imagine. Yahui looked past him at all, drinking it in.

"Take a good look at it all," he encouraged. "That's the rest of our life together."

Alex slung his right arm around her leg, then shifted out of her line of sight. Yahui gasped when she got a proper look at the sapphic orgy of the dumbfucked sex slave sorority she so swiftly had joined. "Master!" she exclaimed, her cunt tightening as a sudden orgasm rippled through her well-shaped curves.

Alex kept fucking her through it. His groin and abs smacked against her thigh with every harsh thrust. Blue eyes rolled up. Yahui's tongue lolled out. She was a mess of fulfilled desires, wet hair, and sweet pheromones. She was exactly the way Alex wanted her.

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Time once more melted into nothing but harsh thrusts. Alex was determined to make Yahui scream for every minute she had spent waiting. He wanted to reward her for being patient and punish her for not partaking in the orgy with her fellow set of holes. A strange duality of emotions that he did not bother to decipher. They came from the same place, the place that had allowed him to become the dom of this gathering of tomboys, and he would heed his instincts on the matter.

The instinct that told him to keep pounding her brains out until his hips stopped moving and he filled her womb with his love.

Yahui's lukewarm skin was flushed with desire. Her eyes did not manage to focus on the continuing orgy again. She was in a constant state of bliss, getting mercilessly pounded by her Owner. She was a gorgeous mess, writhing visibly from overlapping orgasms. Her pussy gushed and squirted. Her upper lips were trying her best to formulate more delightful calls of his name and titles. She never got further than the first vowel. "Aaaahh-" Alex. "Mhmaaaaaaahhhhh!" Master. "Looooo-o-o-o-" Love.

It was all the same, for he understood. He understood that she was his and he was hers. To her, he owed the obligation that he owed to all of his haremettes: to take care of her, to cherish her, to love her, and to give her the best life he could.

Of course all of that included hammering her tight cunt.

Alex clenched his teeth. His release was rapidly approaching. He could draw it out, if he slowed down. The constant 'PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!' of smacking against her juicy ass was unsustainable. He held it anyway, right up until the end.

A grunt, a quiver of his hips, a jump of his rigid cock inside her, those were all the signals she got and Yahui knew them perfectly. Throwing her head back, she received his seed with a triumphant scream. It was a savage sound, as if she had to announce to the world that she was the mate of the pack leader. That this was true for everyone else mattered not. It was a sound of joy from within, meant to announce, not to boast.

Her tight walls massaged his shaft from all sides. Spurt after spurt of semen filled up her pussy. Squirting love juices drenched their joined sexes further. The cumdump knew her purpose and delighted in it.

They remained together, still except for the spasms, for almost half a minute. Alex finally pulled back, placing another kiss on Yahui's cheek on the way. When his cock was out of her, it began to shrink. The man of the island was finally spent.

By a miracle, they managed to get to the bedroom before passing out.