Alex turned, taking a single step in the direction he knew his women to be in. A feature of the womb tattoos that he was quite thankful for. His blood ran hot, demanding an outlet.
He stepped out of the edge area of the jungle - or attempted to anyway. In his mad dash, he hadn't realized that he was in another one of those oily fern areas. 'I do wonder if these were also cultivated before,' he thought. 'Forsaken agriculture turned into a death trap…'
After two weeks of always walking with someone by his side, the almost felt off not to have anyone around to share that thought with.
"ALEX?" he heard Charlotte shout. She would have the greatest lungs on her among those three. Came with the swimming territory.
"Yeah!" he shouted back and got a little closer. Finding good fitting between the pools of ferns was a bit difficult, but he managed. "Let me come to you! I somehow got myself in the middle of all these oil ferns!"
"Alright, dude! We'll stay right here and cook under the boiling sun for you!" Charlotte shouted.
"Just follow Tess' glow if you need a lighthouse! Ow!"
Alex snorted. He could imagine the goth angel pinching her fellow tomboy for that comment. 'Maybe I'll spank Selana a bit… elsewhere…' The man of the island raised his gaze slightly. The jungle wasn't thick enough here to completely protect him from the sun. In fact, he got the worst of both worlds where he currently was. The glare of the descending daystar kept burning small purple holes into his sight. 'Distracting,' he complained to himself.
Another step, another careful test of whether the oil-slick soil could hold his weight. He wasn't overly concerned about any quicksand traps. Between his strength and height, he expected he could just hit the bottom and then start walking.
Alex focused on the ground in front of him. He felt a pleasant breeze. He glanced up. There was a mound in his way. He blinked and took another step. The mound raised an arm.
Alex tried to guard. The fist of mud and stone came down way too fast. Reactive plates of thick marble spawned atop the titanic descendant's skin, taking the worst of the blow for him. The supernatural rock was blown to pieces, disappearing into the same magical space it had come from.
He heard the distant shouts of his women as he stumbled back. His mind reached out to his weapon. Gears went into motion, as did his legs. Throwing caution to the wind, Alex leapt for a piece of ground that looked sturdy enough, narrowly escaping a second slam of the creature's fists.
He landed in shallow oil and immediately kept on running, putting the sun in his back and his women behind him.
The creature was some kind of golem. Rune-carved boulders were connected by animated vines. Mosses and ferns had grown from chunks of dirt that had settled between the various segments. When the entity took a step, all of the leaves covering its humanoid form bobbed in unison. The ground shook under the heavy steps of its broad, flat feet.
Two red glowing orbs peeked out between the cover where the head would be expected to be. They flickered left to right, scanning the three women who were arranging themselves behind Alex. "Let's see if I get to use this," Selana growled, a concerning amount of bloodlust in her voice, giving the axe in her hand a testing swing.
Alex could not reprimand her for trying to aid him. If she got any of her pretty ribs broken, then that would be his failure as her man.
The ground besides him turned a solid back and cracked open. The handle of the Cataclysmic Greatsword shot up, finding Alex's open hand already waiting for it. "That's better!" he declared raising the absurdly large and heavy weapon up into a ready stance.
The golem rose upwards to its full height. Even knowing the sun in his back, Alex felt like a shadow was being cast over him. The already enormous golem grew even larger as it stretched its arm up.
Alex found himself in the rare spot where he was out-ranged and out-muscled in a melee. When the arms came down, all he could do was dodge. A leap to the side took him out of the devastating slam of the golem's fists.
Red eyes tracked slowly. The body followed slower. It did not matter. Before Alex had properly landed, the golem turned at the hips. Overgrown arms moved like walls that ended in fists.
Alex turned tail and ran. He ran as fast as his massive legs would take him. The fist grazed his shoulder. The supernatural sturdiness of his skin was the only reason why being 'grazed' by an animated boulder only left a few marks on his upper arm.
He kept running, only turning around when he heard a wet smacking sound. The golem had dragged a rock from the oily mud and now launched it at Alex. He deflected it with the broad of the Cataclysmic Greatsword. A second and third followed, a large gap between each.
Alex just had to find a moment to get back in there..
'This isn't a fight I can win with my current level of brute force,' he thought - to promptly concentrate the mana within him as he had done before. He elevated the titanic might that empowered his statuesque physique, pushing his supernatural brawn even further. His surface muscles bulked up explosively, then shrunk a bit, settling at a size above the usual resting state.
A roar tore from his throat. He crouched down, his muscles loading like compressed springs. He did not run - he skipped across the ground, each step a leap that brought him closer to the enemy.
The golem's shoulders spun around, swiveling on an unseen joint. The motion looked slow but the rock in its hand was launched with immense speed. Alex saw it coming, grit his teeth, and trusted in this body he had dreamt into being over the last two weeks.
His fist swiped through the air. The rock scratched his reinforced skin, leaving barely a mark. Then, it was catapulted off to the side.
Alex jumped one more time, going high. The golem was unprepared for such a fast and reckless attack. The man of the island came back down, sword swinging. The length of the enormous stone blade slammed into the golem's shoulder, slicing and cracking earth and foliage on on its way down.
The massive bulk of the creature was its armour. Alex got less than a third through the torso before he came to a stop. He put his heels against the chest of the automaton and pushed himself away as strongly as he could. Before the golem could grasp him, Alex was landing back in the oily soil, ramming his sword into the ground for stability.
"Just FUCKING breed me already, Jesus!" Selana exclaimed.
"No Jesus here, only our Alex," Tess chastised.
"Yeah, don't be a cheating cow," Charlotte added.
"Flattered as I am, maybe keep the gushing to a minimum until we have actually dealt with this?" Alex shouted back. The wound that he had inflicted was slowly being patched up by rapidly regrowing foliage. "This thing is tough!"
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Tess laughed, a sound of pure delight and trust. "Are you suggesting you may fail me, my Saviour?" The suggestion seemed so absurd to her that she giggled again. When Alex glanced at her, she batted her lashes. "My faith in you is unshakeable. Go on, prove me wrong."
"Tsk," Alex clicked his tongue. "Now I have to do something awesome, don't I?"
He knew the bright smile on Tess' red lips even if his eyes were once more on the enemy. The golem's red eyes responded. Was it angry? Dispassionate? Did it have any thoughts at all?
The foliage kept knitting over the wound, vines tightening like sutures. Its good arm found another large rock in the mud. Its torso swivelled, building up momentum for its next throw.
Alex built up momentum himself, reaching out into the unseen chaos underlying the world. A connection he had not so overtly leveraged before all the same responded to his outreach. A black and purple light enveloped his left hand. The colours glowed impossibly.
The Harem Sultan reached up into the sky and from the crawling chaos rose an eldritch mass of flesh. It emerged in a wave of bitter scents, ripping through a gash in the veil torn open beside the golem. Hooked barbs and pale suckers lined the underside of the elongating mass. The tendril caught the swinging arm mid motion, stretching and rebounding like rubber.
The golem yanked. The tendril held.
Alex gripped his sword with both hands and charged forwards once more. Behind him, he heard the voice of his gothic angel in melodic prayer. "The might of titans in his veins and the enigmatic masses of other things at his beck and call, such is our Master."
The golem raised a foot, bringing it down in a mighty stomp. An impossible wave travelled through the ground, moving soil like it was the surface of a pond. Alex leapt over it, treating the weight of his body and his sword as mere suggestions.
"Witness his stride, witness his urge to impress and protect, such is our Master," Tess continued in her sermon.
Hindered by the tendril, the creature all the same swung its free limb at Alex. A wall ending in a fist and yet something Alex confidently met. He charged into the motion meant to stop him, swinging his blade with all of his power. Stone slammed into stone. Roaring, Alex kept on pushing, adding his weight to the motion. Before he knew it, he had sliced through the limb.
"To be an unstoppable force is his birthright. To be the man we adore is the right he claimed. To be our God is the duty that we ask him to carry."
Alex had to leap over the severed limb, rolling on with its remaining momentum. Midair, defenceless, he stared as the golem ripped itself free of the tendril and began to swing its good arm forwards.
A radiant being on wings of silver landed on the shoulder of the giant. She glowed from within with the flames of her faith, her raven-hair fluttering in unseen winds. In Alex's eyes reflected the sanctified shape of a woman twice saved and forever loving. "AND WE WILL NOT BE HIS BURDEN!" Tess declared, tearing something out of the air.
A high whistling sound was the only warning anyone got. A beam of concentrated light suddenly struck the golem's swinging limb. Silver fire scorched the foliage off the rock. Runes carved into boulders flickered and died, the entire limb falling apart.
Alex landed back on his feet, ripping the Cataclysmic Greatsword upwards, then adjusted and brought it back down in a rapid cross slash. Deep trenches were thusly carved into the automaton's chest. It stumbled backwards, eyes flickering.
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Immediately, Alex wound up for another attack. The golem had no arms left to defend itself with, only a burned socket and a sliced-off stump. It had nothing to stop Alex with.
The man of the island drove the tip of his sword into the creature's knee. The joint held for a moment, then the runes along the leg sputtered like a fading candle. The limb folded under the weight. The giant collapsed to one knee. The ground shook. Tess took to the air again, moving to safety while Alex pulled his blade free and stabbed again.
The tip of the weapon disappeared into the seams that knit together the automaton's chest. Foliage and dirt gave way easily. Stones cracked and magical synapses exploded in showers of arcane sparks.
Alex stared into the malfunctioning eyes of the golem as they dimmed into embers, then faded to nothing. Vines that had been working to restore the creature suddenly went slack. The leaves settled, falling down like the once bristled fur of a slain animal.
"Is it-" Charlotte started.
"Not yet!" Alex shouted.
He had felt the soft hum before the runes had flared back to life. A diminished orange, the magical network burned on emergency reserves. Vines snapped to life once more, rapidly reaching for the severed half of its stump arm.
Alex attempted to strike, but a sudden ripple in the ground robbed him of his footing. He barely prevented himself from fully falling. Impossible ripples spread through the oil, continuously shaking his footing.
The arm was reconnected, the individual boulders coming back to life. With dire certainty, the automaton raised his arm above its head, to end this fight the way it had begun.
Alex willed his tendril to snap into action. It coiled around the raised limb, yanking it backwards. Whatever the golem was doing to vibrate the ground, it stopped when it began to fall back.
The Cataclysmic Greatsword was raised overhead and brought down on the already stabbed core of the creature. Something cracked with a sound like singing glass, bursting into orange light.
When the golem hit the ground, it fully scattered. Its constituent parts lost all cohesion, leaving nothing but some oddly placed boulders and plants behind.
Tess hovered down, planting her bubble butt on one of the taller stones. She sat just a bit above Alex, looking down at him with bedroom eyes. "See, I knew you couldn't disappoint me," she said huskily.
If he hadn't been distracted by something small and fluffy poking its head out of the foliage, Alex would have grabbed the goth angel and fucked her until she could no longer scream.
The small animal was a mixture between a bunny and a cat, fluffy and fast and difficult to place. It rapidly hopped to a safe distance, then stopped on a small cluster of leaves. "Good job, mongrel!" it squeaked and tapped the ground with a paw.
A flower sprouted rapidly, large and white. Its bud unfurled, revealing a singular, large seed. Alex recognized it as the kind used to empower their Tree. "Was all of this a test?" he asked, but the small animal had already disappeared. "Fairies…" he muttered and collected the seed.
"That was awesome!" Selana exclaimed. "Why can't I call down the sun on my enemies?"
"Because you have retarded cow strength," Tess drawled, kicking the air. "Well, my saviour, was I useful?"
"Incredibly useful and gorgeous. No god could ask for a more fitting herald."
Tess pushed her chest out. The almost thirty year old woman preened like a young girl that had received her first compliment. "If my Master says so, then it must be true."
"I'm not even going to make a joke about this one," Charlotte weighed in. "He's genuinely right, that was beyond awesome. You were like… a glowing ball of death and justice." She stopped for a moment, staring at the scorched ground. "Can you do that often?"
"No," Tess answered with complete sincerity. "I don't even know how I did it. I simply had faith that I could."
Angels worked in mysterious ways.
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Alex, too, worked in mysterious ways.
He had elected for them to return to the tree. The day was nearing its end anyhow and he wanted a couple of hours to relax. After spending so much mana and sustaining several light injuries, a bit of sitting around and cuddling his tomboys would do him good.
What should have been a two hour walk back was only about half that. Was his mental map wrong? No. He could feel the magic in his steps. The fae energies he had absorbed earlier in the day were clearly responsible. He felt it in the whimsical ease with which he made distance a suggestion.
Instinctively, he knew the limits of this ability: he could only use it to traverse the jungle and only once per day. Any march through that terrain would be reduced to an hour. A tremendous time saver and the only reason why Alex did not stop to empty his balls.
The little fluffy thing and the seed had distracted him first. Then, he had realized that he had lost the honeycomb in combat and needed to find it. By the time he realized he never had any form of victory fuck, they were already walking down this fae road. The only thing he wanted more than to fuck his tomboys was to be with them all.
'Fuck, I have gotten needy,' Alex thought, not for the first and certainly not for the last time. 'But with views like this, who could blame me?'
All three of his women were walking ahead now. Each was blessed with the kind of ass that lowered their centre of gravity and made Alex's cock feel like it weighed a ton. Tess and Selana were tall hourglasses each, their proportions luscious to the point that they almost felt exaggerated. Despite being shorter, Charlotte barely lagged behind them in size.
They didn't have to do anything to drive him crazy with lust. No exaggerated steps were necessary with hips like that. Trained thighs jiggled naturally as they traversed the uneven terrain. Globes of female flesh swayed under their own weight. Truly, a nubile tomboy just had to exist to be hot. Skin shined with sweat and humidity highlighted the features.
Alex's eyes leapt between the three. He was glued to Selana, specifically, on the final stretch. She strutted with all the confidence of a mountain biker, sending all that she had into a jiggle. He could as much feast his eyes on the back of her massive tits as he could the definitions of her back muscles. Mostly, he lingered on that gorgeously plush ass, though, and the dripping wet cunt peeking out from the gap between her thighs. She was every bit as ready to be taken as he was to take her.
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A movement pulled his attention aside. The massive bunny jumped back, startled by Alex's sudden movement. Alex, in turn, was surprised by where he was. At some point along Selana's sashay, they had arrived in front of the tree. He thought they were due another ten minutes of walking.
Not that he would complain. His cock was aching, drooling precum in fat wads.
"Now would be good," Tess said.
"Yeah?" Charlotte asked, a bit hesitant. "Don't you want to wait until everyone's here?"
"Our Master is suffering," Selana stated, a half-smirk on her lips as she hugged his right side. One arm around his back, she pressed those enormous tits up against him. He would have growled a demand, had Selana not already reached to fulfill it. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, spreading the excessive precum along his length in a couple of pumps. "A hard God deserves a wet, submissive hole, I think that's how it goes?"
"That's how it will go by the time I am done with spreading the faith," Tess drawled - it was impossible to say whether she was being sarcastic or not.
The goth angel moved behind Charlotte. The panting French tomboy yielded totally to the embrace of the black-haired woman, leaning against Tess' massive tits while white hands roamed her curves. Two fingers pushed between the vixen's trembling legs, rhythmically rubbing the nub atop her drenched hole.
"Why do you still deny him? You know what is right," Tess whispered. "Declare your faith so that your mouth may ease his burden."
"Y-...yeah…." Charlotte threw her head back in a low moan when Tess pinched one of her nipples, then slowly sunk to the floor.
The Tree of Harem Life had turned the space in front of its entrance into a flat courtyard of packed dirt. Red leaves lay scattered on the ground, surrounding Charlotte as she settled on her knees. A final shiver of nervous arousal went through her, then she let out a long breath to steady herself.
Eyes lowered, as if her Master was too holy to behold, Charlotte said: "The day has shown me the error of my ways. I've been a slut that did not know the glory that would await me one day. In my mind and in my soul, you are and will always be the only man, my only Master, my one and only Owner and God." She tilted forwards, placing her hands flat on the ground and her forehead on the back of her fingers. "I support the establishment of a Cult to your perfection, Master."
Charlotte remained still in her prostration, her head down and her bubble butt up. Her fox tail swished slowly left to right in a submissive wag. The scent of a female in heat was almost tangible, a sweetness that filled Alex to the core.
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The man of the island stepped forwards, leaving Selana's pumping hand behind to bend down and grab Charlotte by the hair. "Ah!" she moaned, smiling wantonly as she was dragged upwards. "The blessed cock!" The three words were entirely devoid of sarcasm. It was, well and truly, what she saw.
Mindlessly aroused, Alex crudely thrust his hips forwards. His slick cock glided over Charlotte's face, staining her beauty with precum. Her panting only grew more audible. Her tongue sought his heavy sack, weighing it. Her plush lips were gaping, her mouth a hole ready for use.
Alex dragged her up his shaft by the fistful of her hair. His left hand landed on the back of her head as soon as she made it to the tip, pushing her down.
Charlotte received him with a sound that was half-scream and half-prayer. Her jaw went slack. Her throat worked to please as he stuffed her. She had a mouth built to serve: tight, wet, eager, and she made use of it all. Her tongue was flat against his underside. The corners of her lips were curled into a blessed smile.
Inch by inch he pushed into her, making her neck bulge from his size. Eyelids fluttered, the sensitive lining of her upper hole rewarding her for every second he spent rubbing up against her insides.
"Good girl!" Alex breathed as he bottomed out against her obscenely stretched lips. "I'll make sure you never forget this!"
He pulled back, spiking her sensitivity in the same moment Charlotte's eyes went wide for a moment as the mark of consensual submission on her womb amplified already intense pleasure. When he thrust back into her, she came instantly. Her eyes rolled upwards and her entire body trembled in uncontrolled spasms.
Only her head was steady, kept in place by the same man she had declared her deity. Trembling hands clasped in prayer beneath Alex's shaft. She gave her all to him: her body, her holes, her future, even her breath.
Alex fucked her face mercilessly. Between her love for breath play and his pent up need, he could not find a reason to stop for long enough to let her inhale. She existed for his pleasure, a warm, snug hole that he could keep hammering.
"That is the look of enlightenment," Tess cooed, kneeling to Charlotte's left. "That is the look of a woman that lifts burdens, rather than be one."
"Master, I love this religion," Selana laughed, settling to the new cultist's right.
"And I love all of you!" Alex groaned, rapidly approaching release. The tightness and the vibration of her vocal cords was just too much. Charlotte had been one of two holdouts. He truly would be declared the god of a harem of his personal tomboy sex slaves.
The realization was simply too much.
Alex barely managed to prevent himself from following base instinct. Following the established ritual, he pulled out until only the head of his cock remained within Charlotte. Her tongue swirled. Her praying hands immediately disentangled, to be dedicated to the much greater act of worship. A deep and prolonged groan rumbled in Alex's throat as the pumping motion brought him over the edge.
The first pulse was like he had been injected with raw relief. The second cemented the feeling. The third gave him just enough presence of mind to prevent him from losing all tension in his legs. Standing tall and divine, he kept whispering, "Good girl…" while he emptied the massive load into Charlotte's mouth.
The chain of orgasms was allowed to end, leaving her gently swaying from the combined aftershocks. Her thumb pressed against the underside, pushing the last drop of his seed along the channel and into her mouth.
Careful not to spill any, failing due to the sheer quantity, Charlotte backed away and presented the cum in her mouth. It was a small lake of thick white getting stirred by her tongue. Satisfied with the sight, Alex declared, "Share."
It was the final step in the 'baptism'. Tess and then Selana pressed their lips on Charlotte's mouth, getting their share of the load the new cultist had procured. A tribute to those who had made the tomboy see the light, as it were.
'This is incredible,' Alex thought, smiling as he shook his head to himself. The gesture went unnoticed. The three were just too busy indulging in swallowing his blessed seed, enjoying its supernatural taste and the orgasm it induced. 'I am becoming a God…'
The trio eventually turned back to him, showing off their empty mouths.
"Fantastic," he complimented them. "I'll need a bit more help once we're inside."
"Oh no!" Charlotte drawled. "How horrible! The horny Master is horny! Whoever could have seen this coming!"
Shaking his head, Alex led the way.
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It was all the usual. They stripped off what items they had taken and stored them in the usual chamber by the exit. Except for the honey, which one of the liquid servants swiftly delivered to the pantry, the gatherings of the day were kept in that room as well. As was tradition, the spoils would be shown off during their pre-orgy gathering.
Until then, he had a couple of hours to kill.
His trio of companions decided to go get a bath. Alex followed their example, but hopped out as soon as he had cleaned his minimal wounds. He wanted to see what the rabbits were up to.
On a moderately sized, open patch at the side of the tree, Niara crouched next to her wolf. She was scratching the back of the happy canine's head, then gave Cania a light tap. Immediately, the wolf dashed off.
It ran a huge circle around the present rabbits, corralling them into one general area, then hopped onto a tree root. Cania scanned the flock for a moment, then let out a short howl. Two seconds later, a caw echoed from the nearby forest. Cania turned an ear, then her head, then her entire body and sprinted off into the jungle.
Alex watched it all while he approached. Niara acknowledged his approach with a silent nod. She remained crouched down, tilting her head back once he came into view. The gesture exposed her throat and put her lips in range of placing a venerating kiss on the upside of his flaccid cock.
Which immediately started to grow.
"All it takes is a kiss, mhm?"
Alex turned his head. Dangling legs, smooth and toned, were the first thing he saw. Black-striped, brown thighs and scale-patterned, snow white ones each was emphasized in their colour due to their proximity to the other. Hip to hip, Valeria and Yahui sat on a balcony one story up. The Chinese woman took full advantage of being much shorter than the tiger tomboy, resting her head on Valeria's large bust.
If there was any chance of Alex not getting fully erect, it was destroyed by both of these willing sex slaves angling their legs so he had a good view of their cunts. They were already wet, presumably from having played with each other before he had arrived.
"A man can only withstand so little love before he is affected," Alex answered. "And a kiss from a tomboy of few words is worth the world."
Niara produced a pleased hum. "Ready to please, Master," she uttered a full sentence, continuing to press kisses all over his shaft as he grew fully erect. "Mouth?"
"Pussy," Alex stated.
Tail-wagging, the Kenyan tomboy nodded stoically. She gripped his cock with both hands, spreading his abundant precum over his length and adding a bit of her spit just for good measure. When he was all lubed up and hard as he could be, she stood up and walked over to the nearest tree root. It was too tall for her to bend over, but low enough that she could hop on top of and lie over it, toes a couple inches off the ground.
A good position for a hole made to be used.
Alex smacked her ebony ass once, just to see the bottom of her pear-shaped figure jiggle. Grabbing his cock, he aligned himself with her dark cunt a moment later, pushing into her as swiftly as her tightness allowed. Just being inside a wet, willing hole made it easier for Alex to think.
He rolled his hips at a leisurely pace, making the white-haired woman pant like the bitch in heat she was. The pale blue body markings all over her pulsed with ghostly light, matching the rhythm of his penetration.
The nearby jungle rustled. Another rabbit hopped out, closely followed by Cania. The herbivore hopped on over to its kin as soon as it made eye contact, leaving the wolf to do one more circle around before coming to a happily panting stop.
It had barely put its butt down when a large raven swooped down. Immediately, Cania was back on all paws. Its tail continued to wag, even as a second raven did a little dive-by. Playfully, the canine attempted to hit the birds out of the air.
"Didn't expect those two to help," Alex voiced his thoughts, still fucking Niara.
"It was a surprise." Valeria landed next to him. Despite her size and toned physique, she took the three meter drop with all the grace of a cat. Tall as she was, she still couldn't quite reach his lips even on her toes. He had to lower his head just a tad to receive the welcoming kiss from the tiger tomboy.
Her red lips tasted of chilled winter berries. It was a familiar taste, though from a different source. While her tongue yielded to his, Yahui gracefully landed on the tree root. With all the dexterity of a rhythmic acrobat, she balanced on the uneven surface, then straddled Niara's wide hips. Gently, she interrupted Alex and Valeria's makeout session to offer her own, pale lips. She tasted wild, faintly sweet and had a thick note of fresh leaves to her. Another taste he associated with lower lips.
The smacking of their mouths continued for a little while, as did the cawing of the ravens. They eventually stopped playing dirty and landed. It was quite adorable to watch a pair of large, black birds roll around in the dirt, fending off playful taps by a huge wolf with their talons.
"They are getting along," Alex grunted, his kiss battery temporarily charged. "Niara, your work?"
"Par–tially," she answered between thrusts.
"She was instrumental." Yahui hopped off the branch, giving Alex the whole view of the flat-chested, bubble-butted wolf woman as he continued to pound her. The back of a tomboy was full of wonder. Alex lamented he hadn't paid more attention in anatomy class. All of those gorgeously rising muscle groups deserved their own praises. "The ravens were teasing Cania so Niara came in and disciplined them. Thirty minutes later, she had them working together to shepherd the bunnies."
"Bunny-herd," Valeria weighed in. "If you allow the pun."
"A real good girl move," Yahui finished up and scratched Niara behind the wolf ears.
Even from another submissive, the pet treatment made the Kenyan tomboy figuratively explode. Her cunt clenched down hard, her pantings suddenly turning into loud moans that melded together into a singular scream. The orgasmic grip was enough to finish Alex off as well. After just a few more pumps he stopped deep inside his sex slave and let her have what she craved most.
The thick, divine seed pumping into her depths turned a simple orgasm into an eye-rolling, lung-emptying, pussy-gushing exercise in ecstasy. Alex clenched his eyes shut, just basking in the softness of the ass flattened against his groin and the excessive juices splashing against his legs.
Alex pulled out of Niara, a trickle of white soon dripping from the twitching hole. "When we have little ones running around, at least we'll have the pets ready," the man of the island said.