A second's lingering of his attention was the only invitation the redhead needed. "Need someone to worship your 'divine' body?" Blair asked as she crawled across. Her sarcastic trill was easily forgiven. Alex had a weakness for women who licked his cock with borderline religious fervour.
Straddling his right leg, the succubus leaned in. The pointy red of her tongue dragged along the underside, elongating as it did. Standing upright by nature, Alex's manhood tilted back lightly from the pressure.
"Like an anchored rod," Blair moaned, her cool exterior long-since melted by her hunger for his seed. A remnant of the white liquid clung stubbornly to the tip, pearling down the side of his shaft.
The succubus' tongue coiled around his girth, forming a full ring just beneath the head. The pointed tip wiggled, exploring the taste and the veins of the upside of his manhood. Consisting of the multi-orgasmic pussy juices of several tomboys and his own seed, the concoction coating him might as well have been semen-demon catnip.
"I'm not convinshed, but your tashte makesh a sholid cashe," Blair slurred, her tongue softly moving as she pronounced each word as well as she could.
She was an absolutely gorgeous sight. Her hands rested to either side of his midriff, stabilising her as she hung above his cock. Long red tresses fell on an almost as red back. All over her sinful body, black markings testified to a demonic nature the horns and tail made abundantly clear anyhow. A pair of fangs, small by monster girl standards but large for humans, harmonised nicely with her infernal green eyes and their slit pupils.
Alex liked the way the fangs looked and he loved that he never once had felt them during the multiple fellatios she had performed on him. The succubus knew exactly what she was doing and she proudly smiled, aware of her own skill.
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Her dextrous tongue coiled twice more around his shaft, snaking down all the way to the base. Methodical and sensual, Blair squeezed the whole length of him. The spiral acted like a full-cock lick. As she retreated northwards, she pulled her tongue back in, shuddering all the while at the taste of his seed.
Her mouth closed for a brief moment before hunger overcame her. Every good craftsman knew that the broad application of a tool had to be followed up with attention to detail. Blair lapped at every centimetre of his shaft, leaving him gleaming and wet with her saliva all over. Even his heavy testicles were washed by licks and kisses. Blair pervertedly nuzzled them with her cheek.
"Your scent… your taste…" the infernal succubus swooned. "So… male."
She might as well have called him her god with the way she moaned that word. Alex's cock twitched. Immediately, Blair was back on it, licking her way back up. Red, full lips closed around the head. Her tongue cleaned up the vestiges of seed and the abundance of precum.
"If it's masculinity you crave…" Alex took a firm hold of one of her horns and dragged her up. Blair gulped audibly, laughing as she presented her hot comfort hole for him to do with as he pleased. "...perhaps you should explore some more."
"If that pleases you," her response was melodic, her journey down to his midriff. Her breath hitched. Pussy juices dripped onto Alex's leg. Hands rested on his broad chest. Trimmed nails playfully scratched over his hard muscles before coming to a splayed halt on either side of Blair's head.
The redhead tasted his sweat, lapping the hot salt off his abs. One could be led to believe that it was a close second to the blessed ambrosia that was his seed, so thorough was her worship and so notable her trembles. The rigid, defined hills of his abdominal muscles laid out the pathways of her exploration. His scent, borderline supernatural in its own right, kept filling her lungs on every inhale. She committed to the complete mapping of the territory. Each peak and each valley was to be considered.
Blair was locked into the motions, repetitive in nature and yet individual in care and placement. Long and loving as her tongue was, there was just so much man for her to worship.
The air seemed to thicken with the scent of horny tomboy pheromones. Two shadows fell over them, painted softly by the twilight radiating from the crystal growths along the walls and under the orange domed ceiling.
"You're doing some proper service, Red." Selana's voice, a husky purr that vibrated behind and within her considerable chest, stood out among the dumbfucked moans of the thoroughly used majority of the harem. The cow tomboy's H-cups cast their own shade, their gently sagging roundness clearly protruding to the sides.
Blair's fel green eyes locked with Selana's, but the succubus refused to stop her worship to answer. The addition of another presence didn't change that.
"Can't let ya have all the fun, succubus," Charlotte chimed, her tone a light and teasing trill. The fox-eared swimmer moved with wonderful fluidity, blue body markings seeming to shimmer like waves hit by moonlight. Next to Selana, the vixen's bottom-heavy form appeared borderline modest.
'Such a stark and gorgeous contrast,' Alex thought as he simply watched. A confident smile was his only contribution to the little exchange.
Neither Master nor tomboy in use objected. Wasting no further time, Selana knelt down besides Alex, the mattress shifting under her weight. Massive tits swung perpendicular to her lowered chest, their weight pulled down into teardrop shapes. Erect, dark brown nipples nearly brushed over the sheets, then were hidden beneath the resting squish as Selana offered her aid in ensuring every part of Alex's upper half was covered in kisses.
Charlotte, ever the mischievous vixen, decided on a different approach. She crawled to his feet. The tip of her tongue was placed near his ankle, then dragged up to his calf. "This is good, firm meat," she giggled and playfully bit the muscle before moving further up.
The trio did not keep it to tongue bathing him. Though the kisses never stopped, eager hands soon did the majority of the caressing. Palms glided all over him, rubbing him in a multi-front massage. It was a storm of adoration. Selana danced around the outskirts, reverent in her worship of his flanks, his arms and his shoulders – especially his shoulders.
"Atlas got nothing on these," the cow tomboy purred. "These are the shoulders of a true titan, my divine Master."
"These legs definitely make a good point… not quite convinced though." Charlotte straddled one of his shins and moaned as she rubbed her clit against the smooth, taut skin. "Every part of him is so… electrifying."
At the chiselled core of his body, Blair's moan was lost between his pectorals when Alex suddenly gripped one of her polished horns. Being treated as a living altar by one true believer and two temporary sceptics had left his cock throbbing unattended. He pushed her down, making her crawl backwards in accordance with his whims, until her red lips hovered above his cock once more.
Blair was panting, mouth agape, awaiting the moment he dragged her down. Satisfaction was granted to her immediately. His hand leapt from her horn to the back of her head, then pushed her down. His palm momentarily lost contact, her dive even faster. Eyelids fluttered as she got her throat stuffed by her beloved cock.
"Yeah, choke on that divine dick," Selana encouraged, licking her way down her Master's chest to get her fill of his abs.
"Eh, divine is overstating it a bit but… man, she really loves getting her throat stuffed," Charlotte's bratty remark shifted to awe as she listened to Blair.
The succubus' vocal cords were vibrating around the rigid shaft stretching out her throat-pussy. Lips stretched obscenely, lagging behind her caved-in cheeks as she moved upwards. To bring the semen demon under control, Alex grabbed both of her horns with his large hands. A reprimanding growl snapped the greedy submissive back into the proper state of mind.
"Fuck!" "Oh fuck!" Selana and Charlotte moaned in unison. Abs and legs alike moved with a fraction of the man of the island's power as he thrust up into Blair's face. Just watching him use the red-skinned woman's mouth as his cockwarmer had the two of them dripping wet. Pheromones overflowed from the fox and cow tomboys, filling the air with a faint sweetness akin to nothing else in the world.
Blair was just about to lose herself to the moment when she was suddenly pulled back. Confused, she remained right where she was as Alex shifted beneath all of them. Before any of his tomboys knew when their worship had turned into being used, Charlotte and Selana had been manhandled into laying on their backs.
"OH, MASTER, YES!" Selana screamed ecstatically when he entered her. His need was overflowing, his pace rapid from the onset. Ever the perfect sex slave, the thrill-seeking tomboy took the rough pounding not merely well but instead with the utmost, natural bliss. Drenched and just loosened enough by her own fingers, the tunnel of her pussy offered the exactly right amount of resistance to his repeated plunges.
Alex's world narrowed down to her tits. The up and down swing of those huge jugs were his reward for every thrust. He could practically hear the milk inside sloshing, beckoning him to have a taste. "Share this with me, Blair," he grunted on a whim.
Selana's pussy clenched down hard as first he, then the succubus, latched onto her quivering tits. Animalistic shouts between moan, moo and prayer echoed in the room as she squirted beneath him. He was rutting into her while drinking her rich, sweet milk. Without a second's hesitation, he crossed the point of no return.
Back arched, tits pressed into the greedy lips of her lovers, Selana sucked in a final gasp and then went silent. She was being milked while her pussy milked him in turn. Balls tightened. His hips stopped moving. Her legs tightened around his waist. Every single drop was spurted right into her.
One more grunt and Alex pulled out of Selana's quivering depths. Absent his cock, the cow tomboy went limp beneath him. Massive tits heaved with each ragged breath, nipples glistening from the attentive tongues that had aided the spurting of her milk. A thin line of cloudy white pearled from each crown of her udders. Her expression was one of blissful devastation.
Alex's shaft was unrelentingly rigid. Coated in a fresh mixture of cum and pussy juice, he grabbed Blair once again. The infernal succubus offered no resistance, not even any born from mismatched expectations. She was a slave to his demanding pull, her mouth his sleeve to fill and then fuck.
Slit pupils dilated. Her body trembled in anticipation. She moaned at the taste and the way his cockhead scraped against the sensitive walls of her demonic throat. Lewd sputtering noises became the dominant rhythm to the erotic symphony of a harem in motion. Selana's juices. Traces of his seed. The thrusts. Her fluttering eyelids. The conclusion was clear and then –
Alex pulled out of her throat at the last moment. Tongue lolling out in a desperate attempt to coax him back in, Blair groaned in dissatisfaction. Obediently, she remained put, radiating needful heat
"You cum when I want you to – isn't that right?" Alex asked his comfort hole.
"Yes, Master," Blair whined, her tail smacking her own ass like a whip. Was it a sign of frustration or extreme need? Both, most likely. Left edged again, she just panted while Alex moved towards Charlotte.
"You can hover over me as menacingly as you want, I'm still not going to worship you," the vixen said, a mischievous smirk on her soft lips.
Alex only had a single grunt to offer in response. "Brat." He grabbed her waist, pulled her forwards, and positioned himself between her thighs. A light cry escaped Charlotte when he nudged against her slick entrance.
Selana had been immediately welcoming. Charlotte's pussy offered a bit more resistance – a tight, velvety squeeze that fit her smaller frame perfectly – but yielded to him all the same. One smooth, descending motion later, he was fully inside of her. His girth glided over so many nerve endings. His length prodded a spot her fingers and even most toys couldn't reach.
"Fuck…" Charlotte whispered, her attitude melting away as he pulled back. "Fuck!" she cried out, back arching, when he plunged into her again. The blue, shimmering markings accentuated her taut, nubile body wonderfully.
Alex set a deliberate rhythm. For the cow tomboy, he had taken advantage of just how perfectly crafted she was for him, ramming into her with rough determination to pound the senses out of her. With Charlotte, he aimed to hit all the right spots. Each thrust was a precise strike, making her medium breasts jiggle and her fat ass ripple. The bottom-heavy swimmer was helpless, dominated by his shadow as much as his hands.
The velvety squeeze of her pussy was everything he wanted and more. Every time he plunged into her depths, a gush of her fluids immediately followed. "Not so mouthy now, are you?" he asked her.
Charlotte responded with a series of half-coherent moans. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. Her lips curled into a submissive smile. All of her body drew him deeper, wordlessly begging for more.
Blair hovered over the scene, watching with hooded eyes. Her need was a palpable thing. Her fingers worked her clit, only to back away at the last second. A good girl did not make herself climax when she had been given implicit orders to be edged. She could not deny herself the worship of Alex's muscles, however, when he stretched an arm past her.
With a succubus hugging and kissing his biceps, the man of the island squeezed Charlotte's throat. Yesterday's orgy had left quite the impression on Charlotte. The second he took control over her breathing, her previously simple chain of orgasms turned into a squirting ride of ecstasy.
Alex's grip on her throat was the only thing keeping her grounded. The arching of her back was almost concerning, but a flexible vixen like her could contort herself a little bit for his pleasure. What mattered was that her pussy remained aligned as he picked up the pace. His previously methodical approach was getting buried under the mounting need to release deep inside her.
He relaxed his hand. Air rushed into Charlotte's lungs in a desperate, shuddering inhale. When her scream began, he clamped back down on her, causing a particularly intense gush of her pussy juice to break against his groin. Blair swooned, feeling the muscles of his arm tense to keep the fellow tomboy down.
The pace he set next alerted everyone around to what would happen within the next ten seconds. Dumbfucked and waiting cocksleeves alike sped up the motions of their fingers to accompany his orgasm with a crescendo of climactic cries. Alex closed his eyes, basked in the sounds, and stopped deep inside Charlotte.
His hips bucked against her. He poured his essence into the vixen's greedy depths. Hot seed pooling inside her, Charlotte reached the absolute pinnacle of a cumdump's satisfaction. Her body craved every last drop of his seed. Even if she didn't think it holy, she thought it superior and him the only one worthy to fill her waiting womb.
The air was heavy with the hot scents of milk, pheromones and sweat. Alex drew the potent cocktail in with every breath, letting it fuel him while Charlotte's clenching folds wrung every drop out of him.
For several long moments, they were as a single organism, twitching and gasping together. Raggedly breathing, the wider harem acted as an extension of them. All shared in the gloriously stretched seconds of their shared orgasms. The mattress was dotted and soaked with the juices of the many tomboys.
'Thank the fae for the cleaning magic,' Alex thought. It was a clear sign that that post-nut clarity was setting in, though it stopped long before it could diminish his actual lust. His erection withdrew from Charlotte's properly used pussy, trailing a thick strand of their combined fluids. The vixen was a human-shaped puddle, sweat sticking short hair to her forehead. She grinned, mindlessly, and moaned as an aftershock made her exposed folds twitch.
His heavy gaze leisurely wandered to his right.
Blair was a picture of agonised need. Clutching and kissing his arm, she shifted endlessly in pre-orgasmic trembles. Her red skin glistened, the black markings on her like an elaborate matrix that aimed to summon and bind his attention. Her tail whipped back and forth, the spade-shaped tip smacking her rear and thigh periodically.
When he seized her by the back of the head, she knew what came next. Once more the room was filled with the steady 'GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!' of Alex cleaning his cock in Blair's throat. The stimulation would have been easily enough to push her over the edge had it not been for the control the womb tattoo granted him. Demonic magic kept the infernal succubus teetering at the brink.
Alex pulled her off his cock suddenly. She coughed once, clearing her throat as swiftly as she could before croaking a desperate, "Please…" Her half-lidded eyes were glass with need, her body beyond trembling. She looked at him with all the need of a hungry cat and the submissiveness of a… well, willing sex slave tomboy. There really was nothing quite like it. "Please, Master, I need your cum."
"Good girl," Alex praised her for her straightforward plea, then rolled his wrist. The simple commanding gesture was understood and the succubus turned around. She got on all fours between Selana and Charlotte, presenting her ass while the two freshly fucked cocksleeves were getting cleaned out by the tongues of other haremettes.
Alex gave her ass a nice swat, making her wide hips sway and her cheeks jiggle. Immediately her tail coiled around his arm, instinctively pulling him forwards to grasp the curve of her waist. Too hungry for more, he did not even try to resist her. He had just dumped a load inside Charlotte but his soul urged him, demonic, holy and other sides alike, to give everything he had to this willing cumdump.
He sank into her infernal heat with teasing slowness. Blair's body, coiled with anticipation, tensed up further and further. A prolonged, animalistic groan voiced her delighted frustration. Every carefully advanced inch was another second she was kept at the edge. Her velvety walls clenched around him, the grip simultaneously marked by the plushness of her internal lining and the grip of a horse rider's trained core.
"Oh yeah, that's a succubus' pussy," Alex whispered praisingly. The residual heat of her fire affinity surrounded him like the waters of a hot spring. It seeped deep into him, stimulating blood flow in the area further, making him feel impossibly hard and so alive. "Ready to cum for me, Blair?"
"If… it… pleases you…!" Blair pushed out the proper response, despite her desperation.
Alex smirked and, with a single roll of his hips, turned the red-skinned woman's entire frame into a spasming wreck.
Head flying back, Blair screamed. The sudden, loud noise animated the other tomboys into one more frenzied spurt of self and mutual pleasure. Most of those that Alex had already fucked were starting to fade, their energies spent. This would be their last, voyeuristic delight for this orgy.
Alex's free hand tangled in her long, red tresses. He pulled the messy cascade like a rein, though he stopped short of the true extent of strain he wanted to put on her. Blair was among the less masochistic sluts he had access to, a boundary to keep in mind while he rocked her world.
"Master!" Blair gasped, her voice a breathy, pleading thing. "More, I beg!"
No motivation had been necessary to begin with. Pounding the spasming submissive was natural to him, natural to any man really. The only differing factor between the rest of the male sex and him was how good he was at it. The might of his muscles translated into the jiggles of her ass with every hard thrust.
"Is this what you want? To be used? To be my little sex slave?"
"YES!" Blair answered with a strangled cry, her lungs struggling to provide her the air for words while she was made to rock back and forth. Like a proper toy, she swung her hips back at him, adding extra volume to the repeated, lewd claps of groin against bubble butt. "Yours! All… yours, Master!"
Alex set a brutal pace, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. He did it as much for their enjoyment as that of the haremettes desperately trying to stay awake and masturbating. Tired voices cooed in feverish bliss, the dozen used cocksleeves mesmerised by their Master and surrendered to their own arousal.
The room swam in the haze of his musk and their pheromones. Hooded eyes and lips parted in panting breaths all added to the atmosphere. Their Master took Blair with raw, dominant force, sending constant waves of fresh arousal through them. Be it fingers or pussy grinding against pussy, all accelerated and climaxed repeatedly to the sight.
Blair herself was fracturing, coming apart beneath the heavy impacts of Alex's hips. She was breaking, blow for blow, and came harder and harder as she did. Alex's world narrowed down to the sounds flowing from her sensitive throat and the landscape of her round ass and curved, slender back. She was all tomboy and all woman, made to be claimed.
"You take my cock so well," he growled, his voice making her pussy clench even harder than the series of orgasmic convulsions did. Part of her insides were turned outside every time he dragged out and returned to their proper place when he hammered back into her. "A grippy cunt belonging to such a good demon slut."
Praise, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, turned out to be her undoing. The last vestiges of her will faded in a choked scream. The dam broke and hot, clear juices exploded from her swollen pussy. It was like a series of molten tidal waves, adding yet more stains to the bed.
Her tail coiled tighter around his arm. Her pussy was a vice, well-lubricated to keep him moving. Each plunge was another peak in her ceaseless, squirting orgasm. Alex clenched his teeth, fighting against the massaging grip of the semen demon's pussy.
His world narrowed down further and further, the edges of his vision filled with black and white dots. His lungs felt like they were working to keep a furnace going. He did not stop. If anything, he grew faster. Like an industrial piston, he kept slamming his cock into her depth, nailing a sensitive spot no one else had ever reached. She turned from entirely rigid to almost entirely relaxed, the series of orgasms frying her brain and leaving her a broken, quivering, happy mess.
With a final, harsh plunge, Alex found his own release. Buried to the hilt, he let the well-earned climax wipe all of his senses clean for a moment. There was only the rushing of blood in his ears, the dancing of dots in his eyes, and the heat of Blair's flesh around his twitching cock.
Cum rushed into hungry depths. Blair lacked the capacity to react in any greater manner than she already had been. She simply took spurt after spurt of her favourite liquid in the entire world, fulfilling her purpose as an eager cumslut. Thick streams kept flooding her, the first couple undiminished in their quantity, before finally beginning to ease off.
Her insides moved unnaturally, the muscles within forming a tight ring at the base that travelled up his length with growing frequency as his spurts diminished. The semen demon was properly milking him. Every last drop of the blessed ambrosia was emptied into her, triggering smaller aftershocks with every delivery to her spent body.
As his orgasm peaked and faded, so did the final ones of the equally spent cumdumps. From Niara to Charlotte, all those that had already gotten their pride-mandated share of Alex's cum were collapsing into the land of dreams. Only Selana remained lucid enough to do as a perfect slave would do and lap the fresh cum out of Blair once Alex had pulled out.
Finally allowing himself a proper pause, Alex just watched while Selana, on pure instinct, cleaned the excess of cum from the succubus' cunt. Once she was done with that sloppy job, both cow and demon female joined the rest on the land of dreams. What had been a room filled with constant moans turned quiet. It was a nice contrast, allowing him to focus his mind further.
Though those thirteen haremettes were out, he remained well energised. He wasn't as rested as he was during the beginning, yet, like any athlete mid-performance, he was nowhere near done yet.
Jane, Tess and Astrid patiently waited for their Master.
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The scent of spent lust surrounded him like a perfume made of satisfied sweat. Alex's massive frame moved towards the three remaining women. The soft light of the crystals cast an equally soft shadow over them.
Alex's gaze zeroed in on the one at the centre of the small row of kneeling submissives. "Jane Forester." His voice was a low rumble, the vibration seeming to sink directly into their brainstems. Even the two not addressed were trembling under it.
The redhead sat straight, her athletic frame tensing almost imperceptibly at the usage of her full name. A faint sheen of sweat gave her caramel skin a delicious glisten. Her wide hips wigged slightly on top of her heels, attempting, without success, to find a comfortable way to sit while her pussy was dripping, begging to be filled. Through the long bangs of her otherwise short, messy hair, her green eyes stared up at him.
"Yes, Master?" she replied, so much more reverent than she had been at first. Her training was almost complete, the continued rewards for obedience having taken root deep into her pliable mind.
Alex intended to drill in her status as his property fully tonight. The black mark on her womb was proof that she understood her place, but it was a fact he wanted to be second nature to her.
He took a step toward her, then another. He paced each footfall deliberately, observing their reactions. Tess was an exemplary cocksleeve, clasping her hands in prayer and opening her mouth wide for immediate usage. Astrid simply panted. Jane, between them, awaited orders. A splendid display, but the greatest sex slaves acted on instinct, fulfilling his wishes before he had to speak them.
"You've been watching," he stated, stopping before her. She had to crane her neck, exposing her throat, to stare up at him.
"I have, Master," the redhead confirmed with a militaristic nod. "Your methods have been… instructive."
Alex blew air out of his nose like an amused bull. Hand seizing Tess' head, he dragged the goth towards his manhood. She had to raise her hips from her heels to get her lips at the height of his crotch. Pillowy lips enveloped his cock. Casual usage of a cocksleeve was his right as the dom of this harem.
"What do you think, Astrid?" he asked.
"Bro, I think it looked like you were trying to restart Blair's heart with your dick," the fairy responded instantly.
"Hah!" Alex laughed aloud, the quip catching him by surprise. "Good girl, amusing your owner."
"I try," Astrid swooned, a dreamy smile spreading on her lips. The blonde was so delightfully susceptible to praise that it made Alex want to shower her with it. "You were awesome, dude," she continued. "The way you made her and all the others just… melt? That's why you're the perfect Master."
"Astrid?"
"Yes."
"You please me. Cum for me."
The runner's body arched, her head flying back from the sudden orgasm hitting her. "Tha-ahnn-k youuuu!" Her cry mixed with the equally thankful bobs of Tess' head. The goth angel was venerating his cock, treating every time he invaded her sensitive throat as a religious revelation.
"Tess and Astrid here will assist me," Alex said, attention locked on Jane again. "You, Jane, are getting trained." The word made the elf's breathing hitch. It was the final confirmation that the man of the island needed: his long-term friend was a natural submissive, but one that loved the fantasy of being shaped a lot more than others did. All of her little resistances were to this final end: for him to show her how he liked it done. "I want to see perfection," he challenged her. "Every ounce of your being should be honed in on learning how to please me. Understood?"
Accompanying the question was a hand hovering just besides the elf's head. He was not touching her, only tracing the air mere centimetres from her skin. Just moving near the tips of her ear had her suddenly and sharply moan. "Yes, Master," Jane managed to answer, her voice strained. "I will try."
Alex clicked his tongue and pulled Tess off his cock. "Slave, when I tell you to hone in on pleasing me, what is your response?"
"I will do whatever you desire, Master! Use me as you see fit! Order me around if it pleases you! I am at your divine command!" The words poured from the goth's deep red lips without a shred of hesitation.
"That's a good cocksleeve. Cum." The word triggered an instantaneous orgasm. Eyelids fluttered, but her mouth remained wide open for him to stuff his cock back down into the comfort hole, muffling her orgasmic scream. "So, Jane, do you understand?"
"Yes, Master, I will be your perfect sex slave," the redhead spoke with great determination, quivering in lustful anticipation while her face remained unmoving. "My body is yours to toy with, my will exists to serve your own. Train me until I have reached the desired shape."
"Much better," Alex praised. He did not reward her with her own climax though. Tomboys that needed two attempts to say what he wanted to hear did not receive rewards. "Do you believe that you should be punished for getting it wrong?"
Jane had to think for half a second. "If it pleases you."
Alex clicked his tongue again. "Learn to remove that hesitation. That should always be the answer on your lips."
"I apologise, Master."
"You will be sorry soon enough," he growled, the darkly erotic threat making Jane tremble. "Astrid."
"Yes?"
"What's your role in this?"
"To be a good girl, blessed Master." She chirped, pink fairy lights dancing around her, a metaphysical reflection of her venerating arousal. "To watch and learn as I assist you in training Jane so that we both may be better toys for you."
A cruel little smile touched Alex's lips. "Correct. Hold her head for me."
Astrid immediately grabbed the elf by the back of her neck and red-haired head. She shifted to sitting behind Jane, the fairy using her body to brace the elf. One tomboy's spread legs framed the obediently kneeling other tomboy. Jane's part in all of this was one of feminine submission. She awaited with eager patience whatever he wanted to do to her.
Sucking him off even as he pulled out, Tess yielded her privileged position as his comfort hole with regretful compliance. A loud pop and his cock parted from her red lips to immediately approach Jane's cherry-coloured mouth. Faced with so obvious an intent, she opened up to receive him.
"Stay relaxed," Alex commanded, his tone dropping into the deep, almost sinister tone he used when he intended to dominate them body and soul. "Do not fight. Be a perfect slave for your Master."
Jane's eyes reflected her confusion. It was far from the first time she took his cock all the way into her throat. Her neck bulged as his respectable girth advanced, his length disappearing bit for bit into her.
The hole was transformed by his seed. The shifting walls were a conduit for pleasure, stemming from his hot cock. Her eyelids fluttered as the sensation crackled through her nervous system. He bottomed out against her, her nose pressed against his groin. Sensitive as her throat was compared to normal women, she was still only in the beginning stages of being capable of climaxing from it alone. She was left pleasured but without relief.
The confusion on Jane's face had been replaced with eager desire. That was the expression she wore for a little while as seconds ticked on. A light tremble of her eyebrows was the first break, an uncertain shuffle the next. Astrid's fingers curled a little deeper into her red mane, ensuring she remained put.
"Look at me," Alex ordered. Her eyes snapped to his. He watched her face as he remained still behind the seal of her stretched lips. "I am your Master and you will do as I please." He pinched the point of one of her ears between his fingers, making her cry as much as her blocked throat allowed her to.
Ever the attentive assistant, Tess crawled to Jane's side. "Don't fight it," she whispered, her voice that of a skilled preacher. "Just let him claim you. This is what we were made for. We are vessels for Master's delight. Accept your body as his instrument. Do not listen to your selfish needs for air. He knows best."
The words seeped into the asphyxiated elf's brain. Her body relaxed slightly, her hands unclenching from where they had been gripping her own thighs. Though the lack of air was slowly pulling away her consciousness, she remained obediently still.
Alex pulled back a bit, giving her hope to breathe, only to push back into her. Under the smouldering gazes of Astrid and Tess, he fucked the throat of a progressively more and more limp Jane. The fairy's grasp tightened, she and the angel working together to keep Jane upright. They were both flushed, biting their lips, and rocking their hips unconsciously from the pure arousal they experienced.
Just as Jane was about to pass out, Alex pulled out of her throat. Jane inhaled hard, the fresh oxygen dragging her back to the surface. She coughed. Her eyes went wide as the reality of the situation hit her. She had been literally choked by his cock. A loud moan mixed with her ragged attempts to get her breathing back under control.
"Did you learn your lesson?" Alex asked, making his long-time friend turned relief toy tremble as he rubbed her elven ears.
Dazed and yet utterly focused, Jane nodded. "I am yours to use, Master," she swooned. "My body is your instrument. My breath is yours to take away."
"Good girl!" Alex praised her, setting the elf off by pinching and pulling on both of her eartips. The redhead's drenched cunt exploded, her body convulsing as the intense pleasure washed through her system, surfacing as repeated squirts of pussy juice.
One more shiver, one more moan, then Jane slumped into Astrid's supportive embrace. Soft sighs of sated sin saturated the air. Though the elven sex slave had found her temporary satisfaction through training, Alex's cock ached for so much more.
It was too soon to grant Jane the ultimate reward. The woman to her left, however, was a living monument to submissive excellence. Tess' silver eyes beheld him with an expression that was equal parts reverence and raw, undiluted lust. Her halo shone gently, as did the mark upon her womb.
"Exemplary assistance deserves proper compensation." Alex grabbed Tess' head and threw her on her back. "Don't you think so, cocksleeve?"
"This set of holes will gladly serve as an example of what it looks like to get mounted by you, my God, my Master, my Saviour." A full-body tremor travelled from Tess' toes all the way to the tips of her reddened ears. She lived for this. To be acknowledged and to be used by the one that she owed her life and joy to. "Reward me as you see fit."
Alex's cock twitched, fresh pre-cum dripping from the engorged head as her words poured fresh fuel on the fires of desire within him. He descended on her, grabbing her throat, pinning her down by it while his other hand clawed into her plump ass. He lifted her lower body up like it weighed nothing, angling her to take his cock in one swift descent.
"Look at her!" Alex commanded. The other two tomboys were already doing so of course. His words, honeyed by magic, were only the second most compelling argument to stare at the pale goth angel in all of curvaceous glory. "Not a wasted second. Not a hint of hesitation!" He was all the way inside her now, pulling back immediately to drive himself to the hilt back in, all in the same second. "This is what I desire!" Even with his paw squeezing her slender neck, Tess was loud enough that he needed to raise his voice. "What I demand from my willing sex slaves."
""Yes, Master,"" Jane and Astrid responded in dreamy unison.
Alex released Tess' throat. The rapidly drawn breath was immediately expended on pleading for more. "Please, Master, use me!" Her voice was as thick with need as the thighs that wrapped around his waist.
"With pleasure," Alex growled and accelerated further.
Chopped screams tore from Tess' throat. The brutal pace of his thrusts made one of her huge tits jiggle, the other was compressed below his greedily grasping hand. Excess female flesh spilled between his fingers. Deep shadows painted the trenches. He was handling the sensitive flesh with a roughness only extreme trust enabled.
Wet slaps of flesh against flesh echoed in the vast room. Tess' back arched, collapsed, then arched again as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure hit her. The ecstasy was every bit as ceaseless as the percussive rhythm of Alex's thrusts. He filled her completely, stretching her slick walls and getting massaged by the snug folds in return.
The watching duo panted with increasing intensity. Every second they observed the scene was a spark of mounting pleasure delivered from his incubus soul. Just staring at it all wasn't enough for them, they needed some outlet. They had no permission to pleasure themselves, but they knew their Master liked it when they drove each other mad. Hands roamed over nubile curves. Lips found one another. Blonde and redhead, their tongues wrestled as they moaned his title between mashing lips: "Master."
Tess couldn't even form that word anymore. She was lost to the world. Half-lidded, her pupils were barely visible. To her, there was only the exquisite friction of the cock conquering her all over again. Alex smacked her tit, the obscenely sized orb jiggling sideways for only a moment before it joined its twin in swaying back and forth.
It was written in every orgasmic twitch and every corded muscle, just how much Tess loved being used. Alex knew it for certain. That certainty, that she loved being his good, obedient fucktoy, drove him ever closer to release. His cock twitched inside her. He clenched his teeth, wishing to hold onto this brilliant string of moments for just a little longer.
The pounding had to come to a stop. It did so abruptly, the control over his own body suddenly slipping from his conscious mind. A last thrust, then the seed rushed up his shaft with mind-wiping urgency.
Spurt after spurt was delivered to Tess' depths. "Cum!" Alex groaned while his balls tightened. "Cum and etch her obedience into your memory!" His orgasm flared up as the sweet cries of Jane and Astrid mingled with the silent scream of the goth beneath him. More of his seed painted the angel's insides as white as her skin.
The storm of sensation broke with one more spurt, then ebbed away into a deeper, lingering hunger. Alex patiently bided his time, giving Tess every drop she had earned. Tension drained from his massive frame, then he inhaled deeply. His cock twitched inside her, his powerful heart maintaining the erection without pause.
Tess was a twitching cumdump of a woman. A beatific, utterly wrecked smile graced her red lips. The mark on her womb glowed with a soft, contented light, reflecting her delight in a way her face no longer could. Her features were locked in ecstasy until the last moment of his shaft gliding out of her. A thin trail of his seed trickled down the curve of her ass to join with her juices in staining the vast mattress.
Alex sat down cross-legged on a nearby, clean spot of the bed. For as much of a mess as they all were making, the enchanted cushions were coping perfectly fine. Stains lingered for a while, allowing him and the others to bask in the debauchery of it all before being absorbed and neutralised by the ambient magic of the tree. Come morning, the only sticky things around would be their bodies.
A single curl of his index finger beckoned the last two sex slaves towards him. Jane and Astrid crawled on hands and knees, knowing full well that they were not people. Relief tools like them knew to position themselves on his thighs, draping their olympically trained, nubile bodies over him. Hands rested on his kiss-covered chest. Curved backs proudly emphasized asses. Bubble butts like theirs had every right to be displayed proudly.
"Who wants to be fucked senseless?" Alex asked.
"If it pleases you, Master, use me," Jane answered instantly.
"Please, have your way with both of us," Astrid added in a slightly more restrained voice. The fairy shot her fellow tomboy an apologetic smirk. "You just failed the test, dude."
"I did?" Jane pursed her lips in annoyance. "I did." She confirmed, realising her mistake. She had been implicitly selfish. "I deserve another punishment…?" she trailed off, making her statement into a suggestion. Her elf ears lightly wiggled in anticipation. She wanted the extra training. Alex wanted to give her more training.
They were on the same wavelength.
Astrid quietly moved to Alex's back, hugging him from behind while he pulled the redhead across his lap. "That's the proper place for a bad girl," the blonde moaned, "May I masturbate, Master?"
"You may," Alex permitted, feeling one of her arms pull back and glide down between her chest and his broad back. "Who do you think of whenever pleasure courses through your veins?"
""You, Master,"" both submissives answered in unison.
"Good girls," Alex declared and raised his hand. Astrid moaned from the compliment. Jane cried out loud when his flat hand descended on her ass. The resounding smack echoed sharp in the bedroom. "Count for me."
"One!" Jane was swift to oblige. "TWO!" she yelled, her caramel ass jiggling from the blow to the other cheek. "THREE!" Alex did not give her reddening cheeks time to settle yet. "F-four!" Back curving, legs tensing, Jane offered her bubble butt for more punishment. "Five!" Screams had turned to moans now. "Siiiiiix!"
Alex did not lift his hand after that impact. He plunged two fingers into her pussy and began to finger her at rapid speeds. Jane panted and cried lustfully. The delight crashed into growing frustration. Her Master denied her true release, keeping her at the cusp with the magic she had so readily accepted into her own body. Frustration then turned into a greater pleasure. The pent-up desire, held down by his will, boiled the pliable mind of the elf.
"I am a toy for Master," she dreamily whispered to herself. "Seven!" she moaned a second later, another smack, reward and punishment both, making her ass and thighs ripple. "Eight!" The red tinge to her cheeks was quite noticeable by now. "N-nine!" The heat radiated from her entire being. "Ten!"
Alex squeezed her ass but did not let her overwhelmed nerves experience release. His cock throbbed against her resting stomach. Just feeling his manhood this close made the willing sex slave yearn to be used and filled. Elves were natural cocksleeves, it was known.
"What should I do next?" Alex asked over the repeated, sharp moans of the fairy grinding against his back.
"If you'd allow, Master… may you listen to what I have to say?" Jane asked, her green, glassy eyes beholding him with the utmost devotion.
"Sure," Alex permitted.
Jane took a very deep breath.
"Anything, Master. You should do anything you want to me, to Astrid, and even to any of these passed-out cumdumps you already used. I will watch, I will learn, I will be perfect. I will learn and learn and learn and be a perfect cocksleeve for you, Master. I want to be so good at this that you cannot resist using me. Train me. Train me every day. Show me how your tastes change. Adjust me, manhandle me, break me, make me serve you for nothing but your own pleasure. Be selfish or turn me into a gushing set of holes. It doesn't matter, just shape me into your perfect sex slave. I want it so much, it's driving me insane. I want to be the best I can be as part of your harem of willing, cock-hungry sluts." She had more to say, but her breath ran out and her desire made her pant. "I'll… be… good."
Alex suddenly lifted her up and pinned her down. One hand on her throat, he curled two fingers inside her. Jane's back arched when he suddenly and intensely focused on that bundle of nerves in the anterior wall of her cunt. Even while he stimulated her g-spot, she was not allowed to climax. She wasn't even allowed to whine. All she could do was grin and stare at her Master, who stared back.
Ten seconds passed, then thirty, then a whole minute. Astrid came, emulating the pace at which Alex was fingering his redheaded sex slave. Jane continued to meet his gaze, even as her body shook from the continued strain of almost but not quite climaxing. Her mouth formed the words 'I love you, Master'.
Alex released her throat and pulled back. The first breath Jane claimed, she used to thank him. "Edge me for as long and as hard as it pleases you, Master."
All he could do was growl in agreement. This level of submission awakened the animal in him. One last stretch of rutting was before him, then he would pass out knowing he had done his duty as the Owner of these horny tomboys.
Jane would be tested with one last stretch of patience. Before he pounded the brains out of the elf, the fairy deserved her righteous reward. Swooning, Astrid hovered along as she was pulled from Alex's back and put on her stomach. That perfect ass of hers was right there for the claiming.
"Thank you, Master!" Astrid howled as he pressed down on her. He penetrated her tight pussy in a single thrust. Squelching and squishing, the tight tunnel accepted him. The sounds of his cock moving through the slick mess of her soaked cunt were coming in a rapid string. Astrid's cries of pleasure were even louder, competing with the harsh impacts against her bubble butt for the dominant noise in the room.
Astrid came. She came once, then again and again. Alex kept going, grunting like a mounting bull. His enormous hand on the back of her gold-blonde head, he kept the spasming Swedish woman down. That was right where she wanted to be anyway.
He kept fucking her hard. He lost track of time. It could have been five minutes or fifty for all he knew. In the end, the result was all the same. Seed surged up his shaft and pumped into her as the last clap of his pelvis against her ass echoed around them. Astrid's cries reached an unsustainable pitch, then turned silent. Writhing ended, the cumdump collapsing into a thoroughly relaxed, twitching sleeve that existed only to please him by orgasming while receiving his semen.
The last drop was emptied into her. Alex pulled out. He directed his gaze at Jane. The redhead rubbed her clit in small circles, keeping herself at the edge of orgasm. Utterly subservient, panting, she met his gaze with a half-lidded stare.
Alex grabbed her by one of her legs, dragging her towards him like a caveman. Shuddering, Jane stared at his cock, slick from the juices Astrid had so eagerly coated it with. His enormous frame bent over her, pushing her legs up as he went. Realizing her obligation, Jane grabbed the back of her knees and helped secure them against her shoulders. Her feet were high up in the air. Her small breasts were squished together between her shapely thighs. Hard nipples pointed upwards.
The redhead was the colour of caramel and vibrant bronze. She was a red-lipped, eager elf whose eartips trembled in anticipation. She was a green-eyed sex slave at the edge of fulfilment. His cock hovered just above the dusky brown of her swollen womanhood. Outer lips framed the lightly parted wetness of her waiting folds.
Alex descended on her like a force of nature. Her legs were pressed flat beneath his enormous form. She was utterly helpless, incapable of resisting, her body dominated both by his might and the crackling pleasure that seized control of her every nerve.
He penetrated her hard and fast, just as he had done with Astrid. The orgasm seal was kept in place, even as he reached her innermost parts. Jane let her frustration flow into her euphoric moan, knowing that he wanted to hear how she craved the release. "Master," she whined and moaned. "My Alex."
The affectionate use of his name pulled him out of the savagery of the moment, but only to make him continue it with complete awareness. He drew his hips back, then tensed his muscles to drive back into her with a resounding clap. He hammered into her deepest parts, making her tremble and twitch, still unable to find her release.
Jane's moans felt louder than any of the others before. It was the privilege of being the last one being laid in a room of orgasmically unconscious tomboys. Some stirred from their rest for brief moments, teasing their clits and nipples as they watched soundlessly. All were claimed by sleep too quickly to contribute anything more. Exhaustion ran deep in the pheromone-drenched air of the bedroom.
Jane's eyes rolled upwards. In her sexual deprivation, she was grinning. Sweaty, strained and spasming, she was smiling all the same. The elf was lost to everything but his cock. That was the ideal state for a sex slave, as far as the man of the island was concerned. As the Owner of this harem, as the strongest human around, and as their sacred Master, his concern was the one that mattered most.
Folds clamping down around him, Alex had to fight for every thrust. All the same, he kept up the high tempo. He kept striking the sensitive spots, obvious ones and those he had found through careful exploration. It was erotic torture, but he still did not let her cum. He needed no reason to punish her. He was the Master. The pace he set and the decisions he made were absolute.
Slick were the sounds of his shaft pushing into Jane's depth. Wet smacks accompanied each plunge, his full might impacting on her presented ass. He stopped only for a moment to wrap his arms tightly around her and squeeze her against his chest. Immediately, she started pressing kisses on his collarbone.
Jane moaned his name between desperate attempts to breathe. Her cunt was squeezing, massaging, begging not for release but for his seed. The next climax would be the final one. Alex would have fulfilled his duty as their Master and gotten his share of the privilege of filling all of them. She was his toy and the future mother of his children – about a sixteenth of them anyway. He could use her as he pleased. He could cum whenever he wanted and she would thank him for every last drop.
The thought finally pushed him towards the end. His cock twitched more intensely by the second. His whole body was priming for the last orgasm of the evening. Her walls tightened around him, sensing the incoming flood. Her toes curled. Her lungs filled in preparation for one final flood of pleas.
"Master, please, please, fill this cocksleeve to the brim!" she begged, her voice hoarse from yelling and panting so hard for so long. "Mark me with your seed, with your scent! I desire nothing more than to be used to completion!"
Not a word about needing her own climax.
She truly deserved it.
Alex slammed into her one last time, a soundless roar on his lips. Jane howled unashamedly as his seed flooded her in the same instance that the orgasmic seal was lifted. Though his sight consisted only of dancing dots of black and white, he felt the repeated explosions of pussy juice from his cocksleeve just fine. Every shot of his seed into her depths peaked a mind-shattering orgasm further. It was like several of them overlapped, all of that bottled up need crashing down on Jane's mind while she received what she was made to take.
The vice grip of her cunt coaxed more of his seed out of him, making her climax harder. Their mutual orgasms fed off each other in a feedback loop that threatened to never end. Fortunately and unfortunately, it eventually began to ebb away.
Alex inhaled as he snapped out of the drowning pleasure. He looked down at his long-time friend. For all the years he had known her before this island, for all this time that he had thought her gorgeous, he had never imagined he would see her like this.
Blissed out of her mind, still writhing as her pussy kept squirting, the redheaded, elven cocksleeve kept muttering a singular phrase. "Tha-ah-nk you… Thanggghnk you… thank…" Every drop of his seed that marked her insides was received with the utmost gratitude.
Alex took his time pulling out of her. As his cock left her, the erection finally faded. Their mixed essences dribbled from her well-used, gaping cunt. This night, like every night, she would sleep soundly, filled with his seed, knowing she was safe under his protection. The notion made him smile.
Settling down on his back, Alex pulled the post-orgasmic elf to his side. She nuzzled up against him and fell asleep instantly. His other arm reached out to the closest woman, Tess, and did the same for her. Even completely unconscious, the gothic angel reacted to his presence and rested her head on his broad chest.
With the orgy behind them, they were not a Master and two sex slaves, but just Alex holding onto two loves as his own exhaustion settled in. He yawned heartily and looked at the ceiling. The crystals around them dimmed until the total darkness of this world far away from civilization settled in.
It was a good life.
He couldn't wait to see what tomorrow brought.
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"Does it excite you?" Instinct asked.
Reason chuckled. "I am concerned about the way it might impact me, but beyond that… yes, it does. Laying rules grounded in faith, deepening our bonds, and tying the knots of a marriage of our own design. What could be more exciting?"
"Fucking them all?"
"It is good, but I enjoy it more with added context."
"Mhm…" Instinct raised his unmelded arm in big shrug. "What do I care what I think?"
"What do I care what I desire?" Reason responded jokingly.
The I and the We and the They all turned towards the possibilities awaiting him.
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The chain of him manifested before the duo at the core of the mind. Body and social acuity were of high aptitude, but the swiftness of the brain was, relatively lagging behind. Intuition and reason were united in agreement to sharpen the spear of logic, activating and aiding the creation of new neural pathways.
Improvement of the self was, though rewarding, his least favourite part of these nights. Waving the unified hand, the duo that was one dismissed the versions of himself.
The web of the women whose souls he was entrusted with lit up in their stead. Each was a pathway, but only one urged him to travel. All others either were still transforming or had reached a point past which they could not currently push. Once their Master had reached a greater degree of power, he would allow them them to soar to even greater heights.
For now, only Sara could be shown a path forwards.
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