In his dreams, Alex was ravishing Amethyst's throat. He was vaguely aware that it wasn't real. He could sense the disconnect between his stirring body and his slumbering mind. While his imagined self held the slime tomboy's head, his real body was thrusting automatically. On both sides of the divide, he felt pleasure.
The reality of the warm body he was humping gradually pulled him out of the land of dreams and into his, somehow superior, reality. He was grinding against a soft ass, gliding back forth between the cheeks of a nice and round bubble butt. His cock prodded an entrance. The clenched texture made it clear it was the wrong one. Curiosity did not get the better of him. He did intend to train his women in anal eventually, if only to say he had claimed all their holes. Even half-asleep, he had the presence of mind not to start that training with a surprise penetration.
Lazily he grabbed his cock and angled it. His eyes were still closed, his mind still rising from the series of wet dreams. The little spoon in front of him must have had her own arousing fantasies, wet as she was. "Mhmmmaster…" Sofia cooed as he glided inside her. "Thank you… Alex… yes… make me your little breeding slave… parade me around, I don't mind… mhmehehehe… so what if all the CEOs see me crawling for you?"
The perverted mumbles mixed with her rising moans. They both rose gradually from their sleep, the shared pleasure making remaining unconscious impossible. Thrust for thrust, Alex got his heart to beat and his brain to banish the tiredness. Cry by Cry, Sofia grew louder, a long yawn interrupting the individual sighs.
Alex blinked to full awareness and stretched. A satisfying pop aligned something in his shoulders neatly. Immediately after that, he bent down to kiss the lips of the brunette cocksleeve. Sofia greeted him readily, her tongue surrendering to his conquest just as he brought her to the first orgasm of the day.
Their kiss broke as his pleasure spiked. The urges of his morning wood demanded release. He rolled on top of Sofia, pinning her face down and prone beneath him. "Ma-ah!-Ah!-AAH!-Ah!" Worshipping, choppy cries were pressed out of her lungs every time he hammered down on the back of her wide hips.
Smacking of skin on skin mingled with her voice to form the alarm that awakened the rest of the harem. "Blessed are we to see that first thing in the morning," Tess prayed - literally she put her hands together and rose into a kneeling posture, watching her Master leisurely plough Sofia. The initial observation swiftly changed into a hornier type of worship, her hands disappearing between her white thighs.
Alex paid no further mind to his surroundings for the moment. His thrusts accelerated, his voice came out in strained grunts, and Sofia screams echoed in the huge room. Finally, the contractions of her pussy became too much. "Bless me with your supreme seed, Master!" she managed a singular coherent sentence, before the flood of his cum silenced her entirely.
The asleep humping had smoothly turned into him dumping the first load of the day deep inside his willing cocksleeve. Writhing and twitching beneath him, Sofia took every drop like the sheathe she was - for him, anyway.
Alex let out his held breath in a relieved sigh, before pulling out of the now happily giggling brunette. "Blessed is she who receives the first load of the day," Tess moaned. In a few days time, that could become a mantra of the Cult. Given its basis, that was far from absurd. "You appear to glow, Sofia - and I mean that figuratively. Given the island, I need to add that."
"I feel so good," Sofia swooned. Once Alex was off her, she quickly stretched. "Better than ever, really."
"You look different… and yet not," Alex remarked.
"I feel different, yet not…" Shacking off the last of the post-coital sluggishness, Sofia rose to her feet. Following simple intuition, she stretched her hands out in front of her. Two swords manifested, instruments of grey metal with sharp edges. A flex of her will and a spark of supernatural light replaced them with a singular rapier, then it was replaced with an axe, then she was back to two swords. "Interesting…"
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"Oh, that's just great! You get to have a whole armory and I get to be small!"
Everyone turned to Kiara. What initially struck Alex as just her usual whining about having been turned from an already short woman into a dwarf turned out to be a warranted complaint by the orange-haired Irishwoman.
She was tiny now. Her head was about the height of his crotch. Though her head had lowered in height, her tits and ass looked to be almost untouched, resulting in a figure utterly dominated by her feminine goods.
"I guess it's not all bad," the former PR manager muttered, looking down at herself. Every little motion caused her melon-sized mounds to jiggle. When she bounced on the spot, testing the changes in balance her new proportions brought, her ass smacked against itself with as much attitude as fit on her smug, freckled face. "Guess I'll just mind control all of you with my shortstack assets. Do my bidding, minions!"
Kiara put a hand on her hips, cocked her head back, and adjusted the hat that suddenly appeared on her orange head. A big, green top hat with a silver sash tied around the cylindrical top and a big, four-leaved clover attached to its front.
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"Seriously, the Irish shortstack is a leprechaun?" Charlotte laughed. "How does it feel to be stereotyped by magic?"
"Like I am a living good luck charm with a huge hat and even bigger tits," Kiara shot back immediately. Despite her initial reaction, she seemed rather content with her new state of being. "By all means, mock me for being an adorable Irishgal with all the fortune of my people. Totally a stereotype I loathe to embody."
"I think…" Selana suddenly grabbed Kiara's tits from behind, squishing the enormous, pale mounds with her dark fingers. Every bit as sensitive as before, perhaps even more, the leprechaun moaned as she was felt up by her fellow member of the huge titty committee. "...that someone just worked out that she's now so small that she can be carried everywhere."
Alex visualized it for one second, then let out an agreeing: "Huh… I suppose she fits on one shoulder."
Janette squatted down next to him, studying the profile of his cock. As per usual, he was still hard. He just ignored the need for the moment. "Can you still carry her on this? Will it fit?"
"Of course, it'll… ah… fit!" Kiara exclaimed past the pre-orgasmic trembles. "What kind of magic would it be to make ssssshhortst-ah-ck that you can't fuck?"
"We'll test that later," Alex promised, his attention now claimed by the last of the women that seemed to have changed that morning. Niara had quietly walked to the middle of the room and now gestured at herself to give everyone the chance to take in the changes.
They were not quite as drastic as the ones to Kiara. Though it was difficult to compete with shrinking to standing blowjob size, Niara came close courtesy of the total inversion of her hair colour. What had been a cascade of black was now a grey-tinted white. The insides of her wolf ears sported light blue fur instead, almost matching the colour of the ethereally glowing markings on her ebony body. They had a tribal character, flowing lines with pointy cut-ins and protrusions forming simply patterns. Only the mark on her womb, integrated into her new aesthetic as seamlessly as she was integrated into his harem, was a more elaborate heart-shape.
The marks primarily covered the sides of her hips and thighs, with a moderate amount on the rest of her legs and just a few more on her upper body. Two rings around her upper arms, highlights on her collarbones, and a diamond-shaped mark on her forehead, that was the totality of them.
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Alex did one more scan of his women, assuring that no one else had changed overnight. Then, Janette casually wrapped her lips around his cock. The eager slurping was the beginning of the chain of events that occupied him for the next thirty-ish minutes. After that he bounced from bedroom to bathroom to breakfast. They disengaged from erotic activities as they ate, getting their bellies full.
The rumblings of a brewing storm vibrated faintly in the bark.
"Sounds like the weather will suck today," Astrid remarked.
"I enjoy the rain," Amethyst said, to no one's surprise.
Alex caught Kiara's gaze and gestured for her to come hither. Obediently, she did, staring at his unattended cock. "Someone needs to find out what shortstack pussy feels like," she smugly stated. "Hat on or hat off?"
"Hat off," Alex remarked drily. "I don't want it to bob against my chin."
"Suit yourself." A tap of the brim caused the lucky charm to disappear into whatever place all the magical items went. Climbing on top of his throne, Kiara straddled him. In all of her thickness, she struggled to do even that. She was tiny, probably a little less than 1,30 metres. At WELL over 2 metres, he was closer to double her size than her size and he was muscular too.
Kiara grabbed his cock and pressed it against her body. It was an absurd sight. Though Alex's height was borderline inhuman, his cock was 'merely' huge and certainly not some the kind of length that could be used as a murder weapon. Compared to Kiara's torso, however, it might as well have been.
The tip of his throbbing erection sat between the lower curves of her gently sagging mounds. From where her pussy hovered near his base,the length of his shaft covered the entirety of her midriff. A bit of concern rose within Alex, mixed entirely with excitement. Magic was at play. Porn logic could very well work. If this island had taught him anything than it was that intuition had power and Kiara's intuition made her bite her lower lip in anticipation.
Kiara could not raise her hips high enough to reach the tip of his cock, not while straddling him. Putting one foot up, she raised herself diagonally until he drooling pussy met his cock. Petals slick and swollen with arousal greeted him. The tiny woman's sex immediately pressed down.
The tightness was intense but not too much. Wet walls twitched all around him. They felt a bit odd and Alex quickly realized why that was. There were folds to her insides than any other woman he had been with before, notably more "Ooooh, that's gooooooood." It was neither groan nor a whisper, more of a dreamy sound of strain. "Fills me so completely."
At just past the halfway point, Alex felt what should have been the end of the journey. The love tunnel ended, her cervix greeting the top of his cock. Now, the pilot had not paid the closest of attentions during sex ed, but he knew well enough that, one, the cervix was not actually situated at the direct endpoint of the vaginal tunnel and, more importantly, he was absolutely certain that it should not be shoved deeper into a woman.
Yet, Kiara kept sliding downwards, howling as her pussy clenched and quivered all arouind him. Pussy juice squirted in intense waves as she made his cock lay claim to more and more of her insides. The obscene bulge went further up her midriff as her organs got rearranged to make room for it all. All she did in response was cum her brains out. Tongue lolling, eyes rolling, pussy wetting the seat, she was the picture of a well-fucked cumdump before she had even made the first bounce.
She was made for this. She was ecstatic about it. She was a shortstack cocksleeve with a pussy that begged to be stretched out. As her dense folds were pulled along her elongating depth, more sensitive nerve endings were exposed to erotic friction, previously hidden in the crevices between. The deeper he got, the better it felt for her and the act of having her flexible insides be forced to accommodate him was the greatest of them all.
Kiara's left foot slipped backwards. She was fully straddling him again, sitting down on his lap as she took the last few centimetres of his length into her. Lips twitched into a pervy smile as her cervix was pushed just a little bit deeper into her. Alex did not even try to work out how her insides must have looked at the moment. He was fucking a feisty Irish PR manager turned leprechaun in front of his harem of nubile, athletic tomboys.
There was no need to have the answers to some questions.
"Okay… oooooo—ooo-o-o-okkaaaaaaay," Kiara half-sung as her brain slowly restatrted. "Holy moley, I lost myself for a second there. Master, you are… good, it feels like my entire soul is filled with your COCK!" she shouted the last word just as she bounced on it for the first time. She utterly lacked the range of motion to get even close to the tip. The only way for her to get off his cock was to stand up entirely or get lifted off. "Master, I am so sensitive!" she continued to babble, audibly drunk on sex.
"Sounds like you came down a bit," he commented.
"That first penetration was something else… I wonder if it'll be like that every time you make my insides your personal sleeve." Kiara bounced again, moaning but also groaning in disappointment. "Are you just going to watch me or are you going to do the man thing and handle me already?"
There was only one response for such a bratty comment. Alex grabbed her by the waist. A chocked obscenity got stuck in Kiara's throat when his massive hands effortlessly encircled her waist. Never before had he been this able to actually use a woman as a cocksleeve.
Kiara's blue eyes snapped from his hands - or what little she could see of his hands past her gigantic tits - up to his face. "Do it." It was a plea, despite her choice of words. "Do it, Master. I'm not playing coy. I need to know what it feels like for you to utterly and mercilessly use me, for you to make me your relief toy before you pump me full of divine baby batter. Please, Master… you have to break me."
"Who am I to refuse such a polite request?" Alex asked aloud - and lifted her up.
It wasn't that she was light. Relative to her size, she was actually rather heavy. It seemed more than the texture of her folds had become denser. Regardless, he lifted her with his superhuman brawn. Then, he drove her back down, impaling her on his cock. The echoing clap made the other women moan.
"Mor-" Kiara started her plea, but he had already pulled back up halfway through. He slammed her back down. He pulled her back up. Over and over again, her pussy gushing, her voice rising back to the volume of that first penetration.
Then, he started to thrust up into her. The first one was an involuntary bucking of his hips, prompted by her tightness twitching all around him. Past that, he was just mesmerized by the power he had over this orgasming little toy. The rush of dominant glee that came over him as he manhandled the orange-haired cocksleeve fuelled a savage rush of motion.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The wet echoes overpowered the climactic moans of a harem that had broken out into a sapphic orgy, all of it dedicated to watching him remodel Kiara's insides. No matter how much he stretched her, she remained tight. No matter how often he battered her cervix, all she did was squirt.
Huge tits jiggled up and down, side to side, and in no particular direction at all. Alex was so taken by the need to fuck her that there was no stability to anything he was doing to her. Every thrust was a unique angle, making her hair fly and her eyes disappear behind her fluttering lids. One of his hands glided down, possessively squishing the obscene softness of her plump ass.
"FUCK!" he roared, his orgasm coming hard and sudden. Pinning her down, thrusting up into her, he was a bridge from his heels on the ground to his back against the throne. Kiara had no contact to anything besides his cock. She was a set of curves, sex soiling the place they were joined with spraying pussy juice. Her entire being tensed and released alongside the shaft pumping hot cum directly into her womb.
It was no metaphor. Alex could feel her cervix pressed against the tip of his cock, open slightly to receive every spurt directly into her. Every second proved that this body, this short and sinfully stacked body, was built even more for procreative sex than women already were. A biological size queen, a depraved brat, and an eager sex slave all rolled into one tiny, Irish package with attitude.
Alex was tempted to keep fucking her all morning, but there were other things he needed to take care off. He lifted Kiara off his cock. As a quick of her new anatomy, the trickle of cum that left her gaping hole was barely notable. It really did appear that she had it all gathered up in her womb.
It was unfortunate that the curse was still in effect.
The orgy died down as quickly as it had started. The tomboy returned to their seats along the long table. Kiara blinked a couple of times, managing to return to reality after drinking a cup of water.
The empty pillows around the throne awaited those that would accompany him that day.
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"Amethyst," he made his first choice. "I want to see how much absorbing that essence has improved your abilities in the field."
"I'll do the best I can, Master," the slime tomboy promised and crawled on over, kissing his cock as a sign of her submission for the day. Not that anything else was expected.
The other two, Alex chose more or less on a whim. "Blair, Sofia, I want you two to come along as well."
"Understood," the redhead stated.
"As it pleases you, Master," Sofia cooed.
Both crawled over as well, helping clean the leprechaun juices from Alex's manhood. As they did so, breakfast was finished and the wider harem began to discuss what they would be doing for the day, segmenting itself into various parties to hunt, explore, craft or do whatever else.
It was all nice and harmonious.
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Alex found himself alone with Sara.
The brunette was on her back, laying on one of the loungers that grew from the walls of the many bedrooms. Her skin shone from the hot water Alex had rubbed all over her skin. In the absence of oil this was the best way he could massage them.
In the right light, Alex felt like he saw something else shimmering not just on her skin but as part of it. 'An early sign of her transformation?' he theorized. The changes always seemed to progress slowly, then manifest all at once over one night. 'Likely, most of the prep-work happens unseen and the visual changes are just the final switch being flipped.'
Alex recalled Charlotte's fox ears suddenly popping up from her hairline and chuckled.
Sara's questioning hum vibrated through his dick. Stood next to the lounger, Alex enjoyed a casual blowjob. Focusing entirely only the head and upper third of his shaft, the bunny-eared woman had an easy time of it - though her inexperience had been vanquished anyhow over the last few days.
"Just reminiscing about the first time we saw one of the changes," he explained, brushing the soft fur of one of her animal ears as an extra point of clarity. "It was quite a chaotic moment."
"I-I can imagine," Sara answered between gentle bobs. "We're… all changing, bit by bit."
"We are," he agreed, hand trailing over the mark on the bottom-heavy woman's womb. He ventured a little further, to her pubic mound, finding the slick wetness between her shapely thighs. "Maybe it'd be good to remember where we came from sometime too."
"...Maybe…" Sara's reluctant answer was immediately followed by a light moan.
"I want to hear it." His voice was just as much a mixture of softness and insistence as his penetrating fingers were. "I know who you are right now and I love you." The confession, if it could be called such, made Sara squeak happily. "If it's the kind of story you'd rather tell seriously, then I can stop…"
"N-no!" The tennis prodigy was quick to assure, pumping Alex's manhood with her hand now that her soft lips were otherwise busy. "This - ah - is how we live, right? I… I like this… plus it's not… ah! R-riight there!" A weak orgasm made the bunny-eared woman incapable of speaking for five seconds. A gulp later, she continued. "...it's not that serious."
"Tell me, then, please," Alex requested.
"D-do you… uhm… this sounds so self-aggrandizing… b-but do you know who I am?"
"Sara Mendoza, daughter of a tennis prodigy, herself the talent of a generation," Alex summarized what he knew about her. "Debut at age 15, a streak of tournament wins only interrupted by injury, whispered to be virtually guaranteed to take gold in the upcoming Olympics."
"Y-yeah…" Sara squirmed a bit under his fingers. "That's… what they say about me… I suppose."
"And who is the true you?" Alex wanted to know.
Sara gave his cock a quick kiss, before taking a deep breath. "My mother always shone a bright light on me," she whispered, voice straining frm present pleasure and past pains. "I didn't really understand it when i was a child, b-but looking back at it, its pretty obvious that she always just saw me as… the next step in her career. She was always strict, but when I was 7 something shifted entirely. She practically dragged me to a tennis court and began to drill me. 'You were born for this', she told me… a-and… well… I sort of was."
Alex's fingers slowed but did not pause, respecting Sara's wish to bask in their current lifestyle even as her childhood trauma spilled from her lips. "What do you mean by that?" he encouraged her on, when she fell silent for a bit too long.
Content, Sara closed her eyes. She was still except for the continued up and down of her hand. "The racket in my hand. The motions. The approval my mother gave me when I hit the ball just right… it all felt… correct. I liked tennis, b-but… I learned already that my mother only loved me when I did what she expected me to…"
Alex bent down, quietly putting a kiss on her forehead. When she took a break again, he didn't prod her with a question, just coaxed her to another orgasm. Even as the sole man of these islands, even has 'divine Master', he was nowhere near that controlling and had no intent of being. His love was no such transactional a thing. 'What a horrid thing to do to a daughter,' he thought.
"I… w-was just a child…" Sara continued. "So… I thought that was just how things were… a-and I got really good at what my my mother wanted me to be good at…. She was so proud of me when she entered me into the 18-and-under national championship… I was 15 and I won…"
That was the debut that Alex had already heard about. "How did you feel?"
"I went to the hotel room and cried," Sara confessed. "Not because… I was happy… When I received the trophy, my mother hugged me like she had never hugged me before… all the reporters called me 'heir apparent'. That was all I was to my mother and the reporters, the heir. I bawled my eyes out because… I just didn't know who I even was."
Another pause. This time, Sara opened her eyes again. Those hazel pools were deep and met his gaze surrounded by the light wrinkles of a wide smile. For as little as Alex liked to hear all of this, he was not dealing with a person damaged by any of this. This tomboy harem of his was full of the strongest women a man could ask for.
Sara rolled onto her side, her lips once more wrapping around his cock. The casual blowjob from before was replaced with the determined deepthroating of a woman eager to make her Master cum. Already at the brink, it took Alex barely any time to fulfill her wish, filling her mouth with spurt after spurt of cum. His fingertips curled against her g-sport, massaging that most sensitive point while his supernatural seed did its work, pleasures intertwining into a squirting orgasm that marked the bed of self-cleaning cotton.
"I gulped it all down without permission," she apologized after.
"The permission is a play, the most important part is always that you like what I am doing to you," Alex assured her. "What happened after?" He began to lick her juices off his fingers. They tasted pleasantly odd, like… the air of a foggy night.
"...w-well… I had the problem that I was… t-too young to really go up the ladder, both because I still had to mature physically and because of legal things… s-so I became part of a Catholic relief mission to an island hit by an earthquake as a… PR thing…"
"Your mother planned that?" Alex asked, his eyebrows pulling together. "When you were fifteen?"
"S-sixteen, but yes…"
Alex clenched his jaw. He had already disliked the woman for the drilling she had imposed on his Sara, but sending a woman that young to some disaster zone, ripping her out of her social circle and placing her amidst strangers? That was just the cherry atop the dung pile. "Forgive me for saying this, but I don't care for my mother-in-law."
Chuckling, Sara answered, "N-neither do I… so…"
"Yo, Alex!" Insistent and cold in equal measure, Blair shouted as she turned the corner. She must have followed their voices without eavesdropping, that was the only way she could have been surprised by the air of the room she strut into. "...Is this a bad time?" she asked, apologetically.
"N-no!" Sara sat up, a reassuring smile on her face. "It's… uhm… this is a good point to stop for a bit, so you're doing me a favour."
"Is that so?" Blair did not sound convinced, but it wasn't in her nature to question people, especially not when she wanted something. "We're waiting for you in the exit area."
"Right." Alex had gotten so used to time apparently standing still in the mornings that he hadn't even given that thought. With one more glance at Sara, he let out a loud sigh. He wanted to hear more. If she was happy to stop there, then he would respect that. "We'll talk more later," he said.
"Later," Sara agreed.
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Amethyst got the backpack and Blair the gauntlet with their utility items. That was except for the Necklace of Regulation, which Alex put on once more. The axe was also given to Blair. Amethyst wasn't the weapon-wielding type and Sofia was her own arsenal.
'She looks really hot when armed,' the man of the island thought, staring at his fiery succubus. One arm covered by the stone gauntlet, the other clutching the crude shaft of the weapon, and completely naked besides that, she was a toned tomboy goddess. 'My toned tomboy demoness,' he corrected himself mentally.
A thunderstrike rumbled through the open entrance. It was another day of horrible weather and if the last thunderstorm was anything to go by, it would be this way all day. Thunderstorms that lasted an entire day uninterrupted were unnatural in basically any climate, but Alex found them especially odd in the tropics. Swift weather changes were pretty common in this area of the world.
Physical sense was scarce on these islands, however.
"We probably won't explore far today." Alex stared out into the ashfield - what little he could see of it through the intensifying rain anyhow. Now that they had explored it and with the heat transferral broken,marching through it on a day like this was not nearly as imposing. Still, having to march through the slurry of mud and ash would slow them, as would the wind once they made it into the jungle.
"Progress is progress," Blair stated bluntly.
"I'm… h-happy to follow you wherever you want to go, Master!" Sofia exclaimed.
"Same," Amethyst assured.
A finger tapped Alex's right shoulder. He turned that way, saw no one, then turned the other, to find Janette standing behind him. The mild smirk of the successful tease was on her face. It fit her, despite her usually stoic disposition. "Asking to be spanked?" he asked the wood-antlered woman.
"Do what you must, Master," she responded evenly. "I have something to show you before you leave. All four of you."
Interested hums echoed from the day's exploration party, growing a little louder when Janette lead them to the tree's 'basement'. The underground chambers were formed less by cavities in the enormous tree and more by overlapping roots. Resulting rooms were nice and cool while the tree was resting, insulated by earth, perfect to store a lot of perishables.
Janette showed them a descending slope that lead several metres underground. "The tree made this overnight," she explained. "I checked the bottom. It connects to the complex under the volcano. Once I realized that, I came back."
"Good girl," Alex said immediately. 'Did that sound too patronizing?' he wondered, only to spot the sparkle of desire and love in the woman's eyes. 'Well, she does consider me divine…' "I would feel better if you had someone looking after you next time this happens."
"I'll consider it," Janette responded. "Are you going to explore it?"
"Anything that let's me push off going out into the rain for a bit," Alex joked and climbed down. It was a sharply angled slope, but the walls offered plenty of holds. Even while carrying his sword, Alex found the descend simple to execute.
The root tunnel ended at the side of a dark room. The amber light of the Tree of Harem Life illuminated the cracked walls of the architecture. In its strange mixture of Greek and Aztec influences, it all did remind of the buildings they had already explored.
The other three explorers were soon with him. Blair provided the glowing crystals, allowing them to see a little more. "I'll wait up here!" Janette informed them. "If I hear you scream, I will get the others!"
"Good call!" Alex shouted back, then began to explore.
There was no magma around, cooled or liquid, indicating that this part of the complex had broken off the rest a long time ago and remained isolated since. What it originally had been there for, one could only guess at. The rooms held some remnants of furniture, but nothing that could be salvaged and nothing that hinted at specifics.
They went through three near identical rooms, then emerged into a larger, circular chamber. Light crystal's glow reflected in a multitude of colourless gemstones, laid into painted circles that were themselves nodes in a much larger ritual site that stretched the entire of the ten paces of the chamber.
Amethyst held the light crystals high. Sofia and Blair kept weapons at the ready. Alex cautiously advanced and squatted down by one of the fist-sized gemstones. He tried to pick it up. Under the lightest bit of pressure, it fell apart, crumbling into a white stone dust.
"I don't like the look of that," Amethyst hissed.
Alex followed her gaze to the middle of the circle. A chaotic knot of lines had been drawn there in grey chalk. Faint yet unmistakeable, the view of the complicated weave spurred on a mixture of dread and rage in the Mongrel's soul. "It gives off the same aura as the Death Willow's other extensions," he growled.
The urge to tear the unholy thing apart rose and ebbed away swiftly. This was weaker, much weaker, than any previous lingering influences of the entity. Better to understand what he was dealing with.
Alex carefully wandered around the outer edge of the ritual circle. There was just enough space that people could have walked, though those people would have been notably smaller than Alex and even shorter than most westerners. Alex found the remnants of footprints, preserved by the lack of air movement in this space.
There were more of them between two, smaller concentric circles within the ritual site. Careful not to step on any of the lines, Alex moved over and inspected them. "Walking in the same direction as the outer circle…" he muttered.
"Is that important?" Blair asked.
"Everything is important in magic," Alex answered with confidence. Over the last two weeks he had been interacting constantly with supernatural activities and he even had a few rituals under his belt by now. "It works with symbolism and intuition. They would have wanted to achieve something by walking in the same direction… a symbol of support, perhaps?"
He looked again at the drawn knot of roots, now close enough that he could have touched it. "A-are you thinking they… called the Death Willow here?"
"Seems that way," Alex said. "Though I can't be entirely certain yet…"
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He inspected the ritual circle itself. The layout of it had a cultural significance that eluded him. There clearly was a pattern to it all, jagged lines and flowing curves intersecting and parting in a way that spelled out something. The only thing he did understand was that the gemstones must have served as batteries, now depleted and ready to crumble to dust.
'To dust…' Alex repeated in his mind and picked up another one of the gemstones. Rubbing the resulting materials between his fingers reminded him clearly of the remnants of the books. An unlikely coincidence. "Total certainty will always elude us," he said, "but I am confident enough in this: there was a small group of conspirators who invited the Death Willow into this facility."
"To what end?" Blair wondered.
"To be spared," Amethyst weighed in. The liquid woman pointed them at a number of patterns that, combined, created 'walls' around people that stood in them. "I would guess they thought the end was inevitable, so they might as well try to negotiate."
Alex looked around the room once more. "No corpses here… it could be that they got what they bargained for."
"Isn't the Death Willow… all against life?" Sofia asked.
"It's motto is 'No More Births'," Alex reminded her. "It seems fine with undead existences, though that's me speculating." His gaze locked onto the middle of the circle. "Though there is a way here to learn more…"
"Are you… thinking about reactivating this circle?" Amethyst did not bother hiding her raw disgust.
"No gemstones, nothing to empower the Death Willow's arrival." Alex removed himself from the ritual circle, crossing his arms as he thought aloud. "We have a skull and a root of the Death Willow, perhaps one of them could be used to establish contact."
"To what end?" Blair asked.
"To know the enemy…" Alex rubbed his chin. "Not sure how necessary that is."
Gently, Sofia placed her hand on his arm, a small thing considered to the girth of his muscles. Despite that, it was more reassuring than anything else in the world could be. "Whatever you decide, Master… I am with you." She smiled at her fellow tomboys. "We all are."
"Even if I think it's stupid, I will follow," Blair assured.
"Your will be done, Mon- Master," Amethyst echoed the sentiment.
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But what was his will? Alex had only been contemplating the possibility, he wasn't conivnced he wanted to actually do it. In fact, the more he thought about it, the less of an urge he had to talk to the Death Willow. Thinking about that enemy of life reminded him of that subconscious 'dryness' in his loins. A steady reminder that this accursed entity was preventing him from giving his tomboys what they all craved.
'There is some argument to be made that we should wait until the rose-tinted glasses have dropped,' Alex thought. 'But I'd rather make that choice on my own, rather than be forced into it by an undead tree.' Shacking his head, he made his decision. "No, there's nothing to be said to it. Let's have a look around. Maybe those that made this ritual left something of value behind."
The call had the three women relax. To make it absolute, Alex deliberately smudged one of the ritual line with his foot. Best not to keep something like this under their house, even if they were likely to move again soon.
They scanned the chamber thoroughly. Alex picked up the gemstones one after another,hoping one may have survived the ritual. No such luck, every single last of them fall apart.
"I got something, I think?" Sofia said and held up a piece of chalk that had been laying in the corner. "Look at this." The previously red bar turned to white, then black.
"Colour-changing chalk…" Alex mumbled and took the stick once it was offered to him. In its length and girth, it reminded of the sticks that were often sold to children. It was denser and heavier than that though. It was also remarkably complete.
Squatting down, Alex made a quick line on the floor, then inspected where the chalk had been rubbed off. What little was gone returned over the course of ten seconds.
"Regenerating, colour-changing chalk," he adjusted his description. "Useful to make ritual circles and leave markings. We're taking it." He handed it to Blair for storage.
They found nothing else of note down there.
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"Interesting," Janette responded, after she had been given the breakdown of what they had found. Immediately after, she presented him with a different question. "Do you want the tree to be moved today, Master? What does your 'divine will' entail?"
She said it with a hint of sarcasm, but she was a supporter of the establishment of the Cult. The dichotomy between her words and actions was purely endearing to Alex. For the question… he needed a moment to think.
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"Let's keep the tree here for now," he decided. "It's nice and central. The surrounding ashland is a bit annoying to navigate on foot, but it also makes it easy to spot approaches. I like that bit of security."
"As you wish." The dryad lowered her head. At first, Alex thought it was just a standard bow. It swiftly became clear that her goal was lower. Bent exclusively at the waist, the judo expert bent down and placed a venerating smooch on the head of his cock. Blood began to flow towards the flaccid member. "Save travels, Master."
"Until later, my tomboy," he responded with the highest compliment he could give. With a bit of a smirk on her lips, Janette turned around. The way she moaned when he gave her naked ass a quick swat betrayed that she had been expecting it. Well, when it came to parting smacks he was predictable.
Tearing his eyes away from her swinging hips, Alex faced the doorway to the outside. Male instinct suggested he take a nice eyeful of his companions for the day, but he knew what the consequence of that would be. They had to head out at some point. "We're going east," he told everyone.
The problem of being at halfmast was quickly solved by the march. Even his supernatural and super-horny body could not maintain a hard-on while fighting against the rain. The grey curtain was omnipresent, swallowing up most features of the landscape. The Tree of Harem Life remained visible for quite a while, courtesy of its red-leaves and orange-glowing bits.
Alex trusted his inbuilt sense of direction. Still, he wasn't complaining about that landmark in his back. Coming across the shattered totem from the day before confirmed they were heading in the right direction.
The slurry of ash was gradually replaced by grass past that point. "That's a lot nicer to walk on!" Sofia shouted over the winds.
"Exhausting still!" Blair shouted back. The wind had turned to blow in their faces. They had formed a column, Alex's broad form at the front. His windshadow only provided so much cover and the storm was in a frenzy.
A lightning strike momentarily illuminated the darkened day, allowing Alex a glimpse past the grey curtain. It was all flatland… all except for something atop a gently sloped hill. Thunder rumbled. Another flare of light arched across the sky. The shadow of a structure lay in the distance.
"Shelter!" Alex screamed. "I'll walk a little faster!"
Large strides brought him closer and closer to his goal. He kept glancing over his shoulder. Each time he was met by the sight of rapidly strutting women in a perfect row, faces filled with determination. Alex knew exactly why he loved tomboys. Through thunder and rain, they marched with him with not a peep of lament.
The structure was surprisingly intact. After all the ruins Alex had found on this island, it was nice to see something that was still serving a purpose. The roof was a curved sheet of solid stone, capping off the hill and protecting a space that had been dug out beneath it from the rain. Inside, the walls were made of stone brick, the floor some kind of blue clay that had been spread out evenly.
Three half windows, located north, east and south along the round roof, allowed the group to gaze back outside. It also allowed wind and rain to enter the structure. The mechanisms to close the windows had long since snapped off, wooden splinters the only signs of hinges that remained. Same went for a door in the west-oriented staircase that had let them enter the mostly-buried structure.
The drainage system of the structure was still intact enough that the water that entered ran away into the small grove between walls and floor. The wind was loud, but the structure did still provide them a good amount of cover.
The only displeasing part of it all was the skeleton they shared the space with.
There was no flesh left on the corpse. It appeared the person had died sitting in a chair that had since collapsed under them. Clean bones were scattered around that part of the room. A colourful pendant lay among them.
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The dead had no use for trinkets. Alex picked the little thing up. The ancient leather crumbled at the faintest touch, but the pendant itself remained intact. It was made from some kind of gold alloy and a large, purple gemstone was set in its centre. Perhaps it would make for a good gift.
Another item to be entrusted to Blair.
"We'll take a short rest here," Alex decided. "Eat some of our rations and hope that the wind dies down a little."
"Sounds good," Amethyst agreed.
They tried to move the bones as respectfully as possible. Not much could be done in that regard, considering they were just stacking them up in a corner, then sat down a bit away from them. Alex lacked both the time and impetus to give the skeleton a proper burial. 'Not that i even know what a proper burial is to those that once lived here. Maybe they preferred to be exposed to the open sky.'
"Mhm…" Blair looked between the fruit she had pulled out of the Storage Gauntlet and Alex's dick.
"It's not happening," he told her.
"What's not happening?" Sofia investigated.
"The resident succubus would prefer to get her sustenance another way," Alex explained.
"...Can you actually live off of cum alone now?" The brunette didn't even bother hiding her jealousy. That she was so openly fantasizing about having nothing but his seed to nourish her was almost enough to wake up Alex's member. Between the cold of the water on his skin and the skull in the room, it remained flaccid.
"I don't know. I think so." Blair's response was casual. She opened her mouth wide, demonically sharp teeth sinking into fruitflesh. Chewing and gulping later, she continued. "It is in my nature and Master's cum tastes… radiant."
"As if you needed any additional reason to gulp it all down," Amethyst remarked. "Well, we are sisters in this now."
"And I still have to eat food…" Sofia grumbled.
They finished off the rations in a couple of minutes, then took a few more just existing in a dry place. Eventually, the howling of the wind diminished to steady gusts. Still strong, just more handleable.
"We won't be able to go much further in this weather," Amethyst stated.
Alex just nodded. "Every bit counts," he reiterated his thinking on the matter.
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Grass, wind and rain. That was their reality for another… Alex estimated two-ish hours.
Their bare feet were trained for these long marches. Even the tomboy that had relied on shoes in all their workouts had gotten used to the marches after two weeks. The human body was truly remarkable in its adaptability. The human body filled with magic, that was just a different beast entirely.
The thunderstorm continued with no sign of stopping. With the wind, the thunder hand diminished, robbing Alex of the sources of occasional visibility.
When they suddenly stepped onto stone Alex was surprised. It started with the unpleasant sharpness of gravel, the kind used to reinforce treks. After that, they were on a flat-ish surface. Bits of grass poked out in-between slabs of clearly intelligent placement. Groves were carved into rock, water pooling in it.
"Uhm, am I imaging it or is the water glowing?" Sofia asked.
Alex focused a little more, even getting on one knee to get closer. "No… you are right, the water in the ridges is giving off a faint glow," he agreed. "Seems like this is another ritual circle of some kind?" He inspected four different stones located at even pacings around the outer edge of the concentric circles. They were overgrown with moss.
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Alex put the Cataclysmic Greatsword aside. This was no time for an instrument like that.
"Are you going to restore this?" Blair asked, running her hand through her soaked hair.
"I am," Alex confirmed.
"Want help with it or would we be in the way?"
"It's best I do this alone, for now," he answered honestly. What he didn't want was feet in his field of view while he tried to track the complicated linework. Once more, the rain was cockblocking him. He usually did his best thinking while he was inside a woman, but who could enjoy a blowjob while strong gusts were whipping one's face with heavy droplets? Even ignoring that discomfort, the rain was categorically too dense to stand at the edge of this enormous circle and see the entirety of it properly.
The trio of tomboy didn't take offense to his dismissal, doing as these perfect women always did and looking at this practically. They kept to the edge of the ritual circle, observed the environment, and chatted quietly amongst themselves while he tried to understand the ritual site.
It turned out to be fairly simple. As the glow indicated, the circle was still in working condition, just made inefficient by the shiftings of time. Tracing the lines, Alex tore bushels of grass out between tiles, restoring proper flow. Bit by bit, the faint glow became a visible blue light.
Alex pushed gently down on a tile that had been moved off-level. The wet soil beneath resisted for a bit, then gave. After a moment, the plate itself moved beneath Alex's hand, a sensation akin to losing grip on a magnet. The entire circle hummed.
A vital sequence in the circle had been closed. The gradual increase of intensity in the light accelerated sharply as stones righted themselves. Grass and moss caught blue fire, burning it away without a particle of ash left behind. Alex didn't even sense any heat struggling against the bubble created by the Necklace of Regulation.
The ritual circle hummed. A prominent spot in its centre indicated clearly where Alex was supposed to stand. Lightning bolt sigils carved into the four cornerstones let him intuit what the purpose of this all was.
Stood in the centre, he faced the sky. Up from his feet, through his rising arms, flowed a magnificent current of mana, stored for a long, long time. He brought his hands together, palms facing outwards, then moved with meticulous patience. As his hands drew apart, so did the clouds above.
Harmless, miniscule discharges of electricity struck the cornerstones. All of the lightning was pulled out of the clouds, channelled without a second of danger to him or the tomboys watching. The rain thinned, the clouds turned from deep grey to light to white and, ultimately, disappeared entirely.
Alex let his arms fall. Several minutes of very slow movement and the energy made them numb. The mana that had been flowing through him made his nervous system tingle. He felt both tired and wide awake. He kept twitching, trying to get that feeling out of his bones. It was fading bit by bit.
The sun shone down on them. There was not a cloud in sight. It was now a wonderfully pleasant day. "That was worth investigating," he dared suggest.
"You think?" Blair remarked drily, already getting on her knees in front of him. Nymphomaniacs needed no excuse to act, but watching him do things like this always had an intoxicating effect on the women. Sofia and Amethyst were on either side of the red-skinned demon tomboy within seconds, kissing side the sides of his shaft while hot lips wrapped around the tip.
"Yeah… I think…" Alex responded with a lustful grunt. Expert ministrations by the infernal succubus' tongue made his orgasm rise rapidly. She knew exactly how to extract her treat and he was in no mood to deny her. He had just parted the sky, certainly a man was allowed a swift release after that?
Sun on his back and three gorgeous women on his cock, Alex came. Blair's eyelids fluttered. Every gulp of her favourite substance in the whole world made her demonic pussy gush. Her juices were the last patter of rain on these planes. Tall, proud and above it all, the man of the island beheld his domain and saw that it was good - great even.
The tensing of his shaft came to an end. Remembering her good manners, Blair slowly pulled back, presenting the enormous load to her Master. Her pointy tongue stirred the small ocean of white. "Share," he ordered.
"Yesh, Mashthar," she slurred, then turned to Sofia. The brunette was the first to get a mouthful of his seed. Amethyst hugged Blair's arm, panting eagerly as she waited.
"Ah, to sense the lust flowing through my fellow worshippers of our divine Master," the slime tomboy swooned. "It only becomes more marvelous each time."
Blair silenced further venerations with another kiss. Red succubus and purple slime pressed against each other, swapping the rest of semen back and forth while Sofia folded her arms behind her back. The brunette's hips rose and fell needfully, an idle gesture to try and distract her base instincts.
Soon, all three women presented their open mouths to Alex, the shared load, diminished and diluted, still until the next order. "Swallow," he permitted.
"""AAaaaahhh!""" the orgasmic sigh that followed the gulping down of his load was the sweetest sound he had heard in many hours. All three women trembled. Even diluted, the potency of his cum was enough to make them each spasm where they knelt. He patted their heads and pulled their hair a little, just to guide them along the little, blissful journey.
"By my estimation, the circle is good for two more uses," Alex told them. "Just a guess from the way the mana felt as I was connected to it." The trio just nodded, clearly more interested in the maintained erection in front of them. Chuckling, Alex added. "I'll need a moment to think about where we go next, so how about you help me think?"
"My turn!" Amethyst declared.
Plush lips enveloped him before anyone could protest.
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The next goal was self-evident.
Courtesy of the straight view they now had, the explorers were able to see the large totem in the distance. It was obviously part of the same network that the broken version several kilometres behind them was. Investigating it was only natural.
This one was intact. Alex was temporarily concerned that this meant that the energy that had gone upstream was no stuck here, but a close inspection of the rune-covered thing revealed it to be in line with the environmental temperature. Whatever had gone haywire, it wasn't a universal problem with the network.
'Probably means we aren't going to find any more volcanoes,' Alex hoped.
Besides being a visually and spiritually impressive landmark, the totem offered them fairly little. It was situated at the centre of a number of empty ruins. The tomboys were scavenging them, managing to find bits and pieces of rock, wood and metal that hadn't been entirely degraded by decay.
Past this little settlement there was a beach. Past the beach was water, a lot of water. If there was another island in this direction, Alex couldn't see it. Water was north and south of them as well, indicating that this was the easternmost tip of this part of the archipelago.
'Shiulrach said to follow the line of totems,' Alex thought. 'If I draw a line with the two points I currently have, it would go east. If that ice cave was a hint on the positions… I vaguely remember them being east of the burned ones too. I can't see another island from here, but that doesn't mean it's not there.'
"I think we found about everything that's worth taking," Amethyst reported, the collection of craftable stuff in her back clattering as she walked. "Unless you want to start taking the bricks, Master."
"Not today," Alex responded, only half-joking. The Tree of Harem Life was a splendid base of operations, but at some point he may want to rebuild some of the structures for various purposes, from supply hubs to vacation homes. That all depended on how long they were going to stay on these islands.
Alex took another look at the totem. The wooden thing was a pillar of a community that no longer existed. Despite the time, it stood unworn by the elements. What kind of magical society existed here? Where would he get any real answers?
With a light sigh and a wide smile, he put his arms around Sofia and Blair. The long journey to answers wasn't so bad with such pretty tomboys by his sides.
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They journeyed northwest, following the coast. Cooling from the evaporating remnants of rain had since stopped. A pleasant ocean breeze kept the rays of the afternoon sun in check. It truly was a tremendously pleasant day.
Their next stop was visible in the far-off distance. Situated near a 'point' in the wavy form of the beach, a stone structure rose upwards. From a far distance, Alex at first considered it manmade. It was too even in shape to be natural, too much of a tower that went straight up.
Getting closer made him question that assertion. Moos had settled in gaps of hte craggy surface and there was no way for a person to get on top of this off rock formation. Around it were the boulders and pebbles that must have fallen off the platform as wind and high waves shaped it up.
The top was flat. That was another pointer towards it being manmade. Perhaps there had been a scaffolding once, but it had rotted away? Alternatively, this was one of the magical formations around the island.
Whatever it was, Alex intended to climb it.
"I'll get a very good view over the ocean from there," he explained to his women.
"We will get a very good view," Amethyst disagreed.
Alex's eyes wandered from his tomboys to the pillar and back. It was at least fifteen metres high and a fall would have seen them crash directly onto rocky ground They were superhumans, certainly, but gravity was among the sources if raw kinetic power that Alex still respected too much to mess with. He had studied the effects of crash-landings extensively.
However, who was he to deny his tomboys the chance to work out?
"You're heavy, Master," Sofia presented her own reasoning. "Let us test the footing. We can warn you if anything feels too lose to hold you."
That was a reasonable excuse on top of an already understandable desire. "Alright then," he agreed and gestured at the pillar.
They left unnecessary items at the bottom of the pillar, then went to climb. Being the last in the chain was tortuous. Sofia, then Blair, then Amethyst, all three tomboys moved ahead of him. Looking up meant he was presented with the layered heaven on pale, red and purple bottoms going through the manifold motions of improvising ascend.
Gaze locked on them, least of all because he needed to remember where they had put their hands and feet, he put his own limbs to the stone wall and began the climb. The pillar's craggy face offered decent holds. Protrusions were jagged enough for grip and weathered enough not to cut.
Sofia's luscious legs flexed with each push, showing off the trained core beneath that smooth exterior. The pale curve of her wide hips rose a bit higher, gaining elevation with each newly found foothold. It was hypnotic: lift, plant, shift weight. The same procedure played out over and over again, the rounded globes of her bubble butt tightening and releasing with the determined grace of a trained fencer.
Blair's motions were more sudden. She stayed put, only moving once she had determined the next place to be. The deep red of her skin caught the sunlight with every flex.
Amethyst was positively dazzling, her liquid nature evident by just how shiny she was. Shiny and jiggly, the bottom of her curves swaying with natural enticement. She glanced back once, her blue eyes saying it all: 'Feast your eyes, my Master.'
'All mine.'
The thought tingled in the wrinkles of his brain as he climbed. It mixed with the thick lust that had his cock harder than the rock he climbed and produced a deep, revelatory mixture. There was something more to this place, something that made him perceive each bubble butt like the divine offering it was. Whatever deity had once shaped humanity, Alex offered it his thanks for creating the circumstances for this day.
These three above him were living temples. They were the mediums by which their souls submitted to him, the man of this island and Master of his harem. They were his flock and his loves both and he had a duty to them that was manifold in its nature. No stained glass window could have ever matched the way the light played across their dips and swells. No golden relic could compare to the subtle bounce, the sheer vitality of tomboy muscle beneath soft, taut skin.
It was erotic. It was sacred.
Then, he was bereft of the sight. One after another, the trio made it over the edge of the platform. For a brief moment, Alex was left alone with his thoughts, aroused to a point of clarity beyond words.
"The view up here is- Master?" Sofia began, then stopped when she laid eyes on him. The aura he gave off on that moment made all three women shiver. They beheld his manhood, dripping fat globs of precum. A moment of daze ended with all three hurrying to kneel before him. Sofia managed to get the middle spot, Amethyst dropped to the right, Blair to the left. In veneration of his cock, all else was forgotten. Tongues lapped eagerly at his full length.
"What.. is this…?" Blair moaned.
"So delicious!" Amethyst swooned.
Sofia just wrapped her lips around the engorged head, monopolizing the source of that supreme flavour, much to the dismay of the other two. Large hands placed gently on their heads appeased the duo for the moment. They worshipped his heavy sack instead and it was good.
Alex's gaze was glassy, as much going inwards as it was out. The sparkling, tropical ocean before him was a gorgeous backdrop to the prayers he received. Ever the exemplary member of his harem, Sofia soon surrendered the rapture of sucking him off to Amethyst, who did the same for Blair in the minutes that Alex spent in quiet contemplation.
In the realm of concepts, where many veins, shrivelled and of bright colour, awaited the flow of new blood, the first awakened flow pulsed with renewed power. HE smiled upon his creation with paternal pride and HE blessed the Mongrel once more.
Alex snapped back to reality, the urge to be fruitful and multiply burning in his nerves. Three women were before him, three to receive his seed, and it was only right that he began by smiting and purifying the demonic cunt!
Blair gasped when he pulled her off his cock. The succubus' greedy tongue stretched, remaining coiled around him until even that inhuman instrument of lust could no longer remain attached. It hung lewdly from her chin, twitching with each of her surprised moans as he pinned her on the soft grass that covered the platform. A moment later, his divine spear pierced her infernal gates, conquering her insides.
"Oooooooh, Masteeeeeeeeeer!" The demoness surrendered to him immediately. She writhed wantonly beneath him, her firm breasts swaying with every impact that echoed from atop the pillar. Demonic juices squirted, hallowing this holy ground with proof that even demons could be redeemed in the eyes of the Master.
"Oh, Master." "Our Master." "Divine." "Sublime." "Ceaseless endurance." "A body crafted by will and might." Sofia and Amethyst's veneration bled into each other. The duo was making out, fingering each other to the view of their deity ploughing one of the 'unbelievers'.
Blair was certainly receiving a revelation of a kind. Her eyes were rolled up, her sharp teeth clenched into a lust-maddened grin. All of her was spasms and animalistic grunts. Her left hand flicked over her clit, only adding to the frequency of pinnacles among her multi-orgasmic pilgrimage.
With one final plunge, Alex's balls tightened. As his further empowered seed flooded into Blair, her eyes widened. A final, potent explosion of pussy juices utterly soaked the soil and their joined sexes. Though the rapturous bliss of the moment made it difficult for her to speak, she still pressed out the most important revelation of it all.
"T-the dryness… it's… weakening…!"
Amethyst and Sofia were so struck by the news, they seized in their mutual pleasure for an open-mouthed beat. Immediately upon the last of Alex's load having been pumped into Blair, they threw themselves at their Master with prayer and need.
Amethyst was on all fours before him within moments. Her gelatinous ass rippled hard when he drove himself balls-deep into her womanhood. "Yes, yes, yes!" she cried out that singular word, all creativity wiped out by the prospect of lifting the curse upon their wombs.
For several minutes, he slammed repeatedly into the slime tomboy. Sofia watched it all with eager eyes. Her fingers worked her pussy, trying to merely edge herself, but the view and the promise were too much for her to hold back. A meek imitation of the squirting climaxes the native of these islands received, Sofia all the same brought herself to climax after climax.
And it came the time that Amethyst received her share of the load and it was delivered with a final grunt and a smack to her ass. There much of it and it pumped deep into her and the scream of her lungs went silent as all her air was spent exclaiming the glory of her Master.
The move from slime to fencer was fluid. Sofia fell on her back as he approached, spreading her cunt for his holy rod. She received it in one swift plunge, filling her cunt and her soul. If she hadn't vowed to be his sex slave the moment she had met him on this blessed archipelago, then she would have given him her all in this second. Every moan was a renewed vow. The scratches of her trimmed nails on his back was the writ of their love.
He hammered er into the floor, pounding her in a mating press that only ended when he bottomed out inside her and let loose for the third time. On this needle that towered above the landscape, the shy fencer unabashedly screamed out his title, "MAAAAAAAAAAAAASTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
The milking contractions of her cunt finally served to drain Alex's virtuous eros. With each womb marked by his sacred seed, he pulled out and settled down. Even Blair was still a bit out of it, just staring at the sky.
A handiwork to be proud of, certainly.
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"Mhmmmmmmmmmm…!" Sofia stretched, a wonderful sound of a woman thoroughly satisfied. She was the last to come out of her post-coital inertia. A fifteen minute break was, after all of that, more than excusable. "You were perfect as always, Master."
"Perfect… such an adequate and yet woefully simple word," Amethyst poured. "Thank your for rocking my world once again."
"It was pretty good," Blair added.
"Divine, perhaps?" suggested the slime girl.
"It was great. I am adding it to the arguments for your case."
"Of course the demon is the unbeliever," Sofia jabbed.
Blair just rolled her eyes at that. "You spotted anything interesting, Master?"
Alex had kept deliberately quiet so far. His dedication not be involved in converting was often challenged. This time around, he had managed to keep his horny mouth shut. Pressuring Blair further wouldn't have worked out anyway. There was a contrarian in that cumslut.
"There was another landmass," he answered her question, pointing northeast of where they stood. The trio of tomboys gazed outwards, soon spotting what he was talking about. It was just an edge of coast, barely peeking over the horizon. "Could be another island, could be part of another one, could be part of this one."
"Could it be?" Sofia asked.
"Land can have weird shapes. There may be a curved isthmus that connects them." Alex crossed his arms. "I am secretly hoping for it. Walking is easier than swimming." He shook his head, then moved onto the question urgently burning in his soul. "You said the 'dryness' weakened when I came inside you?"
"Yes." Blair placed a hand on her womb. "However… that's faded now. The curse is back in full strength." She turned to the other two with an unspoken question.
"Same here," Amethyst lamented.
"...yeah…" Sofia hissed, restraining her hatred to that singular sound.
Alex's teeth grinded as he digested the mixture of news. That this forced infertility could be overcome by the strength in his blood was good news, fundamentally. Having tasted hope only to be returned to ash and death, was frustrating. Stoically, he pushed the negative aside. "This blessing is permanent," he told them, gesturing in the direction of his crotch. "We'll be trying over and over again anyhow."
"Of course we will," Amethyst cooed lewdly. "Right now, perhaps?"
Alex laughed and shook his head. "The night is coming eventually. We should keep moving."
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Having seen enough of the water for a bit, Alex decided they should go south for a bit. They went back towards that magic circle, for no other reason than it being a landmark to orient themselves by.
Alex did not expect to find crystals there.
They were smooth things on the surface, catching manifold jagged forms inside. Each one was located atop one of the cornerstones, having seemingly grown from the rock in the hours since the explorers had left.
Alex gave one a testing tap with his fingernail. There was a soft jol, nothing concerning. Grabbing a crystal, he carefully upped the pulling force until it came off. The bottom retained the curvature of the smooth ritual stone.
"Seems like the lightning crystalized," Alex presented his theory, placing one of the rocks in Amethyst's backpack and then wandering over to harvest the next. By he time he had done so, Blair and Sofia were back with the other two. It wasn't in a tomboy's nature to just watch a man work.
What exactly they could do with lightning crystals, Alex did not know. He had played enough video games to harvest a rare resource when he found one though. What use would they be, sitting unexploited out here anyway?
At worst, they would look pretty on a shelf of trophies.
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Next, they headed south.
Alex could intuit what the norther coastline looked like by now. He had hadn't been to every bit of it, but he had seen enough that the holes in his mental projection didn't matter. Visiting there could still be wise, because these islands hid so many secrets. It wasn't necessary, however.
The south, the south-east especially, was a different story. They had not ventured there at all. Going there was only natural.
It was a regular trek at first. The open plains continued, surrounding them only with grass, softly waving hills and the occasional boulder formation. They walked on for a long time, only stopping once when the way Amethyst decided to sashay in front of him proved too much for his patience.
Ten minutes after that load-dumping, they spotted something concerning.
Hidden between two particularly large hills was a grove of deadwood. It was an offensive scar on the otherwise vital land. The soil was ashen, covered in thorny, brittle remnants of underbrush that had once filled the gaps between the grey trees. Most had lost their leaves. Only the willows retained their sorrowful curtains.
It was a tiny blight on the land by all objective measures. Looking at it from a distance, the lifeless jungle measured less then twenty metres across. Still, it made Alex wretch with instinctive disgust. The Death Willow's influence manifested as the scent of stale smoke and ancient, wet paper. It clung heavily to his lungs and his skin, even while they observed it from a safe distance.
"I advise we venture into it," Amethyst spoke to the thoughts rumbling around in Alex's brain.
"You advise for it?" Alex asked, just to be certain she hadn't misspoke.
"You are mighty, Alex." The creature of lust and magic placed a hand on his upper arm. Resolute, she stared up at him. "I lack knowledge of the details, but I know you have the capacity to slay this enemy of life. Smite the Death Willow's influence where it arises."
"I'm with Amethyst," Blair said, raising her axe. "If there is a fight, we are as equipped as any explorer's party can be."
"I believe in you, Master," Sofia concurred.
Their faith was flattering and, if Alex was allowed to give himself some ego, well-founded. Last time they had encountered a proper entity of the Death Willow, that horrific deer almost a week ago, they had slain it without taking a single hit. Since then, Alex had suffered few injuries against all manners of creature and only grown stronger. Whatever exactly it meant to be a 'Mongrel', it appeared to put him fairly high up in the hierarchy of fantastical creatures.
That was when it came to his potential. So far, he had only skirted around the edges of the Death Willow's awareness. Stepping into its domain could have been entirely different. That was what gave him pause.
If anything was waiting for him in that motionless deadwood, it was certainly going to be strong.
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A deep breath. Shoulders pulled back. He had made his decision.
"Follow me."
The Cataclysmic Greatsword was lowered from his shoulder. Carrying it battle-ready in front of him, he descended the slope step by step. The women behind him went into a simple triangle formation, Amethyst between the armed members of the group.
The ground pricked them, For the first time in a while, Alex wished he had shoes. It reminded him of walking on pinecones and needles, though this variety of displeasure was more an itch than a pain. It was like this scar on life was trying to scratch him out of existence.
Reluctantly, like touching something spoiled, he pushed his way through an overhang of willow leaves. They were brittle and rustled, yet refused to break and scatter. More of their kind surrounded the centre of the grove.
A distorted humanoid figure stood motionless there. It was a spindly thing. Its bent legs was too long, its torso oddly uniform in width, and the remnant of the idea of musculature created by intertwined, grey bark. Its back was hunched. Upper spine and back of head had fused and sprouted into a grotesque bushwork of spiked branches, snake-like heads and a pair of additional arms. In one of its misshapen hands, it clutched a black, jagged sword that did not belong to this world.
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Empty eyes failed to move. The whole of the creatures head had to, snapping towards Alex. "Impossible," the thing spoke, the words not matching the sounds that scratched inside the man's ears. "All died. No more births… NO MORE BIRTHS!"
Enraged the entity attacked.
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Traitor Growth Traits:
Branches of the Death Willow - Alex sustains 2 Poise Damage at the end of every Round.
Elite - Rolls Best of 2s for its attacks.
Alex Active Perks:
Flexibility II - When Amethyst joins the party, choose 1 Stat Category. For that day, Rolls of that category are increased by 8.
Horny Spirit - Lewd Crit Range Extension 1 (33 - 34 and 68 - 69)
One Track Dedication - Once per day, add +20 to a roll after the result, allowing a narrow failure to be turned into a success. (or, in the case of combat, to increase the degree of success on a roll)
Stab them with the Pointy End II - while Sofia is in the party, she grants Crit Extension 9 in Combat (Extends Crit Range to 91-100).
Fluid Follow-Up - While Sofia is in the party, all successful attacks deal +1 Poise Damage.
Axe of Power - Deal 2 damage immediately when a Lewd Crit is rolled in Combat.
Plus all his personal stuff, check the character sheet for that.
Alex has 3/4 Mana.
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An avatar of death and a man who sought to plant new life moved symmetrically. Black blade and titanic sword, both of them impossible by mundane standards, cut through the air. The jagged edges made simultaneous impact. One met stone, the other bark.
The Death Willow's creature screamed as it was flung aside, its midriff halfway cut. Shards of reactively grown rock crumbled away, leaving Alex's musculature unharmed by the strike. His already impressive physique bulged further as his mana coursed through his veins with world-shaping strength.
To hold back was not an option. He had to crush this creature and he had to do so absolutely. "I'll have all the births I desire," Alex growled.
"No - more!" The traitor of life hissed. "The fate of these islands was written in the pages. No more. It is over. Return to your life you…"
"Mongrel."
Amethyst spoke the word. The humanoid avatar swung his head in surprise, focusing on the purple lady that had approached so casually. He swung his weapon, slicing through the slime tomboy in one attack. The body collapsed, turning into water as it fell. An extension, created as a shield for the woman behind.
"Hah!" Sofia lunged. Her sword caught the traitor in the shoulder. The jab did not have the power to pierce the bark, but it did further add to its distraction.
Alex was storming, ripping the Cataclysmic Greatsword up as he arrived. Sofia had already retreated out of the way, Blair hung patiently around the edge, and so the only enemy in range of his strike was what he wished to kill.
The distorted, fanged tendrils growing from the traitor's back curled through the air. Teeth sunk into Alex's shoulders. It barely hurt, but the tug was enough to diminish the force in his swing. Sharpened stone hacked through the two arms the creature raised in defence. Momentum stopped against the monster's ribs.
It repaid the favour. Howling with undying wrath, its twisted blade stabbed forwards. """ALEX!""" the women around him yelled in unison. The blade's tip sank deep into his pectoral, but failed to muster the force to push between ribs and through cartilage.
The tendrils remained latched onto Alex's shoulders, tearing shallow wounds into his skin as he tried to pull back. Hissing, the traitor placed his second right hand on the pommel of his sword. Before he could start to push, Sofia's rapier found the blackened eyesocket of the monster.
A remnant of humanity within the traitor flinched. Alex took a halfstep back. Such was the might of his muscles that the tendrils failed to prevent him from raising his weapon up high, then bringing it down.
The attack cut not just the traitor in half but also split the dead willow behind him. A dark scream echoed from the twisted mockery of lungs located in his now exposed chest cavity. Maggots akin to the dead ones they had found in the library poured out, hissing and curling once they were exposed to the air. A select few began to crawl away from the writing pile forming between the halves of the traitor.
"You will never give birth!" he spoke, his halved form still possessing a spark of unlife. "You will-"
"YOU - FUCKING - DARE?!" Sofia swung a heavy executioner's blade downwards repeatedly with impressive strength for her slender form. "HURT - MY - MASTER?!" The weapon separated heads from torso, then continued to hack the creature apart, turning maggots into pulp simultaneously.
Alex mindlessly joined her in the hacking. Urgent hatred fuelled him to keep going and going, until the last branch of the creature stopped twitching and the pile of maggots lost its last animating spark.
Heavily breathing, Alex tore the horrid branches off his shoulders and tossed them next to the rest of the monster.
"Are you hurt… t-that's such a stupid question..:" Sofia chastised herself immediately while inspecting the cut. It was deep and bled intensely. The unorthodox shape of the blade and the effort to drive it deeper had made the stab even wider than it usually would have been. However, it had only cut muscle, nothing vital.
"Let me wash it out." Amethyst was second by his side, already conjuring clear waters to do exactly that. "If we let it clog after, it should be fine."
Alex stood there, leaning on his planted blade, and let the duo dot on him. His head turned to find Blair stalk the perimeter, looking for either other enemies or the reason why the traitor had chosen this place to remain for eternity. "You did good, knowing not to jump in," he shouted over to her.
Green eyes flicked in his direction. A wordless, slow nod was all the response she mustered. Knowing her, she understood that 'none' had been the best action for her to take. In her shoes, Alex still would have wanted to hear affirmation. Even if it was the proper course of action, seeing a loved one get stabbed in the chest and doing nothing must have sucked.
Amethyst soon finished cycling water into and out of his wound, then gave the shallow bites a similar treatment. At the end of it, Alex hissed. "Is everything-" Sofia started and stopped when he raised his left arm.
"The adrenaline is just wearing off," he told her. "I'm feeling these now. I'll be fine."
"I found something!" Blair announced.
Between Blair's feet, near where the traitor had planted its inert feet, was a patch of grass. It had been stomped on repeatedly, yellowed by a lack of water and good sunlight, but the grass was all the same alive.
"No, bad Alex!" Amethyst chastised him when he began to squat down. "You are going to stand there and let your wound close up."
Alex grunted in agreement. As a man, the 'divine Master' no less, not acting felt wrong. Alas, she was right. Minimal movements were advisable until the wound clotted at a minimum.
The trio of tomboys inspected the ground instead. "To say the obvious… I think there's something buried there," Sofia muttered. "Does feel kind of bad to tip that grass out thought."
"Let's just dig around it," Blair gave the simple solution.
Shovelling the dead soil aside was easily done. Tomboy hands got dirty. Alex stood above them, trying not to get too distracted by how sexy they looked just digging in the dirt. A difficult task given how shapely their nubile curves were. Practically everything they did was a passive advertisement for their prime breeding age.
"Ah." Even Blair's surprise was reigned in by her usual seriousness. In a series of tugs, she pulled a box out of the ground. Grey soil crumbled off it, rejected by the runic patterns cared into the deep blue and black surface. Low detail dragon heads were carved into the corners of the lid. Knotted patterns were laid in gold into the sides, their design overtly norse.
They filled the hole back in, hoping that the grass would be the beginning of reclamation of the grove. If it failed, the surrounding island would do the part.
Blair gave the lid a few testing tugs, to no avail. She handed it to Sofia, then Amethyst, neither of which had any more luck. "Need me to open the pickle jar?" Alex asked.
"Just don't strain your inju-" Sofia's concerned tone stopped midway. The second the man of the island held the box, the runes on the lid glowed gently. It rose a bit, ancient air releasing with a light chill and the scent of thunder.
"Mongrel privilege," Blair drawled.
"Probably," Alex agreed and lifted the lid. Within the box was a clay bottle, held close by a cork. He carefully fished the small thing out and held it in his hand. The might within resonated with his blood. It had been waiting here for someone like him for a long time.
To spare his injured side the strain, he pulled the cork out with his teeth, spat it into the box, then down the liquid within in one go. It tasted like nothing, cascading down his throw more like a mouthful of fog than anything he could actually drink.
All of his vision turned black. Standing in the pulsing heart of his bloodlines, he was witness to one more being reconnected to the great flow of mana within him. It appeared like the branch of an ancient oak, strong and powerful, its colour a deep, rich blue. A single-eyed father locked onto his distant grandson for a brief moment.
"They will find you." Four words. Two caws.
Alex snapped back to reality and shook his head. Receiving glimpses and confirmation of all of these mythological entities not only existing but also being related to him never quite stopped being overwhelming. "Odin just talked to me," he grunted. In any mundane context, that would have sounded insane. "I think he is sending us ravens."
"More pets?" Sofia sounded a bit excited at the prospect. Carnia had been a harem favourite since she arrived. Who didn't like a tame wolf?
"Potentially," Alex put the clay bottle back into the box. Both it and the container were fundamentally nothing special without the liquid they had contained. Still, he liked the trophies, especially since they had hacked the creature of the Death Willow into such tiny pieces that there was nothing worth taking along.
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The day was now in its exit stages. There was unexplored territory to the west, so that was the direction they went into next.
Grass. Grass. Grass and then more grass. One gently sloped mound was followed by the next. Then, suddenly, rabbits.
It was a whole flock of them, about fifty. They weren't normal rabbits either. They were the size of sheep, lower to the ground courtesy of their body plan and doubtlessly with more meat to them than those furry creatures. Their fur was a shimmering grey, with the occasional red or blue pattern on them that combined into simple runes. Black, trusting eyes looked at them with alertness at first, then stared on without a care. Even as the group approached, these rabbits only kept grazing. Sofia had no problem reaching out to one and patting its short-furred head.
"They are… very tame," the fencer remarked.
"Perhaps they were livestock?" Alex theorized. "They certainly don't seem afraid of humans. Must have been bred out of them. After the civilization ended, they returned to the wilderness with enough success to persist?"
It couldn't have been great success, considering they had not seen these beings before. They had come across an individual rabbit here or there, but nothing that looked like these. Success in generations provided by partnership with humans came along with the price of dependence.
"We c-could… shepherd them… back?" Sofia suggested.
Alex hummed deeply. Controlling a flock of fifty, even docile, animals sounded difficult to him. "What do you think, miss McMuffin?" Blair shot him an unappreciative glare. "I get called a Mongrel all the time, you can live with your last name,"
"Hold up," Amethyst raised a hand. "Our resident succubus' last name is… McMuffin? Are you earnest in that claim?"
An annoyed sigh left the redhead. "Blair McMuffin, fourth child of the McMuffin farms, only daughter," she introduced herself again to a woman that had known her for a week now. Arms crossed she looked back at her derriere. "At least I got the ass to match the name since we got here."
That she did but that wasn't the point. Neither was Amethyst laughing so hard she lost coherency and turned into an actual puddle on the floor, vibrating with mirth. Sofia chuckled along for a moment, but stopped when Blair glared at her in turn.
"This is your fault," she hissed at Alex. "Fix it."
"I can gladly give you my last name, if you prefer Romanov-Blacksmith."
"I do."
"Then by my power as-"
"Don't finish that." Blair snapped at him, then tugged at a strand of her wavy hair. "I want to hear it at a better time…"
'She can be so adorable.' Alex took two steps, then pressed a kiss on the annoyed fire demon's cheek. Her face was positively burning. "So, what do you think? You have farm experience, right?"
"Some." Blair looked over the animals. "They seem more docile than sheep. Not as skittish either. It may be doable. Where are we herding them?"
"Back to the tree, optimally?"
"Mhm… I can't say if that'll work. This may surprise you, but I haven't worked with massive, runic rabbits before." Blair allowed herself a wry smile at her sarcasm. "Whatever you desire, we can try, Master."
"Ye… ye-hehehe-hah… yeah," Amethyst echoed, clearing her throat one more time. "Yeah. Let's try."
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