The first thing Alex's mind registered was a little wet sound.
It sounded like soone was slowly chewing on gum with an open mouth. Usually, that was the kind of sound that created mild annoyance in those who heard it. For Alex, it had entirely different connotations. After a week on this island, he had grown the kind of expectations every man dreamt of but few got to live out. Expectations that a warm, wet, and tingly sensation from his lower body confird.
Not opening his eyes, Alex basked in the feeling. As his mind peeled out of the embrace of sleep, his senses started to rise from the dullness of relaxation. The air was of such a perfect temperature that he almost did not feel it at all. No blanket was necessary for him to feel like he was wrapped in one.
Plenty of heat radiated from the won by his side. There were so nebulous mories of waking up in the middle of the night and adjusting the way he was lying, the usual of such things. Still, one of the two won that were nuzzled against his sides was unmistakably Sofia. The texture of her head of wavy hair on his shoulder, the sounds of her breaths, the way she held onto him for comfort, the softness of her small-ish breasts and her overall, comparatively, slender figure among his harettes all combined to let him know who was to his right.
"...Alex…" the fencer whispered, her voice soft and feminine. She was still asleep, yet snuggled a little deeper onto him. Her flat midriff pressed against his side. His arm was around her. His thumb brushed absent-mindedly over the swing of her hips.
It occurred to Alex how truly huge he now was. Sofia had a timid personality, but at 1,75 tres she was lightly above average in height, for a woman. Now that he was almost 2 tres tall, hugging her with one arm was an easy task.
As was identifying the woman to his left. She was short - really short. With his eyes closed, that narrowed it down to two attendees of his bedroom: the petite, mousey Ashley or the stacked dwarf Kiara. There were 20 centitres between them, so Alex could have guessed on that dinsion alone by concentrating on it a little bit more. The presence of the two massive tits squished against and partly spilling over his chest was all the clue he needed to know it was the stacked PR manager. She must have moved to cuddle him soti during the night.
Alex was fully awake by now but still kept his eyes closed. The final challenge was to identify who was currently giving his morning wood the veneration he desired. 'Desire - not deserve,' he cautioned himself. 'The only people that get to decide if I deserve what they do for are my won. Anything else to the contrary is just bedroom play.'
That reminder said to himself, he focused on what he received. Whoever was working his cock had clearly noticed that he had woken up and grew more aggressive accordingly. That, on its own, was a clue. Plenty of won in his harem would have hesitated for a mont when they 'got caught' - this one revelled in it. The soft little wet noises beca more of an audible slurping, which then mixed with the stirring sounds of the wider harem slowly awakening.
Alex let out a soft groan when lips wrapped around the tip of his cock and slowly pushed down. Whoever it was had so issues getting to the base, which eliminated so more options. Still, it remained a difficult task. Alex had been receiving A LOT of oral attention since they had landed, but that had not been equally distributed. Not only was there a discrepancy in when he had t each of the won but there were so of his harettes that loved giving head and so that had scarcely any experience in it. That all were willing did not an all wanted to do it to the sa degree of enthusiasm.
Alex's cock left the throat of the proactive morning cumdump swiftly. The woman coughed, licked the length of his shaft as she recovered, and then went back at it. As she went down, a new twitch betrayed the presence of a subdued gag reflex. Her tongue pressed against his sensitive spots with familiarity, but not quite expert skill.
'Can't be Sara, she wouldn't even be able to take it that deep,' Alex started to go through his roster of won. 'Not Jane either. Sofia and Kiara are obviously out.' He gave the bottoms of the two won a squeeze, feeling the difference between an ocean of squish and a nice, little apple bottom. 'Ashley could do it, but she wouldn't be that bold on her own. Can't be Tess either, her tits would be brushing against my thighs. Blair, Selana and Athyst all are better at sucking cock than whoever is serving right now…'
Groaning again, Alex let that woman know that she was doing a wonderful job regardless. He would have put out a complint, but then he would have known if it was Astrid with her heavy praise kink. The woman giggled a little bit, the sound joining the little moans that serving him created.
'Soone with a relatively sensitive throat,' Alex narrowed it down further. 'Enough to enjoy giving head physically, not as much as Janette though. Janette would be bobbing intensely to get that itch at the back of her mouth scratched.'
Back in the normal world, Alex had only ever t one woman who could climax from giving head and even then that had required so supportive stimulation. It was exceptionally rare in the mundane realm, but Alex felt like he would find it quite regularly here. Athyst had a throat as sensitive as her cunt. Janette had developed sothing similar after growing her wooden horns. The trend was likely to continue.
'It's not Yahui, I would feel the temperature,' Alex continued. 'Evelyn would have already said sothing. Astrid and Valeria aren't quite this good… so that leaves Charlotte!'
Alex opened his eyes to find the French tomboy looking up at him. There was love and desire in those green eyes. The brown fox ears on top of her head, rising from the short hair, perked up in reaction to his attention. A smile played around the corner of the pink lips, which were otherwise occupied, stretched around his girthy manhood.
"You've co a distance from being a slut that refused to swallow my cum," Alex teased her in a deep, quiet tone.
Coming up slowly, Charlotte released the suction on his cock with a loud pop. She was still stroking him as she answered, refusing to let his erection go unserviced. "You fucked that mistake right out of , Master." The playful purr made Alex's cock twitch. The Olympic swimr turned fox girl smirked at the reaction and gave the tip a mischievous poke.
She was a submissive, for certain, a dream woman with a tan line, without a doubt, a good girl serving her Master first thing in the morning, evidently, and she was still herself. His Charlotte was still the woman he had crash landed with, licking his cock not because that was expected of her as his 'sex slave' but because she wanted to do it.
"Want your private slut to keep serving you?" she teased.
"Yes," Alex groaned.
"Ya really, really want your private slut to suck your big, hard, throbbing cock?" She stroked his manhood slowly, keeping up the pressure without getting him closer to release.
Alex gave her a warning glare. Had his hands not been occupied with the groping of round behinds, he would have placed one between those adorable ears of hers and shoved her down.
Snickering, Charlotte whispered, "Ya could just say yes, Master," and wrapped her lips around his cock again. As swiftly as she was able, she stuffed all of his length back down the comfort hole. The position prevented her from taking it all in, but most was enough.
The first orgasm of the day felt like he was taking the lid off a pressurized canister. All of the cum that his superhuman libido churned out during the night finally had an outlet. Alex hadn't even felt how necessary it was until the first rope of his divine seed pumped down Charlotte's throat.
That she did not have the necessary sensitivity to her throat to climax from sucking cock hardly mattered when his very own cum created the sa reaction. Between the dancing dots that filled his field of view, Alex caught the short-lived expression of eager anticipation on Charlotte's cock-sucking face, followed swiftly by the display of her eyelids fluttering. Any attempt to keep the volu low was eliminated by the involuntary, muffled cry of a cumdump climaxing while her dom's cum filled her stomach.
Charlotte's bubble butt was swaying behind her, her whole body trembling while his balls kept tightening and shooting more of his enormous morning load. By male standards, the orgasm lasted quite a while. Even when he was reduced to the last droplets getting milked from his shaft by her tight lips, Charlotte was still quivering and marking the white sheets with her gushing juices.
"I may get addicted to this," Alex groaned after the French tomboy had removed herself from his cock.
"I am just that good?" Charlotte's tongue circled her lips to find any drops she may have missed.
"You're just that greedy," Tess threw in.
"Ain't no rule that we have to share the morning load," Charlotte pushed back, then looked to Alex. "Is there?"
The man of the island shook his head. He wasn't going to outright say 'first co, first serve', but he also wasn't going to say anything rigid.
"There isn't enough for everyone in one serving anyway," Janette stated bluntly and stretched. As she did, Alex's eyes fell on her breasts. A natural response to any kind of boobs going through the wonderful motions of getting lifted along with raised arms and then falling back down after the stretch had run its course. In this case, there was a little more to it though. Janette also noticed and cupped the tanned, decently-sized mounds.
They had been small last night.
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"Another change to - is the island telling I was inadequate?" the judo master asked. Her tone was as matter of fact than ever, masking any deeper feeling she may have had on that. Alex believed there wasn't much to dig into anyway. She was just making a joke in her way.
"I think you're as lovely now as you were last night," he told her.
For so reason, that simple comnt hit the mark. Alex couldn't claim he got what won wanted, just as little as he understood why a casual pun was sotis groan-inducing and sotis the funniest thing he had ever heard. All he knew was that he liked seeing the composed woman blush and turn her head away.
"Cheapskate," she mumbled.
One transformation spotted, Alex scanned over the rest of the bedroom. All of his harettes were so kind of awake by now. So were still drowsy, but at least sitting upright.
Before Alex could spot any other changes in his harem, his attention beca fixed on the blobs of liquid, black flesh that he had brought into this world the day before. Each of them was assigned to one of his won. There was so faint connection to them that he had, putting his control a level above. It wasn't that Alex had suddenly started to trust the Lovecraftian, just that he knew they were his servants through magic.
After hurrying out of the room, the amorphous blobs rolled back in like a grotesquely cute mix of small butler, slug and ooze. A tendril above their head ended up in a hardened cup, in it water that they had gotten from the water stream within their house tree.
The ooze that delivered one such cup to Charlotte also had one for Alex. He took it, the black material separating from the liquid servant once he held it firmly. After he had emptied the container, it crumbled away into nothingness. 'Too short lived to make anything out of, but convenient regardless,' he thought.
Hydrated, he returned to scanning his harem. By then, the work had essentially been done for him, the ladies of his love clustering around those that they had found changed. The first to catch his eye was Astrid. The change that had occurred to her was flashy: a bright blue butterfly mark prominently displayed on the skin of her back. Vibrant colours and a slight motion of the black veins that spread over the cobalt and azure made it clear that it was no regular tattoo.
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"I can't see it!" Astrid's lantation was too exaggerated to be serious. "Sobody have a double mirror or sothing?"
The question was initially answered by shaken heads. Two of the blobs, however, wordlessly responded to the request by turning their bodies into polished black surfaces. Not perfect mirrors, but good enough that Astrid could catch a glimpse of her change.
"Huh, that's neat," she comnted. "Wasn't serious about it, but thanks little dudes." The two servants returned to their previous states and then joined the others along the wall. When they weren't needed, the ooze turned into thin, black rectangles that could be easily mistaken as decorative tiles.
"I wonder what that is indicative of?" Kiara asked, crawling over from her spot next to Alex to take a closer look at Astrid. "Are you turning into so kind of insect woman? I don't think I can market that."
"Not gonna lie, having an exoskeleton sounds pretty convenient," Astrid answered, "but I don't think that's it. I feel more… whimsy."
"Oh fuck, she's turning into a fairy," Selana groaned. "Lock away your valuables. Don't give her anything she asks for!"
There were so chuckles. Janette put a hand on the bedroom wall. "Contact with fairies has only given us good things so far."
"True," the mountain biker gave imdiately. "Was just a joke anyway."
Astrid raised a hand and put the other on her heart. "I swear that I won't take any of your nas. Also, if I ever say 'give that cock', I guarantee you that I won't turn our dude into a eunuch."
"I don't think the book would sell as well if we changed genres to futanari after the first two volus," Ashley mumbled, typing away on an imagined keyboard. "Bad marketing decision."
"Uhm, what's a futanari?" Sara asked.
"A dick girl," Selana answered swiftly. "Personally, I think it's hot."
"You'll have to keep it in the realm of fantasy," Alex told her. "I'm not handing over my dick."
The enormously endowed Latina waved off with a smirk. "Didn't expect you to anyway. More out of curiosity than anything, if there was a way for us to get a futa without you losing your dick, would you even want that around?"
Alex's instinctive reaction was to make a sour face. "Greedy of , I know, but I would much prefer being the only cock around." As he spoke, Niara wordlessly moved her ebony curves towards him. After crawling up to him, the slender runner just started to play with his still half-erect cock. It was amusing and quite endearing. "Even if we added the caveat that it's basically just a glorified strap-on, it would feel weird to ."
Selana nodded, her question answered. "Not gonna lie, I would like to get fucked by a futa on a purely kinky basis, but what you say goes."
"Now I am curious, are normal strap-ons okay?" Astrid asked.
"As long as they're not used on ," Alex answered in a relaxed tone. Niara was sniffing and stroking his cock, giving it the occasional kiss or lick.
Scratching the back of her head, Astrid ultimately shrugged. "Can't say I get where the line is, but I'm not a dude so whatever."
Purple arms wrapped around Alex's neck from behind. Athyst's warm, liquid curves pressed against his back. "Important is that our Mongrel Master is comfortable," the sli cooed. "We only need his supre cock and wonderful dominance."
Shaking his head, Alex chuckled. "You're still calling a mongrel." He turned his head to give her a kiss.
"Sorry," the tomboy sli apologized, then received his affection.
Athyst's words were t with universal agreent. Everyone understood that being in a relationship ca with limitations. By the nature of their relationship, Alex had way less of them. He was the only man and he was the definitive head of the household and the bedroom. To use an older word, he was the patriarch and what he wanted he most likely got, especially in the realm of sexual fantasies.
That being said, they had agreed to this. Doubtlessly, he was the primary benefactor of the harem lifestyle, but these perverted tomboys around him obviously loved it as well. Even the mbers that had been sluts before eting him, having done a thing or ten that Alex would never let them do again, chose this over what they could have.
Important was that everyone was on the sa page on respecting boundaries, even if they did not always get why those boundaries existed.
Alex's eyes wandered to the next cluster of won. Sat between Tess and Sofia, Jane sat with her arms crossed. A typical pose for a woman that had changed very little, yet the change that had occurred was enough to make Alex's cock, already rising from Niara's attention, go to full mast instantly.
Pointy ears.
The tanned redhead from northern Ireland had grown pointy ears. The change was so minute compared to what others had shown and yet it was a deep cut into Alex's desire. His friend had turned into an elf and sohow that made all of her curves, that much hotter to look at.
Noticing his stare, Jane stood up and put a hand on her hips. "See sothing you like?" she asked, her tone and expression completely serious.
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"Too much to put into words," Alex answered imdiately, gesturing at the room at large. At the end of the motion, he put the hand on Niara's head. He felt little bumps under his palm, like densely matted hair. That was a sign of animal ears growing. Charlotte's hair had been similar. "How about you join Niara in giving a blowjob?" he suggested.
Jane hesitated, watching the African woman do her work. She was awkward about it. Not terribly awkward, but certainly restrained by a lack of experience and familiarity with the sensations.
"No ti to learn like the present," Alex nudged her.
"You're right," Jane agreed and started walking.
"Aren't you forgetting sothing, slave? You're right…?"
Jane blushed intensely. Often they talked like they always had, at others, Alex pushed his redheaded friend further towards this new relationship they had. He found it exhilarating to watch this woman that he loved to banter with, who he knew was as competent as she was gorgeous, realize that she liked taking a position under him as much as he liked putting her in it.
"You're right, Master." Jane practically breathed those words, her voice an aroused whisper. She cleared her throat and repeated firmly. "You're right, Master."
Nodding approvingly, he waved her closer and soon Niara and Jane were working his cock together. Neither of them was good at it, but they were improving and that was what mattered. Their tongues failed to find and prod his sensitive spots. Their gag reflex prevented them from going more than a third of the way down. Regardless of that, watching them try was incredibly hot.
"You're totally getting off on having an elf suck your cock, aren't you?" Jane teased him, while it was Niara's turn to try and go deeper than before.
"Just try to kink sha ," Alex challenged her.
Dry and accusatory, Jane did, "Elf lover. My people don't exist to be objectified by you."
"Elves are cocksleeves," he responded with equal seriousness. "That is their purpose."
A staring match ensued. Had he known her less, he would have thought Jane was genuinely annoyed with him. The fact of the matter was that, when Niara backed away, the redheaded elf surrendered and dedicated her efforts to trying to get him in her throat. She failed, but that hardly mattered.
The last of the total of four won that had changed that morning was Valeria. Like Evelyn and Janette before her, it appeared that whatever force was guiding these evolutions had decided that she, too, should have at least so hair to cover the base of her new animal ears.
Personally, Alex had liked the buzz cuts, but there was no denying that they looked better without the fuzzy ears coming from a shaved head. Valeria could have had basically any hairstyle though. The half-Latina, half-black woman was just that hot, her tall hourglass figure and those incredibly shapely, large breasts drawing and keeping his attention. "n," the Arican tomboy drily joked, all the while displaying herself for his viewing pleasure.
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"You know who you belong to." Alex's dom voice had a larger effect than he anticipated. Valeria showing a slight shiver was expected, the whole room reacting as if he had just released an aphrodisiac into the air wasn't. For a mont he thought he had discovered another new supernatural effect. The truth was much simpler.
They were just horny for a morning orgy.
Twenty minutes of chaotic and often sapphic engagents later, they managed to leave the bedroom.
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Alex was pleasantly surprised to find fish on the breakfast table. Fish that not only been caught but also gutted, filetted, and cooked. There was no seasoning, but this level of preparation was already way more than he had expected.
The culprit was obvious. It was once again courtesy of their blob-servants. By the instincts of the supernatural, Alex knew that these servants were using the life force of the tree to remain as operational as they did. Since Alex owned both the tree and them, that symbiosis worked without any further questions involved. 'Maybe blending such vastly different things is an effect of my mongrel blood? Is that why they value it so much?' Alex theorized.
The fish swarm was right off the coast from where they were currently anchored, putting them in reach. Interesting was that neither Alex nor any his tomboys had given the order. The servants were reacting to their desires on their own.
As the group took their seats on the grown cushions on the floor, the servants wobbled and writhed about. Fish and fruit was loaded onto plates from the sa, short-lived material as the cups earlier. Water was also brought in. "The weirder our living situation gets, the better it gets," Tess comnted, skewering her piece of fish with a fork made from Lovecraftian goo-monster chitin.
Alex could only agree. The presence of the servants made everything go a bit faster. There was no need for every woman to go get her share of the food, greatly diminishing the traffic in the hallway, which then made the morning bathroom visits a more orderly affair.
"So, imma be the one to say it - I'd be due for the shark week," Charlotte spoke up. "Like, four days over by now… and I don't like the way my womb feels. It's like I have dry eye in my tubes."
The rare awkward pause followed, the other won in the room exchanging uncomfortable glances. Alex may not have had a womb in his body, but as the owner of 16 of them, he was invested in their health. He also had the answer on this one. "It's the infertility effect," he told them. "We all felt it from the first ti we had sex on this island, right?"
"Yes, but have we not deed it sothing positive?" Yahui asked.
"At the ti," Alex answered her. "But I sensed… sothing when I made my pact with Athyst, sothing lifeless and barren." He glanced at the sli, whose eyes were seeking comfort in him. "You won't have any answers for us on this, will you?"
"My… deepest apologies, Master, but no," she confird. "My knowledge is scarce… all I can tell you is that the islands would never do anything that slows the spread of life."
"It didn't fit into everything else from the start," Tess mumbled, having the sa epiphany as Alex had. "From the gentle living conditions to all of the things that make us horny, everything is set to make us breed. Why add a spell that blocks pregnancy to it?"
"We liked it at the sa, because we could have casual sex," Alex continued further and showed a proud smile. "We're out of that phase."
"Bro, you can stop boasting on how quickly you seduced us," Astrid weighed in with a laugh. It sounded a little stilted, failing to paint over the worry of the next words. "But… yeah… now that Charlotte ntions it when I think about having children I feel… crumpled up? Inside?" She put a hand on her stomach. "My womb does not like it, that really is the best way to put it."
"Nothing gets to prevent from getting knocked up by my Master," Evelyn growled. "Any inkling on what it is?"
"It either is in or working through the trees, that's what I felt," Alex reported. "I don't have anything else. All I know is that I must slay it."
The declaration had and needed no other reason than the knowledge that he could not breed his harem until he did so. He was a man. Whether he wanted to knock them up right this second, he was not entirely certain of. A few more weeks to think about it may have been wise. Before long, he would want to watch them grow gravid with his children.
They finished up breakfast, cleaned themselves up, then gathered again to go through the ritual that was practically tradition by this point. "Who are you taking along today, Alex?" Tess asked.
"First, let tell you about a decision I reached." Alex uncrossed his legs to get a little more comfortable. "Yesterday I gave myself a maximum of not taking the sa girl along more than two days in a row. I'm changing that to only one day."
Sofia raised her hand before speaking. "You, uhm, don't have to force yourself to keep shuffling us around. I think I can say for everyone that… we don't feel under-appreciated?"
"And so of us don't like waddling after a gargantuan guy all day," Kiara threw in. "It's fine if I get to sit in the climatized tree all day."
"It's not about that - it's not just about that," Alex corrected himself quickly. "I do want to spend ti with all of you, as equally as I can or should. It's just that yesterday showed that each, or at least so, of you sense different things." He looked at Yahui specifically. "You found that ice cave when Evelyn, Astrid and I had no idea anything about the temperature was off. We're retreading a lot of the sa ground every day, so fresh eyes and different magical senses are wise to cycle through."
That logic worked for the group. "Whatever makes you happiest, stud," Valeria said with a smirk.
"Guess we're on vacation today then," Evelyn groaned and gestured at Yahui and Astrid. "Sha - guess I'll have to hunt that creature daring to block my eggs another ti."
'...Would she lay eggs if she turns dragon enough?' Alex chased the intrusive thought away, then contemplated the actual question of who to take along.
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"With today will be Selana, Charlotte, and Tess," Alex announced.
"I figured," Charlotte purred. "The swimr and two pairs of floaties, mhm?"
That was a way to put it. Today the tree would cross the strait, so they would have to swim at so point and not a short distance either. That was why he took Charlotte along. Selana was with him for similar reasons. Her ho had been the mountains, but the adrenaline junkie definitely knew her way around endurance sports and high stress situations, even more than the other athletes around. As for Tess… well, Alex wasn't going to say it out loud, but he did favour her above the others. Her presence just helped kept him grounded.
That those tits kept her body afloat and his attention in their orbit was neither here nor there.
"As before, I'll take this odd ti-frozen hour we have in the morning before we leave," the man of the island continued. "Relax, get fully awake, stretch, then we'll be on our way."
The breakfast gathering dissolved after that. Charlotte and Selana decided to get another quick nap in. A few others joined them, but the majority of the won headed down to the foot of the tree to run a few laps around it and do their stretches while they still had solid ground available.
"Looks like everyone's falling into so routines now that there's so stability in the day," Astrid chatted. "I totally get that though. Been having the urge to go for a run all morning."
"Why aren't you doing it then, mhm?" Kiara asked. The forr PR manager was one of three that had stayed behind in the room.
The third, Tess, was taking the ti to inspect her halo. The thin silvery thing usually hovered in relative position to the top of her head. It seed she could sowhat anchor it by concentrating.
"Dude, can't I like chatting more?" the blonde asked in her typical tone, filled to the brim with the intention of friendly banter. "Would you rather I be like Niara and just…" Astrid forced her face to turn completely neutral, sat upright, put her hands on her thighs, and just existed, silently.
Tess snickered at the display, as did Kiara. Alex had the decency to shake his head, even though he did smile with them. "That's not very nice."
"If you think that's not very nice, you should hear what i have to say about Valeria," Tess drawled in her sarcastic tone. "Can you believe those tits are not fake?" Alex just glanced down at Tess' mounds, considerably larger than those of the climber. "You know what I an," the goth tomboy groaned. "They're borderline impossibly firm."
"We have a lot of broody types, don't we?" Kiara weighed in. "You, Valeria, Niara, Janette, Jane…"
"Would you call Jane the broody type?"
"Oh yeah, definitely!" Astrid snapped out of her Niara impression. "Rember the Disinfectant Affair ™?"
Alex raised an eyebrow and looked at Tess for an explanation. It was Kiara who answered instead. "It was a whole thing," she groaned. "Our main gym got closed for so ti because they guys we rented the building from hadn't gotten their permits done. We had to get an alternative on short notice, so I pulled in so favours and we got to use a uni facility."
"'Got to use'.' Tess' voice dripped in sarcastic poison. "It was absolutely rancid and understaffed."
"To the point, Tess had the girls adhere to so basic gym etiquette. Use the machine, wipe the machine down afterwards, optimally also use a towel to be between you and the seats. Standard stuff. They did not do it there. Jane blew a gasket."
"By which she ans Jane repeatedly voiced her frustrations in her prim and proper manner and eventually drumd the entire gym together and forced them to watch a presentation on why gym etiquette is for the best."
"Did not do much, can't correct students," Tess stated.
"Bro, it was so funny. The looks on their faces were so vapid." Astrid slapped her own thigh. "Honestly, I thought that Yahui was pretty stuck up too. I knew her a little bit before, did not know she was this… warm, under the frosty exterior."
"Lots of expectations on her shoulders, so she preferred to keep to herself. Glad that she gets to leave that behind now," Tess weighed in.
"And I am SO glad I don't have to worry about our slut trio anymore!" Kiara exclaid with a groan.
"Let's not go there," Alex requested. He did not want to hear details about the dirty deeds of won that were now his. More importantly, he did not want this playful gossipping to drift into actual complaints about each other.
"I was just gonna say that I'm really happy with where you got them," the Irish shortstack clarified and smirked. "All of these girls, slave to your cock. Totally not though. Your male chars won't break , ya tall bastard."
Alex snorted with amusent. The little brat was trying to get him to commit, but he was, for once, just in the mood for chatting. "Any other opinions you need to get off your chest."
"Sara is way too cute!" Astrid declared. "Like, bro, the way sha has her bangs cut is illegal."
"Also her thighs are half the export of Spain," Tess added.
"They are delicious," Alex agreed. The slender tennis player's bottom was all the more outstanding for how petite her chest was. 'I wonder what she will turn into? Only her and Niara are changing.' "What about Athyst?" he probed.
"What about Athyst?" Kiara bantered back, her tone too biting to be serious. "I don't quite know yet. Obviously she's hot and she's really easy to get along with. Little bit too focused on you."
"I see that relaxing in the coming days," Tess told the PR. "It's similar for most of them. You and I knew all of the girls well beforehand, but in-between there's so awkwardness."
"Wouldn't say its awkward," Astrid gave her opinion. "Awkward is when I reach for the sa item as soone next to in the supermarket. With the other harem dudettes, I already know we want the sa thing in life. We're just learning where we want to be in that frawork… and how we taste."
"It's so nice to just kiss other won!" Kiara exclaid. "My God, it's actually incredible that I lived without that all my life! We can just go up to each other and just smooch, its incredible!"
"Smooch?" Tess chuckled at her choice of words.
"Shut up, you know what I an BGSE."
"BGSE?" Alex had to ask again.
"Its a nickna Kiara gave her that she still tries to get to catch on," Astrid inford him.
"What does it stand for? Big Goth…?" he was guessing.
"Boobie Goth Space Elevator." Tess patronizingly put a hand on Kiara's head. "She complained about how tall I was all the ti."
"You are tall!"
"You were tiny. Now I can barely see you."
"Get bent, Tess!"
"Only if it pleases Master," Tess purred and shot Alex a horny glance.
Maybe he did have another fourso in him.
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"Swim to the other shore," Alex ordered.
Watching the massive ho of a tree uproot itself in response to his words was still impressive the second ti around. It had already been right next to the water, but it still took it about fifteen minutes to get deep enough into the water to be considered swimming. Alex stayed for that ti, too interested in how a swimming tree would look. He also harboured so minor doubt that tree could do it.
That doubt was dispelled swiftly. The Harem Tree of Life had a few tricks up its sleeve, one of which was trapping large bubbles of air underneath the trunk to give it a decent amount of floatation. More stability was provided by larger roots stretching out to the sides like rigid antennas. Even if the weight was unevenly tilting one way or another, those balancing rods and the flexible canopy provided all the equalizing force that was needed. A pair of flat-ish roots at the back paddled, keeping the whole floating base moving forwards.
The tree was slow, slower even than it had been walking, but it was moving steadily forwards and that was all that mattered. Through the supernatural connection, Alex received the assurance of the tree that it could complete the journey by the end of the next day. He also received a distaste of the tree for being in saltwater for prolonged periods.
Although the tree was his property, it wouldn't just take everything he wanted to do with it.
"Alrighty," Charlotte spoke up. "Any of you ever done long distance ocean swimming?"
"No," Alex said.
"Nope," Tess echoed.
"I've swam through a big mountain lake once," Selana reported. "Don't think that counts?"
"It does not." Charlotte put a hand on her hip and raised a finger to wag at them. In her best stern teacher impression, the French tomboy continued. "Listen here, kiddos-"
"Kiddos?" Tess drily remarked.
"-Yes, kiddos! Now, I know none of you are hydrodynamically designed…" Charlotte took the mont to poke Tess and Selana's boobs, then cupped Alex's dangly bits. "...but you are lucky! In terms of ocean swimming, this should be a breeze. The water here is warm enough not to cool you down and not so hot that we'll have to be worried about getting too warm. No strong winds or waves either. In other words, the only thing we have to worry about is the distance. We'll be swimming slowly. If we get too exhausted, we'll try to find a shallow spot to stand or we'll just float for a bit, water should be salty enough for that to be easy."
"We'll follow your lead, swimming ace," Alex assured her.
Charlotte gave him a confident, smug smirk. "As ya should!" she said, fox-ears proudly perked. "Alrighty then, after your dear leaderess!"
Alex would have allocated around 6 hours to the distance on an average day. Granted, that was more because he was planning with potential pauses and a slow pace than the distance itself.
They made real good ti in the first third of the journey. Charlotte started at a crawling pace for her standards. All of them were athletic, but Charlotte was all around built for swimming. Feeling under-challenged, all of them agreed to take it up a notch. The good breakfast and constant movent of the last couple of days was aiding them trendously in tackling this challenge. This was also a chance to discover just how superhuman they had all beco.
It would have been, anyway, had the second and last third of their journey not been made that much easier by a lucky break. Charlotte, by intuition, experience and keen observation, managed to locate a local current, created by the shape of the seafloor and the tides, that pushed them along to the other shore. They were mostly floating along, adding only to the speed when they felt like it.
For a long distance swim, it was incredibly relaxing.
Alex soon felt the sand of the shore under his feet. They were still in the water, but, tall as he was, he could stand before everyone else. Exerting himself, he caught up swiftly to Charlotte, dived under her, then grabbed her by the thighs.
The tomboy squawked in surprised, then laughed when she realized she was made to sit on his shoulders. "Ya surprised !" she complained and got comfortable. "Man, you really are tall though!"
Alex tilted his head back to smirk at her. His shoulders were barely above the surface. "The height has to be good for so-" He started, then got hit in the face by a wave. Charlotte and Selana laughed at him for almost two minutes.
Carrying the swimr on his shoulders, Alex rose from the water and stepped onto the beach proper. It was a sandy stretch of land. Hard grasses rose from the loose soil.
"There are those berry bushes again." Tess pointed at bulbous pink-purple plants in the distance. "This shore is oddly similar to the one we landed at."
"Urgh, please let that be a coincidence," Selana complained. "I don't feel like checking out the sa landscapes over and over again… sothing the matter Alex?"
The man of the island humd. "Just… a feeling, he told them. "There are new things to find here. I'm certain of that much."
"Fantastic!" Selana exclaid and grinned at the distance, as if it was just another provider of challenges. "Do you want your cock sucked first or should we go?"
He loved that there was no sarcasm in that question.
"Cock sucking first," Alex announced.
Selana dropped to her knees instantly. They were still in the early hours of the day and so the sand underneath them was of a pleasant temperature, certainly pleasant enough for the cow-horned woman to stay put there while her Master stepped up to her. "Want to use these too?" she asked, cupping her fat tits.
"Absolutely." The confirmation made Selana stretch up. She was a tall woman, so she had little difficulty to get her udders at the height of his crotch. The air was warm but her tits were just heat.
The tip of his cock was all that erged from her deep cleavage and even that much only because Selana chose not to squeeze her tits together fully. Her tongue stretched out, circling his glans. "Shahlty," she giggled.
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As superhuman as Alex had beco over the past week, in many ways he was still just a man. Selana only had to wrap her lips around the head of his cock and suck for him to feel the approaching release. The three hour break had been enough to reset him fully and his balls yearned for release.
The submissive noticed and moaned encouragingly. Shaking her fat tits rhythmically, she bobbed as much as she could. Granting him swift relief was her purpose as his sex slave.
Not even three minutes later, the squishy softness of her tits pushed him over the edge. Cum spurted into Selanas ready mouth. Every tensing of his cock made Selana's eyelids flutter, the orgasm his taste induced only growing more potent as the harettes ca to expect and crave it.
At the end, he was feeling way better and Selana needed help to get back on her feet. After another thirty seconds, she was back to walking normally.
"We go east," he told everyone.
For a start, they followed the water. As they day went from noon to afternoon, walking along the beach would beco inadvisable. For now, the gentle breezes from the ocean were enough to cool them and the sun not yet so rciless that they required shade.
Similarly, the berries they saw further inland were not yet attractive to them. It had not been long enough since the hearty breakfast of fish and fruit that they were going to seek out the sweet snack. "Have to watch my figure, you know?" Charlotte joked when asked if she was hungry.
"I can practically hear Kiara applauding your commitnt to your image," Tess remarked.
"I just like to stay hydrodynamic," Charlotte chirped. "You two were really lucky we got to float most of the way."
"Honestly, I would have rather swam against the stream." Selana took a big step over sothing black in the sand.
'A mussel,' Alex reckoned, based on the colour and stayed ahead of everyone. "Swimming against the ocean streams is a quick way to die of exhaustion."
"Yeah, that's the challenge," the adrenaline junkie purred. "By the way, are we going to look for a horse or sothing?"
The sudden topic change had Alex confused for half a second. "Reckon that Blair misses hers?" he asked. "I thought she was dealing pretty well with not having hers, but she's not the easiest to read." Even though he was ahead of any reasonable curve, he did still have to learn a lot about all his harettes. He would get so things wrong. It was best to listen when his won told him sothing about themselves and each other.
"I think she's coping pretty well but she would be happier if she had a partner," Selana said. "Its not like and my bikes. Don't get wrong, I really like so of them, but I used all of them expecting them to break one day. Caring for an animal has to be a different thing entirely."
"She never spoke fondly of her horse, but it's Blaire," Tess joined in.
"Ya never got her drunk, she did like the thing," Charlotte reported her experience. "Don't think it's a priority for her, but its nice to be sothing you're the best at in your group, ya know?"
Alex humd. "Not like having a beast of burden around would be bad for us anyway… not sure if we can be so lucky though. Also the tree would have to change so it can co along as well." The man of the island rubbed his chin, lost in thought, then suddenly stopped. "I may have made a mistake."
"Whaddaya an?" Charlotte asked, while he knelt down.
Very carefully, Alex scooped up so of the sand. He had spotted another bit of black in there and noticed how the sun reflected on its surface. Now that he was taking a closer look, he realized that he was not dealing with mussels at all. Pinching the piece of glistening black between his fingers, he raised it up. The thing was thin, partly translucent, and very sharp. "There's glass in the sand."
"Oh shit," Selana cussed. Everyone stayed put and carefully inspected the ground around them. "What is that, obsidian?"
"Sothing like it," Alex confird. "I don't know a lot about the stuff, but this is definitely not normal glass."
"Right, so we just track back?" Charlotte glanced at the way they ca and added. "Probably no less dangerous after we scattered everything about with our footfalls."
Alex nodded. The density of glass in the sand could not have been that high, but it only took one unlucky footfall to get a nasty cut that would make everything else harder. Few things were worse than a foot injury. It reduced mobility, was practically guaranteed to reopen during walking, and with the amount of dirt they walk on every day it also had a really high chance of infection.
"How do we proceed?" Tess asked.
Alex looked for that first shard that they had spotted and ignored. asuring distances with his eyes was one of the things he was best at. "That's 3 to 4 tres from where Charlatte is standing," he muttered and shifted his weight left to right. He raised his voice and asked. "What is your standing long jump record?"
The girls got the implication and turned their necks to each run their own estimations. "2 tres 30," Tess reported.
"2 55," Selana added.
"2 22," Charlotte finished off. "You?"
"2 99," Alex answered, to the collective groaning of the won. "Envious?"
"Yeah, yeah, just boast about being born with testosterone," the swimr of the group joked. "Anyway, I don't think we can make that?"
"I think we can," Alex disagreed. "Unless I am the only one who feels like he has gotten considerably stronger since we landed here?"
The question was t with universal ponder. Charlotte, being the tail end of the group, would have to jump first. Selana, Tess, and then Alex could step into the apparent safe spots where the others were and jump from there.
"I don't think it's worth it," Selana gave her opinion. "Too much of a risk. I may be an adrenaline junkie, but I don't want to make the jump too short and drive so spike into my foot."
"...You are right," Alex gave. He was certain enough that he could make the jump, but that was only a third of the equation. "Alright then. I'll walk very carefully. Follow in my footsteps."
Concentrating on the path ahead of him, Alex scanned for any bits of black he saw among the white sand. When he had things mapped out to a satisfying degree, he took a half step forwards onto a spot where the sand looked most secure. The grains crunched under his weight, but remained mostly put. He tried to keep it that way when he took his next step. As long as he did not disturb the sand behind him too much, that sa ground would remain safe for his won.
Alex relied on his eyes and intuition. Both served him well. After less than five minutes, they were out of the dangerous area and could walk normally again. "Seriously though, why was there glass?" Charlotte wanted to know.
"I think we have co to the conclusion that these islands have details that do not make a lick of sense," Tess said.
Selana crossed her arms. "Yes but actually no? There's so supernatural sense to these things usually, right? We don't understand most of the motivations yet, but we're fairly certain that there's parties interested in us thriving and sothing that's keeping us from having children, yeah?"
"Mhm… I surrender the point," the angelic goth said with a boob-bouncing shrug.
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Noon ca and the air beca hotter, so Alex decided that they would go inland next. In the distance, he soon spotted jungle trees. A fairly expected fixture of the tropical island, but not one they would reach within the hour.
Instead, they kept on walking between the pink, bulbous berry bushes. They treated themselves to a few ripe fruits in passing. There was no reason not to, they were hanging right there and being bipedal had the advantage of eating and walking at the sa ti.
What was not an expected fixture of the landscape was a crater. "Careful," Alex told everyone and lead the way. The crater was old, much of it covered by grass, but the crest of the depression was still very visible. Wary of anything that may hide behind it, the head of the party stretched his head as much as he could. Height had its advantages. "Nothing there, except for a rock."
With more confidence, he crossed over the corona of the crater. The ground was a bit rocky, but still mostly covered by grass and shrubbery. At the bottom of the crater, doubtlessly the item that had created it, sat the ntioned rock. An outstandingly black thing that stood about half a ter tall in a shallow pond of rainwater. Its original size must have been much greater, scattered out by the impact.
"I think the answer to the obsidian may be a volcanic eruption," Alex suggested.
"Whaaaaat, nooooooo," Charlotte cried out sarcastically. "Get out of here! Volcanic glass and now volcanic rock scattered about with kilotres between them and you suggest there may be a volcano around? No shot!"
"Sarcasm is unbecoming of you," Tess remarked, equally sarcastically.
Cackling, Selana gave her fellow big-titty tomboy a slap on the back. "Sarcasm is like half of your personality."
"What's the other half?" Tess wanted to know.
"Annoyedly raised eyebrows."
Tess raised one eyebrow, then pulled both together when she realized what she was doing. While his won were bantering, Alex stood at the edge the shallow pond. 'Should I touch it?' he wondered. Odd things happened sotis when he interacted with outstanding pieces of the landscape like this. Maybe this was another such case?
Before he could co to a decision, his eyes fell on sothing nearby. "Huh, now that's useful," he said out loud, before picking up what he was talking about.
It was a stone rod, about as long as his forearm and as thick as the branch of a young tree. Its surface was almost impossibly even, making it easy to hold on to. It was heavier than wood or tal would have been, but not by so much that Alex struggled to keep hold of it. Giving it a testing swing, he nodded to himself.
'Best to hold onto this,' he thought.
"Let guess, you'll touch the thing now?" Tess asked.
"...Yes," Alex confird. "How did you know?"
"You keep touching things and it keeps working out for us." The gothic woman sighed. "Go on, we'll drag you out if you pass out."
"Always there for ," Alex spoke with genuine gratitude. It was enough to make the pale goth blush and tug at her hair. An adorable sight from such a toned woman. Trusting her and the other two tomboys to have his back, he turned to the stone. His feet disturbed the shallow water. He knelt down to touch the top of the stone.
Imdiately he felt the power. It resonated with his blood, specifically a part of it that was already wide awake. It barely took any concentration for him to reach for the might of the earth and pull it into his veins.
"RAAAAH!" Alex let out an instinctive war cry. "DO NOT WORRY!" he added in a booming voice and gave the alard woman a wide grin. "I JUST:.. FeEl… STRONG!" He tried to keep his volu down but failed. The power pumping into his muscles, especially his arms, made him feel like he was a titan reborn.
An impulse to clench the hand resting on the rock was eagerly followed. His digits strained against the stone, porous from the bubbling heat that had ford it yet solid as rock should be. Suddenly, the stone gave under his palm, the shards failing to pierce his palm. The cracks swiftly spread, causing the entirety of the stone to collapse into small chunks and black dust.
"Jesus!" Selana exclaid.
"No, just ," Alex joked as he straightened back up. Swirling patterns of a colour two shades darker than his tanned skin now covered his lower arms. Crossing them, he gave his won a confident smile.
Watching him crush a boulder and confidence had the expected effect. Tess cleared her throat, Selana openly touched her cunt and Charlotte strut on over. "What else can those hands do, mhm?" she asked.
"I don't know… let's find out." Using his free hand, the other still holding his new rock-stick, he picked up Charlotte. He did it in the most sexual way possible, placing his palm under the bit of skin between her two lower holes. Fingers pressing into her slick womanhood, he raised her up.
"Oh… oh yessss," Charlotte hissed, riding his palm.
Alex did not feel like she was any lighter, just easier to hold. Any weight imbalance that should have happened was counteracted by so kind of taphysics, keeping Charlotte nice and comfortable even when he stretched out his hand. His shoulder should have given from the leverage that pose created. It was harder, but still handleable.
"I have you in the palm of my hand," Alex joked.
"...I'll forgive you the dad joke!" Charlotte exclaid with barely repressed laughter. "But only because I'll make you one as soon as I get to!"
"I'll rember that promise," Alex said and put her back down. "Let's not get stuck fucking under the sun."
"Right… good thought," Charlotte agreed.
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They went north-west from there, following the shade offered by the edge of the jungle and the large ferns that sprung up around it. They took a little break or three to make sure each of Alex' current companions were not distracted by their arousal. It also kept his balls from getting too heavy.
"That's weird," Tess said and pointed at sothing ahead of them.
The area they were now entering was largely flat grassland. There were so trees and ferns in the eastern bit, where they currently were. Between the two areas was a large spot of freakishly tall grass and verdant trees.
"It's not that weird," Selana said. "Just a spot where the plants grow way better."
"Is that normal?" Charlotte asked.
Alex knew the answer, but Selana was already explaining things so he let her continue. "Pretty normal, all things considered. It just ans that that particular spot is especially good for the plants to grow. Could be that sothing big died there and all the nutrient seeped into the soil. Could also be that sothing big shits there regularly. Or maybe the water table is just a bit elevated there for whatever reason." The cow woman spread her arms in a dramatic shrug. "Take your pick."
"I hope its not the shit," Tess said drily.
"The sll?" Alex asked.
"I'd rather not run into sothing that takes dumps big enough to spawn an ecosystem."
"Doesn't even need to be that big, just needs to be regular," the man of the island looked at the big fertile area. "In our case, this could also be fairy shenanigans."
"Aaahh… yes, the fae," Charlotte agreed. "Actually forgot about those for a mont… are we checking it out?"
"Currently considering that," Alex answered.
After only a little bit of consideration, Alex nodded and then lead the way. The closer they got, the more apparent it beca that it would not be as easy as first thought.
The outer paraters of the freakish green area was a dense wall of grass taller than Alex was and braided vines. Knowing that it would be a detrint, he ramd the stone rod into the ground so it stood upright. "Let's hope this is still here when we get out."
Then, they began their advance into the bushwork. Alex took point. The grasses were parted by his mass and his new grip strength made moving the vines aside a simple thing. "All smooth sailing back here!" Charlotte shouted, taking slow and asure steps through the tunnel he created. "Good job, big man!"
"n have to be good for sothing," Alex joked, only to almost stumble when he broke through the wall. On the other side of the grass was a jungle larger than what it had appeared as from the outside.
"Well, well, well," a croaky voice greeted Alex. Every word was ended with the clicking of teeth against teeth. The creature speaking was right in front of Alex, sitting on a toppled, mostly decayed tree.
It was a weird thing. A sort of fusion between the hindlegs of a frog, the long legs of a reptile, and the neck plus head of a small dinosaur. Its scaly skin was green, the belly a yellow-ish white, and from its back a number of displaced insect wings grew. Its torso was oddly small compared to its neck. Overall, it was barely bigger than a 4-year-old.
"Well, well, well," the fae creature repeated, then said sothing else. Alex saw the lips of the sharp-teethed creature move and heard the snapping of its jaw. That was all he heard from it though. Annoyed, the creature tilted its head, then made a gesture for Alex to follow.
Having been blessed by worse things, the man of the island chose to oblige. The frog legs stretched, the fae creature flew, and Alex ran after it. He only turned around to see if the other three were followed. When he had verified that they were, he concentrated on the path ahead.
'Running after a fairy… if I only had legends to go off of, I would be stopping myself,' he thought, amused.
The creature kept guiding him deeper into the jungle, before ultimately stopping at a hollow tree stump. In it lied a seed the size of Alex' fist. He was already familiar with the kind. It was similar to the one that had grown into their house tree. It felt weaker, subordinate, and that made it a powerful resource all the sa.
"May I take it?" Alex asked and the little fae creature on the floor nodded. Taking his eyes off the being, he grabbed the seed, pulled it out of the tree stump, and then looked back down to see the entity gone. The entire jungle felt different and smaller all of a sudden. "Seems like my streak of being rewarded for touching things continues."
"Lucky us," Tess drawled.
"Really feeling the lack of bags now though," Selana comnted.
Alex got what she ant. They only had their hands to transport things and between the big seed in his hand and the rod outside, Alex would have both of those occupied as he walked. "We'll have to deal with it," he agreed with a sigh.
It drew Alex further north.
"Should we really step away from the jungle at this hour?" Tess asked. It was still hot, the colder evening hours not far away but not yet present. Still, the leader of the party stepped towards the north, the north east.
"I got a feeling," he said simply.
"It's one of these days, is it?" Charlotte asked, amused. "Where we just walk from you having a feeling to the next place and you just collect all of the aweso stu-" She did not even get to finish that thought. "Oh wow, what is that?"
It was a blue light in the distance. A monunt untouched by human hands. A lighthouse without a keeper, glowing distinctly against the equally azure sky. It was a towering stone of black, polished in its roughness, and it called out to Alex.
The closer they got, the larger the thing lood. More than the distance decreasing, it seed as if the stone was truly growing as the party got closer. It was a dominating fixture in an otherwise dull landscape of short grass and stone plateaus. A second, even bright light shone at its base.
Alex did not have to ask himself if he were to approach this magnificent stone. "Stay here," he told his companions, a full fifty paces aware from the natural obelisk. Natural or shaped by forces that commanded nature itself, the man of the island could not fully say. All he knew was that it was his to claim.
Standing before the stone gave him a strange feeling. All he could liken it to was… the funeral of his grandfather. He had barely known the man, father of a distant father that he had been. As seventh son, Alex had been born when his grandfather had already been very old. Yet, he rembered what a titan of life the man had been, what economic and social forces he had commanded, and the gravitas of it all, sticking even to a closed casket.
This was similar. Alex stood before sothing so magnificent that he could only grasp at all that he was missing out on. The fullness of the opaque experience left him teary-eyed. He placed his hand on the black stone and felt the pulsing of ancient might within it. 'It is only a shard,' he thought. 'It is only a shard.'
Kneeling down, he grasped the light. It had no source and so all he could do was clench his fist around it. Images flashed inside his mind. Colossal entities reshaped the world with every step, the rhythm of their gait the drums of war. In the distance, entities of souls just as large but forms the size of humans commanded thunder and magical might against the titans.
'Titanomachia,' Alex thought, knowing just enough about Greek mythology to realize what he was looking at.
The conflict was just one of many. Other blood pulsed within Alex, allowing him to step back from the single perspective and see a larger picture. Wars upon wars were fought on battlefields imnse and small on a landscape of ideas and reality intersecting. Then, a grey curtain descended on everything.
Alex returned to where his body was. He stretched out like he had with the shard earlier, reaching for the even greater power slumbering under this earth. The Titans' blood was put into motion once more, making his heart beat slow and powerful, like those ancient steps.
Every ti his blood surged through his muscles, they expanded. He was growing, growing faster and further than he had when first awakening the Titans' blood. His bones surged in size and thickness to keep up with the demand. His overall build remained as before: toned and muscular. All of him simply grew larger in proportion. Only his cock lagged behind, for fear that it would turn too large to do the deed painlessly.
Alex shouted again, his voice booming with power that preceded even the divine. He was strong, so strong and yet that strength was untapped. What seeped into his muscles was not an imdiate reward, but potential that would unfold as he grew further and further in power.
Rising to his feet, the blue light now extinguished, Alex spread out his arms and then slamd both of his palms against the obelisk. The shard of Titan crafting reverberated from the impact. For one last mont, it stood tall and magnanimous above the planes. Then, a pebble fell from the tip of the monolith.
It cracked swiftly. Chunks of stone rained down all around Alex. The black crumbled away in a roar. Like a hundred boulders sliding down the mountainside, the volu filled the man's ears. He did not move, trusted in his instincts, and breathed calmly. Stone dust avoided his lungs. Stone chunks did not touch him. Stone broke obediently in his presence to reveal what had been left behind for an inheritor of the Titans' will.
A weapon. A sword of rock and blood, standing almost as tall as Alex himself now was. The grip was smooth stone. The poml was a diamond-shaped piece. The cross-guard was like wrought magma, crimson light and veins glowing underneath the black surface. The blade itself was similar. It was broad, double-edged and had a flat spine. From the guard to the tip, halfway hidden in the ground, a thick line of glowing red extended like a waterfall of flaming blood. From that centrepoint, veins reached to the edges. Parts of the sword were jagged, others gently curved, all resembling the surface of a great mountain.
The hand of the Titans' descendant gripped the handle. A regular mortal's hand would not have been capable of the strength required to keep the weapon steady. Alex did it naturally, The blade must have been two tres long, the handle adding another fourty centitres, all together making it taller than Alex was.
'I think I can show off this ti,' he thought, using the dust cloud as cover to try a few ways to hold the sword. In the end, he decided to leisurely place the sword on his shoulder. He knew it would not cut him, just as he knew he did not have to carry it at all. This weapon was of his blood, it would heed his call - always. 'This probably looks the coolest.'
Alex turned around and walked the way he ca. A convenient gap in the fallen rocks let him stride confidently towards the three silhouettes waiting where he had left them. Slack-jawed, they watched him erge from the dust, a mountain of a man, wielding a weapon that could not be called a sword. It was more like a slab of forged volcano.
"I would say that detour was worth it?" he suggested.
The tomboys were too flabbergasted to warrant a response.
[Cataclysmic Greatsword - This weapon grows with its wielder in both size AND power. As the wielder grows stronger, the weapon becos heavier. Adds 1 damage to attacks per 10 Physical of the wielder. The sword will appear at Alex' location after 1 combat round, if he is not wielding it. Further, this weapon exists to elevate Alex' Titan blood. As Alex slays foes, it will accumulate Inheritance. Greater foes grant more Inheritance. Once 100 Inheritance has been gathered, Alex can awaken a Titanic bloodline or get a Perk in a Titanic bloodline he already has.]
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How horny was Alex at that mont? Truth be told, about average male horniness. In other words, he would never mind having sex, but he could have kept going with his day and take care of it later. Just because he had the sen capacity to satisfy a harem did not an he had to empty the tank all the ti.
The won in front of him, however, were growing more aroused by the second. As a good dom, there was really only one choice he could take when he was faced with three dripping wet and willing sex slaves. Indeed, the title belied the power dynamic between them. He was in charge so they got what they wanted, because that was what they both wanted.
Alex lifted the massive sword off his shoulder, point the tip at the ground, and then let the pointed tip sink deep into the dirt. The weight of the weapon was enough to create a little tremor when it ca to a still. Keeping his hand on the crossguard, the Titan-blooded male spoke as if gravely disappointed, "Is my cock going to suck itself?"
Any banter such a question would have usually invited was drowned under the flood of love juices trickling down three pairs of thighs. "S-so-" "Uhm…—" "Fuck!" the trio of submissives stuttered individually, while getting on their knees.
"Don't speak - serve," he playfully reprimanded them. "Your lips have only one purpose right now."
That the three of them could work with. Charlotte was in the middle, pleasingly, leaving the two taller and bustier won flanking her. Selana was to Alex' left, Tess to the right. Mouths agape and panting, brown, green and grey eyes stared at his cock. Pulse for pulse, the blood rushed towards the mber.
Alex had reckoned himself more on the grower side of things, but it appeared that part of his recent enlargent had been to leave the flaccid state of his cock as a shower. 'Probably for the best,' he thought. 'I wouldn't want to look like a Greek statue.'
As soon his cock stood at full mast, the three srized cocksleeves descended on it. That power was an aphrodisiac, Alex had known for quite so ti. Knowledge of that fact was little compared to the present mont. Tess and Charlotte were just as turned on as they had been during that first night in the lusty mist and Selana was equally just as horny as the night she had surrendered to his desires.
Brown, pink and red lips pressed against his shaft. Wet slurping sounds filled the air, while they kissed and licked every bit of his manhood. Eyes were wide, pupils dilated, their attention laying solely with the cock of the man that they lived to serve. Nostrils flared, taking in his scent as if it was so kind of drug.
"Take our Master into your throat already!" Tess chastised Charlotte, to which Selana eagerly nodded. "Use your comfort hole to please him!"
The aggressive tone surprised Alex, although he did not let that show. The pure heat of the mont appeared to elevate Tess' satisfied sex slave kink. It was not enough that she did her best to satisfy Alex, everyone had to do their best. Selana was not quite as extre, but she agreed enough to keep nodding.
For her part, Charlotte blushed, as if she had been caught with the hand in the cookie jar, and swiftly wrapped her lips around his tip. That was too slow for Tess, who put a hand on the back of the French tomboy's head and pushed her down.
Alex hid that he did not know quite what to do with that by staying quiet and enjoying the scene. Whatever else he thought of it, it was intensely hot to watch one sex slave shove another one down to the base of his cock. There was not even a hint of sadism in Tess' eyes either. They moved up to his, seeking approval. She truly did it purely so he felt more pleasure faster.
Hot as it all was, he felt the need to put his foot down.
Reaching down, he put hand on Tess' cheek. A smile started to bloom on her face, then he flexed his palm and gave her a resounding slap on the cheek. "Do not presu you can tell your fellow cocksleeves what to do, Tess." He slowly pulled out of Charlotte's mouth, his private slut far from minding having her throat stuffed that way. That wasn't what this was about anyway. "You get put in charge only when I want you to be in charge, understand?"
"Y-yes, Master! I'm sorry, Master!" Tess was swift to assure, then moaned when the full length of his cock smack down on her face. Her left eye was covered by his girth. The thick mixture of precum and Charlotte's drool imdiately ssed up the gothic woman's face. She was only panting now, blushing with sha and arousal, too smart to try and justify her behaviour to her Owner. "It won't happen again!"
"See that it doesn't," he growled at her. The dangerous tone only made the three submissives hotter. "You two touch yourselves," he ordered, feeling the need to be extra dominant now to keep the order between these mindlessly horny cumdumps. While Selana and Charlotte feverishly rubbed their clits, Alex grabbed Tess by the hair. The black strands were every bit as silky as before. Her halo was a cool light against his skin. "Who do you even think you are, telling others to deepthroat when you are the least capable of you three in that departnt? Mouth wide open! It's ti to train you into a proper comfort hole."
More obedient than the day she had submitted, Tess followed the order to the letter. Red lips and pearly white teeth were as far apart as they went. Alex slowly pulled his hips back. His cock dragged over her features, before 'falling' and leveling on the height of her mouth.
Despite his outward harshness, Alex remained tender when he advanced into her throat. An unnecessary precaution, that he swiftly discarded. Tess was the worst out of these three, and yet she had been a 7 out of 10 in terms of ability already. The greatest hurdle she still had, her remaining gag reflex, was utterly absent at the mont. She was aroused out of a basic bodily function.
Alex took full advantage of it. His initial, mostly lucid state had been replaced with the sa level of horniness. There was only so much he could see and get away with before his cock was as hard as a steel rod. That rod made Tess' throat bulge on every thrust. He was not letting her serve him, he was fucking her face as if it was a relief tool.
Every hard thrust ended with his sack smacking against her chin. Eyes rolled up, Tess could have been mistaken for one of his harettes that had a sensitive throat. The pitch of the muffled moan vibrating around his back-and-forth gliding cock was not one of physical pleasure, but of psychological satisfaction. What she loved wasn't his blocking her windpipe, it was him using her - hard.
'Let her breathe!' he had to warn himself and quickly pulled out. Several gooey strands remind between her lips and his cock, dropping and breaking slowly as gravity pulled on the ssiness. Tess was wheezing and coughing, trembling head to toe. Her huge tits jiggled deliciously.
The lack of sensitivity to her throat prevented Tess from ever reaching a full score as far as Alex' enjoynt of her blowjobs was concerned. Sa could not be said about her tits. Toppling the gothic tomboy over with a simple push, he straddled her toned midriff. Imdiately knowing what she was useful for, Tess propped her torso up with her elbows, putting her tits at fuckable height.
Alex' giant hands looked normal sized on top of Tess' twin globes. Squeezing them together, he created for himself a nice pocket. Lubrication was no issue. A couple of thrusts was all he needed to spread what coated his cock to the valley of her squishy mountains.
"M–Aaah!...AH! Massshhhteeerr! YESSSSHHHHHHHHH!" Tess scread, then fell silent. The fucking of her tits made the black-haired cum rag climax hard, harder than it ever had before. Alex knew he was pounding her hard enough to rewire so of her brain chemistry and he loved it.
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The sight and sounds of her orgasm, mingled with the eager panting of the tanned onlookers, pushed Alex over the edge. Head of cock poking out of the cleavage, he ca. His seed sprayed all over Tess' face, so of it landing in her open mouth. That was enough to make one orgasm into two. The first of his sex slave barely managed to stay put.
Alex dismounted her before she was done with her aftershocks. His greed fully ignited, he turned to Charlotte and Selana. "Will you two need discipline as well or do you know what your purpose is?"
Lips were imdiately pressed against the sides of his cock. Communication occured not through words, but simply through the tiny gestures only subconscious could pick up. From that instinctual exchange, Selana knew that it was her turn first. After gliding up and down the side of his shaft, the voluntary cocksleeve moved to the tip and, in one swift motion, took him all the way down the base into her throat.
Intense moans vibrated the walls around his shaft. The most endowed woman of his harem, like her fellow big-titted sex slave, loved the sensation of fully serving as his sword's sheathe. Grabbing her by one of the cow horns, Alex used her throat for a few thrusts, before letting nature take its course. Selana glided upwards and the vixen next to her took over.
Charlotte tried to be as enthusiastic as Selana - and succeeded. The current experience was bridging the gap between their blowjob skills, however marginal it had been to begin with, through sheer arousal. Arousal and competitiveness, if the mischievous glint in Charlotte's green eyes was anything to go by,
Placing a hand between Charlotte's brown, pointy fox ears, Alex gave her throat a couple of thrusts as well. The woman was shorter, the tunnel tighter, and her pink lips were stretched an almost obscene degree around the girth of his manhood. 'I wonder how Kiara and Ashley will look around it,' the dom thought. Had magic not been involved, he would have hesitated to fuck won that small now. He would have had to be careful not to hit the cervix when when he was three-quarters in.
His cock popped out of Charlotte's mouth audibly, then the two tanned tomboys gave him service together again. Once they both had fully gathered their breath, their little play repeated. Selana first, then Charlotte, got their throat fucked for a moderate stretch. Both of them kissed, licked and panted all over his manhood. Selana first, then Charlotte, they got their throat fucked again and again again again, until both of their faces were sticky sses.
"You got your stomach filled earlier," Alex grunted towards Selana, who understood and back away. Now with both hands, the Master grabbed the French sex slave by the back of the head. Her short hair was pleasantly soft under his touch. The longer strands at the top made for good grabbing. He enjoyed both as he violated Charlotte's throat.
The harsh, muffled screams almost sounded like the slut was cumming from the blowjob alone. Close as it looked she was to that, it was the fingers still working between her legs that gave the physical completion to the psychological fulfilnt. Hard the upper hole of the swimr's pear-shaped, athletic body was pounded.
Alex bowed forwards and pinned her mouth to the base of his cock. Balls tightened. Seed sloshed down her throat in thick, heavy spurts. "God, yes!" Alex pressed out through grit teeth. The cocksleeve was sucking as tightly as her stuffed throat allowed. She was trying to get every last drop out of him. "A cumdump worth the title."
Past the four intense spurts, relaxation set in. Trace amounts of cum kept traveling up the length of his shaft, barely any pressure behind it. Letting go of Charlotte's head, he let the French tomboy glide up. The head was kept in her hot little mouth, while she masturbated his length to rub the last bits out. Her hands was trembling from the aftershocks.
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"Fuck you, sun," Selana growled.
The three words ca out of nowhere and made Alex laugh. Laying in the grass, Tess joined. Once she was done milking him, so did Charlotte. Selana smirked at everyone's enjoynt of her humour.
"It's true, fuck that ball!" the Ecuadorian latina declared. "If it wasn't for it, we could keep fucking!"
"Be careful, or Alex might just find a way to seduce the sun," Charlotte warned.
Alex raised his gaze as much as he daren and blinked. "She is pretty hot."
Tess groaned. "...What is it today with you and dad jokes?"
"Just the mood," Alex stated and lowered his gaze at his three won. Selana took a mont to finger herself to one more orgasm to the sight of him standing tall above them. Then, they had to get moving.
Having sex under the tropical afternoon sun was taxing.
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