Tomboy Island

The sensation of wetness around his cock coaxed Alex out of his simple dreams. He remembered, faintly, a vast darkness, filled with copies of himself. The greater importance of this lingered in his mind, then faded, as memories of dreams so often did.

Pleasure dominated his mind. Whoever was sucking him off really knew what they were doing, which narrowed the scope considerably. Keeping his eyes closed, he played a little mental game of guessing who it was.

Thinking was difficult. It only became harder when the submissive tomboy realized her Master was awake. The previously slow and tender care became aggressive. Whoever it was wanted to milk him of his seed. That was a common trait among his haremettes, but only one skilled comfort hole was this ferocious a cumslut.

Alex opened his eyes to find his choice confirmed. Red lips, reddish skin, red hair, with a pair of green eyes that burned with passion. Blair glided up and down his cock, taking the entirety of his impressive size into her throat. When the engorged head scraped over the insides of her bulging neck, the redhead's eyelids fluttered. A muffled scream stirred the other women around.

Putting a guiding hand on her head would have been Alex's regular course of action. Alas, he was as covered in women as he was every morning. Kiara had claimed his chest that morning, the shortstack laying in all of her squishiness on his abs and pecs. As if to drown him in tits, Selana and Tess had managed to claim his sides. Like a good girl, Niara used one of his toned thighs as her pillow. Blair was straddled over the other.

The throat of the cumslut was hot, hotter than that of a normal woman. Another giveaway that Alex could have used, but had not realized. Her pussy was drenched, a fact that he felt on his leg. Blair was riding his shin, rubbing against him while stuffing her upper hole. The throat of his private slut was every bit as sensitive as her pussy.

The up and down of Blair's head experienced a trembling slowdown when an orgasm made its spasming way down up and down her spine. She glided up to the top, nostrils flaring while she took quivering breaths. Unsteady hands gently rolled his heavy balls between them.

First thing in the morning, Alex could not take more. A loud grunt was all the warning he produced. The seal around his glans tightened. The tip of Blair's tongue circled the sensitive spot at the underside. His seed surged from the tip of his cock. Blair squirted against his leg, the pleasure of sucking him off overwritten by her love for his cum.

Heavy and thick, his enormous load filled the cheeks of the focused woman. Her eyes were crossed, a silly look focused entirely on the shaft before her. A dark hand gripped his shaft and pumped, helping the repeated ejaculations into the cumslut sucking at the tip.

Niara kept on pumping his cock, her face as blank as usual. Her outward lack of enthusiasm was in contradiction to her action. She was glued to the sight, not deviating from it in the slightest. She jerked him off steadily, without any obligation or reward. Alex believed to have her figured out enough by now to know that she was enjoying watching another woman spasm.

Blair removed herself from his cock very slowly, careful not to lose any of his delicious seed. Her shapely rear and swollen cunt came to sit on his leg. She supported herself on his thigh, then opened her mouth to present the gathered load. The white, thick sexual fluid formed a small lake. Pearly white teeth and her tongue rose from it, the latter stirring the fruit of her lustful labour. "Swallow," Alex ordered her.

The redhead closed her mouth and eyes. Audibly, she gulped down his seed, shuddering head to toe as it went to her stomach. Proud, the private slut's lips parted again a moment later. She let her tongue hang out to really show off that she had swallowed it all.

Alex was almost as horny after all of that as he had been before.

"Niara, I want you to go next," he instructed the Kenyan submissive.

There was a moment of hesitance. Like a few others, Niara was not yet in the realm of even 'good' cocksucker. Unlike others, she simply believed in his earlier statement that he wanted them to improve. Rather than spend any time talking back, she shuffled closer, then began her part of the morning service.

It took a while for her to make him cum like that. There were the usual hiccups. Her gag reflex was too strong to deepthroat him and her tongue did not know yet quite where to aim. The result was a very slow rise to climax. Niara remained dedicated the entire time and did gradually improve.

Alex was in no hurry either. The rest of the haremettes were waking up around him. Little chats broke out while others were touching their fellow female with growing confidence. It wasn't that the harem Alex had found for himself was somehow bereft of confident women, just that casually groping boob and butts of women that had been, in many cases, strangers less than two weeks ago took some getting used to.

Still, that was a process ongoing that no one objected to. The few women that were not in a mood to be touched first thing in the morning went downstairs to get their bath in. It was a less necessary affair than usual. Having ended the day with a bath orgy had resulted in a lack of stickiness. The milder weather of the day also helped.

Things progressed as per usual, right up until they went to breakfast, Besides the fruit and fish that the eldritch servants so readily provided, they were also given some of the nutribars from the survival box that they had found 2 days prior. The tree had reached it and the other tomboys had loaded it in while Alex's party had still been out.

Alex checked the best-by date on the bar that the mass of oddly firm, black goo handed him. Beneath the usual warnings of keeping it away from the sun was the set of numbers that informed him there were only 2 years left on these bars. Plenty of time for them to take advantage of them, but also against company protocol. Anything less than 5 years was supposed to be changed out, just out of caution.

'Someone definitely skimmed money on this box,' the man of the island thought, then put the bar back on the tentacle/tray of the amorphous servant. "We should keep those for a rainy day," he declared and all the other women handed the bars back as well. Fruit and fish would serve them well enough.

Alex also had to note the changes that had happened overnight to his haremettes. First and foremost, he had looked at Janette. The short-haired brunette kept glancing down at her chest as she moved. The breasts jiggled whenever she tilted. Over the course of just a few days, she had gone from petite, to medium, to a now large pair of boobs. Alex felt two ways about it. On one hand, he was just a man, and bigger breasts were always wonderful to look at. On the other hand, what was the purpose of a harem if all his women eventually just had huge tits? He enjoyed the look and feel of the diversity and hoped this trend would not continue forever.

On a much smaller note, Tess' hair had grown longer. From around her upper back all the way down to the middle.

"Seems like no one had major physical changes today," Alex said.

"You sound slightly disappointed," Jane remarked and made an offhanded gesture.

The response to that remained unsaid. Flickering lights around the elf's fingertips had grabbed the attention of everyone around. Focusing on her hand, the redhead circled her wrist. She drew a short-lived oval in mid-air. It quickly dissipated into dancing motes of golden light.

"No major physical changes," Amethyst echoed her Master's sentiment, "but changes all the same." She gestured at one of the cups the servants had made. The water within trembled and rose, defying physics in the process. "You bring to me the joy of being a spirit of the waters once more, Master, although this time it is a connection from my interest, not from my nature."

"Magic..." Jane's stoic exterior crumbled for a moment, replaced with the giddy excitement anyone would feel when they were suddenly able of drawing lights with their will. "I will have to practice this."

"You will have plenty of time," Alex promised her. As per her his previously stated policy, he would not take along women that had accompanied him on the day after. Amethyst, Jane and Astrid would therefore sit pretty.

"Why didn't I change?" the Swedish woman lamented. "That's weird, isn't it weird?"

"A bit," Alex agreed. Of the six companions that had been with him the last two days, five had further changed away from baseline human. Only Astrid seemed to remain the same on every level. "I think your back tattoo is a bit more green than blue now?"

"Mhm..." the blonde nibbled on a piece of fruit and dropped the topic. If she had awoken her own magic overnight, then she would find out over the day.

"Don't worry, Astrid, you're pretty too," Evelyn teased.

"Dude, you're such an ass," Astrid called out her fellow tomboy, without any malice in her voice. "Did you get used to eating with fangs yet?"

"It's a minor challenge," Evelyn answered.

As quips and banter around the table ran their course, Alex considered who he would take along for the adventure that day.

While Astrid having gone largely unchanged introduced some uncertainty, it still appeared that it was travelling with him to more dangers and more magic was what allowed further transformations to occur. With that in mind, Alex first narrowed down his choices to those that had not yet gone through that second change, then simply let intuition take over. Once he had made his choice, he raised a hand and the banter grew quiet.

"Blair, Evelyn and Yahui," he announced his choices.

"Yes, Master," Evelyn was the first to respond. The dragon woman grinned. She lost no time rewarding his choice, gliding to the floor and wrapping her breasts around his cock. "I will see to it that our enemies are undone and your cock is serviced."

A line straight out of the kind of power fantasy that Alex had enjoyed reading in his free time. "Mind joining her?" he asked towards Blair. "Your lips would feel fantastic on top of her tits."

"Sure," Blair answered, as to the point as ever. "...Master," she added a moment later.

"You don't have to add it all the time, unless you want to," Alex assured her.

"I want to," Blair responded on her way to the floor. She crawled over, focusing on his cock - really focusing on it. One of the many factors that made blowjobs from this cumslut so hot was just how much of her mind was dedicated to the task. When she bowed over Evelyn's cleavage, her face was one of rapt attention. Even when she was too close to his cock to still look at it, Alex could sense the entirety of her focus laying on his manhood. Red lips on a red face wrapped around the tip, the raised temperature of her enveloping mouth hot and ready.

"This is the way our Master deserves to be treated," Evelyn cooed. The kneading of her breasts was felt through the juicy flesh on Alex's lower shaft. Saliva and precum mixed, dripping from the deliberately sloppy service Blair honoured her Master with.

"That's it... suck me off... serve me with your tits." Alex's half-whispered words caused both women to moan. They had been given an order by their Master and his devilishly smooth voice translated it into a contract they were all too eager to fulfil. Every second spent acting as he desired rewarded them with visible delight. "Yahui, I want you to join."

"As you desire, Master." The Chinese woman moved with all the grace of her profession, sliding onto the floor opposite of Blair. She found the only spot still open to her, diving beneath the ongoing service, and planting a kiss on his heavy sack. The cool touch of her lips was swiftly followed by a second, then third kiss. The fourth translated into a long ritual of licking and whispering unheard, but very much felt, compliments to his manhood.

The pleasantly cold touch of the gymnast contrasted heavily with the passionately hot sucking at the tip. In-between was Evelyn, squeezing her nice and large breasts around his dick. She was not as endowed as the true tit-fuck slaves in his harem, but she had enough and she worked it with enthusiasm. Between the three of them, all of his manhood was in an erotic embrace.

The other tomboys followed the scene with arousal. Tilting back in their seats, they openly masturbated. Tess started, Sophia followed, and one by one the entire harem turned into a self-pleasuring display for him to feast his eyes on.

"Cum with me," he ordered them. The magic in his voice made a coordinated effort moot. They did not need to edge, to wait, to reckon when he was close. Their fingers accelerated. Fingers squeezed the tips of sensitive nipples. Hips trembled in the air. Heels pushed against the ground in anticipation. "You three, finish me off together."

Evelyn backed away, Yahui rose, Blair released his cock from her mouth, then they served him in unison, His haremettes were finding their unified rhythm. It was evident every time they did something together that they figured out not only how to pleasure him but how to pleasure him together. Their tongues trailed his manhood, covering every centimetre of it with their attention. The only competition there was a friendly one, pushing each other to do their utmost in pursuit of his approving grunts. Six eyes met his, three gazes filled with desire for his seed.

His cum surged from his balls. The latest in his series of morning reliefs was no more and no less intense than the ones that had preceded it and the ones that would doubtlessly follow it. White and thick, his semen rained down on their faces. Evelyn got the most, but they all had their taste, while the symphony of orgasmic cries filled the room. With his orgasm came the climaxes of his entire harem. Spasms and unsteady moans turned each of these renowned athletes into gorgeous pictures of submission. By their Master's will, they rubbed their clits and dripped onto the wooden floor.

"Phew..." Alex let out a held breath. The sound amused some, the chuckles mingling with the soft moans of afterglows. Yahui and Blair cleaned Evelyn with their tongues. Once that was done, they went right to working his still rigid cock. "Alright, go easy now," he told them. "I need you to listen."

"As you say, Master," Yahui answered, while the other two continued their kisses and licks at a slower pace. She immediately rejoined them.

"We actually have an option on what we can do today," he said. "We can explore the island as per usual, or we could explore that ruin we found."

"Much of it is underground," Tess threw in. "Wouldn't you need a light source?"

A valid question, to which Blair had an answer. "I can glow. I mean that literally."

Alex slowly nodded to that. He had seen her test that ability here and there. "As does my sword. It's nothing compared to a flashlight, but it's what we have. I doubt we will find a better light source by just wandering around."

"We could test the gauntlet," Astrid suggested.

Even if not a torch, that item had to be useful for something. It had been made with enough care to survive the test of time while the house around it had crumbled. "Yeah, we should do that," he agreed.

One of the liquid servants was on the move before he had finished talking. It sprinted as best as such a creature could sprint, a sight as humorous as it was weird. Rather than running on legs, it spun like a wheel. A part extending upwards, a moving pillar of hardened sludge, remained steady despite the constant turning. The base flattened when it came to a halt, presenting the gauntlet to Alex.

To his surprise, it appeared the eldritch butler had given it a cleaning. Dirt and debris that was stuck to the stone plates had been cleaned off, revealing the surface in its entirety. It was a grey stone, nothing out of the ordinary, found in every cliffside around the island. Four fingers, one thumb, covered in segmented plating that transitioned into the cover of the back of the hand and then the forearm.

Its stone make was still sturdy. In places, the surface had cracked off, especially around the forearm segment. It looked like it had sustained several heavy hits. At least that was what his intuition told him would cause that kind of damage.

While a gauntlet made of rock was odd enough on its own, even weirder was the way the segments were kept together. A deep brown cloth was fused with the inner surfaces of the plates by no doubt magical means. When Alex testingly tugged on one of the finger segment protections, it was like pulling at the branch attached to a tree. There was no yielding there, no glue he could simply overcome, the two materials were well and truly melded.

The gauntlet was lighter than Alex would have anticipated for something made of stone, although he reckoned that had more to do with his highly elevated strength. The palm, interestingly, was only thinly covered. Whoever had made this, they had done so with the intent to retain as much of the sense of touch as possible. The palm was also the only area with notable damage to the cloth. It was not time that had done so, but usage. The deep brown fabric had the typical marks of wear and tear of being worn consistently, even more apparent after being cleaned by the servants.

"Good job," he complimented the liquid thing. It, to his mild surprise, saluted with a swiftly grown tentacle. He was vaguely aware that these things had a mind, although not a truly sapient one. Their minds were dedicated to the question of how to serve them best. The fact that these things had, even after cleaning it, elected to present it readily, told Alex that the item either was not dangerous or that its danger did not reveal itself easily.

"Anything?" Blair asked. The redhead stopped sucking his cock for long enough to ask that question. The entire time, her, Yahui and Evelyn had dutifully continued to slather his manhood with their tongues. A slow service, as they did pay attention to what he was doing, but a service all the same.

"Not much yet... Evelyn, could you hold it for a moment?" Alex requested.

"Why not?" the haughty woman asked, pulling her nose away from the base of his manhood. A few seconds after she had received the gauntlet, it began to shrink, turning from something made for his size to something made for her. Every dimension was adjusted, from length to thickness, to be relative to her. When he took it back, it returned to the massive size that would have fit him.

"Could be a simple size changing enchantment... only one way to find out at this point." Alex turned the item in his hands and then, arm pointing away from everyone else, put on the gauntlet. Nothing happened. He wiggled his fingers, then made a fist. "It is comfortable enough," he said slowly, confused by the lack of anything of note occurring. He moved the now covered arm carefully. He laughed to himself.

"What's happening?" Charlotte asked. "Is it tickling you?"

"No, I was just realizing that I did not miss wearing clothes at all," he told all of them. He only realized he had put the naked hand on Yahui's head when he felt her silky hair. Not an unnatural motion, quite the contrary. Guiding the ups and downs of her head was the regular state of being now. An appreciative moan vibrated around the head of his cock. Yahui quite enjoyed the presence of his palm.

He was still uncertain what the gauntlet did though.

"I'll do a few things, might look silly;" he warned them. He began to gesture around randomly. He was careful not to point at anyone, choosing to 'target' objects in the table first. When none of that did anything, he decided to pick something up. One of the fruits, still uncut, sat in his hand, he held it at varying angles.