Chapter 1767 - Island 10

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 slow 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, pleasure of sucking him off overwritten by his 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 submissve.

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 was 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 gone from petite, to medium, to a now large pair of boobs. Alex felt two ways about it. One 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.

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

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"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 midair. 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."

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"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."

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"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 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 mouth enveloping 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 fulfill. 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 relieves 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.

When he had it rest on top of his palm, it fell into his hand.

""Huh?""

The generally confused reaction, he shared, but he had the advantage of being able to turn his hand back around. Nothing happened until he wanted the fruit to fall out. At that point, it dropped from within his palm and was caught by the liquid servant, who handed it back to Alex. He repeated the process a few times until he was entirely certain.

"It's a storage enchantment."

"A Gauntlet of Holding?" Ashley suggested a name for it, or maybe she was just commenting - probably both. She was no doubt chronicling all of this for that book she was always writing in her head.

"That would be a name for it," Alex answered, then experimented some more with it.

The storage room in it was fairly impressive. Alex could fit a dozen of the large fruit inside before the next one only sank in halfway. The process of putting something in was as easy as pushing something against his palm and retrieving it as simple as thinking about the specific item and then either letting it drop out or pulling it out. The order did not matter. Whatever space there was inside, it was too esoteric in nature to bother with such things.

The limitations to it were simple. There was the capacity and the question of what he could fit into his palm. Anything wider than his hand got stuck at the threshold on the way in. With some tricky angling, he could get certain items inside anyway, but then they were just as tricky to pull back out. Alex learned this after experiment with a peculiarly branched, young twig for a bit. He had to snap it in the end to get it out. He kept a small piece of it in the gauntlet, to learn if things within would still age.

"Not a torch, but arguably more useful," he said and sat back down. The three women on the floor showed their agreement by sucking his cock again.

[New Mechanic: Inventory.

The Gauntlet of Holding lets you hold 4 items inside it that work within the aforementioned limits. Importantly for a dungeon crawl, one of those items can be Rations. A ration is a non-defined quantity and variety of food that is required to feed Alex + Party for one meal. They need 3 meals a day not to feel hungry. Foraging while out in the jungle is very easy, but on a prolonged dungeon dive you may find yourself needing this food.

You do not yet know if the Gauntlet of Holding prevents the spoiling of food and other items.]

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There was only one final point of discussion.

"Since this allows us to transport some loot more easily, I want to check out the abandoned city in detail," he told everyone. "The tree needs some rest after all the swimming, so it will remain here."

"Roger that," Tess answered for everyone.

"We will leave in an hour or so," Alex reported. "So take that time to prepare."

They chose to make him cum one more time before separating.

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"This thing is so cool!"

Astrid was pulling the food that Alex had stored in the Gauntlet of Holding out of it, only to put it back inside. The Swedish fairy had an understandable interest in the magical item. As much as, day by day, hour by hour, they got more used to the magical, it was still fascinating to see.

Next to the blonde sat Kiara. "Let me try it!" the ginger demanded. The Irish dwarf had an even greater interest in items, it seemed. Alex was still learning about each of them, but it was pretty readily apparent that Kiara valued material wealth more than the others.

'Makes enough sense, she was not one of the athletes,' he thought to himself.

"Do I have to share?" Astrid asked playfully, already pulled the stone gauntlet off her arm and handing it to Kiara.

The redhead turned the item in her hands, testing the stone by knocking on it, smelling and even licking it. She only realized how strange that must have looked when both Astrid and Alex laughed. "I am just following impulses over here, okay?" the bratty woman defended herself. "I thought we were all about that around here?"

"It does keep working out for me," Alex agreed.

Once it had shrunk down to her size, Kiara put the gauntlet on. While she played around with the enchanted object, Astrid enchanted Alex by standing up and swinging her hips over to him. A quick twirl around and she sat down in his lap. There was ample space, cross-legged as he was on the cushioned floor of the chamber.

"Only way to get me to wear clothes these days is if they are just as awesome." She wiggled a little more to the side, her shapely ass now on his thigh. "Being naked is just so much more fun." Her fingers wrapped around his quickly hardening cock.

"I'm in full agreement." Alex cupped one of the tomboy's small breasts. She curved her chest into his enormous palm. The reverberation of her chuckles was felt on his fingers.

"Dude, of course you are," she said with a smug smirk. "I love that you won the jackpot," she whispered seductively.

The little bit of mutual groping was as far as it went. Just a casual bit of side pleasure mixing into the conversation. "Having fun?" he asked Kiara.

"J-just a little bit!" Kiara stammered with a huge grin on her face. "What else do you think you might find out there?"

"I scarcely dare to imagine…" Alex contemplated what items they had gathered so far. "We found a magical tree, I have a titan's sword, Sofia has that rapier and Jane has her bow… but all of those are different from the gauntlet, I feel."

"Was about to say." Astrid's thump circled the sensitive spot on the underside. "Those are all… well, I wouldn't describe them as magical items, but they're more natural? The gauntlet was clearly crafted by someone."

"And I wonder what else people might craft… think there could be a, like, a container that endlessly multiplies gold?"

"What would we use gold for?" Alex wondered, his hand roaming up and down Astrid's delightfully flat stomach.

When she shrugged, Kiara's plump tits went into a jiggle that lasted a few seconds. Every motion of the shortstack did. "I just like the sound it makes."

"That's fair enough."

"Oh! Oh!" Astrid tapped on Alex's arm as if she had just remembered something world changing. "Maybe some kind of shapeshifting instrument? Like a guitar that can change how many strings it has?"

"That's an interesting idea." A bit of thigh filled his hand next. "...I would like magical collars. Well, I would just like collars."

"Bro, you already put a womb tattoo on all of us," Astrid pointed out. "You really don't need the extra mark of ownership."

"Hey, I'm the dom around here, I decide what you need," he answered jovially.

Astrid snorted and continued to pump his now well-lubricated cock. "Where do you want to cum?"

"I'm not close yet," he told her.

"Yeah, but you will get close."

"Mhm… Kiara's mouth."

The redhead blushed, the darkening of her cheeks elevating the freckles. "Alright, alright, I'll get in your lap too." Kiara took the glove off while walking over, then knelt down so her fat tits rested on his other thigh and her face was right next to his cock. "...I would like some kind of travel device."

"Like a teleporter?" Alex wondered.

"More like a magical horse, maybe a disk that hovers me around or something." Kiara made a sour face. "You're all so damn tall, I feel like I am slowing everyone down when I tag along. Plus, and I know you love to look at it, when I walk fast everything jiggles."

"I do love to look at that."

"Kiara, my gal pal, everyone like to look at it."

"Yeah, well, it's not very comfortable over a long distance."

"The woes of having the fat in all the right places." Astrid jokingly pinched a bit of skin. Taut as she was all over with her runner's body, she did have a healthy bit of fat to her. Subtle cushions right north of the hips that only elevated the pinch of her midriff. "I wouldn't complain about a wand that does random things. You know, like the staff from the Elder Scrolls?"

"Wabbajack, I think?" Alex tried to think back to it. It had been a minute since he had played Skyrim.

"Something like that."

Alex continued on. "I wouldn't complain about a shield or some armour, just to have it. Maybe another glove that let's me turn any combat into an arena? I would like to make sure you all are not getting drawn into my fights."

"Appreciate the impulse, but I also like to be useful," Astrid told him. "I get it, I get it, you're a guy twice my size and three times my strength and weight, so I'm not going to pull your weights but I am going to pull my weight, right?"

"Same, if we can help, we will, and we're pretty tough."

"I appreciate that." Alex smiled at them. "But I do want you to let me do the frontline work all the same." He grunted and tilted his head back a moment later. No further signal was needed for Kiara to wrap her lips around his cock. Her tongue swirled around the head, as seed filled her mouth. She gulped it all down greedily. Her fat ass twitched, while her own orgasm made her twitch. Astrid bit her lower lip, while watching it all unfold.

They continued to brainstorm potential magical artefacts afterwards.

"Does your hand get sweaty in that?" Blair asked.

"Surprisingly no," Alex answered. The weather that day was mild, which was to say that it was a tropical mild, the kind in which running around naked was broadly preferable. The constant breeze kept them relatively cool. The gauntlet should have prevented that relief from reaching his hand. "The cloth is very breathable and the stone just stays cool."

"Convenient," Yahui remarked.

Evelyn was more interested in getting going. The dark-skinned member of that day's party cracked her knuckles. It was clear the gold medallist was ready to add another feather to her cap. "North-east is what I heard?"

Alex nodded. "I hope I can find it." He used the sun to find the correct direction. The map in his head had proven accurate so far. His accurate spatial memory and imagination were gifts that had made him a successful pilot. "I'm confident in the direction, but these islands can be quite weird."

"You don't say," Blair drawled sarcastically, gesturing at her red-tinged curves. "Lead the way, Master."

The mixture between her focused tone and casual usage of the title threatened to combine with the view of her fit physique into yet another erection. Alex was constantly discovering the drawbacks of being capable of acting on his desires at all times. 'Discipline,' he reminded himself. He was getting better at indulging and he was getting better at focusing. A difficult but not impossible mixture.

It was easier when he walked at the front. Once he got moving, the blood was too busy providing his legs with oxygen to provide him with a hard-on. It was easier to concentrate when he was facing the rhythmic sashay of the bottom-heavy gymnast, the show-off gait of the sculpted triathlonist or the focused steps of the rider.

Imaging them proved enough. After thirty minutes, Alex took a cumdump break. There was no other way to call it. He stopped in the shadow of a boulder, gestured for the trio to approach, then dumped a load in each of them. Blair got her face fucked, non-verbally insistent on getting his delicious cum to fill her cheeks. The other two he fucked from behind against the stone.

"A bit rough," Yahui informed him after, when they were walking again.

Evelyn rubbed her pussy between steps, scooping up a bit more of the trickle of thick seed that escaped her. "I thought that was perfect." The dragon-horned women offered the mixture of sexual fluids to Blair, who licked it off without thinking. She shuddered with delight at the taste.

There was more where it came from. Yahui's sashay was slightly compromised, while Evelyn strut with her usual confidence. Both's cunts were gaping after being stretched out by his girthy manhood.

"You are made from sterner stuff than me," the Chinese woman readily admitted. It was obvious in their attitude and their builds. Evelyn was a quarter of a metre taller and all around more toned. Cycling, swimming and running were broadly more demanding on the body than rhythmic gymnastics as well. "I'm only bringing it up so I do not slow you down in the future."

"It's good that I learn where everyone's individual limits are," Alex agreed with Yahui.

"I do not mind if you restrict me to the usual forms of 'help'." She rubbed her throat with a mild smile. "Especially with the changes you are providing."

"I do know what you prefer and it's important to me to cater to it," he put it simply. "I'll do what pleases you, because it pleases me. It's that simple."

"And that's why you're my chosen Master." Evelyn purred.

When the conversation paused, it was Blair that changed the topic. "Is it all grass and jungle on this island?"

"Essentially." Alex looked around, his expression between cheerful and careful. Being on the lookout for his women was rewarding. That there was a genuine chance a three-metre tall rat could come charging at them was a bit more of an issue. "That's just the mundane layer of reality on top of the weirdness of this place though."

"I enjoy the weirdness," Blair said plainly. "Mind telling me more about your experiences?"

Alex looked over his shoulder at her. "I did tell you everything last night?"

"You told everyone everything last night," Blair answered. "I want to take the opportunity to hear more details. I want to ask my questions. I'm your woman now..." A hint of a blush appeared on Blair's face. She kept her green eyes focused on him all the same. "...and I want to act the part. Tell me about you."

"I concur with that," Yahui chimed in.

"As do I," Evelyn agreed with a strong nod.

Alex scratched his chin bashfully. He was a lot more comfortable learning about them than he was talking about himself. "Yesterday was a very lewd day, is how I would put it, so that was nice."

"Men," Yahui drawled, jokingly.

"I was a bit at the whims of fate though," Alex continued on. "I keep relying on my intuition and I joke about it, but I do wonder why I am so good at this? I'm the 'mongrel'. I've become pretty certain that this is related to my weird family. Just the logical dots to connect. That's causing me some greater questions though. Is all of this happening because of me? Am I changing you somehow?"

"If you are," Evelyn spoke sincerely, noting his uncertainty, "then none of us mind."

"And I love you for it," Alex answered just as sincerely. "That moment when we all agreed to stay on the magical island was… magical." He laughed at his own lack of better words. "I should have taken a class on public speaking."

"Is that not part of the pilot program?" Yahui asked.

"There were some courses on sounding professional and reassuring, but I never took a proper class on being an orator."

"I think you're a fantastic speaker anyhow," the Chinese woman said.

"That's because his voice turned into sex for the ears." Evelyn sized him up in a different way from the usual 'how do I want to be taken next by this hunk?'. "You're my chosen Master, maybe it would suit you to get more eloquent?"

It was as much a suggestion as it was a question. "I wouldn't mind - I am trying to fit in everyone's expectation after all."

"Which you are doing quite fine at - but we do have a lot of expectations," Yahui admitted.

Blair was staring ahead, even as she partook in the conversation. "One man, sixteen women. We can ask for some things for what we give up."

"What do we give up?" Evelyn snorted in amusement.

"Exclusivity."

"Exclusivity is for people whose man is regular and whose fellow haremettes aren't exceptional," Evelyn disagreed vehemently. "We only gain by being in this. Why would I want to be exclusive to a man when I can have him breed me while sharing the bed with such a gorgeous hoard of curves?"

"You are aggressively bisexual."

"Indeed." Evelyn smirked proudly. Her eyes jumped back to her man a moment later. "I make no demands of you, Alex. I have no need to. You will do what is best, I have trust in that."

"Where would I find an orator on this island…?" he wondered.

"Could ask Kiara, if you're serious about it?" Yahui suggested. "She wasn't the PR manager for nothing."

Alex nodded to that. Maybe he would try that in the future.

For now, the weird hills of the burrowed city were before them.

****

Alex led the way, sword in hand. He held the enormous weapon ready to lunge forwards. The confined space did not give him the open space to swing it that he had been accustomed to so far.

Not that the hall was really small. The ceiling was lower than Alex would have preferred, but not so low that he was in constant fear of bumping his head. The doorways were the only exception to that. Whoever had built this place had been shorted on average, although not dwarvish.

The opening he had made the day prior let light into the room. Nothing had changed in their absence. The mixture of Greek pillars and Mesoamerican lineart dominated the aesthetics of the walls. Being sealed away so long had left the wall paintings in excellent condition. They depicted nothing of particular interest. Dragons and giants and people, existing and fighting, all with the neutrality that he would expect from simple wall decorations.

Furniture around was scarce. Alex had not inspected it before, having only stuck his head past the entrance. Now the four of them were having an actual look around. It seemed the building he had unearthed had been some kind of public gathering, judging by the amount of stones that were worn from being repeatedly used as seats. A table at the far end was integrated into the wall the same way the gauntlet's stone fused with the cloth.

Whatever impossible blending of material these people had been capable of. It appeared they had used it like modern civilizations used impressive constructions of glass. It must have been costly, but not costly enough not to put it in impressive places.

"Looks like this was a waiting room of some kind?" Yahui theorized. "Perhaps a governmental office?"

"It looks that way." Alex bent over the counter, to see what was behind it. The answer was a simple room and in it a humanoid figure.

A figure that suddenly snapped into movement. Eyes flared green, spheres of light inside an otherwise empty helmet of simple design. It grabbed a spear and moved towards Alex, speaking words in a language that Alex could not understand.

"We mean no harm!" he was swift to assure.

The construct did not care. It moved forwards, spear raised. Its joints were filled with the same green glow, allowing its stone and wood limbs to move with increasing fluidity. Even after Alex retreated from the counter, the golem followed.

"Behind me!" he ordered his women, who were already moving. They knew not to move around wildly, not when their protector had a sword taller than they were. Not exactly the kind of precision instrument that allowed them to move around without care.

Yet, they were not helpless. Evelyn picked up a loose cobblestone to use as a weapon. Blair went into a judo pose. Yahui did nothing outwardly, but Alex could feel the chill coming from her. It was a cold aura, sapping heat from the air, yet somehow leaving him unharmed. The chill only affected the golem.

Which continued its march forwards unrelentingly, barking orders in that unfamiliar language. Alex couldn't even begin to place it. The intonations and constructions were nothing he had ever head and he had been all over the world.

Whatever the language was, the meaning was still clear: he had to fight.

Alex surged forwards. His limited combat experience so far had him taught one thing: that he was powerful. An overhead strike was impossible, given the ceiling, but a harsh swing he could manage.

The sideway swipe caught the construct off guard. Hard, the edge of the enormous stone sword slammed into the side of humanoid golem. It bend to the side, wood and stone shattering, revealing yet more of those materials within. It was a clear and hard hit - but it did not go through.

Alex's experience in devastating offensive had become decent over the last two days. His skill at defending, however, was purely an intuitive thing. When his sword came to a halt, the warden construct stabbed at him with robotic clarity. Twisting to the side, he prevented the blow from catching his pectoral. The tip of the spear found his flesh still, cutting a bloody trench over his side.

Alex was simultaneously cursing how big of a target he was and how much padding his size afforded him. Adrenaline kept the wound from hurting, but he know instinctively that it was not too bad.

"GRrrrrrrr…!"

The animalistic growl filled the chamber. Which one of his women was the source of it was a question answered quickly. Alex and his opponent locked weapons and Evelyn took that moment to charge in. The warden construct swayed her way, then was suddenly distracted by Blair following the example of the dragon-horned member of the harem.

The construct attempted to take a hand of its weapon. Alex noted delay in the motion and the sound of cracking ice. Yahui's frigid presence continued to weigh in, slowing the enemy until it had been grabbed by both of his forward haremettes. They swept the legs away beneath the enemy, sending it onto its back. Alex blade was still pressing down.

Alex reached out to his supernatural abilities and felt a surge like he never had before. His muscles sung with titanic might, swelling for a brief moment before returning to their regular, impressive enough size. A faint red glow spread over him like the searing cracks of an active volcano.

He roared, brought his sword down, and split the front of the magical construct open. His weapon sunk in a handwidth deep, but did not yet bifurcate the enemy. He only felt the counterattack, a futile and yet painful hick to his shin.

A second scream escaped his lips. He pulled the weapon back up just enough to regain momentum. Blair and Evelyn kept the golem physically pinned while the chill in the room slowed it. One more titanic effort of strength cleaved the enemy in half.

Alex cut the head off, just to be sure.

The man of the island and his women backed off and observed the 'corpse' of the mechanical thing. There was no blood, no fluid whatsoever, just wood and stone in an impossible union. Once they were certain it would not move again, they turned to inspect his wounds.

"Your skin… what is that?" Yahui asked, mildly alarmed.

"A spell of some kind, it is my doing," he assured her. That magic was already fading and with it the extra strength it had brought. The power of his sword felt like it was swelling, but stopped short of… what? A breakthrough? "I am fine."

"He is fine," Evelyn agreed, after giving his wound as good an inspection as they could, given the circumstances. "It's not bleeding enough to have hit anything important. We'll wash it out in the bath tonight."

"He also got a scratch on his shin," Blair pointed out.

Alex looked down at his leg. There was indeed a bleeding scratch there. More of a minor annoyance than anything else, but these things would add up. "Danger is inherent to fighting," he said the obvious. "I got pretty lucky that I was not hurt until now."

"No luck, only your ability," Evelyn told him, "and all abilities have their limit. I know you will improve."

Alex just nodded. There was plenty of motivation to do so. Aside from the pain being not exactly nice, he could not afford getting slain when he had a harem. Having all of these smiles to protect certainly provided a massive motivation to learn how to keep himself safe.

"I appreciate your confidence," Alex said and gave Evelyn's butt a life-confirming squeeze. "Let's see if we can salvage or learn anything from this thing, shall we?"

Despite his words, Alex was not actually involved in the search. He was made to sit down, to give his wounds time to clot. He doubted it was medically advisable to receive a blowjob while that was happening, but Blair serviced him all the same.

While the redhead moaned around his cock, Evelyn and Yahui tried to get anything of value from the construct. Its pieces were too heavy to be lifted and the spear it had used was fused to one of its hands, making it impossible to take.

After some time trying (and failing) to pry anything useful from the decommissioned warden, the two haremettes took a regular lookaround. Alex remained at high alert, especially when they disappeared into the backroom that the warden had come from. Ultimately, nothing else attacked them and the duo returned after a few minutes, holding a sizeable satchel.

"Something of use at least," Yahui said and opened up the packet. The aged leather creaked, but the condition was good enough to believe it would survive a few more weeks, at the very least. It unfurled into three segments, each lined with small holsters for tools. A few were missing, which also meant that most were present.

The tools were made from some kind of black, polished stone. There were carving hooks, small knives, hammers and wedges, a whole host of utensils used to shape wood and a few more to shape stone.

"These could be useful," Evelyn remarked.

"Indeed," Alex groaned and put a hand on Blair's head. The size of his palm made the head of the athletic, nubile woman look small by comparison. Demandingly, he guided her motions up and down. "Never wrong… to have more tools to use!"

GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!

Echoes of a woman's throat getting aggressively used filled the room, then suddenly stopped. Alex closed his eyes. Blair's nose pressed against his groin. His cock tensed inside her throat. Seed pumped down her gullet. A smile flitted around around the corners of the tight seal of her red lips. Eyelids fluttered, her own orgasm making her ass tremble on top of her heels.

Alex let go of her head. A few seconds after, Blair began to glide upwards. Her quivering tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. Every drop stuck in there was massage to the top, filling her mouth with everything he could give. Once she had reached the tip, she lingered, her nose working to get air into her lungs while her mouth continued to polish his cock.

Only when his dick began to deflate, did she back off.

"Thank you for the meal, Master," Blair purred, so delightfully submissive in her post-orgasmic haze.

"Everything for a good girl," Alex responded, then returned his attention to the tools. "We'll leave them there," he decided and pointed at a spot near the entrance. "Either we'll come through here again on our way back or we will grab it another day. We can find this place easy enough."

"As you say," Evelyn agreed, folded the package back up, and put it somewhere the sun wouldn't reach. "Do we delve deeper?"

The question was justified, in reference to Alex's injuries. They were mild, but mild injuries could lead to slip-ups that could lead to larger injuries. It could have been wiser to go back to regular exploration. It could also have been the case that this was the only major danger they were going to face.

The decision was his.

"We will keep advancing," Alex said and rose from his seat. "These injuries are light. If we ever want to find more, we can't be turned around by every little inconvenience."

The announcement was met with strong agreement by Evelyn and Blair and mild agreement by Yahui. Tomboys they all were, eager to take risks compared to the average woman, but there were still differences between them.

The three women got behind him and then they looked for the way forwards. There were two side corridors out of the room, but they had been blocked off using dirt. Rather than use their precious time excavating who knew how much earth, they went for the one open route. It was behind the counter, past where the golem had stood, and led deeper into this large building.

It did not take long for the known difficulty to set in: darkness.

The further they went, the less daylight managed to make its way from the entrance to where they were. Eventually, there was none left. The four of them walked with a hand on the wall. They were not in total darkness. Blair emitted a soft, warm glow, like a weak candle. It wasn't enough to really see what was ahead, but it was enough to put one foot before the other.

"We're playing a bit of a dangerous game," Yahui said. "If we get turned around in here, finding our way back will be a matter of luck."

"Yes," Alex answered. He had known that going in and it remained at the back of his mind constantly. However, he had decent hope that this was going to work out one way or another. Perhaps his titan blood just felt home surrounded by rock and dirt. 'The ceiling could be higher though.' "So far, I can keep a pretty good mental map of it though."

The corridor was angular was corridors tended to be. They took one left turn, then went right at a fork. Not that they had much choice in the matter, the other way was sealed with yet more dirt. If they kept a simple layout like this for the rest of the dive.

They walked at a slow pace. Always mindful of where they planted their feet next. Ancient ruins like this smelled of boulder traps or nests of venomous snakes. Best not to move hastily, even if that meant they progressed crawlingly.

Something reflected the light cast by Blair ahead of them. It gave Alex pause and he readied his sword, pointing it at the glint while he advanced further. The air was tense for all of three minutes, while they very, very slowly made their way to the source of the glint. As they did, it multiplied. Light broke on multiple facettes.

They were crystals. Multi-sized crystals of various sizes, lining the walls of this round chamber. In the middle of the circular room was a pillar. Between it and the crystal-covered walls, there was just enough space for Alex to walk through. The sight was strange and only became stranger when he noticed that there irregular patterns on the pillar. It was layered like a totem pole, grooves carved into the blend of wood and stone. It almost looked like a circuit board.

"This clearly has to be useful for-" Alex's voice hitched when Evelyn suddenly took hold of his cock. It was a tender touch, playing with the flaccid thing. In reaction, his dick swelled quickly, soon becoming the target of venerating strokes. "You're very eager," Alex pointed out.

He wasn't sure if he was making a criticism or a compliment. On one hand, he wasn't sure taking blood away from his brain when they were facing a mystery was a good idea. Under Evelyn's hand, his dick felt really good however.

"I'm following the old mantra - to keep a man happy, keep his stomach full and his balls empty." The short haired woman's mirth was clear in her voice. "To come even close that, you require constant service. I give that glady, Master. Your strength deserves a harem."

'God, thank you for putting me into this situation,' Alex thought, while Evelyn showered his chest with kisses on her way to the ground. The pumping of her fingers was swiftly joined by softness of her lips. It felt crazy that a three-times gold medalist was treating it as her privilege to suck him off in the middle of some ancient ruins. Crazy and yet completely right. This was his service to enjoy, willingly given and very enthusiastic.

That he was not the same person he was just a week ago was apparent in just how easy he found it to think despite the tongue swirling around the head of his dick. In fact, it almost was easier to think while he had a submissive in her rightful place. Every time she rolled his balls in her palm, things were just a little easier to contemplate.

No doubt that was also an effect of the mongrel blood in his veins, the incubus part specifically.

Yahui and Blair were not bothered by the scene. Quite the contrary, they tacitly supported it all by keeping a lookout. This was the life that he wanted, the reason why all of them had voted to stay on the magical side of the divide: because nowhere in civilized society was this every going to happen.

"If you want to be my comfort holes at every stop, I won't complain." Alex placed his hand between Evelyn's horns. The olympic tomboy moaned, sending pleasurable vibrations through the cock halfway in her throat. A demanding pull stuffed the rest of his thick manhood down her upper fuckhole.

Evelyn was learning fast to enjoy oral and how to make it enjoyable. She wasn't there yet with the true cocksucking sluts in his harem, but she would be in due time. Her gag reflex was diminishing by the day, to the point that Alex felt confident he could fuck her throat for bursts of up to ten seconds before he had to let her steady herself.

GLACK! GLACK GLACK!

The noise was a nice backdrop to his efforts to understand what he was looking at. Esoteric symbols covered the pillar, symbols that he could maybe understand if he spent enough time analysing them. Before he went for that approach, Alex reckoned it was smarter to look around for any lasting traces of human activity. The purpose of a place could often be gleamed from what had been repeatedly touched.

"I'll be walking around," he warned Evelyn.

"I'll be there to keep your cock nice and warm, Master," she assured him with a smirk, half-hidden by the darkness.

She kept to those words, crawling besides him as he took a look around the chamber. Whenever he stopped, her lips were on his dick again, venerating it as if it was the idol of her god. "Blair, can you stick close?" Alex requested. "I need your light."

Wordlessly, the red-skinned woman did as requested. Alex was momentarily distracted from the way the trickle of pussy juices caught the amber light radiating from her skin. He managed to keep his eyes focused on the main task, however.

There were hand imprints on the wall, two kinds of them. One was left by paint, surrounded by more of the esoteric symbols, and the other was worn into the stone through repeated usage. "Reminds me of buttons that were pressed constantly," Alex muttered. He knew this well from the cockpit. There were the few instruments used in every flight, whose surface had been worn down by skin oil and simple contact over months and years, and the many instruments that saw rare or no usage at all.

The imprints were in gaps between the crystals. Alex scanned for the most worn one and gently placed his palm there. Something was pulled from him. It felt a bit similar to having blood drawn. A faint glow spread through the surrounding crystals. He pulled his hand back before it could swell further. The glow stayed, basking the room in a pleasant twilight. It was much easier to see the esoteric symbols behind the crystals now. It was also much easier to appreciate the rapid bobbing of Evelyn's head.

Alex put his hand on top again, guiding her to go for longer, deeper, slower ups and downs. They helped him think more.

"Mhmm… ah…. Delishioush…" Evelyn moaned between the ministrations of her tongue. She expected him to excel and he could hardly disappoint a woman that was trying so hard to please him, could he?

Alex had no idea what exactly he was looking at. Some kind of device to store and turn magical energies into light, that was what his intuition told him. 'Most magic works of intuition,' he thought. There was a system to this. If he could just guess accurately and confidently how it worked, then he was certain he could activate it.

A line was faintly visible between crystals, as if a finger had rubbed against the stone a thousand times over as many days. It went away from the worn palm imprint and towards and a neighbouring one.

Alex placed his hand there as well, feeling that slight pull again. Next he spotted that one of the crystals was lower than the others. He walked over, Evelyn crawling after him, tending to his cock again as soon as he stopped. 'Looks like this one was used as an elbow rest,' he deduced, put hit own arm in place, and from there found the next imprint to press. The pull there was slower, the crystals only slowly gaining light.

Like this, he progressed around the room, bit for bit causing the crystals around to activate. When the room was at a level of light akin to a modern office building, he turned to the pillar.

Now that he could inspect it properly, he realized that there was an oddly shaped pebble laying on the ground right before it. It was too smooth and polished to be there without purpose. Evelyn lowered herself into a horizontal position, still sucking his cock while he squatted down to pick up the object.

"Good girl," he groaned. A haughty laugh reverberated around his dick. Beyond that, only the wet slurping and noises of lips gliding over lubricated skin came from the willing comfort hole. She was working hard for her reward.

Alex weighed the pebble in his hand. It looked tiny compared to his paw, but in a regular human's hand it would have been about the size of the upper segment of his thumb. His eyes fell on the grooves carved into the pillar next. Like the wall, some of them were more worn than others. A circular indent near the bottom of the pillar suggested a starting point.

Alex pressed the pebble in place. There was another light draw on his magical energy, then it magnetized, remaining attached to the pillar without any force on his side. From there, he followed the grooves that seemed the most used.

The social intuition he used for this was correct. After five to ten minutes of shifting the pebble around like the stick on a manual car, he arrived at a second, circular indent. He stopped there. Something in the air changed. Then, previously unseen crystals in the corners of the corridor before and behind them lit up, basking the underground in magical light.

"That solves one issue," Blair remarked.

"Impressive," Yahui commented.

Evelyn reacted to the success in a more aggressive manner. She put her arms around Alex's hips and deepthroated him with extreme vigour. Success was Evelyn's aphrodisiac. She was making herself is oral bitch. She buried her nose in his groan. She screamed with delight. She let her eyes roll. She made her tongue worship every centimetre of his cock.

Alex met the offer, grabbing her head with both hands and plunging into her upper hole as roughly as he could get away with. It did not take long for him to reach the point of no return, then spurted his seed down her throat. He could hear the soft pitter of her pussy juices squirting over the stone floor, while her stomach filled with his cum. Unevenly opened eyes fluttered in orgasmic pleasure.

Success and a tomboy guzzling down his cum, what more could a man ask for?

"When you're done with Evelyn, check this out," Blair called out.

Alex allowed Evelyn the time she needed to ride out her own orgasm. He was under the impression that his women preferred it to do so with his penis still present inside him, although that could have been his personal preference making him see things. He would ask at some point, maybe get some sort of taste profile going.

What she definitely enjoyed was polishing his cock with her tongue afterwards. It was a parting effort. Despite his ability to keep going, he was slowly deflating to half mast. 'I am getting better at forcing my mindset on my body,' he thought. When he had been limited in this regard, he had enjoyed every erection he managed to get to its fullest. Now that he was capable of just continuing, he had to force his body to relax. Not the easiest thing to learn.

"Thank you for the service," he said when Evelyn backed away from his cock.

"It's my pleasure, Master," she responded with a crooked smirk. A hand went to her neck, rubbing it as if trying to massage in the cum she had gulped down. "It's more of one every time."

Alex looked away before her glistening lips washed away his resolve to keep going. He walked over to where Blair and Yahui were waiting. 'Should I… yes,' he told himself and grabbed the Chinese gymnast's ass on arrival. "Your turn next," he whispered into her ear, loud enough that the other two could hear it.

The black-haired woman blushed, giving him a surprised and pleased stare. He smirked back, squeezing her bubble butt a little more demandingly, even rubbing her pussy, wet from what she had witnessed, with his index finger. She was enjoying his casual shows of dominance. That was the reason why he leaned more into it in the first place.

"Blair sucked me off in the first room, Evelyn served me here - your turn next," he specified further. "When we stop, I mean."

Yahui audibly swallowed, nodded, then remembered her voice. "...Yes… Master," she swooned, her graceful tone as soaked as his fingers were.

He pulled his hand back and left it at that. A stewing submissive was a happy submissive, only outdone by the finally fucked submissive. That Yahui leaned a bit more into the vanilla side of things than the others changed little about the inclinations that all of them, miraculously, shared.

While sending another thanks to whatever deities out there had made the stars align, he looked at what Blair had found.

It was a wood-stone box, about the size of a shoe carton. Tree-like branches grew from each of the four corners, connecting with an overhang that looked like it had been a living plant once. Now, those branches were withered. Inactive runes lined the inside of the box, in which a singular crystal lay.

Blair picked it. Her cool expression shifted slightly towards concentration. The crystal began to glow like the ones lining the walls had. Concentrating a bit more, the redhead made the light focus, disperse, swell, and diminish.

"A magical flashlight," Alex commented.

"The box makes them," Blair asserted and pointed at a crust at the bottom of the box as proof. Alex leaned in closer and came to the same conclusion. It looked like a second crystal had been in the process of forming before the power had run out.

"That's a bit big for the gauntlet…" Alex said and gave it a testing tug. It had been put down in a specially carved out socket, but nothing actually held it in place. It had some weight to it, but nothing one of three trained female athletes couldn't lug around for an extended period. "Evelyn, can you carry it?"

"No problem," the dragon-horned woman said. He tasked her with it for no other reason that she was the tallest and strongest of the three.

"We keep going, I take it?" Yahui asked.

"Indeed," Alex confirmed, then lead the way.

It was considerably more comfortable to walk through the illuminated corridor. With all that happened on these islands so far, Alex felt like he was the strongest thing walking around. He wasn't vain enough to take that feeling as a certainty and if there was anything that could really hurt him, it would be a creature that could take advantage of the dark.

That or an arrow trap.

Alex sensed the floor giving under his foot. Immediately, he hurled himself back, holding his Titan sword up in front of him. Acting as a shield, the broad side deflected an arrow shot from the opposite end of the corridor. More of them were loosened from previously hidden holes in the walls. Had he advanced further, he would have been turned into a pin cushion.

Either because the mechanism was old or by some particular decision of the engineer, more arrows were loosened from the front with several seconds delay between them. Alex saw each of them coming and moved his body and sword between the sharp tip and his women. The finale came as a salvo of three. Two, he managed to block with his sword. The third, he plucked out of the air with his bare hand, saving Blair from the trouble of dodging.

Cautiously, he inspected the arrowtip. It was just stone, fused to the wooden shaft, no weird substances sprinkled on top. He showed the arrow to the others. "Think it worthwhile to take these along?"

Evelyn put down the box and gave one of them a snap test. It broke as easily as a dry twig. "Can't see what for. We can just sharpen wood if we need stakes."

"Fair enough," Alex said and dropped the trap weapon. They probably had decreased in quality over the years, stored within their trap holsters. "Stay behind me."

Lowering his sword to the ground, Alex advanced like a blind man. Tapping the ground with a sword that thick, huge and heavy was not its true purpose. Granted his magical grip, Alex could deal with the torque just fine and advanced step for step. They triggered one more trap on the way, opening hatches at foot level. Checking on them, they were filled with snake skeletons.

"Are they coming alive?" Yahui asked.

"Doesn't seem that way. The undead thing we encountered before was more grey wooden anyhow."

They progressed further, mindful of the traps, until they reached something like a buried plaza. Several houses were placed around it, each a sort of pillar that held up the stone ceiling. They checked the insides of some of the houses, but never found anything of interest, just crumbling or useless items proving that people had once lived there.

Interesting was that they had clearly progressed to another part of this buried city. Alex wasn't sure when exactly they had left that building they had entered through, but it must have happened. That there was a stone ceiling also hinted at the fact that the city had been, at least partly, designed to be buried from the outset. Maybe it had been from the start?

"Do we check that out?" Blair asked and pointed at a large structure. It was separated from the rest of the houses by a long, long corridor that sloped down as it went. By the time it reached the building, it was deep enough that it was three stories tall despite being underground.

"That screams 'trap'," Evelyn remarked. "What do you think, Alex?"

"I think it will be worth it."

The man of the island scanned the slope. He would need at least 20 steps to cross it and there were ample of ridges and decorative carvings in it that could turn out to be pressure plates or other mechanisms. He could disable them all or he could do as before. There had to be some path that the people used to take even when the traps were active.

"Is this where I should be serving you?" Yahui inquired.

"That you even need to ask," Evelyn scoffed. "Master's brain is engaged, his second head needs stimulation too."

"I prefer to offer before I engage. The choice is Alex's."

Evelyn hummed at that answer, putting a hand on her hips. "That is also a proper way to show where you are in the hierarchy," the dragon-horned woman admitted. "I should have thought before I spoke."

"You have a habit of thinking you are correct," Blair weighed in, her tone dry, the hint of humour easily missed.

Evelyn did not miss it. She blew air out of her nose, accepting the joke at her expense with a casual wave. "So, Master, do you want your third pair of holes to serve you?"

"Not right now," Alex answered and cautiously began to walk. "Wait over there, just in case I set something off."

Worry was on Yahui's and Blair's faces, while Evelyn continued to behold him with her usual confidence. To validate only that last expression, he focused on his feet. He would have to be very careful about this one.

There was a trodden path here. It was difficult to see. Tracking was not one of Alex's sharp survival skills, but he had a rudimentary understanding of it. His eyes and expert spatial thinking made up the rest.

There had been initial clues on the walls. Handmarks of someone steadying themselves. From the position, Alex assumed it was after a jump. With that in mind, he had reconstructed a path that he was now following.

20 steps would have been the direct trek towards the entrance. He walked a diagonal, careful to remain on the lines between decorations. There was a mild give on both sides of the gap, but not enough to trigger the plates. It must have been a flaw in the design that thieves or servants then took advantage of.

Alex jumped when he felt he was in the proper position. His intuition was as sharp as ever and he landed safely in an open spot. His hands met the wall where the markings were, aiding in stopping his momentum. Then, he turned around and made out the next bit of his journey. After ten minutes of measured movements, he had made it across. He poked his head into the mansion.

Right by the entrance, a seated skeleton leaned against the wall. It was the first actual remnant of a human that Alex had come across. There was no flesh left on it. Even the insects that had gnawed it all off the skeleton had left. Only the bones remained. Bones and a miraculously preserved book.

Before he picked it up, Alex's eyes fell on a lever set into the wall above the skeleton. It looked as if the last act of this person had been to pull it down. Trusting his intuition on that one, Alex gripped it. The dust that had settled in the gaps over the years could not withstand his brawn. A massive mechanism beneath the floor shifted with a massive clunk.

Alex went out and tested an obvious pressure plate with his sword. No reaction. "It's safe now!" he shouted across and his women caught with him. "There's a skeleton," he warned, as they crossed the threshold into the building. Yahui muttered something in Mandarin when they passed it. "A prayer?"

"For the ancestors," Yahui responded.

"Are you religious?" he asked, interested. None of his women had really shown signs of following any faith with more than mild observance.

Yahui did not break the trend. "Just what I thought was proper. Nothing more and nothing less."

"Are we going to leave it here?" Blair asked.

"...Yes," Alex admitted, hesitantly. There were too many oddities on this island. He did not know the context, but it seemed evident that this person had chosen this place to die. "Without further knowledge on what caused the undead deer to appear, I am not moving anything." He picked up the book. "Except this, I guess."

"Anything interesting?" Evelyn followed him turning the book in his hands. It was more of a booklet, about as wide and tall as his hand and as thick as two fingers. The cover was wood, as was the spine. The surface was smooth, treated in a way that had made it impervious to time. Same went for the paper within. The pages were covered in symbols.

"Judging by the shape of the paragraphs and the symbols, it was a diary," Alex said and flipped through several pages. "Anyone recognize any of this?"

"That sort of looks like an alpha, doesn't it?" Blair suggested at one point.

"And that there looks like an archaic version of the traditional character for 3," Yahui muttered.

"Mhm…" Alex wasn't sure if they weren't just seeing things or if there was a script here that they could decipher. "Evelyn, think you can also carry a book?"

"No, that would be too heavy," she answered with obvious sarcasm. He put the diary in the box that she was already lugging around. She then proceeded to put the box down.

They had a look around the rest of the estate, but found it to be in the same state as the other houses, just with more rooms to sift through. Alex could have had Yahui at any point. Skeletons were not aiding in arousal though.

There were more opportunities for it down the road, no doubt.

"Hey, Alex!" Evelyn shouted across the mansion. "I found a way down!"

Alex had been checking another sideroom with Yahui. The two of them met up with Evelyn and Blair, down a corridor and a flight of stairs. What seemed to be a regular cellar at first opened up into a cave system after passing through another door. The same kind of crystal as above was found here, although they were unworked and scattered randomly.

"Maybe the city was build shaping caves like this?" Yahui theorized. "There could have been aboveground formations that are now covered, which these building pockets are inside of. Further structures were then added between."

"That is how I played Minecraft." Alex got not reaction to that. "No one else ever played Minecraft?"

"No," said Evelyn.

"No," said Yahui.

"No," said Blair, making clear that Alex was alone in his blocky world.

They were, however, not alone in the cave.

The creature did not hide itself. It stood proudly in the glow of an orange crystal, wooden paws left and right of the illuminating object. Most of its body was made of wood, with stripes of grey stone inlaid into the body.

It was a tiger, plain and simple. It was the size of one and although its body was a facsimile of wood and stone alone, the head was a proper facsimile with fur and eyes of polished gemstones. It was almost lifelike and beheld them as they approached. When it moved its head, the motion was jittery, like a struggling mechanism.

Alex readied his weapon and approached slowly. The construct rose from its hind legs, every bit as aggressive as the first one they had encountered. It was such a waste to smash these ancient, magical machines to bits. Alas, no other choice was given, if they wanted to proceed.

Both opponents moved left and right within the corridor. Alex familiarized himself with the ranges he had available. The cave was a vast place, but at this particular spot there was only forwards and backwards, with four paces to either side.

The beast of wood and stone observed him in a similar manner. There was an intellect there, but it was calculating and driven. It had a point to protect and that was all it cared about. Its legs moved with light hitches on every other step.

In that, Alex saw his opportunity.

He lunged forwards, thrusting his sword as if it was an oversized rapier. Swift as its reaction began, the mechanical failures inside the construct kept it in place for just long enough that the broad tip of the sword could crash into the side of the beast's chest. Stone stripes shattered, the sheer weight of the weapon making even a stab a devastating delivery of momentum.

The construct let the excess force push it to the side, aligning its body in parallel with the blade. 'Shit!' Alex thought, immediately realized his mistake. He pulled back. Not fast enough. The beast stormed forwards, running besides the extended blade, and raked his right arm with its claws. An elbow to the throat warded off the bite that would have followed.

They disengaged from each other in a stumble, both put slightly off balance. Adrenaline dulled pain. Alex pulled his sword back in, ready to strike again. They were both on their backfoot, the question was who recovered to strike a second time quicker.

It was Alex.

Using the weight of his sword, he turned a tumble into a sudden charge. It was an inelegant approach, full of sways against the pull of imbalance. Inelegance hardly mattered when the impact was this catastrophic.

The greatsword swung, its stone mass moving at such a speed that the air howled around it. While he had run in, the beast had wound up for its own attack, but all it managed to do was a paw slap against Alex's hip. Painful and disrupting, but ultimately it changed nothing.

After stone stripes, the wood body of the beast cracked open. The edge of Alex's weapon sunk into the magically reinforced material, leaving a carved split from hindleg all the way to shoulder on the impacted side of the beast. It was thrown to the side by the excess force, tumbled twice, then caught itself.

Harsh as it had been, the strike was not yet decisive. Alex's inhaled deeply, his muscles starting to lame from the force behind all of his movements. The creature saw that opening and charged in again immediately.

A futile exchange of blows followed. The beast had the sole goal of keeping Alex exhausted, forcing him to keep moving while its own, supernatural make apparently made it immune or at least highly resistant to fatigue. Minimizing his responses, Alex let the blows bounce of the broad side of his blade.

The strategy of the enemy was obvious: keep the pressure up on Alex until he slipped up. Then, the beast would do as cats did. It would go for his throat and choke him out, taking his life with the curved canines. It was a sound strategy, Alex knew this by observation and intuition. He needed this fight to finish before things got to that point.

Throughout the exchanges, Alex realized one thing for certain: he was stronger. Every time the paw of the beast met the flat of his blade, it was his arm that stayed steady.

After one such exchange, Alex struck. He pulled his weapon back, then swung. He did not take the time to turn it. He considered that a waste of time in an engagement where seconds counted.

The broad flat of the blade smacked right into the construct's face. Having gone for a lunge, the tiger took the full force of the swing. The wood and stone body proved to be surprisingly flexible, compacting from the counterforce of Alex's attacked until it became the dominant momentum and sent the creature flying.

"Oh, by Master, yes."

Alex heard the horny appreciation in the background. He would have lied if he said it did not inspire him to move a little faster, a little stronger, culminating in his blade coming down harder. The overhead swing that had killed other creatures instantly would do so here as well.

Would have, if the construct had not hurriedly pushed itself along the floor. A flurry of panicked motions, almost amusing to behold, took the majority of the creature out of harms way. Still, the cleaving blade broke and sliced a full front leg off the tiger.

Jittering, the creature rolled onto its three remaining limbs. It hobbled on, its eyes glowing with acknowledgement of the damage sustained. Still, it was not done and neither was Alex.

Now he had the momentum, two weaknesses to exploit and the confidence to do so. Without losing another second, the man of the island charged in.

The beast waited. It appeared aware of its own limitations, but that was no way to circumvent them. When Alex swung his sword in a wide arc, all the tiger-like construct could do was leap backwards. Despite the toll on his muscles, Alex reversed his momentum, going for a lunging step and a second swing.

Nothing could be done by the enemy that would not have led to its immediate destruction. Alex swung wide again and again, each time forcing the creature to back away. Getting it closer to the wall was the goal. There was no broader strategy needed here, just the pure overwhelming brawn and threat of destructive force. He might as well have aimed the propeller of an old-timey fighter plane at the creature.

And then, when the construct had no where left to go, it went for a desperate lunge.

It was off-balance, it was slow, it was a three-legged, crooked jump that Alex saw coming. He ducked under, grasped the creature by the neck and threw it. Stone and wood slammed against the cave wall. Dazed, the enemy slipped down, internal mechanisms sputtering - then Alex rammed his sword through the bottom of the damaged torso.

The flat tip penetrated all the way through, emerging from the other side, and nailed the tiger into the rock. Hastily, Alex released his sword and took two steps back. For a few more seconds, there was animation to the construction. It clawed in his direction, trying to bring final harm to him. All useless, it remained locked in place until, finally, the last fumes of energy ran out.

"A splendid show," Yahui complimented him. She and the other two tomboys approached him, quickly checking his new wounds. The manifold cuts of cat claws on this right arm looked worse at first than they were. By and large they were shallow and would likely heal in a few days at most.

"I would like to have some kind of armour," Alex confessed, as he went to pick up his sword. The instant his fingers wrapped around the handle, he felt a surge of energy go through it and into him.

An awakening was offered to him and an awakening he readily received. Power sung in his blood. Stone formed from his skin. Patches of it all around, that encased him in a flexible layer. In an instant, it burst, leaving him standing there, unchanged.

He blinked a couple of times and looked around. "Did you see that?"

"I felt something," Blair responded first.

"More of a vision then," he muttered. "I think my titanic blood just responded to that wish." He pulled that sword out of the creature. Wood and stone clacked on the cave floor, while he inspected his blade. It had felt like that weapon had been absorbing his experiences as he took in challenges. Was it helping him grow, specifically the titan-related side of him? How far could that be pushed?

That was a matter to experiment with in the future. For now, he decided to treat himself. After scanning the direct surroundings for any other dangers, he put the sword against the cave wall.

"Check if there's anything valuable around or anything you can salvage from that tiger," Alex instructed his companions. "Yahui, while they do that, it's time for you to do your part."

"As you wish, Master." The black-haired woman was quickly by his side. A laughing moan reverberated in his mouth when he picked her up and kissed her. "Leave me capable of walking," she warned him, her warm tone contrasting her cold, pale skin.

"I'll try," Alex grunted. Blowjobs were all well and good, but a man wanted something more. Carrying her in front of him, feeling her breasts against his broad chest, was all he needed to get rock hard. He placed her against the cave wall. Tongues whirled. His cock rubbed against her pussy, coating the underside of his shaft with intensifying wetness.

Yahui's breathing became harsher. Little animating cries entered their kiss. She melted in his embrace and returned it. Arms and legs wrapped around him, steadying herself. When he drew his hips back, she eagerly aligned herself. Both of them worked of simple intuition.

It was not an immediate success. The first thrust glided off her swollen pussy, as did the second. The third time, he penetrated the outer folds, pulled back out a bit, then glided up between the valley of her pussy lips. Yahui shuddered with every centimetre that glided over her exposed clit.

The Chinese woman gave up on leaving things to feeling around alone. One hand wrapped around the cock of her Master, she guided him to the hole he owned and kept him steady as he stretched out her entrance. "Oh, Alex," she cooed.

"Nice and tight," he grunted back. He enjoyed the gradual conquest of her pussy. He had last had her that morning, less than half a day ago, and it still was exactly what he had desired and more. The gymnast was well trained and he felt that in the way her muscles shifted behind her folds. Wide hips circled. Smooth thighs pressed against his sides. Her low body temperature made it all a slightly alien experience. All of her gasps and moans were lively, encouraging him to do more.

Yahui's head titled as far back as the cave wall allowed. "So good," she loudly whispered. He was fully inside her now. His large hands held her hips in place. He slowly pulled back out. Her insides clung to him tightly, making him fight for every bit that left her. Her feet pressing into his back did not make that any easier.

Tantalizingly slow, he pushed back into her when he was only halfway out. Her initial reaction was that of a held breath. Not what he was looking for. On his second thrust, he shifted the way he balanced her on his hands. Just a bit, not much was needed to alter the way his cock glided over her walls.

"Yeeeeees!" Yahui moaned, long and satisfied, when he had found the proper angle. "Just… just like that, Master…!"

"Is that how you talk to me?" Alex asked, a laugh audible under his demanding tone.

"Just like that, if it pleases you, Master!" Yahui exclaimed. Her voice was rapidly rising in pitch. Pleasure made audible through wonderful vocal cords, a melody that made any dom try his best to keep it going.

The distances they still had to walk forced Alex to restrain himself, as did the hardness of their surroundings. It was a welcome limitation. Rather than rough and hard, he went at it methodically. The intimacy of their kisses and slow loving clashed with the danger of the environment and the aches from his many small wounds. A clash that elevated all emotions in the mix.

Thrust for thrust, over the course of many minutes, he closed in on their mutual orgasm. He made sure it would be mutual, by stopping whenever she got too close. She giggled the first time it happened and whimpered by the last. "Please let me cum, Master," she begged. "Fill me and make me cum."

Alex went for a final sprint. Only for those last few seconds, he moved with such force that the impacts of his groin on her thighs echoed in the cave. Screaming, Yahui's short nails scratched his back. Her limbs clenched around him as much as her pussy did, all in anticipation of the inevitable moment when he ceased thrusting.

Deep inside her, he released. Spurt after spurt of cum emptied into her. Pussy walls gripped him like a vice, relaxed, then gripped him all over again. Nothing was more effective than a cunt at wringing every last drop out of him.

After all of that, he felt considerably lighter. A victory fuck really was among the sweetest ways to celebrate risking his life. Once his flaccid cock was out of her, he put Yahui down. She gave him a smirk, "My legs are fine."

"You can still stay seated for a moment," he told her with a smile of his own, then turned to the other two. "Anything useful?"

"Not really," Evelyn answered.

"We managed to take the teeth out," Blair added, showing him one of the larger ones. They were visibly different from the other materials used in construction. Polished and white, the teeth were still fully intact, despite all that had happened in combat. That quality was all that they had going for them though.

"Tad disappointing," Alex confessed. "Maybe it was guarding something valuable?"

A hint of that famed draconic greed glinted in Evelyn's eyes. "I hope so."