Alex periodically checked over his shoulder. He did this even under normal circumstances. The fact that his cum was dripping between Yahui's gorgeous thighs was, however, an added bonus.
"The air is getting damp," Blair noted.
Now that she mentioned it, Alex noted that too. It was a far shot from the jungle outside. Still, given how dry the air had been so far, that changing meant that there must have been some source of water nearby.
Interested, Alex chose to use the moisture in the air to navigate the tunnels. They had been wandering the cave semi-randomly up until that point, moving slow enough that he retained the map in his head. Here and there, he had also used his sword to carve arrows into the rock, pointing in the direction they had come from.
The cave system itself was, essentially, empty. He noted signs of combat here and there. Claw marks on the walls and splinters of that rock-stone fusion. Nothing valuable had been left behind from those days. That was Alex's impression until they found the source of the water.
It was a vast pool, easily twenty of the man's paces across. Despite having been unmoving for a long time, the liquid within was still clear. Carefully, he put his hand in it and found it to be as pleasantly lukewarm as the air was.
While the presence of the man made pool itself was interesting, the tall totem in its middle was even more so. Like the architecture it was between ancient Greek and mesoamerican in design. In that it was also consistent with the other totem he had found by that house ruin the day before. This one was larger in every dimension and fused with the ceiling, technically making it more of a pillar than a totem.
Alex stepped into the pool. Its depth was consistent, going up to his thighs. Walking through such serene water felt a bit wrong, but he had something to verify. Carefully, he reached out to the totem.
It was of the same temperature of the surroundings.
'Weird,' he thought, inspecting his clean hand. The totem he had come across had been hot to the touch and before that they had found that ice cave with the sticks, one of which had been burned and one of which had been frozen. Was this part of that whole network or was was this entirely unrelated.
Hot lips around his cock did not interrupt his pondering. 'I love these horny tomboys,' he thought and met Blair's green eyes.
The redhead had evidently assumed that he required service and that it was her turn to provide it. She was right on both accounts. This was not a mystery that Alex would walk away from immediately and they had completed the first cycle of who drained his balls. It was only logical that Blair got to enjoy herself again, while Yahui and Evelyn kept watch over the several cave arms that connected to this large, underground chamber.
That he put a hand on her head was a gesture of control, nothing more. Unlike Evelyn, who loved getting guided, Blair visibly enjoyed sucking him off on her own terms. He did not fault her for that whatsoever either.
Blair was quickly cementing herself as the greatest comfort hole in the harem. The cumslut was a truly experienced cocksucker and now that she was his private slut, she was honing in on making the motions of her tongue perfect for him and him alone. The pure focus and dedication on her red-tinged face was all in service of the blowjob. Red lips glided over his shaft, a ring that was tighter where he was most sensitive and light looser when she was moving there.
The messy-haired woman knew exactly when to keep a pace and when to break it. For one stretch, she was rapidly bobbing up and down, demonstrating her total lack of gag reflex, the next moment she was whirling the tongue around the tip of his cock, moaning as she tasted his precum. Her hands were crossed behind her back, a clear pride taken in just how loud she could make him groan with just her hot mouth and tight throat.
Skill alone would have been delightful but what made Blair even more of an astounding cocksucker was her own enjoyment in the act. She had a sensitive throat even before his cum had taken on its new properties and now Alex was convinced getting her throat stuffed put her on a hair trigger.
Nose pressed against his skin, the redhead moved her neck in little circles. Shaft and head rubbed against the walls of her throat. They vibrated with her orgasmic scream, clenched with her spasms. She was even hotter with her eyelids fluttering.
"Fuck, you're treating your Master right," Alex groaned. "Get your treat, comfort hole."
Blair moaned appreciatively. She glided up, making it to the tip just before he could no longer hold on. Seed pumped into her mouth in heavy spurts. A cumslut through and through, her already unfocused eyes rolled up. Tasting him was everything she wanted. The water around her moved in sudden waves from the intensity of her euphoric shivers.
"My turn next?" Evelyn asked.
"No… I think she has earned herself two loads," Alex remarked. With his balls and thoughts lighter, he left Blair to her continued service and actually attempted to work this out.
A quick look over the totem pole revealed only that it was complicated - very complicated. Alex scanned the rest of the room for something else that might be of use. His eyes wandered to the ceiling and numerous side caves were up there.
They were too uniform in the size of the openings to be natural. The stone around them was entirely smooth. Without a ladder most people couldn't have gotten up there. 'Can't hurt to check it out,' he thought.
His cock glided out of Blair's throat with all the wet noises and wanton moans of a comfort hole that was not done sucking. "You said two loads," she complained when he was out of her.
"I'll be back in a moment," he promised and walked out of the pool.
Even as enormous of a man he was, Alex could not reach the caves standing. Crouching, then leaping upwards, he just barely managed to catch the edge with one hand. The second joined before his own weight could pull him back down. His back and arm muscles tensed to move the entirety of him upwards. He groaned when he pulled his head over the edge to find a practically smooth tunnel. There was nothing to grab to pull himself in deeper, so had to hoist himself all the way with pure strength.
Not as difficult as it once had been. While his weight had increased immensely, his brawn had grown more. After a bit of struggling, he rolled into the tunnel. He caught his breath for a moment, then had a looked around.
Nothing, the alcove was entirely empty.
Alex jumped back down, then repeated the game with the next tunnel. Doing that one time had been slightly taxing. Doing it three times was exhausting. By the fifth time he was actually breathing heavily. He was ready to call it a loss by the seventh, but there was only one cave left so he decided to check it out.
It was the correct decision.
While the cave was empty, there was a map etched into the back wall. Not a map of the archipelago as a whole, convenient as that would have been, but of an assortment of totems. A glowing crystal embedded in the wall marked their current location. East of it were two, then a vast gap, then another chain of five. Southwest of it was another one. It was almost the exact same pattern as he had seen in that ice cave. Similarities were mounting.
Alex jumped back down. His ankles and the aches of combat complained about the impact. 'Glad that was the last one,' he thought. "Alright, there was a clue up there. I am definitely sure now that this is related to that ice cave."
While he talked, Blair moved over. With wonderful naturalness, she resumed sucking his dick. She had to do a bit of coaxing first to convince his body he did not need the blood flow for climbing anymore. After that, it was all cock worship and throat-induced orgasms.
The fiery redhead kept his second head busy while his first one considered his next move.
Glack. Glack. Glack.
To the rhythm of Blair methodically stuffing her throat with his cock, Alex turned to Yahui. "You were the one that discovered that ice cave, do you have any intuition on this?" A glance downwards extended the question to Blair. As the fiery opposite to Yahui's coldness, she may have had her own comments to add.
His cock popped out of her red lips for a moment. Sucking in the gooey strands of precum and drool, Blair shook her head. "No idea." Two words, then she grabbed the lower half of his cock and wrapped her lips around the engorged head again. Shallow bobs repeatedly glided the tight ring of her red mouth glide repeatedly over the sensitive stretch between glans and shaft.
"If you are asking about pure intuition… I believe this is some kind of conduit."
"A conduit you say?" Alex asked, encouraging her to keep going with a gesture.
"The ice cave was unnaturally cold and you said you found another that was unnaturally hot. What I can sense here is that… there is some shift of temperature in the room. It is too minor to mean anything, but that is what I sense. I cannot measure it and I don't think you can feel it, but I believe it is there."
"Good enough for me," Alex assured her.
"A conduit for heat, then?" Evelyn asked. "A magical system to make a place hot or cold?"
"Something like that, is what I feel," Yahui confirmed.
"Difficult to confirm, but it does sound likely enough." Alex inspected the totempole at the centre. "You say you do feel temperature changes from that?"
"Slight ones."
"However slight does not matter, it means that this is theoretically capable of working… so if we can make it work to a degree that is actually visible, we could validate the theory."
Yahui hummed. "Is it wise to mess with things we barely understand, Alex?"
Laughing, Evelyn gave her fellow haremette a playful slap on the back. "We got this far by messing with what we do not understand. What Master wants, Master should chase."
"My thought process is not that expansive." As Alex spoke, Blair changed her approach up a bit. While stroking his full length in a firm grip, her expert tongue and hot mouth gave attention of his balls. Getting their weight tested by the cumslut send little shivers up his spine. "I am just thinking that this is the third time we have encountered these kinds of totems in some variety. The sooner we figure them out, the better."
"I can agree with that," Yahui said. "Or, to mimic Evelyn: 'Oh, your wisdom endlessly inspires me Master, please breed me!'"
Alex and the mocked olympian both snorted at the overplayed mockery.
"Alright, I know you are doing something you prefer." Alex addressed his current cocksleeve. "But, I would appreciate it if you could take an actual look at it."
"...How close are you?" Blair wanted to know.
"Not that close."
The redhead let out a short grunt and backed away. "Evelyn, can you keep him hard?"
"Oh no, I would hate to stroke Master's cock." The tall woman stepped behind Alex. Firm, soft breasts pressed against his back, the hard nipples pleasantly poking his skin. Slender fingers reached around, grasping his cock, and giving it gentle strokes. Precum soon covered her palm, allowing her greater speed. She stopped short of a pace that would have done more than keep him where he was.
Blair stepped back into the water, to give the pole her own analysis. She placed a hand on it. Alex stared at her ass. A curvy rear, shaped, like her thighs, by athletic achievements and the difficulties of riding horses. In thought, she shifted her hips left to right. They were not extraordinarily wide, but they did not need to. As a fit female in her nubile years, she did not need anything else to catch and keep Alex's attention. The pronounced redness of her skin only added an exotic layer to it all.
After a full minute had passed, Blair finally reported: "I got nothing new. I can sense what Yahui is talking about." She turned around, her eyebrows knitted. "Feels like a fireplace that's only got some twigs in it."
"Mhm…" Alex scratched the back of his head. He had hoped for a little more to go off of. 'Doesn't really get me any further in understanding this…'
Blair came back over. Evelyn backed away as soon as the cumslut was back at work to get her treat. The little distraction had evidently made her extra hungry.
In one motion, she sheathed the entirety of his manhood. Hot and tight, her mouth and throat massaged him. She lingered for a moment, giving him a confident stare. He could not help but let out a loud groan when she glided back up. Her tongue pressed against his underside, pressuring every sensitive spot she could reach on her way up.
Then she was back down again. Her cheeks were caved in. 'God damn, this woman could drink peanut butter with a straw.' Alex would have laughed at his own impulsive thought, had it ot been overwhelmed by the kind of bliss he experienced because of that suction.
Lewd did not begin to describe the kind of noises her mouth made while she rapidly and smoothly moved her head back and forth. Every break in her rhythm was just perfect, stimulating new nerves when repetition just began to set in.
"Oh fuck…," Alex muttered.
"Oh damn…," Evelyn muttered.
"Oh my…," Yahui muttered.
The two other haremettes had squatted down next to them. They did not touch themselves, too absorbed in watching Blair prove her oral expertise. The redhead did not acknowledge her audience at all, focused 120% on her task. Only the climaxes brought about by swallowing the length of his cock over and over again did anything to mess with her rhythm.
Alex roared wordlessly. The pleasure was so much, he did not realize he was cumming before the second spurt was already spurting into Blair's mouth. One hand cupping his tightening balls, the other around his shaft, she worked the entirety of his manhood, milking every drop and more he had to give into her mouth.
The climax straight-up wiped his brain clean for its duration. Thoughts did not restart until after Blair presented and consequently swallowed the enormous load. The eye-rolling climax that induced in her had her almost topple over where she knelt. She fell against Yahui's chest. The two began to make out instantly, hot and cold mixing.
"That's it!" Alex felt like his brain was getting blasted by a revelation. He marched on over to the totem, now knowing what he was looking for. "This IS a conduit. We had one place downstream that was way too cold and another one south of here that was somewhat too hot. This place has neither, it is at or near the equilibrium point. Something upstream the connection is sapping all the heat away."
"Okay, and what can we do with that?" Evelyn wanted to know.
"Mess with it." Alex found the assortment of points and lines that had been in the ice cave and the map above. Doubtlessly it had also been on the other totem they had found, Alex just hasn't recognized it at that time. "Yahui, Blair, come over here. I need you to be the hot and cold for this."
The two women did as he requested. He coordinated them to put their hands on specific segments of the pillar. As soon as they did, something in the air shifted. They blinked, then worked invisibly through the mechanic. Alex could feel their testing push and pull in the shifting of the water temperature.
The duo did not have as much power as the entire mechanism, but they could manipulate it. That discovery was fascinating on its own.
Yahui and Blair continued to shift back and forth, until something happened. What that something was, Alex could not tell. Maybe they had accidentally triggered some mechanism or the changes in temperature just had loosened it. Either way, something dropped out of a previously hidden compartment where the pole met the ceiling.
Alex caught it instinctively, checked on it with the same curiosity anyone would have had when they suddenly held something, and breathed a sigh of relief when it wasn't a massive insect.
It was a necklace. Wood was joined with expansive-looking, polished gemstones of red and blue. There were no sockets or anything of the like, the materials were blended like so much else down here. In the centre of the teardrop shaped thing, the colours swirled together, but never actually mixed into purple.
Holding it gave Alex a pleasant sense of warmth. It was drawing a miniscule amount of mana from him and appeared to turn that into some kind of bubble. He could sense it even if he could not see it. The same was true for Blair and Yahui, who gave him and the necklace an interested look.
"The temperature changes stopped," Yahui remarked.
"We didn't stop experiment," Blair added.
"Huh… so this keeps the temperature around its wielder stable?" Alex theorized and took a few steps away. It took him ten full paces of his enormous legs, before Yahui informed him that they could manipulate the temperature again. Handing it over to Evelyn confirmed that the bubble came from the necklace. "That will be useful in the future."
For now, he decided to hang onto it. The leather band went over his head and down to his neck. Because the range on the bubble was so gracious, he did not consider it an issue of who wore it, at least not while they were moving underground.
Yahui and Blair joined him and Evelyn once they were done trying the mechanism of the totem pole. "We have gone quite deep." The Chinese gymnast looked at the path ahead, then the path back. "Will we keep going?"
"I see no reason not to," Evelyn stated. "Not that it is my decision." The expectant gazes once more went to Alex.
"We keep going," the man of the island decided once more.
And so they went. Past the chamber with the heat conduit and down through the cave, until the cave itself changed. The semi-natural corridors were replaced with decisively manmade walls. Edges were smoothed out, stone blended with wood, until they eventually entered a gargantuan hall deep underground.
"Wow," Evelyn muttered, her eyes drifting around the place. Massive crystal clusters between stone trees illuminated the entirety of the forest. Bark of grey and bark of brown reached towards the distant ceilings. There were no leaves around, they had long since turned into a layer of dust on the floor. Knotted roots followed the patterns of the floor tiles, before fusing with the runic patterns that made up the wall decorations.
"This is as big as a maintenance hall at the airport," Alex remarked. As a pilot, he had been in the domain of plane engineers a few times. The scale of the matter had been incredible then it was twice as incredible now. Maintenance halls were impressively large, but ultimately they were fairly simple, empty constructions. This was filled with a forest, covered in ornamentations, and deep enough underground that the 25 metre ceiling had not been visible.
Had he not known magic was real, Alex would have thought he was hallucinating.
They spent ten solid minutes just tracting the outer perimeter of the space, scanning for dangers as they went. They found neither anything aggressive nor any further path down. This was the end of this road. With that established, they scouted for some more clues.
"I found something!" Blair shouted.
The rest of the party followed the red-skinned woman, as she waved them over to a clearing. In its centre was some mysterious contraption. It reminded Alex vaguely of a paper press. That wasn't the whole story of it, but it mapped onto it well enough.
"If I was a betting woman," Yahui began, looking at the contraption and their surroundings, "this is where they made the rock-stone mesh we keep encountering down here."
"Indeed… but how?" Alex wondered.
That was a question that would require investigation.
****
Together, they approached the machine. Alex had no idea where to even start with it. There were several rolls that had long since rusted in place. That there was rust was a new development in and of itself. This may have been the first bit of metal he had found in this place and it was so big and heavy that he could not hope to move it. The frame of the machine appeared to be carved from hardwood, the bottom was made from interlocked stone slabs that were supported by the ground beneath.
"My turn?" Evelyn asked.
The question pulled Alex's attention from the riddle in front of him for a moment. Although the olympic tomboy was interested in the contraption in her own way, she did prioritize serving him. "It would be your turn, yes," he confirmed, then took her by her luscious hips. An ancient pillar in front of him made for an acceptable support for Evelyn's elbows, while her round rear became the resting place for his cock.
Alex leisurely thrust back and forth, enjoying the softness of her cheeks around his hardening manhood. His eyes wandered up the furrow of her spine, up between her sculpted back muscles, over the back of her short-haired head and back to the machine in front. Little gasps of the easily excited submissive tingled his brain.
Once at full mast, Alex adjusted his aim, instead sliding between her thighs. Her pussy was already wet enough for penetration, but he found teasing Evelyn for a while to be a greater entertainment. The muscles in her thighs were firm and yet yielded enough to make sliding back and forth in-between a fantastical piece of foreplay. Every time his shaft glided over her sensitive labia, she cooed. When he prodded her clit, she moaned.
While he coated his cock with the mixture of their juices, his eyes continued to roam over the mechanisms in front of him. Dust covered much of it, especially the basin at the centre. Another oddity, considering how little dust they had seen around this encased place.
"Did they cut down the trees and fed it in there?" Yahui presented a theory. Her and Blair were circling around the object, looking for clues that Alex would not be able to see from his angle.
Alex, meanwhile, felt his brain expand.
Whether it was the heightened blood flow from sinking into Evelyn, the continued problem-solving of the day, or just a stroke of genius, he just got it. "No, none of the trees have been cut down," he told Yahui, over the satisfied cries of Evelyn feeling every centimetre of his cock spreading her folds.
"There could be some stumps elsewhere in this huge area," Yahui defended her thesis.
"We have seen none and these trees aren't the foundation of the production anyhow. Their roots are on top of the tiles, meaning that they were added after this hall was built. If they were essential, why make the operations requiring them so deep underground? Granted, on its own, there might be an esoteric reason we're unaware of, but…"
Alex stopped for a moment, his train of thought interrupted by just how good Evelyn's cunt felt. "Oh, Master!" she proclaimed, audibly turned on by his competence. "I can't wait to give you an heir!" A smack to her rear rewarded her for her readiness to be bred. Her pussy clenched like a vice, an orgasm ripping through the cocksleeve.
"...but," Alex continued. "Everything that was in the machine is dust. The trees are still here. There are no stumps, there are no cutting tools, there is dust in the machine but the only dust around is around the trees, presumably from their leaves."
"So the leaves then… no," Blair ended her own train of thought early. "The trees weren't here originally."
Evelyn's screaming got a bit loud, so Alex grabbed her neck from behind and gave it a firm squeeze. The dragon-horned woman closed her mouth with an audible clack. Her pussy gushed like a good fuckhole should. Alex rewarded her by pounding her a little harder. He would carry her back home if he overdid it.
"Indeed, also the colour of the dust in the machine and on the floor is a bit different, if you look at it closely. One is brown, the other is brownish grey."
"Huh, so it is," Yahui confirmed.
"If anything, I think these trees are an obfuscating presence… maybe they are a kind of weed that grows in these particular circumstances?" Alex had reached the bottom of that well of genius. "We'll have to look for other clues…"
****
They spent the next hour shuffling around the place. It was a big hall and all of the stone trees broke line of sight, making looking for something a difficult matter. It was made even more difficult since they had no idea what they were looking for.
Alex's initial stroke of genius had not lasted, so they were just scanning randomly, hoping something would stand out. No such look.
They were taking the lunch break by the machine. It was the only thing that they had found that really offered any sort of clue on how this chamber operated.
Stored fruit were sweat on Alex's lips, made all the sweeter by being offered by his haremettes. Evelyn and Blair fed him, while Yahui enjoyed her turn sucking him off. Since they had been down there for so long, their little cycle had played out several times by now. Semen marked the insides all of their thighs. Swallowing had kept their faces mostly clean.
"I think we might be at a dead end," Blair suggested.
"Mhm…" Alex hummed. He was unwilling to leave when he felt like he was so close. "Let's stay just a bit longer. We have the time."
His decision wasn't questioned Yahui obediently bobbed her head in his lap, icy blue eyes seeking in his another orgasmic revelation. He did fill her mouth with cum, but the big idea remained absent.
Between frustration and post-meal horniness, Alex picked up Blaie. The redheaded woman let out a pleased sound as she was simply lifted up by the much larger male and impaled on his cock. Stretched out by earlier usage, the sex slave took him to the hilt effortlessly. Her folds clenched down all the same, giving him the tight embrace that he craved.
"I'll be rough now," he warned her. There was the limitation that he shouldn't be too aggressive, lest their walk back became a sore endeavor, but at this moment he just felt like exorcising some of his frustrations.
"Whatever you want, Master," Blair gasped, her own brain swimming in the cocktail of chemicals created by what had been, effectively, an hour-long orgy.
Swinging steps bounced the red-skinned tomboy on his dick while he walked them over to the nearest tree. The bark was just smooth enough to make for a pleasant backrest for Blair. While he hammered her against it, her legs closed around his waist. She showered his neck and collar with kisses. Lewd gasps left her red lips. Her shapely ass rested on one of his enormous hands.
His right arm was up, elbow to wrist across the surface of the tree. More and more of his weight leaned against the tree. More and more, the excess force of his pounding rippled in the trunk.
Blair throwing her head back was the final nail in the coffin. That little bit of extra force made the enormous fusion of wood and stone tilt. Roots snapped. Something gave. Blair squirted all over her Master's cock, while he hurriedly took two steps backwards. The tree he had pounded her against fell over, its weight too unbalanced. The roots, spreading only over the surface of the floor, offered it no anchorage whatsoever.
A chamber was revealed beneath the tree. A rectangular, empty space that went down further than it was wide. The implication got his brain racing and he moved to the next tree, resuming the pounding of Blair.
Was it necessary to do this by fucking the obedient cocksleeve? Absolutely not.
Was it necessary to exchange her for Evelyn, then Yahui, then back to Blair? Also not.
Was it a rush to topple over massive trees by pounding the brains out of olympic athletes? Absolutely.
After thirty minutes of fucking and felling, the ring of trees around the machine had all been toppled. Under each tree was an empty chamber, all of them connected by grooves in the floor that previously had been covered by the rootwork.
Alex's concentration was temporarily broken by the three tongues working his shaft. All three of his companions were worshipping his cock. Blair in the middle was absolutely venerating the head, while Yahui and Evelyn tried to emulate her technique for working the shaft.
"Good - girls!" Alex pressed out, just as his balls tightened. A huge load surged into Blair's eager mouth. She gathered, spurt for spurt, in her mouth. Then, to everyone's pleasant surprise, she shared her Master's cum with her fellow comfort holes view tongue-twisting kisses. 'Really good girls,' Alex thought with a smile
While his women busied themselves with enjoying the taste of his seed, the man of the island took a detailed look at the chambers.
There were remnants of some kind of smaller plant in each of the holes, some of them contained in casts. Breaking them open showed various animal or human shapes, such as the tiger they had encountered earlier. As Alex was already convinced that the trees were not originally down here, he puzzled the rest together quickly.
The machine was not actually responsible for shaping the wood-stone, it was a planter and cast maker. The plant, or whatever it ought to be called, responsible for the wood-stone mixtures was likely able to be worked by coaxing it to grow in such casts. The trees that were currently around were just weeds that had thrived in the absence of overseers.
Alex returned to his women and explained his understanding to the them while getting his cock polished some more. "So we could potentially find some seeds or something similar of this plant?" Yahui asked.
"Potentially… for now, you keep worshipping my cock though… I'm close to something." The lewd way he had solved this mystery had heated up his blood, specifically the incubus part of it all. It was growing stronger with every submissive lick.
****
Guided by the lapping of the sex slaves, his mind descended into that inner world. Ever stronger, the black space filled with life. From the centre of his soul, the veins of ancient bloodlines spread. Hundreds were still withered, few were revived, but from those few new life flowed into those that were decrepit.
Alex beheld the deep purple vein of his lustful, demonic vitae. Like a branch of a mighty tree, it ended in him and started in him. It was his duty to make it that way and to that end he needed the luck of a horny devil. That thought, that intuition, that purpose mingled with the stirring power and wrote a little exemption into the contract of reality. An exchange that for every great feat of eroticism, he would be rewarded with a small stroke of luck.
A manipulation of karma, it could be said.
The man of the island snapped back to reality. Ecstasy tingled up and down his spine. The sudden orgasm surprised his women. His seed marked their features, spurt for spurt covering his territory in thick white. When the final spurt was massaged from his cock by Evelyn's pumping hand, all three looked like they had been at the receiving end of a bukkage. The amount of semen was truly excessive.
Yet, they all took their turn licking the drops from the tip of his shaft, before they turned to cleaning each other. Cum was scooped up on fingers, licked up with tongues, and each taste triggered a mirco-orgasm in his sex slaves.
"How are the legs?" Alex asked, after all was done.
"Weak," Yahui answered, a hint of accusation in her voice.
Alex scratched the back of his head and averted his gaze in bashful guilt. "I'll carry you if you need it," he promised.
"We'll be fine in a bit," Evelyn spoke for the three of them. "You'll have to look for anything interesting on your own though."
That was more than fair recompense for what he had done to their sense of balance. Venturing out, Alex toppled over some more of the trees in less enticing ways, checking the chambers beneath. He eventually got lucky and found what he had been hoping for.
A casing contained a seed. Alex was fairly certain it was a seed anyhow, as he had no idea what else it could have been. It looked like a smooth but not polished rock. It was big enough to fit comfortable in his calm and had a strange warmth to it. 'Vitality,' he thought.
He was about to return to the party with his price, when he noticed something else.
It laid between the two tiles, in the grooves that roots had previously occupied. Green glowing and knotted in its spherical shape, it emanate a strange feel, as if it was placed there deliberately to annoy someone or something. Alex immediately identified the object as something from the fae realm and something that was powerful. The answer on how these trees had gotten down here, perhaps?
'Can probably be used to improve our tree as well,' Alex considered.
With his two trophies in hand, he returned to his women. Proving once more why tomboys were the best, the trio had long since gotten up and were going through their stretches. The difference in their exercises was interesting to follow.
Evelyn was going through the motions of slow squats, each repetition making her large breasts and ample bottom jiggle. Blair did some basic moving around, shaking her arms and legs to make sure everything was nice and loose. Yahui enacted a whole yoga routine, bending and stretching her in ways that gave Alex new ideas on what ways he could have her.
Not right then and right there though.
"Everyone feeling limber?" he asked, as he dropped the two final items into the box they had found early on in the exploration. "If so, we're going to check on some of the side rooms we skipped past on the way up."
They did just that. After an hour of exploration and backtracing, they were certain they had seen all that this underground city had to offer.
Alex was the first to step back out into the sunlight. After so many hours spent belowground it was nice to feel the rays on his skin again. A mild draft carried with it the sweet scent of pollen and fruit.
"Grass is so much better than stone," Blair said. The serious-faced woman jumped from one foot onto the other, enjoying the feeling of green and dirt between her toes. Alex followed her example. Evelyn and Yahui joined them and, suddenly, for no reason at all, they were dancing in front of the ancient entrance.
There was no beat to dance to, besides the beat of their heart. They were synced up in this, finding opportunities to be fools together. Alex shook his shoulders like some kind of hippy and Evelyn laughed at him, only to copy the gesture. Yahui did the robot. Blair smiled and shook her head at what she had accidentally caused.
They danced until they were short of breath, then sat down in the shade of the mound the unknown civilization had behind. It was the middle of the afternoon and shadows were starting to get longer.
Alex took a deep breath and said, "Ow."
"Ow?" Evelyn gave his wounds another look.
"It wasn't a heartfelt 'ow'," Alex assured.
"It was still the first 'ow' you have let hear all day."
"That little dance number and relaxing just reminded me I got a bit battered." He put a hand on Evelyn's head. She was almost thirty, several years his senior, and definitely not a girl, but she could certainly blush like one when he smiled at her. The bashful expression on this haughty woman made his heart sing. "I appreciate it that you worry about me."
"It was difficult enough to find my perfect man, Alex, I'm not letting you go."
"I second that," Blair said. The red-skinned woman had shuffled over to his other side and now inspected the scratch on his leg.
"I think you have earned yourself some rest." Yahui pressed her breasts against his back, her body a pleasant cool against his. "If it pleases you."
Alex ended up nodding. "I think spending some quality time with my lovely harem is exactly what pleases me," he answered and got up. He motioned to pick up the box of loot, but Evelyn moved in-between.
"You did more than enough today, I can carry this," she insisted.
"We can carry it," Blair offered.
They ended up passing the box between the three of them as they made their way back. It was less a necessity and more of an act of camaraderie. The burden did not need to be shared, sharing it simply deepened the bonds that their dungeon dive had already reinforced.
Alex smiled broadly, his mood as sunny as the tropical day. With every hour that passed, he and his harem were making more memories together, deepening what had started as somewhat of a spontaneous affair into a truly lasting relationship. It was the biggest reward of all for the aches and difficulties he had endured that day.
The Tree of Harem Life towered proudly, rising from the surrounding planes both with its prestigious size and striking red leaves. Some of the tomboys could be seen moving about. It didn't take long for two of them to set out and meet them halfway. Jane was easily identifiable by her bright red hair and Sara by the tall bunny ears that bobbed as she approached.
"Welcome back," Jane greeted them.
"Y-yeah, glad to see you!" Sara stammered a bit, getting on her toes to catch a first glimps at what was inside the box. "You found stuff… and injuries! Oh gosh!" She walked to Alex, making motions to inspect his side and the gash that the warden construct's spear had cut. "Are you fine? Can you- of course you can walk, that's, uhm… are you fi-?"
The repetition of her question was interrupted by a kiss, planted on her adorably moving lips by her Master. Alex could not see all of that worry being heaped on him and not reward it the only way he knew how. He felt a bit clumsy, like a kiss was just a halfway measure to what actually should be done.
Sara melted into it. Her hands trailed the shapes of his chest. Gently, very gently, she felt out his wounds. Jane was doing the same and was kissed the same.
He had sustained a scratch on his shin, the gash on his side, and a series of scratches on his right arm. Two wounds from the golem and one raking from the tiger. Of them, the cut on the side was by far the worst and even it was not deep enough to have cut the muscles.
"I'll tell you what happened inside. They're not bad, but I do want them cleaned," Alex told them
"Of course," his oldest friend in the harem answered with a hard nod. She grabbed him by the hand, guiding him towards a bath that they all knew the location of.
Sinking into the warm water was a tad unpleasant. The liquid touched flesh that was not meant to be exposed and his nerves revolted against it on instinct. The degree of heating made that a short-lived issue.
It was only him, Sara, Jane and the trio of companions of the day in the bath. Other tomboys had spotted them on the way, but Evelyn had ordered that it made no sense to have them all swarm him for a relatively short-lived bath. Sara and Jane were more then enough to help him with cleaning his wounds. One of the eldritch servants brought them a piece of linen from the survival box's med kit to that end.
After all the dried blood around the wounds was scrubbed off, they hardly looked like anything. They left the bath again, moved to the designated living room, and met the rest of his harem there. Most of the rest of his harem. "Niara, Valeria and Sofia are out hunting," Tess informed him.
"Hunting what?" he asked, a tad alarmed. He had seen what this island had to offer and was not entirely sure if a party of three of his women was ready for it.
"Whatever small thing they can find." Jane ran her hands over his shoulder. "They are not far. We had a strict agreement not to venture further than the tree can clearly be seen."
Alex put his trust in that. They were competent and Sofia was armed with a magical rapier, so it wasn't as if they were helpless. Waiting for them for the full report made as little sense as sending someone out to try and find them. They would learn of what had transpired in their own time.
"So… how did it go? What are these?" Ashley burst out, her curiosity having reached all that it could take. "Is this a mythical stone of Gungseoo? Is this box magical? How did you get it."
"Well.... it started with fighting a golem..:" Alex began the recollection.
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[Total Dungeon Report:
Buried City - 6 Floors out of possible 13 (Rolled 1d10+3)
Floor 1: Guardian Construct (Combat 4)
Floor 2: Crystal Lights (Mystery 6)
Floor 3: Trapped Mansion (Trap 5)
Floor 4: Woodstone Tiger (Combat 3)
Floor 5: Heat Directing Totem (Mystery 9)
Floor 6: Woodstone Manufactory (Mystery 9)
Loot:
Simple set of wood carving and masonry tools (Value: 6)
Light Crystal Grow Kit (Value: 13)
Diary in an unknown language (Value: 9)
Woodstone Tiger Teeth (Value: 5)
Necklace of Regulation (Value: 15)
Consolidated Mischief (Value: 17)
Woodstone Seed (Value: 13)
Alex has taken 4 damage and is at 7/11 HP.
Alex has used 2 Mana and is at 2/4 Mana.]
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By the end of the full report, the missing three had returned. They quietly listened to the tail-end, then asked the others for details, while everyone checked out the items they had gathered.
"We'll be deciding what to do with all of them before the orgy," Alex announced. "For now I want to take a few hours to just relax."
"I l-love that we have a lifestyle where we just have a… daily orgy," Sofia whispered. The fencer had taken a seat on his lap. An innocent seat on his lap, although that could have changed with one demanding word or gesture.
Alex was not feeling that horny at the moment. He had been using his body all day and been emptying his balls at every conceivable opportunity in the dungeon. For now, he was just content holding her and squeezing her thighs. Not being that horny did not mean that his hands did not appreciate the softness of the female form. Alex doubted he was capable of a mindset were boobs, butts or thighs were not his preferred handrests.
"It is pretty great," he agreed and placed a kiss on top of Sofia's head. "To have an orgy with all of you lovely tomboys."
Sofia giggle and rubbed her back against his chest. She tilted towards his right side, careful not to brush over his wound. "You'll eat meat today, Master," she promised him.
"Am I?" he asked. With all the other matters going on, they hadn't actually heard about the success of their hunt. "What did you catch?"
"A big rabbit… seriously, this big!" Sofia gestured out dimensions that could have described a moderately sized dog. "We gave it to the slime things to clean out."
"Good girls," Alex hummed. "Guess we'll have to start a fire."
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After a very satisfying meal, Alex would found himself alone with Tess and Niara. 'Alone' in quotation marks, as they were just a bit a away from the main group. Some of the women had elected to go for a walk, others were doing exercises together, yet others had decided to go inside for sapphic activities. As joyous as it was to hang out as the entire group, it was the natural instinct to splinter into smaller groups that allowed actual conversations to take place.
So Alex sat in the grass with Tess and Niara, enjoying the sunlight of the early evening. On one side there was a busty, pale, toned goth angel woman and on the other side was a lean, black, track and field wolf woman. He considered himself quite lucky. He also chuckled because of something that became evident in his periphery.
"What amuses you?" Niara wanted to know.
"I was just considering that Tess is so white that my left side is going to get twice as tan from the reflection."
"Ha-ha," Tess spoke a dry laughter bereft of mirth. "Do you ever get new material? I already heard every 'your skin is like a beacon' joke from Charlotte."
"Do you ever stop being this pale?" Alex poked back.
"You know as well as I that we are out of the realms of genetics here." Tess tapped the ephemeral silver halo hovering above her head.
"Maybe you are not trying hard enough?" Niara suggested.
"Haaaa-haaaa," Tess repeated the fake laughter, more drawn out that time. "Sure, I will try to tan. Your loss if you want all of your women the same colour."
"Now, now, let's not get hasty," Alex dissuaded. For all he knew, the magic in their bodies would respond to her desires and Tess would actually start to lose her paleness. While she would no doubt still look fantastic, something would be lost if the goth was no longer the colour of bleached paper.
"Oh, so now you have doubts, huh?" Tess drawled and gave him a playful shove.
Eyebrows furrowed, Alex matched the shove with equal relative strength. That was enough to make Tess almost fall over. She repaid him with escalation, throwing her all against his chest in an attempt to topple him. Much like the stone trees, Alex fell because he had not properly anchored himself
"Oy!" he complained and immediately began to wrestle with the goth tomboy. It was an entirely unserious application of force. She managed to grab him by the wrists and he did not leverage the fact that he was twice her weight and all muscle, where she was at least 15% tits and ass. Gradually, she pressed him down.
Tess grinned triumphantly, straddled on his chest like an amazon. "You're so weak, Master," she teased him.
Now that Alex could not let stand. His biceps and midriff tensed. Tess squawked in surprise when she was reminded that there were certain essential differences between men and women. Their new, supernatural bodies had made Tess no doubt more powerful than any mundane male, but compared to her dom, well…
Alex lifted her up and then put her on her back under him. "Who is weak, mhm?" he teased her, blocking the flailing strikes of her hands effortlessly. He managed to get both of her wrists underneath one of his much larger hands. She was still writhing at that point, but he had her pinned. "To the victor go the spoils!" Alex used his free hand to pinch one of Tess' nipples.
"Ah!" the masochistic submissive moaned. Both of those things she was, no doubt about - but she was most certainly a tomboy first. As such, her competitive nature did not let her fold so easily. "Little help here?" she pleaded. "Let's show this guy his place."
Niara tackled Alex's side. He gave her futile attempt a villainous giggle, playing the part he felt like playing. The Kenyan woman was about as tall as Tess, however they had vast differences in build. Most of Niara's muscles were in her legs, as she was a runner. Tess, meanwhile, was a well-endowed gym rat and thus had bulk on her side. In simple terms, the only reason why Alex began to tilt under her insistent duress was that he wanted the playfight.
Pressure lifted, Tess managed to get out under him. The two tomboys teamed up on him. Each grabbed one of his arms and at that point there was an actual struggle to be had. They managed to get him to the ground, before he partially got out of Niara's grasp and then rolled on top of Tess. She matched his turn with a turn of her own and they tumbled over the grass.
Totally coincidental, her hand ended up on his rear. She bit her lower lip while cupping a feel of his hard muscles. Alex did not understand the fascination with men butts, but he very much appreciated that they had it. He was getting his own squishy handful of the same but opposite part of her body.
Niara jumped on his back like a playful dog. She nibbled at his ear, her arms wrapping underneath his shoulders for a full nelson.
Tess put two fingers to her forehead. "Yes, hold him just like that - I'll charge my special attack."
"Wait - hold on - did you watch DBZ too?" Alex asked.
"Not all of it, but enough." Tess took her fingers of her forehead and poked his dick. "You're the one with the Special Beam Cannon though."
"Wow." Niara was so appalled by the pun that she released Alex. There were no further words from the serious woman, just a prolonged stare.
"Wow." Alex echoed the sentiment.
Tess had the decency to blush. "Oh, so that's the limit, is it?" she complained, the fluster accelerating her voice. "Selana keeps talking about it, but when I do it, that's too much."
"First, Selana is Selana, you are you," Alex told her. "Second, that pun was awful."
Grumbling, Tess sat up and crossed her arms under her breasts. "You just don't have a sense of humour," she drawled dryly.
Alex snorted in amusement. The truth was that the pun had been pretty good, but he had just been so surprised that it came from her that he sort of forgot to laugh. That and teasing women he loved always had its own entertainment factor. To appease her, he put first one, then five kisses on her cheek. By the end of all of that, she was on her back again and their wrestling continued. Niara pounced back in.
It ended for no particular reason. No one gave up, they just found themselves lying on their backs, looking up at the sky. Alex's arms were around the two of them, kneading breasts huge and small.
"I have better assets," Niara reminded him.
"Do you mean your ears or your thighs?" Alex wondered.
"...Meant my thighs. My ears are pretty fluffy though." Niara scratched the wolf-like protrusions atop her head. A begging glance at Alex was the only reason he needed to continue for her. A pleasured, vacant look appeared on her face.
"You're so easy," Tess drawled.
"You are the first one that 'enslaved' herself," Niara pointed out.
"He saved my life two times," Tess pointed out. "Just felt like the right thing to do. It was either 'Master' or 'my Hero'." Her fingers tapped over his chest. "Either way, I'm quite happy I went ahead and became his sex slave."
"You also encouraged me to pursue the harem idea," Alex reminded her.
"I just said that I am not a jealous woman and that sex slaves do not tell their owners who they sleep with." Tess batted her lashes with feigned innocence. "Everything was entirely your doing, Master."
Alex laughed at the idea that this would have gone half as smoothly if it hadn't been for Tess and him connecting so quickly. Because she had been so forward in the way she wanted to be treated by him, he had gotten to show everyone how being one of his submissives looked. That had cascaded rapidly into their current situation.
"Did you also watch Dragonball?" he turned the conversation to a different topic.
Niara nodded.
"I'm starting to think watching Dragonball is a filter that separates normal women from tomboys," Alex contemplated. "I'll have to research this. Did you watch all of it?"
Niara nodded again.
"You can use your words." The mockery in Tess' voice was greatly diminished by her light smile and the way she played with Niara's breasts. Alex was doing much of the groping, but the tomboys were regularly all over each other as well. Just a few metres away, Kiara currently got eaten out by Janette, filling the air with sweet moans.
"Or I can keep nodding," Niara answered. "Just not a very talky person. Sue me."
"Very well." Tess put on a too serious face. "Alex, as the man of the island and the owner of all other humans on it, you are the only one who is allowed to make a verdict."
"Your accusation is rejected, my pet is perfect as she is."
"Hee!" Niara flashed a broad grin, before rubbing her cheek into the groove between Alex's shoulder and chest. A few tranquil seconds passed. "Where did you stop watching, Tess?"
"Few episodes into the Buu saga. The whole Sayaman stuff just wasn't interesting to me."
"The series peaked with Cell anyway," Alex said. "Favourite character?"
"Gohan," Niara said.
"Tien," Tess added.
"You are full of weird surprises today," Alex remarked.
"Is it really surprising I like tall men with enormous shoulders?" Tess asked.
"...alright, I will give you that one."
They continued to banter for an entire hour.
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Alex wandered the insides of his tree. Just a bit ago, Janette had confirmed to him that the fae-thing he found could be used to expand the power of their home once more and by a wider margin than the seed he had found before. 'I wonder if it will get even bigger.'
As he pondered, Charlotte stuck her head out of one of the entrances. The abruptness of the gesture made her brown-furred fox-ears ears bounce. "Yo!" the French swimmer greeted him. "Can I sit on your dick for a minute?"
"You can sit on it for two," Alex answered jokingly. He approached with swift steps. "I just talked about Dragonball with Tess and Niara for an hour."
"Cool stuff," Charlotte said without a hint of irony.
Alex stepped into the room. The first thing he laid his eyes on was the full display of Charlotte's body. Nubile, nude tomboys really were the best, in all of their shapes. There was barely any fat to her and where it was, it was welcome. Medium-sized breasts sat, nice and firm, above her gently defined midriff. Most of her torso was pale, the tan lines painting the shape of her favourite swimsuit. Blue, esoteric lines sat above her cleavage and above her mons. The upper set was by her own changes, the lower set was a manifestation of his Incubus powers - a sign that her womb was reserved for him and him alone.
Charlotte's nostrils flared, taking in his scent. She bit her lower lip and suggestively ran a hand through her brown hair. She wore it longer at the top, something the island had not seen fit to change so far.
The fox-eared woman was blessed with wide hips. Thick thighs rubbed together, their heavy, mediterranean tan contrasting sharply with the colour of her cunt, elevating the view of her pussy all the more. Excitement was visibly causing her womanhood to swell, to turn towards a shade of pink, and it wasn't long before the first wetness coated the insides of her legs.
Smirking lewdly, Charlotte turned around. Her sashay was perfect, not just because her ass was fat for her 1,69 metres stature, not just because she knew how to entice, but also because she knew exactly how to swish her newly acquired fluffy fox tail to emphasize the motion and hide nothing in the process.
By the time Alex had been guided to his seat, his cock was rock hard.
"Yeah, yeah, just ignore me," Kiara complained.
"I'm doing anything but," Alex assured. The redheaded shortstack was every bit as gorgeous to behold as the fox woman that impaled herself on his cock. While the tight folds of one tomboy enveloped him, his eyes were locked on the plump tits of the Irish dwarf. Huge, freckle-covered mounds of flesh that jiggled with every little motion.
Kiara was stoutly built, in the most feminine way possible. There was the hardness of muscle to her, but it was all counteracted by just how luscious her compact curves were. Only Selana sported a bigger rack and she was a lactating cow girl two heads taller. Despite that size difference, Kiara had hips and thighs to compare. Her long, orange hair was straight, the bangs and side tresses cut bluntly.
The former PR manager of the Society of Olympic Women averted her eyes with a bratty puff. Her expression said one thing, the fact that she crossed her arms under her plump tits, pushing them upwards, another.
"Oh Master, you're so big," Charlotte gasped, having taken all of him inside her. "I mean, I learn that again and again every day, but really I've gotta say that I don't think it'll ever stick completely. The memory can't compare to just being so… full." She smirked over her shoulder, mischief in her green eyes. "Too bad you don't know how to use it properly."
"Oh, really?" Alex cupped one of her breasts.
"Ye-ah, really," Charlotte's breathing hitched when he pinched her nipple, giving it a gentle twist.
"Then how come you wanted to sit on it so badly, mhm?" Alex's question got no response. His other hand had found its way between her legs. Toned thighs squeezed his digits, while they rubbed the exposed clit of his private slut in small circles. Charlotte gasped. He spiked her sensitivity to the maximum his magic was capable of. The mark on her womb flashed pink in response.
"Thaaaaaaht'ssssss cheeeeatin'!" Charlotte cried out, suddenly right at the edge of orgasm.
"I know how to use my tools properly," he whispered into her ear, his voice dark and domineering. The fox-eared swimmer shudder, her hips rolling. His hard cock glided through her dripping wet tunnel effortlessly, pleasurably scraping spots deep inside her. She trembled, all but bucking to rub her clit against his fingers with more force. Before she could get herself off, Alex diminished her pleasure to nothing.
"Aaaah-leeeeex," she mewled.
"Beg," he ordered her. "Brats have to beg."
"Hnnnggh…" Charlotte whimpered, holding onto her scrapes of will for both of their enjoyment. The longer she drew this out, the more satisfying it would be when she finally broke. Alas, after a day away from him, her will did not hold that strongly. "Please, Master, please let your sex slave cum!"
Alex, similarly, was inclined to give her what she wanted without much teasing.
Charlotte threw her head back, her pleasure spiking back to supernatural levels. HIs fingers worked twice as fast and he thrust up into her in that same instance. Green eyes rolled up, lids fluttered, and the fox woman's pussy clamped down like a vice. Not a second later, pussy juices squirted all over the wooden floor in front of them.
She had needed that more than he did.
"Alright, got my turn," the French woman sighed, once her spasms abated. "You want a ride?"
"...Yes," Kiara admitted after a second of hesitance. Once freshly fucked woman got up, another needy tomboy sat down. For the shortstack, Alex had to put a bit more work in. Her legs were too short to reach the floor. Grabbing her by the waist and moving her up and down like a cocksleeve was quite enjoyable though.
Shortly thereafter, the Irish woman was hit by her own release. Her orgasm wasn't quite as dramatic as Charlotte's, but almost as necessary. Having introduced a bunch of borderline or actual nymphomaniacs to daily orgies had an increasing effect on their libido.
Still, at that point, they were coherent enough for a conversation. "Anything interesting you were talking about before you called me?" Alex inquired.
"We were - talking about - PR disasters," Kiara answered, her voice heated and sentence bumpy from the up and down he subjected her to. Even now, he was making her his relief toy. "Funny - memories!"
"Must have sucked at the time though… although I don't think I've actually heard of any major disasters while I worked at the Society," Alex thought back. In the age of social media, there was always something, but nothing had ever stuck enough that he considered it a disaster.
"Means - I diiid - my joooob —- right!" Kiara shouted the last word, then came a second time. Her pussy clenched around his cock and this time that was enough to set Alex himself off. Having her womb painted with his seed pushed the shortstack past the realm of simple release and into euphoria. Squirting pussy juice added a second layer of stains to the wooden floor.
The tree was self-cleaning, so they could enjoy this kind of debauchery without worry.
Milked of that load, Alex lifted the trembling shortstack and placed her on the floor. For one reason or another, Charlotte took that as her signal to crawl over. Before he knew it, both tomboys were licking and kissing his cock. It was less a proper blowjob and more aftercare, though.
"Any funny story you want to share with me then?" Alex inquired.
"I had a wardrobe malfunction one time," Charlotte said.
"That makes it sound less dramatic than it was," Kiara groaned. "Charlotte was training her dive when her swimsuit just disintegrated."
"It almost literally did." Charlotte giggled at the memory. "Hit the water and then it suddenly tore open collar to waist. My tits were out instantly."
"And the press was there," Kiara groaned. "It was a minor event, but it was still an event. Bunch of reporters took photos, but we got lucky. The reflection of a big lamp above the pool did some convenient censoring. Nothing worth looking at hit the internet and I managed to bully everyone else into submission."
"What did you do, write them stern emails?" Alex asked with genuine interest.
"Generally, yeah. You can get a lot of people to toe the line if you tell them you're with the UN." Kiara winked conspiratorial. "It's technically true, even if the S.O.W. was so far down the chain it barely registered."
"You know, when I used that acronym without the second o, I got an HR complaint," Alex pointed out.
"Must have been some dumb sow," Charlotte drawled.
Alex snorted at the joke. "What I am hearing is that you have a history of public indecency."
"Mhmmmmaybe." The French tomboy batted her lashes innocently at her Master. "Have I been a bad girl?"
"You have been a naughty one, no doubt," Kiara chimed in. "There was this whole problem when you let one of your boytoys into the backrooms and-"
Alex raised a hand to stop her. "I'd prefer not to hear about that," he told them.
"Insecure?" Kiara asked, brattily. "...Sorry…" she added a moment later.
"I'm not offended. I wouldn't call it insecurity, I just prefer not to think about it." He shrugged. "Think of it as you will."
Charlotte scratched the inside of his leg, then placed another kiss on the tip of his cock. It swiftly transitioned into her pink lips parting and gliding down his rigid shaft. A clear reminder that she would follow his wishes. Kiara mimicked the commitment by worshipping the rest of his manhood.
It was good to be the Master.