Alex weighed the risks in his mind, then took a step forwards. The tomboys with him didn't even question the decision. "If Selana was here, she'd ask ya why you thought about it so long," Astrid teased him.
"Thankfully, her tits are too big to run ahead," Alex joked, mimicking the sound that would make by smacking the palm of his hand against his chest.
Yahui chuckled behind an elegantly raised hand, "She might need a sports bra."
"NEVER say that word in my presence again!" Shuddering head to toe, Alex felt a genuine aversion take hold of him. For a moment, he was confused why he was that upset by the concept. Obviously, he did not like bras. The nudism was his right! Still, that was a bit intense. "Huh," he reclaimed control over his mind. "I think my incubus blood is reacting very poorly to the idea."
"Y-you don't say…" Sara muttered in the most adorable, sarcastic quietness.
The distance to the totem and the ruins around it was swiftly crossed. The remnants of houses were completely useless. They had been built on a ground that had gradually eroded by the magma flows beneath and the ash rain above. What remained were walls sunken into the dirt, the roofs collapsed and burned to ash alongside the rest of the contents.
The Necklace of Regulation was once more their saving grace. Without it, their eyes would have dried up and their lips cracked from the heat. Even with it, Alex stopped a solid ten metres away from the heart of it all. The titanic totem was radiating immense heat. Its base was surrounded by a solid stone altar.
The altar was a broad, dark and cyclopean thing. Runes covered the seamless surface, their original form warped and faded by the relentless energy of the totem. Though it being the endpoint of the energy flow was new, it had always experienced a measure of wasted heat.
Where that heat came from remained a mystery. If Alex had to take a simple guess, there was a genuine active volcano at the source. Islands did not pop out of nowhere. For whatever reason, the people that had lived there had wanted that heat harnessed here, rather than its origin point.
"We are going to shut this off," Alex decided.
"You think that's wise?" Yahui asked. "For all we know, the harnessing was necessary to prevent an eruption."
"Possible, but I think the land would look a lot worse if that was being held back." There was no backing for that claim other than intuition, though in this case there was nothing to reasonable to make the claim besides paranoia either. "I think it'll be better to return this to nature under our terms, rather than wait until the vestiges of this system fail fully."
"Works for me," Astrid agreed.
"S-same… but, uhm… how do we shut this off?" Tilting her head back, Sara took in the full height of the totem. It was at least twenty metres high and three metres thick. The altar around the base was fairly low, around the height of Alex's hips, and added an extra six metres to the circumference. Likely it was a lot taller at its full size, but had been partially swallowed by the ground the other buildings.
"Magic is esotericism," Alex lead his explanation. "Everything is about symbolism. The runes and such used around that fundamental fact are supporting rules mankind either discovered or invented. That…" He pointed at the totem. "Is a dead fire totem, do we agree on that?"
The blonde fairy by his side gave him a couple nods. "That is a way to look at it, yeah."
"Therefore, a living ice woman is its symbolical opposite." Alex turned to Yahui. "I think you may be able to shut it down."
"I can certainly try," Yahui agreed.
They moved forwards as four, carefully watching for any kind of ash demon suddenly jumping at them. The heat rose to an unpleasant level. The stone radiated it. Yahui took a deep breath and focused her supernatural blessings. A mild cold consolidated into a visible mist around her hand. Surface runes took on the frigid white where her hand touched the rock. The totem thrummed. The cold spread through a quarter of the stone, dragging the heat down to a pleasant level. The black stone turned into a grey shade.
"Your theory is sound," Yahui said, "but I lack the strength. Greater vitality is necessary…"
"Greater vitality, you say?" Alex did not need any further prompt. Huge hands seized Yahui by the narrow of her waist. He lifted her up, placing her atop the cooled segment of the stone. Instinctively, she spread her legs for him. Her gaze remained questioning, however. "If vitality is what you need, let us act to affirm life, deeply and fully."
Just rubbing his cock on the entrance of her pussy confirmed his theory. As her excitement grew, so too did the frost-marked segment of the stone. The esoteric power of sex had been proven beyond a doubt several times over, especially when it came to his harem of nubile tomboys.
"Sara, Astrid, join her," he ordered.
"You don't need… a lookout?" Sara asked.
"We'll need every bit of energy we can confer to this ritual," he told them. "Plus we're on open terrain. It'll be fine. Trust me." The last two words initiated the transition of his voice to a tone that did not make requests. "Get on the altar."
""Yes, Master!"" blonde and brunette exclaimed in instinctive unison.
The duo scrambled onto the stone. What was at hip height for him required a little climbing for them. Tomboyish grace delivered them to the flanks of the ice woman. Backpack and Storage Gauntlet were put aside, forgotten for the moment. All that existed was Alex's commanding presence.
Eagerness grew his pride and pride fuelled his need to perform. The pounding of his heart reflected in each twitch of his large manhood. The trio of tomboys stared at it, mesmerised by the rhythm.
Alex pushed forwards. The repeated usage throughout the day had left Yahui's slick folds prepared for his re-entry. This was different from a short relief break. "You're my conduit." He stared into the snake lady's eyes, watching the white near the centre shift as her slit pupils dilated. "My beloved, my slave, my tomboy, my lady and my conduit."
"I'm your conduit," Yahui agreed in a dreamy tone. "You're my beloved, my Master, my man, the father of my children and I am the conduit of your divine will."
"...Master, that's hot," Astrid muttered.
"So hot!" Sara agreed.
Despite their earlier reluctance, the duo watched with rapt attention as Alex filled Yahui, centimetre by sensitive centimetre. They moaned with her, feeling sympathetic pleasure as the flatness between her hips was gently made to rise, female flesh shifting as she was stuffed full. Excitement flushed Yahui's pale face a pretty shade of pink, making the white scales around her eyes stand out.
"Ah!" a short, sharp cry marked the moment he was fully sheathed inside her. An elegantly long leg hooked behind his waist "What are you two doing, just watching?" the gymnast asked, her flat midriff rolling, shifting her velvety walls around his rock-hard member. "Worship our Master!"
"Those are some pretty divine abs…" Sara muttered, shifting into a kneeling position. Her tongue soon kissed and licked the salt off his muscles. Her hand began to wander between her legs. "M-may I pleasure myself, Master?" she asked softly.
"You may not," he denied, to a disappointed little squeal. It was replaced with a happy noise when he scratched the base of one of her rabbit ears. "You two are my conduits as well. Be good girls and you will know the pleasure of serving me."
"I wanna be a good girl!" Astrid exclaimed, now also kneeling. Rather than his abs, she went for his lips. Though initiated by her, the kiss certainly belonged to him. Her tongue surrendered immediately. A long, muffled sigh filled the union of their mouths when he grabbed her by her perfect ass. It was springy, taut, soft and solid in a flawless mixture.
The kiss ended with a soft pop. A delicate threat of saliva connected their lips for a drawn-out moment. She continued to behold him, while his gaze wandered to Yahui. She had the body of a woman who danced in the pale moonlight, yet she was nobody's puppet. Every reverent utterance was entirely hers.
"When it pleases you, ravish me, Master," she hissed seductively. Soft as her voice was, her new fangs added a bit of sharpness to certain syllables. "Use me."
"It always pleases me," Alex whispered aloud.
Astrid joined Sara in the worship of his chest. They concentrated on his pectorals, on his shoulders, whispering sweet nothings and appreciations while his hips began to move. The deliberate retreat left Yahui with a yawning emptiness. His hips snapped forwards, filling her again. The impact was solid. A fleshy clap echoed through the dead air of the ruins. Her lively cry was just the latest and loudest proof of their animated activity.
"Oh… Master… yes… a little… lower…" He followed her instruction immediately, striking a cord that made her entire being vibrate. "Yes! Master, oh, Master! Just like that! Harder, if it pleases you!"
It did please him. To watch her writhe, to watch her moan, to watch her fellow tomboys drool at the sight, it was everything that pleased him. Adding to the pleasure of the act was the pleasure of success. The cooled area of the stone expanded further. A good third of the altar was now covered in frozen sigils.
Alex set a rapid rhythm. Powerful and steady, he hammered into her. Every percussive impact filled the air with another entry into the series of lewd smacks. Overflowing wetness announced the approaching climax as much as her rising pitch did. The moderate size of her breasts jiggled up and down. She was truly gorgeous with these upsized tits. He placed his thumb on her clit and rubbed the little nub in quick circles.
"MASTER!" Yahui screamed, a singular, coherent word followed by a cascade of half-choked syllables. Pussy juices wet the stone with every aggressive squirt from her well-fucked pussy.
Alex continued to pump in and out of her until the gushing began to subside. Then, he suddenly pulled out of her. Demanding yet gentle, he pulled Sara above her fellow sex slave. The dark chocolate ass of the Spaniard looked obscenely huge compared to her lithe back. He entered her lightly gaping cunt in one thrust.
A choked scream got stuck in Sara's throat. Her head snapped back, bunny ears flopping with the ecstatic motion. A fresh, different variation of the smack of masculine hardness against feminine, yielding flesh echoed in the space. "A vessel!" Yahui exclaimed, her voice unsteady from the still tingling climax. "That is what you are now! A holy vessel for his cock!"
"Finger Yahui," Alex grunted an order into Astrid's ear. The words jolted the mesmerised blonde back to life. Her hands disappeared in the space between the rabbit and the snake. "Good girl," he drawled, when the first of Yahui's new, sapphic moans joined the space. "Your reward…" His right hand came down on the fairy's ass again, causing her to yelp in delight.
"Call me a good girl o-one more time?" Astrid was wide-eyed, pink hearts hovering in the middle of her iris. Some fae shenanigans, making her overflowing love an observable reality.
"Good girl," he whispered, just as his fingers penetrated her. That was all it took for the blonde to climax, soaking his digits in her juices.
Simultaneously, his hips were returning to the constant back and forth they were accustomed to. He held the rabbit woman by the curve of her wide hips as he plunged into her over and over again. Panting and gasping, she formed the backdrop to Yahui's sermon.
"You feel it, don't you?" Yahui's pale arm reached, clawing into the rippling ass of the woman covering her body. The slender digits of her other hand sunk into Sara's hair, pulling her head down into the first of a series of kisses. "No ordinary cock... could make a woman feel… that good!" The smack of their lips repeatedly interrupted Yahui's words. "No… ordinary cock could… satisfy so many!" Astrid, despite only knowing his fingers at the moment, moaned in agreement. "This is… no ordinary cock… not even just a… supernatural man… this is-"
Yahui was stopped by Sara's orgasmic scream. The in and out had delivered her to heaven. Alex gritted his teeth, lingering in the fantastic heat of the rabbit tomboy's pussy. The twitching folds clamped around him, refusing to let him go without a bit of a fight. All the same, he pulled out, leaving her gaping and gasping.
The crawl of the ice had stopped at the halfway point. Switching to Astrid now wouldn't change anything on its own. This was the limit of pleasure he could bring with his body… but he was not limited to the actions of his body.
"Cum!" The order sent ripples through their body. The trio of nubile tomboys spasmed as a fresh wave of ecstasy, greater than anything their own fingers or toys could have ever achieved, rushed through them.
"His divine voice!" Yahui shouted, sounding almost crazed by the pleasure. This was no longer the tone of a woman who merely agreed with the sentiment of a Cult of Master. "The pleasure he offers but does not force! Sublime!"
"Cum!" he ordered again, the first set of orgasms barely faded. What Yahui said was exactly true. Nothing he did could happen without their consent. Even the next trick he employed only worked because they had accepted his mark upon their wombs.
"Ooooooh, fuck!" Astrid screamed. The already dripping wetness of her pussy escalated suddenly to outright squirting all over his fingers. Her eyes rolled up as her sensitivity rose and rose and rose. Twofold, threefold, fourfold, fivefold, causing all of her skin to feel as sensitive as her swollen mound and her pussy to burn with hellish needs.
Alex applied the soothing hardness of his cock to her depths generously.
The Swedish woman screamed like an animal in heat. On pure instinct, she had gone along with his manhandling, hugging his neck while he held her in front. The runner's athletic body was effortlessly lifted and pulled back down. Her fairy wings fluttered, adding a weightlessness to her that only made it easier to fuck her. She was as if anchored midair, her back against an invisible wall.
Sara rolled off Yahui to let the shorter Chinese woman and herself have a perfect view of the situation. Their sensitivity was raised just the same, their cunts twitching at the memory of the masculine presence filling their bodies and minds. Their skin tingled with immense need where they touched, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, as they lay there. All the same, they did not masturbate, not themselves nor each other. They obediently watched Alex empty Astrid's head of thoughts with every thrust.
"Our Master!" Yahui finally finished her earlier sermon. "He is Our Master and we surrender body and soul to him. Look at her. Look - at - her!"
Astrid's tongue lolled out of her mouth. She was half rigid, half without any tension at all, alternating rapidly between her whole body flying from the impact of his thrusts and spasming as another orgasm hit her. The increased sensitivity made it almost too easy to keep her squirting.
"Witness as her body is remade by his touch. Astrid is…" Yahui moaned, her fervent gestures enough to send another aftershock rippling through her.
"Astrid is not a woman…" Sara muttered. "She's… this is not just sex. That's a god consecrating his holy ground…"
"Exactly," Yahui sighed, so relieved that someone else understood her. Her hips thrust up into the air, trying and failing to match the rapid rhythm that kept Astrid in the state of a leaky pipe. "His cock is an instrument of creation, of blessing. Oh, Master… oh, Master!" Just uttering his title seemed to get her off.
'Why not make that truth?' Alex wondered. "Speak my title."
The order caused a short lapse in almost all sound. Only the clapping of hips against cheeks and the thrumming of the totem remained. Heat struggled against controlling cold. Three-quarters of the rock were now covered in frozen sigils.
"Master!" "M-master… Master!" "Mashtaaaahr!" "Divine Ma-ah-ster!" "My Mhhhmaster!" "Ma-AAAAASHTERRRR!" "Yes, Master, makes us moan your hallowed title." "T-the word t-t-t-tastes so sweet on m-AH!-my lips!" "MAAAAAAAAAAA-"
The three tomboys were falling over each other, speaking his title often, loudly and with more veneration than Alex ever thought he would get from a single woman. Yahui's graceful prayers, Sara's stammered delight, Astrid's incoherent screams.
Alex suddenly lifted Astrid off his cock and placed her over the edge of the altar. Her hanging legs were just shy off the ground. "Like her," he grunted two words. In a flurry of dark and white skin, Sara and Yahui lined themselves up to the left of Astrid. Yahui was once more in the centre.
He skipped over her, entering Sara once more. If there was a shred of doubt about her supporting the formation of the Cult after this, it died when he entered her with agonising slowness. Hyper-sensitive and horny beyond belief, she climaxed every inch he pushed into her. Squirting pussy juices ran down the side of the stone. Then, he started to fuck her.
"Only… Master…!" That venerating utterance of his title was the last conscious act she took during this entanglement. Her brown eyes fully rolled up, barely visible behind her fluttering lids. All shyness was wiped away, replaced by a cock drunk smirk. She came no matter what he did. When he thrust into her, she came, when he pulled out of her, she came, when he smacked her fat ass hard enough that her thighs rippled, she came. She was a gooey mess of a cocksleeve, blissed out to the extreme.
Even Astrid looked coherent next to her. Sara was entirely relaxed, more relaxed than Alex had ever seen her. The only purpose of her body seemed to be to wiggle her ass for his entertainment.
He pulled out not because he was tired or done with her but purely because he had a ritual to complete and one more woman to send to cloud cock.
"I have but – ah!" Yahui's pussy gushed when he smacked her hyper-sensitive ass. "-one request, Master." She shuddered, the order rewarding her one more time with pleasure for using his title
"What is it?" Alex asked.
"Cum inside Sara."
Alex grinned, a temporary crack in the stern, dominating mask of his persona. "I love it when you ask for these things," he said, then put Yahui's brain on ice. The moment he filled her was the moment she became a cocksleeve down to the marrow.
He hammered her hard and fast, too close now to hold anything back. Astrid and Sara were both watching him, giggling the giggles of the hormonally overcharged. They had more happy chemicals in their systems than most drugs could manage and the only drawback was that they had to stay with him. Fortunately, they did not consider that a drawback at all.
The Chinese cocksleeve's slender back was arching more and more. She crossed a point that Alex instinctively considered concerning, then he remembered what she was. As he rutted into her, he grabbed her by her jaw and bent her the rest of the way, pressing a horizontal kiss on her lips.
Tearing himself away was beyond difficult. His instincts screamed to just keep going. Despite her words, Yahui's insides had him in a supernaturally pleasant, cold grip. Removing himself was difficult, Obliging the following urge to plunge back into a cumdump was much easier. He rammed into Sara again.
The thrusts that followed were jittery, aimless things. They were the vestiges of motion of someone whose control was all spent. His vision was filled with white lightning. Only the centre remained somewhat clear. Aimlessly, his eyes darted across the place, meeting that of the ice woman on chance. Even in her euphoria, she had the awareness to be joyful as her hallowed Master's seed filled one of his willing sex slaves.
Was it Yahui's joy or Alex's orgasm? Was it both? Neither? It really didn't matter. As the first spurt of his seed pumped into Sara's eager depths, the last sigil froze. The stone turned white while the rabbit's cunt was painted the same colour. Each tightening of his balls was accompanied by another series of frozen cracks. The entirety of the totem went cold. Alex had never felt more alive and warm in his life.
The scene around him faded entirely into the background. He tilted forwards, barely catching himself with one hand. His vision went blurry. Sara was a raggedly breathing mess, rubbing her thick ass against him, squirting all the while. Though she had no capacity left to scream, the height of her cum-fuelled climax was clear with every milking grip of her inner folds.
The harsh panting of three women slowly guided him back to reality. The remaining heat faded from his loins and the air in equal measure. The radiating temperature from the totem faded with unnatural swiftness. It was replaced by a gentle, ambient chill that felt… peaceful.
As he pulled out, he returned the sensitivity of his women to normal. That did not pull them right back to reality. Rather, it was the signal for their bodies that they were allowed to shut down for a moment. Alex's limp cock slipped out of Sara's cunt, leaving his release to trickle down Sara's inner thigh.
Content with his accomplishment, Alex shifted his weight left to right a couple of times. Once he had made sure he had proper control over his motor function back, he grabbed his sword.
He would watch over them until they rose from their well-earned nap.
-x-X-x-
Alex realized two things standing there.
One was that he hadn't actually had a prolonged period just to himself for the last two weeks. There always was something or someone to do. Even now he had to remain somewhat vigilant. The totem had turned entirely white, partially from ice, partially from ash. It continued to radiate just a bit of heat. Alex was holding back on investigating until his women were with him again. He wouldn't want to rob his tomboys of the joy of discovery.
That way lay justified nagging. Seriously, depriving a tomboy of a thrill? He would deserve everything that came for him if he did that.
Second was that he did not much care for being alone. None of the women he now called his, by a chain of events that he still could not fully grasp, ever tired him. Did some of them overstep with their attitude? Sure, here and there, but no one ever pushed it to the point of actual annoyance. He hoped he stopped short of being overbearing as well. Control was good, tyranny was not.
The mild rain was his only company. It also was the reason why his women stirred eventually. "Water…!" Astrid croaked. She was the first to wake up after… Alex guessed 30 minutes. He wasn't as good at guessing time when the sun was half-covered by clouds.
Alex came over and pulled the water crystal out of the Storage Gauntlet. By the time the blonde had gotten her fill of the spawned water, Yahui woke up. Halfway through her getting her fill, Sara groaned and stretched. "Ooooh, I got a cock-drunk hangover…" she muttered in her half-sleep.
"Welcome to the club," Yahui said and took a last gulp before handing the crystal over, "or the Cult, rather…?"
"Oh yeah," Sara's response was beyond certain. "That… convinced me thoroughly. Master is d-divine… but!" The rabbit tomboy made big eyes at him. "I don't want our relationship to be… uh…"
Alex suggested a couple of words that flew around in his own fears. "Dogmatic? Formal? Stilted? Stagnantly hierarchical?"
"Yeah, all of those?"
The man of the island gave a deep, understanding nod. "Neither do I. The way I want this to work, optimally, is just… arranging what feels the best for everyone. That's why it has to be unanimous and, no matter how layered the rituals may get..." He summoned the most sincere smile he was capable of. "...you can always talk to me the way you want. You can call me Master, Alex, dude, bro or dickhead. I love you anyway."
"Hihi… I would never…!" Sara laughed, then focused on hydration for a bit.
"How about you? Are you accepting Alex as our Lord and Saviour?" Yahui bumped shoulders with Astrid. The two of them sat at the edge of the altar, exactly where they had been pounded half an hour ago.
"Well, bro is objectively our saviour and basically our lord, right?" Astrid shrugged. "That dicking definitely put the proposal into perspective again. I'm game to let this Cult be a thing."
Yahui smirked approvingly. Her veneration had clearly been intensified from simple to active approval of the cult. Sara had been dragged all the way up into the same position, he could read that in the way she looked at him. Astrid was not as deeply convinced. All the same, she had just said she was with the program.
Alex was in awe at the power of his own dick. At this point, believing he wasn't a little bit godly would have been denying reality.
'Don't let it get to your head,' he warned himself. 'Be as responsible with your cock as you were with your cockpit… I am quite thankful no one heard that pun.'
The four of them all jumped when a loud CRACK suddenly filled the air. Alex raised his sword. The three tomboys leapt off the altar and hid behind Alex's girth. Afraid, they were not, but everyone with a brain knew to be behind the guy with the two-metre slab of sharp, magical stone.
Nothing moved.
"The altar cracked," Yahui pointed out.
Alex slowly lowered his sword. The raised weapon had exactly hidden from him the linear gap that had appeared in the now white stone. It was extremely clean, like a pane of glass that had been snapped along a cut. "A deliberate fault line?" he wondered, then planted his sword. As he inspected the gap closer, he saw a warm glow at the core of it. It was the source of the pleasant warmth the totem still gave off.
To reach it, Alex would have to move the broken altar or hack away at the totem. If he managed the former, that would be much quicker. The latter was more of a bothersome time investment.
One that Alex aimed to avoid.
The gap was just wide enough to slip his fingers in. The ground, a slurry of wet ash, made for poor footing. Fortunately, the cracks seemed to have also separated what was above and below the ground. All of this titan strength would not allow him to move that stone while pushing against the earth.
Even with this boon, the raw amount of stone he managed to put into motion was swoon-inspiring. The moment they could do more than watch, they did though. Yahui, Sara and Astrid got their hand into growing gap and pushed. Bit for bit, they opened up the gap.
"Alright, that'll be enough for step 2." Alex gestured for them to take a step back. He wedged his enormous frame between the two halves, feet against one wall, back against the other. Proud as he was of the strength of his arms, in the end the legs would always remain the strongest muscle a human had access to.
The gap widened further, until it was wide enough to walk straight to the centre.
Revealed was an ember. Not singular, fleeting ember that tumbled through the air. Rather, it was a singular chunk, about the size of a basketball, lodged inside a three-dimensional shadow of the runic network that had been carved into the totem when it had been functional. It wasn't entirely clear if this ember belonged there or if it was a manifestation of the magics that had flown through the totem for… however long it had been.
All the same, it glowed, giving up a constant, pleasant heat. 'No doubt it could be used for greater purposes if properly harnessed,' Alex thought. "I'll try to grab it," he told his tomboys. "If anything off happens, be ready to drag me back."
"Roger that, Master!" Astrid chirped.
-x-X-x-
Approaching with the utmost caution, Alex inched closer and closer to the glowing oval. It was not uniform in its shape, more like a piece of metal that had been melted, then flash-frozen mid-drop. It glowed an incandescent orange, mixed with pink, to create a shade that vaguely resembled a grapefruit of all things.
The warmth it radiated did not notably intensify as Alex got closer. He gave the object a careful tap with a fingernail. It was hot, too hot to hold for long but not so hot that it couldn't be grabbed at all. Alex was reminded of the times his mother made him clean the cast iron pans. 'It's important to wash them before the gunk dries up,' she had always said. 'Otherwise, you're scratching the patina off with the dirt.'
"Sara, get the bag ready," Alex said. "I'll pull it out, then drop it straight in there. The leather should be sturdy enough to hold it for the rest of the day."
"O-okay!" Sara positioned herself behind him, holding the backpack wide open. "Ready!"
Alex took a deep breath, then gripped the sphere with both hands. The shadows of the runes offered token resistance, snapping like drywood while he pulled out the ember. He held it for just a moment, feeling the heat tingle up his arms like a series of kiss-induced goosebumps, then flung it into the backpack.
"Let's run!" Alex decided immediately after. The totem was creaking. The last of its structural integrity was giving in. The four of them stormed off in a straight line. Alex looked over his shoulder to watch the ancient device collapse straight downwards. Scorched wood and stone turned into a pile of ash and rock shards, heaping upon the broken altar. A cloud of ash spread.
A breathing hazard was all that ultimately turned out to be.
Once they were outside the cloud zone, they stood there and just stared for a bit. The rain helped the dust to settle. Once the sight became boring and general curiosity took over, Sara put the backpack down, and all four of them peered inside.
"I kind of feel horny?" Astrid suggested.
"I concur…" Yahui let out a long sigh. "So much on these islands feels horny."
"It can be a bit much," Alex agreed.
They took turns poking and prodding the item. Astrid ultimately picked it up. "It's not actually burning me," she pointed out, after holding onto it for a while. "Just a bit hot."
"R-really?" Sara took it next. Uncertainty, she rolled it back and forth between her hands like a hot potato. In the end, she held it just like Astrid had. "Yeah, feels like a, uhm… bolsa…" She used the Spanish word when the English one eluded her. "...hot… water… bottle? The stuff you use to warm you in bed."
"I get what you're trying to say," Alex assured her, then took the sphere. It was solid, but beyond that the comparison was fairly solid. It was too hot to be comfortable for prolonged exposure, yet his skin wasn't burning.
Yahui took it last, humming in agreement with the shared experience. "Another artefact for the Cult?"
"I'd rather not keep stacking interesting but useless things in storage… maybe it can be used to fuel a proper fire? A forge, even?" Alex shrugged, while Yahui put the item into the backpack again. "We'll experiment."
"Tonight? Or now?" Yahui asked and turned westwards. "The tree is heading for the centre of these ashlands, correct?"
"Correct. We could meet up with everyone in an hour or two," Alex remarked and then looked east, to the unexplored grasslands. "Though I might want to keep going…"
"Your choice, like always," Astrid said. "Go ahead, Lord and Saviour!"
He loved the bit of cheek in her tone.
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"Let's return home," he decided. "That Ember," he pronounced the word with a bit more gusto now, "feels too valuable to be risk damaging by carrying it around. Also, I want to see what the Evelyn and Tess did…"
"Spread the righteous word?" Yahui suggested.
"Declare your divinity between the legs of other women?" Sara added, with a lewd smile on her usually shy face.
Alex rolled his eyes on their playful veneration, then gestured for them to follow.
The trek back was an eventless one. The wet ash made for an annoying walk, sure, but wet was better than the slurry from that torrential day. Plus, without the risk of lava veins beneath their feet, it wasn't all that hazardous to traverse.
The tree came into view after half an hour. It took them another one to actually reach it. The distant, swaying red approached them in kind. It was most of the way to the volcano already. The distance it could traverse in a day was greater than the distance Alex had ordered it to walk.
Ivys hung in woven drapes from the lower edges of the trunk. Steps were slow enough that the quartet could effortlessly step between them. Alex gestured for his women to lead. "Tomboys first," he declared. They smirked and winked at him in passing, then treated him to the delectable sight of nubile female frames effortlessly climbing up the ivy meshes. Once they were all on the entrance platform, Alex climbed himself.
It was a comfortable ascend. The ivys were interwoven horizontally, allowing use of all limbs to get the roughly ten metres off the ground. Perhaps that height would have been a bit dizzying to others. Alex was comfortable with it. He dragged himself over the edge. A protective railing closed up behind him. Not that it was necessary. The tree's advance was unbelievably well balanced for a, well, mansion of a plant walking.
Once they were inside, it was almost impossible to tell that they were in a moving body.
They dropped their items in the usual room, then went to the bath for a quick rinse. Them moving around got picked up by one of the other inhabitants of the tree.
"Back already?" Blair asked, seated in the 'lobby' outside this particular bathroom. It wasn't the massive one they usually used. Having multiples of them across the layers of the tree gave them that flexibility.
The succubus was alone, her red body contrasting sharply with the green and white plant fibres acting as her rest. "We found something interesting," Alex kept it vague for the moment. "Where is everyone else?"
"Out," Blair responded with a singular word. It was to the point, but not quite all that Alex wanted to know.
"Doing what?" he asked, patiently. He was well-used to everyone's conversational oddities by now. Plus, it was difficult to get annoyed with a tomboy that sucked his soul out through his dick on a daily basis.
Blair stared at him for three full seconds, then began to rattle down the list. "Ashley asked Valeria to show her the temple you found, Tess and Amethyst tagged along with that. Evelyn told Sofia and Selana to come along with her and KIara to look for more metal. Charlotte, Jane, Janette and Niara are hunting."
"Thank you," Alex gave a simple nod. Really, the only thing he had wanted to be sure of was that they had all gone out in groups. As long as they didn't venture too far, he trusted all of them to get back by nightfall. He did have the best sense of orientation out of all of them, but one did not need an active map of the area in their head to make it back to the massive red tree.
"We are starting a Cult?" the succubus suddenly asked.
"Uhm…" Sara cleared her throat. "That is c-currently being talked about, yeah?"
"Evelyn gathered us all up shortly after you four left. She had trouble standing, not to mention talking while Tess lapped the cum out of her pussy." Blair's plain report all the same roused Alex's cock from slumber. The image of Evelyn proselytizing to the harem while using Tess veneration for his seed as proof was quite hot. "Took her twenty minutes to deliver the basic idea."
By now, Alex, Yahui, Astrid and Sara had all taken a seat around the succubus. "What do you make of it?" the man of the island asked.
"Nothing yet," Blair responded, a mild shrug making her moderately sized breasts rise and fall. "I am not immediately opposed, but I will need to think about the consequences before I agree."
"Y-yeah, I was like that too," Sara agreed, to Astrid's supporting nods.
"What changed? No, let me guess - really good sex?"
Sara blushed intensely, as if there was something to be embarrassed about. "Y-yeah… b-but also! The sex was part of a ritual to deactivate an ancient totem!"
Blair just hummed, a sound free of judgement. "Again, I understand. Alex certainly has proven he is more than a man. The fights, the challenges, the sex, they all make a very good case."
"A fantastic case," Yahui chimed in.
"I am not judging. I'll see what the others get up to." Blair moved ahead of his next question this time. "Obviously, Selana, Amethyst and Sofia immediately threw their support in with the idea. Everyone else is thinking about it."
"Which is all I ask for," Alex stated, then smacked his own thighs before getting up. "Now, before we fuse with the furniture, there is actually something you are the perfect woman to handle."
"Oh?" Blair asked.
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"Interesting."
The succubus turned the Ember in her hand. Unlike them she seemed perfectly happy to hold it for prolonged periods. She even pressed it against her chest, moaning sharply as she did.
"This fire is… arousing," she reported. Her nipples hardened. A trickle of wetness glistened on her inner thigh. "It has taken to your nature, Master."
"Unsurprising, considering what we did on that altar," Alex muttered.
Yahui chuckled. "What you did to us on that altar, rather."
That was fair enough. Wasting time on another round of talking about whether or not he was a sex god or not wasn't the priority though. They had work to do. "Think we can use it as more than a pretty heater?"
"Yes," Blair responded. She considered for a few more seconds, then turned on her heel. The rest of them followed her swishing tail.
The succubus tomboy poked her heat into one of the rooms, then shook her head and wandered on. Alex took a glance into in passing. It was the kitchen, one of the rooms in the tree that could, despite this being fundamentally inadvisable, withstand fire. A pit of special bark held the just fine. Their aluminium cauldron stood off to the side. A liquid servant was shovelling old ash out of the pit.
Blair inspected multiple other kitchens throughout the tree. They were typically equipped with only a simple firepit, space for storage, and some surfaces for preparation. Compared ot modern kitchens, they offered very little in terms of amenities. For all the luxury the tree offered, it did not quite have the complexity needed to power a microwave.
Blair found what she had been looking for on the uppermost floor. There, a notably smaller version of a firepit was integrated into the counter. A lower level for a heat source was separated from an upper compartment by a grid of smooth, red bark. Two quadratic leaves of a waxy, sturdy appearance were attached to the sides of it, serving as potential seals for the open spaces.
It was an oven, in all ways that mattered. "It's not going to be perfect, but it should fulfill the basic function." Blair placed the Ember in the lower compartment. She placed her hand on the top and closed her eyes. A pinkish flame spread from the surface of the large object. Blair pulled her hand back, then pulled the larger of the two leaves in. Its edges magically adhered to the frame of the oven, creating an almost airtight seal. Whether this fire needed to breathe was doubtful. "If you want anything heated, just place it up here." Blair tapped the upper compartment. "If it comes out too hot to touch, I can assist."
"That will get bothersome for you though," Alex remarked. "We should look into finding or marking some sturdy gloves, among other things."
"Tongs, hammers, an anvil, a chisel, a punch or drill, to get the basics." Blair stopped for a moment. "We can probably appropriate the carving tools for lighter metalwork. When it comes to heavy duty operations, I would not trust them."
Astrid's lips puckered as she let out an impressed whistle. "Ya know how to smith?"
"I wouldn't say so. I spent a month learning the basics to understand what marks a good hoof iron. That's all."
That was still a decent starting point compared to what the rest of them had. 'Definitely need to use a future opportunity to tell the tree to expand this into a proper workshop though,' Alex thought.
Alas, a repurposed oven was what they had for now. Given their supernatural heatsource, that had the potential to be enough for an early project.
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"You." Alex knew the liquid servant would be in the doorframe before he even turned around. These beings were an extension of him, an eldritch manifestation of his desire to serve and provide. "Bring the pink-blue metal and the tools."
The servant executed something approaching a bow, then flowed away. It would take it a couple of minutes to get all the way down to their storage room, grab the items, then come back up.
"Now," Alex said. "This is going to be another magical project, so-"
"Got it!" Astrid dropped to the ground, immediately opening her mouth wide. An oral invitation that Alex immediately took. Flaccid at first, his cock grew to its full size under the caress of Astrid's tongue and hot, amused breath. The second he was hard was the second she deepthroated him.
Sara and Yahui joined Astrid on the floor, following a gesture of their Master. The trio worshipped his cock, entirely entranced in the process. Their newfound support for the Cult reflected deeply in the service rendered. Alex had thought they treated his cock like a religious icon before, but now that veneration wasn't just played - it was true.
Even Sara, who had been self-conscious about her (rapidly dwindling) lack of blowjob skills, was giving it her all. "That's right," Alex grunted encouragingly. "Every lick is a prayer, every kiss a sermon. You're doing very well. Good girls."
They moaned at his praise, Astrid and Sara a lot more so than Yahui. No amount of religious fervour would compete with the praise kink the fairy and the rabbit shared.
"And what do I do?" Blair cooed. She had already been aroused from handling the Ember. Watching them changed her wetness to a clear drip. Fingers spread her pussy, advertising her readiness.
"You cum," Alex ordered her. The words hit the aroused succubus with full, orgasmic force. Hips thrust forwards, her body craving a cock that was not inside her. Eyelids fluttered. Despite the surprise, the black-marked woman entirely gave herself to the ordered release. "Again," he grabbed one of her horns and pulled her close. His fingers disappeared between her clenching thighs. "Cum."
Her scream was muffled by the mashing of his lips on hers. Overflowing pussy juices drenched his hand in the heated essence of a demon of lust and fire. Was there any better ritual to begin the forging with.
The liquid servant silently placed the material and tools on the kitchen counter. The chunk of metal wasn't particularly large, a bit bigger than an orange. But it would suffice for what Alex had in mind. The carving tools were for wood, stone and the fusion of the two. The hammer among them was to tap the bottom of a chisel, not to beat metal with.
It would only do this one task for them, before being returned to its proper purpose.
"You will assist me," Alex ordered the succubus, assuring this entire experience would be a pleasurable ride for her. "Your pleasure will fill this room and this project." Blair nodded, then Alex direct his gaze downward. "And you three will assure mine." They also nodded. Astrid let his cock pop free, giving Sara the chance to deepen her familiarity with her Master's rod.
Alex assorted the tools before him with one hand, while Blair sucked the other clean of her own juices. In his mind, the object was taking shape. It would be a simple hammer, shaped from a not so simple material. The metal of lust, pulled from the ash fields by Kiara, was pink and blue, marked by pattern like Damascus steel.
Once he had finalized putting the theory in his mind, he put it to practice. Blair placed the metal in the oven for him. As they waited, they made out. They, all of them together, entered a flow state. The trio of mouths on his cock. His finger circling Blair's clit. The metal's heat, riding in the sealed compartment. It was all connected.
He came. Blair came. The serving trio came. The metal was ready. Blair moved it swiftly to the kitchen top, her heat resistance pushing to its limit.
The metal was exceptionally easy to work with while hot. Like a tomboy in the throes of multiple orgasms, it did exactly as Alex wanted. Every strike of the hammer brought it closer to the shape he desired. He had never smithed in his life, yet this felt right.
In the entranced state of the forging, between orgasms brought by his voice and his seed, he felt the familiar call in his blood. His vision was focused on his work, but his mind dwelled in the blackness occupied by the veins of his ancestry. Another one yearned to awaken, feeding off the power of the ritual.