Alex formulated a simple but effective herding strategy. He, being the big, muscly man with the huge sword that he was, would be in the rear of the herd, making sure they kept moving. Amethyst, with her multiple bodies, would form a self-coordinating corridor around the herd, flanking it on both sides. Sofia and Blair, then would be part helping hand, part guides.
Once the formation was established, they put theory into practice.
It worked. It didn't go off without any hitch whatsoever, but when herding fifty rabbit-things for three hours, some problems were to be expected. The biggest hurdle was to convince them to go into the ash field. Once that was done, they hopped towards the tree pretty readily. Once they arrived there, the rabbits began to gnaw at the bark and exposed roots.
Alex felt the trees annoyance at that fact. It went as far as making it audible by lightly shaking its mighty canopy. The creaking and rustling sounded like a mighty gust was coming through.
Scratching back of his head, Alex could only ask the tree to put up with it for now. He had not considered that the rabbits would have nothing to eat in the middle of the ash field. They would have to relocate the next day or their home would get rightfully cranky.
"Why did you even bring these?" Janette stepped out of the tree's main entrance, arm's crossed. It seemed she had taken on the task of getting annoyed for the tree.
Cute as the rabbits were, the answer was obvious. "Livestock," Alex responded simply. "They seem to have been domesticated by the people that used to live here. It would be a lack of resources to just let them die out."
Janette kept glaring at a particularly large member of the flock. In her mind, she was already pulling the root-gnawing thing apart, harvesting it for meat,fur and bones - all of them materials that they had potential use for. Not for clothing, never for clothing, but for things like bedrolls if they ever wanted to sleep outside the comfort of the tree. A reliable supply of meat would also serve to diversify their meal plans. They generally relied on the oddly protein-rich fruit of the island in combination with whatever else they could get their hands on.
"Fine," the dryad relented and went back inside.
Alex let out a long sigh, then left the rabbits to make themselves comfortable. They didn't seem the sort to march off into the wilderness unprompted. If they did… well, he came out at a net zero for his efforts.
The day was coming to a close. The exploration party would have returned home around this hour anyhow. There was some time to kill before their dinner gathering. He could think of a number of ways to spend it and a number of women involved in that time.
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"We'll see you in a bit!" Amethyst suddenly announced, moving in perfect sync with Sofia to pull Blair aside. The succubus raised an eyebrow when both of her fellow tomboys hooked their arms under hers, but did not resist.
Alex could imagine what they were planning to do. If he was correct, he would see the outcome in about an hour. Plenty of time to see what other members of his harem were up to.
He entered the tree to very little fanfare. He was earlier than usual and so they weren't prepared for his arrival - not that they had to be. Alex was a simple man who like being greeted at the door by a harem of nubile tomboys. Given how privileged he already was, he would not stoop to the level of complaining about not getting exactly what he wanted.
"Ah, Master, good timi-," Tess called out to him as he entered the open space closest to the entrance, to stop when she saw the cut on his chest. "How bad is it?"
"Annoying when I use that arm, otherwise largely inconsequential," Alex answered. "Given how quickly I seem to recover from injuries, it'll likely be gone in two or three days."
"That is… good." Tess visibly strained against using the word 'good' when there was anything related to a wound on him. She, like the other tomboys, forced herself to relax. "There is a topic that we wish to discuss."
Alex took stock of who he was about to talk to. Tess, Evelyn and Yahui - the three women that had been there when he approved of the Cult (who had indeed suggested it) - shared the cotton couch with Jane and Charlotte, two of the ones still remaining undecided on the matter. "What is it?" he asked as he walked closer.
His expectation, that this was to be a conversion session, was thwarted. "We are talking about the Death Willow," the gothic angel revealed. "Theorizing about its purpose and such. We have all been down to the ritual circle by now."
"There were traitors," Jane put it plainly. "They might still be out there."
"One less of them now," Alex reported and gestured at his injuries. "We found a grove of deadwood and in it a creature that was once humanoid. It could talk and guarded a norse essence. We cut it down but it was a difficult fight. I suspect it was one of the individuals who engaged in the ritual."
"Any hard proof of that?" Jane asked.
"Is there ever?" Alex shook his head.
Charlotte pushed air out through her lips. "Certainty ain't in high supply around these islands, is it?"
"Obviously because certainty is antithetical to magic," Evelyn responded as haughty as ever. "Science is certainty and from what I understand of mankind, we went for things we could reason over things that we could intuit. We lost magic and won the world."
"But at what cost?" Yahui muttered. "It does make me wonder how much of an underbelly of magic there is in the rest of the world."
Evelyn nodded. "We'll find out once we have dealt with the abomination that is preventing us from getting.knocked up with Alex's divine seed."
"What, possibly, could motivate people to turn into heretics that side with that… thing?" Tess spat out the final word. "No more births… the end of humanity, perhaps even of all life. What a horrid idea to contemplate. To be a traitor to one's entire species."
"That might be the point," Alex said. "There are always wretches that no longer consider themselves human. Among them, a few must have gone the extra mile to actually make it so."
"Imagine being that fucking stupid." Charlotte tried to get a bit of levity into it all, but even her tone was darkened by the implication. "To surrender all that makes you human, from the pleasures to the pains, just so ya can be an undead, unfeeling tree thing."
"I'd rather not." Jane rubbed the tip of her left ear. "I enjoy my life-affirming changes."
"All those filthy heretics must die." Tess' tone was as sharp and flat as shattered glass. "Please, my saviour, make it your divine mission to bring about their end."
Alex focused on her for a moment, before giving a solemn nod. "Divine or not, I was always going to cut them down where I find them."
That made the dark-haired, pale woman happy enough.
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Alex was one of the first at the dinner table. He moved with the five that he had been talking to since returning and settled on his throne opposite of the entrance with little fanfare. A modernist part of him did still feel a bit weird about throning above all of his women, being above them in every symbolical way imaginable while they sat on the comfortable pillows around the tree-grown table. That was a tiny and ever more diminishing part. He liked it, they liked it, and 'civilized' sensibilities meant nothing to the life they now lived.
The aftermath of talking about the Death Willow left him contemplative on more serious manners that concerned him and his. Evelyn had made a good point on the nature of magic. Still, the lack of concrete answers were upsetting. Perhaps Evelyn had a point in the nature of these islands. Perhaps the lack of concrete answers was part of the point.
Movement in the entrance to the dining room moved his attention to the here and now. The nature of answers and lack thereof was easily forgotten when Selana came in, hips and tits swinging in alternating rhythms. The tall glass of chocolate milk seemed quite pleased with herself.
"Evenin', Masterrrrr," she drawled and purred. "Need any help with anything?"
"Not right now," Alex assured her. Blood was starting to flow towards his manhood, stirred by the view, but his body knew well that the true relief came after the feast.
The rest of the harem poured in bit by bit in quick succession, simply sensing that it was the time of day at which they ate and chatted. Two women remained absent for a bit, revealing themselves to have waited outside the doorframe when they entered simultaneously.
Blair and Valeria parted at the foot of the long table. The fiery succubus strut up one side, the tall tiger tomboy the other. Both had their eyes exclusively focused on him and both stopped at the edge of those pillow-like growths that made lounging around his throne so comfortable.
They sank to their knees, then fluidly lowered their heads until their foreheads rested on the backs of their hands, flat on the ground. The already submissive position was made so much more erotic by the way they bend their backs to emphasize their round derrieres.
Valeria was the first to speak up. "I have seen the light, Master. I supposed the establishment of your Cult with us as your loyal worshippers."
Selana and Tess exchanged a smug glance between them, clearly pleased with what Alex assumed was their handiwork. Before Alex responded, his eyes drifted over the Blair. The succubus shivered. Perhaps his attention had actual weight to it at this point. It wouldn't have surprised him.
"Upon reflection of the divine seed that you have filled me with, I regret my obstinance," Blair spoke clearly, head still lowered, voice dripping with arousal. "I ought to have seen the light upon the stone. No further delays. I accept you as my god, Master. Your divinity is beyond question!"
There was greater conviction in that voice that Alex would have anticipated. Whatever arguments Amethyst and Sofia had presented, they must have found fertile ground. 'You really never know what goes on inside a person,' Alex thought. 'Though given how much Blair dedicates herself to one thing at a time, I suppose this sort of… switch could have been expected.'
The two remained prostrated while Alex thought. He did enjoy the erotic certainty in the air. Everyone knew what his response would be and drawing out this moment was sweet for all those involved. Jane and Charlotte, the last two to give their confirmation, watched the scene with a complicated mixture of arousal and resistance to peer pressure. Alex was happy that no one around was turning to them with expectant stares.
"Given free and of your own volition," Alex spoke, "I accept your pledges. Serve me."
""Yes, Master!"" the duo raised their head and crawled towards him. He was rock hard now. Religious submission really got his blood pumping. Succubus and tiger tomboy proceeded to lick the whole length of his cock, then proceeded to alternate who deepthroated him. All the while, the liquid servants brought in their meal.
Alex proceeded to enjoy his debauched life. The first load each of them received was shared with those that had 'converted' them, like some sort of carnal baptism. After that, the service slowed a bit so the two could eat. Blair fairly swiftly switched from solid food back to his cum. It certainly had a satiating effect on the succubus. While she bobbed her head, Alex sucked on Selana's tit, wetting his throat with delicious milk.
He needed that to report what had happened throughout the day. Little needed to be said about the ritual circle, the tomboys had discussed that among themselves over the day. They talked about the bad weather and revealed that it was Alex using a ritual circle that had banished the thunderstorm. The reveal spiked the sweet scent of pheromones in the room. THe women were clearly and deeply aroused by the reports that he had split the sky.
There was mention of the shelter and the skeleton. Alex presented the pendant and had it stored with the other baubles and trinkets that they were gathering. Same went for the lightning crystals they had harvested and the box that had contained the norse essence. They talked about the traitor growth and the bunnies. Lastly, Alex spoke of the most important change of them all.
"I have been blessed - or awoken, not entirely sure what it is - with the divine ability to remove the infertility curse."
"What?!" Evelyn jumped to her feet, the loudest among a whole host of hopeful, annoyed and joyous outcries. "Why didn't you lead with that, Alex? What is it? How does it work?"
"Simply put, the divinity of my cum has been reinforced." Alex said it with a straight face, because it was the entire truth. "It's not a guaranteed removal though. It seems that, when I cum inside one of you, my magic attempts to counteract the curse. It'll no doubt take many tries, but I doubt that you all mind."
"Getting fucked to get bred," Charlotte joked. "Ultimately it all comes down to that, mhm?"
Evelyn rolled her jaw as she slowly sat back down. Her slit pupils stared at him. Alex could read her thoughts quite clearly. "I am not staying in the tree and having endless orgies until the curse is lifted on everyone," Alex said. "The final goal is to cut down the Death Willow. Breaking the curse as it currently exists will be good, but removing its source forever must be the ultimate goal."
"I… agree with you, Master," Evelyn said slowly. Still annoyed, she picked up a piece of cooked meat and sank her fangs into it.
"Still, I believe it's time I start on tonight's attempts," Alex cooed.
Kiara snorted. "Like you need an excuse to fuck everyone here."
"Right, what excuse would I need to use my property?" he agreed.
And his deep, dominant tone set their lusts ablaze.
Alex grabbed Blair by a horn, removing the succubus from his spit-shined cock. More of his seed would be pumped into her zealous cunt later. Understanding this, the red-skinned woman bowed her head and watched him stand.
"We'll go to the balconies tonight," he decreed.
""Yes, Master,"" the uniform response echoed in the dining room.
The sex slaves knew better than to dare stand, following him on hands and knees as he led them outside the door. "Such good, obedient cumdumps," he complimented them all, looking over his shoulder at the tide of nubile curves crawling after him. "Lovely tomboys, knowing their place… it makes a Master too horny to concentrate."
"S-sorry," Sofia stammered when he suddenly picked her up.
"Don't apologise." The tenderness of his whisper belied the force he used to manhandle her. Treating her like an object for his satisfaction, he spun her around and pressed her against the wall. "Making me crave you is something you can't help. You're just too arousing." He entered the brunette with a hard thrust. Her pussy was still a bit widened from the several times he had used it during the exploration.
It made the perfect receptacle for his opening lust. One would think that dumping load after load into Blair and Valeria over dinner had left him at a high endurance, but something about the beginning of this orgy had him reset, pent up in a different way than mere abstinence.
"Master! Master! Masteeeeeer!" Sofia's ecstatic wails echoed in the corridor, underlined by the collective panting of the rest of the harem.
"No touching yourselves!" Alex ordered, picking up the wet sounds of fingers penetrating folds. "Just kneel there and watch… in fact, get yourself into orderly rows. I want my property neatly organised and disciplined tonight!"
His demand was immediately heeded. Fifteen women sorted themselves into five rows of three each, sitting thigh by thigh and shoulder to shoulder in the wooden corridor. Several quivered with arousal, incapable of staying completely still as they watched their Master pound Sofia.
Her curled toes did not touch the ground. Her enormous Owner had one arm slung around her midriff, the other around her neck, keeping her pinned between his broad chest and the wall while he hammered against her ass.
"That's a good sheath," Alex groaned, his thrusts growing erratic and faster as he raced towards orgasm. "Cum!"
The command echoed in the womb of each present tomboy. Fifteen women climaxed with their hands behind their backs, leaving sticky marks wherever they sat. One squirted as her choked scream emptied her lungs, the explosion of pussy juices soiling the wall, the floor, and their joined sexes. Sofia's expression derailed from rolling eyes to cockdrunk bliss, a gooey smirk on her face.
Alex remained pressed into her until the last of his orgasm faded. Once he pulled out, he helped Sofia sink onto her knees. "Follow," he commanded once more. The tomboys got on all fours again, one of them now leaving a trail of dripping seed.
They advanced through the corridors a bit, making it up a staircase before the view of one of the plant-grown cotton couches ignited his appetite again. Evelyn, ever eager to please, found herself closest to him. A hand closed around the segmented curve of a draconic horn, dragging the bronze-scaled fuck toy towards the couch.
"Line up again!" Alex barked another order. He simply assumed they obeyed, too focused on the very eager gold medallist. She caught his intent immediately, climbing onto a seat and bending over the backrest, presenting her fantastic ass to him.
"I love you, Master!" Evelyn moaned aloud, feeling his tip push against her flower. "Take what is yours! Destroy the curse and conquer my fertile womb!"
The way she looked at him, that awe, that burning desire to serve, to submit, it was intoxicating. Alex rewarded her devotion by gently but insistently penetrating her tight cunt. "Perfect," he grunted as her heat hugged him back, twitching all around him. "A perfect hole to serve my every desire!"
"YESH!" Evelyn cried out, her ass rippling from the second thrust. Like with Sofia, he put on a breakneck pace, rapidly pumping in and out of the dragoness. She craved the taste of his divine load and he was eager to give it to her.
It did not take long. Evelyn thrust her hips back at him, matching his rhythm. Her inner muscles massaged his cock in all the ways she had learned, consciously and not, during their weeks on this island.
Evelyn moaned in orgasmic delight when her Master bottomed out inside of her and unloaded a radiant torrent. Spurt after spurt filled the court of her womb, each another reason to devote herself to him. In rapturous bliss, the dragoness left her own spray of pussy juices on the surfaces of the tree, climaxing hard and long.
Pleasant as it was, it had to fade eventually. Alex pulled out and glanced over to his obediently waiting harem. "Good girls," he praised them for their adherence to his order. "You make your Master very happy."
The compliments had many swoon and Astrid almost climax from it alone, little praise-slut that she was. A gesture of his hand had them return to crawling after them. After catching her breath, Evelyn joined at the back of the row.
They took another corner and emerged on the balconies. The layered extensions on the sides of the enormous trunk were of varying different sizes. Of those, only a couple were big enough to allow the entire harem to use it simultaneously. Alex contemplated the matter for a moment, then smirked.
'Why not take advantage of the verticality?' he asked himself. "I'll go… there," Alex pointed to a balcony on this level, of moderate size and equipped with a lounger that worked well enough as a bed. "Scatter to the other balconies, but make sure you can see and hear me. I will call for you as I desire you."
The harem began to disperse, crawling or climbing to different balconies all over. Interconnected by vines and stairs, it only took them all a few seconds. All but two.
Alex had put his arms around Jane and Amethyst moments before they could climb to a different level. "You will show me that you retained what I taught you yesterday," he whispered lovingly into the redhead's ear. "And you…" he turned to Amethyst, pushing two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. "...will get your load early. You had plenty of my attention over the day."
"Your wisdom knows no bounds," Amethyst moaned as her folds clamped around his digits. The texture of her slime pussy was unique and yet so clearly adjacent to human. The walls were a bit smoother and a lot wetter. Just him wiggling his hand back and forth filled the air with squelching, lewd noises.
"Your cock is unattended, Master," Jane's serious tone was reduced to a submissive whisper. "If it pleases you, I could aid you?"
"No, Amethyst first." The slime tomboy moaned, throwing her head back at the prospect of being claimed. It was enough to make her climax right then and there, though it was a mild one compared to what he planned to do to her.
Strong arms moved both sex slaves along, shepherding them to the bed-like lounger. The tree reacted to its owners intent, raising the piece of grown furniture until its surface was almost level with Alex's waist.
Smirking at the convenience, Alex tossed Jane on the bed first, just so he had both hands to manhandle Amethyst into the desired position. On her back, head dangling over the edge of the lounger, the purple, liquid female was in the perfect position to be used as a comfort hole. Alex's erection, exposed to the air for almost three minutes now, twitched impatiently. Base urges won and he sheathed himself in Amethyst's throat in one go.
"Such a tight… fuck!" His rumbling voice failed to relay the pleasure her throat brought. It was a liquid cocksleeve, shaped to stick vacuum tight to him. Only her mouth was an exception, the mimicry of a human tongue and surrounding cavity maintained while the walls deeper down shifted and spasmed like a mixture of rippling waves and pussy folds. Subtly, the movements were visible through her semi-transparent body. Even while he was motionless, groin pressed against her chin, his cock shifted within her. "Get on top of her."
"Yes, Master," Jane responded in a melodic, honoured tone. She did not yet think him divine, but she certainly thought of him as her Owner and followed his command swiftly and down to the spirit of it. Her round, tanned ass wiggled right in front of him while her tongue glided in long licks over Amethyst's pussy.
The redheaded elf was soon lapping up the already abundant flow of nectar from Amethyst's loins. A multi-purpose set of holes, Amethyst came hard as he pounded her throat relentlessly- Only the echoing SMACK! of Alex's palm hitting Jane's bubble butt put a temporary halt to her oral worship.
"Thank you!" the well-trained sex slave cried out each time he spanked her ass, adding wonderfully red spots to her light brown butt.
The sight, sounds and sensation soon proved too much. Alex bent forwards, thrusting into Amethyst's throat one last time before unloading. Squirting pussy juices made a mess of Jane's face. It was simply too much for her to keep up.
Alex's orgasm had barely abated that he pulled out of Amethyst's throat and pushed into Jane's pussy. "I love you so much," he whispered, loud enough to be heard. The romantic confession among all this crude claiming had Jane's pussy grip him like a vice.
"I love you too, Alex!" she cried out for the whole world to hear. The watching haremettes on the other balconies squeed and swooned, a gathering of tomboys every bit as much in love with their Master as the redhead was.
The reward of love was being rutted to multiple orgasms. Amethyst recovered enough to repay the favour to Jane, her nimble tongue working the elf's clit while Alex moved in and out at as fast a pace as the spasming walls would permit. Jane may have continued her own oral favour, had her Master not been pulling her hair, forcing her back to bend and her mind to break as he used her to cum yet again.
A massive load from his bottomless balls pumped her fluttering depths full of baby batter. Each tension of his cock was another note in the symphony of his conquest. A crude and war-like song, underlied by the heavy beat of his heart. A glorious melody made by the many moans of loving tomboys.
Spurts weakened. His hand released Jane's hair, letting her collapse. She worked on evening her breathing quickly, recovering enough of her sanity from cockdrunk stupor to move once he had pulled out of her. Her and Amethyst got on their knees, then began their wobbly-legged journey to another balcony when he dismissed them with a gesture.
Alex took a deep breath and simply basked in the light of the stars. Truly, they were bright tonight, a spread of the milky way above that civilizational light would have usually blocked out. They seemed even brighter today. Perhaps they, too, were celebrating his outdoor orgy?
His gaze drifted to the onlookers. They were sat at the edges of their individual platforms, remaining obediently put. No movements besides lustful shivers and controlled breaths, no fingers or tongues that aided themselves or each other in taking care of their mounting desires. They were, entirely and utterly, his playthings for the night. To touch themselves without his permission did not even occur to these well-trained, private sluts of his.
Alex loved how well they were able to read and interpret his moods. Some nights they were in a sapphic frenzy, others they were restrained like this, he enjoyed both and everything in-between.
"Selana!" he made his next choice.
The cow tomboy leapt to her feet, then off the platform she was on. Grabbing a vine on her fall, she acrobatically swung on over to an adjacent one, then landed on the lounger. The springy network of branches beneath the cotton surface bent but did not break. "How do you want me, Master?" she asked.
Alex grabbed one of her smooth, gently curved horns and yanked her closer. Her mouth opened in a masochistic gasp, to be silenced when his lips mashed onto hers. Reverently, her hands settled on his chest, exploring the definition of his muscles as her back arched. Hard nipples brushed over his pectorals.
He released her horn only to have both his hands available. One landed on her meaty ass with a resounding smack, the other pressed between her thick thighs. Selana's eyelids were already fluttering, the mere touch of his fingers enough to push the perfect sex slave to the edge. Hand pressing indents into the abundant plush of her backside, he forced her to grind against his palm.
Alex feasted on her with the domineering selfishness of a Master and the adoration of a loving man. She was a gorgeously toned tomboy with curves that fit the mind of a perfect sex slave. Massive tits jiggled from the slightest motion. A plump, meaty ass that begged to be smacked and pounded. Strong thighs clenched around his hand as he kept working her drenched hole. She quivered lovably in his lustful embrace, moaning into the messy kiss. Their lips parted, then reunited, over and over again, incapable of staying away for any length of time.
The remnant taste of fruit and cooked meat clung to her lips. Her breathing hitched with every kiss. In those moments their mouths met, she existed for nothing but to surrender to his tongue. Hunger and worship drove her to predict his motions, their mouths ebbing and flowing, each kiss as deep as the last. Below, her cunt radiated the excited heat that was core to her delight as his plaything. The swollen mound yielded elastically to the demanding circles of his fingers.
It was too much for the cow tomboy to handle. Her moans soon reached a higher pitch, then turned into a kiss-muffled cry. One more flick of her clit and she was pushed over the edge. Kneeling on the bed, she spasmed. Stuck in his embrace, she nuzzled up against him, pressing her tall form against her titanic Master. Hugging his chest, she flooded his being with the dual rush of satisfaction and new hunger. His unattended cock twitched, dripping precum.
"Master…" Selana whispered as their kiss broke.
Her plea was unspoken and yet loudly heard. The brown of her eyes reflected the need to serve, to be used for his relief. Loyalty was rewarded with one more kiss, a tender meeting of lips immediately followed by a rough shove.
Selana fell onto her back, laughing wantonly as she did. Her athletic legs spread wide, his girthy waist finding space between her smooth thighs. Claiming what was his, Alex pressed the head of his cock against her welcoming folds. Tightness greeted him, her lower lips and inner walls embracing him as he made his way into her. Selana was totally relaxed, knowing and basking in the way he filled her utterly.
Wide-eyed and smirking, she watched his large cock disappear into the pussy that he had deflowered. His size filled her to the brink, the engorged head stopping just short of a depth that would have been painful. "A truly divine cock!" Selana exclaimed, clenching inner muscles to feel it all.
"Only the best for my cattle!" Alex possessively grabbed Selana's left tit. His digits sank deep into the pliable flesh. Milk squirted from an erect nipple, the cloudy white contrasting sharply with her tanned, mediterranean complexion. He kept squeezing and the milk kept flowing from her udders.
They were truly enormous. Already big tits had been turned into the largest pair Alex had ever seen in person by the changes of this island. Largest and most sensitive, the squeezing rolling Selana's eyes upwards before he started to rut into her.
Tiring of her body was impossible. Her ass and thighs resounded under every impact, a sharp beat to his vigour. Like a starving beast, he latched onto her nipple, stopping the waste of the rich and sweet milk. "Maaaaa-" she tried to cry out his title. It came out as a mixture of garbled speech, moan and moo.
His powerful hands kept squeezing her tits. His fingers were nearly entirely enveloped at times. His mouth leapt from one nipple to the other and back, attempting to drain the reservoir of delicious ambrosia. Pushing her tits together, he sucked on both nipples at once. Warm and delicious, the milk filled his mouth, thicker than regular milk yet short of cream. Selana's back arched. Excess of milk dripped onto her tits, running down her smooth and sweaty skin. She screamed into the night.
The rutting had not stopped. Alex was pounding her relentlessly. Ass and thighs rippled, the waves of her flesh only stopped by the spasmic tensing of her muscles. His cock, slick with the juices of other women, easily glided back and forth in her sopping wet pussy. The tunnel kept on clenching, fluttering, as he deliberately scraped over her most sensitive spots on every plunge. The cow tomboy's writhing spiked every time he came into contact with one of them.
Hard and loud, Selana came. Her screams would have woken a neighbourhood and certainly disturbed the birds that had chosen their tree for their nightly resting spot. Overflowing honey drenched their joined sexes and the bed beneath. Squirt after squirt from his female property marked the tree with their sexual harmony.
Alex's stomach was almost as full as his soul. Those udders produced more than even his enormous body could handle in the aftermath of a good meal. With a final suck, he pulled his head back. The two nipples popped free, Selana's huge tits falling and jiggling as the rest of her body continued to contort. He was still inside her, but the presence of his cock was enough to heighten her intense orgasm. Reverent clenches around his cock made Alex grunt.
Selana's high-pitched cries gradually slowed to audible panting. Her chest rose and fell in heavy heaves. Her torso came to an unsteady rest, post-orgasmic quivers continuing to keep her twitching. Excess milk still pearled from her tits, running down the sides of her ribcage, following the little channels between her muscles.
The ever-present urge to breed rose sharply. His mind was flooded with images of her udders being drained by the many hungry mouths his harem would produce and those tits getting even larger when she herself was knocked up. Until he had his help and answer, he would have to rely on other help. "Janette, Blair!" he called out to the first two sex slaves that entered his field of view. "Come down here!"
They were already following his command. Alex pulled out of Selana, to greet the two cumsluts with his hard cock. The moment they had reached the platform, they fell to their knees before him. He grabbed a wooden antler and a demonically curved horn and guided them to his cock.
Nostrils flared as they leaned in, taking in the scent of his manhood and the juices covering it. Eager tongues dragged over the surface in the slow rhythm he dictated. They subtly strained against his grasp, signalling that they wanted so much more while remaining obedient to the orders communicated by his continued grasp. Hot breath flowed around his rigid manhood.
"You two will help me milk Selana. The poor cow is just so full of milk," Alex explained to them, while their tongues polished the head of his cock. Precum mixed with Selana's juices had them moaning in delight. "I want you to keep sucking on her tits until her udders are empty, understood?"
""Yesh, Mashtahr," they slurred, departing from his cock with matching, wet kisses.
Alex released their horns. Slavishly, they crawled after him to and then on top of the soft bed. Selana had barely calmed, the view and intent of her Master enough to keep her at the peak of arousal. Her pussy twitched in anticipation of his arrival, then gushed a fresh wave of honey when he grabbed her by the horns.
"Moooo!" The sound was oddly cute coming from a tomboy that willingly and readily dehumanized herself for his desire. He rewarded her with a smack to her prime behind, sending those cheeks into another jiggle. There was so much meat to her that the impact spread from one cheek all the way to the other thigh.
Alex studied the moonlit glory of her back muscles. How they glistened, sweaty, in the silver light and how they sharply tensed when he entered her from behind. Just stuffing her full again made her climax again. "Always on a hair trigger," he whispered lovingly into her floppy, furred ear, before putting an arm around her neck.
The bend of his elbow was the hook to reel her in, pinning the back of her head against his broad chest. Her fat ass squished against his groin, all of her instincts yearning to have as much of him inside her as possible. In-between, her back arched pushing her tits out prominently.
Blair and Janette latched on immediately. Succubus and dryad alike sucked on hard nipples, hands kneading the enormous udders to further stimulate the milking response. Selana's eyes rolled up instantly, the pleasure too much to be expressed in any sound.
Alex rolled his hips, fucking the cow tomboy in an almost gentle rhythm. Her pussy was an absolute mess, stretched out by his girth already and yet constantly contracting into a tight grip. Her juices just kept on dripping and squirting, orgasm after orgasm making her hands twitch uselessly in midair, grasping at nothing as her toes curled.
"Just keep cumming for me," Alex encouraged her, his voice a loving rumble. "Keep cumming while your fellow sex slaves drain your delicious milk."
The two cumsluts moaned in agreement, gulping down mouthfuls of the seemingly bottomless wellspring of ambrosia. Everything about it was magical; the quantity, that she was producing it in the first place, and even that her tits showed no sign of losing any size no matter how much the duo swallowed.
Alex was watching, slow-fucking Selana, choking and kissing her, as Janette and Blair completed their mission. Minutes passed until they each took their last gulp, detaching from Selana's udders with a final pop. The cow tomboy's nipples were visibly engorged from the prolonged nursing. A last squeeze by the duo made a last bit of milk pearl from the tips, swiftly lapped up by long and eager tongues.
"Good girls," Alex complimented them. "How was it?"
"I am so full with cum and milk," Blair responded dreamily, all of her usual bite buried under a fluffy layer of happiness. "Is this heaven?"
"Delicious," Janette had a much simpler answer.
Alex's grip around Selana's throat tightened. Initially, he kept the slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust ground against the spots that made thighs jump her cunt seized. Blair and Janette stayed put, feeling the heaviness of their bellies and watching in devoted silence as their Master followed his instincts.
"Time for your rewards," he murmured against Selana's animal ear. "Drained, stuffed, still waiting for your load. Such a good piece of livestock."
Selana could only answer with a broken, high "Moooo…" that dissolved into a deep gasp when he shifted the angle, allowing her to breathe as he drove harder into her. The abundant meat of her backside was made to ripple, squishing against his hips. Juices ran in rivulets down the inside of her smooth legs, soaking yet more of the bedding.
Alex felt familiar heat coil in his lower body. Sated and yet oh so needy, he was hit by the unblunted force of his approaching release. Alex fully let go of her neck, seizing her waist with both hands instead. All pretence of gentleness vanish. He started pounding her, using her body the way her spasms and moans had trained him to.
Selana's upper body sank to the bed. She collapsed onto her elbows, her head resting between the hips of the eagerly waiting cumsluts. They watched with wide eyes as their Master jackhammered into Selana from behind. Those sinful curves of hers were all rippling with each resounding impact.
"Master! Master! Ma-" Selana's voice cracked into another long, animal moan. Her cunt clamped down in one final, vice-grip climax.
Alex buried himself to the base and let go. Thick, heavy spurts flooded her pussy, each pulse pumping more of his seed into her depths. Messy gushes of her juices answered every pulse, his divine cum driving her into a bliss her body could barely withstand.
Alex stayed in place, grinding in slow circles as his orgasm diminished. One hand rubbed her sweat-slick back with loving tenderness.
When the final throb faded, Alex pulled himself free. The mixture of their coupling dripped from her womanhood. A gesture was all it took for the cumsluts to move into place, lapping up the excess. Selana flattened fully on the bed, twitching, a blissed-out smile on her face.
Alex gave her ass one last smack, just for good measure. "Rest," he gave a simple order. He had used her too thoroughly to ask her to vacate the balcony. He would have to find another spot.