A second's lingering of his attention was the only invitation the redhead needed. "Need someone to worship your 'divine' body?" Blair asked as she crawled across. Her sarcastic trill was easily forgiven. Alex had a weakness for women who licked his cock with borderline religious fervour.
Straddling his right leg, the succubus leaned in. The pointy red of her tongue dragged along the underside, elongating as it did. Standing upright by nature, Alex's manhood tilted back lightly from the pressure.
"Like an anchored rod," Blair moaned, her cool exterior long-since melted by her hunger for his seed. A remnant of the white liquid clung stubbornly to the tip, pearling down the side of his shaft.
The succubus' tongue coiled around his girth, forming a full ring just beneath the head. The pointed tip wiggled, exploring the taste and the veins of the upside of his manhood. Consisting of the multi-orgasmic pussy juices of several tomboys and his own seed, the concoction coating him might as well have been semen-demon catnip.
"I'm not convinshed, but your tashte makesh a sholid cashe," Blair slurred, her tongue softly moving as she pronounced each word as well as she could.
She was an absolutely gorgeous sight. Her hands rested to either side of his midriff, stabilising her as she hung above his cock. Long red tresses fell on an almost as red back. All over her sinful body, black markings testified to a demonic nature the horns and tail made abundantly clear anyhow. A pair of fangs, small by monster girl standards but large for humans, harmonised nicely with her infernal green eyes and their slit pupils.
Alex liked the way the fangs looked and he loved that he never once had felt them during the multiple fellatios she had performed on him. The succubus knew exactly what she was doing and she proudly smiled, aware of her own skill.
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Her dextrous tongue coiled twice more around his shaft, snaking down all the way to the base. Methodical and sensual, Blair squeezed the whole length of him. The spiral acted like a full-cock lick. As she retreated northwards, she pulled her tongue back in, shuddering all the while at the taste of his seed.
Her mouth closed for a brief moment before hunger overcame her. Every good craftsman knew that the broad application of a tool had to be followed up with attention to detail. Blair lapped at every centimetre of his shaft, leaving him gleaming and wet with her saliva all over. Even his heavy testicles were washed by licks and kisses. Blair pervertedly nuzzled them with her cheek.
"Your scent… your taste…" the infernal succubus swooned. "So… male."
She might as well have called him her god with the way she moaned that word. Alex's cock twitched. Immediately, Blair was back on it, licking her way back up. Red, full lips closed around the head. Her tongue cleaned up the vestiges of seed and the abundance of precum.
"If it's masculinity you crave…" Alex took a firm hold of one of her horns and dragged her up. Blair gulped audibly, laughing as she presented her hot comfort hole for him to do with as he pleased. "...perhaps you should explore some more."
"If that pleases you," her response was melodic, her journey down to his midriff. Her breath hitched. Pussy juices dripped onto Alex's leg. Hands rested on his broad chest. Trimmed nails playfully scratched over his hard muscles before coming to a splayed halt on either side of Blair's head.
The redhead tasted his sweat, lapping the hot salt off his abs. One could be led to believe that it was a close second to the blessed ambrosia that was his seed, so thorough was her worship and so notable her trembles. The rigid, defined hills of his abdominal muscles laid out the pathways of her exploration. His scent, borderline supernatural in its own right, kept filling her lungs on every inhale. She committed to the complete mapping of the territory. Each peak and each valley was to be considered.
Blair was locked into the motions, repetitive in nature and yet individual in care and placement. Long and loving as her tongue was, there was just so much man for her to worship.
The air seemed to thicken with the scent of horny tomboy pheromones. Two shadows fell over them, painted softly by the twilight radiating from the crystal growths along the walls and under the orange domed ceiling.
"You're doing some proper service, Red." Selana's voice, a husky purr that vibrated behind and within her considerable chest, stood out among the dumbfucked moans of the thoroughly used majority of the harem. The cow tomboy's H-cups cast their own shade, their gently sagging roundness clearly protruding to the sides.
Blair's fel green eyes locked with Selana's, but the succubus refused to stop her worship to answer. The addition of another presence didn't change that.
"Can't let ya have all the fun, succubus," Charlotte chimed, her tone a light and teasing trill. The fox-eared swimmer moved with wonderful fluidity, blue body markings seeming to shimmer like waves hit by moonlight. Next to Selana, the vixen's bottom-heavy form appeared borderline modest.
'Such a stark and gorgeous contrast,' Alex thought as he simply watched. A confident smile was his only contribution to the little exchange.
Neither Master nor tomboy in use objected. Wasting no further time, Selana knelt down besides Alex, the mattress shifting under her weight. Massive tits swung perpendicular to her lowered chest, their weight pulled down into teardrop shapes. Erect, dark brown nipples nearly brushed over the sheets, then were hidden beneath the resting squish as Selana offered her aid in ensuring every part of Alex's upper half was covered in kisses.
Charlotte, ever the mischievous vixen, decided on a different approach. She crawled to his feet. The tip of her tongue was placed near his ankle, then dragged up to his calf. "This is good, firm meat," she giggled and playfully bit the muscle before moving further up.
The trio did not keep it to tongue bathing him. Though the kisses never stopped, eager hands soon did the majority of the caressing. Palms glided all over him, rubbing him in a multi-front massage. It was a storm of adoration. Selana danced around the outskirts, reverent in her worship of his flanks, his arms and his shoulders – especially his shoulders.
"Atlas got nothing on these," the cow tomboy purred. "These are the shoulders of a true titan, my divine Master."
"These legs definitely make a good point… not quite convinced though." Charlotte straddled one of his shins and moaned as she rubbed her clit against the smooth, taut skin. "Every part of him is so… electrifying."
At the chiselled core of his body, Blair's moan was lost between his pectorals when Alex suddenly gripped one of her polished horns. Being treated as a living altar by one true believer and two temporary sceptics had left his cock throbbing unattended. He pushed her down, making her crawl backwards in accordance with his whims, until her red lips hovered above his cock once more.
Blair was panting, mouth agape, awaiting the moment he dragged her down. Satisfaction was granted to her immediately. His hand leapt from her horn to the back of her head, then pushed her down. His palm momentarily lost contact, her dive even faster. Eyelids fluttered as she got her throat stuffed by her beloved cock.
"Yeah, choke on that divine dick," Selana encouraged, licking her way down her Master's chest to get her fill of his abs.
"Eh, divine is overstating it a bit but… man, she really loves getting her throat stuffed," Charlotte's bratty remark shifted to awe as she listened to Blair.
The succubus' vocal cords were vibrating around the rigid shaft stretching out her throat-pussy. Lips stretched obscenely, lagging behind her caved-in cheeks as she moved upwards. To bring the semen demon under control, Alex grabbed both of her horns with his large hands. A reprimanding growl snapped the greedy submissive back into the proper state of mind.
"Fuck!" "Oh fuck!" Selana and Charlotte moaned in unison. Abs and legs alike moved with a fraction of the man of the island's power as he thrust up into Blair's face. Just watching him use the red-skinned woman's mouth as his cockwarmer had the two of them dripping wet. Pheromones overflowed from the fox and cow tomboys, filling the air with a faint sweetness akin to nothing else in the world.
Blair was just about to lose herself to the moment when she was suddenly pulled back. Confused, she remained right where she was as Alex shifted beneath all of them. Before any of his tomboys knew when their worship had turned into being used, Charlotte and Selana had been manhandled into laying on their backs.
"OH, MASTER, YES!" Selana screamed ecstatically when he entered her. His need was overflowing, his pace rapid from the onset. Ever the perfect sex slave, the thrill-seeking tomboy took the rough pounding not merely well but instead with the utmost, natural bliss. Drenched and just loosened enough by her own fingers, the tunnel of her pussy offered the exactly right amount of resistance to his repeated plunges.
Alex's world narrowed down to her tits. The up and down swing of those huge jugs were his reward for every thrust. He could practically hear the milk inside sloshing, beckoning him to have a taste. "Share this with me, Blair," he grunted on a whim.
Selana's pussy clenched down hard as first he, then the succubus, latched onto her quivering tits. Animalistic shouts between moan, moo and prayer echoed in the room as she squirted beneath him. He was rutting into her while drinking her rich, sweet milk. Without a second's hesitation, he crossed the point of no return.
Back arched, tits pressed into the greedy lips of her lovers, Selana sucked in a final gasp and then went silent. She was being milked while her pussy milked him in turn. Balls tightened. His hips stopped moving. Her legs tightened around his waist. Every single drop was spurted right into her.
One more grunt and Alex pulled out of Selana's quivering depths. Absent his cock, the cow tomboy went limp beneath him. Massive tits heaved with each ragged breath, nipples glistening from the attentive tongues that had aided the spurting of her milk. A thin line of cloudy white pearled from each crown of her udders. Her expression was one of blissful devastation.
Alex's shaft was unrelentingly rigid. Coated in a fresh mixture of cum and pussy juice, he grabbed Blair once again. The infernal succubus offered no resistance, not even any born from mismatched expectations. She was a slave to his demanding pull, her mouth his sleeve to fill and then fuck.
Slit pupils dilated. Her body trembled in anticipation. She moaned at the taste and the way his cockhead scraped against the sensitive walls of her demonic throat. Lewd sputtering noises became the dominant rhythm to the erotic symphony of a harem in motion. Selana's juices. Traces of his seed. The thrusts. Her fluttering eyelids. The conclusion was clear and then –
Alex pulled out of her throat at the last moment. Tongue lolling out in a desperate attempt to coax him back in, Blair groaned in dissatisfaction. Obediently, she remained put, radiating needful heat
"You cum when I want you to – isn't that right?" Alex asked his comfort hole.
"Yes, Master," Blair whined, her tail smacking her own ass like a whip. Was it a sign of frustration or extreme need? Both, most likely. Left edged again, she just panted while Alex moved towards Charlotte.
"You can hover over me as menacingly as you want, I'm still not going to worship you," the vixen said, a mischievous smirk on her soft lips.
Alex only had a single grunt to offer in response. "Brat." He grabbed her waist, pulled her forwards, and positioned himself between her thighs. A light cry escaped Charlotte when he nudged against her slick entrance.
Selana had been immediately welcoming. Charlotte's pussy offered a bit more resistance – a tight, velvety squeeze that fit her smaller frame perfectly – but yielded to him all the same. One smooth, descending motion later, he was fully inside of her. His girth glided over so many nerve endings. His length prodded a spot her fingers and even most toys couldn't reach.
"Fuck…" Charlotte whispered, her attitude melting away as he pulled back. "Fuck!" she cried out, back arching, when he plunged into her again. The blue, shimmering markings accentuated her taut, nubile body wonderfully.
Alex set a deliberate rhythm. For the cow tomboy, he had taken advantage of just how perfectly crafted she was for him, ramming into her with rough determination to pound the senses out of her. With Charlotte, he aimed to hit all the right spots. Each thrust was a precise strike, making her medium breasts jiggle and her fat ass ripple. The bottom-heavy swimmer was helpless, dominated by his shadow as much as his hands.
The velvety squeeze of her pussy was everything he wanted and more. Every time he plunged into her depths, a gush of her fluids immediately followed. "Not so mouthy now, are you?" he asked her.
Charlotte responded with a series of half-coherent moans. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. Her lips curled into a submissive smile. All of her body drew him deeper, wordlessly begging for more.
Blair hovered over the scene, watching with hooded eyes. Her need was a palpable thing. Her fingers worked her clit, only to back away at the last second. A good girl did not make herself climax when she had been given implicit orders to be edged. She could not deny herself the worship of Alex's muscles, however, when he stretched an arm past her.
With a succubus hugging and kissing his biceps, the man of the island squeezed Charlotte's throat. Yesterday's orgy had left quite the impression on Charlotte. The second he took control over her breathing, her previously simple chain of orgasms turned into a squirting ride of ecstasy.
Alex's grip on her throat was the only thing keeping her grounded. The arching of her back was almost concerning, but a flexible vixen like her could contort herself a little bit for his pleasure. What mattered was that her pussy remained aligned as he picked up the pace. His previously methodical approach was getting buried under the mounting need to release deep inside her.
He relaxed his hand. Air rushed into Charlotte's lungs in a desperate, shuddering inhale. When her scream began, he clamped back down on her, causing a particularly intense gush of her pussy juice to break against his groin. Blair swooned, feeling the muscles of his arm tense to keep the fellow tomboy down.
The pace he set next alerted everyone around to what would happen within the next ten seconds. Dumbfucked and waiting cocksleeves alike sped up the motions of their fingers to accompany his orgasm with a crescendo of climactic cries. Alex closed his eyes, basked in the sounds, and stopped deep inside Charlotte.
His hips bucked against her. He poured his essence into the vixen's greedy depths. Hot seed pooling inside her, Charlotte reached the absolute pinnacle of a cumdump's satisfaction. Her body craved every last drop of his seed. Even if she didn't think it holy, she thought it superior and him the only one worthy to fill her waiting womb.
The air was heavy with the hot scents of milk, pheromones and sweat. Alex drew the potent cocktail in with every breath, letting it fuel him while Charlotte's clenching folds wrung every drop out of him.
For several long moments, they were as a single organism, twitching and gasping together. Raggedly breathing, the wider harem acted as an extension of them. All shared in the gloriously stretched seconds of their shared orgasms. The mattress was dotted and soaked with the juices of the many tomboys.
'Thank the fae for the cleaning magic,' Alex thought. It was a clear sign that that post-nut clarity was setting in, though it stopped long before it could diminish his actual lust. His erection withdrew from Charlotte's properly used pussy, trailing a thick strand of their combined fluids. The vixen was a human-shaped puddle, sweat sticking short hair to her forehead. She grinned, mindlessly, and moaned as an aftershock made her exposed folds twitch.
His heavy gaze leisurely wandered to his right.
Blair was a picture of agonised need. Clutching and kissing his arm, she shifted endlessly in pre-orgasmic trembles. Her red skin glistened, the black markings on her like an elaborate matrix that aimed to summon and bind his attention. Her tail whipped back and forth, the spade-shaped tip smacking her rear and thigh periodically.
When he seized her by the back of the head, she knew what came next. Once more the room was filled with the steady 'GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!' of Alex cleaning his cock in Blair's throat. The stimulation would have been easily enough to push her over the edge had it not been for the control the womb tattoo granted him. Demonic magic kept the infernal succubus teetering at the brink.
Alex pulled her off his cock suddenly. She coughed once, clearing her throat as swiftly as she could before croaking a desperate, "Please…" Her half-lidded eyes were glass with need, her body beyond trembling. She looked at him with all the need of a hungry cat and the submissiveness of a… well, willing sex slave tomboy. There really was nothing quite like it. "Please, Master, I need your cum."
"Good girl," Alex praised her for her straightforward plea, then rolled his wrist. The simple commanding gesture was understood and the succubus turned around. She got on all fours between Selana and Charlotte, presenting her ass while the two freshly fucked cocksleeves were getting cleaned out by the tongues of other haremettes.
Alex gave her ass a nice swat, making her wide hips sway and her cheeks jiggle. Immediately her tail coiled around his arm, instinctively pulling him forwards to grasp the curve of her waist. Too hungry for more, he did not even try to resist her. He had just dumped a load inside Charlotte but his soul urged him, demonic, holy and other sides alike, to give everything he had to this willing cumdump.
He sank into her infernal heat with teasing slowness. Blair's body, coiled with anticipation, tensed up further and further. A prolonged, animalistic groan voiced her delighted frustration. Every carefully advanced inch was another second she was kept at the edge. Her velvety walls clenched around him, the grip simultaneously marked by the plushness of her internal lining and the grip of a horse rider's trained core.
"Oh yeah, that's a succubus' pussy," Alex whispered praisingly. The residual heat of her fire affinity surrounded him like the waters of a hot spring. It seeped deep into him, stimulating blood flow in the area further, making him feel impossibly hard and so alive. "Ready to cum for me, Blair?"
"If… it… pleases you…!" Blair pushed out the proper response, despite her desperation.
Alex smirked and, with a single roll of his hips, turned the red-skinned woman's entire frame into a spasming wreck.
Head flying back, Blair screamed. The sudden, loud noise animated the other tomboys into one more frenzied spurt of self and mutual pleasure. Most of those that Alex had already fucked were starting to fade, their energies spent. This would be their last, voyeuristic delight for this orgy.
Alex's free hand tangled in her long, red tresses. He pulled the messy cascade like a rein, though he stopped short of the true extent of strain he wanted to put on her. Blair was among the less masochistic sluts he had access to, a boundary to keep in mind while he rocked her world.
"Master!" Blair gasped, her voice a breathy, pleading thing. "More, I beg!"
No motivation had been necessary to begin with. Pounding the spasming submissive was natural to him, natural to any man really. The only differing factor between the rest of the male sex and him was how good he was at it. The might of his muscles translated into the jiggles of her ass with every hard thrust.
"Is this what you want? To be used? To be my little sex slave?"
"YES!" Blair answered with a strangled cry, her lungs struggling to provide her the air for words while she was made to rock back and forth. Like a proper toy, she swung her hips back at him, adding extra volume to the repeated, lewd claps of groin against bubble butt. "Yours! All… yours, Master!"
Alex set a brutal pace, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. He did it as much for their enjoyment as that of the haremettes desperately trying to stay awake and masturbating. Tired voices cooed in feverish bliss, the dozen used cocksleeves mesmerised by their Master and surrendered to their own arousal.
The room swam in the haze of his musk and their pheromones. Hooded eyes and lips parted in panting breaths all added to the atmosphere. Their Master took Blair with raw, dominant force, sending constant waves of fresh arousal through them. Be it fingers or pussy grinding against pussy, all accelerated and climaxed repeatedly to the sight.
Blair herself was fracturing, coming apart beneath the heavy impacts of Alex's hips. She was breaking, blow for blow, and came harder and harder as she did. Alex's world narrowed down to the sounds flowing from her sensitive throat and the landscape of her round ass and curved, slender back. She was all tomboy and all woman, made to be claimed.
"You take my cock so well," he growled, his voice making her pussy clench even harder than the series of orgasmic convulsions did. Part of her insides were turned outside every time he dragged out and returned to their proper place when he hammered back into her. "A grippy cunt belonging to such a good demon slut."
Praise, coupled with a particularly deep thrust, turned out to be her undoing. The last vestiges of her will faded in a choked scream. The dam broke and hot, clear juices exploded from her swollen pussy. It was like a series of molten tidal waves, adding yet more stains to the bed.
Her tail coiled tighter around his arm. Her pussy was a vice, well-lubricated to keep him moving. Each plunge was another peak in her ceaseless, squirting orgasm. Alex clenched his teeth, fighting against the massaging grip of the semen demon's pussy.
His world narrowed down further and further, the edges of his vision filled with black and white dots. His lungs felt like they were working to keep a furnace going. He did not stop. If anything, he grew faster. Like an industrial piston, he kept slamming his cock into her depth, nailing a sensitive spot no one else had ever reached. She turned from entirely rigid to almost entirely relaxed, the series of orgasms frying her brain and leaving her a broken, quivering, happy mess.
With a final, harsh plunge, Alex found his own release. Buried to the hilt, he let the well-earned climax wipe all of his senses clean for a moment. There was only the rushing of blood in his ears, the dancing of dots in his eyes, and the heat of Blair's flesh around his twitching cock.
Cum rushed into hungry depths. Blair lacked the capacity to react in any greater manner than she already had been. She simply took spurt after spurt of her favourite liquid in the entire world, fulfilling her purpose as an eager cumslut. Thick streams kept flooding her, the first couple undiminished in their quantity, before finally beginning to ease off.
Her insides moved unnaturally, the muscles within forming a tight ring at the base that travelled up his length with growing frequency as his spurts diminished. The semen demon was properly milking him. Every last drop of the blessed ambrosia was emptied into her, triggering smaller aftershocks with every delivery to her spent body.
As his orgasm peaked and faded, so did the final ones of the equally spent cumdumps. From Niara to Charlotte, all those that had already gotten their pride-mandated share of Alex's cum were collapsing into the land of dreams. Only Selana remained lucid enough to do as a perfect slave would do and lap the fresh cum out of Blair once Alex had pulled out.
Finally allowing himself a proper pause, Alex just watched while Selana, on pure instinct, cleaned the excess of cum from the succubus' cunt. Once she was done with that sloppy job, both cow and demon female joined the rest on the land of dreams. What had been a room filled with constant moans turned quiet. It was a nice contrast, allowing him to focus his mind further.
Though those thirteen haremettes were out, he remained well energised. He wasn't as rested as he was during the beginning, yet, like any athlete mid-performance, he was nowhere near done yet.
Jane, Tess and Astrid patiently waited for their Master.