Tomboy Island Ch 02

[I've added the Maledom tag because people didn't see that theme coming( the reader choice before that scene was "Just go full caveman mating press mode"), let me say again that a lot of the actions and the MC's personality are determined by readers, and dice rolls determine other things like how successful an action is among other things.

This is also meant to be an erotic power fantasy, with the added dice rolls and player choice it'll be a bit more chaotic than a traditional story, so please keep that in mind.

That being said, feedback and general comments are always welcome and appreciated.

There are also the more "traditional" written stories on Literotica, If you are one of the readers that are looking for story that's more romance focused try Welldark, for adventure and action try Drip-fed and if you are looking for something even more smutty try Who a King Must Do]

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Alex woke up first.

He was warm and it wasn't just the weather. Glancing down, he found that both of the women were laying on top of him. Tess had her head resting gracefully on his shoulders, her fair skin was almost impossibly clean, he found. Charlotte, on the other side, was hugging him tightly. An arm and a leg of the French tomboy were layered on top of him. A mischievous smile had its fitting place on her sleeping face.

He remembered Charlotte falling asleep next to him, but not this close. Tess had been an arm's reach away. Why were they now...

The memories flooded in with his first conscious breath. Deep heat flooded his lungs, made his morning wood twitch, and heightened his senses toward the pointy nipples that rubbed against him.

Images, crystal clear, and scents filled his thoughts. He remembered their wet and willing pleads, their wanton cries, their submission in mind and soul. He could still taste the moment he claimed Tess' virginity, the moment he fucked Charlotte like no one else before.

The heat attempted to make him repeat it, to take control. Audibly, he pushed all the air out of his lungs. He tensed up. It was enough to make the women stir.

As soon as they had blinked the sleep out of their eyes, they reacted in much the same way he had. Shocked realization spread on their face. It must have been the fog. All of them knew that. That fog was filling their lungs and loins with heat with every breath!

The trio hastened onto their feet. Breath held, they climbed out, squeezing through the same gap that had given them entrance. Once back in the clear air of the forest, in all of its warm humidity, they panted rapidly, mostly trying to get the remaining heat out of their systems. Alex's cock was still rock hard.

"What was that?!" Tess wanted to know.

"Some kind of aphrodisiac...?" Charlotte answered, dealing with the situation considerably better than the goth did. No wonder, Charlotte had just added one more to her list of partners, Tess had started hers.

"You... FUCKED us," Tess emphasized the word in a way that was less accusatory and more a surrender to the fact that no other word could be used to describe what had transpired. "You took my... you came inside me! I can't get pregnant out here!"

"It'll be fine,." Alex's voice rang with a certainty and authority that exceeded what he felt. Had it always been this deep and even?

The two women took a few more deep breaths, before all of them started to return to a normal pace. "Fuck," Tess spat out, resting her wrist against his forehead. "It'll be fine... it will be fine..." she muttered to herself. "...Alright, I'll believe that."

"Not much else we can do, is there?" Charlotte tapped over on her toes. The playful gesture belied the caring way she put her arms around the woman nine years her senior.

"No," Tess agreed and looked up, the calm restored to her eyes. They looked silvery in the little sunray that peeked through the canopy.

Once again, Alex found himself fortunate that he had crashed with professional athletes used to stress and hardship. Albeit that these athletes were all women made things... hard. His cock was still erect, the tip drooling precum. With calm restored, the two women's eyes wandered to it.

They must have remembered what he had done to them as much as he remembered doing it. Rolled up eyes, tongues lolling out in euphoric bliss, lower lips agape... The images did not let go. How could they?

"It'll go away," Alex assured. "I'm not doing anything that you don't want."

The two of them nodded. For all that had happened last night, he could not be accused of doing anything unwanted. All of them had lapsed in control and all of them had needed it. 'Master,' they had cried. 'Master!'

"I could make it go away." Charlotte poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, then laughed. "Sorry, that wasn't funny you're clearly... you know, it's clearly in the way. I'll try to be less stupid sexy."

"I doubt you can succeed on the stupid," Tess stated with a sarcastic drawl. The curvy goth woman put a hand on her pale hips.

"You're right in the sense that I'll always be sexy." Charlotte wiggled her hips. Morning rays made the fresh wetness between their legs glisten.

Alex gulped. Charlotte had meant it as a joke, but maybe if he asked assertively enough...

"Will you make it go away?"

The question cut through the banter.

Alex stood there, shoulders back, his height advantage over Charlotte more apparent than ever. She couldn't have been taller than 1,70 metres. Not tiny, athletes rarely were, but almost a head shorter than he was.

"I can walk it off," he assured her. "If you don't want to, I accept that. If you would do this for me, I'd be much obliged."

Charlotte remained stunned only for one more moment, then a sly smile spread on her pink lips. "Well, I guess I did offer," she said.

Tess watched the tomboy drop to her knees. There was no judgement in her eyes, just a bit of confusion. "You two have fun," she said and stepped aside.

"Don't walk too far away!" Alex cautioned her.

"I won't!" Tess assured and indeed only walked around one corner. Alex could still see her legs. If anything happened, they would notice.

A kiss to his sack made his attention shift back. "Eyes on me, big guy." Charlotte pouted. "And I mean big in every sense. Look at this thing!" The foxy woman dragged her tongue up from the base all the way to the underside of his glans. "Tashtesh delicioush," she slurred past her extended tongue, then wrapped those wonderfully pink lips around the head.

"Fuck, that hits the spot," Alex groaned, while her nimble tongue swirled around the sensitive member. Little bobs soon filled the forest with lewd sucking sounds. Green eyes stared ahead. The French tomboy was entirely focused on her task.

Instinctively, he put a hand on her head. The sportily short hair was soft under his touch. Neither humid air nor saltwater seemed to have damaged it in any way. Pushing demandingly, he made Charlotte moan first with appreciation - then protest. A hand flat against his groin she resisted and he let go.

"This ain't my first time but I'm no pornstar," Charlotte stated, "and you're not small." Both of her hands worked the length of his cock to underline the point.

"Just got a little enthusiastic," Alex apologized. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

"...Well, maybe I can push myself a little bit," the French tomboy said with a lewd grin, and then replaced one hand with her lips. Mouth open wide, tongue aggressively massaging, she pushed herself down. She was less than a third of the way down when the gag reflex kicked in.

Pulling back to a comfortable point, she kept on pumping the length of his shaft, while her head moved in wild, little circles. Once she had recovered, she tried to take him into her throat again. There was a moment of resistance, then something relaxed and he was in. The tightness only lasted for a moment, before she pulled back.

"F-fuck!" she coughed. "Fuck," she repeated, steadying her breathing with all of the expertise of an olympic swimmer. "Look at this fucking thing!" Charlotte leaned forwards and pressed her face against his cock. Precum smeared into her short, brown hair.

"I am looking at a fuckable thing," Alex hummed.

Charlotte shuddered at the remark and smirked. "Permission to masturbate, Master?" she asked in a joking fashion. Her hand already wandered between her legs.

"Permission granted," he said graciously and the fingers curved into her.

Lips wrapped again around his manhood. Much as he would have loved to stand there and watch her try and try again to deepthroat him, between the pumping of her head and the enthusiastic working of his glans, he was not going to last.

"I'm going to cum," he groaned.

Disappointingly, Charlotte took that as her signal to move her lips away. "Cum with me," she begged. "Cum with me-e-e-eeeee!"

Her hands finished both of them off. Jets of white seed shot across her trembling features. The pumping first became ]jittery, then stopped altogether. By then, Alex was calming down anyway. Charlotte followed a little bit later.

Alex pushed down his disappointment that she hadn't swallowed his cum. If she didn't enjoy the taste, then there was nothing to be done. "Thank you," he said earnestly. "Much easier to think now."

"Just remember to walk in front, or that post-nut clarity won't last five minutes," Charlotte joked and ripped some of the moss off the nearby ground - the regular, green variety. She used it to wipe her face and hair clean. "Now, let's try to find breakfast and a place to clean ourselves."

"Starting to make sense again!" Tess commented loudly from the sidelines.

"Aaaaaah! Alex, there's a voyeur!"

"Very funny," the goth drawled sarcastically.

"Funny and correct," Alex supported the French tomboy. "Let's get going."

"Do you know what direction we're heading?" Tess asked.

"As long as the sun rises in the east," Alex assured. It was, admittedly, hard to make out the direction of the sun rays half the time, with the canopy up above and everything around being forest. "We just have to keep it slow and orient ourselves repeatedly."

Slow was the name of the game. The ground under their feet consisted almost entirely of roots and the occasional small plant that managed to claim what the trees hadn't already. It was an up and down, a left to right, and throughout all of that, Alex had to keep looking for what signs of the sun he got.

Fortunately, his internal sense of time was good. Just one of the things a pilot needed.

After nearly two hours of working their way through the jungle, they emerged on a patch of wildberries of some kind, growing around a rushing river. The water had cut a three metre drop into the soil - a drop that someone was crossing at the moment, using only a broad stick they had found. She had her back to them, showing them a cascade of black, wavy hair, long enough to partly cover her shapely ass.

Alex waited until she had crossed the gap before shouting. "Hey!"

The woman twirled around, laid eyes on them, and immediately went back over the narrow stick. She balanced over it and all other obstacles on the way with feline grace, before dropping down in front of them.

She was shorter than Charlotte, had smaller breasts, and a much softer tan. For all of that, the Asian woman before him was no less beautiful. As with all the athletes on that plane, she was slender, fit, and young.

"What a pleasant surprise... Alexander, was it?" she asked.

"Alex, we are hardly in a situation that requires formality."

A little smile played around her lips at the mention of that. "A silver-lining, if nothing else." She looked past him and waved. Charlotte waved back, Tess just raised her hand in a short greeting. "Yahui, if you need the reminder," she said to Alex.

"I did not," he assured her. He conveniently decided to skip out on the fact that one of the reasons he remembered her name was a strongly worded email by some Chinese officials to not engage with her under any circumstances. "...Weird first question, but how did you lose your clothes?"

"By the time I came ashore, they were already unusable scraps... same story?" The others nodded. "Peculiar."

"Very peculiar..." Alex wanted to tell her about the other strange happenings too, but first he needed to get to those berries. There was freshwater and breakfast here.

As the three of them ate, Yahui got them up to speed on what she had done. It wasn't much to tell. She had washed ashore somewhere along the coast, she did not know where exactly, and moved into the forest to get out of the sun. As luck would have it, she came across this river and the berries by nightfall. She had been about to set out in search of someone when the three of them arrived.

"And what did you get up to?" she asked.

"A fair bit," he answered, then gave a quick summary of it - although he did skip what had happened during the night and in the morning. He did not want to come across as if he was bragging or as if they had gone crazy. He just said that the place they slept in had turned out to be less safe than they thought.

"More berries," Yahui summarized. "At least there seem to be plenty of edible resources on this island." She smacked her thighs, creating a distracting ripple, and got up. "Well, I am sticking by you then. At least until we put a camp together."

Alex nodded. They would have to do that eventually. Under the hopeful assumption that they all had survived and found each other, they would eventually become large enough a group to get a meaningful camp running. The where was a question for then.

"I want to look around here a little bit," Alex said and gestured at the river. "There's freshwater here, the most important thing we could ask for." He pointed at the trench the river had cut. "We can use it for orientation as we go inland, at least until we find the source." Then he pointed the other way. "Plus, it should empty out into the sea somewhere. Let's try to find that point. It would make for a good campsite."

That made sense to everyone involved. Alex took point again and they did their best to follow the water. It was difficult at first, the trench it had made meandering in ways that were difficult to follow thanks to the rest of the unclaimed topography. Gradually, the depth of the trench diminished and so did the strength of the waterflow. The river became a rivulet, flowing over stones rounded by time.

They emerged from the jungle straight onto a perfect camping spot. Two last trees stood together, their broad leaves casting a shade that would last all day. The ground between them was even, the soil firm and, surprisingly, covered in grass. The river was a few metres removed. Only half a metre was now between them and its pitter-patter, but that was enough to assure this ground would remain dry.

Past the camping spot was a slice of beach. The slope into the ocean was long and gentle. Anything except for a torrential flood would not reach this spot and if there was one, they'd likely have bigger issues.

The best part was that this spot was easy to find. It was right where the beach met the jungle. There was more shore after a gap of jungle, Alex could see that much across the tiny bay, but for this western part of the island it was optimal. There were berry bushes upstream and to the west as well, so food could be easily gathered.

Alex made sure to mark this spot on his mental map.

"Alright, fearless leader, where to next?" Charlotte asked.

"East," Alex stated with confidence. There was more coast past just a bit of forest. Maybe the rest were somewhere over there?

"East it is!" the French tomboy stated and grabbed his arm.

"Are they...?" Yahui asked behind them.

"They're something," Tess stated.

Alex let them talk. He had omitted the sexual details, but if Charlotte wanted to be more open about it, that was fine with him. The blowjob in the morning had been one of the least odd things to happen so far, all things considered.

They advanced with growing confidence. This part of the jungle wasn't as dense and they always had the ocean sparkling between the trees as a point of reference. When Charlotte wasn't tightly attached to his arm, she even dared to race a bit ahead.

"Honestly, this island is pretty great," Charlotte shouted, balancing on a fallen, moss-covered tree. "If it weren't for the circumstances, I'd think I got a fantastic vacation!"

"Honestly, this is my idea of a vacation," Alex shouted back. "Once we get out of here, I can invite you to one of my survival trips! We can bring Selana too!"

"I didn't realize you were close to the adrenaline junkie!"

"We're drinking buddies!"

"Not fuck buddies?"

"She doesn't have those!"

Alex had stopped at the foot of the fallen tree, as he and Charlotte had their little shout-banter. With a smile on his face, he turned left, back to his group. The smile immediately dropped.

"Where is Tess?"

The sole Yahui whirled around, the shock plane on her face. She started to take a step in the general direction they had come from, but Alex gripped her by the shoulder. "She was just behind me!" the Chinese athlete assured. "Two minutes, tops."

That wasn't good, but it also wasn't terrible. "Wait - here," he stated with absolute certainty. His deep tone got through and she nodded with militaristic certainty. "Keep an eye on each other!"

With that, he carefully advanced back into the bit of forest they had just left. A wall of ferns was his first obstacle.

Much respect as Alex had for nature, that was only when it was not threatening someone he cared about. Grabbed the ferns by the bushel, he ripped them out with precision and all the fury that had driven men to tame the wilds in the first time. Nothing would come between him and his... his... whatever Tess was to him right now!

The brutal strategy worked. Within moments, he had uncovered a piece of soil that was slick and had the markings of someone that had slipped recently. Immediately, he ripped and tore his way through more bushels, swiftly uncovering Tess in her predicament.

The goth had fallen into some kind of puddle of a viscous, clear substance mixed with sand. Whatever it was, it wasn't immediately harmful, as the very much still alive goth proved, but she was slowly sinking. Luck had it that her nose was still above the surface, but half her mouth was not. She could not shout without taking in a mouthful of sand and this oily substance.

Alex' eyes darted around the pool. Ferns hid just how far it extended, but Tess was near the edge of it. Were the ferns the origin of the oil or was this just the soil they were adapted to? Questions for later.

Jumping fearlessly over the deathtrap, Alex landed on a bit of dry ground near a young tree. He gripped the trunk with one hand, and reached out to Tess with the other. Their fingers locked. "DO NOT LET GO!" he roared, then pulled.

The grip of the soil was worse than any curl machine Alex had ever worked on. Pulling a boot the weight of a whole person out of a mud pit was hard, incredibly hard. His muscles were as much wired steel as his will at that moment. His arm burned, the tree creaked, but he kept on.

Oily sand squelched. Tess moved up. "Keep going!" she encouraged him, her mouth free. The words were all he needed. Two monumental efforts first freed the rest of her torso, then he wrapped his arm around her waist and he tore her free entirely.

Putting her across his arms like a princess, he sprinted away from the pit. It was sheer savage instinct to get away from the sight of danger and reconnect with the rest of the group. Yahui and Charlotte breathed easier when they surfaced again from the ferns.

Breathing heavily, Alex looked down at Tess. Oil stuck to every part of her, save the upper half of her face and the hand that he had first grasped. It formed a slick, translucent layer, as if she had just started an expensive massage. Her grey-silver eyes beheld him with deep veneration.