Tomboy Island Ch 04

If there was any doubt about the fact that Alex wasn't the only that enjoyed this suspension of normalcy, then it died over breakfast.

When Alex first awoke to take a leak, he had pleasantly noted that various members of the camp had tended to the fire over the course of the night. What had been a pile of tinder and mostly wet wood the night before had since become a pile of ash with an incandescent heart. The fire could go out, they had the means to get it going again, but it was more useful if they kept it going. They hardly lacked fuel for it.

Heating the entirety of the water in the cauldron took some time as well, so a constantly nourished flame was preferable.

After emptying his bladder, Alex settled down again. After another two hours or so, he woke up, as the day before, to Tess and Sofia serving his morning wood. Valeria and Evelyn surfaced from the nearby jungle with a serving of fruits and berries. It took them a few trips to get enough for everyone. Ashley, Yahui, and Charlotte set out to pull their own weight by lending a hand for this and that small thing that improved the camp in minor ways.

Alex found himself both unable and unneeded to do anything. In fact, he was downright told just to relax. "You'll do enough heavy lifting for us," Evelyn had told him with her usual cocky smirk. "Master."

She had purred that word. Everyone purred that word when they said it, in their individual ways. Only Yahui exclusively referred to him by name still. Everyone else used the title and his name. Everyone, including Yahui, looked at the scene of his morning blowjob with overt desire.

By the time they were eating, Alex had become the centre of various roaming hands. Slices of fruit, crudely cut with sharp stones, were offered to him. To say he felt like a king was an understatement. Kings still had bothersome responsibilities towards some kind of society. He was there with a bunch of haremettes that wanted to be in it as badly as he wanted to have it.

The phrase 'I always wanted to be part of a scene like this' and its variations went from confessions to an inside joke in record time. All of them seemed to be of the same mind here. No one had thought this fantasy would come true and now that it did, they did not know how to express it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Ashley mumbled in an embarrassed tone.

"And yet you are," Evelyn stated plainly and placed the slice of fruit between the younger woman's lips. "Get your first kiss with your Master."

Ashley was a light shade of red but leaned in anyway. Alex wolfed down the fruit, then devoured her lips. They were so much sweeter than the fruit could be. The mousey Asian woman hugged his thick arm. She needed an anchor to hold her while she had her mouth conquered in the same way her pussy had been.

"There's more treats for you, Master," Evelyn hummed from his other side.

Alex broke the kiss, leaving a panting Ashley on his left arm, and turned to the big-titted latina woman on his right one. Another piece of fruit between lips filled his stomach, then he laid claim to that sex slave's first kiss as well. Evelyn went into it with a lot more confidence. Somehow, she was an instinctively great kisser.

They remained attached to each other like that, while Valeria, who had joined Tess and Sofia in worship of his cock, circled his glans with her tongue. The first two of his haremettes kept kissing the two-thirds of his shaft that the climber had not managed to get into her mouth. Charlotte rubbed her nubile body against his back like a playful fox.

The kiss with Evelyn broke. "That was worthy of me," she hummed.

"This is just the start," Alex answered. His voice made all six women shiver. It was even deeper this morning.

"You should try to get a career in Hollywood, dude." Charlotte commented, while he pulled Ashley and Evelyn into a three-way kiss. It was a little bit awkward, just by the virtue of human physique, but that was absolutely worth it. "You got trailer voice."

Alex did not muster a response to that. He was too busy cumming for the second time that morning. Spurt for spurt pumped into Valeria's mouth. The half-black woman did not swallow it immediately, instead gathering all of it, then sharing with both Sofia and Tess. The three slaves made a show off trying to gulp it down simultaneously.

After that, he went flaccid. It was remarkable that it took two loads to achieve that, especially after yesterday. Alex was still not sure what to make of it, but for the time being he elected to just not worry about it. If the choice was not eating and drinking anything or being able to cum a dozen times a day with barely any (if any) refractory period, then his choice was clear.

The orgasm marked the end of their breakfast and all of them headed down to the river to wash themselves off in as thorough a manner they could. The water in the cauldron was for drinking, at least for the time being.

"Did I hit my head yesterday?" Evelyn ran her head over a spot on her head repeatedly. "I think I have a swelling."

"If you do, it's my fault," Alex apologized. "I grabbed you pretty hard last night."

"You diiiiiiiid," Evelyn drawled in a throaty tone, then whispered. "Do it again."

"Not now," Valeria interrupted. "We have much to do." The climber stopped to peel some remains of peel out of her teeth. She leaned in a little closer to the water surface to get a reflection.

"Uhm, s-so... we are a thing, yeah?" Ashley asked timidly.

Everyone turned around to raise an eyebrow at her. "Did you miss the part where we all just worshiped our Master?" Tess asked. "Yes, we are 'a thing' - a harem. We're his harem, suddenly as that happened. Feels too right not to keep going."

"Oh thank god," Ashley whispered, then turned red. "I mean, I mean, I just wanted to be sure! I don't have any doubts about being a sex slave or anything! I love it!"

"Yes, we heard," Charlotte teased. "You keep stammering your true feelings between moans."

"I don't! I mean! S-stop it, b-baka!"

Everyone laughed at that, she turned a little bit redder. While Tess, Sofia, Charlotte, Valeria and Evelyn gave the sixth member of the harem a friendly hazing, Alex walked slightly upstream to where Yahui squatted on her own. "You don't need to feel excluded," he assured her. "Whatever your choice is, I'm not going to have anyone isolated."

The Chinese lady chuckled, slowly running a wet hand over her leg. "Amusingly, I did want an assurance like that," she confessed and beheld him with blue-brown eyes. "I appreciate your insistence on choice. I've known enough social pressuring for a lifetime."

"I sympathize with that."

"Do you?" Yahui tilted her head.

"I'm from a large and rich family and my father always insisted I was destined for something more, yet he never really specified what that more was." Alex gazed out to the ocean. "He was okay with my career choice, but it always felt like he wanted me to use it as a first step to excel."

"You're an heir to a great fortune?" Yahui asked, with understandable interest. If he had great wealth to inherit, it certainly would have made the harem more palpable.

Alex shook his head. "I'm the seventh son, I won't see a penny. That's been made clear to me. What?"

The lady had chuckled softly, then put her head on her knees. "I suddenly understand your social appetite." She looked past him. "I've had my dreams about a big, tough man making me part of his harem of gorgeous, understanding women. Mine typically involved a great library and estate, rather than a tropical paradise, but still, I had those dreams... not as frequently as those women behind you, however." She went back to cleaning herself. "Worry not, Alex, I sit over here because I enjoy some time alone. Your assurance is appreciated."

Alex shot the the cool beauty another smile, then returned to his harem to clean them as much they cleaned him. Having big arms and a broad back meant he needed someone to scrub his back.

The sun was fully above the horizon by the time they were back in the camp. The cauldron had been taken off the fire, the water brought to the point of boiling and now returned to a lukewarm temperature. They had their fill, then had their first proper planning session.

"We've reached a size where it's more reasonable for us to split up into a few groups," Alex said. "Since this island seems to be relatively small, we can expect that everyone can find their way back to this camp in two days maximum. I want at least two people to stay at this camp at all times to keep the fire going and in case another survivor stumbles across it."

That was met with universal nods. So far, Alex had just said what was intuitively a good idea. He didn't plan to veer from that. Sometimes a leader just had to state the obvious so everyone knew they were on the same page.

"We're enough people so that some can half stay at camp and half explore the surrounding areas. I'd like to have a bit of food stockpiled and a few tools and structures built. A basic furnace to burn clay bowls and such, for example. We'll live like primitives, but we don't have to live like savages."

"Sounds so far like you intend to keep exploring?" Tess asked.

Alex nodded. "I'm thinking of taking up to three of you with me. That's a group size that can stick together easily in the jungle. That leaves four minimum for in and around the camp. I'll map out the rest of the island, scout out islands, try to find resources for you to exploit, and so on."

"Right, so which three relief tools do you want to take along?" Tess asked sarcastically - well, semi-sarcastically.

"I'd like you and Charlotte to accompany me," he told her.

"I though you said three?" Evelyn asked, obviously miffed that she hadn't been chosen.

"I said up to three," Alex told her. "I'm going to map out the rest of the coast today, so having our swimmer with us will likely help. As for Tess, she helps me focus - no, not just because she drains my balls."

"I wasn't going to say that!" Charlotte babbled.

"Yes, you were," Valeria chimed in.

Evelyn clicked her tongue and crossed her arms over her boobs. "Well, I chose to let you be my Master, I'm not going to start making a fuss now," she stated. "I'll make sure this harem of ours stays fed."

"Ours?" Ashley asked before Alex could.

"Certainly we all own each other, in a way." The haughty woman shrugged. "Alex owns us all, we own a part of Alex, so we all own each other. Don't worry, I take good care of my property."

Alex did not really disagree with that, although it was weird to hear it spoken out loud. "Alright, with that settled, there is a thing I want done first."

"I'd like you to expand and build more shelters, maybe get a basic oven going... we'll probably need clay for that though. Can't do proper insulation with dirt alone. I'll keep a lookout."

"How do you even make a clay oven?" Ashley asked.

"It's basically just a mostly enclosed space made from clay, it's not complicated," Alex assured her. "Once we have one, we can bake some basic tableware, but I am repeating myself. I trust your ingenuity to figure out ways to expand the camp. I'd like to sleep under some cover tonight."

"Just bring back a tiger hide and that won't be an issue," Valeria drily joked.

"I'll try my best," Alex promised, laughter under his sincerity.

With that, he stood up and sat out, Tess and Charlotte swift to follow him. "The classic trio," Charlotte declared. "Together again at last."

Tess rolled her eyes, "It was only the three of us for half a day."

"It was that first night, that fateful night," Charlotte retorted, then scratched the top of her head. "Whatever the island is doing, it's not preventing everything annoying. There's some itchy matting going on."

"My hair is fine," Tess said.

"Lucky you - and you somehow seem to get paler despite the weather."

Alex chuckled at their banter, but did not join. He had to put his mind to picking a direction.

Following the cost to the south-east was the reasonable decision here. The water had retreated along it, making much of the muddy shore traversable. "This island must be affected by some weird currents," Alex said.

"Yeah," Charlotte agreed.

"What do you mean?" Tess asked.

"The ebb and flow cycle is all out of whack," the swimming ace answered. "I've been keeping lose track of it and its, like, totally random? Seems like there is very little rhyme or reason to it."

"You pay attention to things?" Tess asked.

"Ha-ha." Charlotte laughed drily. "The olympic swimmer is only good for her holes, ha-ha. I'll let you know, gym manager, that I pay attention to plenty of stuff!"

"Yes, but most of it seems to be my breasts and his dick," Tess pointed out.

"I can empathize with one of those," Alex confessed, barely managing to not stare at Tess' breasts before it became a rising issue.

The beach was simple terrain. Yes, they risked exposure to the sun here, but it was much easier to navigate than the jungle and allowed them to get to the hitherto unknown parts of the island much quicker and with less risk. The cool mud between his toes made the daystar bearable.

"Alex!" Charlotte shouted. "The ground!"

The warning came quick enough. The leader of the small group stopped, then jumped backwards when a bit of the mud before him stirred. Two thick tendrils reached for where his foot would have been in a moment.

Failing to secure a grab, the creature rose from the mud before them. It was another one of the giant starfish, lumbering forwards on four tendrils, while using a fifth as its eyestalk. That it was the second time Alex ran into this kind of animal did not make it any less alien.

The group distanced themselves a few more metres. The range of their legs outpaced this thing easily. Alex scanned the environment for any others of its kind. If there were, they remained similarly hidden in the mud.

Alex had a simple choice here: fly or fight. Both ran the risk of stirring hidden enemies. The former had the additional risk of leaving one of these clearly hostile creatures near the camp. 'Unless I was wrong and this thing isn't actually dangerous?' he wondered. 'I could try letting it touch me...'

He looked at its slimy hide.

That felt like a terrible idea.

Alex considered it. He considered it for longer than probably was sane. 'What if it is just friendly?' the man of the island wondered and stepped back another half stride. 'What if we can live in harmony and I am killing these things needlessly?'

The starfish reared, revealing a set of five flat teeth at the centre of its underside.

'Oh hell no.'

Alex dashed to the side. The creature tried to switch which one of its limbs served as the eyestalk to keep up with him, but it was less than halfway through the motion before he was behind it. Hands together, he brought them down like a fist on the oversized marine creature.

A pitiful squelching sound accompanied the forceful expulsion of slime and saltwater out of its hollow body. Alex did not leave it there, smashing first each of the ocular, then the centre of the creature until it stopped moving.

"Fucking ew," Charlotte commented.

"Ew is right," Alex grunted and washed his hands in a shallow puddle of saltwater. "Feels like punching a halfway filled waterskin."

"At least they die quickly," Tess said.

"That they do," Alex agreed.

They continued on with more care but were not accosted any further for this stretch of the beach.

They went further east from there, following the shoreline. They were barely past the 'peak' of this segment of the shore when they spotted good news in the distance.

This part of the shore was largely made out of grassy stretches and soil, occasionally interrupted by a trickling river from somewhere inland. Among that green and brown was a pronounced blotch of red. Red that appeared firm from a distance, yet glistened wet.

It was clay.

"One to two hours away from camp, that's pretty lucky." Alex knelt down in the middle of the over deposit. Some of it was baked by the sun, making it hard to the touch. He knew just enough about clay to be aware that this hardness was different from the proper firm tableware that could be made from the raw material being exposed to proper heat. It also was largely pure, sparing them a bothersome filtering process.

"Is that lucky?" Tess questioned. "It's quite a walk."

"Back and forth up to eight times day," Alex said. "Enthusiastic, considering they'll be carrying chunks of clay, but we don't need that much. We'll beat it into a powder, then turn it into a workable mud with water. It's perfectly doable."

"Definitely beats sitting around all day," Charlotte commented.

"I suppose you are right in that sense," Tess agreed. "Do we head back and tell them about it?"

A good question, one that Alex hesitated to answer. The sooner they going on getting that clay oven going, the better. It will take a long time to dry out properly. At the same time, there was likely only one segment of coast left to explore - unless they were going to find a narrow land bridge all of a sudden.

They did not find a narrow land bridge. In fact, they found a whole lot of nothing, besides confirmation that this was indeed a small island with another island of unknown size a good distance away. Maybe there were even more.

"I hope everyone crashed here," Alex said, while they stood at the shore. They had effectively finished the loop, so there was no point in wandering any further north, unless he felt like patrolling for the missing passengers. "Would be messy if some of them were over there."

"I hope all of them survived," Tess added.

"I'm feeling pretty confident on that," Charlotte said. "I mean, Ashley managed to get ashore and she's by far the most petite out of all of us. They're out there, somewhere, nude and eating fruit or something."

"Probably," Alex agreed.

The sound of gentle waves was all that filled the air for a moment.

"So, Master," Tess raised her voice. "I heard you are a seventh son?"

"Overheard me and Yahui talking?" Alex guessed, to a nod on her side. "Naughty girl, eavesdropping on your owner."

Tess waved off. The whole 'owner' spiel lost much of its impact when they weren't having sex. It was more of a playful title, certainly more so than 'Master' was. Alex felt like he was owner of this harem, but he didn't have a harem of sex slaves in the same sense that historical figures did. Whatever authority he had over them was purely emotional, not backed by any law or physical force.

"We've run down the relationship pipeline at breakneck speed," Tess said. "Can't blame for actually learning a bit more about you. Four days ago, I barely knew you existed. Now you're my Master. I'm pretty happy with that arrangement right now, for a bunch of obvious reasons. I don't want to stop at good sex and you saving my life though. Who are you?"

"That's a question," Alex hummed.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm actually right with her on this." Charlotte grabbed Alex's arm. "Everyone got swept up on all the adrenaline and stuff. I really, really like this though, so let's not just ride it out. Let's actually, you know... do the love stuff."

Alex chuckled and scratched the brunette's head as a gesture of affection. He did feel the matted spots she had complained about earlier. There were two of them, one on either side of her scalp. When he touched them she went glassy-eyed for a moment. "You like that?"

"I haven't been able to scratch those spots properly all day," she sighed.

He continued to scratch her head as he sorted his words. "Full name is Alexander David Romanov-Blacksmith. Yes, those last two are a linked last name." Both tomboys with him laughed when they heard it. "Yes, I know, I know, random name. My mom liked to joke she married into a family of mongrels. My dad did not care much for that joke. I don't quite care for the full name. Just Alex works best."