"You didn't cum in my hair, right?" Charlotte asked.
The French tomboy kept scratching two lumps of matted hair at the top of her head. Those were the same two spots she had complained about the day before. That hair as short as hers even could mat was interesting. It was strangely calming that it did so at all. Whatever strangeness of the island kept them in prime condition did have gaps.
"Wouldn't you remember?" Alex asked.
"I'm honestly not sure. At some point when you pound the brains out of us, things just become this hazy blissful blur. Sort of like being drunk, ya know?"
"There's a reason they call it 'cock drunk'," Blair chimed in. The redhead kept her hands close to the fire. Interest kept her close to it. She opened and closed her hand in front of the flickering flames. The sun was only beginning to approach to horizon and so the orange glow of the campfire remained strong for the time being.
Half of the camp and half of his harem were down by the river, cleaning themselves. Two descriptions without distinction now, which was why Alex lingered on the thought. Nine women - all his. What a blessing for his life this island had proven to be so far.
The other half of the harem was either still asleep or busy inspecting the clay oven. A secondary fire had burned away inside the simplistic piece of 'furniture'. Structure wise, it was a tunnel with two openings, one for smoke, and one to allow things to be placed inside. A shelf separated fuel from whatever they wanted to bake in it. It was small, primitive, and doubtlessly had a variety of construction errors, but they did not need it to be long-lasting or efficient. As long as they had something that could reliably keep heat somewhat contained, that opened new avenues in cooking and that was already a good first step.
Besides, with the experience from making this first one, they could slowly scale up the operation. Eventually, they would get to some kind of brick and then they would have decently solid housing.
"Still kind of clam on the surface," Ashley mumbled.
"What?" Charlotte asked. "Can you repeat that? I'm hearing double."
Alex got increasingly concerned. "Are you good?"
"I dunno. Feels like my ears are stuffed, but they're not, you know?" The swimmer took a moment off scratching her head to rub her ears instead.
"Mhmmorning, Master," Sofia stirred from her sleep. Her and Ashley were the last two to still be asleep. "Would you like me to- wait, why are you flaccid? You... uhm... can be flaccid?"
"You're too late!" Selana shouted as she made her way up from the river. "We sucked that cock dry. Me, Blair, and Crankylin."
"Crankylin? Is Evelyn in a bad mood too?"
"She suffers my fate of itchy spots!" Charlotte lamented. "It is pure suffering! It is pure suffering and you're ignoring me!"
"Mhm?" Sofia had suddenly started to gaze towards the north-west. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"
"Maybe in a minute," Charlotte hissed. The itching was getting to her, making her even more cranky than Evelyn was.
"Your cum tastes too good," Blair suddenly said.
Alex turned to her with a smile. "I'll take that compliment."
"No, I mean it actually tastes too good," the redhead stated. "I've had my share of loads. I love cum. Yours tastes too good. I never came from just tasting semen."
Sofia gave Alex's cock a few prodding pokes. He let her pass. She was trying to wake the proverbial dragon and she was going to succeed eventually, considering the impossible amount of cum he seemed to produce these days. "M-maybe you just weren't cumslutty enough?"
"You have no idea how much cum I've lapped up in my life. I- ouch!"
Selana had gently knocked the Scottish woman's head. "Talking about past men in front of our Master is really bad style."
"I am making a point."
"The point that the fruit on the island made him taste absurdly good? Yeah, we got that already," Tess drawled, herself returning as well. She looked positively radiant that morning. The light of the rising sun was somehow caught on top of her hair like some sort of translucent, silvery halo. Alex wondered if there was mist in the air that caught the light like that. "Because we already were past that."
"This is beyond a fruity diet."
"Hey, guys!" They heard Valeria shout from the river. "I feel like Evelyn got something!"
Alex immediately jumped on his feet and crossed over to the river. There, he found Yahui and Valeria inspecting the head of the cross-armed triathlon gold medalist. "There's something solid in the centre of these bumps," the Chinese woman informed Alex.
"Yes, yes, you can feel me up too," Evelyn groaned when he approached to check. She tilted her head, letting him run his fingers through her shaven hair. Valeria guided him to the spot.
The bumps weren't large or thick, but they were there. His thumb caught a little solid nub at the centre. It felt like something was attached to or growing from her skull. "Parasites?" he mumbled. "That's pretty bad news if that's the case...."
"I refuse to die before I had at least three children with you, so we better get to the bottom of this."
"Agreed... we can only keep an eye on it for now." Alex groaned and returned to camp, together with everyone else. They all sat together. The mood from the previous night was depressed by these mounting oddities. They had been profoundly lucky with how healthy they all were, despite the foreign environment. No hazards whatsoever, however, seemed to have been a bit much to ask for.
"Mornin'," Ashley slurred, finally rising when the sunlight shone into her closed eyes. "What's the ruckus?"
"We may have some dire medical news," Valeria put it bluntly. "Or Eve has the world's weirdest head trauma."
"Oh thank fuck," Charlotte groaned out loud, garnering everyone's attention. "The double hearing finally stopped and now everything feels extra clear. Like, it's when your ears finally pop because water runs out of them... is there something on my face? I know I'm cute, but you're all staring." Alex's breakfast fruit fell out of his hand. "Okay, I'm not that cute. Or am I?" She smiled.
"C-charlotte," Tess stammered. "Can you... can you feel those things on top of your head?"
"Things on top of my head?" the swimmer tilted her head. The pair of fox ears flicked, confused. Charlotte's eyes opened wide. She reached up and squished the pair of additional ears now on top of her head. "What the fuck?!"
The camp broke out into confused shouts.
Alex felt the emotions as well. The sheer disbelief, the panic, the uncertainty, all of it crashed down on him with the rest of them. What he felt above that, however, was duty. The duty to remain calm and collected, to make decisions, to weather the storm and pilot this harem to safety.
He was the man on the island and he would behave the part.
Confused shouts kept going for a while. Some snapped back to reality fairly fast. Valeria was there first, quickly followed by Selana, then Evelyn. Yahui, Charlotte, Blair, and Sofia calmed down one after the other. Tess and Ashley remained outspoken the longest. Alex had to guess that this was because those two may have been used to physical stress from training, but hadn't had to stay cool in front of cameras which filmed them for millions of people to see.
The moment things were cool, Alex took command of the situation. "Everyone, sit down," he spoke with true authority. It wasn't that playfully threatening tone he used during sex or the way one spoke when they wanted something done - No, Alex was demanding something he expected to be given.
The nine agitated women plopped down, settling again where they had sat a moment ago. They all looked to him, making the duty he had all the more apparent. He was the anchor now, the voice of reason even if there was none. It did not matter if he was confident in this, it only mattered that he was doing it. Somebody had to take the mantle.
"Breath. In through your nose, out with your mouth. Breath," he instructed them. It was a basic meditative exercise. "In... and out," he kept on guiding them, until the agitated mood in the camp began to die down.
While pulses were still accelerated, Alex took stock of his harem. Gradual changes had occurred that had, without photos to compare them to, been slow enough to trick him into them being nothing to think about. Now that he knew that something beyond odd was going on, he put more trust in his memory.
Charlotte had obviously changed. The fox ears were there and the French tomboy was currently touching and turning them. It was like she continuously feeling with her tongue where a tooth used to be, just in reverse with something new having been added to her.
Blair still seemed the same, as did Sofia. Yahui, however, was notably paler than she was in his memory. "Yahui what colour are your eyes?" he asked the Chinese woman.
"Brown?" she asked, doubtful that she would get the same answer from him.
Alex got closer, to double check what he saw. "They're changing to blue," he told her, keeping his voice very calm, as to not spur a reaction. Gently, he touched her skin. "Do I feel hot?"
"Yes... am I cold?"
"Just a little bit. Do you feel cold?" She shook her head. "Then that's good news at least."
