Alex ended up nodding. “I think spending some quality time with my lovely harem is exactly what pleases me,” he answered and got up. He motioned to pick up the box of loot, but Evelyn moved in-between.

“You did more than enough today, I can carry this,” she insisted.

“We can carry it,” Blair offered.

They ended up passing the box between the three of them as they made their way back. It was less a necessity and more of an act of camaraderie. The burden did not need to be shared, sharing it simply deepened the bonds that their dungeon dive had already reinforced.

Alex smiled broadly, his mood as sunny as the tropical day. With every hour that passed, he and his harem were making more memories together, deepening what had started as somewhat of a spontaneous affair into a truly lasting relationship. It was the biggest reward of all for the aches and difficulties he had endured that day.

The Tree of Harem Life towered proudly, rising from the surrounding plains, both with its prestigious size and striking red leaves. Some of the tomboys could be seen moving about. It didn’t take long for two of them to set out and meet them halfway. Jane was easily identifiable by her bright red hair and Sara by the tall bunny ears that bobbed as she approached.

“Welcome back,” Jane greeted them.

“Y-yeah, glad to see you!” Sara stammered a bit, getting on her toes to catch a first glimpse at what was inside the box. “You found stuff… and injuries! Oh gosh!” She walked to Alex, making motions to inspect his side and the gash that the warden construct’s spear had cut. “Are you fine? Can you- of course you can walk, that’s, uhm… are you fi-?”

The repetition of her question was interrupted by a kiss, planted on her adorably moving lips by her Master. Alex could not see all of that worry being heaped on him and not reward it the only way he knew how. He felt a bit clumsy, like a kiss was just a halfway measure to what actually should be done.

Sara melted into it. Her hands trailed the shapes of his chest. Gently, very gently, she felt out his wounds. Jane was doing the same and was kissed the same.

He had sustained a scratch on his shin, the gash on his side, and a series of scratches on his right arm. Two wounds from the golem and one raking from the tiger. Of them, the cut on the side was by far the worst and even it was not deep enough to have cut the muscles.

“I’ll tell you what happened inside. They’re not bad, but I do want them cleaned,” Alex told them

“Of course,” his oldest friend in the harem answered with a hard nod. She grabbed him by the hand, guiding him towards a bath that they all knew the location of. 

Sinking into the warm water was a tad unpleasant. The liquid touched flesh that was not meant to be exposed and his nerves revolted against it on instinct. The degree of heat made that a short-lived issue.

It was only him, Sara, Jane and the trio of companions of the day in the bath. Other tomboys had spotted them on the way, but Evelyn had ordered that it made no sense to have them all swarm him for a relatively short-lived bath. Sara and Jane were more than enough to help him with cleaning his wounds. One of the eldritch servants brought them a piece of linen from the survival box’s med kit to that end.

After all the dried blood around the wounds was scrubbed off, they hardly looked like anything. They left the bath again, moved to the designated living room, and met the rest of his harem there. Most of the rest of his harem. “Niara, Valeria and Sofia are out hunting,” Tess informed him.

“Hunting what?” he asked, a tad alarmed. He had seen what this island had to offer and was not entirely sure if a party of three of his women was ready for it.

“Whatever small thing they can find.” Jane ran her hands over his shoulder. “They are not far. We had a strict agreement not to venture further than the tree can clearly be seen.”

Alex put his trust in that. They were competent and Sofia was armed with a magical rapier, so it wasn’t as if they were helpless. Waiting for them for the full report made as little sense as sending someone out to try and find them. They would learn of what had transpired in their own time.

“So… how did it go? What are these?” Ashley burst out, her curiosity having reached all that it could take. “Is this a mythical stone of Gungseoo? Is this box magical? How did you get it.”

“Well.... it started with fighting a golem…” Alex began the recollection.

By the end of the full report, the missing three had returned. They quietly listened to the tail-end, then asked the others for details, while everyone checked out the items they had gathered. 

“We’ll be deciding what to do with all of them before the orgy,” Alex announced. “For now, I want to take a few hours to just relax.”

“I l-love that we have a lifestyle where we just have a… daily orgy,” Sofia whispered. The fencer had taken a seat on his lap. An innocent seat on his lap, although that could have changed with one demanding word or gesture.

Alex was not feeling that horny at the moment. He had been using his body all day and been emptying his balls at every conceivable opportunity in the dungeon. For now, he was just content holding her and squeezing her thighs. Not being that horny did not mean that his hands did not appreciate the softness of the female form. Alex doubted he was capable of a mindset where boobs, butts or thighs were not his preferred handrests.

“It is pretty great,” he agreed and placed a kiss on top of Sofia’s head. “To have an orgy with all of you lovely tomboys.”

Sofia giggle and rubbed her back against his chest. She tilted towards his right side, careful not to brush over his wound. “You’ll eat meat today, Master,” she promised him.

“Am I?” he asked. With all the other matters going on, they hadn’t actually heard about the success of their hunt. “What did you catch?”

“A big rabbit… seriously, this big!” Sofia gestured out dimensions that could have described a moderately sized dog. “We gave it to the slime things to clean out.”

“Good girls,” Alex hummed. “Guess we’ll have to start a fire.”

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After a very satisfying meal, Alex would found himself alone with Tess and Niara. ‘Alone’ in quotation marks, as they were just a bit away from the main group. Some of the women had elected to go for a walk, others were doing exercises together, yet others had decided to go inside for sapphic activities. As joyous as it was to hang out as the entire group, it was the natural instinct to splinter into smaller groups that allowed actual conversations to take place.

So Alex sat in the grass with Tess and Niara, enjoying the sunlight of the early evening. On one side there was a busty, pale, toned goth angel woman and on the other side was a lean, black, track and field wolf woman. He considered himself quite lucky. He also chuckled because of something that became evident in his periphery.

“What amuses you?” Niara wanted to know.

“I was just considering that Tess is so white that my left side is going to get twice as tan from the reflection.”

“Ha-ha,” Tess spoke a dry laughter bereft of mirth. “Do you ever get new material? I already heard every ‘your skin is like a beacon’ joke from Charlotte.”

“Do you ever stop being this pale?” Alex poked back.

“You know as well as I that we are out of the realms of genetics here.” Tess tapped the ephemeral silver halo hovering above her head.

“Maybe you are not trying hard enough?” Niara suggested.

“Haaaa-haaaa,” Tess repeated the fake laughter, more drawn out that time. “Sure, I will try to tan. Your loss if you want all of your women the same colour.”

“Now, now, let’s not get hasty,” Alex dissuaded. For all he knew, the magic in their bodies would respond to her desires and Tess would actually start to lose her paleness. While she would no doubt still look fantastic, something would be lost if the goth was no longer the colour of bleached paper.

“Oh, so now you have doubts, huh?” Tess drawled and gave him a playful shove.

Eyebrows furrowed, Alex matched the shove with equal relative strength. That was enough to make Tess almost fall over. She repaid him with escalation, throwing her all against his chest in an attempt to topple him. Much like the stone trees, Alex fell because he had not properly anchored himself

“Oy!” he complained and immediately began to wrestle with the goth tomboy. It was an entirely unserious application of force. She managed to grab him by the wrists and he did not leverage the fact that he was twice her weight and all muscle, where she was at least 15% tits and ass. Gradually, she pressed him down.

Tess grinned triumphantly, straddled on his chest like an amazon. “You’re so weak, Master,” she teased him.

Now that Alex could not let stand. His biceps and midriff tensed. Tess squawked in surprise when she was reminded that there were certain essential differences between men and women. Their new, supernatural bodies had made Tess no doubt more powerful than any mundane male, but compared to her dom, well…

Alex lifted her up and then put her on her back under him. “Who is weak, mhm?” he teased her, blocking the flailing strikes of her hands effortlessly. He managed to get both of her wrists underneath one of his much larger hands. She was still writhing at that point, but he had her pinned. “To the victor go the spoils!” Alex used his free hand to pinch one of Tess’ nipples.

“Ah!” the masochistic submissive moaned. Both of those things she was, no doubt about - but she was most certainly a tomboy first. As such, her competitive nature did not let her fold so easily. “Little help here?” she pleaded. “Let’s show this guy his place.”

Niara tackled Alex’s side. He gave her futile attempt a villainous giggle, playing the part he felt like playing. The Kenyan woman was about as tall as Tess, however they had vast differences in build. Most of Niara’s muscles were in her legs, as she was a runner. Tess, meanwhile, was a well-endowed gym rat and thus had bulk on her side. In simple terms, the only reason why Alex began to tilt under her insistent duress was that he wanted the playfight.

Pressure lifted, Tess managed to get out under him. The two tomboys teamed up on him. Each grabbed one of his arms and at that point there was an actual struggle to be had. They managed to get him to the ground, before he partially got out of Niara’s grasp and then rolled on top of Tess. She matched his turn with a turn of her own and they tumbled over the grass.

Totally coincidental, her hand ended up on his rear. She bit her lower lip while cupping a feel of his hard muscles. Alex did not understand the fascination with men butts, but he very much appreciated that they had it. He was getting his own squishy handful of the same but opposite part of her body.

Niara jumped on his back like a playful dog. She nibbled at his ear, her arms wrapping underneath his shoulders for a full nelson. 

Tess put two fingers to her forehead. “Yes, hold him just like that - I’ll charge my special attack.”

“Wait - hold on - did you watch DBZ too?” Alex asked.

“Not all of it, but enough.” Tess took her fingers off her forehead and poked his dick. “You’re the one with the Special Beam Cannon though.”

“Wow.” Niara was so appalled by the pun that she released Alex. There were no further words from the serious woman, just a prolonged stare.

“Wow.” Alex echoed the sentiment.

Tess had the decency to blush. “Oh, so that’s the limit, is it?” she complained, the fluster accelerating her voice. “Selana keeps talking about it, but when I do it, that’s too much.”

“First, Selana is Selana, you are you,” Alex told her. “Second, that pun was awful.”

Grumbling, Tess sat up and crossed her arms under her breasts. “You just don’t have a sense of humour,” she drawled dryly.

Alex snorted in amusement. The truth was that the pun had been pretty good, but he had just been so surprised that it came from her that he sort of forgot to laugh. That and teasing women he loved always had its own entertainment factor. To appease her, he put first one, then five kisses on her cheek. By the end of all of that, she was on her back again and their wrestling continued. Niara pounced back in.

It ended for no particular reason. No one gave up, they just found themselves lying on their backs, looking up at the sky. Alex’s arms were around the two of them, kneading breasts huge and small.

“I have better assets,” Niara reminded him.

“Do you mean your ears or your thighs?” Alex wondered.

“...Meant my thighs. My ears are pretty fluffy though.” Niara scratched the wolf-like protrusions atop her head. A begging glance at Alex was the only reason he needed to continue for her. A pleasured, vacant look appeared on her face.

“You’re so easy,” Tess drawled.

“You are the first one that ‘enslaved’ herself,” Niara pointed out.

“He saved my life two times,” Tess pointed out. “Just felt like the right thing to do. It was either ‘Master’ or ‘my Hero’.” Her fingers tapped over his chest. “Either way, I’m quite happy I went ahead and became his sex slave.”

“You also encouraged me to pursue the harem idea,” Alex reminded her.

“I just said that I am not a jealous woman and that sex slaves do not tell their owners who they sleep with.” Tess batted her lashes with feigned innocence. “Everything was entirely your doing, Master.”

Alex laughed at the idea that this would have gone half as smoothly if it hadn’t been for Tess and him connecting so quickly. Because she had been so forward in the way she wanted to be treated by him, he had gotten to show everyone how being one of his submissives looked. That had cascaded rapidly into their current situation.

“Did you also watch Dragonball?” he turned the conversation to a different topic.

Niara nodded.

“I’m starting to think watching Dragonball is a filter that separates normal women from tomboys,” Alex contemplated. “I’ll have to research this. Did you watch all of it?”

Niara nodded again.

“You can use your words.” The mockery in Tess’ voice was greatly diminished by her light smile and the way she played with Niara’s breasts. Alex was doing much of the groping, but the tomboys were regularly all over each other as well. Just a few metres away, Kiara was being eaten out by Janette, filling the air with sweet moans.

“Or I can keep nodding,” Niara answered. “Just not a very talky person. Sue me.”

“Very well.” Tess put on a too serious face. “Alex, as the man of the island and the owner of all other humans on it, you are the only one who is allowed to make a verdict.”

“Your accusation is rejected, my pet is perfect as she is.”

“Hee!” Niara flashed a broad grin, before rubbing her cheek into the groove between Alex’s shoulder and chest. A few tranquil seconds passed. “Where did you stop watching, Tess?”

“Few episodes into the Buu saga. The whole Sayaman stuff just wasn’t interesting to me.”

“The series peaked with Cell anyway,” Alex said. “Favourite character?”

“Gohan,” Niara said.

“Tien,” Tess added.

“You are full of weird surprises today,” Alex remarked.

“Is it really surprising I like tall men with enormous shoulders?” Tess asked.

“...alright, I will give you that one.”

They continued to banter for an entire hour.