Today is the day, I thought as I walked through the misty morning. Today is the day where I would do some ritual, as decided by whatever deity these girls had, and bond myself to Jessica as my advisor. I was walking around, looking for Jessica, careful not to step on any of the girls who slept on the ground.

I found her with Cassie, both spooning and snoring gently. I woke them both up. Cassie woke up first, Jessica being strangely lethargic. The redhead looked at me a bit apprehensively, and spoke.

"Jessica hasn't been very well," Cassie said, "I didn't get her to cum much, and she was cold last night. I tried to warm her up, but couldn't! What could be the matter!" the little elfin girl wailed. I knew exactly what was the matter.

Luckily, my cock was hard enough for me to provide the jolt of semen needed to keep Jessica animate. The problem would be stimulating her and me both to orgasm. I had Cassie hold Jessica's legs open and sit on her face, so Jessica could stay warm a bit longer, then stuck it in.

Jessica was warm, moist, but seemed...fake. As I rammed her, I wondered if I may have waited too long. I would try, I vowed, slamming deeper and deeper, playing with her little slit.

Cassie's eyes widened. "I...I can feel her! I can feel her tongue moving!"

I was happy as well, as Jessica felt more and more real with each thrust. I began to enjoy myself, my raging cock taking full advantage of the open and willing girl in front of me.

Cassie humped Jessica's face, her naughty green eyes closed in desire. We warmed up fast, all three of us sweating a bit.

We all came together, me, shooting my load as Jessica spasmed and Cassie unleashed herself over Jessica's face. I removed my cock slowly, to let Jessica absorb every last bit of cum that came out. When we were better, we set off to see what adventures today held for us.

They turned out to be interesting. As the sun cleared the fog away, Jessica and I saw three, very familiar people. Namely, hanging out together, torturing some poor girl, were Mound (Clarissa), Priya (Priya), and Blackie (Kristen). Jessica and I exchanged looks, and it was clear what we were going to do. We were no longer outnumbered, and Jessica was no longer submissive and humble. Her eyes flashed with the revenges we could have, and I wanted to help.

Bearing down upon the trio, they did not notice until we were right on top of them. They had been torturing some cute brown haired girl, poking her with sticks, tickling her, and shoveling dirt up her pussy. She was laughing and crying at the same time, arms and legs held by Clarissa and Kristen while Priya tickled her.

We fell like wolves upon a deer, Cassie joining in simply because Jessica did. I easily got Priya, taking her by the neck and almost throwing her off the little brunette, then jumping on her and taking her by the neck. Her eyes bulged with surprise, her Indian face one mask of rage.

Jessica took Kristen, getting her in some wrestling hold with both legs wrapped around Kristen's head, pussy at mouth. She looked over to me and winked, as if having the time of her life.

Cassie, however, was having a hard time with Clarissa. They were equally matched, but Clarissa was getting the upper hand, it seemed. They were together in one tangling mass of bodies, arms wrapped around necks, then legs, then waists, their blonde and red hair mixing at times. Jessica, seeing Cassie's predicament, immediately let go of Kristen (who I took captive, along with Priya), and dragged Clarissa off of Cassie, who stood up, brushing her red hair out of the way. "I could have handled that!" she said, but that didn't stop her from looking grateful.

The brunette, a cute, fragile thing, sat there, dirt still in pussy, shivering. She must have thought that we were going to bully her now. Jessica, seeing this, gestured for her to come closer, and the brunette, perhaps finding a common image, did. We then surveyed our catch.

All three lie on the ground, enraged but trying not to show it. I looked to Jessica.

"What should we do to them?". She thought for a bit, then answered. I smiled. It was a good answer.

Each of the girls on my side chose one of the bullies, and sat on their faces. I think Priya had it the worst, since the brunette (who was Haley) didn't remove the dirt from her pussy before choosing to facesit. The result was that Priya got a faceful of dirt as soon as Haley sat down. Haley giggled.

Cassie sat on Clarissa, viciously rubbing her pussy in some dominatrix action. Jessica was left with Kristen, and she sat, looking satisfied. It was my turn. Looking around, I improvised, and picked up a nearby stick to use as a switch. I then chose a girl at random, sticking my cock into Kristen's pussy. She began to complain, but Jessica vigorously moved her waist, smothering any cries. I went deeper.

Soon, after a few thrusts, I felt the familiar movements that signaled that Kristen was about to cum. Quickly, I pulled out, and, using my switch, gave Kristen two hard whacks across her pussy. I heard more smothered screaming as Jessica did a little belly dance on Kristen's face.

I went to Priya next. Priya's pussy was exceptionally tight, considering how many dildos she had used. I had to force my way in, through her bucking and moving, and very nearly had to ride her like a horse. Haley was hard pressed to stay on, but she took a fistful of Priya's black hair and shoved Priya's face into her dirty pussy. I simply enjoyed the ride, letting the thrashing make my sex that much better. Finally, as I felt Priya about to cum, I did the same thing I had previously, taking my cock out and giving her two hard whacks with the switch. Then, thinking a bit, I gave her another, really hard one, straight down the middle of her pussy. Priya thrashed so hard that Haley fell off, but she got back on quickly enough. It was Clarissa's turn. Cassie had probably cum several times already, as the dirt around Clarissa's face was wet. Cassie herself was grinning evilly down as she gyrated her hips, her elfish face making her seem like an imp out of the fairytales. I stuck my cock deep at first, feeling Clarissa's protruding little pussy, the mound I had originally named her after.

Moving quickly, I got Clarissa to near-orgasm quite fast. I pulled out again, quite fast, and watched as the pussy juice dripped out of her warm pussy. Again, I took the switch and whipped her several times, quite hard across her little crack. She merely squirmed a bit, as if a tiny bit uncomfortable.

I stood up. My work was done here for now. Jessica, Cassie, and Haley all followed me, and we left the bullying trio in the dust. My cock was throbbing hard from the three close orgasms, and, although the day was almost drawing to a close, I felt like I wanted one more orgasm before I took the ritual that bound me to Jessica. So, losing my following in the crowd, I searched for someone who could bring it to me.

I found her, soon enough. "Becky!" I called to the redhaired figure I saw in the distance, unsure whether it was Becky or not. But it was, and she came to me, eager to satisfy. My cock was raging hard, and her pussy was dripping wet juices, so, we only had the time to find a somewhat private place before we fell to each other.

It is interesting to note that, no matter how much any of these girls pussies are violated, they never seem to grow any looser. This held true for Becky, and, indeed, her pussy seemed to be tighter as I forced my cock head between its lips. However, she gave no sign of pain, instead simply moaning and flexing her pussy muscles.

I first took her missionary, leaning over her body and listening to her moans of pleasure as my hands pinched the nipples that barely stuck out of her chest. I was acutely aware of how every part of her soft skin rubbed mine, and we were locked in a beautiful embrace.

Sometime along the line, I changed to doggystyle. Here, we were like animals. Although I was close to orgasm, I was able to last what seemed like a long time, grunting and forcing myself ever deeper into her small vagina. I switched to asshole once, but it wasn't the same, not as soft, nor as wet, as her pussy.

I felt her cum first¸ while we were doing doggystyle. Her elbows collapsed under her, and she barely managed to catch herself before she did a faceplant. Her spasming hips and rippling pussy were enough to drive me to orgasm as well, and I came, slapping her butt cheeks hard with each squirt. Her mouth was open to scream, but nothing came out but a squeak, as if sex had taken so much out of her.

I pulled out and we fell as the juices gushed from Becky's pussy. We both lay there, exhausted, as the setting red sun fell into the darkening blue sea. It was time for me to bond with Jessica, and I had to arrive at the central building soon. As I stood up, legs shaking a bit, Becky also struggled to sit up.

"Wait!" she said in a sort of urgent whisper. "Please! Let me be your advisor!" She looked up so pleadingly, her nubile body trembling. Her voice was sad, begging, but still with that core of iron that I associated with Becky.

There was a moment of silence, and I was about to let her down, to gently deny her what she wanted, when she started to speak again, urgent as last time. "I know you want to take Jessica, but think! Jessica hasn't fucked you as much as me! She doesn't love you as much as I do! She loves Cassie! I love you!" With this, Becky threw herself into my chest. I caught her, and held her close.

I thought about it. It was quite obvious that Becky loved me more than Jessica. Indeed, Jessica hadn't shown much more than a sort of aloofness, a shyness. She had only come to me when she needed to "recharge", and, in all honesty, seemed to love Cassie, that impish little redhead that had so captivated her earlier. And, as I searched my heart, I realized I did want Becky, the cute little girl with the tresses of fire, and the passionate heart. However, Jessica did rely on me, and needed to be close to me. She needed my help, and, because of that, would probably be the best to protect me, and advise me. I was shot with a dilemma.

Finally, unable to choose one or the other, I decided to let this ritual decide. Surely, I thought, it would help me pick the right one. I whispered to Becky. "I cannot choose between either of you. I hope, with all my heart, that this ritual will somehow choose for me, and that it will choose the better."

"Hmph!" said Becky, sliding from my arms and landing on her feet. "Then we shall just have to hope it picks me!" Taking my hand in her small, delicate one. She started to drag me toward the central building. As we walked, I realized her passion bordered on desperation, as if she began to wonder whether she was right after all. I walked closer to her, and talked to her.

"You know, even if I have an advisor, we can still be together. I will not stop loving you." To my surprise, tears began to course down her face, although her jaw and eyes were still set in a determined position.

"Yes, I know. But I will feel as if I have lost you to...her." She seemed reluctant to say Jessica's name. "And anyways, as a healer, I am in demand all around this island. I may be away from you for a long time, and be with you for only short periods of time." Her voice began to tremble. I had no response, so instead, we walked closely together, her body pressing against my leg and lower stomach. Our hands were clenched so tightly, I thought we would never let go. All that time, tears ran down her face, occasionally following the curves of her body and breaking off at her nipples.

By the time we arrived, everything appeared to be in place. I had to leave Becky near the entrance, as both of us felt she shouldn't be there yet. The torchlight cut through the dark night, fully illuminating the center area, with the six thrones surrounding a large, pool-like, empty indentation in the ground. I walked around the circular pool thing to my throne, but before I got there, Tessa grabbed my arm and stood. Like clockwork, the rest of the girls stood.

"The Goddess demands that you sit in the center of the bowl." She said, her brown eyes glittering in the dark. So I did. I sat in the middle of the bowl awkwardly with my cock rock hard, and my legs crossed under me.

What happened next was quite unexpected, even for an island such as this one. An unknown command boomed from the very heavens itself, and, although I did not catch much of it, apparently, the girls did. The Queens stood up, and began to masturbate around the bowl. Other girls came in from outside the torchlight, and joined the queens. Despite the situation, it seemed unusually quiet, the only sound being the squelching of the girls fingers going in and out of their pussies, and the occasional cry of wildlife. Many of the girls seemed emotionless, but, looking deep into their eyes (less deep for some of them) I could see the obvious pleasure they got.

Finally, Tessa came. Her legs began to tremble and her stoic demeanor began to crumble as she gave in to pleasure. Right before she squirted, she pointed her pussy more or less in the direction of the bowl in the ground, in order to insure that most of her girl cum got in the bowl. As she came, she lifted her head to the skies and screamed, as if she had just reach the pinnacle of pleasure. Her scream was a combination of animal and human, and, for some reason, it reminded me of a predatory bird. Her beautiful¸ pure scream of pleasure intertwined with the screech of a bird gave it an otherworldly feel. She shot out an unusually large amount of cum, but it was still barely enough to make a puddle in the bowl. As the stream diminished, she feel back into her seat, obviously exhausted.

The others came soon after that. They all screamed, as far as I saw, but none with the same awesomeness as Tessa's. Their cum ran in rivers down the sides of the bowl, filling it reasonably fast. I had to fight hard against my urge to masturbate, knowing that my cock would have its place soon. Finally, the last one finished.

I sat in the middle of the now full pool, my neck just barely above the girl cum. It smelled...otherworldly, as if I could tell each and every individual girl apart, yet couldn't. I sat there, with the fluid swishing around me, and my hands on my knees. There came a pregnant pause, and then, the booming voice again, and this time I could hear it as well.

What was interesting was that it didn't seem like a goddess's voice. It did have a commanding aura of power, but instead of the stern womanly voice I imagined, it was, oddly, the voice of a pre-adolescent girl, the innocent voice of a girl that would still say "Hi!" brightly to strangers, that had no idea what sex was, or where babies came from. It was a perfect voice too, with each clear sound ringing like music, a whole symphony in itself.

"Let any who wishes to be this person's advisor step forward, and let this person choose by mating with her in the Pool!" Jessica stepped forward expectantly. As I was standing up, however, Becky stepped forward as well, and declared, "I want to be his advisor too!"

The crowd was surprised. Many of them had heard of Jessica and me, and obviously expected Jessica to be the only one in line to be my advisor. Apparently, however, this "higher being" had a way to settle it. "Very well", the girlish voice came again. "I will decide!" She sounded a bit pouty, but cute and assured, as if she knew she could solve this easily. That was interesting, a goddess, cute.

I saw both Jessica and Becky close their eyes tight, and fall to their knees. I had no idea what was happening, but soon I found out. A few minutes later, Becky and Jessica opened their eyes, and something happened to me.

It was quite abrupt and unexpected. Suddenly, I felt another entity inside my head, probing, turning over memories, and bringing them forward so I thought of them. What was interesting was that I still had no memories of what I did or what had happened before I came to the island, so the majority of the memories I came across had to do with sex. I remembered my first confrontation with Tessa, her body soft and sweet, her Asian eyes narrowed with suspicion, but oh so cute....

I remembered waking Rachel from her stupor through sex, then fucking her doctor, Becky...

I remembered forcing Lisa into bondage with her advisor and Tessa...

I remembered saving Jessica from the three mean girls, and saving her again from becoming a human mannequin...

I remembered strangling Rachel as I fucked her, and how her pussy had spasmed...

I remembered the orgy I had with many, many nameless girls...

I remembered many things, and they were turned over and contemplated gently by the alien entity, almost as if she was a girl playing with delicate porcelain dolls. I felt astonishment, wonder, and surprise as she went through my sexual exploits.

I do not know how long she was there, combing through my thoughts, but, when I regained conscious, it was still the middle of the ceremony, and I was kneeling on the ground. By the absolute silence of all there, I knew that I still did not have an advisor.

Then, another weird thing happened. I blinked, but when I opened my eyes, I was no longer in under the dome. I was in some sort of...heaven? Perhaps heaven was the right word for it.

Everything was fuzzy, but brightly colored. It appeared to be Greek, but I could hardly tell, since a fuzzy bright white cloud-fog seemed to block me from seeing any further than ten or so feet. I was standing on a white marble path, and there was a bench. There were some buildings too, but they were too vaguely defined.

On the bench sat a little girl. I could not see her face, for it was covered by her hair. She was looking away from me, so I took the chance to let my eyes roam over her body.

It was strange, however. It was quite obviously the body of a little girl, I knew that. Her tits were small, her pussy was hairless...all that was established. What was weird was everything else. Besides those basic things that defined a girl, everything else kept on changing. What was most interesting was that they seemed to change to whatever I wanted at the time. No matter what I saw, it was always beautiful, and I always wanted it.

Looking at her hair, I realized it was the same. I could not begin to define to you what color it was, nor how it was cut. It seemed to me to always be the perfect hair, for the perfect little girl.

Then she turned to me. Again, I could not begin to describe her face. Imagine the most beautiful girl you have seen. Perfect that face, make it like a goddess, and you have it there.

Even the little pout on her lips made her face only look more beautiful. I almost lost what she said at first, but here, in her own little realm, her voice echoed for eternity.

"Decide!" she ordered.

Still, her order was not an order. It was the whine of a girl whose playthings don't agree with her, who found a problem she could not solve. Still, looking into her eyes, I detected that she faintly enjoyed what was happening here, a precursor to the satisfaction she would get when she solved the problem.

The main problem, for me, was I could not choose. I began to debate, and would have stood there, a century, debating, when an idea popped into my head. It was so alien, so random, I knew it was not mine, but probably of some other god or goddess causing mischief.

Whoever's idea it was, I acted upon it. Walking forward, I grabbed the little goddess by the armpits, and lay her down upon the bench. Her legs, almost involuntarily it seemed, fell open, revealing her perfect vagina.

Her eyes widened, and I sensed she was about to do something, but a weird sensation came over us, possibly the other entity, and she stopped, instead lowering her eyes and opening her legs in a clear invitation. She probably didn't like it, but had no choice.

So I fucked the goddess. As I fucked her, my cock grew ever harder and ever stronger, and her pussy grew ever tighter and ever softer. We ended up fitting each other perfectly, each thrust of mine bringing a thousand little orgasms, yet I never grew flaccid.

As I fucked, I noticed we were both orgasming. Clear fluid, flowed from the point we connected, and the goddess, who originally was reluctant, had her perfect face in an expression of ecstasy, as if this was all she had ever wanted or needed.

We fucked for an eternity or more, having infinity orgasms, moving our hips in an eternal rhythm, essential to life itself. However, it had to end. I found myself nearing an even bigger climax, not fit to be called an orgasm. It exploded from me and into her, a tidal wave of cum and pleasure. I could feel and see each second in exquisite detail, remembering everything about this beautiful girl, yet not recalling any thing specific. All that I remember was that she was perfect, and that was all.

She climaxed at the same time, but I had not felt it over the pleasure of mine. We could have stayed there forever, bathing in the afterglow. It was the perfect sex; there would be no better. However, whatever the other entity wanted had been achieved, and I felt myself spiraling down, down, down back toward the mortal world.

I awoke exactly where I had been. My memories of the perfect sex I had were suppressed, limited so that I could enjoy the other girls. I stood up in the pool of girl cum, still hot with the pleasures that created it. My memories of the time I had spent wherever it was were dulled, but the pleasure still remained. It was good, though, that it was dulled, for now I would be able to still take pleasure in having sex with the other girls. My cock throbbed, still hard, as if I hadn't cum up there multiple times. Jessica and Becky were still standing there, trying hard not to look at each other, trying hard to vie for my attention.

Then, another piece of enlightenment hit me. Again, it was so alien, I had no doubt that it was not mine, but rather, one of the other entities'. I also saw that the other girls, all around, seemed to have heard it as well, since they began to mutter and nod. It was a brilliant idea, and one that I liked very much.

"I will not be taking an advisor." I announced, but none of them were surprised. "I will unite the five kingdoms of this island, and I will be king. My choices will dictate the fate of this island. Bow down to the king!"

"Bow down to the king!" The five queens and their advisors announced, doing so. Soon, each and ever girl was on her knees in supplication, and I was the only one left standing. I looked over, and, as far as I could see, there were girls, of all ages, of all types, everywhere, all my subjects. And I smiled. And all was good.