Jean began her morning as she had begun every morning of the last few months. So many months that she'd lost track of it all; rolling long in bed to pull her pregnant body onto the morning wood of the sleeping Hilichurl who had taken her as his bride. Right there on the little bedroll in the tent that she had come to call home. No calendar to let her know how long she'd been gone, no sense of how far along she truly was in the pregnancy that had her bed swelling with the churl baby she was so excited to have. Just her and some cock to start her morning off right.
The cock slid into her ready experienced pussy, moans excitedly sparking up his attention upon her. His eyes opened wide, and a smile spread across his face at the sight of his human slutwife riding pregnant atop him, so thoroughly mindbroken on the sheer thrill and the wrongness of what she was happily riding out.
Up and down the length of fat morning wood Jean went, her hands running along the body of the man below her, her every devotion pushing her to want to take all of this on. Jean was absolutely unashamed of the pleasures upon her and the warmth of this wicked moment. "So good. I love waking up to your cock." Her hands caressed along her naked body, her pale ass even fatter with her pregnancy, jiggling happily about while her man reached around her to grope at it and fondle her gorgeous backside. But her swollen, milky tits drew just as much attention.
Rising up, the Hilichurl moved to happily grab her tits and get to work on sucking on her perfect nipples, drinking her milk meant for their yet-to-come child. His hands were all over her body, adoring every inch of her obedient form, the body of a warrior turned soft and submissive. He didn't even need to do anything amid her efforts to do all the work for him, riding proudly atop his cock like a good slut and submitting in full to anything he wanted from her.
This was just life as it had become for Jean, a collapse of power to live a tribal lifestyle with the men who had broken her. It was a change she appreciated on some demented level, able to be 'freed' from everything she had been worried about, embracing the wild surrender and sloppy fascination that taught her darker, deeper lessons about her desire and her life, about what she was here for. Made for. Her hips worked up and own along the length of beefy cock filling her up, her body thrashing about in wild desire under the joy of just giving in completely to this lust. "I love my life," she moaned grasping the back of her man's head and encouraging him to suck on her nipples. She needed him to take her completely. It was the only acceptable way forward in Jean's mind.
The pleasure was all so natural and simple, the eager burn of lusts to appreciate deeper, pursuing the chance to give up to these desires in full. Everything had become so simple to Jean, almost too simple. Not just in her lifestyle now that she lived such a simplistic existence out in the wild, but in how the pieces of her life had fallen so neatly into these sensible 'answers' to her fears and her concerns. She gave herself up so readily to what became just the only sensible way forward, and her body was ready to give in fully to these beautiful lusts, an almost demented desire to give up to what hit her. Jean just needed to keep pushing on for more, embracing the wickedness and the satisfying fire of whatever she could get.
"I want you to cum in me like you want to put another baby in me," moaned Jean. She knew he didn't understand her. The language barrier hadn't been overcome much in the months since. But she'd gotten used to saying things just for herself, her head rolling back and the spectacular joy surging up through her body as she gave up to the storm of pure lust and hunger without sense now. Thrashing about in throbbing surrender, Jean accepted the joy of riding Hilichurl dick as her first act of the day, and of letting her thoughts fall to pieces. A hard, hot orgasm awaited her through this burning chaos, through the delight of keeping him sucking on her milky breasts and embracing the utter chaos behind all of this. The pleasure was overbearing, the wicked lust and the heat of pure hunger, so desperate and so chaotic. Too sloppy for sense.
Jean got what she wanted, throwing her head back and moaning through the pure satisfaction that this invited, her thoughts falling to pieces and any semblance of reason all slipping away from her. She came hard for these pleasures, giving up to the cloying joy of just letting herself go, every sloppy impulse and obsessive sweep of lust carrying her to the limits of dignity, too senseless and too indulgent to be able to resist. She welcomed it, and she welcomed the chance to just let herself give in fully, embracing these desires and devotions with all she had. "Cum in me, cum in me, fucking cum in me!" Her voice rose up into bliss as she let go.
There were some ideas that transcended language, and this was one of them. The burning rapture of giving up to this molten ecstasy became a brilliant, reckless throb of all the pleasures she needed most, an all-consuming spectacle to want to embrace. As her lover groaned and bucked upward, he came inside of her, flooding her pussy with that beautifully potent, virile cum. Everything she needed. Everything that broke her in the first place. The twist of shuddering ecstasy held her tight, and Jean felt the warmth shudder across her, left happily sinking into the warming joy of just letting go, giving in completely to the idea that she wanted only to fall to pieces for this.
With a womb full of cum and breasts full of milk, a little baby monster in her belly, Jean didn't have any thought for how she had simply vanished. Jean didn't worry herself much with any of that now; she was committed to bigger things, deeper ideas, lusts that mattered far more than the worries of people out in the 'normal' world still.
It was a small island in the Inazuman Archipelago. An island that nobody had set foot on in decades, out of the way and maybe greased along by a little bit of magical something to make sure that it wasn't found by travelers. All Lumine's idea and all Lumine's doing, tapping in to the powers that she didn't fully understand, but which allowed her to bend time a little bit around the island and ensure it was a paradise nobody knew about. An island that was beautifully filled with two things: the tribe of Hilichurls native to the island, and the human women who had come here for the chance at a lifestyle of tropical, tribal paradise and decadence.
Women were disappearing from the nations of Tevyat. Some of them were powerful women. The Tianquan and Yuheng alike of the Liyue Qixing, the captain of the Knights of Favonius, and the Shogun of Inazuma chief among them. Women who had simply walked away from their stations without warning and vanished from society. They shed their lives and their attachments to the things of the 'civilized' world for this life with the monstrous men who they had become addicted to, happily forsaking everything to live simplistic lives in tents and living off of the earth if it meant they could continue to enjoy a constant supply of big, inexhaustible dick.
For their part, the Hilichurls were all too happy to accommodate the women. Isolated from the wider world for so long, they weren't as brutal or as dangerous as the Hilichurls of the world beyond, concerned with survival and with their day to day existence much more than with causing any problems. A welcome change from the mischievous, dangerous menaces out in the wild, who were a constant threat to the cities of Tevyat, but more importantly, to the women of their cities.
Each one came here in pursuit of Hilichurl cock out of a lust that was fucked them one way or another. An adventurous mishap, a moment of weakness and curiosity, and of course, the completely set-up demise rigged by Lumine herself in her desire to recruit more women to come to the island. She'd gotten countless travel companions and people she knew across the nations to embrace this new lifestyle once they found out what amazing lovers Hilichurls could make.
Women lounged around camp, some of them dressed in their 'normal' clothes, some of them freely moving naked. Some were pregnant, some were tending to tasks, some were breastfeeding their young children. All of them either were fucking a Hilichurl, or had fucked one. Or more. There was no restraint or taboo in this tribe around sex in public, and even only nominal senses of a woman being a man's 'wife'. Those were ideas for cities, completely unfit for this lifestyle. Women fucked any Hilichurl who slid into them, a free use paradise of throbbing cocks tirelessly fucked broken cum addicts endlessly. It was decadent perfection, something that needed no restraint, that allowed the pleasure to flow freely and readily for all.
Right out in the open, Faruzan and Nilou were happily buried into the fat nuts of a Hilichurl hunter fresh from morning runs, his sweaty balls needing to be huffed and slurped on, worshiped. The massive cock rested across both Sumeru women's faces, their moans drunk and shameless. To smell and kiss and lick and breathe in the scent of Hilichurl nuts was all they cared about, the pleasure turning these two dizzy huffsluts dumb. They were some of the camp's most reckless oral toys, addicted to sucking on sweaty cocks and serving whether as a duo or solo, or with some other girl.
Nilou had a specific taste for sucking dicks fresh out of another woman's cunt, slurping clean the tart juices of another conquered twat. But Faruzan was all sweat all the time; a proud hunter coming back from the wild after an early morning start, his balls all but marinating in their own juices until she was able to suck the musk right off of him offered up something wild and unbeatable. As much as Nilou loved the taste of spare pussy like a bit of a shameless cuckquean, though, she couldn't argue with Faruzan. The taste of masculinity and serving a tribe's hunter was unbelievable, bringing her the endless joy of pleasures and burning desires too steep to be able to ignore, an irresistible burn of wicked satisfactions that didn't let up for a moment.
"I'm just a musk slut," hazily whined Nilou, continuing her hopeless passion, the tremble of ecstasy maddening and obsession-inducing, keeping her moving forward with unrelenting, burning excitement. The pleasure held her tighter, keeping up its storm of obsession and need, the heat growing out of control through her. There wasn't any reason to contain what hit her, the burn of trembling passions to give up to.
"Your sweat tastes even better than your cum," said Faruzan amid her licks up along his cock, slathering it in spit and slobbering all over him. She was reckless and filthy and all of the most undistinguished of things, but she was happy only to submit to all of it, pushing sloppily forward to let her most dizzy and hopeless devotions become a reality. "I need to clean you with my tongue!"
There wasn't much use in speaking. The Hilichurls and the women who came to serve them did not speak the same language at all, and it seemed very possible that such lowly life forms didn't even possess the ability to replicate human speech. They were just monsters. Just warped little monsters, even if these ones weren't a risk to be around. But the girls spoke anyway, if only for their own sanity. Rudimentary gestures and ideas were easy enough for everyone to get on the same page about, but the actual finer points of communication were stripped of all nuance.
But who needed nuance when hot balls needed sucking on? The girls continued their hopeless treatment, obsessive and needy, giving up to the sloppiness and the chaos of trying to meet these demands. It was all they could do, their mouths obedient, trained, driven by craving and hunger too potent for anything to be able to stop. They licked up higher, starting to praise his cock, too, starting to praise anything they could get their tongues on in the burning need that demanded they submit. There was such a simple, dizzy lust to their morning reverence of the tribe's hunter. It was all so right.
Once at the head of his cock properly, they took turns sucking it down, massaging and polishing the cock with their throats, submitting only to their lustful instincts and the desire within them to serve the tribe's men in any ways they could. Sweaty hunter cock needed to be washed with their tongues, needed to be worked and scrubbed with their throats spasming around the fat intrusions that made them gag so hard. Their cleaning and huffing of cock and balls for Hilichurls fresh from the hunt was simply the purpose they served the tribe, that which they so happily offered up in service and readiness. The desire became so simple, so direct, and there was no need for anything but the obedience and the borderline obsessive surrender that this need invoked within them.
Their worship was met with lots of groans, lots of words they didn't understand, but most importantly, with a wild eruption of molten cum splattering all over their faces. Faruzan and Nilou took on their load with pride, moaning with joy as a fertile, heavy load splattered across their waiting faces and out-stretched tongues. The pleasure was unstoppable, the unreal satisfaction and beautiful need of just giving up in full. They moaned for it, turning in toward one another and locking lips in sloppy obsession, embracing the chaos that continued to ruin them. They happily stayed there, down on their knees in what camp had learned to be the familiar, welcoming position for two huffsluts ready to service more balls.
Not too far away, Ayaka had come back from the woods with fruits, only to end up pushed onto her back on the floor and fucked deep. Her kimono had become something she wore wide open, hanging off her arms and shoulders so that whenever a Hilichurl wanted her, she could slip out of it and use her clothes like a sheet to lei atop while getting fucked. Deep missionary position strokes from the Hilichurl who had pounced onto her had her melting happily away; as long as the basket she'd filled wasn't disturbed, she was fine with simply taking it right where she law.
"If you need to fuck me, you may," Ayaka said, as if the choice was hers. These Hilichurls may have been less violent, but they were certainly forceful and insistent anyway, grabbing and fucking girls on whims. Ayaka was ready for it, twisting under the wild desire and feverish delight she needed most. Her body trembled under the senseless weight of brilliant lusts now, pleasure building hotter through her. There was no good way to deal with these feelings, a tremble of desire and crushing lust she was powerless to deal with, but which she was ready to deal with.
Hard, throbbing cock filling her up was just too good to stand up in the face of. Every tremble of wicked lust flaring up through Ayaka was something she had learned and surrendered to already, shamelessly committed to embracing whatever she could find in the desire that came with this. Everything Ayaka did was a gesture of utter surrender to this tribe, letting a man use her body right there in the dirt. Dressing for it. Her kimono was always caked in dried out dirt, sending loose dusty clouds whenever she tried to clean it up. She liked it that way, she'd learned. It was insane to think about, but Ayaka cherished letting these Hilichurls use her right there in the dirt, coming around to a whole new lifestyle and to the very obsessive chaos that kept her throwing herself into the deep end without a shred of care.
Why care? Why hold back? The pleasure tore across Ayaka with such beautifully wicked lust that being pinned down and used had simply become the way. It was all she could think about, all that she could truly want out of her life. It was baffling to imagine that she would have ever resisted this or wanted anything else in life. She was happy to give in now, happy to embrace the ferocious plunge into beautiful ecstasy, into demented and dizzy joy. The ever-present insistence was something she learned how to give in to, happily surrendering herself in full to the beautiful chaos of letting go, melting into warmth and accepting the wicked lusts of wanting to give in to this.
Each plunge into her cunt filled Ayaka up to the brim, rendering her nothing but a hole for him to use. Ayaka gave in to the pleasure, letting the sweet collapse of all sense do wilder, sloppier things to her. "Do whatever you want to me, please. I'm here to make you feel good," she whined, ready to embrace the pleasure, her legs struggling not to kick up and wrap around his waist. When a Hilichurl wanted a mating press, he took a mating press. Ayaka felt it wrong to force one to mating press her if he wanted pure missionary sex.
And this Hilichurl did, jamming his tongue into her mouth, dominant and reckless in his greedy use of her. Ayaka happily melted into the kiss, giving him whatever he wanted, granting him full access to her ripe hole and to anything he craved. Such was a woman's duty to any man in this tribe, and such a duty transcended language barriers to become so simple and so easy to understand now as simply everything she and the other women needed so badly.
Ayaka's shrieks became hotter, noisier, her body thrashing against the tides of lust that continued to batter down upon her ready body. Her tight cunt knew to squeeze down around Hilichurl dick and to milk every drop out of it. Her pussy spasmed around the aching dick, and she was happy to give in, happy to fall to pieces, happy to give up to these lusts with unrelenting insistence and a dizzy chaos that ripped her utterly apart. The pleasure was outrageous and wicked, plunging her into the most beautiful ferocity and into the idea of simply letting completely go. The inevitability of every obsessive need left Ayaka completely drunk on this moment, ready to surrender in full to the wild lusts she needed now.
A life of this much sex was so insane to give up to, something Ayaka tried her best to work through while always falling into the hotter, wilder ecstasy of letting go. There was nothing but pure joy to this mess now, a satisfaction that became everything she needed, became the beautiful mess of collapsing lust to fall apart fully under. The pleasure was outrageous, wicked, the sloppiest of fires she was giving up to in full. Kissing a man while he pumped a load into her was just about the ideal for Ayaka. Some wistful ghost of romance that seemed wildly out of way in this arrangement, but it was what helped Ayaka give in fully. A flood of molten cum into her needy hole kept Ayaka happy, kept her shakily well fed and more relieved than she was ever fully ready to admit to anyone. A good, hard fuck in the dirt could make her feel a serenity she hadn't known possible before she left her life behind for this island.
A lot of the women gave up on hunting parties after a while, preferring to lounge around camp with the Hilichurls and let the men do all the work. Or they were pregnant or had children to raise, and couldn't feasibly rise before the sun to seek out animals. But the island's wildlife was plentiful, and some women did march out, generally from a reckless desire to need to stretch their legs and continue to do what felt natural, to join the men in hunting for food.
Amber, Collei, and Shinobu formed the women on one such hunting team. The two archers were able to provide support from a distance, whether shooting birds out of the sky or firing off shots to wound prey that could then be chased down while wounded. Shinobu was stealthy and capable, scouting ahead and communicating to the rest of the group, or sneaking up on something big and cutting it down before anyone could notice anything. They worked well together. They were a fluid team.
Hauling back the hunt to the camp was always quite a lot of work, and part of the reason why additional arms were always a welcome presence in the hunting parties. Whether the heavy bovines who needed to be dragged along the ground, or the nets full of smaller prey stuck with arrows in them. Although those were typically so full and so weighty that the one person dragging them along was typically pulled along the floor. They were only one hunting party of several, but they were ready to move forward and do their best to navigate all the surprises around them.
Shinobu hauled one of the nets along with her, full of birds she'd collected in the midst of scouting ahead. As she approached the camp, a nearly fully-nude Yanfei headed toward her, dressed in little but off-cuts and rags after her clothes got torn apart by a rough Hilichurl getting too handsy while he fucked her. Now, she packed her slender body into very little, but it made her feel a little bit more beastly. Yanfei had taken well to tribal life, a little playful and a little beastly, now wearing a glorified fur-trimmer loincloth and a little strip of it over her breasts. "Looks like you got something for me!" she said, skittering forward toward Shinobu, smile on her face. "Is breakfast here?'
Kiku nodded slowly while Yanfei approached, grasping hold of her mask as Yanfei approached her. She pulled it down slowly, peeling her mouth covering away to reveal the mess of jizz splattered all over her lips and smeared along the interior of it and against her skin. Her mouth opened wide, showing off the thick strands of cum left to sit in her mouth, still sticky and virile even after so long mingling with her spit. Her tongue toyed with it, producing even more dramatic-seeming strands and spectacles from the show of pure insanity she so proudly wore for effect.
"You got breakfast!" said Yanfei, happily pushing her face forward and jamming her tongue into Shinobu's mouth, shoving an energetic kiss onto the straightforward hunter while eating the cum out of her mouth. Sex was common out in hunting parties with the girls present, and in particular, Shinobu often found herself getting blowbanged for good scouting work after a successful hunt. She'd carried that cum back with her from all the Hilichurls finishing in her mouth and on her face, and now, she was happy to make out with Yanfei and share in the real fruit of her hunt, as she did every morning.
Drooly, sloppy make-outs were all either cared about now. One of the other Hilichurls took the bag from Shinobu while she stood there with her hands on Yanfei's cheeks, spitting stale cum into her mouth. Yanfei accepted all of it, dizzily gracious and eager, thankful for the sloppy joy she could collapse into. Both girls had a cum fetish, and reignited their past friendship, with Shinobu studiously deferring to Yanfei, now that they were living such different lives on this isolated island. Yanfei was not her superior or her senpai here on this island; tribal life brought on survival skills that Shinobu's bandit life was better suited for. But out of respect, Shinobu continued to respect her former tutor, and gleefully snowball and spit the loads she earned into her mouth for them to share.
Collei and Amber focused on hauling back boars, lending their strong bowman's arms to supporting the effort and pulling everything with them. There was no luxury to stop and make out with the cum they'd had blowbanged into their mouths. No, they'd swallowed all that so they could wait until the return to camp, although the two friends looked enviously on toward the two girls sucking on one another's tongues and fondly wished for their own time with it.
Collei's legs were too shaky for their own good. "I need sex so badly."
"Just a little longer," Amber said, trying to keep upbeat. "We're almost there, Collei. Then we can have all the sex we want."
"Yes, we're almost there," Collei agreed. "We left so early this morning that I didn't get to take care of anything before we left, so I'm very--oh, are we stopping?'
Amber and Collei both turned in surprise over toward the two Hilichurls they were hauling back the boars with, who had stopped where they stood. The girls turned in surprise toward the two Hilichurls to see what they were looking at, only to notice that the men were staring now at Yanfei and Shinobu sucking face, their cocks slowly hardening, rising steady and hungry while they watched, enticed and encouraged by a steadily burning arousal that made everything suddenly seem outrageous.
Amber and Collei realized what was going on, biting their lips and inching slowly toward the Hilichurls that needed help, their legs shaky and their desires heated. This was a chance to get off and get what they wanted in the midst of growing excitement. The desire inside of them was getting outrageous, and they didn't try to hold back or hide from the pleasures that it demanded from them. They shared a nervous look at one another, then decided to go for it, sharing a nod and shifting in against one another, grabbing hold of the men's cocks and shifting in closer.
"Need some help?" Amber asked. Her other hand pushed her shorts down, and she pushed her round ass out toward the churl's lap, ready to perform and indulge.
"I can take care of that for you, said Collei, pulling herself up onto the cock of the Hilichurl beside her, trying to get his hands to grip her perky butt and pull her up for a good, rough pounding.
Immediately pouncing onto the first opportunity they got, the two Hilichurls happily abandoned their matters with the pigs to pounce these two women. The other Hilichurls from the hunting party continued to drag other animals along, but Amber and Collei took firm advantage of the distraction to get what they wanted.
For Amber, that meant one arm getting yanked back while she leaned forward, a rough, hard, standing doggy style fuck, with the cock slamming up into her tight cunt and getting to work at hammering into her. "Fuck yes!" she gasped, her head swaying about. "I've always been a real slut for big cock!" Her round hips crashed so happily back against the deep slams upon her, the trembling euphoria and the chaos of wanting to give in, falling to pieces under the weighty haze of lust. She was so happy to get fucked rough and wild and raw, body heaving about in trembling delight. Every slam into her needy cunt kept her wanting to simply surrender in full. The collapse of reason and the chance to throw all sense away kept her needy, sloppy, ready to fall apart.
Lifted up from the ground, Collei shrieked happily as she was impaled down onto some throbbing cock meat, pulled atop him and forced to bounce madly atop his lap, giving up to the pure decadence and the sheer insanity of wanting to simply give in to all these pleasures. She was so happy to be in good health now, to have the energy to live this demanding life and to take the exhausting joy of hard, raw fucking all the time. The pleasure was outrageous, sloppy, forward. Hard strokes bounced her up and down on the hard cock, and she happily lost herself to squealing joy.
There was no corner of life where sex wasn't always a possibility. A risk, even. There was just no sense of real moral restraint in the camp now among the people all gunning for any shot they could at fucking, whether the ravenous Hilichurls or the horny women who had given their lives up to come live here. Nobody batted an eye at some members of the hunting party simply stopping in place to fuck even though camp was now within earshot. It was just how things were, and everyone moved around the two girls getting fucked into oblivion and so readily squealing through this surrender. The pleasure was outrageous and forward, ravenous in how it demanded complete submission and obedience from the women taking these wild thrusts on. Nothing could have held them back, the tremble of wicked lust and want that became an unavoidable hunger to just need to embrace.
Amber happily slammed her round hips back in greedy surrender to meet the deep strokes upon her. She couldn't stay still, shorts down around her knees while pounding madly back to meet the sheer chaos and the passion of needing to give in fully. Pleasure throbbed across her body, consuming her with a vicious indulgence and the raw insistence that hit her ever-steadier, the heat she was so happy to keep rolling with, jerking through the pleasure without much in the way of sense. Reckless, sloppy, needing only to keep the pace up of this, she was ready to give in to this all, throwing all sense away to keep chasing the embrace of something growing ever sloppier and more reckless.
"Big churl cocks changed my life," whined Amber, shaking through these rapturous needs, lustful and clumsy and finding it impossible to contain herself. Her body moved with rabid desperation back and forth, seeking out only the relief and the fire of wanting to give up to this all. The pleasure was outrageous and exhausting, the sloppier heat of wanting to just collapse for this moment. She tried to keep herself upright, even as the rough slams from behind drove forward harder, the Hilichurl almost trying to knock her over with his cock to see if he could push her down into the dirt. It was a mess, a throb of relentless chaos that all continued feeding into the central lust Amber was so happy to give herself up to.
Collei was similarly a shrieking mess, bounced up and down on the cock she rode, the man's grip tight on her ass to keep her bouncing along. Her body was so ready, her cunt squeezing around the meaty cock that she kept giving up to hotter, embracing the utter desire and the fever she was powerless to resist. Drunkenly throwing herself into the burning fascination of getting whatever she wanted, Collei wanted only to give in to these sloppier lusts. Having her tight cunt stretched open and utterly used by a Hilichurl kept her in a good place. To heave atop the cock and embrace the wicked satisfaction kept her sloppy and hungry, too hopeless and too dizzy to fight off the inevitable and the brilliant.
Side-by-side strokes madly pounding away at both friends kept them writhing and noisily embracing this wicked need. They both gave themselves up so happily to this madness, the throes of ecstasy now surging across their bodies, their thoughts hazily collapsing under the drunken joy of just letting their bodies get pounded into by the rock hard Hilichurl cocks that laid waste to them completely There was nothing to do but give in, happily faltering under the desire to give in to this rapture, to the pleasure growing so fitful inside of them. To give in like this was all either girl wanted, whining, and heaving through getting pounced up and down these thick cocks. They were filled so deep, fucked with every bit of the wild fever only a Hilichurl could provide them. Reason enough to upend their lives for life with them on this island. Well worth the sacrifice.
Shrieks of manic delight filled the air, the girls plunged into the deep end of some sloppy sex out in the open. Screams of bliss from Amber and Collei rang out in bright, obsessive heat. They let the pleasure consume them, sent spiraling into heaving, hazy bliss, yelling for more and giving up to the sloppiest of these ecstasies, a burning excitement built to drive them wild with need. The girls fell to pieces under the sheer passion of lust and surrender. Both girls were ready, giving up to these mad pleasures, the chaos that kept up pure want now. It was hard to feel jealous of Shinobu and Yanfei's sloppy make-out session when they were getting flooded to the brim with hot, gooey cum directly.
They were let down steady and urged to march forward. Amber pulled her shorts back up even as jizz leaked quickly out all over her thighs, while Collei tried to straighten her clothes out and get dragging the boar again. Back to hauling, back to preparing food. Shinobu pulled her mask back up, hiding the still-lingering mess of cum on her face, and walked back with Yanfei into the village, both setting their eyes on finding a Hilichurl they could share.
Eula, Mona, and Ganyu were all meant to be watching the fires and tending to them. But the duties any woman was 'supposed' to fill in the camp was utterly malleable and subject to the whims of their insatiable superiors. Which was how all three bottom-heavy women instead ended up lined up side by side, fat asses flush together while Hilichurls drilled into them from behind, fresh from the hunt and, having laid down the day's hunt with pride, got right to work at drilling into the holes of the nearest women.
That was the natural order, and just what the girls were happy to have happen, moaning out proudly amid the collapse of sense upon them as they neglected their duties and neglected the actual matter at hand to instead greedily indulge in raw, hard anal as intensely as they could get it. Drunken moans rang out from the girls shamelessly surrendering to these delights, their plump rears jiggling heaving from the force of strong Hilichurls celebrating a good hunt by breeding these women. The men seemed to appreciate girls with huge big asses the most, and the repeated duty of tending to the fires was one Ganyu suspect was solely meant to get them nearby for when the hunters came back and wanted some time with them. Not that they could have ever minded.
"Fuck my fat ass deeper," gasped Eula, her head rolled back. "Ass-addicted Hilichurls are always so predictable, but I love that you like me so much. I love that this big ass swallows up your huge cocks." Eula was happy to keep her hips steady, not throwing back like a lot of women did so that she could instead be a rigid presence the Hilichurl upon her had to work at making falter, keeping up the wildest of pleasures and fevers to keep going for harder, the chaos and spectacle to want to embrace utterly senselessly. Deeper lust couldn't leave anything behind, the pleasure and the wickedness to keep dealing with hotter under these desires.
Squeaking and gasping through a slightly less certain but no less vocal mess, Mona thrashed about, her hips slamming back and her jiggly ass refusing to hold back under the sheer chaos and passion behind all of this. "So big, so big, fuck. You're so rough." Her squeaking and the bounce of her hips continued on with wild panic, the throbbing heat and the buckling need that she was faltering under, the tremble of pleasures she was trying her best to deal with now. There was no reason to hold back, throwing herself into the throbbing decadence and the chaos of wanting more.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" was all Ganyu was capable of, with hands gripping her horns to pull her head back and with hard, raw slaps deep up her guts driving her mad. She was weak, crumbling under cock harder than even the other girls had, completely detached and demented in the spiral down into whatever she could get, seeking the pleasure in the most wicked and passionate of desires, the continued lust she was ready to give up to hotter. She didn't need to be coherent, she just needed to be fucked dumb.
All three fell into the beautiful fever and desire of giving in, allowing themselves to submit in full to the pleasure that they needed. Hard, throbbing dicks filling their asses, sending them into the utter confusion and the fever of pleasures that became impossible to fight. Overbearing ecstasy simply did to them things too wicked to handle, the pleasure that tore across their bodies, that made them submit like the sloppy whores they happily were, submitting to the fullest desperation of lust and desire upon them.
The three Hilichurls drilling away at their tight holes had them just so ravenous, so eager. There was no escaping the ugly reality of throbbing ecstasy pulsing across their bodies, but the sinking joy of just giving in to their lust for dick helped carry them to the limit of sense. This all became so simple, a direct, cutting burn of pleasures that all simply had to be given up to. A steady, persistent storm of desire and lust to have to be ruled by. Whatever duties to tending to the flames the girls needed to perform fell away, but did so happily. nobody could blame them for bending over to let their fat asses get stuffed to the brim. Not by the other women, who were just as ravenously hooked on their cocks. Certainly not by the Hilichurls, more likely to step in and take sloppy seconds than to chide them.
But it was all about the pleasure, all about the burning want that tore across them. Non-stop desperation and chaos plunging them together into the unreasonable desperation of letting go completely. It became normal for the, the only way forward, heaving and thrashing and letting loose the sloppy surrender of getting fucked absolutely dumb, until they were falling apart completely. Shameless anal orgasms that had the girls hawing out in bliss, had them collapsing under joyful, heaving delight, the desire and the hunger and the commotion of just letting themselves go completely. It became too much to handle, an impossibly overbearing rush of satisfaction and desire that all felt so perfect, so steady. They welcomed it upon themselves, let the pleasure tear hopelessly across their bodies now, and it was all right. All perfect. Just what they needed.
The girls came hard, but the Hilichurls came harder. Hard groans and slams forward filled them up, the gasps of maddened lust ringing out as loud and sharp as could be for the hard slams forward and for the eruption of molten cum deep into their guts. All three women shook and whined in whimpering satisfaction, so happy to be of service and to perform their tribe duties. At least, some of them. The ones that mattered most. The ones that were the most fun, to be sure. The pleasure was outrageous, just so sloppy and exhausting now that the only thing to do was give up in full to its demands, to every desire and throb across bodies ravenous now for any second of this touch they could get.
True to their expectations, more men coming back from the hunt quickly slipped in behind the girls, their now loosened-up and waiting asses quickly stuffed full of more dick and fucked on harder for another round, recklessly pursuing only the desire to go deeper still in to the throes of anything they could find in all this. Right back to work at having their asses pounded, none of the trio felt like they were in any hurry to go be anywhere else for a long while to come. This could be the day to them.
Some days, it even was.