For as much as the camp was a roving orgy on all but the most typical of days, having a larger tent meant simply for women to sit around fucking Hilichurls as they came and went seemed absolutely pointless. And yet that was precisely what one of the tents had become, with Yae, Beidou, Lisa, Rosaria, and Yelan lounging about happily to let the pleasure carry on. Beidou sported a pregnant belly, while Yae was starting to show a little bit of her second pregnancy. Rosaria was desperate to get knocked up and happily throwing herself at any Hilichurl coming in in hopes she too could carry children. Yelan was fresh off of having had her first child and taking it easy, but she wasn't exactly against whatever happened happening. Lisa was here to get knocked up to a point so extreme that she was pushing away any Hilichurl who tried to fuck her tits. She was here for breeding.
Beidou lay back on the floor and let a pair of men suck on her plump, milky tits while she worked her hands along their cocks, warmed massage oils she'd brought with her slicking up their cocks for nice, wet handjobs as she sank back in satisfaction. "So good," she moaned. "Fuck, Ningguang really had it right when she pulled me over here." She bit her lip tightly, every day feeling like a reminder of what she had done. For how long she'd spent at sea, it wasn't that strange a transition; Beidou felt better than most with the idea of long stretches spent here, care-free and decadent. Her hands moved quickly along the cocks, but everything felt relaxed and lazy. Maybe it was the pace of slow appreciation that the mouths latched onto her milk-heavy breasts offered.
The eager Hilichurls simply kept drinking. Their steady, slow pace was a relaxing change from their work through the day in cooking the food, able to have a nice, relaxing time with their own treat. One prepared just for them, filling up the pirate's plush tits and letting their patient approach carry on. Their glistening cocks, slick with oil, throbbed in her grasp, and it was impossible not to inch forward a little bit and embrace that wild satisfaction, but it was all well worth the pleasure of letting it happen. Their hands were eager to caress along Beidou's body, even rubbing at her tight cunt, taking turns flinging her or groping her thighs, clearly wanting more, but happily waiting for the right time for that.
Beidou was getting way too used to this for her own good. All the slow, steady, insistent pleasure wore her down with the precision and passion she needed more and more of. Her body responded positively to the suction on her leaky breasts, the pleasure steadily rising through her body, climbing with an insistent excitement that had become all too familiar for her now. She could cum just from breast feeding, the idle prodding at her pussy bringing her hotter pleasure, the heat and the desire and the chaos of wanting to give up to all of this, the desire and the excitement of just needing more. Milking a pair of loads out of the Hilichurls she tended to, Beidou let loose her moans and let the pleasures compel her to give in to these wild pleasures now, a chaos she was ready to commit in full to.
She knew her life as a breeding whore was destiny if she could cum from breastfeeding. It was a life
changing realization.
Yelan wrapped her tits around the cock of a Hilichurl stood in front of her, her hands working her chest along his shaft with a luxuriously slow-burning pace, slicked up by some of the oil that Beidou handed her so that she could make everything slippery and enticing, but not something she tried to race into. She held back, restrained and elegant in her work, not wanting to be like the women throwing themselves to gorge on dick so recklessly. She had some grace to her, something subtle and eager, toying with the idea of something calmer. She was able to find a more graceful approach, and able to savour the chance for something just a little bit nicer. No race toward the finish line. She was happy to wear her pearl necklaces and to let them last.
Standing passively to let this woman tend to him, he did his part simply by having a huge cock to be treated to her oily tits. There was a steadiness and a pleasure to all the commotion that proved its own sort of relief, the pleasure to keep accepting without much concern or frustration. Yelan didn't mind doing all the work and pushing for this all with all her insistence, moaning through her slick titfuck that helped her center herself into this moment and into what mattered most to be doing.
All of her hard work paid off in the best of ways; the slippery cock erupting all over her face. The ample warnings of groans and throbs all boiled over into a gooey eruption that blasted across her features and left Yelan a happy mess, smiling wide as she took all of his cum on. The tremble of these aching lusts left her hopeless and horny, wound up by the sheer chaos and the satisfaction that she found in getting made such a grand fucking mess of. "So much cum!" she gasped. A sturdy burn of pride through her body kept Yelan greedily happy and ready to relax back and ride out her next stop into ecstasy, wherever it would find her.
"I used to skip services all the time to sneak away and fuck Hilichurls just like this!" Rosaria lay back and let a Hilichurl on top of her pound deep into her cunt, grabbing onto her plush chest and sucking on one of her nipples. "Why not fuck a baby into me while I'm here? I'd love to create a life for once instead." Her reception to this pleasure was passive, a lazy and flaky distance that had her just relaxed back without a care for anything but receiving all this pleasure. She didn't need to work for any of it, happily and lazily relaxed back, allowing the pleasure to sweep across her with demanding, almost dizzying intensity. She was happy to receive the burn of these attentions, lustful heat carrying her to crave any bit of cock she could get.
With such a gorgeous body laid out beneath him, he was always going to fuck the nun as hard as he could, slamming madly into her and fucking her into a state of pure surrender. Frenzied oblivion kept up something reckless, fierce, driven by the utmost delirium and fire. Passion and fever that all demanded she let herself give up to this mess now. Rosaria was drunk on her own ecstasy, succumbing in full to a pleasure tearing her utterly asunder. She welcomed every thrust he gave her, every passing second demanding more and more from her. She was hooked on this sloppy, hazy mess. She needed it all. Rosaria knew what she was about, and she was about being filled by hard cock.
Her lazy approach to taking on some dick paid off for Rosaria, coming around in the stormy throes of wild delight, the heat and the desire of something dirt and demanding, the fierce chaos she wanted to give in to deeper. Moaning out hotly and giving in to the wild desire was something to give up to in full. Obsession and fire and throbbing ecstasy kept Rosaria in a good place to give up fully. Her body shook, legs pushing up against his sides, moaning, "Breed me," as her thoughts fell to pieces and she let the idea of just losing control take her to the limit. Rosaria savoured every shivering second of release and relief, holding tightly onto the Hilichurl while he held her to the floor and pumped her full.
"One day, you'll be able to drink from these nipples," she cooed in her shaky aftermath.
"Yes, yes, more!" Yae was happy to lie on her back, with one Hilichurl fucking her cunt and another using her tits, both of them pinning her to the floor to indulge in her body however they wanted. Yae got it the hardest of the four in the tent, but that was fine by her. Her moans encouraged them on, something nobody needed to speak the same language to understand in the midst of sloppy spectacle, ecstatic lusts to keep pursuing. Everything about the surrender to this brilliant heat kept Rosaria desperate, throwing herself harder into the deep end of wicked euphoria now. She wanted only to lose her mind to this, a chaos and an insistence she was powerless to fight off.
All the writhing, drunken ecstasy kept Yae happily taking this all on. Greedier, wilder thrusts drove her to fall to piece harder, a sloppiness she sank in to deeper by the second. To be taken and pounded into had her feeling amazing, letting her ample tits get used by any man who wanted to pounce her. A little milk squeezed out of her from the groping that went along with the titfucking, Yae thankful that she hadn't stopped lactating at all from her first pregnancy. Mostly thanks to the insatiability of the Hilichurls relentlessly drinking from her tits and having the fun they sought from her. The men weren't restrained and they certainly weren't careful, just pounding madly forward and pursuing the sloppy collapse of sense that was always just what Yae needed.
"Yes! Yes! Cum in me! Cum all over me. I need it!" The pleasure ripping across her came in fiery sweeps, shudders of lust and satisfaction twisting across her body through all the erratic, throbbing bliss this was able to invite. Yae gave in to all of it, moaning hotter and thrashing under the chaos and the desire of just needing to give in. The ecstasy was absolute and every burn of lust across her body made her feel so good that she stopped being able to think straight. This was just too much. That was made it so good, what held her tight while Yae took a load all over her face and felt her womb flood with cum. It didn't matter how pregnant she was, she was never going to be able to get enough of that.
With her legs wrapped around back of the man she sat atop, Lisa was reckless and speedy in the work she put in, moaning through her vigorous and joyful desire. Sloppy pleasure cut right through her, tearing across her body with a brilliant need to lose all control now. There was no stopping her, her fat tits heaving in the man's face, leaving him to suck on them and grope on them while she threw all of her energy directly into the pursuit of impregnation. Her hips slammed up and down on the massive cock with the steady, sloppy spectacle of what she needed most. The sloppier and wilder desire carried her to want to fall in to this all. Impaling herself down onto a fat cock with the desire of being impregnated left her ravenous, sloppy, throwing herself with all she had into this.
The rough Hilichurl shamelessly fondling and sucking on her tits didn't hold anything back, doing what work he could from this position and throwing himself right in to tending to her every whim. Lisa did all the hard work, but he didn't let anything hold him back from delving in on her and using her body for his own satisfactions with deep, shuddering insistence, a hungry chaos and a desire that kept him shamelessly pushing against her, holding tight and bouncing her on his cock with relentless desire. It was all just what Lisa needed, her pussy squeezing down around the meaty cock she sought to wring dry. The direct and shamelessly shaky ecstasy kept her passionate, sloppy, hopeless, and she was committed only to riding the pleasure out harder. Heat tore across her, keeping her ready to give in fully, embracing her most wicked passions now without reason.
All of this writhing, chaotic pleasure kept Lisa bold and noisy, embracing the wicked desire and the passion to give in to hotter. She fell happily to apart, squealing through undignified spiral, the chaos and the obsession of pleasure she wanted only to give up to in full. The pleasure throbbed across her
wilder, hotter, and she was a sloppy mess of obsessive desire she couldn't escape. Her pleas to be cummed inside of rang out with wildly sharp and obsessive desire. The eruption of his cum deep into her spasming, desperate hole kept Lisa riding proud and hot. She took every drop he offered her but continued on with reckless, speedy insistence, letting the pleasures continue to add up and tear across her, forcing her to fall to pieces and to love every second of giving up to this mess in full.
All around the tent, shuddering bliss from pregnant and to-be-bred women ensured a steady stream of noise that always seemed to cut through any noise in the surrounding area. The women were a magnet for every Hilichurl with time to kill, and if he didn't find a girl along the way to pound instead, he almost invariably made his way over to here. Which was how the girls liked it, lounging lazily around and acting as Hilichurl magnets, ready for cock all day long. ***********************************
Out in the wild on the mainland, Lumine had pulled up a trio of girls she knew to be friends, promising adventure if they came with her. Yun Jin, Xinyan, and Xiangling were all taken along by Lumine for what seemed like a nice adventure in the area. Instead, it led them right into a camp of Hilichurls who were surprised by the drop-in, but even more surprised when Lumine stripped her clothes bare and said, "Rape us."
In a heartbeat, the three confused girls were stripped halfway out of their clothes and beset upon by cock, powerless to do anything about the insistence behind it. Lumine was happy to take on two at once, her ass and pussy happily greedily stuffed full of Hilichurl cock and overwhelmed by the spectacular, stormy obsession of giving in to these pleasures. She'd have loved a cock in her mouth for her own greedy purposes, but she had to hold back for the sake of admiring the sight of the Hilichurls fucking her friends. She needed to witness every second of the derangement and the decadence that they would fall apart under, knowing that this was the key to unlocking the pleasure they didn't realize they so sorely needed.
Xiangling squeaked and shook while getting fucked prison guard style, her arms pulled back sharply while bent forward and drilled into hard. Her voice trembled in high panic under the embarrassment and the shock that this invited, not least of which because this felt amazing. Oh, it's so big! It's so big! I didn't know that Hilichurls could have such huge cocks, but this dick inside of me is so much! I love it!" She didn't know how to handle this at all, but her eager, ready descent was overbearing, sloppy, driven by the excitement of getting treated to this. "No Hilichurl has ever fucked me this hard before, but your massive cock is--oh, yes, yes!" She couldn't believe how much pleasure surged through her at once, but Xiangling remained committed to giving up completely to what it offered her.
"Hey I thought rape wasn't supposed to feel so good, but this is amazing!" Xinyan was loud and she was wild as she jerked back and forth between two Hilichurl cocks stuffing into her holes, ass and pussy getting dominated by the sheer size of how much dick she was taking. None of this felt reasonable, but she was happy to give up to whatever it offered her, throwing all sense away for something potent and wanton. These thrusts were wicked, merciless, driven by an idea central to the collapse of all sense within her. All she wanted was to give in deeply to this, to embrace whatever chaos could tear across her now. It felt so easy to accept, but the cocks filling her were anything but. Her holes weren't ready for this, leaving her stubbornly thrashing about to keep up with this chaos. It kept her more excited, steady and sloppy and obsessed with the chance to fall so completely to pieces now.
Yun Jin didn't even get as far as actually saying anything. Down on her knees with her eyes crossed, her mouth was open wide to try and cram as much oversized cock in as she could, gagging down the first Hilichurl dick put in front of her like she'd waited her whole life for this. She hadn't, but the
confusion and the obsessive heat pulled her in far too quickly, inviting her to give up everything, the pleasures and the satisfactions that continued to pull her in. She felt the ready, reckless obsession hit her just right, felt like the solution to her worries was to let all sense melt away and embrace desire. That meant drool dripping from her lips and the obsessive heat too chaotic to handle. That meant submission. Utter fucking submission.
"These Hilichurls are the only men we need!" Lumine called, thrashing happily about. "I'm so glad you love it already. I'm so happy that you want this." Sometimes it wasn't this easy, but seeing the trio fall instantly and love every stroke of it brought her a satisfaction like nothing else. She loved what she saw, loved the sight of these girls getting broken in by Hilichurls for the first time and embracing it without hesitation. It was the key to further rapture, further chaos. It was a good omen for all the chaos that she was about to pull everyone in to. They were going to love hearing about a whole island of Hilichurl fuckstuds now! She was going to be able to sell them on the paradise escape she knew they needed.
Xiangling had a cock rammed down her throat now, too, her noisiness pulling one of the other men over to use her, plugging up her throat and hammering madly forward. She took it in stride, gagging down on the cock with a burning joy recklessly inviting her to want to lose all control. There felt like nothing but utter simplicity to the idea now, a satisfaction that carried her into the throes of surrender harder and happier with each passing second. She knew what she needed, and she was eager to embrace it, eager to slide into deeper. She gagged down the cock with all she had, moaning on the delicious treat that tasted so much better than any food she'd ever made. Her mouth watered and her sloppy surrender carried her right to the limit.
A throbbing, sloppy orgasm was all that awaited Xiangling, with Hilichurls pumping her full of cum at both ends. Her thoughts spiraled happily into joy, a creampie and a throatpie from these hung cocks making all sense within her collapse. She had a new purpose, had a new goal, and the point of pure pleasure felt like it was now upon her, like she just couldn't have pretended to be capable of anything else. The beautiful obsession and the need kept her wanting to give up. Ecstasy taught her all manner of new, wonderful things that became unavoidable thrills to give up to. Xiangling had to surrender in full. She didn't have a choice, but as the warm cum settled in to her holes and her thoughts went hazy, it all felt like precisely what she needed.
Xinyan ended up upside-down, getting jackhammered into by two dicks at once, her legs up in the air and held tightly in place while the Hilichurls pumped their cocks away at her needy holes. Stretched to the brim and loving every second of this collapse, the pleasure felt like everything she wanted, the needy ache that escalated hotter within her by the second, desperate to feel how far she could fall and how hotly these pleasures could get. She'd never known anything like the cock of a Hilichurl before, but already she was committed. "I'm a churled slut for life now. I need it. I'm addicted!" Her body was at its limit, but the excess kept her excited rather than fearful, her desires focusing in on her limits and on how nice it would have felt to explore how far those limits went.
She was so loud that another Hilichurl came over just to plug her throat up, sitting on her face and ramming his cock down her throat, desperately insistent and sloppy, ready to push her to just fall deeper into this mess now. Xinyan savoured it, happy to slurp down on every inch of the cock ramming down her throat, her eyes rolling back and the reason-eclipsing bliss leaving her to fall into the best orgasm of her life. There was nothing like it, an inescapable surrender to pure lust now. She needed whatever she could get here, needed to find out how deep the pleasures could run. It was everything to her. It was perfection. It was an instant impregnation from the gooey, potent cum, a surprise for her to unpack later.
Just as Xinyan and Xiangling both had Hilichurls arrive to claim their mouths, Yun Jin's busy mouth meant a Hilichurl claimed her cunt instead. She was rolled over, legs pulled up for a mating press, keeping up a see-saw action with the other man fucking her. One cock pumped into her mouth while the other lifted up from her cunt, then the cock sank into her pussy while her throat found some mercy. Deep and insistent, the two Hilichurls brought Yun Jin a level of pleasure she hadn't ever imagined she was going to find, the burning ecstasy of throbbing desire keeping her trapped in a very strange spot in trying to navigate all of it, lost so happily to what hit her. She didn't eel anything but the searing certainty of knowing that she'd been right to throw herself into this, that the deep end chaos of just letting her thoughts be consumed brought with it a wonderful burn of pure ecstasy now.
Yun Jin's orgasm sealed the deal perfectly. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that she was ready to follow these Hilichurls anywhere. She didn't know yet of Lumine's plans or that she was about to be whisked away to an island full of more men to keep being fucked by. When she did know, though, she was going to be ready. Ready for all of this. The warm rush of thick cum into her desperate holes brought her something truly spectacular, and she just welcomed it. She fell to pieces in a satisfied burn of pure lust, so happy to give in to these pleasures now. Yun Jin broke down in the best of ways, ready to be whisked off away from the stresses and pressures of her classical art and toward something that was far, far more wicked and upsetting to lose herself to than raucous music ever could be.
Lumine's screams of ecstasy were bright and shaky. Seeing these girls break always brought on the most perfect of desires, a satisfaction truly beyond the scope of reason. Cum filled her up hard, her body thrashing through the wicked want and the lust of just letting herself give in. She fell happily to pieces, taking their cum, promising, "I'm a good girl. I always serve my friends up to Hilichurls and break them. I'm a good girl. I deserve this." Her smile was bright, her body trembling, the darkly obsessive push to get every girl churled driving her mad a little bit. But all in good fun. She'd yet to meet one girl who could survive more than two rounds of Hilichurl dick before falling to pieces. And now, she had three more friends to bring back with her to the island! **********************************
Night fell upon the island, Lumine returned by small boat with the new recruits, the food hunted down and all of the fun soon upon them. A 'fertility ritual' celebration was afoot as the night slowly descended, a chaotic indulgence driving forth everybody's excitement, the smoulder of decadent desire and an unbearable lust that had everyone feeling loose and playful, ranging from lounging lazily about to happily indulging in pleasure. Food roasted, the smell of cooked meat in the air, but the smell of sex was quickly building up too amid the revelry.
With hungry, ready purrs, Kirara happily took to licking all over the cock and toned abdomen of a Hilichurl sat and eating, playing the role of a slutty kitty and having all of her passionate, sloppy love pushing forward. She was ready for this, prepared to seek out the dizzying lust and the desire hungrily tearing through her. There was no restraint behind any of this; the pleasure was raw, and it was the core of pure delight as she let loose. Her swift, playful licks didn't really make a lot of sense to a Hilichurl who had never actually seen a cat on this island before, but at least Kirara was having fun.
Sara had eaten her way through enough meat to be left feeling very exhausted, spread out and limp, tired, letting a Hilichurl pound her into the dirt while she passively let him at her. "I have all this energy. Let me get on top." But she remained sluggish, frustrated, hoisted by the dizzying frustration and the exhaustion of too much food, left at the mercy of the first man on top of her and knowing she didn't have any way of pushing against this. Sara just lay there to take it, no matter how antsy she
was getting. Not that it mattered in the end; she got dick one way or another.
A particularly bountiful hunt day meant plenty of food to go around and plenty of women to have their fill of every last bit of it. But it was also a good time to worship the tribe's hunters, in light of that. To give them whatever they could, and to praise them.
For Hu Tao, that meant bouncing her perky butt up and down a Hilichurl's lap. "So much food. So delicious." She held onto the cooked leg bone that she was eating clear off while taking it up the ass. Utterly peculiar behavior, one mostly reserved for the men who would eat while being serviced by the women. But no, Hu Tao was the one having all the food and all the fine, cleaning off a meaty poultry leg bone while in turn taking a meaty bone up her ass in turn. Her legs shook, and if there was any awareness within her that she was at all doing things strangely, it didn't seem to register. She just kept bouncing, kept eating, kept indulging hotter and harder in everything she could get her hands on.
Yoimiya was another archer joining out for hunting parties, which led to a reversal of the usual arrangements of the hunter getting worshiped by the devoted human girl, with a Hilichurl shamelessly devouring Yoimiya's pussy. Shifting nervously about and moaning through the passion, she didn't ever know how to deal with this. The pleasure was there, perhaps a little overbearing and sloppy, keeping her struggling under the wicked surrender that kept her needing more, babbling and moaning her way through the chaos of being tended to. To be a credited, cared-for, contributing member to this tribe filled her with a pride that should have been simpler, but the sheer weight of being given all of this made her feel overwhelmed and unsure how to ever respond.
Keqing squealed through having her hair yanked on so hard that her hands couldn't reach the ground while getting fucked doggy style. The crushing insanity and depravity behind all this chaos kept her powerless, hopeless, ready to give in to these pleasures with a maddening need to lose herself. There was nothing but pleasure to all of this, the truly shameless rush of shivering lust that she was eager to lose everything to. Tribal life offered Keqing a vacation. A real, genuine vacation, something that she was able to sink into pure acceptance of, finding herself without any need to run herself ragged trying to continue her work. She just got fucked like a dumb set of holes. It was the ending she hadn't realized she needed so fucking badly.
But up at the very head of the celebrations, three women stood tall and 'powerful' before all the others. Ei, Ningguang, and Dehya, who had become the devoted lovers to the three most hung, most powerful Mitachurls in the tribe. Absolute monsters of men in size and in power. The leaders of the tribe, who had taken these three women. It was even in their honour that this celebration by the fires was being held, for the three were ready, after giving birth to their latest children, to be bred again, and the Mitachurl leaders of the tribe took to mating pressing their breeding whores side by side at the very forefront of everything, letting the orgy around them serve as a glorified fertility ritual.
Ningguang left her seat of power to come here, led by Lumine and absolutely unapologetic about the collapse of dignity that that entailed. "My purpose in life is to be bred!'" she howled, her long legs up high in the air and her body trembling through the joy of being pinned down by such a brilliant man.
So imposing. So muscular. So dominant. Every inch of his massive cock stuffed her hole, turning the once-power leader into nothing but a lowly breeding stock. But that was how she wanted it. That was the only way she wanted it. The throb of beautifully manic surrender kept her noisy, depraved, ready to give in to the pleasure in full. "Everything I ever cared about pales in comparison to being the mother to your children." The desperation thundering through her body was well worth everything she'd forsaken. There wasn't even a question in her mind.
The Mitachurl on top of Ningguang didn't care to understand what she needed to say. The tone of her voice expressed plenty enough for him, which left him free only to keep fucking her into the dirt, pinning her down with no idea just how powerful a woman he was taking advantage of, of what her life had been like before she became a tribal breeding slut for a powerful man. Not powerful like she had once valued, but powerful physically. Strong. Muscular. Dominating. Ningguang saw power differently now, submitting in full to the man upon her and letting his deep strokes into her cunt fill her, letting the sweet slide toward having yet another of his children drive her mad.
There would have been a time where being the 'woman' to any man would have seemed outrageous. Ningguang was not in need of a man in that capacity. Or any capacity. Fiercely competent a leader in her own right and committed to her work. These cocks changed that, turned her into a ravenous slut, made her abandon everything to come live on this island and get fucked all day long. To pump out babies. To live without power or station beyond being the gorgeous, leggy beauty one of the Mitachurls in charge took a liking to. That was okay. That was all okay and maybe even desirable in just how demanding she could get about throwing herself into the deep end now, embracing her lusts at the core of those desires, a fundamental need to lose herself and to give up to their demands.
Her legs were high in the air for him, a symbol of pure devotion and submission, of surrender to terms that felt like just what she needed under the weight of these desires. The drunken decadence carried her into a compelling burn of pure need, the wild lust and euphoria to want to give up to completely now. This all came together perfectly for Ningguang, an obsessive burn of lust to churn through, shameless and noisy and giving up ever deeper to this satisfaction. Ravenous ecstasy continued to thunder across her, and she was ravenous in her pursuit of it, giving noisily up to the excess, to the hunger, to the pure joy of letting this Mitachurl upend her life with a cock so huge that any woman would have done the same in her position.
The pleasure was just too good to ignore. Too beautifully manic and shameless now for anything to exist in her head but surrender. She moaned barely-comprehensible remarks that struggled to hold any meaning, drunkenly surrendering herself up to every stroke, to every slam. She was a desperate wreck ready only to be ruined and dominated, fucked until she fell to pieces, drowned under pleasure until there was simply nothing left for her. It was the beautiful downfall of her own dignity, but she was long past the point where she was abler to care about that, letting the want and the lust rip across her with exhausting fever, with the insistence she truly craved. Ningguang made peace who she was, and what she was.
And that was a churl's slutwife.
Ningguang let the utter confidence surge through her, a noisy surrender driven by desire and by heat. There was no escaping the beautiful reality of what all this sloppy hunger meant, obsessive slams forward keeping up their force and keeping up pleasures she wanted only to give herself up to in full. The pleasure was outrageous, desperate, tearing across her body and bringing her to the depths of pure euphoria, the clumsy and cloying delight of falling to pieces. Every stroke into her was so grand, so exciting, fucking away any hesitation within Ningguang about if this was the right path. Everything ripping through her felt so good, so warm, so enticingly like the path to bliss and ruin now. She needed it, and she needed it in a way more profound and more unhinged than she cared to try and resist, letting the thrusts wear her down, letting the dirt yield under her body as the mighty Mitachurl used her however he wanted.
All in the name of falling apart. All in the name of that brilliant flare of ecstasy surging across her as she let go. Her legs latched around his waist, and pure obsession tore through her body. Her pussy squeezed readily down around his cock and all semblance of reason and thought melted out of her.
Obsession ripped her asunder in beautiful sweeps of decadent need, and she felt ready to collapse in full to this hopelessness. The pleasure was outrageous, sloppy, demanding forward surrender and tearing apart everything inside of Ningguang. She was happy to break down, happy to unravel for the sloppy mess of these deep strokes and every reckless slam into her, tearing her thoughts asunder and bringing her crashing down into the throes of a beautiful need, the senseless wreckage of letting go in full and accepting happily that she was made to break.
Groaning down and pounding into her, she didn't need words to know how appreciated she was as this Mitachurl's property. She knew it from how hard he filled her up, from the eruption of his hot cum filling her tight hole, sending her into throbbing, thrashing joy, the decadence and the delight all pushing against her thoughts, ripping across her with the eager, focused insistence that she needed most, plunged into this joy and accepting all of it as just everything she could have wanted. Pleasure consumed her, and all of her most sloppy and most obsessive of lusts brought her something that she was ready to give up to in full. She felt him fill her up to with his brim, then subject her already stretched-to-capacity pussy to the outrageous thrill she needed most.
Beside her, Dehya had her legs wrapped in tight around the waist of the Mitachurl atop her, groaning, grunting, throwing herself with an active insistence into these sloppy pleasures. "I didn't think churl cocks could even get this big before I came here, and I am no stranger to fucking Hilichurls." Her time on the island had taken her sex life from an activity she indulged in too often to a state of pure obsession, something sloppy and reckless to continue throwing herself in to, abandoning any semblance of dignity or sense for the sake of keeping up with these pleasures. There was no reason for escape, no moment of restraint or calm keeping her from this beautifully deranged push forward now. She just gave in to all of it, and found herself ready in the throes of ecstasy for this mess.
From fearsome mercenary warrior to softened-up breeding slut with sensitive breasts leaking with milk at the slightest prodding, Dehya was unashamed of what had happened to her. She welcomed it. "I thought I was my own woman, not a kitty slave, but I was wrong. I was so wrong." From a life of casually fucking churls wherever she felt like it to being the owned slut to one specific Mitachurl, she felt like her life had taken the reasonable turns. Even if they weren't the ones she was meant to, she had traded her leonine pride and the fearsome moniker of the 'Flame-Mane' readily to instead pump out babies and lose herself. As one of the first women pulled to the island, she was met only by Ningguang and Ei for how many children she'd had, but her breeding obsessions tore through her with a desperate desire for twins. For a whole 'litter' of little churls to give birth to.
The frenzied mating obsession definitely left her that little bit more out of her mind, focused with
particular insistence and sharpness on trying to get knocked up and trying to throw herself into any bit
of the pleasure she could get. Spectacular greed dragged her down into throes of a confusion and a
fever too swampy for sense, but so irresistible that she just knew she needed to keep chasing it. This
was Dehya's life, and she didn't care how far removed it was now from what she was 'meant to' want.
Any such concerns had long fallen away under the outright liberation of accepting what she really
wanted and pursuing it. Everything became simple when she threw her concerns away for this.
The state of being stretched out by fat Mitachurl cock had become so normal to Dehya that she didn't
even register it as special anymore. The consistency of it kept her hungry, kept her writhing in place,
continuing to prattle on. "I never thought I would settle down, but you made the choice for me, and
I--ah, fuck, it's worth it. I want your babies. I want all of your babies, and I want to be a good wife for
you. You tamed me when I thought I could never be tamed. That's a man who deserves all the children he can make!" Submission with a purpose was what Dehya needed, and what she found in throwing herself into the deep end, thrashing hotter about to get more and more of the deep, mad strokes into her tight cunt. The drunken spectacle of these lusts did a number on her, kept her so ready to fall to pieces, kept her so drunkenly committed to anything that this could grant her, and she didn't see any reason to slow it down.
What once was just a little motif had become innate. She was more primal and more connected to something animal than she ever had before, throwing herself happily into that idea. No longer simply assuming leonine imagery for a little bit more renown on the battlefield, but actually living a life away from civilization, of wild breeding in the dirt, of hunting and gathering. Of submitting to powerful, dominant men who led the pack. It was all so much more than Dehya could have ever thought she would connect with, but giving up to this all felt innate now, steady and perfect, enticing her to give only deeper in to whatever she could find here.
But 'wife' was still a very human concept, one that these churls didn't care beyond territorial lust. As the Mitachurl fucked Dehya, he did so with a merciless desire to impose his worst lusts upon her, throwing all sense into the chaos and the lust of giving in deeper. There was no reason to hold back now, throwing all the pleasure and confidence into the sloppy thrill of giving in, letting loose the ecstatic surrender of just falling fully to pieces now. It was too much, a perfection and a chaos she needed in full. Dehya gave up without thought or calm to the spectacular wrongness and the heat of delving in to all of this. The pleasure all tore across Dehya with a miraculous, feverish chaos that she was ready to give in to deeper, embracing the fire and the lust of giving in to all of this, pleasure carrying her to the limit. It was beautiful, demented, and so spectacular that she just had to let it take her by storm now.
When she came, Dehya was loud. Shameless. Shrieking through the utter spectacle and the joy of letting the pleasures rip through her, Dehya was overjoyed by the joy and the spectacle of giving in. she this all, the fullest extent of sloppier pleasure she wanted to fall in to deeper. Irresistible obsession and joy held her tight, and Dehya didn't care about trying to contain herself now. As the Mitachurl filled her with his gooey, proud seed and she fell to pieces under the wilder excitement she needed more of, the hotter lust and the excess of joy she just absolutely could not resist. The pleasure was spectacular, sloppy, too thrilling to resist. Giving up to the joy of being pumped full to the brim with cum gave Dehya precisely what she craved, and nothing could have stopped her now.
"One day all of Inazuma will be stormed by Hilichurls invading its shores, and their shogun will lead these forces into the cities!"
Ei was not subtle about her designs. She never had been. But the tribal life left her in a very specific sort of ecstatic desperation, a pleasure and a fierce collapse of sense that had her noisily surrendering herself to everything she could get. A demented sex addict always ready to proudly proclaim her goals and to embrace the sloppier chaos, Ei sought something on a level beyond simple surrender to cock. it was incredible, surely, but her lusts were for something greater. Hotter. Every slam into her was inspiration for something hotter, forcing her to dream ever loftier and ever wilder.
"All women should know the joy of being fuckmeat for monsters. I will help you. I will bring you to the mainland, I will let them see. I will birth an army myself of churls to bring back to my people. They will come to know what I know!" Her shrieking, spectacular joy kept her hungry for more, kept her throwing all sense into the senselessness of giving in. Lust carried her to fall to pieces, to embrace the idea of just embracing these joys now
Renewed meaning and a new view of life helped keep Ei devoted, sloppy, obsessed with the twisting ecstasies of just letting her desires compel her deeper. There was no restraint she was able to deal with now. The pleasure was overbearing, senseless, so desperately worth every second of giving in to all of this. The pleasure kept on a beautifully senseless sort of passion, the pleasure that she was ready to embrace to hotter, a deeper lust she was ready to give in to ever sloppier, depths of obsession and fire she was just desperate to want to embrace, giving in to the maddening chaos and satisfaction she was powerless to resist. There was only warmth, only obsession, only the beautifully demented collapse of sense in the face of pure ecstasy.
"Breed me. Fuck me. Give me another child, so I can carry it and help strengthen this tribe. The true heirs to Inazuma. Absolutely nothing could have held her back now, a shudder of beautiful, demented satisfaction, the shivering satisfaction to need to just accept as an unstoppable lust now. Her devotion was unbreakable now, her iron-clad will committed to the beautifully senseless chaos and want to giving up hotter to all of this. The pleasure was all so demanding, so chaotic, and her desperate desires kept her needing more of this, embracing the idea of pure acceptance and surrender in the throes of wild need. Desire continued to entice her into the unraveling chaos and the ruin of wanting only more.
The Mitachurl on top of her understood none of it. Whatever practical ideas her dreams had may have be only been utter fantasy. But Ei was committed. She was willing to embrace it, and the idea of breeding strong heirs, Mitachurls with archon heritage, who could steer the tribe and bring her that goal, was well worth the effort. Powerful offspring she had all the time and patience in the world to keep up with. Ei was not afraid of anything now, sinking into only the beautifully demented relief of fully submitting now. Ei thought bigger than some simple man could, and she continued to embrace only the glorious passion of this lust. Even her strong body seemed small underneath the hulking Mitachurl's body in his reckless slams down into her.
EI called out for more, letting the steady slams of a deep, hard slam into her carrying her into chaos. The ecstasy and the passion that kept her needing more continued to throb across her. The meaty cock filled her up so much, kept her strung out and ready to give in to these throbbing lusts now. There was no reason to contain herself, no way to hold herself back from the cloying collapse of pure want to keep chasing. She let go of all these passions, embracing the collapse of wicked, senseless desire to continue to fall in to hotter. Her legs writhed against his sides, keeping up all of the sloppiest of lusts, a deeper obsession she wanted to lose herself to in full, needing to fall to pieces, craving it.
These mad thrusts reduced her to mush. Her thoughts fell apart and any semblance of thought became a beautifully demented rush of satisfaction, a deeper excitement to fall in to ever deeper now. The drunken ecstasy carried her into a wild place, into the messy lusts that continued to rip across her, continued to break her thoughts down without much in the way of sense. Ei wanted to fall to pieces, loving every second of giving up to this all. Erratic, noisy, reckless, so detached from reason and sense that she felt like she could barely keep straight under all of it. But she let go. She let it consume her. Her voice was bright and high, sharp rushes of burning ecstasy carrying her into ravenous excitement, into the idea of just letting herself fall to pieces. The pleasure was unreasonable, senseless, truly sloppy in the shameless excitement of wanting to surrender now in full to this all.
Ei remained confident here, moaning louder under the spectacular heat and dizzy wrongness she continued to surrender to. Each passing second brought her deeper satisfaction, the chance to fall to pieces under what didn't feel real, didn't feel sane. She just had to throw herself in to all of it, all
sense sloppily collapsing under these passions now. Her cunt begged for cum and her words rang out wilder and hotter, the wild lust she wanted only more of now. There was no good reason to contain herself, no sense in holding back under this all. She was happy to give up in full, eagerly surrendering without any direction or calm, the pleasure she was ready and eager to fall in to now. It was everything to her, the pleasure beautiful and desperate enough for sense to simply fall to pieces.
The eruption of hot cum to be filled up with brought on a brilliant, reckless burst of euphorias too messy to be able to take on. The sloppy, outrageous desire kept her wanting all of this, giving in to the spectacular satisfaction that she was powerless to fight. irresistible lust tore across her body with a beautiful satisfaction, with a need to give up to in full. She was happy to lose control, happy to give in fully, and the pleasure that she needed only to submit to. There was no fighting this off, and she was happy to surrender in full to all of the maddest of desires. The goals before her were lofty and reckless, a sloppy joy that lay in the long term. As his jizz filled up her womb and she embraced the chance for another pregnancy, drunk and noisy and committed in full to getting everything she could from this mess, thrashing about happily in the face of wicked need.
All three women shook under the leaders of this tribe, a reckless passion that kept them wanting more of this, the pleasure of pure indulgence. The Mitachurls kept them strung out, happy, and now, likely bred. The orgy writhing around them quivered with delight, a joyful celebration of the submissive love all the women now had for cock. For their tribal lifestyle. For a senseless upheaval that remained overbearing, remained intense. Substantial lusts did to them a lot of continued delights, pleasures that the girls were never able to resist or refuse.
Lumine had led them here. Whether churled before or taught and broken, they all owed their presence here to Lumine. Taking a backseat to all the chaos and the decadence, Lumine wasn't too central in anything. She wasn't even around often enough to fully appreciate it in the ways these women did. But that was okay by her; she rode happily atop a Hilichurl and oversaw the whole ceremony. A fertility orgy that she could be proud of, knowing each of these women had come to this pleasure thanks to her. She had more recruits to keep finding, more women to bring into the throes of this lifestyle and this submission. She'd have to go back out into the world, though. Have to find more girls to bring in. Her work was not complete until every woman she'd come to grow fond of during her travels was here on this island, servicing cock and learning that they had the paradise they always needed.
It was a selfless love that Lumine wanted to spread. But it was a place that felt like home, after being lost for so long. Soon, everyone else would get to feel that same sort of love, too. That was what stood as most important for Lumine, and she was not going to be held back from accomplishing those dreams. Everyone would come to love this. Live this. And then, she'd have her home. It was the ending she deserved, she felt.