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Lisa kept looking at the recruit sitting in the library, eyeing him over and over, trying to consider how to approach this. She looked down again at the book she was reading. 'Travel Log of Luan The Bold'. A simple diary written by a wandering adventurer, which would have had absolutely no use to Lisa on any day before right now, when it suddenly became the most enticing and most promising thing she had ever imagined. She knew its reputation. Knew the stretches of the book where she described her torrid casual love affairs with dark skinned men she met in her travels. It wasn't the only book to make the claims it did, but it was the one that she held onto now, the one most accessible in the library.
A dozen new recruits had been accepted into the Knights of Favonius, refugees from a far-off land who arrived by boat in Mondstadt, and the trained warriors among them hoped to find work. They were put through some tests, determined to be very capable warriors, and induced into the order. Jean believed that it would be beneficial for both parties; the city would gain defenders and its people would see these refugees in a more positive light, while the men would take a more vested interest in their new home if they were to take an active role in its protection. And those were noble reasons to accept them, reasons Lisa agreed with just fine.
But Lisa had plenty of more personal desires to soak in as she eyed the new recruit sitting at the table.
Back down at the book she looked. Descriptions ran on for pages about the cocks of the dark skinned men that 'Luan' found in her travels, how not one of them disappointed her, and how not one other man ever compared. Sometimes an entire page was taken up by the sordid details. Lisa hadn't ever quite written off what she saw in books about the sexual prowess of black men, but she hadn't ever found a chance to find out of it was true. Until now. And to get what she wanted, Lisa wasn't subtle. "Can you come help me, a moment? I'm curious about something."
Within seconds, Lisa's dress was hiked up and she was bent over her desk, squealing in utter delight, "It's true! It's all true!" as the witch got her very first taste of black cock, and knew immediately that she didn't want anything else. Her head rolled back, and the fitful pulses of weird, wild delirium crashed down upon her, round hips held onto tightly while a thick, dark shaft plunged into her waiting snatch with single-minded and desperate intent. There was nothing quite like the sensation of having a big, black cock pounding into her pussy now panties down around her knees, dress lifted up. This was delight.
The man held onto her, doing everything he could to prove to her delirious and hungry needs what she'd wanted to know. Relentless slams back and forth imposed this insanity upon her, trying to push her steadily deeper into chaos and into the disarray of giving in. It was too much to handle, and she felt herself growing more desperate and terrified by the passion that it offered her. "It's all true," he groaned, offering Lisa the deeper chance to fall into disarray and panic, a burning ecstasy demanding more and more from her. She didn't want it to let up, the pleasures pushing her limits harder, demanding more from her and bringing everything she needed into focus, a crushing ecstasy and passion coming on without sense or sanity.
"Some things can't be learned from a book," Lisa whined, shuddering harder and hotter, giving in to the pleasures and the joys of falling deeper into delirium, wanting this all so badly and not knowing how to keep up with all these things. The glorious excess of being so filled and so used left her head spinning, every demand and desire aching through Lisa with little to no sense to be found. The insanity of being pounded and used and claimed was almost too good to dela with, bringing her such senseless pleasure and excitement that it made her head spin in delirium.
Although her mind had gone to it a few times before, she'd never really dug in to the idea of deep fantasizing about being fucked by a black man, nor about how huge the inevitable cock would be. But there she was, pressing her ass back against his lap, moaning louder. There wasn't any reason or normalcy to this, just a burning ferocious rush of pleasure and delight to keep giving in to happily, allowing the pleasure to consume her thoughts and allowing all sense of reason to melt out of her. This felt better than it had any right to, and the brilliant rushes of pleasure that it offered were only taking an even steeper, wilder toll on her as she let it happen.
"I want all the others to understand," Lisa moaned, clutching the edge of her desk for stability. "I want Jean to get blacked right away, and I want you new recruits to come fuck me whenever I'm on tea break. It's going to be so hard to work knowing that I have constant access to huge cocks like this at all times!" She was an inconsolable mess, barely able to contain herself. She was just giving in harder, letting the deep strokes into her waiting pussy light her body up with the brilliant flares of passion and hunger, with the relentless joy of being pushed further and further along, not knowing how to contain herself and not caring to try. She only wanted to unravel, only wanted to let go of control and restraint in the name of completely surrendering to these pleasures.
The pleasure only grew stranger and messier as she threw herself harder into it. The idea of possibly containing these pleasures was simply lost now, replaced by the burning thrill of completely giving in. It felt perfect, Lisa's dizzy moans growing more vocal and heated as she jerked back and forth, as she surrendered to passions very direct and senseless and specific. There was no restraint behind any of what shew did, no pint where she tried to catlike she cared at all about what was happening. She just pursued the greedy and reckless need to give in that had become all she knew. Lisa wanted more of this, and her ravenous desires for it were an immediate burst of greed and fire too ferocious to control.
"Finish in me. I love black dick already. I've never felt so good in my life, and I want to feel more of it!" Lisa didn't know how to contend with just how desperate she felt and how ravenously, hopelessly committed she had become to giving in, btu she knew she needed more of it. all of it. The spectacle built up to a brilliant peak, and all she had left was the desire to crash. Lisa threw herself whole-heartedly into surrender, and for her trouble came something brilliant.
With a hard groan, the man slammed forward, his erupting cock pumping the needy wreck full of cum. Lisa felt overjoyed, head rolling back and all desire flaring up into uncontrollable passion, into a pleasure too weird and too ferocious to possibly care about controlling. She felt amazing, the hot cum filling her up, the pleasures all pushing her past the point of reason or control, and she knew immediately that she wanted more. That she craved it down in her very core.
"Black cock is amazing," she whined, eyes rolled back, body slumping down onto the top of her desk. "Fuck me again."
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Jean was a little startled when Lisa barged into her office with two of the new recruits. She was even more startled when everybody got right behind her desk immediately and hands began to grab and squeeze at her perky breasts and supple ass without warning. "This is not appropriate behavior," she said, head trying to reel back and struggle through all of this. She looked to Lisa, wondering why she was just staring at her. "Do you know what this is?" She was audibly uncomfortable, the squeezes leaving her uncertain how to handle herself nor what she wanted to do with this all, she just knew that she wanted a way out of it.
"Yes, I do. Fuck her, boys." Lisa offered only a wicked smile as she gestured for the men to take their acting commander right there on the spot.
In a flash, Jean was up off of the ground, her panties down on the floor and her body sandwiched between two muscular, power black men how took to downright shamelessly plundering her slick holes, tending to her with absolutely no restraint or calm. "Their cocks are huge!" was all Jean could say, her instant loss bringing with it the crushing excitement and fire of being so abruptly lit up with pleasure. She didn't have a good way to deal with all of these spectacular feelings, a rush of heat and desire simply wearing at her without any way to deal with this all.
"I knew you would enjoy it," Lisa moaned, leaning in and planting a kiss on Jean's lips. "You're too uptight and too busy with work. You need to loosen up, and I've discovered our new recruits and their huge, black cocks can do that. I want to help you unwind." She took over groping duties on Jean's body while the men fucked her, happy to keep feeding deeper into this weird chaos, loving every second of what she was able to get across in the shameless pushes forward she brought with her.
"I thought it was just a rumour," Jean whined, her legs trembling. "Black guys really are bigger, I can't--" Jean didn't have much of a dating life in the first place, but the mind-blowing thrills of being blacked for the first time brought with it some unique challenges and thrills that she felt unable to fight against, ready to give in to whatever this was through all the bizarre pressure it put upon her. This was a lot, it was weird, but the pleasure she found in accepting it was unparalleled.
"No, it's all true, and you look so pretty getting blacked right now." Kissing and fondling Jean some more, Lisa was unable to keep her touch to herself. She wanted it too badly, accepting the weird thrills and throbs of heat that kept pushing her. "How does it feel, Jean? Let it out. Relax."
"It feels amazing to have these huge, black cocks filling me so deep!" Jean couldn't believe this. She'd spent so many nights with little more than her fingers to keep her company, but suddenly, she was on the receiving end of tremendous bursts of pleasure, an overbearing passion that made her body ache and throb with little in the way of sense to it. Letting go of all sense and all restraint felt like a necessity now, and as her new recruits took to ravaging her, she was able to feel the fullest thrills of their huge cocks. So long, so thick, they filled and stretched her out in ways that she was simply unprepared to handle.
Erratic motions of Jean's hips offered up the senseless joy of surrendering to these pleasures. She didn't care about trying to contain herself or act decent. Not now. Not when her body was on fire and all the brilliant flares of lust could pull her deeper and deeper in. This felt like the fitful mess of raw perfection and hunger she wanted to never be without again. The men complimented her on taking her cock in ways that should not have made her feel good, but they did.
"White women are so tight."
"You're great at taking black cock."
Jean was in a position of clear authority over these men. She had ever reason to want them to fall in line and respect her and the order she maintained, but somehow, in the wild and insane thrills of being taken to the limit, Jean was letting go of that. She abdicated all claim to respect or to decency for the sake of spiraling deeper, moaning in ravenous agreement, "Train my white holes to serve black cock," without thinking twice about it. She didn't understand what she was doing, didn't know why she was getting so caught up and sinking in so deep, but she didn't care. She had needs that continued to rip through her body, and she didn't care about holding them back another moment longer.
Meeting Lisa's lips to keep kissing her and appreciating the sight of her getting blacked, Lisa didn't hide her visible masturbation, jamming fingers into her needy pussy and enjoying the view. The pleasure was tremendous, and Lisa felt better and hotter by the second, admiring the sight of Jean's relentless double penetration and savouring everything about it. "Keep fucking her. Pound her deep. Hit her where only black cocks can reach and show her that she never needs anything else again." She was ragged, reckless, panting and shivering in delight as she succumbed harder and deeper to the pleasures she needed most.
"Make me cum so hard that I only ever let black men fuck me again," Jean whined. She couldn't believe she was saying it. Her long legs rose up and wrapped around the waist of the man drilling her pussy. She was an inconsolable mess giving up to her deepest and wildest desires, and each step of the way, she paid zero thought or concern to the reality of what was hitting her. She felt needy and wild and desperate, surrendering to pleasures and needs so weird and so relentless that they were likely to rip her asunder. But she kept going, savouring everything about these joys and allowing the pleasure to take her to the limit.
For all her pleading and begging and ravenous desperation, Jean was rewarded with the single best orgasm of her life. With her whole body lighting up and her eyes going cross in shameless delight, passion erupting through her and bringing about the most hopeless of delights. Screaming and bucking and letting herself go utterly, Jean came, holes squeezing down around the men fucking her, begging them to fill her up and pleading for every drop she could get of their cum. Cum both men eagerly offered to her, pumping her full and driving her into a state of wild madness and wanton bliss as she let it rule her.
Jean had to revise everything. She had to consider new plans, new guidelines, new ways for the Knights to operate. "I want all our girls blacked," she whined. But, for the first time maybe ever, instead of immediately jumping to work, she slumped to her knees and lazily one of the dicks that just fucked her into her mouth, sucking it down with slow, appreciative gestures. Lisa was right. Jean needed to relax more. So she'd relax first.
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Down on her knees, Amber rubbed her face up against the biggest dick she had ever seen. "It smells so good. You're so sweaty. You guys should stop training and let me welcome you, I still haven't introduced myself." She couldn't believe any of what she was doing, but she'd eavesdropped on Jean and Lisa hours ago, listening to the two getting fucked in Jean's office and moaning their way through discussing plans to share their newfound discovery of sex with black men with more of the knights. Amber hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, and now, the outrider was happy to explore those possibilities for herself and find out what they were enjoying.
All it took was the sight of a black man's dick to get it.
Four thick, dark shafts pushed into her face. She wasn't sure how to handle all of it, but she was ready to give in to this all, moaning, "Why don't you do whatever you want to me? I'll keep up." She was unable to deal with these possibilities, the pleasures burning a hole through her as she braced for the madness that followed, ready to do whatever was in her power to make sure that she was giving in to this.
Her 'generous' offer earned Amber a throat full of dick as one of the men rammed past her lips and immediately began fucking her face. No warning, no starting thrusts, just relentless claiming of her as deep as he could go, followed by the ravenous thrills of hammering forward to push her to the limit. Fortunately, that was just what Amber needed in some weird way, her throat spasming around the thick penetration, around the invading cock ramming its way forward. She wasn't ready for this, wasn't prepared to handle such a big cock hitting her with such roughness, but in the wild and dizzy haze of the moment, that was what made it so exciting.
"You'll learn how to handle this," the man groaned, ramming harshly forward and giving in to the pleasure and the desire of something completely stripped of sense. Two more cocks pushing against her face demanded her hands, and she got her hands around their dicks, happily giving up to their demands and keeping pace with pressures and wild fevers more bizarre and wild by the second. This kept pushing her into a weird position, one that Amber didn't know exactly what to do with, but she felt the pressures rise, felt the burning desires making her completely unravel here.
As the cock pulled out of her mouth, she gasped, "I want you to! I love eating meat, but this is so much better!" One of the other cocks shoved into her mouth this time. The overbearing pressures weren't subtle or sensible, bringing with them something powerful to try and deal with. This was an endurance contest for Amber, whose hand fumbled to switch around. For dicks to tend to with one hole and two hands. It wasn't enough, and it added an edge of panic and excitement to all of this that Amber had to try and do her best to navigate, accepting upon herself so much more pressure and ferocious attention for her trouble, but she knew she could make it. She had to. The pressures upon her demanded it.
Deeper, unrelenting pressures continued to demand that Amber give in. She didn't care about containing herself or letting these pleasures slow down. Drool ran down her chin, all these pleasures imposing the most delirious thrills upon her. She couldn't believe this was happening, but she knew what she wanted, and she worked in sloppy almost-coordination as best she could to handle all of it. This was completely nonsensical, a pleasure messily demand more and more and more from her. Her hands had a decent time handling this amid the pounding her throat got.
Somewhere in all of it, she found herself oddly ready to handle this, giving the insanity and the chaos something potent and wild. She gagged on the oversized cocks, delighted by this. 'I didn't even know dicks could get this big," she gasped in between the chaos. "I really like it when people say I look like bunnies, but now... Nngh, now I think I'm a different kind of bunny." She giggled her way through this, a cock drunk mess how refused to bend or hesitate, the undelayable pleasure keeping her moving, keeping this chaos moving harder forward. This was a lot to take, a lot to try and make her way through believing, but she was ready.
Sucking the dicks didn't quite get easier, but throat grew used to the noisy struggling on these cocks. Having her face getting fucked and ravaged made for something as weird and as wild as could be. Nothing about it made a lot of sense, the pressures growing wilder out of control and demanding way more from her than she understood how to deal with. Heavy drool strands clung to these huge cocks, and Amber didn't care what she was doing or how deep she ran. The more black cock she sucked, the hungrier she become, stroking and slobbering and deliriously plunging herself into a kind of pleasure that didn't seem real. Every push forward demanded more and more from her, and she wasn't sure she knew how to contain herself, but she was eager to simply lose herself to it
Cocks smacked against her face. Glistening, spit-drenched dicks were ready to use her. Amber was in a paradise she hadn't even known was real or sane, but the pleasure was there to give up to completely. Ravenous lust and desire brewed in her. Lust for black cock. Lust for these hung men who took to shamelessly using her as hard as they wanted, and she felt drunk on it. She wanted more, slobbering harder, giving in to the sweeps of wild heat and chaos, not caring about self-control or reason. This felt too good, felt too right, and Amber was ready to simply lose herself fully.
Her hands were between her legs. Amber masturbated harder being blowbanged than she'd ever touched herself before. She loved it, and the lack of air brought her something potent and passionate, pleasure coming on stranger and wilder, demanding that she let this all go. Gagging, stumbling bliss left her delirious, and she was all too eager to give in to the passion, to the ecstasy that made her heat up. Amber didn't want it to stop. She knew they were going to cum. She craved it. But she wanted more. She knew it. She was hooked on black dick already, and she was ready to get pushed to the limit.
When they were close, the men all pulled back, taking their slick cocks in hand and jerking off, smacking down against her face, and she was here for it. "Yes, cum all over your snowbunny cockrider," she moaned, ravenous, dizzy, needing to give in to the insanity before her. She was eager for it, moaning louder, harder, desperation bringing her into something utterly delirious. When the men came, their massive loads gushed all over her face. It was excessive and bizarre, a twisting rush of pleasures that didn't feel right, and she was happy to just fold for it all.
Cum dripped off of her face. Amber knelt there, moaning, aching, staring up at the men. Her new co-workers. Friends, even. In the haze of this, her lust for their cocks was all she wanted.
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"You owe me for not telling me about this sooner." Eula pushed her face forward into the ass of one of her new co-workers, licking against his hole while working her hand quicker along his meaty cock, jerking him off fast while licking his ass. "You kept this from me! All to yourself."
"I wanted to tell you, I just got busy. Busy worshiping our new co-workers!" Amber whined in shameless delight, her hand wrapped around another man's cock while eating his ass side by side with Eula. She was completely devoid of shame or hesitation, letting the pleasures drive her deeper into chaos and heat, a fever growing wilder out of control, bringing her needier and deeper into the passions she wanted more than anything. "I would have told you sooner, but you can see why I got too caught up."
The four men all kept gangbanging Amber, who was now drenched in cum, even more of it leaking out of her holes, and she was completely unable to resist this all. There was nothing better. When Eula came in, she was suckling on two dicks, two of the men having gone off to find some dinner, and hastily, Amber wanted to see Eula get blacked. Fortunately for her greedy efforts, Eula needed only one look at the cocks that Amber was playing with to know she wanted more. But she wanted to dive in for something special.
The two men standing hunched over received the tongues sloppily tending to their ass holes. It was a lot to enjoy, but they welcomed all the pleasure. "We didn't even need to make your friend a snowbunny, she just let it happen," he bragged, pressing his face back against Eula's face and feeling the ravenous and dizzy worship of her tongue slithering against his ass hole. There was so much pleasure to be found here, desires pulsing stranger and fiercer through him, and he couldn't hold back. Not with the hand jerking delicately along his cock, begging for more and more, bringing on a heat and a desire that didn't feel same.
"I know! I'm so glad you're interested, Eula. Black cock seems a lot more fun to share with a friend."
"I can't resist. Look at how big they are." Eula licked her way down from her man's ass, along his balls, then his shaft, to kiss the head of his cock. A wavy drag upward brought her tongue back into position, and she planted noisy kisses onto his hole before shoving her tongue forward again. Everything Eula could d to make a bigger and grander spectacle out of her surrender, she was all too happy to do. It made things more fun. Made things a wilder and more chaotic mess of frenzy and heat, and she was all too happy to abandon sense, to keep shoving forward, tongue going all out and supplying her man with something utterly devoid of sense and restraint.
Side by side, both girls happily took their first tastes of eating black ass, moaning in ravenous appreciation and jerking the men off faster, letting their tongues work sloppy magic and allowing themselves to succumb deeper to the fullest, weirdest extent of desire and heat that hit them. This was a lot, the baffling spectacle and chaos of these feelings bringing about the most thorough and most insane of pleasures, a possibility that was only getting deeper and messier as they let it go. Amber had been enjoying getting fucked and facefucked alone, but having Eula by her side just made things more fun, added on some exciting edges of chaos and heat to what she was doing that pushed her deeper in to this spectacle and this chaos, wanting it all and not knowing how to contain it. Slowing down no longer felt like an option. This was a lot, and its ravenous demands would not quit. They needed more. They savoured it.
The men savoured it too, growing more vocally appreciative, groaning and aching while the girls' dexterous tongues worked magic on them. Neither girl had any idea what to do to make this slow down, but their desperate pushes forward kept things exciting, kept up a pace of desire and heat that didn't seem like it was going to slow down or became more sane to handle. Neither wanted it to though; Amber knew what Jean's plans were, and even if Eula was clueless about how blacked her order had become, she was eager to accept it without a second of hesitation or thought, simply throwing herself into the deep end and savouring all the insanity that came with it.
"I've always fantasized about being blacked," Eula confessed. "Black men fascinate me. I want to submit to their superiority, and I want to do my part to serve them. So please, allow me to make you feel good, and use my body however you want to."
There was one wrinkle in all this commotion though; Amber was getting all too eager staring at the way that Eula worked that ass over with her tongue. She was winding up. growing more ravenous and excitable, wanting to seek out more and wanting to stumble headlong into a special sort of madness. A madness she didn't want to let up, and didn't want it let hold her back. Amber pulled back from his ass and grabbed Eula's hair, yanking her face out from the ass she was getting intimate with and yanking her into a desperate kiss. No hesitation, no control, just the overbearing sloppiness and reverence of making out with Eula. It caught Eula off guard, but not exactly by surprised.
"I want to be a slutty snowbunny with you," Amber moaned, singling out her desires in as clear a format as she could muster.
"Let's do it together," Eula moaned in ravenous agreement, pushing tighter against Amber, unable and unwilling to hold back.
Sloppy kisses continued to engage and indulge in these desires, in sweeps of passion and lust that kept on coming, kept rising through their bodies, but they were quickly interrupted by cocks pushing forward, filling their mouths without warning. Cum erupted forward, the men jerking off into their waiting mouths and giving the girls what they needed. They accepted the loads, but with devious gleams in one another's eyes, they didn't swallow. They let things build up and wait a moment, then pushed toward one another to resume their kisses, now snowballing the cum back and forth between each others' mouths, sharing the loads and savouring the insanity of giving in. Together, they knew they would be unstoppable.
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It was a few days late into the new recruits to be having a 'welcome party' for them, but Jean was insistent on it. Insisted on promising. "All female knights will now hold a new duty; being cumdumps for the exclusive use of black knights. This is effective immediately, and any women who do not follow their orders will have disciplinary action taken against them, but I don't think any sane woman could refuse wanting to be a black-owned bitch for the heroes of Mondstadt!"
Jean spoke with her legs in the air, one hand holding onto Lisa's, the other holding onto Amber's. All four girls welcomed themselves up in the promise of a mating press to have some mini trains run on them. Three black men apiece, one after another, pumping their pussies full until they were bred. The girls all begged the knights forward. The new recruits were welcome here. As welcome as could be. Their female coworkers were shamelessly committed to whatever they could get, and offered themselves up without a shred of hesitation.
How could the men resist? They admired the gorgeous sights of these needy and wanton woman, and they didn't hesitate at all. Four men stepped forward and climbed up onto the tables to pin the girls down and stuff their waiting pussies up with fat, black dicks, feeding into all the chaos and the desire that the girls needed most. The pleasure was overbearing, and there was absolutely no reason to contain this mess. "Breed us!" three of the girls yelled at once, and the dizzy thrill of letting go was simply too relentless and too wild to want to resist.
"I should have trusted the rumours when I first heard them, we could have all been blacked by now," Lisa gasped, her legs shaking in the air, hand squeezing tightly down around the wild pleasures and fevers that hit stronger and weirder. There was absolutely no good way to deal with these pleasures, and there was absolutely no good way to deal with the commotion and passion. This was something beautiful and insane and wild that she just could not deal with. "But I'm happy we're enjoying this now!"
"Better late than never!" Amber smiled brightly. "We can enjoy this now, and I like that we're all doing it together." She whined loudly. "We're all snowbunnies now. All of us, together, and we're on the clock. This is some great work!" The pleasure of being held down, pinned to the table, and fucked into oblivion all made for a passion beyond sense. Thew unreasonable bliss and thrills of giving up was only getting better, bringing her deeper and hotter into chaos and the unraveling thrill of just giving in. It was too much to resist, but Amber wasn't sure she had any reason to want to fight it or hold back. she needed more. Only more. Only bliss.
"We shouldn't be spending too much work time having sex," Jean whined. But she knew she couldn't keep up with it. She'd been coming out of her office to worship black cock all day, and she wasn't able to deny how badly she needed this, how much she loved giving in. She was inconsolable, a mess of desire and heat rushing faster forward. This was a lot, and its brilliant, wildest excess drove her to the limit. it felt too good, felt like too much, and she was eager to simply break down for this.
""I'll be sure to be found on your desk with my ass stuffed regularly," Eula remarked, sardonic and clever as she wrapped her legs around the waist of the man on top of her. She wanted more, craving the overbearing thrills of being pounded into rougher and quicker. There was no good reason to contain all these raw spectacles, no sense in trying to shy away from the pleasure and the passion of this mess. It felt too good, felt too right. She embraced her desire for more with everything she did, and the wild rush toward blissful and aimless madness was only getting fiercer.
Together, the girls all squealed in passion and desire, desperation rushing hotter on, pushing them to keep giving up, keep embracing the pleasure and moaning in louder, more delirious joy. Their pussies were spread out to accommodate the thrill of meaty, black dicks that pushed them to the limit, made them moan louder and greedier. This was an incredible rush of heat, and being able to indulge in it together made them happier, kept them ravenous and noisy and giving up deeper to all these possibilities. The passion and the joy they felt was almost too much to handle, but together, they were stronger, and they were united together in the chaos and the ruin of unraveling. It felt too good. It felt perfect. Who needed anything else? This pleasure was the perfection and the chaos they needed to lose themselves to, and they were totally unashamed of giving in.
The men kept fucking them, kept slamming down into their new co-workers' holes. They called the girls snow bunnies, asked them if they liked black cock, promised to breed them. The girls were almost delirious with joy, these refugees turning into allies and now into the dominant men who were leaving them all hopelessly cock addicted and simply unashamed of that fact. It was madness, but a special madness that felt better, felt hotter, felt like an expression of raw weirdness that just kept burning. They needed this. They craved it.
With hard slams down into them. the men were happy to pump them full. Erupting loads of cum filled all four holes up, and the men were happy to treat the accommodating and welcoming women as the interracial cum dumpsters they wanted so badly to be. Hands squeezed down against hands, each girl wracked with a passion beyond sense, moaning for more, letting things come together and simply refusing to hold back.
Lisa looked down the line at her friends, loving the sight of them giving up to their lusts so clearly, loving the satisfaction that came from this crash into joy. She couldn't help but be glad she'd taken the plunge and sought the knowledge she did. It felt to her like they had found their purpose, like they were getting what they needed now. Maybe their roles as knights would take a hit from this, but there was a silver lining to these pleasures, and she was sure they would all be enjoying their lives as blacked whores. As mothers of black babies. As happy snowbunnies ready to greet Mondstadt's new protectors. And they would do it together.
The men pulled up out of their holes, and four more stepped up. The new nights weren't going to be happy just doing one round each. The girls were about to be mating pressed long through the night, and none of them were coming out of this without being thoroughly impregnated.