The next time her slavers came she would be different, she would do what had to be done to rise above those whores beside her. Lily’s plump form could be seen in the distance, flush and struggling with the greatest of efforts but rapidly losing steam, and though Carna was swiftly catching up to her the screeching kept pace every step of the way. Madre laid with her back embedded in the heap, a once timid brunette’s naked form laying draped across her own as she hungrily nursed milk from her large breast, the other being consumed by Furore. “…Damnit…” The man’s cowardice was ultimately the most fierce of impressions left upon him, and just as his paranoia caused him to jump from fright at a distant shriek he only thought he heard, he ran in the direction of the man he had berated, “…W-wait!”
Bird and her group slumbered peacefully against the mounds of dust, their consciousness lost to the mesermizing bliss they had shared between them.
