First months

The first months of the colony were harsh.

Trying to ensure the safety of their population, the council ordered a creation of sentry posts

The man looked at the... thing, build by the carpenters... former whores.

“They said.” He started tiredly “it was supposed to be a fortified sentry post. How is a single... leaning watchtower without any walls-”

“or roof.” supplied his partner. Joker.

“or roof,” The guard nodded. “for that matter, a fortified outpost?”

“...Well, it's a sentry post.” one of the women supplied helpfully.

“Aha.” The guard prompted her to continue.

“Well, you can observe the area from it?”

The guard sighted.

“Rebuild it!”

and wall. But the works were slow due to the harsh environment.

The population lacked more developed materials – clothes, tools, even simple blankets. Facing these restrictions, the council had to carefully distribute these essentials. In this difficult time, the councilwoman Lyre decided to take on herself the burden of this work.

“...I understand you need the supplies, but there are other areas that need these supplies.” Lyre raised her hand as the woman was about to speak. “Worry not Seirye. As soon as we ensure food production, I will send it to your group. Until then, you must somehow manage without blankets.

“Then how are we manage through the nights? They might be warm, but not that warm... not to mention the damn mosquitoes...” Seirye murmured the last part.

“Oh, I'm sure you will manage just fine. You can, after all, use your comrade's body warmth... and should it be not enough to you.” Lyre bent forward, showing her rich cleavage and continued with a promise in her voice. “You can always come to my tent.” Seirye's face went red at the insinuation, but Lyre saw that she was more than willing to comply. “Can I count on you keeping your people in check?” she asked seductively.

“Y-yes. Of course.”

She nodded and almost run off. Lyre bent back with a sight.

“Stupid slut. She has no idea how to negotiate,” she said with a scowl, then looked down, under her desk “isn't that right Aywin?”

The naked man grunted into her pussy, then proceeded to continue drilling Lyre with his tongue.

“Yes, Ahhh!” Lyre threw her head back as the orgasm hit her. After a moment she looked at Aywin and smiled. “I believe that you managed to convince to supply you with ten blankets...” Lyre caressed Aywin's cheek. “Now, let's talk about the jug of wine, that you wanted...”

Even though the conditions were hard, the populace managed to get by in this first difficult months. Thankfully, with the area being rich with food, the hunger was not a problem.

The baskets with food were full. With their job done, Farryn and Chalia decided to take some breather. Two naked's women bodies glistered with sweat due to humidity. A brunette with a set of heavy breasts leaned against the trunk of the tree with her legs apart while short haired blond, slender woman was on her fours, had a head between her comrade's thighs.

Farryn threw her head back, as the young woman (she had barely three hundred years) drilled her pussy with her tongue. The old whore had to admit, Chalia might not have the skills, but she certainly had the enthusiasm.

Farryn bit her lips as she felt she would soon climax-

“Uhm!”

-but Chalia's sudden scream into her pussy put a stop to that.

Farryn opened her eyes... and went still.

Behind Chalia stud a large dark skinned, naked man... with a human skull serving as his hat/helmet. He held her young companion by hips and pounded her pussy, mercilessly.

“Oh fuck!” Chalia screamed with pleasure – she definitely liked it. But before she could speak more another man grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head into Farryn's pussy. Former whore moaned with pleasure at the sensation of her friend's tongue vibrating inside her.

She bit her lip and looked around. They were surrounded by a group of men – all of them wearing shirts made of bones, holding spears and bows... some of them had bone piercings. Two men standing next to her grabbed breasts and started groping, pinching and squeezing them. As they talked between each other in strange gurtual language and held her breasts as if weighing them, Farryn noticed that they all looked at her body with a hunger in their eyes... somehow, she suspected that this hunger wasn't figurative.

Farryn gasped when Chalia's tongue hit a particularly sensitive nerve and threw her head back, as orgasm finally hit her.

It was also the first couple of weeks that the land showed it's harsh nature when a couple of colonists went missing. A search party managed to find their clothes not far from a small river. It was concluded that the women were killed by some kind of animals living in the river when they went to take a bath.

Considering all of the factors, the council decided to concentrate its efforts on building a

[]housing

[]wall (about 30% build)

[]sentry towers

Fortunately, the colonists managed to secure a half years food worth supply. In this situation, the council decided to

[]send people to gather materials.

[]concetrate people on building projects.

[]write in.

[X]additionally.

AN.

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