Head towards the lake.

 Remembering Liz's words, crystal tears her eyes away from the enticingly swinging dick and forces herself to her feet with the delightful sound of cum sloshing in her stomach.  Turning East, she heads into the village.
 Several huts similar to the one she just left and one long building cluster around a deep fire pit.  Female sharpclaw in minimal attire perform basic chores while a few males maintain their weapons.  The majority of the males present, however, are roughly pumping away at the nearest female, with each lizard girl servicing at least three monstrous cocks.
 As Krystal steps gingerly around a particularly large puddle of steaming jizz, the pungent odour assaults her already cum-addled brain.