Liv stubbornly defends herself

“Well?” Fuu asked. The dark haired woman was laid out on her towel. Her new towel, provided by Liv since, apparently, miss perfect didn’t plan ahead that far. Maybe she somehow expected she wouldn’t wind up spreading her legs just because they weren’t on the job. Arrogant whore.

The fabric beneath her was a shadowy grey. Something about the way the cloth was stitched together left strange trailing shapes running up through it’s weave. They were the sort of non-patterns which always felt like you should be able to figure out what they were--like cloud gazing--but the moment you actually inspected them, you realised just what they were: random nonsense with no rhyme or reason holding them together. The effect was only redoubled with the towel actually in use with the way it rippled and folded against the sand and Fuu’s bare skin. Not to mention the cum now mixing into the pastiche of colors to make it even more blurry confusion.

Liv scowled. They were supposed to be new towels, not cumrags.

“Mm,” Liv grunted. Fuu didn’t seem impressed.

For how out of it the monk had been just a few minutes ago, she had recovered almost frighteningly fast. Which was kind of reassuring in a leader, but not exactly what Liv might’ve preferred when it now meant that Fuu was staring her down, unrelenting.

“Fine,” Liv said after a long moment. “It was like… a vacation thing?”

“A vacation thing?”

“Yeah. Taking a chance to relax,” Liv said, with a bit more confidence this time.

“By getting **** by a beach full of men?” Fuu’s thin eyebrow raised. Liv just shrugged.

“By actually getting in some real, no tan lines sunbathing,” she said. “Not my fault our swimsuits got stolen. And not my fault some guys took it a bit too far.”

“A bit too far,” Liv repeated her like a mockingbird.

“Yeah,” Liv said. Her arms crossed over her chest, her still stiff nipples pressing against her forearms as her ample breasts squished beneath the gesture. “It’s not like it was actually dangerous or anything. If you decided to kick their asses, what were they gonna do?”

Fuu’s placid expression slowly turned into a frown and Liv couldn’t help but smile in counterpoint.

“I suppose,” Fuu said, finally. “So that’s it? You just wanted to have a bit of fun?”

“Something wrong with that?” Liv shot back.

“No…” Fuu answered. She turned to stare off over the ocean where lapping waves had never stopped in their idyllic rhythm. “It’s just… you kind of sound like Emmaline.”

“Fuck you,” Liv groaned. She fell back onto the towel with a soft thump, draping an arm over her face to block out the sun.

Fuu’s laugh was soft, but warm.

“I won’t tell her. How about that?” Fuu said.

“I think the whole damn beach saw us, so I’m sure that’ll make all the difference.”

Another soft laugh from Fuu.

It did feel nice, though. Something about laying here, covered in cum, her womb painted white by… a number of men. Liv had lost count. It felt relaxing. Content. Right.

A frown creased her face and Liv rolled onto her side to look up at Fuu.

“I…” Did something actually happen to her? Was there some sort of spell? Someone fucking with her brain? Was she losing it and breaking down into a needy slut like Emmaline? “...what got into us?”

“As far as I can tell…” Fuu seemed to consider for a long moment, then smiled. “A bunch of men did.”

“Yeah.” Liv said. Even if there was something strange going on, Fuu wouldn’t feel it. Her damn Goddesses protection. Just another freebie to help her be Miss Perfect.

“We should probably get dressed, though,” Fuu said. Nothing was really stopping her, though, Liv had to admit, the other woman did look good there all stretched out on the smokey towel. The charcoal greys contrasted perfectly with her skin, leaving the towel as a sort of underscore and highlight to every inch of Fuu’s nude figure. She almost seemed to pop off of the towel, her slender legs, flat stomach, and bare pussy almost extra real.

“Probably,” was Liv’s only response.

Still, the pair lay there for another long second, just soaking in the sunlight.

What had gotten into her? Liv had to wonder. It wasn’t like her to give into impulse like that. Hell it wasn’t like her to have an impulse to get naked in public, much less to strip her friend and then let the pair get gangbanged by strangers.

Suntanning topless was fine--normal even back in the empire, but when the first men approached, catcalling and stroking their cocks through their shorts, Liv should have punched their teeth in and kicked them in the balls, not spread her legs in silent invitation.

It should have felt wrong. Disgusting. Dehumanizing. Liv knew that.

But, somehow, when she thought about what she had done, what she and Fuu had just endured together, all that Liv could think of was the warm pulse of fresh, virile semen in her womb. She tried to chastise herself for acting like an impulsive slut--like Emmaline--but each thought she formed was replaced by a contented warmth that swelled inside her and dribbled down her leg in streaks of white.

While Fuu basked next to her, Liv laid in silent struggle and contemplation. Fuu might have noticed the way her eyes shifted through strange expressions, narrowing in frustration or a growing sense of helplessness before both were subdued by utterly contented relaxation. She might have noticed, that is, if Liv’s sunglasses didn’t do such a great job of blocking her eyes.

For long minutes, it was Fuu’s calm breathing, the cawing of seagulls in the sky above, and Liv’s silent, losing struggle to subdue the slutty impulses that had somehow woven so deeply into her very self.

Eventually, the pair got up to get dressed.