Carry her off without delay.

Despite overflowing motherly curves, Maria was light as a feather.

She let out a cute meep of surprise as she was hoisted like a sack of gorgeous potatoes. Akane straightened up, pulling this girl high into the air. Clearly, higher than she’d ever been off her feet in however many centuries of life. In alarm, she barely had time to make sure her glasses didn’t tumble off.

Holding her with a bicep and shoulder both thicker than Maria’s waist, Akane’s left peripheral vision now consisted of a heavenly ass and wiggling high elf high heels.

The line of customers, and the two overworked catgirls, all turned to watch Akane stride off, each heavy step accompanied by Maria’s deep voice.

“W-Whoa, hang on now! This is a little much!”

“Just getting you used to being lifted. That’s going to be happening a lot,” Akane assured her, with a smack on the ass. A gentle one, but it still left a mark and set it jiggling hypnotically. It was true, though. Walls, tables, or chairs could be used to help, but as a point of pride, the primary thing keeping Akane’s lovers from the ground was her. “Don’t worry, you’re not gonna fall.”

Maria didn’t find that convincing. Or maybe she was just anxious because, once they broke cover and headed for the distant wooden changing stalls, they were out in the open. Beneath the burning sun, overhead in its jealous sky.

It was a rare pair of elvish eyes that didn’t turn to watch Akane walk past with her prize. They were all being given a sight straight out of one of the most popular genres of porn in high elf culture, though that was often denied and covered up by the government.

Growing up here, Akane got just as big a kick out of it as the elves.

“Oh, goddess… everyone’s staring at us…”

Even a martini’s worth of liberating, buzzed courage wouldn't save Maria from burying her face in her hands. She couldn’t open her eyes, without meeting outraged, envious, or lustful gazes.

With a body like that, Maria should have been used to all three.

“Some places in this world,” Akane said, “All this effort would be pointless. We could have just gotten busy right there in front of everyone, and it wouldn’t even be worth staring. I mean, any more than I usually am.”

“Very humble,” Maria replied, to the woman carrying her off like a trophy. While taking in the point-blank musk of arousal that was starting to waft off Akane. “... E-Elves prefer to at least have some sense of face.”

She says, while getting sopping wet the moment she gets a hit of my pheromones.

“Yep,” Akane said, in turn sampling the fragrant fruity scents elf women loved to cake themselves in. A lot of that was also from layers of lotion spraypainted on to protect lily-white skin. “And that’s why I love the Whitecoast more than any Infernal settlement. You’re right that everyone stares. It’s a rush you can’t get elsewhere.”

Breaking that thin veneer of modesty in half was so much more fun than either dealing with actual puritan shit, or a flood of orgies that made it all routine.

Not to mention, the city and its beaches were just gorgeous. The storm gouged sand into dunes, and knocked over some palm trees less rooted than the city’s old growth, but it couldn’t mar the natural beauty of this land or its inhabitants.

“My legs work, you know,” Maria pouted.

“We’ll get that sorted,” Akane promised. “Ah, here we are.”

These new changing stalls in the wake of the storm were all part of one big prefabricated wooden structure. They were divided into rows of cubicles and stuck into the sand. One could be found near every entrance to the crowded beach.

Their curtains were enchanted.

To allow no sights or sound past, nor to be able to be moved from the outside, except by staff. They were also intended for single occupancy, and elvish occupancy, at that. Tight fit.

The attendant on duty was a young man, presumably. Just as sleek, pretty, and uncovered as the vast majority of the beach. With long bubblegum-pink hair. He wasn’t sure how to take Akane, but understood some kind of obligation to object.

“Excuse me, miss, it’s against beach policy to go into the same-”

The curtain smothered his complaint as it slid into place behind the two women.

Akane could finally release her warm, breathing pinup of a pistil passenger to stand up. She was still perfectly competent to do this, which was a good sign for not being too fucked up to do this. Her eyes were clear and focused, if conveying deer-in-the-headlights panic.

As she looked up at the behemoth who had her cornered in this stall at her own request, now isolated by a spell from the rest of Autumn, the enormity of everything seemed to hit her.

Especially as her eyes tracked down rock-hard muscle, to get to a rock-hard bulge.

“S-So, what now, big girl?” Maria wondered, trying to make it sound like she wasn’t intimidated, and that she had experience.

Words wouldn’t explain half as well as Akane yanking down her shorts and bikini, and unleashing a gigantic full-mast throbbing erection to the stuffy tropical air. With an audible groan of relief to finally let loose.

That part of her was just as big and powerful as the rest. Compared to normal men, certainly, Akane was thicker, girthy, comparing favorably to a soda can. Her huge balls churned ever more thick, potent cake-batter seed. Their heft was responsible for just as much of the bulge in her clothing, depending on how long they went without relief.

It had been hours since the shower this morning, which meant musk and seed buildup on behalf of these big bastards was ‘considerable’ without yet being ‘overwhelming’.

By her own standards.

Maria, growing up around elvish men and taking that as the standard for ‘masculinity’, clearly felt different. She was wrapped up in awe, mouth open, eyes wide. Making it clear who needed to take the initiative.

Akane wasn’t going to waste a second more, her blood was up.