Fuu indulges with the men, and lets them indulge in her

The renowned singer Narissa had built the Nereid Beach and Resort--her idyllic vacation paradise--on a long stretch of open beach. It’s buildings were scattered about almost lazily to give the impression that they had all just fallen naturally into place as new merchants and services happened to set up shop on this one stretch of beach.

Their haphazard layout suggested that they had only become permanent fixtures through casual habit and a sense of easy community.

This was, of course, a subtle lie.

The slapdash layout of bungalows and reed huts on the beach proper was no less carefully orchestrated than the nicer, more formal restaurants that were dotted about their number for more discerning clientele. Or the state of the art medical facilities and on-site defensive barracks in case of emergency. These were meticulously disguised as simply part of the hill or just another tiki bar that happened to never have more than a few patrons.

While the illusion was masterful on the golden sands of the beach itself, it gave way when one reached the crest of the beach. Right where the smooth, soft sands gave way to grassy hills, Narissa had built a number of grand, upright hotels. The multi-story marble structures were the sort of modern marvel that would have awed a common villager or anyone who happened to live somewhere that lacked sufficient architectural knowhow and magepower to build such ostentatious constructions.

Naturally, the busiest part of the Nereid Beach and Resort was the beach itself. It’s open sands were picturesque, through both natural beauty and careful arcane terraforming. Even at night it was full of campfires, dancing twenty-somethings, and copious amounts of ****--purchased from The Nereid, of course.

During the day, though, the only things that saved the beach from being packed like fish in a can were the sheer amount of open space it had and the semi-discerning policy the Resort maintained when it came to letting in guests.

It wasn’t hard to find a small stretch of beach to lay out your towels and stick up your umbrella, but finding anywhere private was next to impossible. And since Fuu and Liv hadn’t even tried to find a private place before settling in for their topless tanning session…

“You know she wants it,” the man behind Fuu said. His words were a quiet growl, right in her ear. “Hot body like this, laying out naked in the middle of the beach? She was begging to get fucked.”

If he waits any longer, maybe I actually will be, Fuu thought.

The man had been stroking his cock against her blushing folds for so long now! Fuu felt like she might just snap or break her cover and thrust herself back for him.

She hadn’t seen his member, but it was thick, she could tell. When the man dragged it all over her athletic rump, she had felt it, both tip and shaft. She had felt the heat of it, rolling against her skin, so smooth and hard all at once.

The man kept almost fucking her. It was like he was teasing himself with her flower and Fuu just happened to be unfortunate enough to be dragged along for the ride. They were tiny thrusts, only barely enough to even be called thrusts! But still she could feel it getting to her. The way her lower lips rolled against his cockhead, as though she was making out with his dick in the most depraved and perverse way possible.

“Harder! Harder--fuck me like you mean it--come onnnn~” Liv’s voice gave way to a needy whimper as, apparently, her man did just that. Part of Fuu craved to join her in her demands, begging him to fuck her like she needed him to.

Needed? Fuu frowned as the thought tripped something latent in her mind. What had she been thinking about before she fell asleep?

She had been on the edge of sleep when she thought it, so the memory was left hazy in liminal twilight--like she was halfway trying to remember a dream. Unlike a dream, though the more she thought about it, the clearer it became, albeit gradually. Was it something about the Bravos being corrupted? Herself being corrupted? Losing her--

“Take is, slut!” the man roared and with a mighty slam of his hips, he buried his cock fully into Fuu’s tight body. The smack of his firm hips against her ass was like a cymbal crash to the lewd music of Liv’s rough rutting, loud, hard, and sudden.

Fuu squealed.

Her body arched back as though she was trying to escape his thrust, but there was no use. She was impaled on him. With his cock so deep inside, she could feel his hips reach their limit against her squished up bottom. Her legs kicked up on instinct or maybe just from the sheer **** of the impact and hung there, muscles straining for a long moment before they fell back down onto the towel. His balls swung forward to smack against her clit and mons from the sheer momentum of the thrust and every part of Fuu’s mind was left reeling from just how full she was. And how good it was to be full.

For long seconds, the pair lay there just like that. Fuu’s eyes were wide in blissful shock, her body quivering against her towel as the firm heat of the man’s bulk pinned her there, unmoving. She couldn’t wriggle, couldn’t squirm, couldn’t do anything but gasp for breath beneath him as her tight cunt gradually grew used to the sheer girth of his cockmeat suddenly inside her.

It might have felt silent if it weren’t for the steady pounding of flesh against flesh and lewd squelches of Liv being broken in just a few feet away. Her moans were almost guttural, deep satisfied grunts in hard contrast to Fuu’s shocked, girly scream.

There was also a growing number of gasps and wolf whistles from the beachgoers all around them.

Fuu was lucky enough to be practically buried beneath the man on top of her with her slender figure all but hidden from view--save for her face, hair, and legs. So rather quickly, Fuu became the main focus.

The redheaded sniper was being taken from behind like a wild animal, meaty forceful slaps ringing out with wild abandon as the man behind her held nothing back. It was the fuck of his life, most likely, and he wasn’t going to waste any part of this opportunity. He held her by the wrists, drawing them back and forcing her to thrust her chest out in front of her with her back arching to push her jiggling chest out even more!

Each brutal slam of his hips sent her whole body jerking forward in rippling response and brought another lustful moan past Liv’s lips. The sniper’s eyes were half shut in an expression of distant, drunken ecstasy, so much that she didn’t even seem to notice the onlookers or their shocked expressions and pointing fingers. No, she was far too busy being treated like an eager fuckdoll, thrown about by the man’s every jackhammering thrust so that her hair tossed forward around her face in a mess of frizzy orange and her breasts bounced about in heavy, reckless swings.

It was quite the sight to drink in, and it took Fuu a moment to realize that she had gotten so caught up in her grumpy friend’s absurdly slutty betrayal. By now, though, her body had had plenty of time to grow used to the cock inside her, so when the man drew his hips back, she was hit not with a feeling of relief but a sort of sorrowful loss.

“Didn’t wake you, did I?” the man growled in her ear and a sudden heat washed over Fuu’s face.

He knew. He knew she had been awake the whole time. He knew she had just laid there and waited for him to claim her as his own. A shudder ran through her body, even before the man’s cock started to stir at her lower lips once more. “You were a regular sleeping beauty, you know.”

“I-” It was like he was waiting for her to try and respond. The moment Fuu opened her mouth, the man shoved his hips forward and stuffed his cock inside her once more. Fuu had no idea what she had meant to say, but it didn’t matter since all that came out was a loud, whorish moan. His hips smacked her ass so hard she could feel her bottom growing red, but the impact only sent more ripples of shuddering bliss running up through her.

He didn’t coax the moans out of her, he **** them. Fuu had **** but to lay there beneath him and take his cock again and again whenever he wanted.

Or, she did have a choice, but…

“Gods you’re so big~” was that her voice? Fuu could barely tell--her mind was a frazzled mess and each time she tried to collect her thoughts the man would slam into her again and shatter her like so much fragile glass. It was ruining her, breaking her down into nothing but a mewling mess of fuckable holes and wanton words, but it felt amazing.

“Is this why you came here?” the man growled. His hand wrapped down around her shoulders, then fondling over her breasts roughly before settling on her throat. He didn’t squeeze or ****, just held her and slowly drew her head up until her neck was exposed and she had **** but to look him in the eyes.

They were firm eyes, a dark Nahani grey, but with all the hardness of a soldier or perhaps a general. They were demanding, like so many other men who had tried to fuck her into submission, but unlike many of the others, there was no urgency to his demand. He ordered, and she would obey, as simple as that. He had no need to **** her. Not really.

“You sluts came here just to get fucked in the sand?” he asked. It wasn’t really a question, but Fuu found herself nodding anyways, a soft moan escaping her gently parted lips as he started fucking her in earnest. His thrusts came quick and steady, no less powerful for their speed and Fuu had **** but to move her hips with him, her whole body like a puppet to the movement of his cock. Each stroke was ecstasy against her inner walls, each smack of his hips just another jolt of pleasure, threatening again and again to explode her into mind-numbing bliss.

And all the while, she could hearLiv just feet away being bred like a prize mare. Quick, dirty, and brutal.

“Come on, use that thing like you--aaarrggaaaackkk!!” Liv’s voice cut of in a **** gurgle, and Fuu spared a glance to see her friend’s throat bulging around a thick cock, her nose buried against the pelvis of a second man who had stepped up to fuck her face.

“Oh shut up already,” the man said. He was younger, perhaps in his early twenties, with a wiry build where the other two were more burly and powerfully built. One arm reached down to wrap around the back of her head and pin her against his crotch while the other stretched out to give her a firm swat on the side of the ass, earning a gagging moan from Liv. “You want it rough, you’ll get it rough, alright? Just shut up, would you?”

“You have good company, slut,” the man growled and Fuu’s eyes were drawn back to his steely gaze. He had been watching her watch Liv, like a cat amused by the skittering of a mouse. All the while, his hips hadn’t stopped and the heat in Fuu’s core was beyond threatening to burst. “You know this is how we found you? Naked and ready to get bred. Arnold said that friend of yours is the one that took off your bottoms. Tossed ‘em right into the sea. She must’ve wanted this even more than you do.”

“She--F-aahhh!!” Fuu gasped. Again, he had been just waiting for her to try and speak. The moment her mouth opened, her dropped her throat, letting Fuu fall forward into the towel and picking up his pace to a relentless onslaught of fucking. He drove into her so hard and fast that Fuu’s body couldn’t match him and she found herself sliding forward along the towel, driven along by his thrusts until her face pressed against the hot, grainy sand.

“This is what you wanted,” the man’s breath was hot against her ear. “So take it, slut!”

With a roar, he erupted inside her. Hot sticky ropes of cum painting the inside of her cunt. Fuu could feel them, one after the next against the inside of her womb until it was filled with his molten seed. The extra heat was just too much for her, and Fuu cried out in mind-blanking bliss as orgasmic ecstasy rushed through her body. From her head to her toes, her entire form was nothing by cascading whiteness, like relentless waves of pleasure crashing over her and drowning her in their tide.

Her legs kicked up again, flailing in the air around the man’s hips as her toes curled and her body pulsed and shuddered in the bliss of being bred.

For a moment, her vision faded, and when her mind came back around, the man was climbing off of her. Even just the feeling of his cock sliding out of her was enough to send whimpering aftershocks coursing through her and even when he had stood up, she still lay there unmoving. Fuu’s face was down in the sand, pressed so hard against it that she could feel grains of it clinging to her forehead and cheeks. She could still feel her breasts squished up against the edge of the towel--right where fabric met sand, so that any shift of her body would bring jolts of sensation as her sensitive nipples brushed against that edge.

Just as much as her front half was down, though, her back half was up. Fuu’s back curved so that her firm bottom was thrust high up into the air as though someone had dropped her on her face. Her legs stretched out beneath it, supporting it at awkward diagonals while Fuu just panted into the sand. She could feel his cum already starting to dribble down her leg as she did nothing but lay there like a fuckdoll waiting for another burly stranger to come along and prone bone her brains out yet again.

As she lay there, her mind lost in a hazy afterglow, Fuu could still hear Liv gagging and moaning and crying out when her mouth was free of cock. The sun shined down on her from overhead, adding another layer of comfort and warmth and it wasn’t long before Fuu felt another pair of hands on her hips, slowly drawing her back until a cock pressed up into her well fucked cunt once more.

Maybe taking a vacation hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.