cock for Astrology and Royalty

Mona had not been given a moment’s respite since the clearing.

The same two hilichurls that had lifted and double-teamed her during the initial assault were still the ones handling her when the raiding party reached the main camp. They clearly recognized her—perhaps from previous seasons—and treated her with the rough familiarity of creatures who already knew exactly how she broke. The moment her feet touched the dirt they shoved her face-first into the ground, one thick cock already slamming back into her cunt while the other forced itself down her throat.

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(artist: koMugi)

She tried to keep some fragment of composure, to catalogue the sensations, to remain the analytical astronomer even while she was being used. The effort lasted less than a minute. The hilichurl behind her hooked her hips higher, the one at her head fisted her twin tails, and they began to spit-roast her in earnest—long, opposing strokes that left her permanently full at both ends. Every time the cock in her pussy bottomed out against her cervix she made a sharp, involuntary sound around the shaft stretching her throat. Spit and juices quickly turned the dirt beneath her into mud. Her glasses hung crooked off one ear. Whatever dignity she had attempted to cling to was fucked out of her with methodical, relentless rhythm.
“Th-this position is… statistically inefficient for— glk— maximum seed retention—”

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(artist: Rahmat)

A short distance away, Fischl had already received her beetle sting.

The small purple insect had been pressed to the soft skin just above her womb only minutes earlier, and the poison had taken hold with vicious speed. Heat still rolled through her in waves; her empty cunt clenched and fluttered, desperately fertile even as the hilichurl currently folding her in half continued to pound another load into her.

Fischl’s dramatic defiance had been reduced to breathless, broken attempts.

“Y-you… dare… claim the Prinzes— hhk! —the stars themselves shall— aah! —witness—!”

Each thrust punched the rest of the sentence out of her. The hilichurl had her legs forced up to her chest, knees beside her ears, and was using her in a deep mating press that made her belly bulge with every stroke. When he finally buried himself to the root and flooded her, Fischl’s back arched hard. A long, high cry tore from her throat as the thick cum poured straight into her freshly ovulating womb.

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(artist: nankoai)

The moment he pulled out, a heavy river of white gushed from her ruined cunt.

Fischl immediately tried to lean forward, still determined to stay in character even while shaking through the aftershocks. She pressed her lips to the hilichurl’s heavy, cum-smeared balls and began to worship them with deliberate, open-mouthed sucks and kisses, tongue dragging slowly across the musky skin as if thanking him for the impregnation.

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(artist: nankoai)

She barely managed a few reverent moments before the next hilichurl simply grabbed her by the hair and the waist and yanked her upright.

Fischl was lifted off the ground, legs forced apart, and the new cock—still slick from some other woman—was driven straight into her tight ass in one brutal thrust. The sudden stretch punched a startled, broken moan out of her. At the same time the previous creampie continued to pour from her freshly bred cunt in thick white rivulets, running down her thighs and dripping onto the dirt while the hilichurl began to fuck her ass with long, possessive strokes, holding her suspended in the air like a toy.

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(artist: Jackchief)

Each thrust forced another thick gush of the previous creampie out of her still-fluttering cunt, the white mess running down her thighs in messy rivulets while she hung there helplessly, cape in tatters, broken little moans spilling from her lips.

Few feet away, Mona’s situation had only grown more permanent.

The two hilichurls that had claimed her from the start finally tired of holding her themselves. They dragged the astronomer over to a heavy wooden pillory that had been set up at the edge of the central clearing—clearly prepared in advance for the more durable or interesting prizes. Mona’s wrists and neck were locked into the padded holes with a solid clack. The top beam dropped and was barred. She was bent forward at the waist, completely immobilized, ass and cunt presented, head fixed in place so she could only stare forward at the dirt.

She did not struggle.

The first hilichurl stepped behind her, lined up, and drove back into her cum-filled pussy in one smooth thrust. Mona’s mouth fell open in a sharp, involuntary cry as her oversensitive walls clenched. A second hilichurl moved to her front, fisted her twin tails, and forced his cock between her lips, cutting the sound off into a wet, choked gurgle. They began to use her in rhythm—one slamming into her cunt from behind while the other fucked her throat—turning the locked astronomer into a fixed, living onahole.

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(artist: koMugi)

Mona climaxed helplessly within the first minute.

Her body jerked against the wood of the pillory, thighs shaking, clear slick mixing with the endless streams of cum that never stopped leaking from her ruined pussy. Every time a hilichurl finished inside her and pulled out, a thick river of white poured down her legs and pooled in the dirt beneath the stocks. The next one simply stepped up and buried himself in the mess, forcing another load deeper, the beetle’s lingering heat still keeping her womb greedy and fertile. She came again and again—high, muffled sounds vibrating around the cock in her throat—while remaining perfectly fixed in place, unable to close her legs, unable to pull away, unable to do anything but take it.

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(artist: koMugi)

Not that she would have tried to run even if the pillory had not been locked.

The constant impregnations continued without pause. Whenever one hilichurl finished breeding her, another was already waiting. Thick ropes of cum kept being pumped into her, only to overflow and stream down her thighs in never-ending rivulets while her immobilized body trembled through one forced orgasm after another. Mona’s glasses hung forgotten from one ear. Her analytical mind had long since drowned under the wet, rhythmic plap-plap-plap of hilichurl hips against her ass and the steady, helpless leaking of her thoroughly used cunt.