Fort Hope Repopulation Inititive

Jeff pants as his modest cock throbs, pumping a second load of cum into the drooling cunt of the Mother of Worms.

The instant all the cum has left him, the hooded woman pulls herself off the poor drained man and steps away. A deafening cheer fills the room, and Jeff feels his eyes grow heavy. He allows himself to blink, a tiny second of rest for his exhausted body.

He opens his eyes again, the other children of them worm are funneling out of the stadium, and he can hear quiet reveling, near him. Overcome with curiosity, Jeff summons the strength to lift his head.

There is a faint trail of cum, dripped from the cunt of the mother leading from Jeff's cock geaded toward the door. And spaced unevenly along the trail, several archers, dubbed "crones" are knelt, masks lifted just enough to expose their mouths, licking hungrily at the cum on the floor.

Cum worship was always one of Jeff's biggest kinks, but even to him, this was a little much. Nonetheless, he feels the blood rush toward his over-worked cock. Jeffs eyes grow heavy again and he cant maintain the strength to continue holding his head up.

Jeff's vision fades to black, as he cannot keep his eyes open any longer.