Eren threw his hands into the air.
"Hey—hey! Everyone'll get a turn, hold on!"
No one listened.
One woman was already bouncing atop him, slamming down her hips with desperate, sloppy thrusts—until another yanked at her from side.
"You already had two thrusts!" she growled, pulling her off.
A scuffle broke out at the side—shoving, hair-pulling, bodies clashing against each other in frustration—until a third woman took advantage of the distraction and mounted him without caring.
Her tattered panty barely hung to her thighs as she sat on his cock, positioning herself with slow, teasing movement.
She grinned the fold wickedly, as her soaked cunt drooled over his tip, savoring the feel of his length.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" one woman barked "We've all got a line here!"
Gripping the straddling woman by the shoulders, she forced her down—slamming her hips onto the entire cock.
The girl gasped—eyes wide, tears springing instantly as the sheer girth of him split her open. Thick, veiny, too much to handle.
"A-Aah—stop, don't—!" she tried to cry out, but her voice cracked as Eren's cock drove up—deep—crashing into the top of her cunt, grinding against her womb.
Her body convulsed violently atop him.
Eren, buried beneath cunt after cunt, of different women, sweating bodies clashing against him. smothering in breasts, hips pressing from every direction—could barely breathe, let alone hold back.
His hips finally bucked.
With a sharp gasp, he came—deep inside her—shooting high inside Talya's quivering womb, as his seed rushed inside her.
"Nnnghh—!" she cried out, her back arching as Eren's release flooded her.
The moment other women felt it—Talya's quivering womb—Eren's buckling hips, they surged forward.
They shoved Talya aside, hands already grabbing at Eren's gunked-up, cock—still throbbing and alive.
"Me first!"
"No—I was next!"
They passed his shaft between them like a sacred offering, stroking, licking, sharing the mess of his cum as Eren buckled beneath the overwhelming touch—his body jerking, overstimulated.
"Oh no... I didn't get any," one woman whined, glancing around desperately.
Another turned toward her—cheeks flushed, mouth still filled with Eren's release.
The first woman's eyes lit up with hungry greed. "Wait... you have some—!"
"No! Don't steal mine!" she cried, backing away.
But it was too late.
The other lunged, grabbing her by the shoulder and yanking her close—lips crashing onto hers. Fingers dug into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open as their tongues tangled—one stealing the other's stolen cum, swallowing it like stolen treasure.
She finally pulled back, gasping—mouth glistening.
"Mmm… still warm."
"Wait—she's got some!" one woman cried, eyes snapping toward the girl who'd just snatched it.
The girl froze, glancing back at the hungry faces closing in. "Oh shit…" she muffled around the seed still in her mouth as the others rushed at her, hands reaching.
"Too bad… I only got a taste," she hissed.
With deliberate movement, she pulled the thick mix of cum and spit from her mouth, letting it glisten between her fingers. She pooled it in her palm, strings of slickness dripping down to her wrist.
"This will do…" she murmured.
Then she dropped hard to the floor with a smack—bare hips echoing against the ground. Without hesitation, she spread her legs wide, palm hovering above her slick folds, about to smear the stolen mess between them.
"That's it…"
Thighs quivered, as she pushed the warm mixture deep into her folds.
"W-Wait—hold on!" she gasped, as the other women pushed—already on her.
One woman crashed her lips onto hers, tongues tangling, stealing whatever aftertaste of semen still lingered in her mouth. Another grabbed at her hips, tearing the last strip of panties away from her cunt.
"Aaangh!" she cried out as a third woman pushed between her legs, mouth sealing over her dripping cunt. Her tongue lapped in,rolling hungrily, sweeping along the edges, gathering every trace of slickness.
Fingers joined in—probing, scooping out the mix of her own wetness and the faint remnants of Eren's seed—before bringing it up to her lips and swallowing it down with a shudder.
"Mmm… that's it…this is what men taste like…?"
Helira tried to speak—but her words were cut off as women claimed her mouth in deep, hungry kiss. At the same time, others dove between her legs, tongues prying her open, licking every fold with greed.
"Ughh—! You beasts!" Helira gasped between breaths.
"Don't act like you're not one of us," one woman growled, her lips slick with Helira's juices.
Meanwhile, off to the side—where Eren laid—the women who'd received his seed weren't left alone for long.
One by one, they were tackled to the floor, pinned and kissed—mouths stolen by others desperate to taste what remained. Those who tried to push his semen into their wombs found their thighs pried apart, others sucking greedily at their dripping cunt to steal the precious warmth back out.
"You're all fucking beasts..." Eren muttered weakly, barely audible beneath the moans and wet smacks echoing all around him.
Off to the side, right in front of the tavern, Eren was barely able to breathe. He struggled for air as yet another woman took her turn on him.
"Wait—he's got a mouth—" one panted.
"And a hand—" another added.
"Fingers too—" a third hissed.
They didn't wait. One after another, women lowered themselves onto his face, already trembling from fingering themselves to the edge. They sat on his mouth, grinding desperately, coming over the slightest of sensation of his mouth. Gasps and cries filling the streets.
Each time one climaxed, another would push her aside, already hitching her skirts up, lining her wet cunt over him—ready to claim her own.
Pinned under them all, Eren could only struggle to gulp down the taste and scent of it all, body trembling beneath the constant change of cunts.
Even his fingers weren't spared.
Women crowded around his hands—two cunts sharing a single hand, taking turns in a frenzied line. His fingers never caught a moment of rest.
At any given time, something was being pressed against them—slick folds, swollen clits, needy holes. Some women grabbed his fingers just to pinch their own nipples between them, desperate for even a scrap of contact.
Most, though, guided them straight between their legs—grinding, moaning, using him like a public toy.
Eren couldn't catch a breath. Every part of him was touched, filled, smothered. He was trapped in a sea of writhing, moaning bodies—his fingers never stopping moving.
Two women clung to each of his hands—while his mouth was smothered by yet another, taking their turn with wild, grinding hips.
His cock was passed from woman to woman, each one eager to feel him inside—some savoring the fullness with trembling moans, others waiting for his next release of seed, eyes locked on his face, bodies already shivering in anticipation.
Others who waited weren't idle.
They fingered themselves or fondled one another—moaning, gasping, keeping their cunt soaked—watching Eren writhe beneath the wave of bodies.
And as it took place—
Women mounting his shaft—taking it all in—
From the edge of the side—
The village chief arrived.