Normally, the Harrowing would not end so easily. But this time was different. Perhaps due to Faen's intervention, although the people of Bilgewater still paid a hefty price, there wasn't a massive number of casualties.
Standing atop the high tower, wielding her twin pistols, Sarah continuously directed the people below in their defensive battle against the Harrowing.
Her resolute figure standing firm amidst the dark clouds served as a massive inspiration to the people defending their homes down at the port.
However, what the people didn't know was that while Sarah was tenaciously directing the battle, hidden in the shadows behind her, Faen was already impatiently enjoying her plump, snow-white, perky ass.
Her upper half remained tense as she brandished her pistols and pulled the triggers. Her lower half, however, was being wantonly played with in Faen's hands.
Her weak, trembling legs did their absolute best to stabilize her center of gravity. Yet, Sarah showed absolutely zero signs of impatience or annoyance; instead, she clamped her legs together as tightly as possible to provide Faen with an even more comfortable experience.
After all, when Faen joined the battle earlier, he had specifically shouted that it was all for her. As Faen's sex slave, it was only natural for her to use her actions to express her absolute, total submission and profound love for her Master.
Accompanied by wave after wave of fresh, scalding-hot milk plunging deep inside her, the Harrowing finally approached its end.
To the people's immense surprise and delight, the Harrowing receded extremely quickly this time.
One must know, in the past, the Harrowing would usually last for two to three days. During this period, although order would be somewhat restored during the day, the dark clouds would remain suspended in the distant sky. The very moment the sun sank beneath the horizon, the black mist would surge back at a terrifying speed.
But this time, although it was a bit hard to see clearly, as the morning sun began to rise, people could see that the black clouds originating from the Shadow Isles had completely dissipated. This meant that the Harrowing had definitively passed.
The people erupted into deafening cheers, chanting Sarah's name.
Meanwhile, Sarah, equally flushed with excitement, lay prone atop the high tower. She worked hard to hike her ass up high, allowing her Master hidden in the shadows to use her even more leisurely.
Under the rapid, intense pounding that looked like a mortar and pestle, thick white cream overflowed from her dripping slit, trailing down her pussy petals and thighs, dripping endlessly onto the floor to form puddle after puddle of pale-yellow cream exuding a heavy male musk.
Once the people's cheering finally died down, Sarah gave a brief speech. She then announced to the crowd that the Harrowing had officially passed, and Bilgewater would now hold a continuous three-day carnival. She told everyone to go home and get a good day's rest, and the festivities would officially begin tomorrow. All financial expenses would be covered by the Bilgewater government—or rather, out of Sarah's own personal pocket.
The people cheered wildly once again—after intense, life-and-death combat, absolutely no one disliked a relaxing carnival.
As the crowd dispersed, Sarah dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. Sticking out her tongue, she licked up all the overflowing life essence off the floor, drop by drop, until the puddles were completely clean.
By the time Sarah lifted her head, Lulu and Tristana had already arrived at the top of the tower.
Originally, the two little ones were incredibly happy, proud, and boastful because the battle had been won—and won with their active participation.
But when they came up and saw Faen ruthlessly thrusting into Sarah, and Sarah crawling on the floor like a dog licking up cream... The two little ones, having already tasted the forbidden fruit, immediately gulped heavily. Lulu then scrambled impatiently to Faen's side.
Grabbing Faen's hand, she shoved it straight up under her own skirt.
"..."
Feeling those soaking wet little pussy petals, Faen nodded in deep satisfaction: "I can indeed feel Lulu's hard work. Mmm, it's so wet and lubricated my fingers can easily slide all the way to the very bottom."
Accompanied by Faen's words and actions, a moving, deeply lustful flush blossomed on Lulu's face. Her eyes rolling back slightly, her innocent little face was plastered with a seductive allure that completely contradicted her outward appearance and age.
Not to be outdone, Tristana rushed right in front of Faen. She immediately engulfed his massive, giant mushroom—which was still hanging out, pointing downwards, with thick mushroom cream still dripping continuously from its pipe due to gravity—and began carefully, devoutly cleaning and servicing him with her mouth.
Thanks to Tristana's proactive efforts, the previously semi-soft mushroom quickly regained its rock-hard rigidity.
Sure enough, the giant mushroom, which she could previously just barely fit in her mouth, eventually swelled so large that Tristana's little tongue—acting as a cushion over her lower teeth and lip—couldn't even retract. Choking on it until tears welled up in her eyes, she struggled to suck and swallow. When Faen finally pulled out with a satisfied look, she reluctantly hugged it and gave it a few more kisses.
"How did you get like this after just a couple of bites? My cute little Tristana, wouldn't your mom and dad be heartbroken if they saw you acting like this?"
"Being able to service Instructor is the most important thing of all."
Hearing Faen's question, Tristana gulped down her saliva. Then, with bubbling excitement, she got down on all fours like a little puppy, hiking her ass high into the air and shaking it continuously, causing the honey juices oozing from her pussy petals to splatter all around.
"Tristana wants to become the most elite soldier, just like Tristana's great senior, Miss Riven! Big Sister Sarah already told me everything—Big Sister Riven executes every single one of Master's commands without the slightest hesitation. Her flower bud is kept permanently dripping wet at all times, guaranteeing that whenever Instructor enters, he can instantly thrust all the way to the deepest bottom and pump her completely full!"
"Tristana is going to work hard too! I'm going to become exactly like Big Sister Riven—a portable, always-ready Yordle cum-dumpster bag to relieve Instructor's boredom anytime, anywhere!"
Hearing Tristana's intensely passionate answer, Faen simply lifted his foot and kicked Tristana straight over.
Landing with her little belly facing up, Tristana showed absolutely no intention of resisting. Instead, exactly like a little beast begging for mercy, she exposed her soft, resilient little tummy, along with her chest—which had already begun secreting milk from sheer arousal.
Seeing this, Faen maliciously stepped down on her with his foot.
Tristana, however, excitedly hugged Faen's foot, using her breasts to rub and massage it, before opening her mouth to suck on his toes.
Following this, as Faen pressed his heel down forcefully, the direct pressure transmitted through her abdominal cavity straight onto the womb buried within the flesh of her lower belly. That intense sensation of her womb being crushed caused Tristana—the self-proclaimed elite soldier—to roll her eyes back in her head, violently and continuously squirting out massive streams of honey juices. It was obvious she shared a similar, slight masochistic fetish to Xayah and Riven.
Seeing this unfold, Lulu, standing off to the side, let out a fit of giggles. She then proactively got down on the ground, exposed her own tummy, and stared pleadingly at Faen with puppy-dog eyes, begging to receive the exact same doting treatment.
Seeing this, Faen wasn't angry at all. Instead, he simply picked up the two little girls and, bringing Sarah along, stepped into the spiritual realm to kick off tonight's wild carnival.