Lumine had worked no small miracle with this wedding; the task of setting Momiji-Dyed Court up as a proper wedding venue was a challenge, one made all the more frustrating by the demands for theme on this wedding. It was fun playing the role of wedding planner, but doing so for six women at once while meeting a very demanding theme certainly made it a little more frustrating and clumsy to have to tend to. What she'd created felt not just good for her experience level, but good in general, like she had truly accomplished something in setting up this grand situation and the whole of what she had woven.
A blacked wedding built for some of the most powerful women in all of Teyvat.
Jean, Ningguang, Ei, Dehya, Clorinde, and Mavuika were all to be married on the same day to their future husbands. To black men who had gone from hookups to the loves of their lives. Each of them was a shamelessly blacked woman who did nothing to hide their fascination and obsession with BBC, going from slutty blacked whores fucking around to finding men with the cocks and the charms to earn them as wives. Their desire was for a wedding built around their interracial obsessions, one where interracial sex was part of the ceremony and the celebration, where things where all built up around the singular facet of pure greed that truly overwhelmed these women's lives. To that end, Lumine had to get creative, and she felt herself more than a little overwhelmed from just how much work it took to set it up.
Doubly so because she herself had never fucked a black man before.
That made things a challenge, leaving Lumine to call on things she hadn't experienced to really understand firsthand. It was a lot more troublesome because of that, but she was determined to try her best. So far, it seemed like it had worked; she felt good about what she'd set up and about the ways it was all arranged, the domain perfectly decorated for the festivities. The simple imagery of spades dominated much of the decoration, naturally, tangled amidst flours and in broad motifs of black symbols across the arrangements. All to line things up for the festivities properly and to best serve these this situation. She was surprised she'd succeeded at it, but she loved what she saw in front of her now.
She'd even hand-woven the seating arrangements, as per the requests of some of the brides-to-be. The 50/50 split of female guests of the brides and black men was intentional on their part, and Lumine had to work on the seating order to make sure that there was a nice, even split, that the seating plans alternated between them in the evenly seated rows so that each woman was in reach of a black man who could change their life. Anything for the brides, even if it made Lumine roll her eyes a little bit.
Truthfully, she thought the whole blacked thing was a bit overblown. She'd done her job for it all the same to give them what they wanted, but she found the idea to be absurd. A bunch of women who couldn't contain their sex lives getting silly ideas in their heads that black guys were bigger as a rule or that they should only fuck black men. It sounded ridiculous to her, and she went along only with what was necessary to do right by her friends and allies, but she was pretty ready for it to be over and for her life to go back to normal without hearing terms like ricebunny, snowbunny, BBC, and all the shit they said about having babies and impregnation. It was all completely nonsense to a woman who had never put any stock into what she believed to be the myth of BBC. She didn't have time for it. She'd done a kind thing for her friends, and once this was over, Lumine would be back to work at the important things she had to take care of, leaving behind all their silliness.
She stood off to the side, out of the audience, and watched as women settled in. Slowly, the guests filed in. Some of the women came with their own boyfriends--each one of them black, naturally--while others found themselves flustered to be sitting behind some suit-clad hunk of black muscle. The seats filled up gradually, before finally it was time for the flower girls to come, setting rows of petals up the aisle for the brides. It was all so intricate and painstakingly colour-coordinated, a labour of love on Lumine's part that she watched play out perfectly from her position off to the side, anticipating the intense and exciting situation she had wrought, ready to make what she could of all the ways this was to set things up just right for the proceedings. She'd worked hard on it all, setting the table with pinpoint precision.
Once all the guests were seated, the music finally turned to its grand ceremonial tune. The grooms came down the aisle first, standing in fine, dark suits in preparation for all that was to come. Their gazes were down toward the grand arch from which their loves would follow, and the music played on in anticipation of their arrival, warning everyone of the impending presence of the women who had longed for this day. When they came out, they were reach dressed in a luscious, white wedding gown that ran down to the floor, with veils and lace and their bodies on display. Each stacked woman stood utterly beautiful in their fine wedding dresses, the finest that Lumine could arrange, custom tailored to their individual curves and to the sweet outline of their bodies. Lumine. They'd asked for very sexual wedding gowns, and Lumine followed that wish, leaving the women with cleavage lines that had their breasts threatening to spill out entirely at a moment's notice.
At the altar stood Yae Miko and Barbara, the two women ordaining this ceremony. Behind them stood black men waiting not so patiently, groping their asses from behind and fondling them, not that either woman seemed to mind much about how things were going, wriggling shamelessly in the pleasure of this madness, eager to see the situation play into these utterly depraved attentions. When each of the brides was set by the altar, they took their places beside their men, six pairs standing side by side in front of the two officiators, waiting happily for the surprises and the possibilities before them.
The men behind Miko and Barbara pulled their dresses up over their asses and bent the women forward, sliding into them from behind. It added a heated moan to Miko's introduction, "Gathered friends and lovers, black studs and pale beauties, welcome to the day of beautiful union between these women and their black lovers."
Barbara continued, "Before you are six women who each hold influence in their nations, and their matrimony now to their black lovers stands for more than their own pleasure and happiness. BBC has unified the disparate nations of this continent, and helped unify all of us. From coast to coast, over mountains, across water, all of us have learned the uniting power of submitting to black cock."
Both women received powerful strokes from behind. Deep, hard, firm insistences of cock upon them from behind, keeping up the storm of greed and the fascinating fever of something greedier and hotter. The pleasure continued in earnest, relentless pushes to make for something intense and crushing, pleasures that hit hard and sudden, the sweeps of shivering passion leaving little room for sense now. Both women called out in drunken delight, satisfaction burning through them both. Their moans were delighted, with the persistence of deep strokes from behind rattling them both, leaving them to moan and ache out in hotter surrender, submitting in full to the demands upon them. Neither girl knew how to hold themselves back, giving up with noise and vigor to the inevitable and the beautiful. One of Yae's arms got pulled back for leverage, and the hard smacks against Barbara's ass were a noisy burst to occupy her voice and her thoughts, but still the pleasures pressed on with single-minded fascination and an obsessive urgency that seemed fully detached now from anything decent or dignified.
Yae spoke as best she could through the moans. "The influx of black men into our lands and into our homes has made our region a safer place. A more peaceful place. We are united now as we have never been before, and this ceremony is a binding of our nations together, not just of these couples. To be blacked is to become one with something greater than yourself, and to join in the unity of all women. Women one and all crave black cock, and it brings us together across oceans and mountains. Whatever colour, whatever creed, it is what we can all agree on."
Doing a much worse job at containing herself, Barabra squeaked and ached, unable to properly hold it back herself. "All women crave black cock, and we can--we can become closer if we give in to it and embrace it! Love black cock! Worship it! It's what makes us better and it what makes us happier. Don't be ashamed of what it gives you, just embrace the pleasure. If we all get along, we'll be happier, and we get along when black men are fucking us, always! We can be... We can... What's my next--" Barbara was losing it under the weight of wild thrusts scrambling her thoughts, her mind collapsing and her smile growing in wilder appreciation for the suddenness of these delights.
Lumine folded her arms, watching in frustration and continuing to not feel much of what was happening, an endless cavalcade of debauched indulgence that had taken over the whole ceremony, so over the top and unnecessary. She remained above it all, aloofly letting the words about unity through black cock slide off of her in a focused effort just to make sure the ceremony she had put together went off well. The consideration of her priorities was set solely on what mattered most to her here, and she did what she could to keep that understanding up while keeping away from the festivities.
Louder moans spilled from both women, their speech losing focus more and more. The sight of these two pale beauties getting pounded had the grooms' pants tending and the brides growing wetter, the whole crowd too filling with pure insanity, the depths of a madder satisfaction to keep giving in to with escalating passion. There was nothing but the sweet derangement now of these feelings. The rapturous heat was unreal, sensations and satisfactions that cut to the core of every need inside of them. Yae was veering off course just as much now, and managed simply to call out, "Before we present the rings, we must join you in union, each of you on the altar in turn, to show your love and bless not only your own unions, but the unions of every lucky woman in this crowd who may wish to marry a black lover, and to every black stud that he may find at least one woman to be his!"
Ningguang was the first to lay down on the altar, coyly pulling at her dress to reveal her luscious legs and her waiting, slick pussy. "Take me," she moaned. "Nothing in my life has been the same since Beidou brought me black men as a 'gift'. Take me now. The fire in me has never faded for black cock."
Her husband loomed on top of her, spreading her legs out and sliding into her while he stood by the altar, tugging her to hang off of the edge of it while he slipped his cock into her, starting on earnest thrusts deep into her needy cunt. Potent and persistent strokes that made her gasp out in sweet, sultry delight while he worked at using her. The pleasure was intoxicating, a surge of forward attention that impressed upon Ningguang the depths of her own desires, a fascination she was eager and ready to give herself to. She was a woman of power, but for a black man, she was just another woman, ready to submit in full.
Every stroke of her husband's thick, dark cock into her hole made her moan out loudly, the ignition of hunger inside of her pushing at her thoughts, focusing her down to the finely honed bliss of losing control, wilful and eager to please. Ningguang understood the satisfactions awaiting her, understood the depths of pleasure she could have, but as her legs remained spread and she lay back, she let the gathered guests watch his fat cock slide into her tight hole, watched him full and use and claim her. She loved everything about it, the fascination of intoxicating fever, the brilliant surrender that hit her with persistent and focused urgency. Ningguang had only one need, and within the quelling of that need came the rapturous relief of knowing she was right where she needed to be, under the weight of precisely the ecstasies that she most desired.
"I pledge myself to black cock, and to you! A faithful ricebunny wife whose every moan from now on will be your name!" Her ecstatic squeals of glee and desire rang out hotter, an overwhelmed expression of pure fascination and greed that left Ningguang craving more. She didn't try to hide from it, refusing to run or hesitate while the powerful strokes wore her down, a dizzying persistence and a throbbing desire keeping her in place, moving harder, hotter, quicker.
The pleasure was all building up too hard and too fast, heat bubbling up to the surface, forcing moans from her while she writhed and ached in hotter fascination. She couldn't be stopped, rapturous hungers building out of control within her, pushing at her thoughts, demanding more from her. Ningguang was happy to lose control, eager to fall to pieces while the hard strokes from the fat, black cock ravaged her, sending her thoughts spinning. She was happy to be exposed in front of friends--some of whom had been with her in orgies before--but even happier with the sense of permanence that ensued from this round, from the joy of knowing this one was for life.
She welcomed it, clutching at his strong body, moaning hotter and louder in dizzier fascination, giving up to the outrageous climb of hunger sweeping through her, the pleasures she felt powerless to ignore. Her breasts heaved wildly, threatening to pop out of her dress while the deep strokes rattled her. She was hopelessly hungry under all of this, falling madly to pieces and loving every second of the wilder hungers keeping her wanting more. She was happy to want more, to moan out for it. "Don't stop. I want you to cum in me. I want every drop. I want to be filled!"
She was going to fucking get it. The harder insistence of confident thrusts railing her were a senseless burst of pure fever, fascination and bliss and a sense of utter fire now. She was happier to give up to the throbbing insanity awaiting her, to feelings of pure need that tore her asunder. Cries of passion and obsession spiraled out of control, with Ningguang utterly elated by the depravity carrying her. In grand, public fashion, she built up in the surging joy of just losing fucking control, the sweetness of giving in and hollering out in bliss. When her husband slammed into her one final time to pump his load deep into her womb, Ningguang clung to him, meeting his lips with hers to try and silence the howls of ecstasy that might serve to unravel her confidence and composure. She let it go in front of everyone, surrendering to the depths of greed and allowing her feelings to consume her.
Next up was Mavuika, who traded out her usual black leather for a pristine, white dress that was now pulled up to her waist as she bent over the altar, sticking her round butt out and groping her plump tits. Her husband came up from behind with a prompt shove forward, grabbing her wrists and yanking them back to fuck her prison guard style over the altar with the domineering and persistent heat of just going all out on her. The maddening attentions drove her crazy, a brilliance and a fire that built out of control in an instant.
The flame archon was ready for it. "Give it to me rough. Raw! Don't hold back on me, let them see how you treat me like your whore!" She was full of intensity and wicked hunger, the surges of throbbing fire and fascination keeping her needing more, the pleasures driving her mad with wicked fire. Satisfaction beyond control hit her, the brilliance surging through her body, and she welcomed it utterly, the fullest extent of sloppy obsession and a desperate hunger to be given up to completely. Powerful strokes from behind pounded into her, getting her body heaving under the might of something out of control.
Her breasts were the first to spill from her dress, bouncing out and springing free from their insufficient prison, let loose for a heaving jiggle for all the guests to behold. She didn't mind it in the least, moaning out in wilder and more desperate fever now for all of this. She was on display, welcoming her surrender and melting into the hotter joy of giving in. She was unstoppable, drunk on the lust taking her, satisfaction beyond control bringing her deeper into the throes of a specific and vulgar joy. With every slam into her, Mavuika felt better and madder about throwing it all into this mess, channelling the raw energy and ferocity of everything she could have wanted. It made her feel better, made her body throb hotter, made her succumb to the unrelenting and outrageous joy of simply giving up.
Her wrists were pulled behind her back and held in one hand, leaving her husband's other hand free to pull at her fiery red locks, which made her call out in even noisier vigor now while gave in so utterly to this mad satisfaction. It was pleasure beyond reason, a showcase of the roughness that wore her down harder, wearing at her focus until there was simply no focus left to be had. She was doomed to the bliss taking her, falling to pieces and loving the throbbing and enrapturing release and relief of giving herself up completely. She surrendered to this without a moment's deeper thought, allowing the mad fire to take her and embracing the simplicity of losing control. She loved it, craved it, sought it, and there felt like nothing but warmth now in the joy of simply letting it break her.
Hard crashes back continued to prove the desperation carrying her along, urgently proving herself and her devotion with hotter surges of greed. Maddening lust drove her to let it all out, seeking the satisfaction and the relief of something that became so primal and so senseless that she could hardly contain herself. Moans that spilled from her lips sounded madder, hotter, like an expression of pure greed and obsession taking hold with tightly clenched madness. To feel the huge cock pounding into her rougher and wilder, claiming her thoughts with a senseless crash into spiraling ecstasy.... She loved every second of this burning need, embracing the heat that became madder and more forceful until she was certain there was simply nothing else left to her.
Ecstatic moans rang out as she received the sloppy, joyful burst of being pumped full of cum. A senseless creampie satisfying her deepest urges, teaching her to fall to pieces and unravel completely. Moans of fiery passion rang out, her cunt receiving hot spurts of molten seed spilling into her tight hole and sending her crashing over the line into joy. She felt the bliss ruin her, the fanatical urgency of giving up so completely to her desires, and it was simply everything she could have asked for in one beautiful place, an almost uncompromising senselessness that left her to fall to pieces, vocal and mad and powerless to fight the allure of her own ruin off. In front of friends, she became vulnerable, naked, unashamed. Happy.
Dehya was a feisty one, refusing to simply roll over and let her man fuck her brains out on the altar. She was the one on top of him, stripping out of her dress at the first opportunity, her brown skinned body starting at the madness of wild pounding and bouncing and vigor atop his lap. The huge cock of her husband to be stood at hard attention before the stunned eyes of every woman, so thick, so long, and Dehya took every inch of it down with wild slams, stuffing herself full of his dick and howling out in determined joy while she went, relentlessly pounding herself down onto his lap as she went.
"Black cock brings out the animal in me," she moaned, clutching his chest while hammering down onto him, breasts bouncing wildly through the chaos and the fever of giving in to this all. She was happy to embrace the wilder fire of this mess, satisfaction and lust that carried her into the wildest of passions, into feelings of warmth she was utterly unashamed of giving herself up to. "In Sumeru, a strong woman doesn't simply roll over to let a black man own her. We push back. We join together. We prove ourselves!" She earned some cheers from other women from Sumeru, including Candace and Nilou. Her bouncing was a cultural exchange, a show of the truths behind all these feelings while madder lust tore across her.
Determination came on with a raw show of power and fever, forceful in how she moved to take this on, to prove herself capable of unstoppable greed and vigor now. She welcomed it, finding herself in a place of pure dominance and lust. Not that her man took any of it lying down; he groped her tits and smacked her ass, pounding up into her with powerful slams that proved a feverish push into all of the most intense attentions he could offer, showing off his own aggression and the greedy fire taking him all the while. The pleasure was there to give in to fully, embracing the intoxicating lust that tore through her, proving with every motion up and down his cock what she was capable of, but showing that he still laid a claim to her, and she responded with mind-melting, gooey joy to his dominance.
It was a give and take for them, one that played out in sweet excitement while they showed off, while the satisfaction burned through their bodies in shows of united passion. The uncontrollable and insatiable hunger that left them both to unravel together played at the dramatic bliss taking them, feelings of a feverish and wanton hunger beyond reproach. There was so much to give in to here, so much about the brilliant plunge into crushing madness that felt too good to ignore. Dehya put on her show knowing she could inspire her friends to be a bit more forward in the bedroom, to show off the pleasures of interracial sex in Sumeru and to flaunt the fun Sumeru women had; it was all a spectacle, all a show, and all feeding the brilliant satisfaction that broke down all sense now within her as she succumbed so utterly to it.
Slamming herself down with such burning, urgent bliss carried Dehya to lose herself with a focused and specific urgency, the ferocious passion of pleasures keeping her needing to want more. She was in control of her own pleasure, confidently moving with hotter desire, ferocious and lustful, proving herself all too capable now of every bit of the pleasure she wanted most. Simple and mad pleasures kept her in a place of deeper fascination, the beautiful ferocity of truly outrageous need. She rode out to her orgasm with burning glee, the climactic plunge into ferocious joy that became too much for her to do anything but fully up to. It felt incredible, the truest depths of a feeling relentless and wicked enough to leave her thoughts spiraling.
Cum flooded into her womb on her own terms, with her moans electric and wild, a chaotic embrace of pure fever and fascination now while she gave up to the depths of passion taking her, all-consuming ecstasies and frustrations leaving her to completely fall to pieces. her strength all melted away in those final seconds, her back arching and her howls of pure fascination ringing out with just a bit too much insistence. She was so bold, so brash, but a powerful orgasm could send her spiraling back into chaos and panic, maddening delights that ripped through her and robbed her of just that little bit of control she'd gleamed.
Ei had no such designs on dominance; she was a woman who fully embraced submission, down on her back, legs up, letting her husband mating press her. It was an expression of intimacy and vulnerability, one but also one of absolute surrender. Obsessive, throbbing desire ripped powerfully through her, her body succumbing to the outrageous and the relentless joy, to feelings of a distinct lust she felt herself happy to embrace without a moment of calm or care. The pleasure spoke for itself, all so brilliant and so fascinating in what it made her do.
"I surrender in full to black cock! Body, mind, and soul!" Ei's voice wavered, not even pretending to be steady or be confident. She let all of that go. With black men she embraced the intimacy of letting go, drowning herself in the maddening fascination of embracing what she needed most, drowning her wants in the fascination and spectacle of uncontrollable surrender. Her husband was her master, and he was in control utterly. IF he put her on a leash and paraded her around, she would have happily let him. Sometimes, for parties with his friends, he even did. She accepted that as part of the joy of giving in, part of the beautiful surrender that taught her humility and care.
The huge, black cock rammed into her snug cunt with truly unstoppable fever, keeping up a hunger and a ferocity that broke her thoughts down to their most base components, to the sweet insanity of succumbing without a care. She surrendered to all of it and was ready for it all with all she had and all she was. The surrender and the passion all built within her to something that it was a joy to let loose, surrendering to the beautiful truth of every last bit of fierce passion inside of her. She was free, open, giving in to the spectacular relief that granted her reprieve from the pressures and miseries of life. In submitting to black men, she found herself open to the brilliance of pure surrender, the inexhaustible relief of giving in and giving up, allowing the enrapturing passion to be everything she craved.
There was strength in being able to give up control. She lived by that now, embracing the powerful slams ruining her hole, the draining bliss of giving up and giving in, lost to spectacular lusts that continued to wear at her thoughts. It was precisely what Ei needed, finding freedom on the path of being told what to do. It didn't make sense, and she knew this to be a private quirk in her own surrender to black cock, but she hoped that by showing her own power and her surrender, she might impress upon the wedding guests a willingness to be this vulnerable, thinking that perhaps they too could find solace in this.
Her man on top of her wasn't so concerned about making statements, drilling into her pussy and palming at her big tits through her dress, railing his beautiful wife with all he had and leaving Ei to fall into vocal bliss, moaning out in enrapturing passion for every stroke into her hole, every snug reminder of her surrender to his fat cock. That was all that mattered in the throes of this now, a messy persistence keeping him wanting more and leaving her to be a good wife giving that 'more' to him, offering her body up to his every demand and depraved aim. She'd learned to savour it, a devoted wife-to-be already deep into the understanding of what her duties to her man were.
The result was a spectacle of gooey surrender and submission, of an interracial creampie and a scream of, "Make me a mother!" and betrayed all of Ei's deepest lusts in the name of subservience and persistence. She was ready to own the words, ready to believe them and live by them, and her man was just as ready to hold her to them as he pumped her full of cum with throbbing insistence and a desire to use her thoroughly. The pleasure was electric, urgent, brilliant, and it left her in a place of pure surrender, drunk on the hazy submission to cock that had come to define her new life, and awash in the satisfaction and warmth of knowing that soon, she would be a wife, and that the life awaiting her was finally hers to seize.
Jean was not simply put on top of the altar to be fucked doggy style with her pale, round ass crashing back against her husband's lap. He decided to point her toward the group instead of from the side, ensuring that when, a few thrusts in, the blonde's plump, swaying, sweaty tits spilled out of her dress, they were heaving right in front of the crowd. "In the bedroom. I'm in control!" proclaimed her husband, smacking her plump ass. "And this fat-assed blonde slut is my whore to toy with." He was vocal, insistent, ruthlessly claiming her hole with powerful slams forward, a brutality dizzying in its insistence and its speed, the carelessness of powerful thrusts into her.
Jean did not have quite the confidence that Ei showed in her own submission; she was needy, weakened, hanging low and embarrassed under the weight of her man coming crashing down upon her. She was a lot more sheepish about her submission to her man, not her love for black cock, but the depths of his dominance over her. The idea that such a strong woman, captain of the Knights of Favonius, a true leader and even perhaps role model, could be a sloppy, hopeless whore in the hands of a man like her husband, filled her with a shame built in the throes of uncertainty and worry, the nagging panic of a spiral into frustration and worry while she gave in to this hedonistic spectacle. It felt so fucking good, robbing her of control and focus while she melted for the hands of the man on top of her, but she understood it to be the only path forward, to be the intoxicating joy of simply losing her fucking mind.
Moans of pure shame spilled from her lips, expression of the desperate depths Jean lived in. She was his cockslut. His fucktoy. Every slam of his fat, black dick into her snug hole made er moan out like a dumb whore for him, and now, facing her peers and her friends, there was no denying it. Not that it was a surprise to anyone who'd been in an orgy with Jean. She was a subby little bitch even before she met him, needy and hopeless, always deepthroating cocks and begging to have her hair pulled and her ass smacked after a few drinks and a couple creampies. Jean was not subtle in the least.
But still, it was so much more intense and insane to be showing it off. To wear that pleasure in front of herself while giving in with dizzying panic to all of this mess. She was desperate here, doomed under the persistence and the fire of having to give in, losing ground to her own weakness while the thrusts wore at her. Her husband claimed her body for all to see, a slightly territorial fit of dominance meant to make Jean seem all the more hopeless in front of the audience, and it worked. She was desperate to hold on and save face, but the pleasures continued their work on her with flawless and beautiful execution.
Looking out at the accepting eyes and the horny gazes, tits springing free and heaving toward them, her submission as plain as day for all to witness, she was met with an appreciation that helped her at least feel a little soothed. No judgment, only adoration, only passion, only the deepest of love from everyone. She was terminally submissive and addicted to black cock, but she was among friends here, and with some comfort in that fact, she let the pleasures rip her asunder, cumming her brains out on her husband's cock. The sounds of his thrusts rang out in fleshy, sharp impacts while she screamed in the throes of joy.
Cumming her brains out was an act of expression, an act of admission of what she was. Jean couldn't run from it, and even as her man boasted, "I have this bitch tamed,", she was happy to be the aforementioned bitch. To be owned. To be tamed.
Clorinde was the last of the women up for the altar, but she was not actually fucked on or against the altar. Her husband pulled her dress up, folded her in half, and slammed her down full nelson style onto his cock, forcing Clorinde into a position of being trapped in place, arms up, legs spread, body used like a living sex toy for the purposes of being drilled into by her man. It was a show of power, of pure control and aggression flaunting the urgency and the ferocity he was capable of. All of this pleasure was so much to give in to, the all-consuming fascination of deeper insanity.
"I'm addicted to black cock!" wailed Clorinde, her hopeless fever and ferocity leaving her shaken, eyes rolled back, body surrendering in full. Up and down she went in a fit of pure fascination, the ferocious bliss of giving in deeper. he'd stood off to the side for so long, waiting patiently for her turn like a good wife, but now as it came crashing down upon her, she was happily, hopelessly lost to these feelings, drunk on obsession. Her body moved up and down in flawless acceptance and surrender, her tight cunt there for her husband's cock to ravage. She couldn't be saved, giving up happily to the dizzy bliss of his dominance, moaning out in a fit of hungry, mindless lust while she went.
"And I'm addicted to stacked white girls and their always-tight pussies," proclaimed her husband, making her cheeks go flush, making her shudder in hotter fire and surrender. The pleasure was all so demanding, focusing ion on the heat that continued to build up out of control within her. Clorinde was hopeless, succumbing to all of her maddest desires while splayed out like a spectacle for all to see, and she was proud of it. Proud of how well she could take the monster of a cock stuffing into her pussy, proud of being a good enough white slut to be worthy of a ring. She was a dedicated and devoted wreck of a woman ready to be a good wife and happy to surrender all of her dignity to the charge awaiting her. She was special to him, in love, in lust, in so many things.
The specifics didn't need to make sense to Clorinde, she just needed to be bounced atop a long, dark cock like a mindless toy, surrendering to her deepest urges and letting the thinking be done for her. Strong hands held her in whatever position she needed to be in, and wild thrusts from below stuffed her to the brim with cock to a dizzying and rapturous degree, tearing her asunder with the harshness and the fire that awaited her. Intoxicating and obsessive fever tore harder through her, and the drunken spinning of her head was simply part of the fun awaiting her, a crash into the senseless satisfactions that came on so overbearingly.
The pleasure of persistent bounces and deep strokes continued to carry her into the deepest reaches of rapturous pleasure. Clorinde had chosen this, surrendered eagerly to black cock, and she'd been rewarded at every step of that obsession. Being stretched out and pounded stupid, Clorinde found herself in a wonderful escape, in a bliss she was able to fully give up to, losing herself to the outrageous and ferocious hunger she couldn't get enough of. All she had to do was let the wild joy of pounding indulgence leave her getting fucked senseless, the wicked fascination of pleasures and desires too exciting to contain. There was a beautiful stillness to all of it, a calm that helped her escape from the pressures of anything else. In marriage, she could retire happily, be a wife, be a mother. Be free.
Freedom came with a gooey eruption deep into her pussy, with a messy writhe of passion and glee while Clorinde gushed with a squirting orgasm in front of her friends, a spectacle that could have reduced many women to shameful messes, but which Clorinde saw simply as the chance to express the sweetly surging ecstasy within her. She embraced with hollering joy the moaning fever and the bliss of giving in, losing herself to uncontrollable ferocity, the brilliant bliss and the lust of happily falling into all of this. She savoured every second of this wild expression, and showed off her readiness to enter the stress-free bliss of her newly married life.
Each woman stumbled back to their feet after their turns, standing with cum dripping from their well fucked pussies. The display of indecent creampies was something for the audience to cheer for, each woman leaking with the potent seed of their husband to be. It was a show of fertility, of love, and once all six had been seeded, the rings were carried down the aisle for them.
"Men, each of you will take a ring," whined Barbara, who had been fucked to such a sopping mess of orgasm after orgasm by that point that she wasn't even standing, up off of her feet and impaled on a black cock with her legs spread out for all to see. "Push it into the... The sacra... Just jam it into their creampies before they put it on!" She couldn't use big words or do this properly, but it didn't matter; everyone knew the ceremony by now.
Each of the men took the ring for their respective bride, each one set with a differently coloured gem to tell them apart. They gave their portion of the vows before slipping the ring into the creampied holes they had just fucked, a slow dip before pulling back and sliding the ring onto the fingers of their wives. The women, in turn, gave their vows, each one racially charged to the point of making Lumine want to leave just because of how overwrought it had become. This was such a complete mess of depravity, of deranged spectacle and kink blown out of proportion. She had seen more than enough, and was ready for this to be over, pride in her handiwork be damned.
"There is only one step left before I can declare you men and wives," moaned Yae, her arms pulled behind her back and the propping-up of that pull paired with the cock impaling her being the only reasons she was still on her feet. "Women, fall to your knees before your men. Before the virile, black manhoods of these fine specimens. And give them a simple kiss. If he cums, your marriage will be a blessed one."
Each woman fell to their knees in a line, their husbands' cocks pushed against their faces. Each wanted to do more than just kiss. They wanted to suck and slobber and slurp and sniff and spit. The urge to worship black cock on their knees was an in-borne, innate desire inside of them. One they believed natural of all women, a gravitational pull toward submission to black men. But the superstition about kissing a black cock upon marriage had become popular in Teyvat, with the belief of making one's husband cum from a single kiss as some sort of blessing taking deep social root all across the land. Now, it was their chance to give in to that same idea and to melt into the surrender of these dizzying attentions, moaning with a hungry push forward to plant their soft, singular kisses upon the tips of their cocks.
Satisfaction carried them to lean into this mess and plant their hungry kisses upon the cocks, earning the eruptions of molten bliss across their faces. Six big, black cocks erupted from that single kiss to spray down the women before them with massive loads, a cum baptism of their lust that earned squeals of joy as they were showered in blessing and providence. With that, they were wedded, husband and wife.
"Now be free and love!" called out Yae.
"And submit to black cock!" squealed Barbara.
It was with rapturous delight that the domain erupted into an orgy without hesitation, the relentless chaos swelling madly out of control amid people rushing to have their fun and to claim every last bit of the excitement awaiting them. Each of the brides to be, already on their knees, shoved forward to slurp down the BBCs in front of them. The lust to gag and slobber all over black cock got them directed and ready in an instant, the push toward sweeter derangement and chaos that they were right to work at giving in to. Throats filled up with black dick and the most obnoxious sucking noises these newlyweds could muster filled the air. But their guests were just as ready to go.
Eula was leaned over the chair in front of her, her fat, white ass happily bouncing on the lap of a man she didn't know, but she knew he was black and had inches to spare, letting her hammer madly atop his cock and embrace the most fitful of pleasures. "Flood my guts full of your cum," she begged, unstoppable and completely drunk on her own lust.
Sitting atop the lap of one black stud, Sara had two more huge cocks shoved into her face. Her hands worked confidently along them while she stuffed her mouth full of dick, unstoppably committing herself to sloppy and relentless pleasure, taking on the twofold joys of succumbing to every last bit of this delight, gangbanged by these hung specimens of black masculinity and in a heavenly fit because of it.
"These fat, pale tits make black cocks so hard," cooed Lisa, down on her knees to offer a titfuck to the man beside her, who had felt her breast up through the whole ceremony with clear intent. She'd given him a handy during some of the altar sessions, but now she could really get into the chaos with her tits, happily leaving her seat to work her plump, pale milkers along his cock with unstoppable excitement.
Hu Tao and Fischl ended up in the middle, each one with a leg up in the air while they got mercilessly fucked from behind and the side. Their lips met in the middle on a third cock, licking up and down the shaft in pure reverence for it. Neither bothered to speak, letting their moans ring out in hazy obsession, focused only on letting their mouths work at the bliss awaiting them. Their mouths were obedient, their pussies were snug, and they were happy to be taken well past their limits in the pursuit of pure ecstasy.
Yanfei, Charlotte, Chiori, and Keqing all fawned together over an absolute monster of a black dick, crowded in around his shaft and his heavy balls. Four mouths all doted in sloppy, dizzy joy across his shaft, trying their best to adore him and to revere his endowment, a glorious shaft demanding the utmost attention from them. To share such a cock was an honour between women who didn't know each other well, but would feel like sisters when this was done.
Nilou was down on the floor, legs n the air, body shuddering in throbbing passion and fever. "Breed me," she whined. "Marry me. I want to be next. There's no bouquet to catch, but if you knock me up, you'll take responsibility, right?" She said it to every black man who mating pressed her; a clumsy leglock and a desperate attempt to get him to stay inside her hid that she had been trying to baby trap every black man she fucked in pursuit of a hunky husband to submit to.
Xinyan was already the daughter of a blacked woman, but as she gripped the man who bounced her on his cock, she was determined to take it further, brown thighs pressed snugly against his sides and his cock splitting her open. "I'm going to make my mother proud by coming back from this wedding with a black husband," she proclaimed in bold, proud fever, ready to make the most of the opportunity.
Clinging in a circle together, Emilie, Xilonen, and Yoimiya all held hands while they were bounced atop some cocks, melting into gooey kisses while pressed in toward one another, legs hanging off of the floor while they hung impaled atop huge dicks, proud of the pleasure ripping so mercilessly through them but so eager to just be ruined by these satisfactions now.
All of this was just a little too much for Lumine. She couldn't believe the perversion and the debauchery of every single woman in attendance. Sure, these guys were hung. Sure, she was a little damp between the legs. but this was all so ridiculous to Lumine, something she was shocked anyone believed in so much and was willing to center their lives around. She'd done her part and suffered all this ridiculous fetish stuff, and now that the ceremony was over she was ready to leave under the cover of all this chaos. An orgy. It was insane.
She turned around to sneak off away out of view, but as she turned around, Lumine found herself staring down six and a half feet of packed, dark muscle, a black man whose huge cock strained against his pants and whose smile grew. "Going somewhere?" he asked.
"Y-yes," Lumine stammered. 'I have to go. I have other things to do."
"Ei said you might run," he said," pressing forward, closing the distance and backing her against the wall. "That you think big, black cock is 'just a myth'. Well, your friends want you to have the same joy they have, and they asked me to make sure you do."
"No, really, I have to be going, it's okay, I'm glad Ei is concerned about me but it's really not that impo--oh, fuck!" Shoved up tightly to the wall and filled with one swift stroke, Lumine's voice broke, the surging confusion of pleasure fanatical and wild enough to make her head spin, throbbing confusion sending her into a spiral she was certain to never escape from. Big, black cocked filled her right up, stretching her inner walls and showing her cunt a level of penetration that she could have never imagined. It forced the sounds from her lips to be confused, to be dizzy, to be completely divorced from normalcy now.
But the thrusts were only getting started. The man pinned her to the wall, powerfully driving his hips forward to use her, to push against her skepticism and show her what she'd been dismissing even when it was right in front of her face. He was a little spiteful in it, feeling challenged and taunted by what Lumine's friends had told him she thought about this. They knew she wasn't a believer, and the gratitude of all six women in setting their friend up to thank her lay in having one of their friends show her the ropes. Deep, insistent shoves of his cock to fill her, to correct her, to change her view on this and to accept its truth.
Every confident stroke filled her to the brim, kissing her womb with the head of his cock in promise of something that Lumine knew she wasn't supposed to want. It made her voice waver, made her dizzily sink into the growing uncertainty of things that taught her to give in and give up, drowning in the fascination of losing control and knowing she had no way out of it once she'd fallen in. "Still think BBC is a myth?" he asked, cocky and confrontational, letting his hips talk for him and simply taunting out the answers from her while she spiraled.
"No!" she wailed. her body thrashed in wilder, burning delight, an admission that felt like weakness and like surrender. She clutched him tighter, moaning out in cock-drunk fascination. "BBC is real! It's real, I was so wrong! So wrong!" She trembled under the wilder excitement and passion of giving in, faltering with less and less sense. The pleasure made a liar of her, taught her the truth she'd been denying through all the time around her friends and their blacked inclinations. She was a believer now, needy, begging for more with every desperate moan spilling from her lips in a plea for more. Drunk on the fascination and bliss ripping through her, she had no choice but to fully embrace this madness now.
Her pussy begged down around his cock for more. She was no different than the other women, and now that she finally understood the brilliant joys of submitting to BBC, it consumed her. She felt herself lost to these brilliant joys, lustful and decadent in all the ways she'd turned her nose up to, now left in a shameful fit of humility while she learned her truth and accepted the crushing ecstasies all taking her. Something about being pinned to a wall and fucked senseless rooted her in understanding of her true desires, and aligned her with the pleasure her friends knew she would take it.
"Make me a snowbunny. Cum in me. I was wrong, but I can apologize!" Lumine's surrender was immediate, shaky, a burning burst of the righteous surrender and submission that could make up for her judgmental ways. She was earnest in her need forgiveness, entwining with the pleasure while she fell so completely into the depths of submission, giving in with bolder and sloppier need.
With a big, black cock pistoning so madly in and out of her hole, everything that took hold of Lumine became a gooey wreck of obsession and fascination, surrendering completely to things that became too much for her to process or fight off. It was all-encompassing, the enraptured bliss of so completely falling apart, giving in with earnest to the interracial submission all her friends had long since succumbed to. Now, it was Lumine's turn, and she could not have been happier to embrace it. Her inner walls begged down around his cock for what was to come, for the comfort and certainty of giving up fully. The pleasure was just what Lumine needed to crash headlong into pure insanity, to embrace ecstatic and senseless hungers all spiraling through her in senseless sweeps of joy.
When the man came inside her, the eruption of molten seed into her desperate hole sent her crashing over the line. Hopeless, noisy, overwhelmed to the point of slight madness, Lumine let it all out, cumming her brains out and screaming her newfound loyalty to black cock, ready to join the others. She thought she was leaving, but instead, she found herself dragged back to the orgy, where she joined her friends in serving black men together, sharing blowjobs and being fucked airtight, sucking cum out of other girls' holes, and begging to be bred on her back. The wedding was magical, and she had been so caught up in being judgmental that she realized too late that she wanted to experience that magic, too.