The Badlands

“No good? NO GOOD?! Have you no sense?? You’re doing GOOD to me right now~”

Soon after she was flooded with more orc semen, groaning as she was given a rough smack.
“Yer a good breeding rack.. might be I’ll take you home~”

She would thrust for a bit longer, groaning as she had a shit eating grin on her face. Stretching the poor girl out even more

“Yeah, ya are-“ thrusting rougher.
“An that’s makin’ it hotter!”

She thrusts faster, her fat balls slapping against her as she groans~

“And I want you to spread yer legs!! Now SHUT UP!”

She smacks her, thrusting roughly. “Ya don’t know whot yer saying ya dumb cow! Ain’ no one above me!” She grinned, before slamming deeper into her, grinning as she would grab her legs, lifting them into the air

“Respect?! Ya think I don’t got enough of that?! I’m the QUEEN of this desert ya hear?!” She chuckled, as she soon pushed her tip into that tight ass..

She gave a laugh, firmly groping the girls ass.
“Yeh but mercy don’ drain me sea monstah now doe it?” She grins as she digs her nails into her ass.

===HONOR AMONG THE SANDS===
Sheriff Harrison Blackwell, the sheriff of Arroyo, a settlement in the wastes, and a big gathering hub of merchants. The only one to have proper protection against the orc raiders. He’s a kind but stern man. And opens up when he trusts you.

There she felt it.. orc cock testing on her ass~
“Recognize this, runt?~”

She’ll be too drunk to listen..

Guess the Orcs coming back for a second round~

Wasn’t a guy~

===FIST OF THE SHINING STAR===
Kane, a wanderer who brings hope through the badlands, the boogeyman of the bandits, stoic and quiet, he only gets what he needs.

===BANDIT CHIEFTAIN===
Noraya, the descendant of an orc named Kronya, harsh and brutal. She’s the leader of the orc raiders.

===DWARF MECHANIC===
Dasilae (Daisy-Lee), a dwarven mechanic who works on cars, bikes, mechs, any tech she can. Originally from the badlands but settled in Ramona

“Only if it touches.. which it didn’t.. different shelves..”

“In the fridge, jus’ don’ mind the batteries.”

“Wan’ a water, hun?”

“For the best really..”

“Mhm..”

She shrugs.
“You using the bayonets at least..?”

“Sheesh.. fine fine”

Her store was a mess.. it was a renovated run down convenient store with a garage.
She would tweak some bits, “ya sights seem a bit loose.. wan em tightened or you got em how ya want?”

“Yeah yeah..” she kept cleaning the guns, whistling softly

"i-its was supposed to make you giggle!"

"mn.. ironic cause you was always the light of my life.."

"ain't name ya guns!? How you gonna be an iconic bounty hunter?! Thems ain't gon' be relics without badass names! Like the Jackal an' his guns!"

A smile, she brushes a finger against the metal, a soft coo left her. "Ah.. there they are.. so what did you name them?" She asked, before dismantling them