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The Eremites, a widespread people separated into various groups operating throughout the land of Sumeru with equally different motives. Some functioned as little more than cutthroat mercenaries who would take any job without question while others served to further their own interests, particularly those situated in the vast desert that borders the forested regions of Sumeru’s more populous half. And as might be expected of the more secretive Eremites, their practices were just as bizarre, if not completely divorced from those of the more active groups plying their trade elsewhere.
With the arrival of a modern age however, the land of Sumeru wasn’t quite as ‘closed off’ as it once was. Just like any other nation, foreigners would inevitably cross into the nation to set up their own roots or to simply take in the marvelous sight of the intricate fusion between mighty dunes and humid rainforests…fewer still; with less than noble intentions in mind as eyes full of greed and avarice came to rest upon Sumeru, eager to plunder what treasures might lie within the untamed wilds and forgotten ruins…something the infamous Treasure Hoarders excelled at as their numbers began to spread across the country like invasive ants, small but efficient.
Some would find success in their efforts while others came away with little more than scrap and the dust of ages. But an even smaller number would meet unfortunate fates at the hands of the many threats that called Sumeru their home; from mindless automatons meandering across the vast underground network of ruins beneath the sunny plains to the voracious fungi empowered by the lingering remnants of a corruptive force left behind from tumultuous times. With a select few simply…vanishing. Never to be seen again…
Returning to the Eremites for a moment, some might wonder how the lesser known and vastly diminutive groups were able to remain active. To sustain an ongoing population over the years without so much as a peep from the outside world…a question most scholars of Sumeru’s knowledge driven capital would never know the answer to but one an unfortunate Crawford had been made privy to after the rest of his clueless Treasure Hoarder lackeys had simply left their boss behind. Choosing instead to leave with the riches they had managed to plunder from an assumedly abandoned ruin in the desert in their gleeful pursuit of profit over utter ruination at the hands of the mysterious Eremite maiden that had suddenly emerged from the depths of the temple in retaliation to their ransacking. Summoning stinging pincers and searing flame from the power of Pyro she commanded in tandem with ancient powers few amongst her people had the privilege of knowing about.
In reality, the temple had indeed been empty. The scout’s eyes had not deceived him after giving his thieving band the all clear as he watched the last swordsman leave. But the Eremites could not be where they were today if they didn’t have decent security measures put in place for would-be robbers. And Crawford himself would become the unwitting victim of one such trap; an old magic derived not from the power of Visions but rather that of the Eremite’s ancient knowledge. A benevolent force that would cast righteous judgment on the offender based upon their character alongside the underlying purpose of ensuring the Eremite’s continued prosperity…and what else was better than a fertile young woman, a matriarch…to continue one’s bloodline?
In Crawford, the magic had seen unfathomable greed, so a humble nature of generosity and giving had been seeded in its place. A brash and uncaring persona warped into a motherly and submissive figure. Replacing an empty headed, tunnel visioned way of thinking with open-mindedness and a vast library's worth of knowledge with which to provide foresight and council before a big decision had to be made. After all, thinking solely of one’s self was detrimental to the good of the whole…and the Eremites were many, with a myriad voices to be heard…and the last piece of the rotten puzzle to be replaced; lustful vice, a repurposed pursuit of women and drink that had become a critical component to finalize the birth of Halima in Crawford’s place once the rest of his memories are discarded. A process that had only taken a second to finish as the callused hand that had reached out to grasp at the gilded catalyst closed around it as waifish digits to unleash a wave of Pyro energy. Burning away the old as rags become ornate sashes while muddied clothes shift into an alluring leotard and matching leggings that leave plenty of the newborn female Eremite’s body on display. A fitting exterior to clothe a voluptuous body complete with perky tits formed from fattened muscle while a useless wiener had become a cute little clitoris to frame a juicy vagina, milky trails of wasted spunk and feminine juices trickling out of a tiny hole to moisten herself in preparation for what was to come as she comes to a standstill within the temple…
By the time the local Eremite garrison would return to the temple, no one but Halima would be there to welcome them back to a slightly emptier home. None the wiser to her own punishment being carried out as the burly men of her tribe waste no time in ravishing the plump maiden in their midst. Freeing a heavy breast laden with honeyed milk from it’s cup while eager hands smooth over a toned stomach, meeting fattened lips in a heated kiss while others busy themselves with her silken head of hair…leaving a lucky man to initiate the sensual process as the head of a dick kisses the soaking folds between Halima’s shivering thighs where a phallus of her own once hung…her only response; being that of a wanton moan of excitement as her tummy bulges to the force of her partner’s thrust. Removing any lingering remnants of the lawless foreigner she once was as she reciprocates his vigor with her own efforts, grinding her heart shaped ass in opposition to his pistoning member while giving the others a good show with rhythmic swaying and primal song from those vulgar lips of hers.
For every item taken by her former accomplices, Halima would need to earn back an equal amount through any means she saw fit as long as it benefitted the tribe. And because of their solitary nature, the only way she could was through simple service as a mother to the Eremites; birthing more youngsters into the world for every load of virile cum pumped into her blessed womb. And as the first of many shoots into her woefully cold innards with plenty to spare leaking out of her quivering pussy, Halima was more than eager to fulfill her calling as she coos a blissful song of unknowing defeat once an emptied cock slips out of her vagina with a wet pop…before another raging boner slides in to continue her sentence. A cycle that would go on well into the Sumeru evening and forevermore…
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