Chapter 85: — Nana Fucked and Eric Cucked.

Behind them, the Milk Farm Granny watched with a face flushed deep red. Her eyes were glazed with heavy, uncontrollable arousal.

She was practically vibrating with lust, her own fingers buried deep inside her own pussy, working herself to a frenzied rhythm under the cover of her loose gown.

She was so lost in the sight of Kael’s massive cock that she didn’t even notice the rest of the world falling away.

Kael coated her opening with a thick layer of his own saliva, his fingers sliding in and out of her with practiced ease.

Nana was already dripping, her body betraying the insults her mouth kept spewing.

“You really think you can satisfy me, you little runt?” she hissed, though her breath hitched as his fingers worked her deep inside.

Kael shook his head in genuine amazement. He couldn’t believe she was still acting this arrogant while being spread open in front of hundreds of people.

For the first time, a flicker of genuine sympathy for Eric hit him.

He finally understood why the Village Chief was such a volatile, violent man—living with this woman’s constant, biting tongue would drive any man to the edge.

He glanced back at Eric, who was watching with a twisted, intense look of anticipation, his eyes locked onto Kael and His Wife with a strange, hungry excitement.

Eric seemed to know exactly what was about to happen to his wife.

Kael pulled his fingers out and aligned himself. He pressed the head of his cock against her wet, trembling labia, feeling her intense, involuntary shudder.

He pushed forward, and the moment he breached her, his eyes widened. The grip of her pussy was insane—a tight, wet, vice-like squeeze that threatened to swallow him whole.

“Damn you, Chief,” Kael cursed under his breath, his teeth gritted. “How long has it been since you actually touched her?”

It felt like she hadn’t been fucked in years. He suspected they’d only had sex once, enough to get her pregnant, and then never again.

She was dangerously tight, and he could feel her inner muscles fighting against his sheer size. He sat there, his cock still waiting at the entrance, pulses of heat radiating through his veins.

He knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, romantic affair. It was going to be a brutal, agonizing stretch for her, and a intense, muscle-tearing strain for him.

But there was no turning back now. He was already mounted, and he was ready to drive into her until she begged for mercy.

Kael took a deep breath, his patience finally snapping. He pulled back, his cock still twitching with anticipation, and began coating it heavily in thick, viscous saliva.

Nana, feeling the sudden distance, let out a sharp, mocking laugh over her shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re already finished, you pathetic little runt!” she sneered, her tone dripping with conceit.

She was still trying to maintain her air of superiority, unaware of the carnage about to unfold.

The crowd around them, however, went deathly quiet. They could see the raw, lethal focus on Kael’s face; they knew he wasn’t pulling out—he was just preparing to drill her into the ground.

Kael didn’t say a word. He didn’t offer any more warnings. He didn’t care about her pride anymore.

As she began to turn her head to mock him further, he lunged.

He didn’t ease into it. With one savage, explosive thrust, he buried three-quarters of his massive length deep into her tight, unprepared cunt.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Nana’s arrogant laughter was instantly replaced by a high-pitched, jagged scream that echoed across the entire square.

Her body jerked violently, her hands splaying out against the hard stage floor.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as the sheer, overwhelming size of him tore through her, stretching her far beyond her limits.

She wasn’t ready for this kind of violation, and for the first time that day, the cold reality of her situation hit her with the force of a hammer. She was completely at his mercy, and he was only just beginning.

Jim tried to scramble to his feet, his face twisted in a mixture of rage and frantic worry as his mother’s scream died down to a strained, ragged gasp.

He reached for his sword, ready to intervene, but Eric’s hand shot out like a vice, clamping down on his wrist and forcing him back into his seat.

“Sit down,” Eric hissed, his voice dangerously low. “She needs to learn how to take a loss, Jim.”

“Maybe she does!” Jim hissed back, his voice trembling with humiliated fury. “But that brat doesn’t get to decide her punishment! He’s tearing her apart!”

Eric let out a heavy, tired sigh and turned to look his son dead in the eye. “We aren’t Special, Jim. In case you’ve forgotten, let me remind you: I, your father, was a commoner myself. We clawed our way here, but that doesn’t make us royals.”

He gestured toward the stage, where Nana was currently pinned and shuddering under Kael’s brutal rhythm.

“As for Nana, she gave her word to the entire town. You want her to crawl back on it like a coward? You know she would rather die than suffer that shame. She wouldn’t let you interfere even if you tried. So, we wait. We let this run its course.”

Jim let out a bitter, sharp huff of frustration, his chest heaving, but he slowly sank back into his chair.

He hated the helplessness of it, but deep down, he knew his father was right. If he rushed out there now, he wouldn’t be saving his mother—he’d be starting a bloodbath they couldn’t possibly win, especially with the Archmage watching.

He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, forced to sit in the dirt and watch his mother’s body be dominated by the very boy he had spent years bullying.

Nana finally realized that the boy wasn’t playing around when he said he was worried about hurting her.

This was the deepest she had ever been stretched, and sharp, tearing pains shot through her body as his massive cock forced its way through her tight, constricted tunnel.

She wanted to scream for him to stop, to end this nightmare, but her pride was too thick.

She could already picture the cocky smirk on his face if she begged for mercy. She wiped the tears from her eyes, trying to hide her face, and dropped her head so no one in the crowd could see her agony.

“I can stop if you want,” Kael whispered, his voice soft and gentle. He wasn’t just trying to twist the knife in her pride.

Truthfully, the incredible tightness was almost too much for him; it felt like her pussy was trying to flay the skin off his cock.

He didn’t want to lose his hard-on from the sheer intensity of the friction, so he stayed buried inside her, forcing himself to breathe through the pressure.

He reached around, grabbing her massive, heavy breasts to distract himself and get his blood flowing again.

The feel of her soft flesh made his cock throb and harden even more.

“Is that all you’ve got, little boy?” Nana choked out, her voice shaky. “You only managed to surprise me because I wasn’t ready.”

Kael let out a dark, dry chuckle. “Don’t worry, Miss. I haven’t even started yet. I need you to get nice and wet so your pussy loosens up and lets me get even deeper.”

He pinched and yanked hard on her nipples.

The sharp pleasure and sudden rush of blood made her pussy clench and then expand, her body heating up and finally opening wide to accommodate his size.

She was getting turned on against her will.