Chapter 86: — Nana Fucked and Eric Cucked.

“Here I go again,” Kael warned, his voice shifting to a tone of genuine worry as he felt her struggle.

He didn’t want to break her, but he couldn’t stop. He pulled back halfway, gritted his teeth, and slammed back in with every ounce of his strength, driving himself to the hilt.

“Ahhhhh!” Nana let out another ragged cry.

Even though she was prepared for it this time, the searing pain tore through her again, radiating deep into her belly.

Her head remained bowed, but anyone watching closely could see the steady stream of tears dripping onto the wooden stage.

After three more brutal, grinding thrusts, Kael hit a wall. He was only an inch away from being fully buried, but the tightness of her tunnel made it feel impossible to go any deeper.

Nana had stopped her pathetic bantering; she was silent now, just waiting for the onslaught to end.

Kael decided on a final resort to force her open.

He pulled one of his fingers into his mouth, coating it in a thick layer of his saliva, and reached behind her, tracing the tight rim of her anus.

He began to rub and tease her there, applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Ahhhmmmmmmm!”

Nana’s body jerked. A moan escaped her lips—the first sound of genuine, unbridled arousal she had let slip.

“What are yo…?” she gasped, but before she could finish, the sensation sent her arousal spiking.

Kael felt her vaginal muscles instantly slacken and loosen, the heat surging around him.

Taking full advantage of her vulnerability, he slammed his hips forward.

*Thwack.*

He was buried completely, his pubic bone grinding hard against her hips. “Ahhhhh!”

Nana shrieked again, her voice cracking. To the onlookers, it looked like a innocent virgin being ravished by a demon, a cruel irony considering it was a mother being absolutely wrecked by a boy the same age as her own son.

As the sharpest edge of the pain began to fade into a dull, throbbing ache, Kael stayed perfectly still, his cock fully submerged. He was waiting for his own strained muscles to stop burning.

Nana, frustrated by the pause, snapped her head around. Her eyes were red, wet, and burning with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Don’t mock me, you little brat,” she hissed, her voice trembling. “Start moving! I can take it all!”

Kael didn’t feel a shred of pity. He saw the fire in her eyes and realized she was begging for more abuse.

He began to grind his hips, his thrusts slow and rhythmic at first, then picking up speed.

From his seat, Eric watched with a faint, satisfied smile; he felt his wife was finally learning her place. A dark, twisted arousal coiled in his gut, a sick pleasure that had been festering for years.

He watched his wife, the woman who had always looked down on everyone with cold, noble eyes, being treated like nothing more than a common, public whore.

He just hoped this brutal lesson would finally break her of her arrogant, high-born attitude.

His eyes fixed on the way Kael’s hips hammered into her.

A wide, distorted cuckold’s smile stretched across his face—a look of pure, masochistic ecstasy.

Seeing her dignity stripped away and replaced with raw, vulgar submission was the most intoxicating thing he had ever witnessed.

Beside him, Jim was a wreck of conflicting emotions. His face was a mask of furious, burning humiliation, his hands gripping his knees so hard his knuckles turned white.

But beneath the anger, his own body betrayed him. The sight of his mother being railed like a slut in front of the entire village sent a jolt of depraved excitement through his veins.

He glanced over and saw his father, Eric, rhythmically stroking himself with that sickening, vacant grin.

The sight pushed Jim over the edge. His breath hitched, his eyes glazing over with a mixture of shame and intense, desperate lust.

Unable to hold back any longer, Jim’s hand darted into his own trousers.

He didn’t last. With only a few frantic, desperate strokes, his pathetic small cock spasmed. He cummed instantly, a tiny, miserable dribble of fluid that barely stained his pants.

The movement hadn’t gone unnoticed. A few of the village elders sitting nearby caught the motion and the sudden, awkward slackening of Jim’s posture.

They glanced over, their eyes widening in disgust and mockery. They saw the wet spot on his trousers and the shameful, glazed look on his face.

Snickers broke out among the men closest to them, sharp, biting laugh that made it clear they knew exactly what the Chief’s son had just done.

Jim’s face turned a violent, burning shade of crimson, his humiliation now absolute as he sat there, exposed and pathetic, while his mother continued to be ruthlessly fucked on the stage.

Kael began to pump her, his rhythm steady and relentless. He slid his middle finger back to her asshole, circling the tight ring until he felt it soften, then he shoved it deep inside.

“Mhhhh… hhhmmmm!” Nana let out a desperate, needy moan. She tried to fight the feeling, but the sheer overload of having his massive cock stretching her pussy while his finger violated her ass was too much for her nerves to handle.

She was dissolving. Kael gripped her wide, firm waist with his free hand, digging his fingers into her skin to anchor her so he could slam his hips against her with maximum force.

The initial agony had finally burned away, replaced by a raw, frantic lust. Both of them were lost in the friction.

Nana stopped trying to hide her reactions, her moans becoming louder and more ragged as she began to grind back against him, meeting every one of his lunges.

Kael didn’t care about the audience anymore; he focused entirely on the heat of her, turning his hips to hit every sensitive spot inside her walls.

He was determined to push her past her limits, giving her the most intense, mind-numbing fucking of her life while he watched her pride shatter into pure, mindless pleasure.

Kael kept pounding into her with a relentless, punishing rhythm.

Nana was a hair’s breadth away from shattering, her body screaming for the release, but Kael was playing a cruel game.

Every time he felt the tell-tale twitching of her vaginal muscles and the tightening of her tunnel—the sign that she was seconds away from an orgasm—he would intentionally slow his pace, dragging out the torture.

Nana was caught in a trap of her own making, caught between agonizing frustration and the kind of blinding, high-level pleasure she hadn’t known existed.

The combined violation of his massive cock buried deep in her pussy and his finger working her asshole was overloading her senses.

She was a sobbing, sweating mess, her lust demanding that he finish the job, while her pride still tried to keep her from begging.

The more she craved the finish, the more she wanted him to just slam into her and break her, but the boy was in total control.

Just as Nana’s mind began to race,

desperately searching for a way to provoke him into going faster, Kael suddenly went still.

Before she could even gasp in protest, he ripped his cock out of her, leaving her suddenly empty and gasping for air on the hard stage floor.