Chapter 87: — End Of the Ceremony.

“Was that all you had in you, kid?” Nana turned around to face him, her chest heaving.

Kael blinked, truly stunned by what he saw. Her face was streaked with dried tears, but for the first time, her eyes held no trace of the usual sneer or reluctance. Instead, a genuine, intoxicating smile played on her lips.

What the fuck?

Kael thought, his mind momentarily blank.

Can half an hour of getting plowed really flip a switch like that?

She looked almost mesmerizing in her raw, exposed state. Seeing the boy’s dumbfounded expression, Nana let out a soft, breathy laugh.

“Fine, I’ll admit it,” she purred, leaning forward. “You actually beat me, kid. But don’t you dare think this is over.”

She was putting on a brave show, forcing a mask of defiance as if she were ready to ride him until the sun came up. But Kael wasn’t buying it.

He could see the way her legs were trembling and how her pussy was still pulsing from the over-stimulation. He knew the truth—if he started hammering her again, she wouldn’t last another ten minutes before she completely fell apart.

“Haha!” Kael laughed, his eyes flashing with renewed intensity.

“Of course not, Miss Nana. I was just getting started, too. But I’m bored of this position. How about you flip over and get on your back for me?”

Nana didn’t waste a single word on a retort; she simply did as she was told.

She rolled over onto the hard wood, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs wide to invite him in.

Kael stepped between her thighs, grabbed her ankles, and hoisted her legs up toward her shoulders.

He lined himself up with her dripping, swollen cunt and shoved his entire length inside in one go.

“Mhhm~!~Ahh~!~Mmhhh~!~Hhm~! ~Ahh~hah~hamm~!”

Nana’s moans erupted in full volume. She had abandoned all pretense of dignity, pride, or respect. She didn’t care who was watching; she only wanted to be fucked into oblivion.

Every time Kael drove his cock deep, he slammed it right against the entrance to her womb, sending waves of pure, electric shock through her entire body.

She needed this release—she needed to wash away every ounce of the bitterness and frustration she’d been harboring for years.

He began a brutal, rhythmic pounding, pulling out until just the tip teased her opening before burying himself to the hilt again.

The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed across the square.

Jim had long since fled, unable to stomach the sight of his mother being so thoroughly broken.

Kael felt a flicker of disappointment that he couldn’t see the Chief’s son squirming, but the crowd more than made up for it.

The villagers were whipped into a frenzy; to them, seeing their boy her son’s age dominate the haughty mistress of the town was a victory for every one of them.

Every time Kael hammered into her, he could hear their wild, guttural cheers rising up, fueling his own aggression as he drove Nana closer and closer to the edge.

As Kael felt Nana’s body begin to convulse, signaling her climax was seconds away, he synced his rhythm with hers.

He drove into her with everything he had left, his hips slamming against her pelvic bone.

Just as she hit the peak, he bent down, his teeth sinking into her sensitive, engorged nipples.

As she shrieked in pure, unadulterated pleasure, her body flooded with milk. Kael drank deep, gulping down the thick, warm fluid as she arched her back, her face twisted in a beautiful, mindless bliss.

With one final, desperate thrust, Kael emptied himself, pumping his hot load deep into her womb.

He collapsed, his dead weight pinning her to the stage.

Nana’s body was still twitching in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She clutched him tightly, her fingers digging into his back, refusing to let him go until the waves of pleasure finally began to recede.

Kael eventually rolled off and managed to pull himself to his feet, panting for air.

Just then, Eric walked onto the stage. He didn’t look angry; he looked almost rejuvenated.

“That was impressive, kid,” Eric chuckled, his voice devoid of any real malice. “I’ll admit, I’ve never been able to make my wife scream like that.”

He stepped closer, placing a heavy hand on Kael’s shoulder, his eyes dropping to where Kael’s massive cock hung, now slowly shrinking back to a resting state.

The sight was enough to silence even the Chief.

Eric looked at the sheer size of the boy’s manhood and realized it was no wonder Nana had been left a sobbing, broken mess; a weapon like that was built to conquer, not just pleasure.

Nana remained sprawled on the floor, her limbs loose and her expression dazed, a soft, vacant smile plastered across her face.

She looked utterly spent, completely disconnected from her former arrogance.

“Take the mistress home and get her a proper bath,” Eric ordered, his tone clinical and detached.

The maids rushed forward, their movements hurried and nervous as they helped Nana to her feet.

She didn’t put up a fight; she barely seemed to register her surroundings.

Before they led her away, she lingered for a split second, casting one last lingering, heavy-lidded look at Kael, as if trying to memorize him before disappearing with the maids toward the mansion.

Kael ignored the lingering stares of the crowd and took a cloth offered by one of the shivering maids.

He wiped himself down, taking a moment to look at his own cock—still heavy and pulsing with the residual heat of the encounter—before tucking himself back into his pants.

As he finished dressing, he caught the eye of the maid who had handed him the rag. He gave her a slow, deliberate wink.

The girl’s face went scarlet, and she turned and bolted, sprinting to catch up with the others toward the estate.

Once he was fully dressed, Kael straightened his posture.

He turned toward the platform where the village elders and Eric sat, offering a mock-respectful bow.

Without waiting for a dismissal, he turned his back on them and walked away, his stride confident and heavy as he left the square behind.

Emily was already gone from the platform when he turned there.

As Kael stepped down from the stage, Amber rushed forward and pulled him into a frantic embrace.

“You scared me to death, child!” Her heart had been racing ever since he first touched the crystal, surviving a dozen ups and downs throughout the chaotic day.

Only now, feeling the solid warmth of her son against her chest, did her breathing finally steady.

“It’s alright, Mom. You worry too much,” Kael said with a reassuring smile, gently easing himself out of her bussom.

Just then, his aunt approached them.

She gave him a soft, warm smile and congratulated him on his high scores, clearly impressed that someone with his common birth had achieved such greatness.

Unlike others, her praise was gentle and sincere.

“I think we should leave now,” Kael suggested. The ceremony had just ended with Eric’s final remarks, and the square was starting to clear. They nodded and headed toward the exit.