Village Head's Debauchery



"PAHH~~" Orion withdrew his waist, feeling the forceful clenching of Grandma Derry's vagina. He muttered under his breath, "Damn!" before succumbing to the inevitable pull and diving back into her pussy with a vibrant, "PAAHH~~".

"aHHH~~~ Uhhhh~~~" Grandma Derry's moans echoed through the air as her body sank deeper into the support of the makeshift fence. Orion effortlessly held her leg forward, allowing him to continue his relentless fucking with ease. With each withdrawal and fierce thrust, Grandma Derry's moans grew louder and more uninhibited.

Suddenly, a whisper tickled her ears, causing her to shiver with a mixture of pleasure and caution. "Grandma Derry, all I ask is for you to moan softly. Unless you want Miss Lyra or Grandma Vivian to see your current state," Orion playfully warned, his waist never ceasing its rhythmic movements. In fact, he increased the pace, causing Grandma Derry's soaked and dripping pink lips to be stirred and filled to the brim with his raging penis.

"PAH~~" "pah~~~" "mmmHHH~~" 

Inwardly, as Grandma Derry attempted to suppress her moans, her thoughts raced with realization. She had been fixated on the wrong things all this time. Orion's touch, his skilful movements, and the way he amazingly cooled down her wet body ignited a craving within her that surpassed her initial expectations. 

It wasn't just about the pleasure of having Orion's semen deep inside her womb; she now craved his presence, his penis, and the relationship they had. So, the mere thought of being alone for an extended period of time without attempting to reinsert his throbbing penis inside her vagina seemed unimaginable.

"Pahh~~" "pAHH~~" "pahhh~~~"

"Mhhhh~~" "ahhhh~~~ Mhhhhmm~~"

'How…. how can a penis feel so delicious?' Grandma Derry's mind was consumed by the overwhelming sensation as she experienced Orion's penis growing increasingly hot. It expanded within her already tightly clenched vagina, causing her inner walls to stretch and widen dramatically. 

Suddenly, a surge of liquid erupted from his scorching penis, forcefully tearing through her insides, only to gradually subside as it delved deeper, finding solace within the confines of her womb.

And to her surprise, Grandma Derry felt every inch of it, her wet hole clenching tightly around Orion's stiff penis, coaxing even more pleasure from him. Orion, who thought he was already finished, couldn't help but mutter, "Fuck!" under his breath as he felt his throbbing member being squeezed relentlessly. Every last drop of his semen escaped, causing his body to collapse onto Grandma Derry's, his hands instinctively gripping the side of her ass cheeks for support. 

In the aftermath, he delicately traced his fingers along her drooling pussy lips, still connected to his engorged penis.

After a few seconds, Orion could sense Grandma Derry's body trembling fiercely. Suddenly, she threw her head back against the makeshift fence, accompanied by a surge of liquid that engulfed his shaft. With a satisfied smile, Orion observed the ripples of pleasure washing over her as Grandma Derry's breaths became erratic and sharp. 

Finally, she collapsed her head onto his shoulder, seemingly surrendering to the overwhelming sensations, rendering her momentarily unconscious.

Witnessing the reaction he had caused, Orion quickly wrapped his hand around Grandma Derry's waist once more, applying gentle pressure. With his other hand, he playfully tapped her cheeks, causing a slight shiver to course through her body. "Grandma Derry," he whispered, tapping her once more, this time allowing his middle finger to glide against her labia.

"MMhhhmm~~" 

A soft, muffled moan escaped her lips, causing her body to jolt before slipping back into unconsciousness, melting into Orion's arms once again. Orion sighed, contemplating his next move and pondering how to proceed from this point onward.

After all, Orion's plans to stimulate one final release from Grandma Derry before taking a break, having their baths, and heading back into the hut to meet Miss Lyra and Grandma Vivian had completely backfired on him.

"Haaaaaa..." Orion released a deep, audible breath, realizing that Grandma Derry's desire for him went beyond the need for his semen. She would always yearn for his touch, seeking him out whenever she had an insatiable itch that demanded his attention.

"CLAPP! PAHH!" He slapped her left protruding ass cheeks and gave it a firm squeeze before releasing his grip.

Yeah, Orion didn't have any regrets about his actions.

…...

The Farm

"What do you mean?" Mrs Shani asked, her gaze sweeping across the other Caretakers in the room. Having carefully listened to everything they had shared with her, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. The information was so astounding that she found herself questioning her own perception, wondering how she was still able to remain seated among them, amidst the shocking revelations.

"What is there not to understand?" Caretaker Ivor, the old man who appeared to be in his sixties but was actually ninety-seven years old, leaned forward and fixed a piercing gaze on Mrs Shani. His words carried a weight of wisdom and experience as he continued, "While I acknowledge that Hrok saw potential in you due to your previous farm management experience, being a caretaker requires more than just practical skills. It demands a strong mental fortitude. If you feel unprepared for this responsibility, I suggest stepping down and relinquishing your position as a caretaker."

"However, I must emphasize that whatever you have heard here today must remain a solemn secret, bound by an oath to never disclose it to anyone, including your partner, children, friends, or family, in the name of Naka."

Meanwhile, as the man's words echoed in the room, Mrs Shani's face twisted into a deep frown. After years of tireless effort and earning numerous promotions, she had finally secured her place among the esteemed Caretakers. How could she willingly give up a position she had fought so hard to achieve?

Still….. 

"I apologize for not expressing my words properly, Caretaker Ivor," showing respect to the elderly man who had been caring for the farm for longer than she had and was the oldest among the Caretakers in the room, excluding the retired Caretaker Hrok. 

"But..." she continued, carefully framing her question, "are you suggesting that all this time, the children..... the newborn babies who were declared dead because they couldn't withstand the strain of birth, were actually given sleeping poisons to stop their hearts and then taken away to be fed to the Vylkr vines?"