Village Head's Debauchery-Novel



"Yes…. Haaa….. I'm okay," Celeste replied, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. She took a deep breath, savouring the moment before closing her eyes to seek some much-needed rest. The physical exertion had left her feeling drained, yet content.

"I just feel like I can't move any part of my body at all," she confessed, her words carrying a hint of frustration. Despite her best efforts, she struggled to muster the strength to move her limbs, her body seemingly rooted to the spot. However, her fingers retained their dexterity, a small comfort amidst her temporary immobility.

Her gaze drifted downwards to her son, whose skilled hands massaged her breast. Until now, Celeste had always seen Orion's love as that of a loving son and an equal partner, oblivious to any perceived flaws or unattractiveness. However, this kushi had revealed a new aspect of their relationship. It became clear to her that Orion loved not only her as a person, but also cherished her body. The realization was strange and unfamiliar, yet undeniably pleasant.

Though she couldn't fully comprehend the depths of his affection, the knowledge that Orion loved her without discrimination, including her physical unattractiveness, brought a smile to her face. It was a reassurance that she could drift off to sleep with, a contentedness that outweighed the fatigue coursing through her weary body.

Watching his mother drift into a peaceful slumber, Orion couldn't help but shake his head in gentle amusement. Tenderly, he turned her around, cradling her in his arms as he stood up. With a barely audible sound, akin to a soft "Plop," his shaft slipped out of her wet pussy, and he carefully made his way towards the mat, seeking a serene rest to prepare for the day ahead.

Laying her down on the mat, Orion observed as his mother unconsciously turned, her body pivoting to face his sisters on one side while presenting her backside towards him.

Without hesitation, Orion reclined on his mat and instinctively reached for her fleshy inner thighs with his semi-flaccid penis. He delicately manoeuvred his hand between her legs, ensuring not to disrupt her much-needed rest. With a gentle motion, he separated her fleshy inner thighs, creating a pathway for his penis to enter her soft awaiting vagina. Exhaling softly, a sense of contentment washed over Orion as he felt his member slide in smoothly, finding its place of perfect comfort within her tight pussy.

Uncomfortable to some, yet an exquisite bliss to him.

"Ah~~" Celeste let out an unexpected, muffled moan from her slumber before returning to silence. In response, Orion softly whispered, "Good night," as he gently draped his arm over her waist, succumbing to sleep alongside her.

….........

Like the dawning of each day, Orion roused from slumber, anticipating the familiar sensation of his bones creaking and stretching after a vigorous night of exercise. Yet, as he sat up and let lose a hearty yawn, arching his arms behind him for a customary stretch, an unexpected realization struck him. There was no sensation of strain or stiffness; instead, an invigorating wave coursed through his body, leaving him revitalized to an unprecedented degree.

"Well, that's certainly something new," Orion muttered contemplatively as he gingerly rose to his feet. Reflecting on the previous day, when he had experienced heightened energy while fucking Ayla after a gruelling and exhilarating battle in the forest, and later satisfying his mother with another night of unforgettable pleasure, he found it perplexing that it all felt as if it hadn't even transpired, despite sleeping late. It didn't take long for Orion to deduce that this was one of the benefits that came from consuming a Vylkr vine and becoming a warrior.

'Not only that, it's still dark,' Orion thought, peering out through the window of his hut. The morning sun had yet to rise, offering no indication of its imminent arrival. Even though he initially felt as though he had overslept, he had actually awoken early, unburdened by any lingering fatigue or aftereffects from the previous day.

Regardless, with his mother and sisters still peacefully asleep, Orion advanced into their backyard. He retrieved the clay pot, typically used for fetching water, before proceeding to the adjacent room to collect a ripe kalna fruit. Meticulously, he made his way to the door, ensuring its closure before stepping outside, following the path that led him towards the well. Orion knew that Fiona's lingering resentment or her pretence of indifference might persist, but he refused to succumb to defeat and abandon a woman like her in such a manner.

After less than twenty minutes of brisk walking, Orion finally arrived at the well. To his surprise, the area appeared deserted, devoid of any sign of human presence. Frustration crept over him, leading him to massage his forehead while releasing a weary sigh. It dawned on him that he might have arrived too early, even before Fiona. Scanning the surroundings, he found no suitable platform to sit on. Consequently, he approached the well and settled on the ground nearby. He carefully placed his clay pot, still containing the kalna fruit, in front of him.

At least he knew he wouldn't have to wait for long.

Determined to be patient, Orion decided to occupy his time by planning ahead for the day. However, to his surprise, minutes passed by without the sun making its ascent and Fiona failing to arrive.

…......

"At last," Orion exhaled a breath of relief as his gaze fixated on a tall, commanding figure steadily approaching from a distance. Without a single word uttered, he instinctively recognized the figure to be none other than Fiona. "Thirty minutes," he muttered to himself, once again tired by the amount of time he had spent perched upon the earthen ground near the well. And that didn't even account for the moments wasted before meticulously tracking each passing minute.

Nevertheless, now that Fiona had finally made her presence known, he held onto the hope that every minute spent waiting would be worth it, his plans ready to spring into action. With anticipation mounting, he attentively observed her stride towards the well, her right hand effortlessly balancing a large sack with a single handle.