As women rode Eren—one after another—his breath grew shallow. Moans filled the air, skin slapped against skin.
And from the edge of the street…
The village chief arrived.
A man of short stature, hunched slightly with age, his long white beard trailing down his chest. He leaned on a polished cane.
At each side stood two women—tall, slim, with tight curves and soft, impassive faces.
Behind him, armored soldiers marched in silence. The sound of metal boots on ground echoed.
"What in the gods' name is happening here?"
The village chief—Wuluf, a weathered man in his sixties—stepped forward, stroking his white beard as he squinted at the chaotic scene before him.
Two of his armored escorts moved swiftly past, passing through the haze of moans and sweat. Without hesitation, they seized the writhing women off Eren's body—pulling them away from his cock, from his mouth, from his limbs—and tossed them aside with rough shoves.
Wuluf's cane tapped the ground.
"So this boy's treating you all to a public fuck?"Pressing on the word:"And..."
He leaned closer, gaze narrowing.
"I made myself clear, didn't I?" Wuluf growled."The boy stays here. But he was not to fuck any of the women. That was the condition for letting him stay in this village at all."
"So why is this boy fucking every woman in the village—without my permission?"
Wuluf jabbed a finger toward his nearest soldier.
"Get him up."
A burly soldier stepped forward and grabbing Eren by the shoulder.
"Fuck off."Eren snapped
In one sudden motion, he seized the soldier's neck, pulling the throat out. The man's eye bulged, blood spattering everywhere.
Wuluf's eyes went wide. "Why you—!" he barked, fury cracking the syllables. "Kill this boy. Now."
The soldiers burst forward—nearly a dozen—rushing out of Wuluf's side.
Eren stood his ground.
"One night," Eren screamed, voice loud—unwavering"Just one night. I'll let you do whatever the fuck you want with me."His eyes narrowed, locking onto the oncoming onslaught."But you kill those soldiers. Right now."
A beat of silence.
The soldiers scoffed. One of them spat to the side."What, you think we're interested in a brat like you?"
Eren smirked.
"Not you."
His eyes shifted—to the side.Women lay sprawled—sweaty, breathless. Some having fingers buried between their own thighs, others had their tongues shoved into each other's holes, as they only watched Eren with wild, hungry eyes.
"Them."
Eren let the word hang—
Before the soldiers could scoff or even raise a retort—
"Aaaaaa!"The scream tore through the square.
The women surged forward.More than triple the soldiers' number.
The armored men barely had time to react.
"Wha—?!" one gasped, too late.
They were already swarmed.
These weren't helpless villagers. These were women who'd patrolled the wild edge of the village for long—hunted, fought, survived. Their bodies were flexible, calloused, scarred, honed by the grind of survival.
They leapt.
Grabbing spears.Ripping shields from stunned hands.Tearing armor loose.
One woman roared as she snapped a soldier's arm back—bone cracking like dry wood—then flung the torn limb high into the air.Another tore out a man's throat as he tried to pull away—his mouth gurgling in endless blood.
Limbs flew.Armor clanged.
The soldiers collapsed to the ground—bloodied and broken.
Some missing one arm, while others—missing both.One twitched on the ground, jaw completely torn off.Another's head — yanked clean—body still spasming where it knelt.
Eren just smirked.
"What do you say now, Village Chief Wuluf?"
Wuluf staggered back, eyes wide with disbelief."You—You're going to pay for this. Big time."
He turned, trying to run—Leaving his women behind.
"Catch him."Eren voiced.
The women lunged—chasing him down in seconds.
They tackled him to the dirt.One slamming him onto his stomach, pinning him flat.
Eren stepped up, naked and breathing calm.
"Now..."He voiced."What do you say?"
The women kept him pressed to the ground, his white beard smeared with dirt.
Eren's voice dipped cold.
"What do you want me to do with you now, village chief Wuluf?"
Eren asked, as Wuluf only had perspiration flowing from his temples.
"The kingdom—The court—The whole civilians—they'll all protest. They won't let a sideline village like yours let a person of my standing fall to my knees—and obviously, not by these thick animals.They won't let you protest for these thick masses of flesh."
The woman slammed his head to the ground—crashing it.A trickle of blood flowed from his forehead, as Eren only voiced—
"Wait. We've a use for him—for now."
"To bargain against the kingdom? To let us go?" the woman asked.
"No."Eren's lips curled into a smirk as he grabbed the chief's women by the chins—one hand on each—his fingers pressing into their breasts as they looked away, eyes full of unwillingness.
"If they..." Eren voiced,"Provide a good enough fellatio for me, then maybe—maybe I could think about letting you go."
The other women tried to protest, but Eren cut in.
"Don't worry. You'll get what you were promised.And also..."His words hung, as he smiled—wide.
"You'll get freedom."
The other women only looked at him as he tore through the skinny women's clothes from the outside, her bra small and tight against her chest, coming into view.
Eren only scoffed."You guys aren't even good enough to give me a boob job."
"What's that?" one woman asked from the side.
"Come here," he said.
The woman—naked, her large breasts hanging in front of her—moved closer, her breasts swaying with each step.
As she neared, Eren grabbed onto her.
He yanked her breasts down, forcing her to her knees.Then, with no hesitation, he slammed her tits down onto his massive, veiny cock—crushing the warm, heavy mounds against his shaft.
"Now," he growled, "put it between those fat milkers of yours—press them tight and slide it."
"L-Like this?" the woman stammered, lowering herself as she wrapped her soft, heavy breasts around his cock—pressing them inward until the thick shaft vanished between the mounds of flesh.
She began to move—up and down, slowly—her tits stroking along his length. Each pass brought his scent closer to her face, the musk so strong it made her pussy drip, running down her thighs with every grind.
"That's right," he muttered, eyes locked onto her.
Then, without warning, he shoved her aside—casually, without caring.
"The ones who can do that," he said with a cold smirk, "are my favorites."
The women on either side suddenly turned downward, comparing their breasts to the one Eren had just used.
"Mine! Mine's bigger—look, Eren!"
"No, mine—mine's softer, you like that, don't you?"
They shouted over each other, voices desperate, fingers squishing their tits together in a frantic display.
But their cries came to a sudden dead halt.
"Enough," he snapped. "I only said that for future reference."
He exhaled—calm, bored."I like cunts. And boobs. That's all."
His gaze drifted lazily to the two bare women standing in front of him—each still wearing their bras, hand pressed tight in a feeble attempt to hide for their modesty.
"What are you even trying to hide?" Eren scoffed."You've got nothing there."