"Good girl," he growled.

"Suck it like you mean it, Granny. Show me how much you need your grandson’s cock."

She moaned around him, the vibration shooting straight to his spine. Her free hand slipped between her own thighs, rubbing herself as she worshipped him with her mouth.

AHHH!!!!!

Jake’s head fell back against the cushion, eyes half-lidded in pleasure, but he kept control, pulling her off just as he neared the edge.

"Enough," he said, his voice hoarse.

He hauled her up and spun her around in one smooth motion, bending her over the padded bench seat that served as a narrow couch along the carriage wall. Her skirts were already hiked high; he shoved them higher, exposing her ass and the slick, puffy folds of her cunt.

Without warning, he rammed into her hard from behind.

Gran Rosalinda cried out sharply, the sound raw and loud. She bit down on the edge of her own robe, muffling the scream into the fabric as Jake started pounding her without mercy.

THAP!! THAP!!

ARRHH!! MmmmHH!!!

The wet slap of flesh against flesh mixed with the creak of the carriage and the steady clop of hooves. He gripped her hips bruisingly, driving deep with every brutal thrust, his balls slapping against her clit.

"Take it," he snarled, one hand fisting her braid like reins.

"Take every inch, you clever old slut."

Her legs trembled violently, knees buckling beneath the seat. She pushed back against him anyway, ass rippling with each impact, her muffled moans growing higher and more desperate around the rope clenched between her teeth. Jake reached around to rub her clit roughly, feeling her cunt flutter and clench around his cock.

Right then, movement flickered at the window.

A heavy woolen cloth covered most of the carriage window for privacy, but the carriage’s sway and a sudden rut in the road shifted it just enough.

Eskar’s face appeared in the gap—drawn by some instinct to check on his charge. His eyes widened in pure shock as he took in the scene: Gran Rosalinda bent over the seat, skirts bunched around her waist, Jake slamming into her from behind with raw, animal force. Her silver head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelmed pleasure, robe stuffed in her mouth to stifle screams.

Eskar froze, face going pale, mouth opening in silent panic. He glanced wildly around at the Dragon Maidens riding nearby, then back to the window, clearly torn between them.

Jake met his eyes through the gap without missing a single thrust. He kept fucking Gran Rosalinda hard; the wet sounds were unmistakable now.

A wicked, breathless grin spread across his face as he held Eskar’s gaze.

"What do you want?" Jake asked, voice rough but steady, never slowing his punishing rhythm. Gran Rosalinda whimpered loudly around her robe, her body shuddering as another climax built.

Eskar’s mouth worked soundlessly for a moment before he managed a choked reply, voice barely carrying over the noise.

"We... we’re going to make a stop soon. To rest the horses. A clearing just ahead."

Jake nodded once, still buried deep inside her, grinding slow and filthy for emphasis.

"All right. But you be there and keep everyone else away from the carriage; no one comes near. Understand?"

Eskar’s face burned with embarrassment and something darker—loyalty warring with disbelief.

He wanted to go to Chelsea and tell her what they were doing but he couldn’t do it because he knew what Jake would if he did that.

He gave a jerky nod and pulled back from the window, the cloth falling back into place.

Jake heard him barking quiet orders to the escort, sending the riders and Dragon Maidens further ahead down the road. Soon, only the sound of Eskar’s own horse remained close by, trotting alongside at a respectful but near distance.

Jake laughed low in his throat and resumed ramming Gran Rosalinda with renewed ferocity. He yanked the robe from her mouth and replaced it with two of his fingers, which she sucked on greedily to stay quiet.

"Now you can squeal for me properly," he growled, spanking her ass hard enough to leave a red mark.

"Let Eskar hear what a real man does to his grandmother."

Gran Rosalinda broke completely. Her voice rose into sharp, desperate squeals and moans that she could no longer hold back.

"Jake—Jake—oh gods, harder—please—!"

Her legs gave out entirely, trembling and weak as Jake held her up by the hips and fucked her through another shattering orgasm. Her cunt spasmed wildly around him, gushing down her thighs. Jake’s grip on her only tightened as he continued to thrust into her with unrelenting force, relishing in the sounds of her pleasure. Gran Rosalinda’s body trembled uncontrollably as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations that consumed her.

Jake didn’t stop, pounding her rough and deep, the carriage rocking harder with each thrust.

Outside, Eskar rode alongside in rigid silence. His face was flushed dark, jaw clenched, and eyes fixed straight ahead.

AHHH!! ARRHH!!! MMMHHHH!!!

THAP THAP!!

Every muffled squeal and wet slap from inside the carriage made his shoulders tense. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to spur his horse forward and disappear down the road—anywhere but here, listening to Jake claim the woman who he treated as mother.

She had always been helpful to him, especially when it came to Chelsea. She used to say she liked him, that she wanted him to be with her. But now, seeing her, he felt sick—like he might actually vomit.

And he couldn’t help but wonder why the woman who once hated Jake, who had looked at him like she wanted him dead, was now sleeping with him.

His knuckles were white on the reins, but he stayed exactly where Jake had ordered, guarding the carriage like the loyal shadow he was.

Jake came with a deep groan, flooding Gran Rosalinda again as her body milked him through the last tremors. He stayed buried inside her, panting, one hand stroking her sweat-damp back almost tenderly now.

The carriage rolled on toward the rest stop, the night air cool through the cracked window. Gran Rosalinda slumped boneless against the seat, utterly spent, a small, broken smile on her lips.

Eskar kept riding alongside, silent and tormented, the weight of what he’d seen settling heavy on his shoulders.

The journey to the capital had only just begun and so were his days of hell.