Chapter 30: Chapter 30 : Granny’s Vortex -- Cane and Conquer[1]**
Lyra’s eyes locked on Jax the second the door hissed open. Sharp as tacks under that sweet grandma smile.
She didn’t miss a beat—mid-thrust on the two cocks stuffing her from behind, her hands still jerking the other pair like faulty engine parts. "Back so soon, dear boy? With my bag?" Her voice dripped pure honey, warm and inviting, like she was offering fresh-baked cookies.
But the four men in the corner? They huddled like scared puppies after a thunderstorm. Naked. Sweaty. One clutched his pants like it was his last shred of dignity.
Jax stepped in anyway, ignoring the wild scene slapping him in the face. Handed over the bag. "Here, ma’am. It slipped my mind completely." His eyes darted quick—room reeked of sweat and something desperate.
And there: Lyra’s floral skirt hiked just enough. No panties in sight. Her pussy and ass? Stuffed full. Two cocks buried deep, pumping slow like old bicycles with flat tires.
Schlick. Schlick.
Her wrinkled hands blurred on the other two shafts, pre-cum slicking her knuckles shiny.
She took the bag. Fingers brushed his. Lingered a touch too long. "Such a gentleman, you are. Always thinking of poor old me." The men whimpered soft. One—the professor from orientation gasped mid-thrust, face turning red. "Ma’am... I can’t... keep this up much longer..."
Lyra’s head snapped around. "Hush your whining, you limp noodle! Pound harder, or I’ll shove this cane up your backside and bounce you around the room like a kid’s toy!" She bucked back hard, hips slamming onto the anal cock.
Pah!
The guy yelped, his pace stuttering like a bad engine. "Faster, you lazy slug! Even my morning walk has more kick than this pathetic wiggle!"
Jax froze solid. The bag thudded to the floor. Empty now. ’What the hell? Nicest lady ever? That chat’s still bouncing in my head. But this? She’s a damn tornado in grandma clothes. Four grown men, and she’s bossing them like they’re her personal workout dummies?’ His throat went bone-dry.
Gulp.
Dick twitched without permission his resolve at zero, body still buzzing from Ava’s sloppy reward.
Lyra’s gaze slid back to him. Smile stretched wider. Twisted sweet, but wicked underneath. "Well, well. Fresh meat walks right in. Come closer, dear. Granny’s got a spot just for you." She shoved the men off casual as tossing wrappers.
Schlick. Plop.
Cocks flopped free, spent and dripping. They tumbled into the corner, collapsing in a heap of pants and groans. One muttered low, "Run while you can, kid. She’s the sweetest devil you’ll ever meet it all starts with hugs, ends with your soul on a platter."
She stood slow. Cane tapped the floor.
Crack.
Skirt dropped neat, but her blouse? Buttons strained tight over those sagging tits. "Pants off, boy. Granny’s feeling a little lonely down there, and only a young spark like yours can fix it right." Her voice flipped—sweet chatter to rough gravel. Eyes burned hungry, but she said it with that same warm tilt, like asking for a hug.
Jax backed up fast. Bumped the desk.
Thud.
Papers flew everywhere. "Ma’am... I... got this ceremony thing. Reporters waiting." But she? Didn’t wait. Her hands darted out—grabbed his zipper. Zzzip. Cock sprang free—seven inches thick, veined and ready from Zinnia’s quest boost. Still slick from Ava’s leftovers. Throbbing hard.
Lyra’s laugh rolled out, deep and rattling. "Pss. Would you look at that beast? Bigger than all my old husbands put together and twice as eager to play." She lunged forward. Pinned him flat on the desk.
Creak.
Skirt hiked up quick. No teasing, no prep. She sank down. Shhk. Her pussy swallowed him whole hot and loose from the warmup, but clamping like a warm trap. "Ahhh... there we go. Real fire at last, not those sad little sparks."
Pah. Pah.
She rolled her hips slow and steady. Owned every inch of the pace.
Tits flopped lazy under the blouse, gray nipples poking out like they had a grudge. Jax groaned low. "Nngh... damn, that’s tight." But his body? Total wreck. Post-race crash, post-Ava swallow. His thrusts came weak—clumsy little jabs that barely registered.
She yawned big and fake, covering her mouth polite. "Tssk. Feels like humping a pillow in a dream. Harder, you sweet thing, or I’ll tie you up and use you as my personal rocking chair!" The men snickered from their heap in the corner. One piped up: "Classic start. Just wait for the spin cycle." Another: "Yeah, next she’ll ask for sugar in her coffee while draining you dry."
[+Devotion Point +1]
Jax’s arms burned hot already. Five minutes in, sweat poured off him. He pushed up—pah—but she ground down harder, smothering the effort. Blouse popped another button.
One tit spilled free, heavy and swaying. She pinched the nipple herself, twisting light. "Mmm... oh, yawn. My late husband could go longer after a big holiday meal and a nap."
[+Devotion Point +1]
Ten minutes dragged. His legs shook bad. Vision spotted fuzzy.
[Total Devotion Points: 56]
Barely a trickle. Lyra just glowed bored, not even breaking a fresh sweat. "Hand me my tea over there, boy? It perks me up way better than this gentle nudge you’re giving."
Laughter bubbled from the corner husks. Jax’s chest heaved like bellows. ’Fuck me sideways. Two nuts down already today, and she’s treating me like a warm-up stretch. This woman’s a black hole with manners.’
Then Ding.
[◈ QUEST ALERT: Conquer Granny ◈]
[Objective: Fuck Granny for 2 hours straight.]
[Side Quest: Make the unbreakable beg for mercy. Reward: Dick Size +1 Inch.]
[Main Reward: Legendary Gacha Spin]
Jax’s brain short-circuited. ’Two hours? With my tank on empty? She’d grind me to dust and knit a scarf from the bits. Those four tapped out like pros in a nap contest. Time for a genius hack: shop dive.’
[Shop.]
He scanned fast, eyes locking on the reset.
[Body Reset: Revert to peak fresh state—full recovery, no fatigue carryover. 30 DP.] ’Lets do Quantity two’
[Purchase x2 Confirmed. DP Deducted: 60.]
[Total DP: 0]
Heat flooded in. Muscles unwound loose and springy. Energy hit like a full night’s sleep crammed into seconds—raw, buzzing clean. Breath evened out. Eyes sharpened. ’Bankrupted again. But fresh as day one? Game on. She’s about to learn.’
Lyra paused her bounce. Brow arched curious. "Oho. Feel that little kick? Finally waking up in there?" Jax’s hands snapped to her hips—iron clamp. Flipped her smooth.
Thud.
Desk groaned loud. Now she sprawled flat, legs kicked wide. Wrinkles bunched wild. The men gasped from the corner. "Holy crap... he’s actually turning the tables? Oh.. I forgot for a minute who is he up with".
"My turn now, Granny." Jax grinned sharp, all teeth. Slammed back in. Pah! Buried to the hilt. No warm-up. Her gasp cracked real for the first time. "Nngh! Boy, easy—"
Pah-pah-pah!