Two fuckin’ weeks had crawled by since I hacked my old man Ragnar to pieces and that goddamn dragon turned Ve?y into a fming shithole. The losses were brutal—half the vilge was gone, roasted alive or smashed under burning rubble, their screams still echoing in my head some nights. The fields were fucked, nothing but ash and ruined dirt, and the animals—cows, pigs, chickens—were damn near wiped out, leaving us with barely a scrap to eat. We could only feed a piss-poor chunk of what was left of the vilge, and even that was stretching it. Me, I was fine—still standing, still hard as steel. Ketill and Eldrid pulled through too, tough bastards that they are. My mother—now my second wife—Líf was holding up, her fat tits and ass still a feast for my eyes despite the shitstorm. And my GILF slut Emily, that wrinkled old hag, was alive too, tougher than her saggy skin let on.

  It was night now, the vilge quiet except for the crackle of a few fires still smoldering in the ruins. We were holed up in my house, the only pce left with solid stone walls and timber beams that hadn’t burned to shit. I’d gathered a council around a big, scarred table in the main room—me, Ketill, Eldrid, and Líf, the only fuckers I could count on in this wrecked heap of a vilge. The air was heavy with the stink of ash and sweat, the dim glow of torches throwing shadows across the walls. A pathetic spread sat in front of us—stale bread, some stringy meat scraps, and watered-down mead, the best we could scrape together. We’d lost damn near everything, and now it was on me, the new leader, to figure out how to drag this cn out of the ashes. Everyone’s eyes were locked on me, waiting, the silence thick as mud.

  Truth be told, I hadn’t thought of jack shit, but I winged it. "If this keeps up, we’re fucked," I said, my voice cutting through the heavy silence around the table. "We need to haul ass outta here, find somewhere else." The room went dead quiet, their faces frozen—Líf still gutted from losing her husband, Ketill and Eldrid shell-shocked from their parents getting torched by that dragon. Their morale was dogshit, and it pissed me off. I shot up from my chair, smmed my fist on the table—wood groaning under the hit—and bellowed, "We can’t just sit here like fucking losers all day! We’re the first ones who’ve gotta get up—we’re Vikings! If we stay here starving, we’ll never make it to Valhal!" Líf gred at me, her eyes spitting hate. "So what the hell do you pn to do?" she snapped, her voice sharp as a bde.

  I grinned, slow and said. "Kattegat." Their eyes popped wide—Ketill’s jaw dropped, Eldrid’s breath hitched, and Líf’s face went sck. Kattegat was fucking gold: big crops, fat herds, everything we needed to rebuild, or so I’d heard. It was held by the Snake Cn, a pack of bastards outnumbering us, but I didn’t give a shit. "We’ll siege it," I said, ying out the pn—hit ‘em hard, take it all. They stared, stunned, but nodded—Ketill with a grunt, Eldrid with a tight shrug, Líf just gring. "We’ll figure it out tomorrow," I barked, ending it. Ketill and Eldrid shuffled out, leaving me alone with Líf at the table.

  I stepped over and put a hand on her shoulder. She jerked it off hard, still fuming that I’d killed her husband—my father—in that dirty duel. "Do not force you to go to the marriage bed out of respect for Ragnar's death, my little kitten," I said, smirking. That st word—kitten—set her off. It was Ragnar’s sweet little nickname for her, and she snapped, lunging from her chair to smack me across the face, her hand cracking against my cheek. I didn’t flinch—grabbed her wrists and smmed her to the floor, pinning her under me. She thrashed, but I ripped at her dress, tearing it open, her fat tits spilling out, her belly thicker with new rolls. "Fuck, ou must’ve loved Ragnar very much to get so fat because of his depression," I snarled, yanking her skirt off, leaving her naked and squirming.

  She gred up, pure hate in her eyes, but my cock was already rock-hard, pulsing with need. I shoved my pants down, forced her thick thighs apart, and rammed into her cunt with one brutal thrust—no warning, no warmup. She gasped, her body jerking as I buried myself deep, her tight walls clenching around me. I fucked her hard, my hips pounding her fat ass into the cold stone, the wet sp of flesh echoing through the hall. She fought at first, cwing at my arms, her nails drawing blood, but I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, smming in deeper, my balls smacking her thighs. Her massive tits bounced wild, sweat beading on her skin as I drilled her, the table rattling nearby from the force.

  Her grunts shifted, turning into low, unwilling moans, her pussy slicking up fast, dripping wet despite her hate. I flipped her over, shoving her face into the floor, her fat ass up as I smmed back into her from behind, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. The stone scraped her knees raw, her flesh jiggling with every savage thrust, and her moans grew louder, her body betraying her. I reached under, rubbing her clit rough, my fingers slick with her juices, and she bucked hard, a choked cry muffled against the floor as she came, her cunt squeezing my cock like a vise, soaking me with her release. I kept going, stretching her wider, her ass spping against my pelvis, her juices dripping down her thighs.

  I yanked her up by her blue hair, bending her back as I hammered into her, my free hand squeezing her tit, twisting her nipple until she whimpered. Her body shook, her moans desperate now, and I flipped her again, onto her back, spreading her legs wide as I climbed over her. I thrust deep, hitting her core, her fat rolls trembling as I fucked her senseless, her pussy a sloppy mess of cum and sweat. She came again, her eyes rolling back, her hands cwing the floor as her cunt spasmed, gushing around me. I didn’t stop—kept pounding, dragging out her pleasure until her moans were raw, broken whimpers, her body giving in to shit Ragnar never gave her.

  I couldn’t hold it anymore. With a feral growl, I smmed in one st time and unloaded, thick, hot streams of cum bsting into her cunt, filling her up as I kept thrusting, my seed spilling out around my shaft. "We’re gonna have a baby, you slut," I snarled, my voice rough with triumph as I ground into her. She shuddered, limp beneath me, panting hard between gasps and said: "We never should’ve adopted you—you’re the fucking devil," she rasped, her voice weak but venomous. I ughed, loud and cruel, pulling out with a wet squelch. "Too te now, bitch."

  Still horny as hell, I stood, cock dripping, and headed to the bedroom for round two with Emily. But when I kicked the door open, she was bent over the bed, naked, puking her guts into a bucket, her fat ass quivering. "What the fuck?" I muttered, stepping closer. Then Líf appeared behind me, still naked, her body slick with sweat and cum. She brushed past, knelt by Emily, and pressed a hand to her belly, her touch gentle despite the hate in her eyes. "She’s pregnant," Líf said, gring up at me, her voice cold as ice. I froze, my cock twitching as it sank in—my GILF slut was knocked up with my kid.