Night had fallen over Kattegat, the sky bck as tar, and I was holed up in the little shitbox boat I’d sailed in on. I was getting ready to meet Yuki, but fuck making myself pretty—I’m already a damn good-looking bastard. I just spshed some cold water on my face from a bucket, scrubbing off the day’s grime, and called it good. Normally, I’d have my axe with me—hell, I even sleep with that beauty—but I wanted Yuki to see me as harmless, some trustworthy schmuck she could open up to. So I ditched the axe, tucked a dagger into my boot where she wouldn’t spot it, and grabbed a bottle of mead in my hand to py the friendly part.

  I trudged across to the far shore, the damp sand sucking at my boots, and there she was—Yuki, her long bck hair tied back with a rag, her brown eyes glinting in the torchlight. She was hunched over, scrubbing a massive warship, its hull streaked with old blood and grime. Sweat poured off her, soaking her tight tunic, clinging to her fat body—her big tits and thick ass outlined like a fucking tease. My cock sprang up hard, straining against my pants, and I cursed under my breath. "Fuck me, why didn’t I drag Emily along to drain this cum from my balls?" I growled to myself. Jerking off never did shit for me, and now I was stuck here, horny as a rutting stag, watching this GILF scrub away, her every move making my dick ache worse.

  I swaggered up to the warship, the damp wood creaking under my boots, and called out, "Hey, Yuki, me again." She gnced over, her brown eyes catching the torchlight, and fshed a tired smile. "You really came? For a trader, you’ve got a lot of time—guess you don’t have a wife, huh?" she teased, her voice light despite the sweat dripping down her face. I didn’t find it funny—maybe my humor’s too fucking dark—but I let out a dry, sarcastic chuckle anyway. My eyes slid to the ships, looming like giants, way bigger than anything my cn had. "This the leader’s boat?" I asked, pying dumb. She shook her head, scrubbing harder at a bloodstain. "Nah, just a regur one—nothing special."

  I frowned, my gut twisting. If this was a normal ship, hitting them by sea was a pipe dream—I’d figured as much, just needed her to confirm it. A siege from the inside was our only shot to gut the Snake Cn. Snapping back to her, I shrugged. "Sharpening bdes doesn’t pay much," I said, keeping my Skarnulf act tight. She didn’t look up, just kept washing, her fat tits jiggling under her soaked tunic. "Hang in there—green shoots’ll come," she replied, her voice steady, not missing a beat with that rag. I watched her for a second—60 years old, this gorgeous Asian GILF sving away on some bastard’s boat—and it pissed me off. I grabbed a spare rag from the deck, dunked it in the water, and started scrubbing beside her. When I’m king, the only thing Yuki’s cleaning every day is my cock, wiping the cum off with that sweet mouth of hers.

  Yuki gnced over at me, her brown eyes softening with a grateful smile as I scrubbed alongside her. In a fucking fsh, we’d finished cleaning—my future warships, once I rip this pce from the Snake Cn’s guts. She wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, her bck hair sticking to her skin, and turned to me. "Thanks, Skarnulf—I don’t know how to repay you," she said, her voice tired but warm. I grinned, leaning in a bit. "Maybe you can. How about getting me a gig as a cook in the cn hall?" She arched a brow, smirking. "You, a cook? You’re no woman—but wait, I think tomorrow they’re looking for escorts for the leader’s wife, Asug, Princess of Gotnd."

  I smirked back—fucking jackpot. Luck was riding my dick tonight. That was all the intel I needed from her: a way inside, close to the leader’s woman. Time to push it further. "Good to know. One more favor, then," I said, casual as hell. She tilted her head. "What’s that?" "I’d like to eat at your pce," I shot back, my eyes flicking to her fat tits still straining that soaked tunic. She smiled, a little shy. "I only cook food from my homend—not much variety." I shrugged, grinning wider. "Beats chewing stale bread." She ughed, a soft sound, and nodded. "Alright, come on then," she said, turning to lead me toward her house, her thick ass swaying with every step, begging to be grabbed.

  We rolled up to Yuki’s pce—a cute little shack, small but tidy, the kind of spot that smelled like fish and old wood. As I stepped inside, a kid bolted out, freezing when he saw me. He looked like Yuki—same bck hair, brown eyes—but younger, maybe 30, with a mix of western sharpness and some Asian edge. A mestizo, no doubt—her son, my future hijastro. He gred at me, hate in his eyes, and barked at Yuki in what sounded like Japanese—shit, I’d watched enough Bleach and JoJo’s in my old life as Luke to catch the vibe. Every sentence ended with a goofy "gozaru," like some samurai wannabe. They jabbered back and forth, and when they finished, he gave me a pissed-off bow, switching to Norse. "Pleasure’s mine. I’m Tadabaka—thanks for helping my mother," he said, his tone dripping with annoyance. I fshed a fake-friendly grin. "No big deal, kid."

  We sat down to eat, and holy fuck—it was bugs. Crunchy little bastards piled next to a scoop of rice. I stared at the pte, my gut twisting, but Yuki smiled at me, all sweet and shit. "Eat it all," she said, her eyes daring me. I swallowed hard, shoved it down my throat—crunching through legs and wings—and fuck me, it wasn’t half bad. My taste buds must be deader than a corpse; still, I’d kill for a KFC drumstick. When I polished it off, Yuki slid over a weird liquor, a fucking lizard floating in the bottle. Tadabaka grabbed a cup too, and we locked eyes—game on. We chugged, the burn hitting like a fist, and I pyed it up, swaying like I was trashed. Tada outsted me, smirking as I slumped to the floor, muttering, "Gotta… get my boat…"

  Tada passed out on the table, head thudding down, while Yuki, barely buzzed, stayed awake.

  She dumped me on the creaky mattress, her breath hitching as she straightened up. Her eyes snagged on something—my cock, rock-hard and bulging through my pants, a massive fucking tent. Inside, she was thinking, He’s erect—so big, so firm. Been ages since I’ve seen one like that. Her hand crept out, sneaky as hell, and grabbed it through the fabric, feeling the heat pulsing off me, thick and heavy even clothed. I wasn’t drunk—fuck no, I’m a hardcore drinker—this was all a game to get her hands on me. I cracked my eyes open, faking a groggy stir. "Emily?" I mumbled, like I was still wasted and confused. "You wanna fuck now?" I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. Her face flushed red as blood, shame burning in her wide stare, her hand still gripping my dick.