I was getting tired of the pompous bullshit, so I cut to the chase. I stood up from the floor, I stared straight at King Robert and spoke in his pristine English, my voice rough but clear. "We’re here as intermediaries. My father, Ragnar, says you let the ships of Count Normandy, under King Theophile, pass through your nds to reach a new, uninhabited isnd for resources." Robert raised a brow, his diamond-crusted crown glinting as he leaned forward. "And what’s in it for me?" he asked, his tone sharp. I parroted what Ragnar had drilled into me: "King Theophile’ll reward you with gold if you let his ships through." Robert scratched his graying beard, eyes narrowing. "How much gold?" he pressed. "Three thousand five hundred gold coins," I shot back, keeping my face stony. His eyes popped wide, and a greedy grin split his face. "Very well, deal done," he said, cpping his hands like a kid who’d just won a prize. "Tell your king he’s got permission to pass through my nds." Then he waved over the blonde prick with green eyes—Eric, apparently—whose smug face I still wanted to cave in with my axe. "Eric, take these men to the baths so they can clean up," Robert ordered. Eric’s eyes burned with hate, but he nodded stiffly. "Yes, Father," he muttered, confirming what I’d guessed—they were father and son. Robert stood, his fancy robes swishing, and strode out through a side door, leaving us with the asshole knight. Eric led us out of the throne room, his boots clicking on the marble floor as we followed him through the pace’s winding corridors. I kept my eyes peeled, catching glimpses of servants and noble dies—young, curvy, with tight dresses showing off their tits and asses. They flinched as we passed, our stench of sea salt, blood, and sweat cshing with their perfumed air. But I didn’t give a fuck about them. My cock was still soft until Eric stopped dead in front of someone blocking the hall. I craned my neck to see who it was, and holy shit—there she was, a GILF straight out of my wet dreams. A woman, maybe 70, with short white hair and piercing blue eyes, stood there in a flowing white dress. She was fat, her body thick with years of piled-on flesh, her massive tits straining against the fabric and her enormous ass jiggling as she shifted. My cock went rock-hard in my pants instantly. Fuck, I was getting horny as hell. Eric spoke to her, his tone softening. "Grandmother," he said, and they started chatting. So this was Amelia, Robert’s mother, the king’s goddamn grandma. She shot us a sideways gnce, her blue eyes dripping with disgust, but I couldn’t care less. All I could think about was how I’d leave this kingdom with my dick buried in a high-css GILF. When they finished talking, Eric waved us onward, leading us to a giant bath chamber—two massive rooms with steaming stone tubs, connected by a short hallway. "Two rooms," he said curtly, then fucked off, leaving us alone. We split up quick. Eldrid grabbed my hand, her fingers tight around mine, and smirked. "I want to sleep with you, Asvald," she purred, batting her shes. I groaned inwardly—snap went my patience. This chick still didn’t get it: her firm tits and tight ass did nothing for me; I was all about the old hags. My cock was throbbing from seeing Amelia, and I needed to deal with it. "No need," I snapped, yanking my hand free. "You’re with Ketill in the other room. That’s an order." Her face fell, disappointment clouding her eyes, but she nodded and shuffled off with Ketill trailing behind her like a kicked dog. Once they were gone, I turned to Emily, alone with me now. I grabbed her fat, sagging ass hard, my fingers sinking into her flesh through her ragged tunic. "Let’s hit the baths quick, you old slut," I growled, my voice low and urgent. "That king’s grandma’s got me so fucking horny, I need you to milk my cock right now." I didn’t wait for her to answer—I yanked my pants down right there in the hallway, my massive dick springing free, pulsing and thick with need. Emily’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and timidity flickering across her wrinkled face, but she didn’t resist. She grabbed my cock with her bony hand, her grip shaky but firm, and nodded. "Yes, master," she whispered, her voice trembling as she gave in to me again. Once we were alone in the bath chamber, I didn’t waste a fucking second. I grabbed Emily by her bony arm and dragged her into the adjacent bedroom, shoving her onto a massive, plush bed that screamed luxury—silk sheets, carved wooden frame, the kind of shit I’d never seen in Ve?y. She hit the mattress with a soft thud, her frail body sinking into the cushions. I tore at her tattered rags, ripping them off with both hands, the fabric shredding like dry leaves. Her wrinkled skin spilled out—sagging tits, fat rolls, and that hairy white bush between her legs. She didn’t resist, just y there trembling, her blue eyes wide with that mix of fear and submission I’d come to expect from her.

  My cock was already rock-hard from thinking about Amelia, that high-css GILF, so I yanked my pants off and climbed on top of Emily, shoving her legs apart. I smmed my dick into her old cunt with one brutal thrust, no warning, no warmup. She gasped, her body jolting as I filled her, her tight, dry pussy stretching around my thick shaft. "Fuck," I grunted, pounding into her hard, the bed creaking under us like it might snap. Emily started moaning—low, shaky sounds at first, then louder as I fucked her deeper, her sagging tits bouncing wildly. The bedframe groaned, already straining from my force, and I could hear the wood splintering beneath the silk. Her moans got too loud, too desperate, and I didn’t want Ketill or Eldrid hearing this shit from the other room. I cmped my hand over her mouth, muffling her cries, her hot breath wetting my palm as I kept ramming into her.

  She tried to hold it in, her muffled whimpers vibrating against my hand, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy got wetter, slick with her juices, and her hips twitched like she couldn’t help but want it. "You old slut," I growled, smming harder, the bed cracking louder with every thrust. Her eyes rolled back, her moans choking behind my grip, and I felt her cunt clench around me as she came, her frail frame shaking under me. That sent me over the edge. With a savage groan, I buried my cock balls-deep and unloaded, thick ropes of hot cum flooding her pussy, spilling out around my shaft as I kept pumping until every drop was inside her. The bed finally gave out, one leg snapping with a loud crack, tilting us sideways as I pulled out, my dick slick with her wetness and my seed.

  I wasn’t done with her yet. I hauled her up by the arm, her legs wobbling as cum dripped down her thighs, and dragged her naked into the giant bath chamber. The tub was massive, steaming with hot water that shimmered under the torchlight. I stepped in, the heat stinging my skin, and shoved Emily down into the middle. "Get on your knees, you hag," I ordered, standing over her as the water pped at her waist. She obeyed, sinking to her knees, her fat ass sticking up. I grabbed my cock, still half-hard, and let loose a thick, yellow stream of piss right onto her face. The hot jet hit her hard, soaking her white hair and running down her wrinkled cheeks, pooling in her open mouth as she gasped in shock. Her blue eyes popped wide, stunned, staring up at me through the piss dripping off her shes.

  In Ve?y, pissing on someone like this meant something—a marriage bond, a cim sealed in the old ways. Emily sputtered, wiping her face as the stream slowed, and croaked, "Is it true? Does this mean…?" I smirked, shaking the st drops off my cock. "Yeah, you’re my first wife now, part of my harem," I said, my voice rough with amusement. Her body glistened, soaked in my piss, and she licked her lips, tasting it as she processed what I’d said. "I accept," she whispered, her voice shaky but resolute, her eyes locked on mine. I ughed, a deep, guttural sound that echoed off the stone walls. "You don’t get to refuse the leader of the Bck Sea Cn, you old bitch," I shot back. Emily’s face hardened for a moment, then she muttered, "That’s your father."

  "For now," I replied, grinning wickedly as I stepped closer, the water swirling around us. She stayed on her knees, piss and cum still clinging to her, a marked woman now—my woman, whether she liked it or not.