Morning broke over Winchester, the heart of Wessex, and I’d decided we’d stay an extra day. No point rushing off when I could enjoy this fancy shithole a bit longer. Emily was sprawled beside me on the plush bed, drooling like a fucking baby, her wrinkled face sck with sleep. I was already up, chowing down on the breakfast the kingdom’s servants had brought—some greasy scraps of meat that looked like table scraps, but to our Viking stomachs, used to eating any old garbage, it tasted like a feast from the gods. Watching her sleep so innocently, all peaceful, sparked a nasty itch in me. My future wife deserved a little wake-up prank, didn’t she?

  I yanked the sheets off her lower half, tearing at her rags to expose her old, used cunt—still hairy and glistening from st night’s cum. I dove in, my tongue pping at her pussy, tasting the sour mix of her juices and my own seed. She jolted awake with a loud moan, her frail body twitching as her blue eyes popped open. "Asvald, what the fuck are you doing?" she croaked, her voice hoarse. I grinned up at her, my face buried between her thighs. "Your cunt’s making me horny as hell, Amelia," I growled, flicking my tongue deeper. She blinked, confused. "Why’re you calling me after the king’s mother?" she asked, but I brushed it off. "Nothing, shut up," I snapped, then shoved my tongue hard against her inner walls, working her until she clenched around me. She hit her climax with a scream, a thick jet of juice squirting out, soaking my face as her hips bucked. I pulled back, wiping my chin with a smirk. "Get dressed, you old hag. We’re taking a walk through the streets." She nodded, still dazed, and scrambled to cover her sagging ass and tits.

  Once we were both clothed—me in my rough tunic and pants, her in patched-up rags—we left the room and headed straight for Ketill and Eldrid’s chamber. I shoved the door open and froze at the chaos inside. Eldrid was stark naked, her huge tits swinging free as she swung a spear at Ketill, who was also bare-assed, his tiny cock flopping as he parried with his sword. The room stank of sweat and tension, the fancy bed shoved against the wall from their scuffle. I had no clue what the fuck they were fighting over, but we couldn’t afford a shitshow in the castle. I yanked out my twin axes, stepping between them, and blocked their strikes with a cng of steel. "What the hell’s going on?" I barked, gring at them both.

  Eldrid, red-faced and pissed, jabbed her spear toward Ketill. "This pig was jerking his little prick while watching you bathe!" she snarled. Ketill, his pathetic dick dangling, shrugged sheepishly. "It was an accident, I swear!" he whined. I rolled my eyes at their childish bullshit and smacked Ketill upside the head with a hard cuff, the crack echoing in the room. "Both of you, shut the fuck up and get dressed," I ordered, my voice cutting through their whining. "We’re leaving now." They grumbled but obeyed, scrambling for their clothes—Eldrid pulling on her tunic over those massive tits, Ketill hiding his shriveled cock in his pants.

  We stormed out of the castle, Eric waiting at the gate to guide us. The blonde prick’s green eyes flicked over us with that same smug disgust, but I didn’t give a shit. My mind was still buzzing from Emily’s pussy and the image of Amelia’s fat ass from yesterday. I’d eaten breakfast, fucked my sve-wife, and broken up a dumbass fight—now it was time to see what this prissy kingdom had to offer. Eric led the way, his polished armor gleaming in the morning sun, while I trailed behind, my hand itching for my axe and my cock still half-hard from the morning’s fun. It’d been a damn long walk through Winchester, trudging through muddy streets and gawking at the prissy folk who flinched at our stench. We got back to the castle te, the night sky bck as pitch, and as we headed to our rooms, Eric stopped me. "The king wants you to dine with the royal family tomorrow," he said, his green eyes glinting with that smug fucking disdain. My mind snapped to Amelia, that GILF goddess, and my cock twitched at the thought of seeing her again. "Fine," I grunted, not even pretending to argue, and headed to my room to get ready. They’d left me some fancy clothes for the “elegant and cultured” dinner—silk tunic, tight pants, shit I’d never wear in Ve?y—but I’d take any excuse to eye-fuck Amelia up close.

  Emily was there, watching me dress while she shoveled meat into her mouth like a greedy, fat slut, grease dripping down her chin. "What’d you mean yesterday about ‘for now’ you’re not the leader of the cn?" she mumbled between bites, her voice muffled. I smirked, tugging the tunic over my head. "When I get back to Ve?y, things are gonna change," I said, my tone dark. "Might spill some blood to make it happen." I stepped over to her, yanked one of her sagging tits out of her rags, and squeezed it hard, her flesh soft and warm in my grip. My cock was still soft, so I whipped it out, dangling it in front of her face. She didn’t hesitate—dropped the meat and wrapped her lips around me, sucking me off mid-meal, her tongue sloppy but eager as I hardened in her mouth. Later, at the grand dining hall, I sat at a long oak table, decked out with silver ptes and candles flickering like stars. Across from me were King Robert, his mother Amelia, and Eric, all stiff and proper in their fancy gear. The food was some rich bullshit—roasted pheasant, spiced wine—but the air was thick with silence. I’d heard whispers that Robert’s wife, Eric’s mom, got butchered by Danes in a siege years back. Expins why they hated our Viking guts. Amelia gred at me, her blue eyes burning with disgust, and finally broke the quiet. "How many people have you killed, pagan?" she spat, her voice sharp. Robert cut in, "Mother, please, that’s not courteous," but I waved him off. "It’s fine," I said, leaning back with a smirk. "Just a few, old dy. Had to survive." Her face twisted like she’d swallowed shit, and she couldn’t take being a meter from me anymore. She shoved her chair back, stood, and stormed out, her fat ass swaying under her dress. Robert sighed, Eric gred at me like he wanted to slit my throat, and we finished eating in silence, the tension thick enough to choke on. Night fell fully, and the castle went quiet, everyone asleep except me. I’d slipped into bck clothes—dark tunic, pants, boots—perfect for sneaking. Before leaving, I’d fucked Emily hard, leaving her naked on the bed, cum dripping from her mouth and cunt as she snored, exhausted. The door was guarded by knights, so I climbed out the window, moving like a shadow, hopping from ledge to ledge. I peeked into Ketill and Eldrid’s room—both dead asleep, sprawled out like logs. Next window: Eric, the prick, jerking his tiny cock while sniffing a pair of panties. I stifled a ugh—pathetic little shit. Then Robert’s room: holy fuck, he was getting pounded in the ass by a knight, moaning like a bitch. Bisexual, I guess, since he’d popped out Eric somehow. I smirked and kept moving.

  Finally, bingo—Amelia’s room. There she was, sleeping like a fucking angel in a thin nightgown, her short white hair fanned out on the pillow, her fat tits and ass bulging under the fabric. I grinned, my cock twitching as I whispered to myself, "Time to fuck." The night was mine, and I wasn’t leaving Wessex without ciming that high-css GILF.