We scoured Kattegat looking for Tadabaka, Yuki frantic as hell, her eyes darting everywhere. She stopped an old man hobbling home with a bundle of firewood under his arm, someone she knew. "Have you seen my son?" she asked, her voice trembling. The old fucker scratched his beard. "Saw him yesterday, training in the woods." Yuki took off running toward the forest, her fat ass jiggling in her skirt, and I followed, half-distracted by that juicy sight bouncing ahead of me. We pushed deeper into the trees, the air thick with pine and damp earth, until Yuki let out a gut-wrenching scream. There he was—Tadabaka, split in half, his body rotting in the dirt, ants crawling over his guts, crows pecking at his face, a sword jammed through his skull. She dropped to her knees, sobbing into the ground, her cries raw and broken.
We called some neighbors—gruff bastards who didn’t ask questions—and they helped haul his corpse back to her pce. Night fell fast, and we buried him out back, just a shallow pit with his sword in the dirt. Barely anyone showed—guess Tada wasn’t hot shit around here. The funeral was quiet, grim, the wind whistling through the dark. Back inside, Yuki slumped at the kitchen table, drowning her tears in a cup of mead, her face puffy and red. I sat across, tossing out some half-assed ptitudes. "Life’s a bitch, keeps going," I said, then leaned in, pulling the cleaned sword I’d yanked from Tada’s head. "Found this—look." I showed her the snake logo on the hilt—Snake Cn mark. Her eyes widened, recognizing it. "Was it them?" she whispered, voice shaking. I lied smooth, "Heard a rumor—King Ivar was hunting out there st night." Her gaze went hollow, then fred with rage. "Those fuckers—I want them dead!" she spat, smming her cup down, her whole body trembling.
I grabbed her, forcing a kiss on her lips to shut her up, my tongue shoving in deep. "I’ll help you kill ‘em," I growled, kissing her again, my hands groping her fat tits through her blouse. She pushed me back, weak and teary. "Not today—it’s not right." But I didn’t care—rubbed my hard cock against her, slid a hand under her skirt, stroking her old pussy until she gasped, her resistance cracking. "This is for Tada," I said, dragging her to his room, shoving her onto his bed. She nded with a whimper, tears streaming, but I was already on her.
I ripped her clothes off, her massive, sagging GILF tits flopping out, her fat ass bare as I flipped her onto her stomach. She sobbed, "Tada—my boy," but I spread her cheeks and smmed my cock into her tight asshole, no warning, thrusting hard. Her cries mixed with moans, a fucked-up mess of grief and pleasure, her body shaking as I pounded her ass, the bed creaking under us. "You love this, don’t you?" I snarled, leaning down to suck her tits, biting her nipples hard. She whimpered, tears soaking the sheets, but her hips rocked back, taking me deeper. I pulled out, flipped her over, and shoved my cock in her face. "Suck it," I ordered, and she did, choking on it between sobs, her lips trembling as she slurped, spit and tears dripping down her chin.
I climbed back on, spreading her thighs, and rammed into her cunt, fucking her hard, her fat rolls jiggling with every thrust. She moaned through her crying, "Oh—Skarnulf—ahh!" her voice breaking as I sucked her tits again, my tongue shing her nipples. Her pussy soaked me, clenching tight, her grief twisting into raw pleasure she couldn’t fight. I flipped her again, ass up, and pounded her cunt from behind, my balls spping her, her moans louder now, "Iku—Iku!" slipping into Japanese as she came, her juices gushing out. I didn’t stop—fucked her harder, her sobs and screams blending into one weird, hot mess, her body shaking under me.
I growled, smming in deep, and unloaded, thick streams of cum bsting into her cunt, filling her up as I kept pumping, my seed spilling out around my shaft. She shuddered, crying and panting, her face a wreck of tears and bliss as I pulled out, my cock dripping. She curled up on Tada’s bed, spent, and I slid in beside her, letting her cling to me as she drifted off, still sniffling in her sleep.
In the dark, I grinned to myself. Fucking genius pn, I thought, my cock twitching again. Stealing that Snake Cn sword, using it to gut Tada, pnting the rumor—now Yuki’s on my side, burning to kill them. Perfect. Too horny to sleep, I slipped out of bed, leaving her there, and stepped outside, plotting my next move.
My cock was hard again, pulsing with that wild itch I couldn’t shake. I slipped out of Yuki’s room, leaving her asleep in Tada’s bed, and stepped into the chilly night air, buck naked, my skin prickling under the moonlight. Down the path, an old grandma hunched over a well, tugging up a bucket, her saggy tits swaying under a thin shift. My raped radar pinged—fresh GILF meat—and I stalked over, silent as a wolf. She didn’t hear me until I grabbed her from behind, smming her against the well’s stone edge. She yelped, but I cpped a hand over her mouth, muffling her as I yanked her shift up, exposing her wrinkled ass. My cock shoved into her dry, old cunt, rough and fast, her body jerking with each thrust. She squirmed, muffled grunts vibrating against my palm, but I pinned her down, fucking her hard for a quick dozen pumps. I groaned low, unloading a hot burst of cum deep inside her, pulling out as she slumped, dazed and leaking. I left her there, naked and sprawled, my seed dripping onto the dirt.
Still horny, I ran off, hunting more, my cock swinging free, but the night was dead—no one around. Then I spotted it—a goat, munching grass in a patch of moonlight, its dumb eyes glinting. I licked my lips, my dick jumping to full mast. I grabbed it by the hind legs, forcing it down, and rammed my cock into its tight, bleating hole, fucking it quick and savage. Its cries echoed as I pounded, the grass crunching under us, and in a few thrusts, I came again, bsting cum into its ass, pulling out with a wet squelch as it staggered away, dripping. My crazy night done, I grinned, chest heaving, and strutted back to Yuki’s pce, the thrill still burning in my veins.