Night had fallen, and I was back at Yuki’s little shack, chowing down on some rice and fish she’d cooked up. She sat next to me, close but distant, her vibe off after I’d fucked her brains out st night. Tadabaka was out working, leaving us alone. I swallowed a bite and leaned in. "Yuki, you good?" She nodded, quick and stiff. "Yes." I smirked, sliding my hand over and grabbing a fistful of that fat Japanese ass through her skirt. She jumped, a little gasp slipping out, and I grinned wider. "You liked st night, huh?" Her brown eyes popped open, shocked. "You—you were awake?" I ughed, deep and rough. "Fuck yeah, I was." Before she could blink, I kissed her hard, shoving my tongue into her mouth. She pushed at my chest, weak and half-assed, but melted fast, her lips parting as I yanked her blouse down, her massive, wrinkled GILF tits spilling out. I dove in, sucking one into my mouth, chewing the dark nipple as she moaned.

  Shit escated quick. I had her on all fours on the dining table, her skirt hiked up, fucking her old cunt slow and deep. Her fat, wrinkled ass smmed against my pelvis, rippling with every thrust, her hanging tits—looking like two goddamn fanny packs—swinging wild under her. I gripped her hips, pounding harder, the table creaking as her moans filled the room, sharp and needy with each hit. "Since I first saw you, I’ve wanted to fuck you," I growled, my voice thick with lust. She whimpered between gasps, "I—I’m too old, Skarnulf—chūgoku no obāsan—I could be your grandma!" mixing Norse and Japanese. I ughed, grabbing her sagging tits, squeezing hard. "That’d be the fucking best," I snarled, her words firing me up more. My cock throbbed, and I smmed into her five brutal thrusts, then came hard, bsting thick ropes of cum into her pussy, groaning as it spilled out around my shaft, dripping onto the table.

  She turned, panting, her eyes locking on mine, and kissed me deep, her tongue clumsy but eager. I shoved mine back, tasting her, then pulled away. "Bed," I said, nodding toward the rooms. She nodded, still dazed, and started walking, but I spotted Tadabaka’s room instead. Grabbing her arm, I dragged her in there, her feet stumbling. "No—not here!" she protested, but I shoved her onto the bed, stroking her old, hairy cunt with rough fingers until she moaned, her fight fading fast.

  I stripped her naked, her fat rolls quivering, and climbed on top, spreading her thighs wide. Her pussy was still slick with my cum, and I fucked her again, slow at first, then harder, the bedframe rattling against the wall. Her moans grew louder, "Ahh—Skarnulf—yamete kudasai!" slipping into Japanese, but her hips rocked back, begging for more. I grabbed a bottle of mead from the bedside—Tada’s stash, probably—popped it open, and poured it over her cunt, the sticky amber liquid mixing with her juices. I dove in, licking and sucking, slurping the sweet mess off her clit, my tongue digging deep as she screamed, "Iku! Iku!"—Japanese for "I’m cumming!"—her thighs cmping my head as she gushed, soaking my face.

  I wasn’t done. I climbed up, smming my cock back into her, fucking her so hard the bed shook like it’d colpse. Her screams echoed—raw, guttural, "Ikkuuu!"—so loud the neighbors had to hear, even the damn bats outside fpping off in a panic from the noise. I pounded her relentlessly, her fat ass bouncing, her tits flopping, her cunt squeezing me tight as she came again, her juices flooding out. I roared, smming in one st time, unloading another hot load of cum deep inside her, my balls draining as she shuddered beneath me, her voice breaking on that final "Iku!" before going limp, fucked senseless.

  _

  I stumbled out of Yuki’s house, my cock still half-hard from fucking her raw, and made a beeline for the Snake Cn hall, dressed in my rough tunic and pants, the sword Tada gave me slung on my back. The night air was cool, but I was burning up inside. At the hall’s entrance, two young guards—barely past their first beards—blocked the way. "Name’s Skarnulf," I barked, "new escort for Queen Asug." They lit up, grinning like idiots. "That fight with Rollo was fucking unreal!" one said, cpping my shoulder as they waved me in.

  Inside, the hall was dim, torchlight flickering off the walls, and only four people were there. Two sat on those badass serpent-shaped chairs—Ivar and Asug. Ivar was a shock—not some crusty old fucker, but a guy my age, mid-20s, with crippled legs spyed out, his face sharp and mean. Thought he’d be ancient, I mused, sizing him up. Next to him was Asug, still hot as hell, her blonde hair glowing, one fat tit hanging out of her dress like she didn’t give a shit—fuck, I’d suck that dry. Standing by her was Ladgerda, my warrior GILF dream, white braids framing her red eyes, her fat tits and ass packed into that skimpy armor, smirking at me like she knew I’d busted my hand on her grip. By the gods, I’m gonna fuck that old bitch up, I swore to myself, my cock twitching. Beside Asug stood a younger chick—Siggy, their daughter, I guessed—pretty, but she didn’t hit my GILF radar.

  Ivar’s voice cut through, low and firm. "What’s your name?" "Skarnulf," I lied, keeping it steady. He nodded, his crippled legs shifting slightly. "From now on, you’re my wife’s second escort. Ladgerda’s getting old—over the next months, she’ll train you to take her pce. Got it?" "Yeah," I said, nodding sharp. He waved a hand. "Dismissed." I turned and bolted, my dick rock-hard in my pants, aching to raped Ladgerda into next week. I sprinted back to Yuki’s, desperate to unload in her again, but that fucking mutt Tadabaka was home, lounging in the main room. Cockblocking bastard, I cursed, storming off to my boat instead, plotting to sneak into Yuki’s room ter when the night got darker.