Seventeen years had passed since my reincarnation.
Now, at twenty-five, I was Asvald Ragnarsson — the right hand of Ragnar Olafsson, the feared leader of Vestfjorden. Even though I wasn't his blood son, he treated me like one. I had become a famous Viking warrior, deadly skilled with every weapon and even deadlier with my bare hands.
That night, the entire village had gathered in the central square to celebrate a great victory.
We had just crushed the Kingdom of Northumbria in a brutal raid. Their coastal strongholds were burned to ash, their gold and silver now piled high in our longhouses, and hundreds of their women had been taken as slaves. Odin himself must have been laughing from Valhalla.
Ragnar sat on his massive wooden throne, stars and bonfires lighting up the night sky behind him, a full horn of mead in his hand. He raised it high and roared:
"Listen up, you bastards! Today is a day of glory! Our village has grown stronger. Odin watches from the heavens and he is proud of us!"
The Vikings roared back in approval, axes and shields banging together.
Ragnar grinned wide, his red eyes gleaming.
"As celebration… I declare the Victory Orgy open!"
The moment the words left his mouth, the entire square erupted. Clothes were torn off, bodies slammed together. Men and women — Vikings and captured slaves alike — started fucking wildly in every direction. It was the village's oldest tradition: a night of total free-use. No commitments, no jealousy. Everyone could fuck anyone they wanted.
Christian slave girls, completely naked, moved between the crowd carrying trays of roasted meat and horns of mead, their bodies already glistening with sweat and cum.
Ragnar wasted no time. He stood up, stripped naked, and grabbed a young blonde girl. He bent her over right in front of her parents. The father and mother watched with proud smiles as their daughter moaned loudly while the chieftain pounded her tight pussy.
"AHNNN! Yes! Fuck me harder, my chief!" the girl screamed in pleasure.
On the other side, Lys — Ragnar's blue-haired woman with massive tits and an enormous ass — was living her best life. She was on all fours, getting fucked in every hole at once. One thick cock slammed into her dripping cunt, another stretched her tight asshole, and a third was buried down her throat. Cum already dripped from her chin.
"More! Give me more cocks!" Lys moaned like a whore in heat, her green eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. She was clearly enjoying the victory orgy more than anyone else.
I was the only one still fully dressed.
None of these young women interested me. Their smooth, healthy skin, perky tits, and tight bodies did nothing for me. In this world I had to keep up the façade — pretending to be a normal Viking. I hadn't fucked a single GILF since I reincarnated. I had slept with women my own age a few times just to prove I wasn't gay, but it always felt empty.
Tonight, though, my cock was throbbing painfully.
My eyes were locked on her.
Emily.
A 74-year-old Christian slave with long white hair, wrinkled face, and beautiful blue eyes. Her body was obese and voluptuous — huge, heavy, sagging breasts that hung low, a massive soft belly, and the biggest, fattest ass I had ever seen. She was my mother Lys's personal servant.
"Hmm… that fat old ass…" I muttered under my breath, my dick rock-hard. "Perfect used GILF cunt… I need to bury myself in that old pussy right now."
I finished my horn of mead in one gulp.
Emily picked up an empty bucket and headed toward the dark forest to fetch more water. This was my chance.
I started walking after her, but suddenly a pair of soft arms wrapped around me from behind.
It was Turid — my childhood friend. Black hair, striking purple eyes, completely naked. Her average breasts pressed against my back and her thick thighs rubbed against me.
She reached down without warning and grabbed my bulge, stroking my hard cock through my pants.
I yanked her hand away.
"Sorry, Turid. I have something to do."
Her face fell, clearly hurt and disappointed.
Before I could move, a loud moan escaped her lips.
"AHNNN!"
Ragnar had come up behind her and shoved his thick cock straight into her pussy in one brutal thrust. He grinned at me while he started pounding her hard.
"If my stupid son doesn't want to fuck her, then I will!" he laughed, gripping Turid's hips as she moaned like a slut.
I just shook my head.
"Try not to break her too fast, father," I said, then turned and walked straight into the dark forest, following Emily's trail.
The forest path opened up to the riverbank. The water glowed unusually bright tonight, reflecting the moonlight and the distant bonfires of the victory celebration. Emily stood at the edge, bent slightly forward as she dipped the heavy wooden bucket into the river. Her old, voluptuous body was outlined perfectly under the thin, worn dress.
I approached silently from behind.
Without a word, I reached around and grabbed her massive sagging breasts with both hands, squeezing the heavy, soft flesh hard.
"Eeeek!" Emily shrieked in shock, dropping the bucket with a loud splash.
She tried to pull away, but I didn't let go. My fingers sank deep into those enormous old tits, feeling their weight and warmth.
She spun around quickly, eyes wide with fear.
"Asvald! What are you—?!"
I didn't let her finish.
I grabbed her wrinkled face with one hand and kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth to shut her up. She let out a muffled whimper against my lips.
Emily struggled for a moment, pushing weakly at my chest, but I was much stronger. I shoved her backward until she tripped and fell onto the soft grass by the riverbank with a heavy thud.
I was on top of her instantly.
With a savage yank, I tore the front of her old dress open from neck to hem. The fabric ripped loudly — RIIIP! — exposing her huge, pale, sagging breasts that flopped heavily to the sides. Her belly was soft and round, and between her thick thighs lay a thick bush of white pubic hair covering her old cunt.
"No… Asvald, please… don't…" she gasped, trying to cover her naked body with her wrinkled hands. "I'm just an old slave… you can't—"
I ignored her completely.
I ripped the rest of the dress off her body, leaving her completely naked on the grass. Her enormous ass spread out beneath her, pale and cellulite-covered. I freed my throbbing young cock — thick, veined, and rock-hard — and shoved her fat thighs apart roughly.
Emily's blue eyes widened in panic.
"No! Please, not that! I'm seventy-four years old… my body is old and used… you shouldn't—"
I grabbed her wide hips and slammed my cock into her old pussy in one brutal thrust.
SCHLUP!
"AHHHH!" she cried out, her back arching violently as my thick young dick stretched her loose, well-used cunt wide open.
I didn't give her any time to adjust. I started fucking her hard and deep right away, my hips slapping loudly against her massive soft ass.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Stop… ahhn… please… I'm too old for this…" she moaned weakly at first, her wrinkled face twisted in protest.
But as I kept pounding her without mercy, something changed.
Her words grew quieter. Her pushes against my chest became softer. Her old pussy, which had been dry with fear at the start, quickly grew wet and slippery around my cock. The wet sounds became louder and more obscene.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! SCHLICK! SCHLICK! PLAP!
I grabbed her huge sagging tits and squeezed them roughly, using them as handles while I fucked her harder. Her fat body jiggled violently with every brutal thrust. Her long nipples were rock hard.
"Fuck… your old cunt feels so good," I growled, leaning down to bite one of her wrinkled nipples hard.
Emily let out a shaky gasp, but she no longer said "no."
Her eyes fluttered. Her wrinkled hands, which had been pushing me away, now clutched at my shoulders. Her thick thighs slowly wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Her breathing turned into soft, needy moans. She wasn't fighting anymore. She was letting herself be taken, her old body surrendering completely to the young, powerful cock destroying her pussy.
"Ahh… ahhn…" she whimpered quietly, her blue eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Her hips began to move weakly against mine, meeting my thrusts.
I smirked and started pounding her even harder, long, deep strokes that made her massive ass ripple and her fat tits bounce wildly.
"That's it… take my cock, you old whore," I whispered harshly in her ear. "Your loose granny pussy is gripping me so well."
Emily didn't answer with words. She just moaned louder, her fat ass bouncing on the grass as I railed her without mercy.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"Unnhh… ahhn… oh gods…" she breathed, her voice breaking. Her old cunt was now soaking wet, making filthy squelching sounds every time I bottomed out inside her.
I pinned her down harder, one hand mauling her huge tit while the other gripped her soft belly. I fucked her like an animal — fast, deep, and relentless.
SCHLICK! SCHLICK! PLAP! PLAP! CLAP!
Emily's moans grew louder and more shameless. Her wrinkled face was flushed with pleasure. Her legs tightened around me as if she didn't want me to stop.
"Ahhn… ahhnn… it's so big… so deep…" she whimpered, no longer pretending to resist.
I could feel her old walls fluttering and squeezing around my dick. She was getting close.
I slammed into her with everything I had, the wet slapping of flesh echoing through the quiet forest.
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
"Come on, you old slut… cum on my young cock," I growled.
Emily's entire body suddenly tensed. Her eyes rolled back and a long, broken moan tore from her throat: "AAAAHHHHNNN!!! I'm… I'm cumming…!"
Her old pussy spasmed hard around my cock, flooding it with her juices. She shook violently underneath me, her massive tits jiggling as she came hard for the first time in years.
I didn't stop. I kept fucking her through her orgasm, chasing my own release.
A few moments later my balls tightened.
"Fuck… I'm going to fill you up!"
With a deep groan I buried myself to the hilt inside her 74-year-old cunt and exploded.
SPURT! SPURT! SPURT! SPURT!
Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted deep into her womb, flooding her used pussy completely. I kept thrusting slowly as I came, making sure every drop stayed inside the old woman.
Emily moaned weakly, her body twitching with aftershocks, her legs still wrapped around me as my warm seed filled her.
For a long moment we stayed like that — my cock buried deep inside her cum-filled cunt, both of us panting heavily under the glowing moonlight.