All Chapters of THE BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

BETRAYAL AND EXECUTIONAnd Enzo,” he added, lifting his voice now, “tell them to roast the fattest cow we have. The fattest.”A dark chuckle escaped him. “I can’t kill myself just to be understood by a woman I’ve spent my whole life trying to impress.”Enzo stepped forward and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him once, firmly. “That,” he said, eyes locked with his, “is the man I always hoped you’d become.”Lucia’s son still.“You don’t need anyone’s approval,” Enzo continued. “You tried. You gave more than enough.”For a moment, the firelight reflected something raw in Lucia’s son’s eyes. Then he nodded.Enzo turned and walked out, barking orders.Soon, the night came alive.Men gathered. Laughter rose. Fire pits burned brighter. The smell of roasting meat filled the air as wine skins were passed around freely. The cow crackled over the flames, fat dripping into the fire.Lucia’s son joined them, eating, drinking, laughing when expected.But beneath the smile, the sting remained

LUCIA'S AFFAIR. Severo paused, his cock twitching at the sight of her, already half-hard again despite the ache in his muscles. He turned slowly, eyes locking onto hers…those piercing emerald orbs that commanded armies and bent men to her will. 'Empress,' he murmured, voice rough with lingering lust, 'I serve at your pleasure.' Lucia's laugh was low and throaty, sending a shiver down his spine. She shifted, parting her legs wider in blatant invitation, her fingers trailing lazily over her inner thigh, smearing their mingled fluids. 'Then serve me properly. Drop those clothes and get back here. I want your mouth on me…lick every drop of your cum from my pussy until I scream.' He obeyed without hesitation, his clothes forgotten as he knelt between her spread thighs. The scent of her arousal hit him like a drug, musky and intoxicating. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as his tongue delved in, lapping at the slick folds. She tasted of salt and sweetness, her es

SECRETS AND GOSSIPS“What trouble?” another maid asked sharply. “Speak properly. Trouble with the empress lover?”The girl swallowed hard. “Much worse.”A male servant nearby lost his patience. “Talk, woman! Or keep quiet forever. Women and riddles—”She shot him a look filled with pure disdain. “Fine,” she snapped. “Then I will say nothing.”She turned to leave, but the other maids rushed forward, stopping her.“Please,” one begged softly. “Tell us, sister. Don’t mind him.”The girl hesitated, then nodded.“While I was cleaning,” she said in a hushed voice, “I entered the Empress’s bedchamber. There is a small inner room—always locked. But today… today the key was left outside. Carelessly.”The group froze.“I opened it,” she continued, voice trembling. “Inside were dozens of letters.”“Letters?” someone whispered.She nodded. “From Guerrero Valente.”The name hit the air like thunder.Gasps erupted. Someone cried out, and another quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.“Are you mad?”

THE ASSASSINATION. Severo sent five of his men under the cover of night, blades sharp and orders simple.Kill the denounced son.Leave no trace.Nights passed.Then days.None of the men returned.Not even a body.When Severo finally told Lucia what he had done, her reaction was not outrage.It was laughter.Low.Amused.“You underestimated him,” she said, eyes gleaming. “You underestimated him the moment you sent only five men.”Severo frowned.“He killed fifty men in a single fight,” Lucia continued calmly. “When he was younger than he is now.”She turned to face him fully.“He was still a teenager when he slaughtered them on the spot.”The laughter faded, replaced by something colder.Silence filled the chamber.Severo felt it then.A chill crawled up his spine.“What?” he whispered to himself, stunned.“But Empress,” Severo said, stepping closer, “you can still give the order. Have him executed.”Lucia’s expression hardened.“It is not that simple,” she replied. “I have already e

THE UN BOTHERED EXPRESS The air thickened with the musky scent of male arousal, and she savored it, her gaze raking over them like a predator selecting prey. Starting with the first, a towering blond with veins snaking down his biceps, she circled him slowly. Her fingers trailed along his arm, squeezing the firm muscle, then down to his chest, thumbs brushing over his flat nipples until they hardened into peaks. She dropped to one knee, grasping his soft cock in her hand..it filled her palm, warm and heavy, the foreskin sliding back slightly as she tugged it free. She inspected the length, veined and thick, even flaccid, the head a plump mushroom peeking out. With a firm stroke, she coaxed it to twitch and swell, watching blood rush in, making it thicken and rise toward her face. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight, the skin tightening as he grew harder. Satisfied with his responsiveness, she moved to the next—a raven-haired brute with o