Get angry and demand an explanation.

Suddenly, the two beautiful young thralls noticed how the hung warrior sat up in the hay. Their eyes looked up at him, one of them still had her mouth full of that thick cock.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Tjorvi spoke up. His cock might be throbbing, but it seemed like he was more concerned about their intentions. They must’ve been ordered to do something like this, or they were doing it for their own gain. Maybe they hoped he would be able to make them free, but as he raised his voice and demanded an explanation – both of their eyes filled with fear as they pulled away. One of them said something in a foreign language which the farmer obviously couldn’t understand, and then they rushed out of the stables.

Great. There he was, laying on a hay bay with a hard cock covered in spit, and the two girls who were taking care of him nowhere to be seen anymore. Guess he would have to get on with his day, as his head fell back for a moment. Not interested in being found like this by anyone else, Tjorvi reached down to pull up his pants. The outlines of his massive cock were still somewhat visible through the trousers, but there wasn’t anything to do about this. For a second he thought back about the night with Natasja Tryggdottir and her husband, AND he did earn a place on her husband's ships last night.

As he headed out of the stables as well, he almost bumped into the two Jarls. They had come together around a couple of horses, preparing their ride as it seemed like they were going out for hunting. Nearby Tjorvi recognized another face. The giant!

"Ready for your saga to begin, farmer?"

TO BE CONTINUED: To England!