Pretend to stay asleep.

The young warrior decided to stay still, and just peek down at the two girls as they were worshiping his hard cock. He was packing quite some impressive equipment down there, and they were thoroughly enjoying it. One of them was bobbing her head up and down, sucking off the first few inches of that throbbing shaft while the other one ran her lips over the sides of that shaft, making sure to pay some attention to the remaining parts.

It felt really good, and more grunts were starting to come from Tjorvi. He hoped it wouldn’t alert them, trying to pretend like it happened in his sleep but the girls couldn’t seem to be distracted from their task at hand. It almost seemed like they were hungry as they kept working him for a reason only known to themselves and the Gods.

Violent twitching started indicating that the young man was getting closer, and the thralls realized that. Both of them made their way up to his shaft, giving that tip another sweet kiss as they slurped up his precum and locked lips together. By then, Tjorvi’s eyes were completely open, unlike the two girls. Neither of them seemed to be very present to the situation as they made out passionately right in front of him while one of them decided it would be a good idea to just jerk off the sleeping stud. Her hand started pumping onto that thick cock while the other one rubbed his balls until she could feel them tightening up. With quite a loud moan, Tjorvi came hard. He could feel the semen running down over his own cock as he made eye contact with the two girls, who had finally realized that the treatment woke him up.

However, before the two of them could get to the cleaning part like thralls were supposed to do, a voice could be heard coming from another part of the stables. It made the two girls startle as they hopped up, and rushed out of the back to disappear in the alleys of the village.

Before Tjorvi could react to anything, his attention was taken to the other side of the stables where three familiar faces could be seen. The two Jarls and the giant that had tried to intimidate him the day before were standing in the opening, staring at the half-naked man laying in the hay with his own crotch covered in his spunk. Before long, all three of them burst out into laughter before shaking their heads and taking off again. Tjorvi let out a deep sigh as his head fell back onto the hay, not sure what the two Jarls would be thinking of him. Either way, he had earned a spot on the raiding party and he was ready for his saga to begin...

TO BE CONTINUED: To England!