In the stables!

It took a couple of hours for Tjorvi to come back to full consciousness, slightly opening his eyes. A banging headache had never felt so unbearable as his squinting eyes tried to adjust to the light. His fingers were intertwined with something that felt like hay, and then he remembered some vague things about the night before. He had ended up going back to the stables at some point, and that must’ve been where he passed out. However, he didn’t awake out of nowhere, he realized…

The young farmer couldn’t help but let out a soft grunt as he realized his cock was out in the open. More so, he could feel a pair of eager lips wrapped around it while another tongue was running up and down onto the thick inches of the base. His head lifted slightly to see two gorgeous women slobbering all over his cock with their eyes closed. Both of them were dressed in some old robes, a large rip could be seen in the sides of one of the pieces of fabric. Clearly, these were thralls. Slaves, supposed to be ready to serve everyone else. However, Tjorvi couldn't think of a reason why they would wake him up like that…