Not yet, but gravity might

"Thank you," the chief Kuchug bade Ivan out of his tent, "but we cannot do anything until we've subdued the Varangian encampment."

"We've got our spoils, haven't we?" Metiga the general spoke up.

"No, we still need our prisoners, especially the males," Kuchug retorted, "then we can consolidate our hold on the mouth of the Dnieper and take the fruits of the Volga trade. The woman will only distract us, put her in the corner for now."

Isa had no knowledge of what the ferocious red-bearded monsters were talking about. They were tall and ruddy with conical helmets, and looked oh so similar but oh so different from Magnus. Kuchug gave a gesturing nod, and one of the generals picked Isa up and put a collar and cuffs on her before sitting her down in the corner. It was then that Isa began to notice Ivan's cum dripping down her belly, leaving a trail that grew perilously close to her intimate anatomy.

Isa tried to sit up to get the cum away from her privates, but Kuchug noticed this and barked at her to calm down, something Isa didn't need to know the language to understand. So Isa sat, feeling every inch of the semen drip down through her pubic hair, onto her clitoris, onto her urethra, and finally onto her labia as she swore she could feel it enter her, but hoped desperately that it didn't.

Eventually another general entered the tent.

"The Varangians are all subdued, we took two prisoners but had to slaughter the rest," Isa's heart sank at the idea of Magnus being one of the lucky two, or one of the slaughtered.

Before she could hope to find out his fate, the general glanced at her direction. "I see we have a new ****. I reckon we're all tired, do we want to trade her to the south or to the east?"

Kuchug pondered his next move on what to do with Isa.