When Athelstan said Would you like to watch us?, Ragnar felt the heat rushing to his groin like a horde of attacking Vikings; his prick visibly jumps at the words. When Sinric agrees, it does so again.

"Hmm, it seems that he down there loves the idea of you not just watching, but even touching while Athelstan and I join," Ragnar says, with a grin. "He is probably quite depraved that way if he wants a witness for desporting himself in Athelstan's hole."

He peers at his swollen prick, and the clear beads appearing on the reddened tip.