Inside her.

All thoughts of risks and consequences fade away from your mind aflame with lust. She started this, she must have known about the possible outcomes. Your trusting continues, the sensation rising to unbearable heights. Then the release!

You sigh, as the first wave of your semen flushes into her deep wetness. Her heavy breathing in your ear, you release strain after strain, filling her, making her whole.

After a while, it is over, but the glow goes on. You sink onto the blanket next to her. You are exhausted, but blissed, and to judge by the silent giggles the dark-haired girl mutters so is she. You lie there for quite a while, arms wrapped around each others, your groins covered in the amalgamation of your fluids. Finally, you fall asleep.

When you awake, she is gone. Rays of warm sun, falling in through the opened shutters, tickle your nose. You find the women outside, already bound by their work again. When the dark-haired girl sees you she cannot hide a smile, which her sister notices, less then pleased.

Your nightly companion rushes in to prepare you some porridge. When she sets the bowl in front of you, you say "I have not yet asked for your name."

"Marika." She smiles.

"John."

You spend a good part of the morning at the hut, but finally comes the time to leave. You still have to find out where you have landed, and you won't for your answers here. So you wave the three women goodbye, bathe for a moment in Marika's smile, and venture on.