In a hammock

You wake in what you're sure is the next plane. Warmth radiates through you, captured and held in place by warm, soft furs. you are brought back to reality by the feeling of a firm hand grasping at your chest.

When you open your eyes see a handsome older man standing over you, his half-erect prick poking out against his under-clothes in obvious arousal. He sees the fear in your eyes, "Relax girl, I am just a bit randy. Didn't think you'd be waking up tonight, but wanted to make sure you were taken care of." He steps back and makes short work of the barrel next you driving the corkscrew through and filling the flagon in one smooth motion. He rises again, grabbing you by the nape of your neck and pouring the liquid down your throat.

At first, you resist, but the smooth aroma of bread and the bitter, creamy taste of it fills you with an energy you didn't know you needed. He feeds you a bit too quickly and it runs down your lips a bit before he corrects and lets you finish it in one go. "That's how you put away an ale! Well done!" You breath deeply for air, and wipe away the wetness from the corners of your mouth with your sleeve. You realize that your clothed now, and clean.

He senses your discovery "We found you covered in mud and half-dead. I got you some old clothes we had and cleaned you up. Couldn't let a ripe apple like you die like a ditched dog." He shambles over and throws you some jerky from a pouch hanging from the wall. "My wife would never let me hear the end of it. Good woman, you'll get along, I'm sure."

He rubs himself brazenly in your presence and you see him harden against his leg. "I figured I'd give ya fair warning if you were awake. Stay out of the house until morning. Don't want you to think we're sex freaks out here. But it's eve of harvests ever-after tonight. All woman who conceive this day guarantee a plentiful favor in the harvest for their families and loved ones, and we take it very serious. I can tell you're not from around here so just stay in here and you'll be alright. You're welcome to stay here as long as you like."

He waves for a bit, exiting over your left shoulder, before returning to poke his head back in. "Unless you're looking for a prick to plug you up good. In that case, come say hi! Jannie will be over in the morning, either way, with a big breakfast. Get some sleep!"

And just like that he's gone. And you're left swinging softly in a comfortable hammock chewing on jerky, your mind a whirlwind of partial memories and pure confusion.