On her belly.

A last remainder of reason holds you back from acting on your breeding fantasies. Entering her has been risky enough. With a sigh you slide out of her comfortable warmth.

She mumbles some unintelligable words, that she quickly drowns in a kiss. You fondle her breasts, taste her lips, then rise up, kneeling over her. One hand still exploring her body, you take the other to finish the job. Her soft breathing, the warm skin under your fingers, the fresh memory of her vibrant orgasm. It all culminates in a fulminant release.

You moan, slightly bending forwards, towards her, as your warm semen spills out over her heaving belly. Strand after strand you shoot out. She giggles under the new sensation. Finally, you run dry, sinking exhausted onto the blanket, next to her.

You lie there, both breathing heavily, but blissed. After a while you get up searching for a rag to clean up the mess you made. As you stumble through the dark, it seems as if face is peaking through the door to the other room. But as you look closer, the sight—if it wasn't a product of your heated imagination all along—quickly disappears.

When you finally return with a piece of fabric, you can hear a wet noise, then giggling. "Tastes odd", the dark-haired girl whispers. Grinning, you sit down next to her, wiping of the remainders of your lovemaking from her belly. Then you cuddle yourself into her arms, enjoying the warmth of another soul so close to you. Not long after, 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.