Your common mother went to her lover for the night, leaving you both alone in the village house

He sat on the bed, holding you sideways in his lap, resting his tired head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and holding your waist for support. Short curly dark strands of hair stuck to his forehead, the room was quite stuffy, but he relaxed under your scent

He breathes a boiling breath into your neck, deliberately introducing a flood of fantasies into your head