Mika groaned softly as Cherine's hand found his manhood - inadvertently, but nevertheless effectively. She felt its warmth and hardness through the cloth, and the sudden touch made it jerk a little, rubbing it back and forth across her palm. A moment later, she found herself picked up in Mika's arms - he was strong, and it felt somehow comforting to be cradled there - and kissed thoroughly, before the young man staggered towards his hut, near the village well. He seemed to have made a decision, even if she was still waffling...