As your dick rubs against your thighs, you feel another wave of pleasure. More desire building in you to just give in and let go of it all. Pre now leaking from your tip, coating your leg and dripping to the stone floor. The virile and sweet smell filling your nose, and the nose of every beast within the area.
Realising that last fact gets your heart beating fast. No, you don't want to give in and give up. You need to fight this damn thing, you need to stay yourself. Stay human! In a panic, you get to your feet, dick slapping the sides of your legs a few times as more moans escape. It's more sensitive than before, is this a part of the curse? You check your body for more changes and find none, relieved at the fact that transformation only seems to occur when you climax, but worried that any little thing would push you over the edge. Even now, standing up and putting on a brave face, your cock is painfully erect. Just begging for something to touch it and give release.
You step towards the cave's entrance despite this fact. Moving forward, and stopped by the sound of others. Panic striking as you stare ahead and expect to see a minotaur or satyr blocking the pathway forward. But instead, feeling sudden relief. Two more humans, both men and both in their early adult lives. The first tall and broad, arms large and well muscled. Torso with two firm pecs but an otherwise flat chest. The man covered in light dustings of brown hairs, leading down to a bush denser than your own. His cock just as erect as yours, though no longer human in appearance, instead similar to that of a bulls.
The mans face shifts from a stoic gaze to a gentle smile. Stern appearance and masculine features softening as he runs a hand through his short hair and gives you a nod.
"Glad to see more humans, right Mark?"
The other man hides behind his companion. A bit shorter than either of you, and much thinner to boot. He lacks any clear muscle like the two of you now have, yet his body is still in that early malleable state. Thin and scrawny, but clearly human. No changes, no alterations, his boyish and youthful face with no startling signs. Though he bears the signs of the curse in the same way as the rest of you, with his cock erect and dripping pre. A rather unimpressive member standing tall alongside the rest of you.
"Yeah. Hi I'm Mark, this is Roger. We've been lost in the forest for... how long?"
He thinks, unsure. Roger letting out a laugh.
"A day, maybe a bit more. We were hoping to find a place to settle for the night. Away from all those... whatever they are."
The two glance back to the forest, fear in their eyes, but their cocks simultaneously throbbing. Mark standing strong afterwards, but Roger bringing a hand near his dick. Stopped only by his friend pulling his arm away.
"Roger-"
"Right, right."
They both look to you, Roger speaking.
"Sorry stranger, I've lost myself to lust a bit more than either of you it seems. It's getting hard to resist. Even a light breeze almost sets me off now."
He lets out an awkward laugh, before looking at the pile of pre you have left on the ground.
"But that's spelling trouble. Beast's will pick up that pile in seconds. C'mon Mark, we need to move. You want to stick with us, stranger?"
The two look at you expectantly, Mark adding.
"It's safer together. We can stop each other from doing anything we'd regret."
You know that would be true. If you ever started to rut or jerk off, the others could stop you. But at the same time, more people means a clearer smell for these creatures of lust. Plus there's that other issue you've been putting off. How goddamn attractive you're finding the two of them. How big, mighty, and dominant Roger is. A fine picture of masculinity that will only grow after another orgasm of two. Of how small, fragile, and submissive Mark is. How with a bit more adjustments, he would be an expert at taking both yours and Rogers cock. Yeah... you'll take the front. Stuff it down his mouth while Roger will impale him from behind. Or maybe the two of you can have some fun time with Roger, worship this pinnacle of a man.
You shake your head a few times, trying to clear those thoughts and looking to the group. Mark just staring at you, unaware. Though Rogers face is flushed red. You can tell he must have had similar thoughts. The taller man grunting a few times before asking.
"Well?"