You supposed the company would be good, and hey, if any of you gave into this curse and became reduced to the same fate as those before you, at least they wont be alone. Roger and you shook hands, but his firm grip reminded you of the possibilities within those hands, and your own developing strength that could become something more with just a few pleasurable sessions. You both quickly stopped after you began to blush, feeling your dick throb pleasurably.
Damn it! Won't this thing just shut off!? You think.
You placed a firm hand onto Mark's boney shoulder, feeling a sense of pity in the guy. He had to be at least 19, and to be going though all this shit. You quickly released you hand, quickly becoming aware of how flesh against flesh stimulated you in a primal and powerful way.
You all managed to sleep, if barely. Occasionally, you'd find yourself, though layers of sleep, dreaming of sex. The loud moans of each other alerted your all to the issue, and quickly you would awaken whoever was in the close to giving in. Tired, and still horny as hell, you moved though the woods. The situation couldn't have been more worse; there was the growing pressure, a demand from your body, to give in to that beautiful pleasure you felt. There were the moments, spiriting though the woods to escape the pursuits of mythic beasts, that they would find you, that every second you were collectively oozing the scent of sex and sweat, or worse, that you would embrace them. Then there was the unfortunate implication of being under the cursed-induced influence of lust, stepping though the woods naked with two others. Rodger already oozed masculinity, and perhaps was just a step head of you in terms of progression (At times you felt yourself thinking how good he looks, how much you wanted to be like him, and how much you wanted to be pressed against him.) Mark was so far from the curse, you were horrified whenever the thought of using him to vent your desires. Afterall, he was far from completing his transformation.
No, you commanded to yourself, eyes wet with exhaustion. You'd been here one night, and already you wanted it to end. The exhaustion seemed to be felt amongst everyone.
"Guys, lets just take a breather here. Like, I don't see anywhere we can hide, but we just look like we need a second," Said Mark.
"Y-Yea, please," You agreed.
Rodger sighed, rubbing his sweaty forehead. His bovine erection throbbed suddenly, oozing a drop of seed.
"Yea, I think that'll be fine. But we can't stay...fuck...stay for..." He suddenly moaned, and suddenly pounded his fist into a near-by tree. "Fuck! I just want this to end...oh, o-oh...ooooooh."
Rodger began to squirm where he was standing, no doubt waves of desire washing over him unabated. You stood there, feeling your own tinging...watching such desire...maybe just this once...maybe...