A strange legend about the lake (erotic horror)

Dana shushes everyone before reading aloud.

"And after that battle, the local tribeswomen agreed that the being must be sealed away forever, for the nature spirit had grown twisted and turned all things into the breeders of men. No lone woman could stop it's conquest of..." she trailed off.

After a moment Priscilla says "WELL? Conquest of what?"

Dana looks up with a confused and concerned face.

"The pages after that are torn out." She holds up the stricken book and a chill runs through the cabin.

"It's just some legend, I am sure we're fine." Adds Ally, trying to lessen the tension in the cabin. Yeah, maybe you are, you think to yourself.

Tasha seems just as concerned as you because she eyes you with worry. The Amazon wraps her arms around you and sits you in her lap.

"No spirit gets to touch our boy." She adds with finality.

Priscilla laughs, breaking some of the dread janging in the air.

"Yeah, I don't want to see the being that could beat you in an arm-wreslting match!"

"I'll drink to that!" You add and the group resumes drinking.

After a few drinks, and many gropings, your bladder informs you that you need to heed the call of nature. You get up and put on your coat, Tasha gently grabs your left arm and Priscilla takes your right.

"If you think we are going to let you out of our sight, you are a fool." Rumbles Tasha. You nod and the three of you head to the outhouse. There is a brief discussion about peeing with the door open before they relent. They stand directly on either side and you have to have one hand sticking out of the semi-closed door for them to hold onto. Soon enough you are finished, at which point Tasha goes in to use it herself.

"Weird legend huh?" Priscilla comments while staring at the star scattered sky.

"Yeah, i know we shouldn't be so riled up by a silly half told story but..." you trail off, not sure WHY you are so spooked.

"Right? Like I have heard campfire stories from my youth that would put that to shame and yet..." she also leaves the sentence unfinished.

It was true, it wasn't a scary story, hardly a story at all, but it was in your head. Your imagination was telling you that if you took two steps beyond the tree line, you'd probably never be seen again. You shiver.

Tasha emerges and smiles, thankfully you soon walk back to the cabin.