Head Up Toward The Cabin And The Seaver Twins

Realizing that in your somewhat weakened and dazed state, you'll never be able to make it back to civilization, you decide to try to make it to the cabin. With any luck, you'll lose Roxie and be able to get to the cabin and plan your recourse from there.

As you bolt up the trail, the cloudiness in your mind begins to thicken. Your limbs start to feel sluggish and heavy. Even more strange, though is the feeling of sexual arousal that is growing within you. Your bare breasts - even the one wounded by Roxie's bite - seem tender and sore. The cold night air invigorates them pervertedly as you race for your very life. The friction of you pistoning legs as you drive yourself forward to safety sends bolts of electricity from your clit to the dazed nerve centers of your brain.

After only a few hundred yards, your breathing becomes so sporadic that you are **** to stop and catch your breath. The steam races from your open lips as you try to oxygenate your aching muscles. The contradictory feelings of exhaustion and arousal wreak havoc on your mind.

Turning around, you listen for any signs of your pursuer. The night is silent except for your heavy breath. Doubling over with your hands on your knees, you realize that the arousal is growing geometrically stronger with every passing second. If you could get yourself off, you might be able to focus enough to continue. But with every second counting, you wonder if not moving forward would spell your ****.