Head for the trees

With no light source, exploring the cave would be a bad idea. She made for the trees, mud oozing through her toes, squelching noises following her.

A few minutes later, after almost tripping over a root, she staggered into the copse of trees. A careful search of the area revealed nothing threatening, so she settled in next to a patch of fragrant flowers, had a brief meal, and went to sleep.

Just before dawn, Venus abruptly awakened,one hand pinching her nipple, the other fingering her steaming slit. Her robe was tangled beneath her, having somehow come off during the night, not that she had noticed. Her breathing came in rapid gasps, moans intermixing themselves into them. Waves of lust hammered through her, and her moans abruptly turned to a primal scream as she came, juices squirting from her pussy.

She sagged back against the ground. Despite the **** of her orgasm, she still felt ridiculously horny. Her hands began to wander back towards her pussy and nipples, and she had to **** herself to stop.

On shaky legs, she stood, and took a few wobbly steps away from where she had lain the light before. Shaking her head, as much to clear the cobwebs as anything else, she tried to figure out what it was that had her so horny. A sudden jolt of electricity shot through her, as one hand found and pinched a nipple, but she managed to keep from playing with herself yet again.

Looking about, she could see no creatures which would release any pheromones, nor feel the tingle of a spell on her skin. Whatever it was, it hadn't been a creature. Another spark shot upwards from her clit, and she again prised her hand away from her pussy. Damn, this was distracting, and frustrating, and pleasant, and...

Her eyes fell on the flowers. Little tufts of pollen were lazily wafting about, some of them sticking to her robe where it lay on the ground. That had to be it. A hand wandered to a nipple again, and she gasped, finding it terribly hard to keep her hands away from anything sensitive.

Sucking a deep breath in, she snatched her robe from the middle of the cloud of pollen, and went to pull it on, when it occurred to her it was covered in the pollen. Putting it on like this would expose her to more of it, and she already had no idea how long it would take to get out of her bloodstream.

She turned, walking towards a large pool of water nearby. The pollen had not just made her horny as hell, it had also made her really sensitive. It felt as though she could feel every cold grain of dirt beneath her soles, every molecule of air against her skin, and it nearly drove her wild..

Reaching the pool, she dunked her robe into it, then swished it around rapidly for several minutes, washing the pollen loose. The motions stirred up the mire at the bottom of the pool, completely obscuring her vision into the water. After washing her robe, she splashed a bit of the cool water on her face, which somewhat helped her state of mind.

Standing, she pulled her robe on, shivering as the cold, wet, rough material slid across her skin. Another shockwave went through her, and she spasmed a bit as a smaller orgasm rocked her. Her body was in tactile overload, shockingly sensitive to anything which touched it.

With the robe over her shoulders, she steeled herself, then pulled the robe shut. Her nipples flared, the sensitive nubs reacting even more strongly than the rest of her had, and she orgasmed yet again. Shaking, she somehow managed to properly tighten and tie the waistbelt.

She turned to walk away from the pool, and gasped again. Even the slightest motion of the material over her nipples was almost enough to send her over the edge again. After a few more tries, and another small orgasm, Venus finally, and gingerly, pulled the fabric over slightly, leaving her rock-hard nipples exposed. It wasn't what she really wanted to do, but it was the only way she'd be able to move in her current state.

Her big issue now was moving, too. Her lustful screams had probably carried a good distance, and who knew who or what had heard them. At this moment, any number of things could be closing with her, and she was in no shape to fight. Then again, she wasn't in much shape to walk, either. With how sensitive she was right now, there was a chance that just the mud against her feet and calves would send her over the edge. Maybe staying in place was a better idea.

Just beneath the surface of the pool behind her, a creature lurked. It wasn't particularly bright; in fact, it was one of the dimmer denizens of this swamp. What it did know was something had disturbed the pool it was in, something big enough to eat. And whatever had done so had had other effects, too...