No, try washing it off

The urges were impossible to ignore, but Aliana realized that she was surrounded by the alluring scents of these plants. If she gave in here, it was anyone's guess how long she would be trapped in her desire -- and who (or what) might find her in such a state. She needed to get away from these plants, and wash this nectar off her body. Fast.

She tried standing, but her legs were quivering to the point it was impossible. Fortunately the nectar had removed almost all the pain in her wrist, so she began to crawl on all fours back toward the beach. Aliana was painfully aware of how slow she seemed to be moving, and especially aware of the ever increasing heat between her legs. With every inch of progress her lust grew stronger and stronger. Aliana could feel her lower lips, already sticky with nectar, growing wetter with her own fluids. She panted and whimpered as she continued crawling.

After what felt like hours of excruciating frustration, she made it out of the treeline, crawling onto the sandy shore. She could see the waves lapping at the beach. She was so close to her goal, but she felt as if every nerve of her body was screaming for her release. A mild breeze caressed her wet mound and she cried out, falling to the ground as she nearly lost control to the aphrodisiac.

She had made it out of the jungle and away from the plants, but the nectar was still obviously affecting her. Aliana could barely think straight. She was only meters away from the waves, so close to washing herself and freeing herself, yet she felt like she had pushed herself as far as she could. Surely she was out of danger. Surely giving in to her body's yearning would be harmless now.

Right?