She has to move

Shaking her head in an effort to clear it, Venus realized that moving was the lesser of two evils. There was no way she could fight in her current state. While moving held its' own inherent risks regarding being found, it was less likely than if she stayed and something came to investigate.

She focused on that singular point, using it in an effort to keep her blazing lust at bay, and set off. The simple act of walking quickly proved to be a most erotic ****. The blazing sensitivity of her skin and the fires burning in her loins were impossible to ignore. Every step through the mud felt like a giant, smooth hand caressing her impossibly sensitive soles, its' cool touch a sharp contrast to the heat of her skin. Every breath of air against her exposed nipples felt like a thousand tiny needles, sending jolts of pleasure from their diamond-hard nubs to her warm, leaking loins.

Despite her best efforts, several orgasms washed through her, all of them achingly intense. With every one, she sank to her knees, unable to escape the pleasure of release, her body demanding more of the same. Each time, she fought to clamp down on her screams, turning them into long, lustful moans, before forcing herself to her feet and onwards.

Some time later, her legs turned to jelly by the repeated orgasms she had experienced, she staggered up to the base of a tree. Exhausted by the same, she slumped against it, her ass sinking into the soft mud beneath her, her hands peeling her robe away before finding her drenched slit and ever-sensitive breasts of their own accord. Unable to resist any longer, she teased herself to one last, mind-blowing orgasm, before succumbing to exhaustion.

Some time later, she awakened, freezing cold. Night had fallen, and its' chill cut to the bone. Quietly sitting up, she found that she had slipped free of her robe yet again, and apparently been rolling through the mud in her sleep. She could feel a liberal layer of it coating her, and it took her several minutes of groping in the dark, pierced only by what star- and moonlight pierced the trees above her, to locate her gear again. Grabbing her mud-soaked robe, she pulled it about her. As she did so, she thanked the gods she was no longer horny. Her breasts and pussy ached from the multiple orgasms she had endured, and her muscles still burned with exhaustion, but she could think clearly again. Looking about, though, she realized she was completely lost.

Off in the distance, a fire burned, faintly illuminating what appeared to be a small hovel, made of skins. While she had no idea who the occupant was, or if they were friendly, it might benefit her to talk to whomever it is. Her only other course of action lie in heading south again, and hoping she could find a landmark with which to figure out where she was.