What?!

The woman's voice rips through the camp like a thunderclap. A cold breeze tears through the tent, and the hunter pulls you off of him and tosses you into the pile of furs while scrambling for one to cover his raging hardon.

"My love," he stammers, as a stunningly well-dressed and well-coiffed woman appears like daylight at the tentflaps. How long has he been working you without cumming? How long has the sun been up? Your thoughts start to clear even as you lay there atop the furs, spread-eagle and hard, sweaty from the fuck and frustrated from your lack of orgasm. While your thoughts come back to you, they argue. He's done this before? This is a REGULAR occurrence? He dresses so hastily you start to register that there weren't any clothes his size just laying around. The tent has disappeared and most of the camp around it with it, though the pile of furs and your belongings are strewn about as expected.

"No more excuses!" the woman lays down sternly. "We will discuss this LATER." The hunter, though you're starting to realize that's not strictly what the man is, gives you a sad and apologetic look. Thoroughly cowed, he meekly nods to what must be his wife. "Yes dear." And he's just gone. You're still trying to catch your breath, and you're aware enough to be very worried at this woman looking down on you in your lust-addled state. She seems to be looking... through you, as well?

"Hmph. I warned him, you know," she says icily, holding her hands over you, palms down. Is she glowing? What's going on? "I told him I wouldn't clean up after him again. And YOU, just carelessly going along with whatever he says. You deserve what he's done to you in search of his own pleasure."

"What?" you stammer, trying to move - though something else seems to be burning through you, your muscles weak and useless.

"SILENCE. I've made it permanent. There's no getting out of it. I hope you're happy," she practically spits before disappearing. You didn't even get a chance to ask what exactly she's made permanent! But your strength returns as she disappears, along with the daylight. Still nighttime then? One of the furs you lay on, the fire, and your things are the only remains of the campsite... and you're still hard. The emptiness inside you is like an ache, the unfinished fuck ringing through your body. Grumbling, you go to your pack and set up your much smaller tent and douse the fire. Wrapping yourself in the fur is probably not the best idea, considering the smell of the hunter is all over it as well as being damp with your sweat and... gods know what else, but you're exhausted and you go down to sleep.