The shifts change

From overhead somewhere a wolf-like howl echoes through the darkness. The priest tilts his head and listens, "Ah... the werewolves are on to a new shift. That sounds like anger and rage. They'll be fighting."

The mood in the strange dark little cubby hole under the spooky old house changes too. You can feel it. It's almost as some sort of strange, invisible, gas has filled the area and changed the atmosphere.

All of a sudden the priest throws down his silver letter opener too. "Us too! The house is changing the human shift too. It's ... it's ..." He drops his trousers, letting them hit the floor and spins to face you with his thick cock grasped in a hand.

"It's going to be sex for us!" he wheezes, beginning to masturbate. "You mustn't go outside. Not while the werewolves are hunting," his fingers pump on his cock. "You must release the sexual tension. You must! Or it'll possess you!"

Behind the priest you can see the silent man is doing the same. His shotgun is out of sight and his pants are also around his ankles. He has his balls cupped in one hand while using the fingers of another to stroke his cock.

Perhaps they're right... perhaps this strange old house is inflicting "sex waves" or hypnosis or whatever it does at you because rather than being horrified that your two rescuers are now half-naked, waving their cocks in front of you as they seem to be racing one another to climax you're just confused.

You know the area under the house is larger than just this patch by the doors. You could leave these two and explore but it would mean squeezing past the two frantic men. You could ignore the advice and go back outside.

Oddly, there's a growing urge to stay inside and help with those two cocks. Perhaps you should do something soon.