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(Note: if you’re a woman, and you think this is an egregiously rubbish portrayal of a woman aroused, please let me know).

It’s very odd that you should feel this way about some random girl you just met. It’s so odd it nearly breaks your arousal. You’ve no idea who she is aside from running that fortified farm; you’ve no idea what she’s like as a person, there’s next to nothing that could justify wanting her. Yet you do.

You’ve never experienced lust quite like this before. You have encountered a few individuals in the past who oozed sex to the point you had crimson thoughts spontaneously, but it was in their aura, what they projected of themselves unto the world. This is a complete stranger. Yet you want her.

You think of what it would be like to run that farm with this nameless girl as your partner. You’d both get filthy throughout the day, all the while teasing each other; a bitten lip here, a kiss there. When it’s all done you’d have her join you under some sort of fountain to clean up together. It’d start out all tame and all, just mutual grooming. You her all muddied up and sweaty, stepping under the water. You see all the dirt accumulated wash off her skin, her brown locks sticking to her, soaked. Staring at her **** body here under the trees, only a few hundred metres away from some monstrous evil spirit, you imagine rubbing the mud off her, removing the veil from her nakedness. Without thinking now, you reach out and touch her, really touch her, replicating the cleansing motion on her, while another hand goes first to your own chest, pinching and twisting your nipples, and then slowly going down to your pussy, at last delivering the touch your thoughts promised. As you squeeze her breasts you try to feel what it would be like if she were licking you right now, and maybe using her own fingers on you. At that image you begin to rub yourself more insistently, working your clit with your thumb while you penetrate yourself with your other fingers. You know your bits, you know what does it for you, and soon you’re close. It’s getting hard to breathe properly, and in spite of yourself you spit a grunt and drop a whimper every few seconds. You’re going to come soon.

You’re riding the wave upwards, nearing climax every passing instant, and just as your mental faculties near their imminent temporary failure, a thought drops in front of you: it’s dark.

Test your will to live. Roll one die. If your roll anything more than 4, turn to 46. If you roll less, turn to 110.