But the smell is just so nice...

{if Roxxy is alive = true}Nora took another whiff from the vial. A wave of euphoria rushed through her nostrils and down her body, warming her chest up like a shot of whiskey. She tried to look distracted, like she's not secretly peeking at Roxxy, but her eyes shifted to to the side and began to undress her in her mind; dirty little ideas popped into her head, whispering all the lewd little things she could do. She wanted so bad to just walk over to her and kiss her, to start undressing her for real, to let her jacket, and shirt, and her trousers, and everything else underneath, to just let them all drop to the floor so that she could lift her up and pin her against the wall, her sexy lean, fragile body quivering beneath the power of her muscles, all the while whispering dirty words into her ear. She imagined Roxxy would wrap her legs around her waist tightly, and then offer her a suckle from her delicious looking breasts, which she would eagerly accept and ravishingly attack. She'd savour her little breathless whimpers as she'd grind her pussy against hers... her moans, they almost sounded real. She wanted nothing more than for them to be real.

"Ah..."

Nora surprised herself as she snapped out of the stupor, her hand gently caressing the groin of her pants, but it was not her that just moaned. She turned to Roxxy with an expression of shock, her eyes wide, her face flushed, her mouth just slightly agape. Roxxy was rubbing her crotch against the corner of the dusty table, one hand digging its nails into her cheek, her pinkie resting just on the cusp of her lip, and the other holding a vial limply, mindlessly letting its contents pour to the ground in a gentle, thin stream.
When she noticed Nora looking at her, she covered her mouth to stifle a moan, her eyes half closed and just a little lost, but she didn't stop. No, she couldn't stop. She was driven crazy with lust, an animalistic heat that expressed itself through a wet patch on her crotch.

"Ah, N-nora, don't look... This is embaressing, I... I can't help myself..." she dropped the vial, which cracked and split in half, spilling the rest of the perfume on the floor, a strong, floral smell that dissipated into the air, "please don't look..."

Nora couldn't help but look, and took a step forward towards her. "Why not?"

"I... I don't know. You looking at me makes me feel funny..."

Nora's face relaxed, and she smiled. She pressed her chest against her back, her arms wrapping around to the front where her deft fingers unbuckled the belt to her jeans, and then skimmed her quim, oh so very gently, like a leaf in the wind touching a blade of grass. Roxxy bit her lip, swallowing a moan.

Roxxy twisted her head around so she could look at her face. Nora kissed her. They were like sloppy pigs, their tongues interwinding, their breath heavy... but neither of them cared on how it looked, only on how it felt. And it felt amazing. Nora broke away, leaving a silvery thread of spit that strung itself out between their lips, and a deep longing in Roxxy's eyes. "Fuck it. Fuck me Nora! I want you to make me cum!" Her anxious demeanor washed away suddenly, and changed to one of a sex starved beast in heat. She turned around to face her and then pushed herself onto the table, her legs splayed open wide and showing off her prize; her snatch that quiverred with pleasure, each tiny twitch of her legs causing it to shake slightly and dribble, with a hairy patch of stubble just above it. Her fingers deftly parted the lips, and she pushed her thumb inside, her breathing hitting a quick high note with each insertion.

Nora didn't waste any time undressing. She practically tore off her own clothes, popping off a button or two of her shirt, but it didn't matter to her; she could always fix them later. She climbed on top, not exactly sure what to do, but she was confident it'd come to her naturally. Roxxy placed her hands on her shoulders, guiding her to lie on top of her, their breasts squished against each other so tightly that Nora thought they might burst and deflate. She positioned her thigh so that it was sandwiched between hers, and that their pussies kissed. She began to grind her hips, so that Roxxy's thighs stimulated her pussy, and vica versa. The dusty stone table groaned with their combined weight and movements, threatening to crack and buckle, but they just kept at it, lost in their embrace of passion.

"A-a-ah! Oh!" Roxxy moaned as she bucked her hips, and orgasmed, a sploosh of fem cum dribbling down and pooling on the table; a first of many. Nora also orgasmed, its coming only forewarned by a twitch on her face, her fluids mixing freely with hers. She bit down on Roxxy's shoulder, not enough to cause any real pain but just enough to make it exciting, and tightened her arms around her, so tight Roxxy could hardly breathe. She came again.

"N-yaa-ah!" A drooling, stupid expression spread on her face. Both of them were trembling like leaves, both of their breaths heavy and haggard, but they kept on grinding, kept on kissing and moaning and touching each other.

Soon they were both exhausted from their multiple orgasms; exhausted, but very, very satisfied and happy. Nora rolled off to the side, nearly falling off the table. They both lied there, looking at the ceiling, letting their racing hearts calm, and their breaths return to normal.

"W-wow..." Roxxy began to speak between her breaths, "...we really..."

"...Yeah."

"Wow." Roxxy turned to Nora, a concerned yet happy look on her face. "What came over us?"

"Must've been the perfume that did it."

Roxxy turned on her side; her leg curling over Nora's, her hand gently resting on Nora's chest, her fingers caressing and stroking her skin. "That was great though. I- I didn't know you could be this much fun!" She gave her a peck on the cheek.

"It was great, yeah..."

Roxxy suddenly looked concerned. "What's wrong?"

"It was just really sudden and... Strange, that's all. It was great, really. I just think we should talk, about what just happened, what it means..."

"Yeah, I understand..." Roxxy pushed herself up into a sitting position, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Lets talk about this once we get back to camp, we'll have plenty of time to talk there. Right now we should be exploring."

They were both silent for a long while, taking the time to get dressed and cleaned up, but avoiding each others glances. They both packed their bags full of perfumes when the other wasn't looking, eager to take and try them back home.

"Come on, lets get going."{else}As much as Nora tried not to think about it, little perverse and naughty thoughts kept materialising in her mind. She suddenly felt horny, more horny than she ever was in her life, like some sort of animal in heat. She cursed under her breath, cursed that she was like this by herself, wishing that Roxxy, or Brock were with her right now... anyone would do! She just needed anyone, anything, before she is driven crazy by lust! She only noticed then that she were grinding herself mindlessly against the table edge, **** to get herself off. Is this really how far she's fallen, just a few whiffs of a perfume and she's already a horny slut that so desperately needs to fuck? She tried to shake it off, but the more she tried to, the more the yearning became entrenched in her mind and body.

"Ngh... Am I really such a slut?" Slut. The word lingered in her thoughts. When she wasn't paying attention she stripped, like someone who mindlessly bit on their pen while they were thinking, the cold of the chamber not a match for the **** heat inside her. Her being naked came as a surprise to her.

"M-maybe I am a slut..."

Her fingers were thrusting themselves into her snatch, the frantic pace conveying just how **** she was, but it wasn't enough. She staggered, half leaning on the table, towards the seat with the skeleton on it. In her mind it looked like a person, albeit a motionless one, but her simple horny mind couldn't tell the difference. She spread her legs as she sat on its lap. It's lack of cock was not lost on her; sure she was dissapointed, but she just needed something vaguely human. She started to grind her pussy against the dry, dusty bones, her hands on where it's shoulders used to be, her face breathing just an inch away from the skull. She kissed the skull on it's teeth, her eyes closed tightly in passion, her lips sucking and her tongue licking. It tasted foul. The whole situation disgusted her deeply. If she weren't so legendarily horny, she wouldn't even consider it in a million years. But she was horny. And this shameful act excited her so much. Her wet drippings discoloured the bones, her thrusts and movements frantic and erratic. She gripped and shook the skeleton so tightly, that it threatened it to fall apart; only the hundreds of years of dust and dirt kept it in shape.

Then she came. A series of fem cum spurts fountained out of her as she yipped and hollered in pleasure, her body shaking like a leaf, her mind searing hot white exctasy as she finally orgasmed. She went blank, twitching occasionally. She has never felt such a sense of relief in her life as all the heat and horniness poured away. Then she felt the cold creep back in.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?!" She jumped off, nearly tripping over her clothes. The skeleton sat there, as it always had for centuries, it's tattered scraps of cloth hanging from its bones, a wet puddle now pooled beneath it. Nora felt sick at what she did, a heavy stone weighing her down in her stomach. And yet... it was mixed with a sense of pleasure and satisfaction, as if she'd do it all over again if it meant such a release.

Nora no longer wanted to think about it, no longer wanted to even remember this.

"I'm taking this with me to my grave." She quickly put her clothes back on, and pushed this whole experience behind her.

She took a few of the perfume vials and stored them in her bag for later. {endif}