Get moving!

You don't have time to take a break! You have to get out of here as soon as possible! You shut your eyes and shake your head. Taking a moment to gather your courage, you **** your arms and legs to begin pushing you down the hallway. Your hand pulls away from your crotch, letting you scoot on all fours until you are clear of the magic circle. Once you are past it, you turn over and sigh. What an insidious thing! Whoever made this place really wants to trap people in here, you think to yourself. Thankfully you're past it now, though, and you can focus again on getting out of here.

No matter how hard you try, however, the encounter has definitely left you distracted. As you make your way down the halls, your hand wanders down between your legs again, absent-mindedly brushing over your folds and around your slick entrance as you follow the quiet stone walls along. Several times you catch yourself playing, stopping for a moment and clasping your hands together behind your back. This never lasts long, however, as the moment you lose focus even a little bit your hand wanders back to the moistness between your thighs.

You eventually stop trying to hold yourself back, figuring that since you're by yourself you it doesn't really matter that much if you enjoy yourself along the way. You've been navigating these winding corridors for a while now and haven't seen any indication that anyone else is here.

That is, until you turn a corner and come face to face with...