Lady Van Helsing/Go check on Drs Frinks and Dexter
From Create Your Own Story
You push aside your arousal and dress, a difficult task considering that every time you even slightly brush against your body you shudder with desire. When you glance at yourself in the mirror, you realize you have a severe problem. Your arousal has soaked through your undergarments and is in the process of staining your trousers! "This decides it," you think, "this is definitely a symptom of that woman's 'curse'." Though you dislike wearing anything that might restrict your movements in a dangerous situation, you decide to change into the dress you brought for formal occasions in order to hide your problem and maintain some shred of your dignity. Still, you can feel your fluids dripping down your thighs as you walk. Hopefully if you keep moving you won't leave any noticeable puddles.
You leave your room and walk down the hall to Dr Frinks' room, carefully and with great difficulty keeping you thoughts focused on the least erotic things you can think of. You knock on the door to Dr Frinks' room, but recieve no answer.
"Philius, are you well?" You call, but silence is your only reply. Fearing the worst, you try the door. Finding it locked, you quickly force it open.
Your fears are confirmed with a single glance at the bed. A withered and dessicated corpse lies on it, swathed in funerary wrappings like an ancient mummy. The face is badly wrinkled and partially covered by the wrappings, but what you can see confirms your guess that the corpse is that of Dr Frinks. Looking over the corpse's body, you see, poking from the wrappings around the groin, an erect yet withered penis, surprisingly large despite the corpse's dessicated state. The sight of it causes mixed feelings of disgust and desire to flood your mind. You feel an almost overwhelming urge to fuck yourself atop the corpse, an urge that fills you with horror and self-loathing even as you contemplate obeying it.
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