Chapter 3

Evening had fallen around the Great Lake. Stars would not dazzle the sky tonight, as far as Mavis could tell. The cloud cover seemed pretty thick, an indication a storm was coming.

After the wild spectacle that climaxed with her own proud display of autofellatio, Mavis eventually got up and gathered her clothes from nearby, putting them back on. Even if she was alone with these gorgeous people, she had to be cautious on account of her status as a Cursed ... Mavis paused at that line of thought as she put on her shorts. She had gotten so used to those two words that she barely noticed it until now. But Siobhan proudly calling herself something different, something positive, made her want to say the same. So she began to let the word “hermie” etch into her head. Regardless, she still had to be cautious if someone more straight-laced chanced upon her. After getting dressed, she walked back to her makeshift camp. She took the time to grab some fallen tree branches for firewood. Before it got too dark, she finally got around to setting up her tent and placing her supplies and clothing there.

Mavis lit a campfire, and it became the only real source of light. She had a flashlight, but she’d rather not use it since it ate through batteries pretty quickly. Looking through her items, she made a dinner out of cold cuts, crackers, and cheese. Her food could last a few days, which was about as long as she wanted to be out of civilization.

As she ate, she reflected on the events of this day. It was unusual enough to stumble upon such a large yet serene lake, without. She was no geography expert, but the absence of any camps nearby seemed strange. But all that followed - meeting Siobhan, witnessing a wild orgy as though it were a daily routine - that was beyond surreal.

At the same time, despite the weirdness of it all, she felt a certain contentment being here. Perhaps it was the weirdness itself, and her participation in it through getting off on Siobhan and wantonly sucking herself off, that made it comforting. For a little while, she could forget about the real world, about Harry and Claire.

Mavis’ mind always drifted back to that couple. She was young and her status meant she kept her distance from others. So this was the first time she truly felt heartbreak, especially one that was essentially forced upon by outsiders. Her eyes still welled up on occassion, even after that spectacle. They meant so much to her.

Still, the mere presence of Siobhan here made things a little easier to bear. Just knowing there was someone who not only was like her, but wanted her because she was like her, made her feel warm inside. It certainly helped that Siobhan was exceptional in her beauty. Even now, Mavis could envision her long red hair, the light freckles that adorned her face and chest, her cutting emerald eyes, the slight tan on her skin that enhanced everything, her modest but pretty breasts, her luscious pussy, her impressive uncircumcised cock. It made Mavis’ body stir once again, though she did not feel inclined to give in to desire at the moment.

She was rather surprised, going back to those moments. She lost track of how many times she had an orgasm. Granted, her body’s unique physiology granted her stamina that, mixed with the unusual amount of hormones, meant she could have for several hours if she wanted to. But there was something odd about that episode in that she felt even more energized every time she came. Like her body was creating rather than dispersing her lust. In that setting, she could probably have sex all day without needing to rest. The thought lingered for a while.

Suddenly, the winds began to pick up. As Mavis suspected, a storm was approaching. She cleaned up the mess from her meal, put up a raincatcher for water on a nearby tree, then extinguished the flames. She struggled for a moment to get her bearings in the near-complete darkness, but she managed to slip into and close up her tent. Moments later, a pattering of rain began to fall. She listened to it intently, and heard it intensify into a hard roar. While the winds were not strong, the rain made her concerned the tent would loosen and collapse, leaving her exposed to the downpour. Surprisingly, it held.

Mavis wasn’t sure whether to call it a night or just let the storm pass. Eventually, it seemed like neither was a reasonable option. The temperature in the tent began to rise despite there being no heat source besides Mavis, and she alone didn’t give off that much heat. On top of that, the tent became humid. Mavis was curious as to the sudden rise in heat, and felt the lining of her tent. It was quite warm, all around, which meant it was coming from outside. But it was nighttime, and there wasn’t that much heat to speak of when she sat out there.

Wanting a clear understanding of the situation, Mavis decided against her better judgment to open the tent just enough to stick her hand out, get a grasp of the air and rain. Some water seeped into the tent, much to her dismay. But the annoyance of being wet in the tent was replaced by the shock of what she felt outside the tent. Bizarrely, as the rain splashed on her hand, it was actually quite warm. There had been occasions where she got caught in the rain of a thunderstorm during a hot day, and even they weren’t as warm as this rain. It wasn’t quite hot by any stretch, but definitely warm enough that one could possibly take a satisfying shower.

As she pondered this situation, that last observation gave her an amusing idea. Why not wash herself off with this rain? It wouldn’t be the worst way to pass the time in this storm. Better than in a muggy tent. Plus, she had yet to really clean herself off after the spectacle from earlier. Given how dark it was and how hard the rain fell, there was little risk in her being seen by anyone. Though the thought that someone would see her naked and showering no longer had the fearful pull it once did.

With the humidity becoming excessive, Mavis decided to peel off her black t-shirt before it became too sticky on her. She hurled the shirt off into the corner of the tent, far from the rain. She felt more comfortable, but it wasn’t enough. Reaching forward, she untied her laces and kicked off her boots and socks. Now she felt like she could sleep. And yet ... she felt something strange. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt some kind of pull to the rain. It was almost as if the rain was calling out to her. Or perhaps her body yearned to be out there, naked and soaking. Whatever it was, she couldn’t shake it. It kept getting stronger. Finally, she realized it would be futile to resist whatever it was that demanded her out there. She was afraid, of course. But at the same time a different, peculiar feeling also overwhelmed her: Anticipation. She hesitantly unbuttoned her shorts, slid them off, and tossed them in the pile. She then, after a moment of pondering, unzipped the flap of the tent again and slid out, making sure to close it behind her so little water would get inside.

Mavis had barely closed up the tent when she found herself completely drenched by the rain. She had never witnessed, let alone felt, a downpour like this. It was almost like she was under a waterfall, no matter where she stood. Still, the warmness of the rain made the whole experience pleasant. She enjoyed how the water splashed and slid all over her skin. It made her feel clean. She was kind of grateful now that she could enjoy this experience.

After searching fruitlessly in the torrential dark for her supposedly waterproof backpack for soap, she decided to let herself be drenched by the water instead to clean herself up. She brushed her hands around her body, making sure no spot was left untouched. As she did so, she could not help but notice her cock starting to get hard once again. She couldn’t recall the last time she was this horny, even for a young twenty-something like herself, even when her condition makes her more active than normal women or men. Yet there she was, getting hard again, feeling a bit of wetness from her pussy that wasn’t just from the rain. She smiled. Nobody was around, and the rain just felt too good. She had to get off to this. After all, even if she did come, it would just wash away.

Mavis grabbed her cock and began stroking it, this time with a confident vigor that was lacking from earlier. Her other hand played with her clit and pussy with a similar confidence. She let out a moan much louder than before that could easily be heard from a distance were it not for the torrential rain. She had never been so loud before. Perhaps today did something in her mind. Being around Siobhan made her feel proud of who she was. She wasn’t Cursed. How could she be, so beautiful and hot and sexy, with the means to have sex with anyone she meets? The world should see that about her, welcome her as a sexual force of nature. They should look at her, and see desire ... in her, in themselves.

A flash of lightning seemed to answer that question, and for a moment, Mavis stopped. She could swear that, despite being unable to see no more than 10 or 15 feet in front of her, she could see some figures in the lake near its shore. A second flash confirmed it. There were about four, maybe five figures there. This made her freeze, for as much as her desire yearned to to be seen now, she also felt exposed and vulnerable. Still, she hadn’t let go of her cock, and it actually twitched each time she saw the figures. Subsequent flashes of lightning made her realize they weren’t moving all that much. They weren’t approaching her, but they also weren’t retreating, either.