Unleashed Desire A Tale of the Grand Skies chapter 6 by EnviTheFool

There was a noticeable rise in body heat and oxygen intake. Will felt like an engine trying to rev up, desperate for any fuel it could get. The rising hunger that he felt lined up neatly with this analogy. His body was clearly trying to accomplish something, preparing something... but what?

As Will expressed these observations and musings in his shorthand, he began to feel increasingly uncomfortable, restless. He had to resist the urge to squirm in his seat all the while slowly acknowledging yet another strong sensation that was rising up within him. It had similar energy to the earlier tingling, but much more localized, and much, much stronger.

Will was a man of great self control. It had been a defining feature of most of his life thorough his many walks of life. He was a man who was in control of himself, no matter what those who had witnessed his bouts of mania claimed. And it was precisely because of this that he felt some indescribable guilt over how he was unable to calm down his sudden yet rapidly rising erection.

There was no simulation or an object of arousal, but comparing it a spontaneous one was simply unthinkable. Will gritted his teeth as his notes were forced to focus on this new focal point and its details. The unprecedent tumescence that was desperate to break free of its confines. The excessive amounts of pre-ejaculate that was ruining his trousers in record pace. The... the rate at which...

The scholar's handwriting was getting shaky and sporadic. He had to admit that the elixir's physiological and psychological effects were remarkable, albeit undesired. Never in his life had he felt a desire this strong. A desire to fuck. He just needed to fuck. It didn't matter who or what. Anything would do.

"Is this... what their... breeding... fuck!"

He was too quick to get up. The act of slamming his meat against the desk on accident was the last nail in the coffin. Whether it hurt or not was impossible to tell. What mattered more that it was stimulation. A taste of something that was lacking. A tease. More and more precum pushed its way to surface as his new instincts did the same. His cognitive functions were eroding away at an alarming rate. The former priest snarled as he held his head. His altered brain chemistry began to take over. Honing in on the singular desire.

Anything would do.