You've been napping on your boat when suddenly, your coworker Andrea shouts to get your attention. She's at the dock with her friends Andrea and Beth, urgently requesting to come aboard. Once you welcome them, they implore you to sail away immediately, describing a bizarre virus causing uncontrollable arousal in the city.

As you depart the harbor, you notice smoke rising from different parts of the city and people in a state of panic. Andrea, Laura, and you are on deck, taking in the chaotic scene. Meanwhile, Beth, feeling unwell, retreats to a cabin inside. While navigating the boat, you turn to your companions, about to inquire further.

Beth stumbles back to the cabin moaning under her breath, clearly struggling with whatever ails her. Andrea shoots you an apologetic glance, apparently realizing how inappropriate it is for them all to be discussing this sort of thing while one of their friends is locked away behind a door. Laura seems equally uncomfortable, looking from one person to the other, unsure what to say or do.

Before anyone can say anything else, however, you hear loud thuds coming from belowdecks - Beth pacing back and forth in her cabin. A low moan escapes her lips every now and then.

As Beth continues to moan from belowdecks, Andrea takes the opportunity to tell you more about their situation. She explains that she and her friends were at the gym when they started noticing people exhibiting strange symptoms - intense arousal, loss of self-control, aggressive behavior. They managed to escape and found Beth in a nearby alley, clearly infected herself but still lucid enough to direct them here. As for who Beth is, Andrea says she's her childhood friend; they met at a bar years ago and hit it off immediately.

Andrea nods, biting her lip nervously. "We had nowhere else to go. Beth was the only one who knew about your sailboat; she worked with you at the company a few years ago." Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding and sympathy. The moans from belowdecks grow louder and more frequent as time passes.

All three women nod their understanding and begin to disperse around the boat, giving each other worried glances whenever they think nobody's looking. Andrea apologizes once more for putting you in this situation before disappearing belowdecks herself, likely to check on Beth. Laura finds a spot on the deck to sit and watch over everything, her eyes constantly shifting from one of your movements to the next.

The boat sails onward under full sail, but it's hard for any of you to focus on anything except the increasingly loud moans coming from below. The cabin doors remain shut for now, but it won't be long until somebody decides they need to check on Beth...

With determination in your step, you make your way toward the cabin where Beth is being held captive by her own symptoms. As you approach the door, curiosity gets the better of you and you place an ear against it, straining to hear what she's saying or doing on the other side. Moans and grunts fill your ears as loud thumps shake the door, and it becomes more and more difficult for you to ignore her pleas.

"Kane00," Laura says, approaching from behind. "I don't think that's such a good idea..." Her voice trails off as she glances between your concerned expression and the cabin door. She knows Beth is infected; she's seen enough people affected by this virus already. But at the same time, her friend is in pain, and there's no telling how long she can last locked away like this...

As you begin to question the nature of this sex virus, your attention is drawn back to Laura, who looks uncomfortable and concerned. Her breath quickens slightly as she eyes you up and down, evidently feeling aroused by your proximity despite her better judgment. "Kane00... we really should leave her be for now," she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe find some way to make her more comfortable until this thing passes."

Her words are hardly reassuring; all you can think about is the desperate moaning coming from behind the door. Your resolve begins to waver as desire overpowers common sense, leaving only one option on the table...

As you caress Laura's cheek, she lets out a soft moan, her eyes closing momentarily as she savors the contact between your skin. Her body responds instinctually to this gentle touch, and it becomes clear that even in the midst of this crisis, she can't deny her basic urges. "Thank you," she whispers, nibbling lightly on her bottom lip.

Her reaction only serves to heighten your desire, and it's becoming harder and harder for you to focus on anything other than Laura's flushed cheeks and inviting body language. With one hand still cupped around her face, the other finds its way down her back, kneading at the flesh above her perfect round ass. "You're so beautiful," you murmur between heavy breaths.

Her response is to arch her back into your touch, her hips pressing forward in silent invitation. Laura may not be inf

As you begin to explore Laura's body with increasing abandon, her moans grow louder and more urgent. Her legs wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer as she grinds against your rapidly hardening erection. The sound of flesh slapping together fills the air, and it's clear that they aren't alone on the boat anymore.

Andrea must have heard Laura's reaction to your touch; moments later, a muffled thump from belowdecks confirms that she has abandoned her vigil over Beth in favor of joining them. With an annoyed huff, Laura pulls away for just long enough to glance down at the cabin floor. Her cheeks flush even deeper with arousal as she sees Andrea's infected eyes glowing in the dim light.

The knowledge that their friend is still locked up and in pain only serves to heighten the intensity of their shared passion; Laura thrusts

Beth's moans and thudding against the cabin walls grow louder as Andrea rushes forward, her eyes fixated on the pair entwined on the deck. The sight of Laura grinding against Kane only serves to intensify her arousal, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she watches them writhe together.

As they continue to lose themselves in passion, it becomes increasingly difficult for Andrea to ignore the ache between her legs. She glances back over her shoulder toward Beth, feeling a mix of guilt and desperation well up inside her. With a soft moan, she decides that enough is enough - Beth can't be kept locked away like this anymore.

Silently, Andrea edges closer to the cabin door, careful not to alert either Laura or Kane to her presence as she works up the courage to open it. Her heart races in anticipation of what

With every moan that escapes your lips, Andrea feels her control slipping further away. Her fingernails dig into the flesh of her palms as she struggles to maintain focus on anything other than the feel of Laura's body beneath hers and the intoxicating smell of sweat and lust filling the air. The cabin door seems impossibly far away, a symbol of everything they've left behind - their old lives, their hopes for a cure, and now even poor Beth.

As her movements grow more frantic, Andrea finds herself drawing closer to the door with each thrust. She can feel it within reach now, just beyond the boundaries of her vision... just barely out of touch... Her fingers tremble as they hover mere inches from the handle. All she has to do is grasp it, twist, and everything will be different. But what then? Do they simply abandon Beth to her fate? Or do they try to

With a gasp, Andrea jerks her hand away from the door and presses it against her mouth instead. Her body tenses as she tries to regain control, each inhale shuddering through her lungs as if it were an effort. The sound of their shared passion fills her ears, drowning out every other thought except for one: they can't abandon Beth. Even now, the virus rages inside her and forces her to want more, but she knows that what they're doing is wrong. Slowly, carefully, Andrea edges back away from the pair on the deck until she stands at the very edge of the cabin doorway, gazing down at them both with anguished eyes.

"I... we..." Her voice comes out as little more than a whisper, her words failing her. Beth's muffled cries only serve to make it harder for her to find the courage she needs. Laura gl

Tears begin to well up in Andrea's eyes as she watches Laura and Kane, her heart aching with guilt and desire. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself before speaking again. "I... I can't do this anymore," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their passion. "We have to help Beth."

Her words fall like lead between them, the truth they carry too much to ignore any longer. Kane looks up from where he has Laura pinned to the deck, surprise and confusion clouding his features. Laura, for her part, goes still beneath him as understanding dawns on her face. Without a word, she struggles weakly against Kane's embrace before finally managing to slip free. Her eyes meet Andrea's as she pushes herself up onto unsteady legs and makes her way toward the cabin door. "I'm with

As you empty yourself inside Laura, her body tenses underneath you and she lets out a hoarse cry of pleasure that seems to echo throughout the cabin. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her spent and shuddering in your arms. It's clear that this experience has taken its toll on her as well; guilt weighs heavily upon her body just as much as arousal does.

Andrea looks between the two of you with a mix of sadness and understanding, her expression softening slightly as she realizes that they're all in this together now - suffering from the sex virus and responsible for each other's well-being. She takes a tentative step forward, reaching out to touch either one of you before hesitating, unsure if it's the right thing to do.

The cabin door sits silently off to the side