Malnourished Masturbation

//Starved Self-Abuse; replaces masturbation at 0(?) satiety (or just another option?)
Need gnaws at you, but as starved as you are, you can barely think straight, let alone get your lusts in order. Your head pounds, and your eyes droop, and you want nothing more than to rest, to free yourself from this waking nightmare, but every time you even start to forget about it, a dagger of pain suddenly flares in your stomach. You have no idea if you'll even be able to pleasure yourself like this. Still, you can't ignore this situation for much longer, or there'll be consequences. And for some reason, the odd, half-dazed state of mind you find yourself in is strangely exciting.

You woozily slip off into your [cabin],  your addled mind completely unable to focus on anything on the way over, and once you're finally inside, you almost collapse on the spot. Your shivering [hands] can barely strip your [armor] off, and your [skinshort] is covered in cold sweat as you stumble forward. With the last bit of your strength, you heave yourself onto the [bed] and slump over. However, this motion only serves to exacerbate your dizziness, and it's several moments before you can recover your bearings.

The pangs in your abdomen and the throbbing of your head are always with you, but there's nothing you can do about them right now, so you're left to writhe in pain. Anything would be better than this, you think as you bite down on your lip. Your burning body roars at you to do something, but your limbs feel so sore and weak that you're not even sure you'll be able to rise again. Nevertheless, your [genitalis] already [if (hascock) [if (hasvagina) stirring|hard]|wet] despite your discomfort, so you begin.

You reach a tentative hand down to your [if (hascock) [cock]|[vagina]], and when you make contact, it feels like being shocked. It seems that your desperation is amplifying your [if (sens > 70) already high] sensitivity. With a slightly gentler touch, you slowly start exploring your [genitals], looking for any distraction from your miserable condition.

However, no matter how hard you try, you can't get past it. It eats you up, burns you, consumes every thought in your head until you're left heaving with want, your fingers working [if (hascock) up and down your length|in and out of your folds] fervently. But even with this oppressive malaise, you feel a growing excitement start to emerge as you continue to pleasure yourself, and so there's nothing left to do but give in to it and embrace the feelings swirling inside you.

Delirium starts to take you. Your abs tighten convulsively, the searing pain deep in your gut and the rising pleasure in your core merging into one sublime sensation, sending you to heights you never would have thought possible. As every nerve in your body alights, your vision darkens, the surrounding [cabin] fading away while your world narrows to only the two extremes pulling at you. You curl up reflexively as your fevered [hand] redoubles its efforts, frantically rubbing all of your most sensitive spots, but you're no longer even conscious of your own movements. As you close in on the end, you focus on your [if (hascock) glans|clit], pushing yourself closer and closer to your breaking point until it's almost unbearable.

And with a hoarse cry, you climax, staining the [bed] with your wasted [if (hascock) seed|juices]. The orgasm rips through you, straining every fiber of your being as your muscles tense and your mind near bursts under the pressure. You can do nothing but lie there, shattered, as the world around you slowly resolves itself into something recognizable. However, when you finally feel lucid again, shivering now that your passion has died down, the first thing you register is a dull, whole-body ache, and you're left only feeling more empty than before.