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Chapter 3 by TeddyBearAcid TeddyBearAcid

And the festival turns out to be...

A huge success!

The festival goes off without a hitch! Your pink turnip was hands-down the best showcase present. You wave proudly at all the villagers showering you with their congratulations and adoration, before officially being crowned this year's winner, and accepting your reward. You congratulate all the competetors on a festival well fought and chat it up with all your friends until the plaza slowly empties, and the people go about their day. It's then that you remember that none of this would have even been possible if not for Illuminata's help. Knowing that it's only polite to show the proper gratitude, you decide to pay her a visit, and thank her in person.

You make your way over to the flower shop, and put a hand out to push the door open, but find instead that the door refuses to budge.

That's weird.

You check the sign next to the shop and see that it's still well before closing time. You wonder why the door would be locked this early in the day.

The whole situation leaves you feeling a bit unsettled. You knock gingerly at the door...but there's no reply. You let out a flustered huff before knocking again, only much louder this time...but there's still no reply. Guess you'll just have to come back later.

You turn to leave, but suddenly, you hear the faint sound of a voice coming from inside. You quickly jerk your head back toward the door, and place your ear against it, so as to hear better. Everything is quiet for several moments. You nearly give up, but just before you pull away from the door you hear the sound again. The voice is muffled, but you're sure you can hear someone crying out in pain. You think it must be coming from upstairs.

Fearing the worst, you ram your shoulder against the door in an attempt to break inside. Breaking and entering isn't exactly your thing, but lives could be in danger for all you know!

You feel the door weaken after the first several hits, then you draw back a good distance before ramming it with everything you've got, and finally manage to break the blasted thing open.

"Aaah!" you hear the voice again. It sounds as though it's getting louder. Figuring there's no time to lose, you speed up the stairs as fast as you can. You get about halfway up the stairs when the sound begins to repeat over and over in rapid succession.

"Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!"

Once you're completely upstairs, you turn the corner to find Illuminata lying back on her bed, but in...less than presentable circumstances.

"Wha-what are you doing in here?!" she asks with a raised voice, but you guess that it's less from anger and more from the way her fingers are furiously sliding up and down her bare pussy.

Wait, what?

You stand there, completely dumbstruck as she lies on her back, legs splayed and ass in the air with her pants around her ankles as she carries on with her lewd act. For some reason, you just can't bring yourself to tear your eyes away from what's happening in front of you. You tell yourself the blame's not all on you though, as she makes no attempt to stop, or even adjust herself so that her most private part is out of view. Instead, she just continues running her hands along her exposed mound, now dipping two fingers inside each time she does so, and you start to feel a strange burning between your legs.

You look down to see that there's already a tent form in in the front of your pants. Your first instinct is to hide it, but when you cover it with your hands, a sudden shock, like a bolt of lightning, surges from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. Instead of covering your growing bulge, you have both hands wrapped tightly around it. Your brain starts telling you to do things that you're unsure of -- to take that sucker and ram it inside that hot little minx in front of you. You try to dismiss the thought, but as you watch the redheaded young elf fingering herself, the way her back arches each time she plunges a finger inside herself, the pitiful moans that escape her pouted lips, you find it harder and harder to control your actions.

What do you do?

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