Gold-Obsesión

Stacy Golder lived like a goddess. Born into the noblest elven family that had ever existed, she possessed a fortune that would put kings to shame.

Moreover, she had been blessed with the finest attributes her kind could bestow: golden hair that reflected the sunlight, eyes as blue as the sea, skin more radiant than any girl's, and massive breasts that proudly defied gravity.

Even among the other elves, she inspired both envy and admiration; there wasn't a girl who didn't desire her.

"I adorn my life,"

That was the first thing she murmured as she walked through the university halls, flaunting her assets. She was superior to almost everyone around her, and she knew it; the others existed to revolve around her.

She wore the basic uniform: a white t-shirt and miniskirt with blue trim. But on her voluptuous figure, it was far too tight, revealing her breasts and buttocks to the world.

She headed to the special lockers reserved only for the most prestigious students—a place where, of course, she belonged…and there she saw him.

The only dark cloud in her perfect world, Norman Forges, was trying to rummage through his friend Nina's locker.

"What do you think you're doing, scum?" she said angrily.

The human jumped back in fright, like a mouse, when he was caught.

"N-nothing... I just... I just came to look for... look for something," the human stammered, struggling to find the right words.

"There's NOTHING of yours here, you bastard, and that locker is protected by a powerful spell you could never break."

The young man stared at the locker with a foolish expression of astonishment that irritated Stacy even more.

"I... I didn't know that...unbelievable."

"Get lost, scum! I don't want to see you around here again," Stacy said sharply.

She was a head taller than the human, which made her even more imposing.

"Y-yes."

Afraid, Norman fled the place, sending the elf's golden hair flying and giving her even more reason to believe how useless he was.

"That miserable human was probably looking for his underwear... he can't even figure out why it wouldn't open... but what can you expect from someone like him?" she thought aloud.

Just seeing his face made her angry. She cursed the day she arrived at the university and fervently believed he didn't deserve to set foot on the same ground as her.

"It almost makes me wish I'd caught him red-handed... it would be the perfect excuse to kick him out of this place."

Now, with a calmer head and silence reigning, she opened her locker and took out a beautiful silver bottle.

“Time for my elixir.”

The golden liquid inside revitalizes the body, sharpens the minds of elves, and tastes better than anything in the world.

She took a small sip, feeling a tingle in her groin that quickly spread everywhere. The flavor was infinitely better than before; she didn't know what it was, but she detected something heavenly she had never tasted before.

“Hmm… God, this is magic!”

Eager to taste more, she gulped it down. The tingle transformed into a burning desire that made her nipples harden and her vagina release abundant lubrication.

But her craving prevented her from noticing; she drank and drank, oblivious to the world, and when the elixir was gone, she raised the bottle searching for the last drops. If someone had arrived, they would have seen a crazy alcoholic trying to quench her intense thirst.

When she realized there was no more, she dropped the bottle to the floor, panting, looking around for something she didn't yet understand.

"Hmm...hmm...my body...burns...it's scorching...I want something...I don't need something...grrr"

Her brain worked to detect this new craving; it was as if her body activated a tracking function she never knew existed until now.

Her sharp eyes scanned the entire place, trying to find what she needed. Then she inhaled deeply, like an animal detecting a familiar scent but unable to recall its origin.

"There's...more...hmmm...more of that heavenly flavor...hmmm...I can smell it."

She was so lost in the scent that she didn't even realize she was touching her breasts. But she didn't care; it was only that scent she had to follow at all costs.

“I must…go…I must have more…moooore.”

Her blue eyes glazed over before she left, driven by an unknown desire toward a goal she didn't know…but needed!