Libido

Zelda scrunched up her face to prepare herself to concentrate. She knitted her knees together as the buzzing continued inside of her vagina. She had woken up very horny for some reason and tried to get it to pass normally. Unfortunately, one orgasm wasn't enough to satiate her for the morning and with how bad it was she wouldn't have even left her room if she hadn't shoved the fake penis into herself. Zelda just hoped that this was going to pass soon. She covered her mouth to muffle a moan as she reached her fourth orgasm of the day.

"What is wrong with me today," she mumbled, refocusing on the task before her. Breakfast, think breakfast. Right now, she had the batter ready for the things they called pancakes. This had been done in the last twenty minutes with the powdered mix. Zelda sighed in defeat. This was going to be a long day. Gathering herself, Zelda whipped the sweat from her brow and she went to actually cook the damn things.

As Zelda got a pan on the stove Hinata came in with messy hair and a far-off expression. She held her right hand as she walked blankly to the kitchen table. She didn't even say anything to Zelda. What the hell happened to her?

"Your hand okay," was all Zelda could ask as a spike of pleasure coursed through her body, while she poured some mix into the pan.

"I slept on it wrong," Hinata monotonously blurted out after a few seconds. She then absent-mindedly started to suck on the tip of her pointer finger of the injured hand. Zelda was about to verbally question Hinata more until a person in a mixed-matched rabbit costume just skipped by in the middle of the room. They waved at her, and Zelda just stared back dumbfounded. What was happening this morning?

Zelda bit the bottom of her lip as she felt pleasure begin to build back up again. She just decided to go back to the pancakes. Unfortunately, the first few were either a bit burned or undercooked from her divided attention. After a while, Elm finally came out of his room and seemed to be normal. He stopped for a second confused and sniffed the air. He shrugged it off and continued walking. He must smell me Zelda thought to herself which only added to the arousal that was down below.

"Hey Zelda," he called to her as she flipped a pancake. "Are you sure you guys can't hurt me?"

"Yeah, see," she then took a spoon off from a countertop and reared back to hit him. Before she could start moving though, with no will of her own, her hand let go of it. Her arm shook as she tried to **** it down to at least smack the guy, but it wouldn't budge. It was unsurprisingly a feeling Zelda was awfully familiar with. Feeling she made the point she drooped her arm back down to her side. "What spurred you to ask that?"

"I was threatened by a lady in a rabbit costume, and I am pretty sure that if I don't do what she asks of her then she is quite able to kill me."

"Well," Zelda started unsure of how to continue. Her legs started to rub together on their own. She suppressed a moan and continued. "What is she asking you to do?" Elm looked around a bit and then leaned next to her head. She squeaked out a little moan from her mouth which immediately made her blush. Meanwhile, Elm paused and looked at her slightly concerned.

"She asked me to basically, well," he trailed around but finally whispered, "She asked me to **** Vanessa, which is herself, I guess. So, I guess she gave me permission to do that to her?" Zelda knew the rules here, so it wasn't something that would have any consequences about it. Still, Zelda wouldn't wish it on anyone and certainly knew enough to know Elm wasn't conferrable with the idea either. Yet in a strange clouded horny state, it sounded great. The idea swam around her head as she felt herself edge over again and this time, she just fell onto Elm moaning to herself.

"Whoa, hey you, okay? I was still debating on what I was going to do about that" he panicked holding her up by the waist. She took a sweaty palm to the side of his face and looked up at his eyes. Something unlocked inside of her, something very primal, and it was clear to Elm.

"Fuck me right now" she pleaded at him.