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Chapter 4 by Adova Adova

What memetic event?

Addicting pussy

Illiara was masturbating again. Her hand violently shoving her entire hand into her engorged pussy. Moaning loudly as she arched her back into the satin sheets of her extravagant bed. This must have been the tenth time by now in an hour. She simply couldn't help herself. The fair skinned elf was locked in a seemingly endless cycle of desperately masturbating until she cums, her pussy then throbbing and engorging and growing slightly as she casually plays with it and recovers, followed by getting even hornier than before and masturbating all over again. The poor elf had at first tried to resist, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't. Only an hour earlier she had cast a spell on herself that she had found in a tome given to her by some mysterious imp. Some fellow Quel'dorei had warned against doing deals with demons...but queen azshara herself was rumoured to be doing the very thing. Illiara adored their high elven queen and her thirst for power. The beauty of her was unmatched, which had spurred the elfs desires. She wanted to be just as her, beautiful beyond compare and powerful.

That was why she had cast the spell on herself. If she had understood the spell correctly it was meant to make anyone who saw her infatuated with her naked form. Of course the elf had not accounted for the fact that spell would affect her too. When she had casted the spell she was looking at herself in the mirror. Feeling the warm growth of her pussy engorging with blood. The wetness of her juices leaking as she got so inexplicably horny. And now here she was. Infatuated with her own pussy. Cumming over and over. Each time replacing more and more of her old self with nothing else but mindless hunger. Each time she came the break before her pussy craved more got shorter. In a short moment of clarity she wondered what would happen if the breaks she got became so short her previous orgasm hadn't even ended yet before she needed to go again. The thought was at first terrifying. However as she kept on gooning out she was starting to look forward to it. She wanted more. She needed more. It was as if each orgasm she had was bringing her closer to another level. As if there was a whole new barrier she could push through and achieve true sexual enlightenment.

She felt another even more powerful orgasm creep up...this one barely finishing before the next one came. She was on the precipice as she grabbed her breasts with her free hand. Groping them violently. Her rock hard nipples loving the attention, despite the fact that her entire focus was on her now hypnotic pussy. She was staring at it in the mirror. Obeying it. She was so close now. Just one more...one more for her pussy. She had to obey. Had to cum. Had to keep masturbating. On and on and on...round and round and-....fuck it was coming. A huge one. She knew this was it. She was gonna-....

With a violent explosion the elf came so hard her juices squirted around the entire room. Her eyes twitching as she spasms as if she was having a seizure. Her brain wiped from any of her old worries as an orgasm of unprecedented pleasure washed her mind away. The feeling was so good she would never care about anything else ever again. Nothing else mattered but the feeling that was flowing from her pussy. The pleasure slowly wafting over her entire body like the most comfiest of heated blankets as her muscles eventually relaxed. Her hand stopped masturbating. She had done enough. She knew this now as a complete sense of calm and relaxation spread through her mind and body. She smiled. The pleasure was still there. Yet something else was growing and becoming even more important. She felt powerful. Charming...her beauty really was unmatched as she slowly stood back up and stared at herself in the mirror. Her plump body was perfect. Rounded and curvy in all the right places. One of her hands flicked her clit as the other parted her now very fat pussy lips. She knew that her pussy was divine. A single glance would enrapture anyone. This was her birthright, her truth, her weapon to be used to control her high elf sisters. She grinned as she turned around towards the door to her room. It was time to share this pleasure.

Who does she share it with?

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