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    202, LOVE SPELL


    SIGRID


    “What the hell is happening to Electra’s body?!”


    In the middle of the night, the temperature started to rise, burning


    my skin all over.


    It felt like a volcano erupting in my belly.


    My nipples were sensitive, and my vulva kept contracting and


    releasing juices nonstop; I was aroused, like a she-wolf in heat—


    but this wasn’t even my real body!


    What was going on?


    “Damn pervert!” I screamed inside as I sifted through the mess of


    her memories and realized what spell Electra had cast on herself.


    She’d invented it to increase libido and fertility —basically, to fuck


    like a bitch for days with her ves and boost the chances of


    getting pregnant.


    Ttried to neutralize the desire running through my veins, but it


    was overwhelming. I needed to release at least once, or I felt like


    I’d die from the pain and cramps in my vagina, which was


    screaming to be prated and filled with a man’s essence.


    Istarted by touching my breasts, trying not to wake Ss, or I’d


    die of embarrassment.


    My hands began to massage them over the long shirt I was.


    wearing, but it wasn’t enough.


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    “Mmmnn,” 1 bit my lower lip hard, pushing the fabric aside and


    touching my breasts directly, pinching my hard nipples, twisting


    them, and squeezing the tender flesh.


    Imoved my thighs together, seeking friction, the folds contracting


    and itching.


    “Mmmm, lustful witch!” No matter how much I cursed her, I was


    the intruder in her body.


    My hand slithered down as if it had a life of its own, slipping inside


    the dampened panties.


    My fingers began to y with the tense clit, hissing and gasping


    escaping my lips.


    “Please, don’t let Ss hear me, don’t let him hear me,” I repeated,


    but I couldn’t stop; my mind could only think about sex, about


    pleasure.


    T stroked between my swollen vaginal lips, up and down, coating


    my fingers in sticky fluids, rubbing my clit fast, pressing and


    pinching it, moving it everywhere with perverse delight.


    A finger slid inside me, making me bury my face sideways into the


    pillow.


    My dampshes fanned across my face, full of desire and sick lust.


    “ahhh, sshhh, mmmm,” I started pumping in and out—one


    finger, two fingers, three fingers like hooks, fast and slippery.


    I fought not to thrust my pelvis forward, the pleasure building in


    my belly, my vagina vibrating, air rushing out between my lips,


    ----


    forcibly shut.


    “Mmmmmm,” I trembled, holding back the rough moan as I


    spilled between my legs.