If Alia were coherent or if anyone else were inside the bedroom when Alia was climaxing, they would have witnessed that all of the shadows from the giant bed were multiplying and moving around in an unnatural manner, like tendrils. Alia was so deep in the throes of passion that she didn't even notice the strange movent of her shadow, as it shot along the floor, up the wall, and to the ceiling, where it found a round crystal that was no bigger than a marble and was surrounded by the shadow and crushed it in the blink of an eye.
That wasn't the only shadow that shot out of Alia's body and attacked the crystals. Every shadow, including the ones inside the armoire, was shooting out and attacking the crystal in her room, but it also went under the door that went to the Duke's room, where Tayna was spooking around the Duke's belongings. The shadow moved up the wall and to the ceiling as it found another similar round crystal and crushed it like the first one.
Tayna's eyes widened as she heard the sound of breaking glass coming from the Duke's room. She turned around to see if soone was in the room with her, but no one was there.
'Was that my imagination?' Tayna thought, her heart racing as she stood frozen in place. She didn't see the shadowy tendrils slip back underneath the door and back into the Duchess's room, where they faded back into the bed's shadows.
Alia's climax had reached its peak, and her mind was reeling from the intense pleasure coursing through her body. She was utterly overwheld by the sensations that her body was shaking uncontrollably. It was so powerful that she couldn't help but pass out with a thud.
"Hahh... Hahh... T-That... Was... Amazing..." Alia breathed, her clothes completely ruined, while she was sprawled out on the Duchess's bed. The quilt beneath her was covered in her fluids, and the air was thick with the scent of sex. Her long hair was matted and tangled, and her skin was covered in sweat and cum. The enchanted dildo was oversaturated with her mana that it burnt out and shrank in size until it was no longer than 3 inches and fell out of her.
Her body was exhausted, and her mind was still fuzzy from the afterglow. She lay there for a few minutes, catching her breath and enjoying the afterglow.
"Mmm..." she moaned as she finally managed to push herself into a sitting position, her legs still weak from her orgasm.
She took a mont to take in her surroundings, 'Huh?... W-Where am I? Where's Ben?' she thought as her vision slowly focused.
"U-Um..." She said as she looked around, trying to make heads or tails out of her situation, but no one was around.
The room she was in was very luxurious, the furniture made of dark hardwood, and the walls adorned with tasteful paintings. But most striking was the bed she was sitting on. It was large enough to accommodate four people comfortably, and the sheets were of the highest quality silk.
"Wow... Who has a bed this big—Oh, my Goddess!?"
Alia noticed the giant painting above the head of the bed, and it was none other than Duchess Leandra. Alia was inside the Duchess's bedroom, and everything ca flooding back into her mind. From the ti she arrived at the party to when Leandra tried to exploit her and her mother, to her cousin trying to humiliate her in front of all the other Ladies of the Court, to the Dark Elf doing sothing to her that made her beco so incredibly horny.
'T-The Dark Elf's spell! She must have tried to corrupt !... B-But I don't feel like I'm corrupted anymore. I have to warn the others before it's too—'
"Whoa!? OOF!" Alia was moving off the bed in a hurry. When she tried to stand up and run, her legs were so tired from her orgasms that they gave out, and it didn't help that she wasn't used to her new voluptuous body. She fell right onto the floor, butt first. She was surprised by how bouncy and soft her butt felt now, even though she landed on her ass; the landing didn't hurt at all. Not only that, her chest bounced a little too.
"Huh?..." Alia looked down at herself for the first ti since Rya lifted the curse from her Mana Vein, and her sight was greeted by a pair of enormous, perky, soft breasts that were almost twice the size of her head and defied gravity. She wouldn't be able to see her feet over the humongous orbs of flesh if she were standing. Where did these things co from?
"Wh-What in the na of the Goddess happened to !?"
Then she noticed her dress was in tatters and barely covered her waist. There were so many rips and tears in the fabric that it was hardly worth wearing anymore, and it was utterly ruined.
"W-Why did the Dark Elf do to ?... Was she turning into one of her minions, or is this another side effect from whatever she did?" She whispered to herself.
Alia reached up to her face and felt her cheeks, noticing that they had a little bit more fullness to them now, and her lips were slightly bigger. She had no idea how or why the Dark Elf did this to her. The only thing she knew was that she needed to find her Mother and warn the others, then find a way to reverse whatever the Dark Elf did to her.
Alia clumsily got on all fours and then used the bed to brace herself as she stood up. It felt foreign to have a body this heavy. But the sensation was also pleasant when her breasts swayed freely out in the open. 'G-Goddess, this is strange. I'm a little turned on. Am I supposed to feel aroused at a ti like this?'
As soon as she was standing, the fabric from her dress was slipping off her body. The last thread of the cloth that was barely hanging onto her shoulders was starting to slip, and she hurriedly tried to pull the dress back up, but the weight of her breasts was too much, and the dress ca down, revealing her entire naked body, and a pair of thick and aty thighs.
"Dammit!... I can't go walking around the Duke's Manor like this!" She said to herself as she tried to find sothing else to wear. She quickly scanned the room, hoping to find anything. Then she spotted the door that led into a walk-in closet filled with the Duchess's dresses. 'Perfect.' She thought.
Alia started walking towards the door. Her movents were awkward and unbalanced because of her massive breasts. It was as if soone put a weight on her chest.
"I'm getting the hang of this." Alia was starting to move normally. Her hips swayed way more than before, and her ass jiggled with each step. While at the sa ti, her boobs bounced in unison, making her feel a pleasant sensation from her nipples with each step.
'Goddess, what is this feeling? This is...so...weird. J-Just don't focus on it, Alia... Y-Yeah, the Dark Elf failed to control with whatever she did, and I'm sure I look ridiculous with these stupid things! Yeah! She must have wanted to beco a harlot to make powerful n lust after , and use as a sex slave to her wicked whims! But I'm a daughter of House Dule! My will is stronger than—huh?' Alia was almost to the closet when she walked in front of the massive mirror on Leandra's vanity. She saw her reflection and stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes widened.
“Is that really ?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. Before her stood a vision of beauty that felt almost ethereal; her figure was voluptuous and curvy, accentuated by generously sized breasts and wide childbearing hips that spoke of femininity and strength. Every curve of her body seed sculpted by the hands of a master artist, and her hourglass silhouette was nothing short of perfect.
Her skin, a luscious canvas, was smooth to the touch, radiating a natural glow that suggested both health and vitality. As she gazed into the mirror, her face, though familiar, had transford into an exquisite masterpiece. It was adorned with full, pouty lips that seed to invite admiration, and her large, royal blue eyes sparkled with a captivating depth, reminiscent of the ocean on a clear, sunny day. Each feature combined harmoniously, leaving her jaw-droppingly beautiful beyond her wildest dreams. To top it off, her hair, even though it was ssy, had grown longer and gained a slight curl, falling in waves down to her lower back.
Alia was completely transfixed by the image in front of her, unable to look away. After several minutes, her shock wore off enough for her brain to register what she was seeing, and a wave of panic washed over her. "That's not ... That's not ...!" she repeated to herself, trying desperately to convince herself that the woman in the mirror was not who she really was. How in the hell was she going to explain this? They would probably claim that she's in league with the Dark Elf and her wicked sches.
'I-I just need to keep a level head. I'm not so prostitute or a sex slave for the Dark Elf. I'm a lady! I can figure this out...' she thought, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a mont as if she was hoping to wake up.
When she opened them again, she saw the sa gorgeous reflection staring back at her. 'W-Well?... If I do find a way to reverse this spell, maybe it doesn't have to be entirely removed? I an, it's not all that bad to be a little bigger up top.'
Alia awkwardly posed for a few seconds, placing one hand on her hip and the other gently resting upon her newly enhanced bosom, before she imdiately realized how ridiculous she looked. She then let out a frustrated groan and threw her arms into the air, "Arrgh! What am I doing?!"
But then Ben's smiling face popped into her mind, and she looked back at her reflection. She had to admit, with breasts and hips as large as these, she would probably have a better chance at catching his attention than any other woman.
Alia then slowly turned herself around to see what her butt looked like in her new form.
Her eyes widened as she caught sight of her ass. It was full, round, and jiggled ever so slightly. "Wow..." she gasped, unable to stop herself from reaching down and groping it.
'I-It's so soft and supple!' she thought, blushing furiously while continuing to fondle her new backside.
'I can't believe this. I-It feels like heaven! My god, what is wrong with ?!' She quickly removed her hands, feeling ashad. She tried to make herself leave the mirror and find so clothes, but the thought of posing in front of the mirror kept her rooted.
It started off innocent enough as she would turn away from the mirror, only to sneak a peek back at it. But before long, she would turn to the mirror and pout her lips, or pose with her hands on her hips. And soon after, she was bending forward in front of the mirror, with her arms crossed underneath her massive tits, and squeezed them together while batting her eyelashes at herself.
"Oh?... Ben? I didn't see you there... Is sothing wrong? You look so tense..." she spoke to her reflection, her tone dripping with sultry seduction.
She bit her lower lip and smiled. 'This is so wrong, yet feels so right... Oh, screw it!' she thought.
"You look like you need a good massage, don't you, my dear?" she continued, now running her hands over her breasts and down along her curves. She knew this was silly, but she didn't care. She just wanted to feel sexy before she focuses on the task at hand. She's never thought she would have a body like this in her life, so might as well have so fun with it before she reverses whatever spell the dark elf did to her.
"Well then... why don't you co here and let work my magic... With my lips," she said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She was enjoying this little role-play session.
Alia grinned and stepped up to the mirror. She got a really good view of her huge chest, and could see her erect nipples poking the air. She cupped her tits, letting them fill her palms, and squeezed them. She watched as the soft flesh pushed up between her fingers, and heard a tiny moan escape her lips.
"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered. "You know just how to touch , Ben."
Alia then leaned forward, placing a kiss on the cool glass of the mirror as if she were kissing a lover. Then, without warning, the door that led to the Duke's bedroom opened up, causing Alia's blood to run cold with dread and extre embarrassnt.
"Alia? Are you awake—"
Tayna slowly walked into the room and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw her naked sister-in-law kissing her own reflection on the other side of the room.
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