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Merry Christmas to all you glorious bastards who have been playing and lurking in this quest. Here's a short little omake of one of the times Lagneia got in trouble for being way too horny for her age:
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">Lagneia's</span> <span class="mu-g">Solstice</span> <span class="mu-r">Present</span></span>
’Twas the night of the Solstice, when all through Alfheim
All the Children were singing a chorus sublime;
Their mana danced through the dark elvenhome night
Into Yggdrasil that its leaves could shine bright;
The Saplings retired to their cozy cots,
Whilst Elder Elves soon became lost in their thoughts;
The Rings and the Rods and the Orbs took great care,
To restore the grounds after the long night's faire,
But one of the Children was not in her bed,
For strange thoughts had percolated in her head.
Young Seventh-of-Twelve had dreamt up something lewd,
And now wandered through the Gymnasium nude.
The cold kiss of moonlight 'pon her naked breast
Lent perkiness to her delicious flat chest,
What cultured eyes saw her could appreciate
Luscious mosquito bites that bounced with her gait,
Little Seventh-of-Twelve, so funny and cute,
Dashed into the Art Room, and out with her loot.
Red ribbon to gift wrap a buck naked dame,
And markers to write the recipients' names:
“For Ninth-of-Eleven, For Eighth-of-Thirteen
For Fifth and Sixth-of-Nine, For Tenth-of-Fourteen!
I hope you all love my Solstice gift to you,
Fill these slutty holes with all your cocks can spew~!”
As flint and steel's spark turns kindling to a fire,
So did her eyes come alight with her desire;
The promise writ 'pon her tight tummy in ink
Saw her sweet flower bloom with glistening pink.
And then she retreated to a changing room
Trailing nectar that flowed from her flower's bloom.
As she closed the door, and turned to a mirror,
Her lusty cravings could not have been clearer:
She was flushed bright red, from her face to her toes.
Her thoughts raced with acts only Yggdrasil knows.
A century old - yet still cute and funny -
A river of lust poured forth from her cunny.
Her eyes - how they shone! Lit with hearts of bright pink,
She beheld the ribbon and began to think
Of how she could wrap herself up like a prize
To be unwrapped and used when boyish lusts rise;
Through her Divine Gift she created a pin,
And wrapped up her present in bright red ribbon.
A gag for her mouth and a thong for below,
About her flat chest she tied a great big bow
Lastly she bound up both her hands and her feet
Trussing herself like the most choice cut of meat,
Blindfolded and bound, steel pins carried her on
To a room filled with boys who woke with the dawn.
She was petite and svelte, a tight bodied elf,
Who could resist her? I would fail to, myself.
A lusty girl bound 'pon a bed of false snow...
Yet those who received her were not tempted, no!
They called for her teacher, who came with a whirl
And brought an orb to collect the wayward girl:
But they heard her exclaim, while dragging her away-
Joyous Solstice to all, and to all a good day!
