Petite elf cosplays and masturbates with a dildo in POV roleplay

It's your favorite Wood Elf, Ilana B, and I'm back with another video and you guys have been asking for this one for a while. That's right, we're gonna do a love spell, a real one, specifically the right of binding hearts. I know, I know, we said we were gonna do this last moon cycle, but how was I supposed to know the apothecary was gonna be out of Silver Blossom? I mean, how are you out of Silver Blossom during a waxing crescent? Don't even get me started. Anyway, it doesn't matter. We got it. We're here. Let's do this. The right of binding hearts. Whosoever gazes upon the completed ritual shall be bound in love, lust, and longing. And yes. That's you watching this video on Elf Hub. Who knew ancient elven law still extended to the digital age? So if you don't want to fall helplessly in love with an elf tonight, this is your chance to click off the video. But if you're enjoying this video, please smash that sigil and like button. And while you're at it, swear fealty to my fansly, please. The algorithm has been burying me. I mean, you summon one succubus. She wasn't even on camera. Again, don't get me started. Let's begin. The rite continues until the bond is sealed. Your job is to focus. Focus on the sound of my voice. Focus on my body. Focus on how I make you feel. Let the world around you fade away. And until the ritual is over, it's just you and I in our own little world. So enjoy it. Do you feel me there with you right now? I can feel you. I can imagine your breath on my neck. I can imagine the heat of you between my legs. Okay, step one. Let's see here. Anoint the circle with smoke of silver blossom and mark the four points of longing. Here is our silver blossom. This isn't just any moon oil, by the way. It was cold pressed under the full harvest moon by real moon monks. And honestly, even if you're not binding a soul to yours, it's so good for the skin. It's so hydrating. And that's why I have the skin of an elf hundreds of years younger than me. The longing of the eyes. As the smoke fills my sight, so shall my image fill yours. The longing of the mouth. Every word you speak shall taste of me. The longing of the heart as my pulse quickens, so does yours. And the seat of longing itself where the ache begins, where desire gathers. and where the bond will be sealed. All right, points marked. You still with me? Good. The caster now presents her body as the vessel of the rite, adorned only in what the goddess has given her. That's grimoire for get naked. I told you, the elven gods were freaks. But before we get into that... Quick ad from today's sponsor, Scrollable. People think being a guardian of the forest is all moonlit dances and singing with the songbirds. But it's not. It's a full-time job. Every fern, every sapling, every needy little mushroom requires daily care. And at the end of it all, I'm left with no time for myself. That was until I found Scrollable. My lady, both the blacksmith, his voice low and heavy with desire. My forge is filled with raging fires and white hot metals pulled from the depths of the earth. But it grows cold without you. My body yearns for the warmth and wetness between your quivering thighs. With Scrollable, the work still gets done. Well, most of the time anyway. Scrollable. Tens of thousands of scrolls performed by licensed bards so you can listen while you water, wander, or unwind. Use code MOONELF at checkout and get your first scroll free. Take back your free time and try Scrollable today. Now let's get back to today's spell. Alright, let's get into it. First I'm gonna have to take all of this off. I know you're so disappointed to see my cute little outfit go. But trust me, it'll all be worth it in the end. Technically I don't have to make a little show of it, but for the engagement, you understand. Are you ready to make some magic with me? Now that there's nothing left between us, let the ritual begin. Okay, the next step is a big one, so I need you to lock in. The rite concludes when the caster and the bound are joined together in the moment of unmaking. As two flames joined become one light, so shall we become one eternal and unbroken. So basically what that means is we both have to come at the same time. The elves could have just written that, but they love to be dramatic, you know? It's all about the flair. They're incredibly pretentious, even in jerking off. Not me though. I'm not like other elves. Now pay attention, because the spell is very clear that this will not work unless we both come at the same time. It is imperative. Not close, not basically together. It has to be at the same time. Can you do that? And you have to say my name when you come. That part's not technically part of the spell, but... I think it's hot. So you're gonna follow my lead and you're only gonna come when I tell you. Understood? More to do. The grimoire calls for the sacred pillar of joining. I just call it a big old dick. Um, or daddy, depending on my mood. Or mommy, depending on my mood. And this is lube. Uh, it's not enchanted, it's just regular lube. You know, from the lube store. The ancients would have lost their mind over this by the way. I really think they should have stuck around for for Lou. Let's get it nice and wet. I know you want it. I know you do. Just a little longer. We're almost there. Are you ready? Okay, I need you to come with me. Understand? I'm gonna count down.