When she wakes her body is shuddering slightly with what she's rapidly come to recognize as the aftereffects of orgasms. She's not really sure what to make of that. The itch is maybe twice as intense as her new baseline but not too bad.

She tilts her head and finds herself looking into Trion's eyes.

"Hi Ril. Did you sleep well?"

She assesses, "I did, were you watching while I orgasmed again?"

"I was yeah, it woke me up. Did that another time during the night too. I'm surprised you were able to sleep through it. You've always been a bit of a heavy sleeper though."

She bites her lip. "Three times in less than a day. This is becoming a pattern."

"Yeah... are you going to be okay?"

She's mentally asking herself the same question. She frowns for a moment then forces a smile onto her face. "I'll certainly try, do you still mean what you said last night? About having sex whenever I want? I get the feeling I might want to take you up on that more than I was expecting."

"I think so, I guess I might change my mind if it gets to be too often but at least for the next few days."

Her smile is more genuine at that. "Thanks."

The random orgasms come twice more that day, to keep the itch satisfied she spends more time exploring Trion's body this time adding in anal penetration to the list of ways to induce his pleasure.

Ril does her best to cope with her new normal. She takes lessons, practices magic and tries to ignore the new itch. It doesn't go well. She asks Illyria to remove the mutation causing these random orgasms but they're reluctant. Mental mutations like this are a lot harder to remove than they are to add. Illyria asks her to try harder to cope with it. Ril agrees but shifts her focus to understanding mental mutations, maybe there's something Illyria doesn't know.

The only thing close to a bright point in this new normal is Trion, whatever he promised though she doesn't want to risk him getting bored of her so she seeks out other options as a supplement.

She tries bringing a random lesser tentacled to orgasm, the idea doesn't hold much appeal but it seems like a worthwhile experiment. Not only does it lead to half as many orgasms at a time they're also less enjoyable and do less to sate the itch. Maybe if she had sex magic and could just zap someone with orgasms... the idea doesn't appeal though.

She approaches another friend for sex, it's better than with the random blob of flesh, much better, but not quite to the same level as Trion and not enough to trigger eight orgams instead of four.

Her friends are bemused by her meticulous and studious approach but they're quite willing to accommodate her. For them sex is a fun mostly uncomplicated thing.

Going through the rest of her friend group has much the same results. Save for Seriah who's high keening orgasms provoke eight in Ril's body. Seriah is also studying magic though focusing more on mind and holy magics. Over the years they've been sounding boards, helping each other with particularly confusing problems and debating the various benefits of different magics, especially the pros and cons of fleshcrafting and holy magic for healing.

It's that data point that lets Ril come to understand what's happening. It seems like her mysterious tattoos or perhaps an unplanned mutation have an effect similar to the obscure faithfulness tattoo that's listed as an afterthought in a book on Tattoos as something people from outside the pink and the red rarely have.

Through it all Ril slowly improves her ability to focus through the experience of orgasm. It still plays hell with her attention, things that would be easy any other time become a struggle but it's enough for her to turn her fleshcrafting senses inward and slowly begin to understand what causes these orgasms. Not enough to predict them, the mutation seems designed to frustrate such efforts, but maybe she can learn enough to help Illyria be confident in removing it.

It starts as a mostly ordinary day, she wakes up in the throws of orgams but that happens often enough that she's able to shake it off. What she's not able to shake off is when it happens again just under an hour later, and then just over an hour after that. And again. And again. After the thirteenth hour in a row accompanied by an unexpected orgasm, she's sobbing. It can't go on like this. She makes her way to Illyria. 

"Please, I can't take this. You have to do something."

"This is an unusually bad day but tomorrow will be better. Just go to sleep and things will probably be better when you wake up."

"It's already been at least thirteen in a row, what if it just happens every hour now?"

"That's not how it works. And really it can't be that bad to have a bit of extra pleasure in your life."

She screams then. "I know you don't understand, but could you at least try?" She doesn't wait for a reply she runs back to her room. She tries to calm down, counting her breaths, and she mostly succeeds. At some level she knows Illyria is right that this is just a run of bad luck. She's exhausted, she takes Illyria's advice and sleeps.

When she wakes in the throws of orgasm again she decides she doesn't care. She rereads all her notes, forces herself through a calming exercise that only helps a little, and reaches inside herself. "Vol lem pes chirr" She tries to use the magic as a scalpel carving at the parts of her that bring about these awful seizures. At first, it seems to be working but as she finishes with the more peripheral elements and pursues the scourge deeper into her body and her brain she slips just a little. And loses control of the magic. For a moment the mix of determination and desperation filling her mind is replaced with pain. And then there's nothing at all.

When she wakes the pain is gone. She's being held gently in Illyria's tentacles. "What happened?" the words come out slightly slurred.

Illyria radiates a mix of happiness, anger and apprehension. "You've been unconscious for three months. I fixed most of what you did to yourself but your brain was a huge mess and if you hadn't healed on your own you never would have woken up. Please don't that again."

"Did it at least work?"

"What you attempted was partially successful, I read your notes. After your brain had repaired itself enough I was able to finish things. I... I was afraid that if I didn't this would just happen again. You'd proven it was possible and if I refused you'd either find someone else to finish things or try again on your own."

Ril takes a long shuddering breath and starts to cry. "It worked." She sobs with happiness. "I'm free. Thank you."