Tell her to make you
From Create Your Own Story
With a snarl, the Mage twists hard, using her legs to push you off onto your back and lunging with renewed desperation as she tries to climb on top of you. You shove her back, but she’s insatiable – eyes wild with lust from the spell you cast. “I need it – inside me!” she pleads.
She straddles you, pinning you down with shocking strength and tearing open the crotch of your trousers. Before you can so much as utter a spell, she has freed your aching cock and slammed herself down onto it, taking you to the hilt in one fierce motion. “Fuck – yes!” she cries, riding you with savage abandon. Her tits bounce wildly, nails digging into your chest as she grinds and thrusts, her pulsing fuckbox tight and relentless around you. You try to resist, to regain control, but she’s pinning your shoulders, fucking you like her life depends on it, the spell driving her to claim what you wouldn’t give.
Her pace is brutal and you can’t hold back – her wildness drags you over the edge, and you cum hard, groaning as you fill her, her own orgasm crashing through her with a scream that shakes the hut. Panting, she collapses onto you, her body quivering and the frenzy in her eyes fading as the FUK spell’s grip finally lifts – she freezes, still impaled on your rod, “Oh, you little shit,” she gasps, suddenly herself again. There’s no venom though – just exhaustion.
Do you:
