End the spell
From Create Your Own Story
The spell dissolves like smoke in a gust and candlelight floods back into the hut. The Mage blinks hard, eyes adjusting – her gaze lands on your cock, hard and proud, inches from her face.
“What the–!” she jerks back. “You sneaky little shit,” she mutters. But she keeps staring at it, as if waiting for it to grow even larger.
Do you:
