Magical Pegging Session: The Cure For What Ailed Him

Well, when you cross a witch, you’d better hope that a magical pegging session is the least of her plans.

See, a recent situation resulted in a magical pegging session.

I came home from the forest, with lots of poisonous plants and mushrooms in my hand. When I opened the door, some thief was half-naked on my bed, body flushed. Apparently, he’d gotten into one of my potent aphrodisiacs and now couldn’t think of anything but to be filled.

Goodness. Thieves should be more careful.

I looked him over. He wasn’t a bad-looking thief. In fact, he was a little thin, but lots of muscle underneath that thinness. He looked rather dirty and hungry- probably a passerby from a further village out. More importantly, he looked like someone I could have fun with, and someone who could repent for his attempt of stealing from me. I needed a plaything, anyway, and a magical pegging session was a good way to let off steam.

As I shut the door, I heard his pleas. “Please, please,” he asked, face flushed. His pants were shoved halfway down his thighs, his shirt still on. His uncut cock had emerged from its sheath and stood angrily red, begging for attention.

I ignored him, moving my freshly gathered plants to a pocket storage bag, my back to him. He groaned, moaned, and continued rubbing his cock behind me. “Please, miss,” he whined.

And oh, did he whine pretty.

I looked over at him. His pack and items were strewn haphazardly around my hut- he’d tried to take a variety of options, the ones that sold the best. But it seemed he broke a bottle of a specific aphrodisiac, and oh, now he was in trouble. He probably had no idea he needed a magical pegging session to get out of his current predicament.

I turned towards him and smiled. “I can help you,” I stated, ignoring how his eyes traveled to my breasts and raked over my body. “But the only cure for that aphrodisiac is to be penetrated. I wondered how many times he’d come already by stroking his cock, waiting for me to come back.

There was a gasp and a pained moan as he cursed. His body lifted as he attempted to pull his pants down all the way. “Please, please, yes, that- fill me,” he continued, mindlessly chanting.

I licked my lips. How could I turn down such a delectable offering for a magical pegging session?

“It won’t be once,” I told him. “Since you tried to steal from me, I’ll make you work for me as repayment. That bottle you broke is worth 3 years of service, you understand.”

His cock oozed another shot of precum, dripping down onto the bed. “I understand, I understand, please, please, miss, I need it,” he babbled.

Well. Truly, he did need the magical pegging session I offered.

Thus, I marked down his verbal consent on a magical contract, one where he agreed to serve me. Next, I folded it away and began to take off my outdoor gear. “Then let’s get you filled, shall we?” I stated, casting a spell on myself.

Immediately, my clit began to grow. It didn’t stop until I had a 10-inch cock in its place. With my cock bobbing, I walked over to his face. “Last chance to back out,” I told him.

Instead of backing out, he opened up his mouth and began sucking on my dick. In fact, I nearly lost the strength in my legs right then, with how desperately he sucked on it. He moaned around my cock like a whore desperate for it, like I was life-saving oxygen and he was dying for breath. When I pulled away, his mouth gave a pop.

“Please,” he begged again.

And who was I to deny him his magical pegging session?

I moved back behind him, lining my magical cock with his hole.

As I pushed in, he let out a moan unlike any I’ve ever heard. Complete satisfaction rolled through his body. In fact, as I bottomed out, his hungry body started to grind itself on my cock, as if desperate for the magical pegging session I could provide.

So I pulled back, and then slammed into his tight heat, using my spells to make sure his ass didn’t break. After all, I like rough sex, and I wanted to keep using him.

It didn’t take long until he was spilling onto my bed. He slumped down, body exhausted, though I remained inside him. After a few moments, he trembled and looked back at me.

His ass began twitching and squeezing around my cock, begging me to move again.

“It’s a very potent witchy aphrodisiac you spilled,” I explained gently. “It’ll take us several rounds.”

Tell me, do you think you could take several rounds of my magical cock? Then call!

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