"Ride my cock and I'll tell you the origin of my magic." (Pink Trigger)

"Please ride my cock, Sensei. On this peaceful lawn of the Kuwadorian, outside, under the night sky, I want you to pleasure me with your pussy. Do this and I'll tell you how my magic came to be."

This was far from a suggestion. By this point, I'd grown so powerful, I could basically hypnotize Virgilia into doing whatever I wanted. Did she see it that way? Her face looked hesitant, but even as I undressed, dropping every piece of my clothing, and lay down upon the dewy grass. The moisture didn't bother me; it would all be gone soon enough. I wanted to feel her dew, not the lawn's.

Virgilia's lips quivered, both above and below, as she took a mounted stance above me. Her silver hair brushed me, falling over her shoulders, as she placed her hands on either side of me and lowered her pussy down slowly above my groin. "It's... It's not possible that you're so strong here."

Ah, from everything I'd read, she was correct. My holding so much power was just a sign that I'd transformed this world into erotica. Still, I was running out of time and needed to proceed; I grabbed her hips and **** myself into her. I say that, but she was already fairly wet already. I wasn't sure if that meant she was excited or if she'd simply wet herself in shock at some point. Either one might be a little embarrassing for her.

I felt my love for my magic teacher swell as she, probably for the first time in centuries, enjoyed sex with a man. Out on the lawn, in full view of the other creatures of the night, she released an indignant voice, crying out as her hips bounced up and down upon my thrusting lap. I came again and again, each time restoring my virility through the power of the Pink Trigger and the recreation magic I'd received. I wondered if other porn stars also had access to such useful magic.

My desire overflowed. I wanted to fuck her once for every tea-cup I'd reassembled over my long magical career. As she wailed in surprise, I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over, pinning her below me. My teacher's mouth hung open and her bare feet clawed at the air as I put her in a mating press, ramming myself down again and again to fill her full of my sorcerer's seed. I dug my hands into the dirt and thrust as hard as I could, emptying myself, refilling myself with the power of magic, and then doing it again. The power of my Endless Erection was driving her mad! Steadily, relentlessly, I made Virgilia into my own Smothered Mate!

As the moon rose high, I remembered my promise. I released her; she lay on the grass with her legs spread, her mouth hanging open, and sex juices dripping from her cunt. I smiled kindly. "I was going to tell you the source of my magic, Virgilia." She looked up with a dazed expression; evidently, she'd forgotten the promise altogether. "It's love. My love for you. Your tutelage was superb and you should take pride as my tutor, but that wasn't brought me to this point. It was because I love you so much that I overcame my weakness as a human and transcended my limitations, becoming a sorcerer. Now, I'm going to go back... I'm going to become a man you love and embrace, without the need for these tricks. To reset myself and embrace true love will be my greatest feat of magic." Her eyes widened, a rare gesture that showed their stunning blue color. Had I excited her? I felt like a true romantic in this moment. I wondered if she returned that emotion.

What was even more remarkable was that in this moment, I truly did love Virgilia even more than I did when I started. Sex had awakened a new appreciation in me for her and it felt like suddenly, for the first time, I was alive again. I looked into the night sky. Come on, magic, do your worst... I'll turn it back around. I'm going to live on and I'll remember how I feel for Virgilia, my sexy teacher, my unfortunately **** sensei, on and on! I'm not the weak man I was when I started this adventure.

"Child of man... Aren't you being irresponsible as my designated reader? Do you really expect to be loved, after all of this? You're asking me to turn this back from an eroge into a fantasy, aren't you?"

I heard the witch's voice. Was she the one who'd been killing me all this time?

"Of course not. It's the people of the island. You wrote that into your story yourself, didn't you? When you inserted yourself into this story, you clearly wrote: H.I. Player does not survive the events of October 4th, 1969. You're the one that rejected the rest of the story, October 5th and onward, and now you want to continue it? Don't make me laugh! You're not a writer any more, Player. You're just a reader and my piece on the board."

No... I have to forget the love in my breast? I'm going to be restored to the way I was before I nurtured this new love, returning to my past self? No.. as the reader, as a sorcerer, I have to find another option. There must be an option that allows me to proceed from this point! You! You see it, don't you?! I'll ready my Pink Trigger. Is it strong enough yet?! Maybe there's an option if you break 100,000 points in this story?! I wouldn't have written myself to die every time, would I have? Does that seem like a rational thing for a person to do! Don't give up!

Don't give up!

Don't give up!

Don't!

Don't!

Don't give up!