*He* does…

Ursus held himself inside her for a moment, savoring the contractions of her muscles milking his cock.

“No I don’t think we have, witch.”

She felt him withdraw his cock and almost breathed a sigh of relief. What did he mean “we”? The head of his cock popped out and Viviana began to try to stand. Instead, she felt another hand on her coccyx.

Ursus bent down so he was eye level with her. She screwed up her face as she felt another cock push inside her. This one was at least smaller than the blacksmith’s.

“I was just opening you up. You see, you’ve teased every man in this tavern. So we have a lot of pent up aggression.”

Viviana screamed out as the man fucking her ass entered her fully and began to thrust.

“And we’re going to relieve ourselves of some blue balls before the night is up.”

A new fear gripped the witch. She’s always been told that if a man came in her she’d lose her magic. That’s why she’d only ever cum with her toys.

“No please, you can’t do this to me! I could lose my magic!”

“Is that so?” The blacksmith grinned, “That sounds like another consequence of your actions, doesn’t it?”

“NO! Please!”

The man in her ass sped up. The clapping of his thighs against her asscheeks echoed throughout the tavern. Finally, she felt him thrust as deep as he could as the tip of his cock twitched.

She felt a tug in the weave of magic as he did. Something had changed.

She collapsed onto the table, beginning to sob. She’s gone out to have a little fun, but instead she’d found herself bent over a table in the tavern and anally ****. And worst of all, whatever effect this had had on her magic, it had felt good. Her pussy was dripping wet from the ****.