Cast Charm

Needless to say, the swaying breasts of the amply endowed mage had caused the mighty rod of wizard pleasing to totally perk up. Fortunately for Prince Ribbiton, it was still hidden by the table that they sat at. As Millie the mage droned on and on about the theory of magic, of which I won't bore our readers with, she was unaware of just the amount of jiggling her ample fun bags were doing. The swaying motion, with the deep cleavage, with just the barest of hints of the punk nipples under her low cut top. It was all the poor prince could do to pay any sort of attention to theory... granted, even if he had been paying deep attention, he'd probably be lost. Magical theory is quite complicated, after all.

It wasn't until a slight 'thump', that the boggart was aware that his royal froghood had grown to full mast. While neither could see it, the pre had formed and produced a slight wet spot against the silken trousers the princely creature wore. But the 'thump' had not gone unnoticed, momentary distracting herself from the magical method of turning a human into a small, fluffy animal.

"What was that?" Millie asked, blinking as she cocked her head to the side. She was unaware not a foot from her shapely thighs lay a monstrous mage masher, ready to pound her into sweet bliss! But Prince Ribbiton was ever so sly, and simply gave a wide grin to her.

"Ah, nothing." He responded. "I just stubbed my foot against the table." It was, of course a lie, and he quickly covered it up by reaching down and readjusting himself. Of course to Millie, it simply looked like he was nursing the fresh bruise that didn't happen. Poor, naive, very likely fucked Millie.

"Oh? That sounds painful." Millie frowned, looking up the stairs. "I have some healing supplies upstairs?" Giving a quick motion, she was unaware her virtue was on the line. Well, that and her breasts swayed and bounced like a pair of watermelons being held back by a rubberband.

"Yes, lets go." Watching her get up, he grinned at her swaying ass, the heart shape rump promising a world of delights. And as they climbed the stairs, the briefest of a white flash, her panties, on view.

Soon the pair were alone, and Millie walked over to where her things were piled up. A leather bound pack with spell reagents, spell books, and even a change of traveling clothes. She was aware she was bent over in such a way that her ass was on even more display, as she fished out a few ingredients and a book and piling it on a nearby desk. Still slightly bent over, and wiggling her cute rump for Prince Ribbiton.

Well, this certainly was rude teasing, and the Boggart would not stand for it. Pushing down his silly pants, he released his mighty 'sword' from the tight confines of the sheath. The rod was impressive, rivaling that of an orc's. Proud, green, with a plum shaped head at the end. Most oddly, however, were the large testes that housed an overabundance of potent cum, as well as the thickness that it was packed in. This was how Boggarts managed to have so many, and such potent loads. Beyond this, the entire dick was covered in soft bumps, meant to drag into the female. In the old days, this was to pull a would be rival's cum. But now... it served more to drive would be partners into a state of sexual frenzy.

Approaching the buxom mage from behind, his hands glowed with a soft light, before he thrust his hips forward, grasping Millie's breasts. Needless to say, Millie was very startled by the sudden dick shoving through her legs, pushing her skirt upwards. The impact shoved her forward, her hands digging into the table. Now, under normal circumstances, Millie would protest. Despite the way she dressed, with her ample tits and long legs showing, she was not a slut! But, being a typical JRPG heroine, she was picked for boxart to attract the most potential buyers to the market, and to counteract the generic look that the main character would ultimately had.

But as Prince Ribbiton had grabbed her, he had cast a few spells at once. Charm, of course, to put her body in a state of sexual lust, and forget. Namely, forgetting that it was perfectly unreasonable to not get fucked by a perfect stranger on the first day of meeting them. In Millie's mind, it was a perfectly reasonable, and normal thing to be in this position. Namely, bent over, with a giant boggart dick pushed between her thighs, and her massive tits being fondled. "Well, that certainly is a huge penis." She marveled, before returning to her potion. After all, she still needed to fix the bruise of Prince Ribbiton's foot! It would be rude not to!