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Abbie’s chant reached a crescendo, the candle flame flaring bright and unnatural as she clutched Dave’s hair in her fingers. The air in the room thickened, a pulse of magic rippling outward, and Dave’s muffled protests turned to a choked gasp as the spell took hold. His body tensed, every muscle locking up as the enchantment sank into him, rewriting his will, his thoughts, his very soul. Abbie’s voice softened, the final words falling from her lips like a lover’s whisper, and the flame snuffed out, leaving a thin trail of smoke curling upward.

She nodded to their mother. “Let him go.”

Their mother’s hands loosened instantly, her grip falling away as she stepped back, her glassy eyes watching with serene detachment. Dave slumped forward on the couch, his chest heaving, his mind a battlefield of fading resistance and encroaching devotion. The horror that had gripped him—the revulsion at Abbie’s actions, the fear of losing himself—began to melt, replaced by a strange, warm acceptance that spread through him like wildfire. His gaze lifted to Abbie, and where there had been fury, there was now a dawning adoration, a need to be near her, to serve her, to make her happy.

“Abbie,” he breathed, his voice rough but softening, “how… how can I please you?” The question came unbidden, natural as breathing, and his eyes traced her enhanced beauty with a hunger that matched her own.

Abbie’s triumphant smile widened, her jealousy and desperation giving way to a raw, unrestrained joy. She stepped closer, her hands trembling with anticipation as she reached for him. “Fuck me, Dave,” she begged, her voice thick with need. “Please, I need you—right here, right now. Take me like you mean it.”

That was all it took. Dave surged to his feet, his hesitation gone, his entire being consumed by devotion to her. He grabbed her, pulling her against him with a ferocity that made her gasp, and their lips crashed together in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. They stumbled backward, tumbling to the living room floor in a tangle of limbs, their hands tearing at each other’s clothes. Abbie’s shirt ripped under his fingers, her enhanced curves spilling free, and he groaned against her skin as he buried his face in her neck, tasting her, needing her.

She arched beneath him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he shoved his jeans down, no patience left in either of them. “Yes, Dave—yes,” she moaned, her nails digging into his back as he thrust into her, hard and wild, the floorboards creaking beneath them. Their fucking was frantic, primal, a collision of bodies and magic-fueled lust that drowned out everything else. Dave’s hands roamed her perfect form, worshipping every inch, his devotion to her absolute. Abbie’s cries filled the room, her own devotion mirrored in every shudder, every plea for more.

Their mother stood silently by the couch, her presence forgotten as Dave and Abbie lost themselves in each other. The world narrowed to just the two of them—his thrusts, her gasps, the rhythm of their bodies locked in a dance of mutual obsession. Dave’s mind was hers, his pleasure tied to hers, and Abbie’s every thought was consumed by him, her master, her lover, her everything. They moved as one, wild and unrestrained, their attention so wholly fixed on each other that nothing else existed—not their mother, not the consequences, not the magic that had bound them this way.

“Mine,” Abbie whispered between moans, her voice breaking as she clung to him, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. “You’re mine forever.”

“Yours,” Dave growled back, his devotion sealing the word as he drove into her harder, their climax building together, a shared explosion that left them shuddering and spent on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Dave’s breath had barely steadied, his body still pressed against Abbie’s in a sweaty, tangled heap on the living room floor, when the magic of the Blessing of Innus kicked in. His cock twitched, hardening again almost instantly, and a fresh wave of lust surged through him, mirrored in Abbie’s eyes as she felt him stir against her thigh. Her lips parted, a hungry grin spreading across her face as she shifted beneath him, her devotion to him as insatiable as his to her.

“Again?” she whispered, her voice a mix of delight and challenge, her hands already sliding down his back to pull him closer.

“Always,” Dave growled, his devotion driving him as he claimed her mouth in another searing kiss. He rolled her onto her back, her legs parting eagerly, and thrust into her without hesitation, their bodies falling back into that wild, relentless rhythm. The floor creaked beneath them, their moans and gasps filling the air as they fucked with a fervor that defied exhaustion. Abbie’s enhanced beauty glowed even brighter in the heat of it, her skin slick with sweat, her cries spurring him on as he gave himself entirely to her pleasure.

Time melted away, hours slipping by unnoticed in a haze of magic fueled lust. They shifted positions—her on top, riding him with a ferocity that made her breasts bounce hypnotically; him behind her, gripping her hips as he pounded into her; sprawled side by side, legs entwined, grinding against each other with **** need. Each climax only fueled the next, the Blessing of Innus granting Dave an unending well of stamina, while Abbie’s spell-crafted body matched him thrust for thrust, her devotion to pleasing him as boundless as his to her. Sweat dripped from their skin, pooling on the floor, their world reduced to the slick heat of their embrace and the endless cycle of ecstasy.

Their mother remained on the couch, marveling at the pleasure of her mistress, her presence a faint shadow in their periphery, unnoticed and unneeded. The room grew humid, the air thick with the scent of sex and magic, as they lost themselves in each other over and over again. Abbie’s voice grew hoarse from screaming his name, Dave’s hands left red marks on her hips, and still they didn’t stop—couldn’t stop—bound by a devotion so complete it consumed them.