Enter, but see if you can peep inside first

Steeling yourself, you walk slowly towards the large door. You consider blindly walking in, but you're no fool, and understand that could be disastrous. Maybe you could crack the door open a bit and peer within the storage room?

Luckily, when you grip a large silver handle set into the wooden door, you notice the perfect opportunity: a rather large keyhole positioned just beneath your hand.

Crouching to bring the keyhole to eye level, you peer through to the relatively small room beyond, and involuntarily gasp at the sight before you, illuminated by white mage-light from lanterns upon the wall.

Sitting on an old chest that looks centuries old, the dark-haired boy has a crooked wand pointed directly at Parisa's face as she rests on her knees no more than two feet from him. "Immobilus!", he barks a spell you're unfamiliar with in a voice that is simultaneously smooth and deep. Parisa's form freezes immediately, but her eyes move around in what is clearly fear. Standing, then unbuttoning his slacks and letting them drop around his ankles, the young man's large, erect phallus springs free, pulsing rhythmically with the beat of his hert, and nearly brushing his girlfriend's plump lips with his tip.

He slowly and deliberately runs his wand down his still-clothed chest, to his navel, then to his groin and along his shaft, until he picks up the smallest drop of pre-cum beginning to leak from his cock. He brings the tip of his wand to Parisa's immobile mouth, then smears his lust over her glistening lips. With the tip of his wand resting on her lower lip, he hisses another incantation: "Oratum Veritas!"

That one you recognize; it allows the target to speak their true thoughts, even if they're under mind-controlling or speech-altering sorcery. But does that mean--?

"Please.." the **** brunette begins softly, her quivering mouth now apparently free from her paralysis, "I don't know what magic you've used to me to make me love you..to make me crave you, but I'm begging you to release me from this spell. I can't do these things with you, Victor! I want to save my first time for someone I love..someone I truly love."

A dry chuckle slips through the lips of the boy you now know is named Victor. Extending his arm with patience, he rests his fingers upon Parisa's cascading brown locks, then turns her face up towards his. "I've waited long enough to pop my cherry, little pet, and begging won't make my cock any softer." For emphasis, he presses the head of his member directly onto the young witch's firmly-shut maw. "I'm done waiting to have you alone in your dorm," he continues, "I'm going to claim you now. You may not be entirely willing, but once my cum is drained into your tight little throat, the contract of my enchantment will be fulfilled: your mind and body will be fully mine to command," he lowers his voice to a sinister whisper, "Irreversibly."

You see a single tear roll down Parisa's still-upturned cheek. "Please, no-" but Victor cuts her off with an immediate shout of "Silencium!", all at once shutting her up, the young girl's mouth paralyzed into a perfect, alluring 'O'. He chuckles once more and tucks his wand into his back pocket, using his now-free hand to grip his rock-hard cock, giving it a few prepatory pumps before plunging balls-deep into Parisa's mouth.

The expression on Victor's face is one of pure bliss as he violates the virgin mouth wrapped around his shaft. With both hands he grips her long hair and pulls her on and off his cock at an ever-increasing rate, her saliva and his pre-cum mixing seamlessly before dripping down Parisa's chin to the hardwood floor below.

You cannot believe your eyes -- Victor is actually using magic to **** Parisa, and he's keeping her hypnotized to think she loves him. If what he said about his enchantment is true, then you only have until he cums before she's beyond your help.

But should you help at all? Undoubtedly, what Victor is doing is wrong, but he's obviously a much more advanced sorcerer than yourself, considering you don't know a single spell yet. You might not even be able to take him on!

You could always continue your peepshow, and maybe enjoy yourself as much as possible--the increasing tightness of your pants certainly attests to the hotness of the scene before you, and you wouldn't mind giving your hardening dick some TLC while watching your beautiful crush take her first cock.

You try to make up your racing mind, only to notice Victor's thrusts are becoming more erratic as he pounds away into Parisa's cute, well-fucked face. He begins grunting like a rutting stallion as his rod is caressed by his fucktoy's mouth and throat; he is clearly very close to orgasm.

If you're going to act, you'd better do it now!