It stays

No. I shook my head, the motion almost violent. This was a job. A transaction. And besides, a woman like this, broken and remade in my image, would be boring. The fire in her now, the playful, bubbly spirit, came from her love for her husband. To snuff that out would be to destroy the very thing I was being paid to enhance.

"No," I said, my voice firm, betraying none of my internal struggle. "The condom stays on."

A pout formed on her lips, her expression shifting from pleasure to petulance. "Why not?" she whined, her hips wiggling in a way that was both infuriating and incredibly arousing. "I want to feel all of you. I want to feel you come inside me."

I gripped her hips tighter, my thrusts becoming more deliberate, more forceful, using the physical to anchor myself against the temptation. "Because it's not safe, Claire," I grunted, my voice tight with the effort of holding back. "Not now. Not while the magic is still this fresh."

She let out a frustrated huff, but she didn't push the issue. Instead, she seemed to melt against me, her body accepting my decision, even if she didn't like it.

"Why?" she asked, her voice small, almost childlike. "What would happen?"

I sighed, knowing I owed her an explanation. "The magic that's in you right now... it's not just in your gut," I said, my voice low and serious. "It's in every part of you. It's... receptive. Open. If I were to come inside you now, even by accident, you would imprint on me."

"Imprint?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"You would reorient your affections onto me," I explained, my hips never ceasing their relentless assault. "Your husband would become a stranger to you, a distant memory. I would become your world, your sun, your moon, your everything. It would be... permanent. For you, at least."

Her body tensed beneath me, a shiver running through her at the thought. "Oh," she breathed, her voice filled with a new understanding. "So... I couldn't...?"

"Not with him," I confirmed. "Not unless you wanted to risk forgetting him completely. But this... this is temporary. After tonight, the magic will settle. The imprinting risk will be gone. You can do this with your husband, with no problem. You can have your happily ever after, with a little extra magic in the bedroom."

Her sex-addled brain seemed to take a moment to process this, her eyes slightly unfocused. She was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room our collective breathing, the wet slap of our bodies coming together. Then, she let out a soft, contented sigh, her body relaxing against mine once more.

"Okay," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Okay. I understand." She pushed back against me, a new urgency in her movements. "Then make it count," she breathed. "Make me remember this, when you're gone."

I didn't need to be told twice. I drove into her, my hips pistoning, my own release building, a desperate need to leave my mark, to claim her in this one safe way I could. I would be a memory, a magical secret she would share with her husband. But for tonight, she was mine. And I was going to make sure she never forgot it.

I pulled out, a soft groan escaping her at the sudden emptiness. "Turn over," I commanded, my voice low. "I want to see your face."

She complied with a languid grace, rolling onto her back, her legs falling open. The woman who had entered my apartment anxious and reserved was gone, replaced by this sensual, open creature. I re-entered her, the glide impossibly smooth. Her eyes fluttered shut, a blissful sigh escaping her lips.

"Feel that?" I asked, my voice a low murmur as I began to move again, slowly, deliberately. "How wet it is? How your body just... accepts me?"

Her eyes opened, dark and hazy with pleasure. "It's... different," she breathed. "It feels like... like my pussy, but... deeper. More... open."

"That's the conditioning," I explained, my hips rocking in a steady, deep rhythm. "I'm not just fucking you, Claire. I'm teaching your body. Your colon is learning. It's becoming a sex organ." I punctuated my words with a particularly deep thrust that made her gasp. "It will always be clean now. Always sterile. No more prep, no more mess. Just... pleasure. Whenever you want it."

The idea seemed to send a fresh wave of arousal through her. Her hands roamed my back, her nails digging in slightly. "Gods," she moaned. "Just for that... it's worth it."

I smiled, leaning down to kiss her, a slow, deep kiss that matched the rhythm of my hips. "We're not done," I murmured against her lips. "Let's move."

I pulled out, taking her hand. She followed me, her legs slightly unsteady, into the small living room. I sat on the edge of my worn leather sofa, guiding her to straddle me, her back to my chest. I entered her again, this time from below, my hands gripping her hips to guide her movements.

"Ride me," I commanded in her ear.

She began to move, a slow, undulating rhythm that was mesmerizing. "Oh," she breathed, her head falling back against my shoulder. "This angle... it's..."

"It hits different spots," I finished for her, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs teasing her hard nipples. "Your new organ has a whole new map of pleasure centers. We're just... exploring the territory."

She picked up the pace, her movements becoming more confident, more demanding. "I could get used to this," she panted, her body flush against mine. "Very used to this."

"Good," I grunted, my own release building. "Now, stand up."

She did, a questioning look in her eyes. I guided her to stand before the large window that overlooked the city, her hands pressed against the cool glass. I entered her from behind, standing, the change in position making her cry out. The city lights twinkled below us, a silent audience to our debauchery.

"Look at them," I murmured in her ear, my hips pistoning. "All those people, going about their boring little lives. They have no idea what's happening up here. They have no idea what you're becoming."

She pressed her forehead against the glass, her breath fogging the pane. "I don't care about them," she moaned, her voice ragged. "I only care about this. About you... inside me."

I drove into her, harder, faster, my own control finally snapping. With a final, guttural groan, I spilled myself into the condom, my body shaking with the force of it. Her own orgasm followed, a powerful, full-body tremor that left her limp against the window.

We stayed like that for a long moment, our bodies joined, our breathing the only sound in the room. Then, I pulled out, turning her to face me. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright with a newfound confidence.

"Let's go back to the bed," I said, my voice soft. "We're not done exploring yet."

She smiled, a slow, seductive smile that promised a very long, very interesting night. "Lead the way," she breathed. "I'm yours to... condition."