Just take what you want. She won't stop you.

Everything about Lisa is soft and lovely. She smells good, faintly of peaches. Her hands are pleasant, and she pulls your head against her chest in a way that's still within the bounds of platonic hugging, but is more intimate than she's ever been. Her body is a collection of pale, soft curves, carefully hidden behind modest clothing. You think her boyfriend, really more committed than a fiancé would be for most of your friends, must not fully appreciate how lucky he is. If he did, he never would have agreed to be apart from her.

But you're here, and he isn't. And you can sense that this leash you've put on her mind will bear a lot of stress before it snaps. The Goddess told you that you could do what you like to the living, and Lisa's breath on your forehead assures you that she's within the bounds of the playground you've been given.

You stand up, turn around, hold her tightly, and kiss her. She's shocked, but then joins in the kiss in a way that feels like falling. The inside of her mouth tastes like mocha coffee and mint. You pull her over to the couch and lay her down gently enough, then climb on top of her and resume kissing her before she can say anything.

Lisa's soft, full lips part for you just as easily as the first time, and within seconds her arms are wrapped around you and her thighs have parted invitingly open. You're only wearing sleep pants under your robe, and she's wearing something similar. You're grinding your fleece-clad erection against the spot where you assume her slit is concealed, and it has an exciting give to it. She moans blissfully and pushes back against you.

There's no sign of resistance until you strip her shirt off, and find she hasn't put a bra on yet this morning. She half-heartedly covers up and chews her lip. Her hips are still shifting automatically back and forth against the hard erection pushing against your pajamas, but she doesn't like where this is going, or how fast. You're pretty confident she's never gone this far before with the boyfriend.

"Christopher, this isn't right. We have to stop..."

You lock your mouth over her nipple and lick it hard. She jolts, and squeaks, "Chris! Oh..." You're not a virgin, you know what to do to make her feel good. And the spell feels stronger than her protests. Her breasts are large, and surprisingly firm. You practically bury your face in them as you pull her pants and underwear down all at once.

"Chris! No, my boyfriend-" She has her hands on her shoulders, but she's digging her nails in more than she's pushing you away. She isn't remotely shaven, of course. She's not sexually active, and it's not obvious that's the aesthetic she would go for even if she was. This time, when you put your pajama-clad cock back at her entrance, her fluids soak hot and wet through the fabric immediately. It's not as good as you think being inside her will be, but it's a preview, and you enjoy it. You go back to grinding against her, using the underside of your cock to slide up and down her clit.

You've done this before. She gasps and shudders and grinds back against you. Now that you've stopped taking her clothes off, she's stopped actively protesting. You kiss her neck, lick her ear, rub her breasts and stroke every inch of her skin within reach. She's what some people would call thick, or thicc - you think she's perfect. None of her body sags, but every part of her jiggles just a little bit when you shove yourself against her.

Despite the distractions of her mouth on her neck, which she seems to enjoy immensely, she starts freezing up again when you reach down to slip your cock out of the fly of your pajamas. "Chris, no. We can't. I don't believe in - only in a marriage bed, you understand? Only with the one man I marry. And this feels so good, but that isn't you..." She looks hopefully up at you, but you're already probing her entrance with your fingers, and then sliding one in.

"Oooohhhh..." She arches her back as your thumb brushes her clit. You weren't a Warlock before yesterday, but you've gotten into a girl's panties before. You have a basic idea of what to do down there.

"Stop pretending. You love this. You got naked in front of me the very first time I pushed you a little bit. You've been grinding against my cock for at least ten minutes. You're soaking wet. You want this."

"No. No. I didn't mean to..."

You lean down and place your mouth next to her ear. Her thighs still aren't trying to shut you out, and your cock naturally springs into place between her soaking labia. Your cockhead very naturally sits in the empty seat of her opening. She gasps. You think she's crying, either from the sensation, or the knowledge that you're about to take her virginity no matter what she says. "You. Have. Been. Acting. Like. A. Slut." You almost said whore, but you aren't planning on paying her.

Other than the tightness of her pussy, there's no resistance as you enter her. Your words hit her with supernatural ****. Her normal psychological defenses are stripped away, the same way you tore away the clothing defending her pussy from your questing erection. From the spasms and tears, you're pretty sure she's sobbing and cumming at the same time. That fast. Either the Charm spell does a lot of work, or she's been desperately frustrated for a while. You think it's probably both.

You pump away inside her, and she's wonderfully tight. Her pussy grips and strokes you like she's been doing kegels for years. Such a tiny passage hidden in an otherwise generous figure. "You don't masturbate, do you? You've needed this so bad, for so long, haven't you? Just let go. Cum for me, you little slut."

"No. Cumming!" Despite her denial, she cums again immediately. If you can call it that. You think she's probably cumming more like continuously. "I don't. That's dirty. It's haAAARDDD."

"Yes, it is really hard." You push all the way into her, throbbing, trying to fill her up as much possible. You grind yourself against her. You know that isn't what she meant, but you're playing with her now.

The next several minutes of fucking are an incredible relief after a months-long dry spell. She never tries to fight you off, although she does come in and out of crying jags. She orgasms frequently. You eventually have to pin her hands above her head because she keeps digging her nails painfully into your shoulder. You eventually realize you have to decide where to cum.

Cumming inside her will feel slightly better than pulling out, and you're basically **** her anyway. You might as well go with it.

You lean down and whisper in her ear again, her breath as hot against your shoulder as yours is against her neck. "Open up wide, Lisa. Here it comes. Be a good little girl and take it all..." Her legs spring apart, giving you even more access, and then wrap tightly around your waist, even as she sobs quietly, "nonononono..."

Just as a vast quantity of semen begins pouring from you in a continuous gout, you realize there is zero chance that Lisa is on birth control. You continue throbbing inside her with a few aftershock pumps for several minutes afterwards. She lays beneath you, stunned, and you can feel the spell fraying around the edges. When you pull out, she runs to her room, shoulders shaking, and leaving her cum-stained pajamas and panties behind.

Well, shit.