Night turns to morning.

You don't entirely remember all that happened after the massive climax had struck the room. One moment, all four of you seem to be on the same page as far as assuring that such absolute, ferocious lovemaking needed to happen once again sometime in the future, and the next, you're in a deep sleep, exhausted from the fever-pitched lovemaking that was the night before.

At some point in the early hours of the morning, your tired brain does silently acknowledge that Sasha and Greg had left. Of course, both of them had families to get home too, you tiredly noted, while for the foreseeable future, you did not. Not that this was something that bothered you, however. In fact, with the crystal afterglow of a night with one of the best orgasms of your life behind you, seemingly nothing seems to matter to you at the moment.

At some point, you fall back into a deep slumber for several hours. By the time you finally feel yourself awakening for the day, that afterglow has dimmed, and you can feel your ever rebellious body once again feeling the effects of whatever this spell might be manifesting in your horniness.

As you yawn and stretch this feminine form that has become so familiar to you over the last day and a half, you silently recall the previous night. Things had gotten rather out of hand quickly, what with Sasha essentially allowing her jealousy for your effect on Alex to lead into a full-on orgy... but, somehow, you doubt that she regrets it, based on the fond feeling of her hand tracing your back as you fell asleep the night before. Certainly, you didn't regret it.

It was strange to look back too, with hindsight being twenty/twenty, and all. With how turned on you were by the feeling of Alex pounding into you whilst you fully serviced Sasha, you expected the very thought to make you wet. But, the truth was, your body didn't react to the memory in that way. Much as you had felt yourself not entirely into it before Alex had made his intentions for the night clear, you don't really find it as appealing now as you did at the time. Perhaps it was the nature of the spell... or, perhaps, it had something to do with how little time you had left to be in this body.

That was, of course, if all went as planned... which you couldn't guarantee. The memory of how little you cared about if Alex came in you last night returns to your mind for a moment, and fills you with a mix of fear... and arousal.

The scent of waffles reach your nose as you silently attempt to find the energy to get out of bed. Even from up here, you can hear the sounds of Alex humming from the kitchen downstairs. The thought of Alex actually cooking at all, let alone breakfast, was enough to pique your interest.