Not at all. What had she ever done for him?

“Too late…”

With a groan and one, last, deep thrust the blacksmith came. Viviana felt his cock twitch deep inside her as he painted her bowels with his semen. She felt a tug in the weave of magic as he did. Something had changed.

She collapsed onto the table, beginning to sob. She’s gone out to have a little fun, but instead she’d found herself bent over a table in the tavern and anally raped. And worst of all, whatever effect this had had on her magic, it had felt good. Her pussy was dripping wet from the assault.