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 ****. And worst of all, whatever effect this had had on her magic, it had felt good. Her pussy was dripping wet from the ****.