See for yourself

You banish the healing aura and look down at your handiwork.

The long delicate fingers are as they should be. No evidence of the mishap, save for a rapidly fading scar remains. You awkwardly place her hand back in her lap and drop your gaze to your own.

"Ahem, well...guess it'll take more than some light reading to perfect that one. Then again, healing is a big leap for someone who doesn't even--"

Your nervous tangent is abruptly interrupted by Haran smashing her lips against yours. You taste a fresh burst of the apple you hadn't yet eaten as your tongues dueled for dominance. A hand dropped to your thigh, which she uses to swing her opposite leg over and straddle your waist. You could feel the heat of her sex through the thin cotton that separated you.

She nipped your lower lip before you draw back for air.

You winced as the barmaid ripped away the bed sheets, along with the thin pair of shorts you'd awoken in. The side effects of Restoration had driven her mad with lust.

"Wait, the spell, it's--"

"Shhhh..." she cuts you off, placing a finger to her lips. A random part of you noticed that the scar had disappeared.

You stifle a groan as she grasped your erect manhood, pumping up and down roughly.

"You certainly have me under your spell, Markus"

Haran let out an innocent giggle, unbefitting both her age, and her current predicament.

"By the eight! Did I do that?"

Before you could respond, your jaw went slack as she slammed her head down on your dick. The feeling of your head hitting the back of her throat and then continuing to dip down into her contracting windpipe destroyed any self-control you had left.

"Ghk! Ghaak! Ghak!"

Her gasps for air punctuated each shove as you repeatedly drove her head nose deep into your pubes, fucking her face like the tavern wench she'd become.

A churning in your balls alerted you to your imminent climax.