This presents an opportunity.

Seeing her O shaped mouth sparks something in you.

You could succeed where you **** Victor to retire. You don't know many spells, but with enough concentration you could probably duplicate what he did.

Parisa is confused at your hesitation, but what she doesn't know will only cause her some minor discomfort for a short period of time...

You grab your wand from your back pocket and mumble exactly what Victor said, tracing your wand on yourself as you do. Your body tingles slightly but other then that, no changes.

Parisa recognizes the spell and attempts to struggle. Feebly.

You yank your trousers down and look at your measly cpck and smirk. Of the few spells you know, you know one that will work.

"Ingorgo." You smile widely as your cock grows from a terrible four inches to an enlarged 8 inch appendage, with a golfball sized width.

You look at Parisa's poor mouth as you walk toward her and rub your cock on her face slowly as she glares up at you but you ignore her and slam your cock down her throat, gasping and moaning loudly ay this foreign pleasure as you jack hammer her throat, just like Victor did. Tears stream down her face as she all but silently begs for you to stop, but your eyes are closed as you slam down her throat over and over, your orgasm rapidly approaching already, given that this feeling is new for you.

With about thirty seconds of vicious throat fucking, you're ready.

You slam against her face hard and pump a flood of cum down her tight throat, making her gag on it as it fills her stomach and she cries hard, before purple light fills her eyes and she stops crying.

You step back and watch as she slowly stands and smiles at you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you in for a deep kiss, her Iris's now permanently a seductive purple shade.