Yes

You see how out of breath Michelle already is. She doesn’t look like she’s going to last much longer. But she still needs one more load from you to cure her of the potion’s effects. So, you decide to go easy on the girl. You push her legs to the side and sit on your bed, with your back against the wall. She turns to look at you. “What are you doing?”

“Well, you look like you’re pretty out of it already, so I thought it would be best for you to take control.” You gesture to your still semi-hard cock and continue, “Your turn to get on top.” You get yourself hard by focusing on her E cups as they rise and lower.

Michelle, weakly, shakes her head. “No, you have to keep control.” This confuses you. “Why?” you ask. Paphia voices her theory, “It’s because she’s scared. She’s scared she’s likes it too much.” Michelle spits at her, both literally, albeit with very little strength, and verbally. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Bullshit,” Paphia responds. “You’re hoping that if you have little control in this situation, you can write it off to the potion making you feel this way. That there is still some part of you that’s weirded out, maybe even disgusted, by having sex with a guy. Even one as gifted as John. But if you take control, and you control the pace, and you still end up liking it, maybe there’s a part of you that isn’t.”

“Is that true?” you ask Michelle. “No, it isn’t true!” she yells, already feeling the arousal creeping up on her again. “Then prove it,” Paphia challenges. Michelle grits her teeth and exclaims, “Fine!” She gathers up all the strength she has and swings her leg over you. She’s about to lower herself on you with her back to you, but Lily interjects, “Ah, ah, ah, turn around. Face him.” Michelle hovers over you and shouts, “What!? No!”

Lily continues, “If you want to prove Paphia wrong, face him.” Michelle groans in frustration. If she doesn’t do what they say, they may not allow her to get your dick, which means she won’t be allowed to get your cum, which means the potion will still be in effect. “Fine,” she sneers. Michelle turns around, looking at you eye-to-eye. “Oh god, this is so weird,” she mutters.

She spits in her hand and her grabs hold of your cock. She jerks you off, keeping you hard. She takes a good look at the monster in her hands. She ponders how she’s going to take it. It’s because of this hesitation, Ari speaks up, “Maybe John should just grab yo by the hips and **** you on her. After all, it’s for your own good.”

An eep escapes from Michelle’s mouth. She knows that if you shove your dick inside her ass, you’re gonna break her. As much as she doesn’t want to admit it, there’s a part of her that is aroused by that idea. She looks you dead in the eyes. She can’t stop herself from uttering, “Do it.”

You don’t have to be told twice. You grab hold of Michelle’s hips and penetrate her. She leans forward and starts screaming into your shoulder. You barely even have four inches inside her and you wonder how she’s going to take the rest. She separates from your shoulder and gasps heavily. “You OK?” you ask. She nods, frantically. “Yeah. Just give me a sec.”

She slowly starts forcing herself even lower on you. She grits her teeth and tries to power through any of the pain. “Jesus!” She gets as far as seven itches before she feels she can’t take anymore. Thinking that’s good enough, she starts lifting herself and shortly lowering herself again. “Fuck!” she shouts. “You’re tearing me apart. How do you girls even take this?” she asks the Fae.

Ari chuckles, “Oh, we haven’t had anal with him yet.” Michelle is surprised by this. “No. You must have. How can any of you sluts resist having this … this gargantuan thing inside your ass?” She starts bouncing just a tad faster as her rear end starts getting accustomed to your size. Paphia answers, “Well you silly girl, you can’t exactly get pregnant by taking it up the ass.” Lily interjects, “Of course, we will be happy to try in the future.”

Paphia & Ari nod in agreement. “So, you little slut,” Paphia says, putting extra emphasis on “slut” as she doesn’t appreciate Michelle calling her and her friends that, “yours is the first ass John has ever fucked.” She addresses you, “And how does she feel John?”

“Really good. Like, really really good,” you reply. “Honestly, I have to fight every impulse I have to not just grab her hips and get all of me inside her ass.” Michelle eyes bug out, worried that you’ll soon lose your self-control and bury yourself in her ass. But what you actually do shocks her. With one hand you start rubbing her, incredibly wet, pussy, and with the other you grab one of her chest mounds and bring it to your mouth, suckling on it like a newborn.

“Oh shit!!!” Michelle shouts, the sensitivity of all three areas hitting like a ton of bricks. She grabs onto your head, keeping it in place, and shouts, “Oh yeah, don’t stop!” She soon cums again from the sensations, providing more lubrication. It happens again. And again. Eventually, Michelle’s eyes roll into the back of her head. The only sounds coming out of her mouth are her moans and the occasional raspy, “Yes, yes, yes…”

You can feel yourself getting close. You say, muffled by the flesh in your mouth, “Imm about t cm.” Michelle still understands you and tells you, “You’re about to cum? Do it, motherfucker! Fill up my ass, you son of a bitch. Let’s fucking end this.” For a brief moment, you remember the kind of asshole Michelle was before her transformation. As you feel you’re about to burst, you grab her hips and shove her down on your full length.

“FUCK MEEEEE!!!!!” Michelle screams at the top of her lungs. She experiences both pain and pleasure. Pain, from you splitting her open with your impressive rod, and pleasure, from the sensational of feeling you unload deep inside her, which leads to the biggest orgasm she has ever experienced in her life. “Aahhhhh!!!!” she shouts. Once she finally comes off her high, she slumps down on you and starts nodding off.

You delicately lift her off you and place her on the bed, completely worn out from the fucking you just gave her. You and the three Fae leave her alone to rest. You ask them, “Does that always happen when the potion wears off?” Paphia replies, “It can happen. It just depends on how good the fucking was. And by the looks of her, you fucked her brains out. Maybe now, she’ll have a little less attitude with you.”

Ari & Lily notice the time. “We’ve been here long enough. We really have to go,” the pixie states. The mermaid agrees and adds, “You too Paphia. You wouldn’t want to be caught in a student’s room. Especially when he’s naked. No matter how good he looks.” Ari and Lily give you a kiss on the cheek, before both nibbling on your earlobe. You tell them, “See you later.”

They check to see if the coast is clear and they leave. Paphia tells you, “I’m going to use my connections at admin to make the adequate adjustments. If she’s going to be stuck like that for a while, or, most likely, for the rest of her life, we can’t exactly have all the class rosters still saying ‘Michael’ now can we?”

Before leaving, she hands you something. It’s a small vial. “What’s this?” you ask. “Well, that was supposed to be a part of your reward, before we were rudely interrupted. Think of it like magic Viagra. It’s no where near the effects of last night, but it will keep you rock hard for longer and quickly replenishes your sperm so you don’t shoot out any small loads while under its effect.”

You ask, “So, why are you giving this to me now? Do you want me to hold onto it until our next foursome session?” The tree nymph giggles. “No, you silly boy.” She gestures towards the bedroom. “In case sleeping beauty over there wakes up and wants another go, which I’m positive she will.” While you doubt it will happen, you ask, “How long does this thing last exactly?”

“This one is pretty low level, so 4 hours,” she replies, matter-of-factly. “4 hours? You expect me to fuck her for four hours straight?” you question. She nods and starts heading toward the door, slowly. “Oh yeah. Pump her full of so much cum, there’s no way she won’t get pregnant. That’ll show her.” She’s about to close the door before, you ask, “How do you know she’s even going to want to do it?” She replies, “Oh, trust me,” before winking. She slowly closes the door and whisper, “Have fun.”

You look at the vial in your hand, wondering if you’re going to use it soon. Part of you thinks there may be a possibility that Michelle will want another round when she wakes up, but that part of you is small compared to the part that believes she’ll wake up, get her clothes, and leave without saying a word.