Yes

Michelle finally starts to stir as the sun is setting. She tries to put together what happened and then remembered. She got the fucking of her life. Having sex with you was the best experience she ever had while having sex. And she hates admitting it to herself. But there’s one silver lining she might be able to take from this. Maybe it was that good because of the potion. She thought, “That has to be the case. There’s no way I could lov … like … tolerate getting fucked like that. There’s no way.”

She sits up and tries to stand up, but her legs are still just a bit too weak to fully hold her weight, so she stumbles but catches herself. She slowly leaves your bedroom and spots you, and only you, in the living room of your dorm. She can feel her pussy getting wet at the sight of you, but she chalks it up to residual effects of the potion.

You spot her and say, “Hi, did you rest well?” She stumbles toward the counter. “Uh, yeah. I guess,” she responds. She sits down at one of the chairs. “How long was I out?” You check your phone and say, “About 6 hours.” That revelation shocks Michelle. She’s never experienced anything like that in her life. You offer her a water bottle and she graciously accepts.

You allow her to take a few sips of the beverage before asking, “So, how are you feeling?” She looks confused. “What do you mean?” she asks. “I mean, how are you feeling … after all that? I mean, how’s your body? How are you feeling about what just transpired? That type of stuff.”

She looks intently at the water bottle. “I don’t know how I feel,” she whispers. “What?” you ask. She responds, loudly, “I said, I don’t know how I feel about it, OK!” You put your hands up in defense. “OK, I get it. You don’t know how to feel. I won’t ask again.” She drinks more of her water and you stand there in awkward silence. Finally you ask, “So … do you want to go back to your dorm room now?”

She considers getting her sweats and leaving, but she can’t help shake that unbearable question: Did she enjoy having sex with you so much because of the potion or was her enjoyment genuine? As much as she doesn’t want to, there’s only one way to really know. “How about I just spend the night?” she asks.

“What? Why?” you reply. “I need to know … something,” she says. You raise an eyebrow, curious to her curiosity. “Know what?” you question. She can’t bring herself to look at you, so she looks down at the floor. “I need to know … if it was the potion or not,” she answers. You still don’t understand where she’s coming from. She glances at you out of her peripheral and notices your confused look. “I don’t want to say it,” she says. “Say what?” you ask.

Michelle sighs heavily. “I need to know … did I like, you know, it,” she gestures to your bedroom, “as much as I did because of the potion or did I like it just because I liked it.” Finally, you understand. “Oh, well I don’t know how to answer that. Like I have made it very clear, I don’t know much about magic.”

“Unfortunately, I can only think of one way for me to know,” Michelle states. “And what way is that?” you ask. She heads back to your bedroom and stands by the doorway. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this. I need you … to fuck me again.”

“Really?” you say. “Don’t get a huge ego out of this, OK. I just need to know. And that’s the only reason I want to do this. No magic. No potions. Just normal fucking.” You stand there, shocked at her request. Her patience is starting to run thin. “Can you even get it up again? Because I’m telling you right now, I’m not sticking your cock in my mouth again to get you hard.” She licks her lips at the thought of you penetrating her orally again. She shakes off that feeling and waits for your answer. You sheepishly reply, “Yeah. I think I can go another round.”

“Great. Come on, let’s go,” she says before getting on all fours on your bed, presenting her incredible ass to you. You’re about to head over, but you remember the potion Paphia gave you. The way you feel right now, you’ll be lucky if you shoot off one or two sizeable loads. But if you drank the potion, you’ll be able to do so much more. But Michelle wants to do it without the assistance of anything magical, so that she can know how she truly feels. What should you do?