Fixing His Mistake

David woke up feeling like a chew toy that had been thoroughly gnawed on, sore all over with an aching low throbbing pain throughout his entire body. The only positive was that his cock didn't hurt quite as much, though he wasn't sure if it actually felt better or if the pain from the rest of him just made it seem less bad by comparison.

Either way, David desperately needed Rachel to get off of him. Using his free right hand, he began tapping her on her washboard abs, trying to rouse her from sleep. But she merely groaned and shifted slightly, still out cold. He attempted to speak, but with the crushing pressure on his chest, it came out as more of a gasping wheeze: "Rachel... w-wake up..."

She remained sleeping peacefully, a goofy grin plastered on her face. Feeling increasingly ****, David flailed his legs as best he could in an attempt to get her attention. That finally seemed to do the trick, Rachel slowly and steadily woke up, rolling onto her back and freeing David from being pinned between her muscular body and the stiff mattress.

As she opened her eyes, a wistful smile spread across Rachel's face, and she mumbled: "So it wasn't a dream..." Feeling significantly less sore than David, she excitedly initiated a kiss, her hands exploring his back. With some effort, David returned the kiss to the best of his ability, enjoying the warmth and closeness with his partner.

Once they'd disentangled themselves, David brought up a pressing concern: "I think we both thought it was fun at first, but we need to figure out a way to fix the results of the last use of the curse... or I'm not sure what would happen." He had a terrifying idea about potential consequences, his dick might fall off or be worn down to nothing, but he didn't dare speak it aloud for fear of accidentally making it a reality.

While David worried silently, Rachel was thinking of solutions. Nervously, she spoke up: "So why don't you try saying a new statement to see if it will override the previous one?" David looked at her with a mix of shock and admiration, musing out loud: "How did I end up with such a smart, amazing girl?"

Rachel blushed slightly as she replied without missing a beat: "You used your curse on me and made me your personal ****... well, that last part I asked you for, so it's not exactly the curse's fault." After sharing a quick kiss, David decided to try her suggestion.

He screwed his eyes shut and braced himself mentally as he attempted to make the change: "I have no refractory period and can keep going as long as I desire. As I have full control over my own erections, myself and any sexual partner I am fucking suffer no chaffing, injury or other pain from our marathon fuck sessions."

Opening his eyes, David didn't feel anything had changed, but then again, he never did when using the curse. Taking a deep breath, he decided to test his newfound control by thinking about making his cock rise and fall at will. To his delight, it responded perfectly, swelling to full mast and then wilting back down as he concentrated.

Thrilled that Rachel's idea had worked, David realized an important limitation, while the new statement would protect him from future harm, it didn't seem to heal past injuries. His dick was still sore from their last fuck marathon, but at least now he knew how to prevent similar damage in the future. He felt a small thrill from unraveling a little more of how his mysterious curse works. The excitement lead him to think of what changes he might try next.