Humor her

"Okay," you say, laughing a bit at her request, and sit down on the bed next to her. Rather than just lean against you, this time she grabs your chest, and begins to rub it. You gasp as the pleasure hits you like a twelve ton truck. She's gently pushing her energy into you as she deftly plays with your breast, pinching and pulling on your nipples, squeezing your tits...

You need to focus. You had been trying to think, but the constant pleasure was making it very difficult. You need to tell her to stop, but it's not easy to convince yourself to, it just feels so good. You concentrate, and try to ignore the pleasure long enough to tell her to stop.

⚂⚁ - 1 (Charisma) = 4

"P-please..." you moan, as the pleasure builds, "...don't stop!" Fuck whatever you were thinking about before, this is more important. Instead of that, you need to think about what actually matters, getting your clothes out of the way, so that her hand is on your bare skin.

⚅⚁ + 2 (Physical) = 10

You grab your clothes, and easily shred them, not caring about losing a bra if it means you can feel her hand a second sooner. The sight seems to have affected her too, and she becomes rougher. She squeezes your tits hard, her magic complementing the pain with more pleasure than you've ever needed to cum before. The orgasm pours out of you in a scream of ecstasy. You need more, but of the pleasure, or the pain?