Make sure she doesn't WANT to hurt him.

Jeremy stroked the wand. It was about as thick as his dick. Much longer, but about as thick. The witch had accused him of thinking with his dick, but now he had to think with his head and hard. Should he send her back in time the way she had done with Lizzy and Jessi? But wouldn’t that mean that he never got the bigger wand? Now that he knew there were others with bigger wands out there, he’d be a fool to risk the paradox.

He need to know more about what sort of magic was out there, quite possibly looking for him. But if he let the witch talk, would she try to put a spell on him? Could she do that without a wand? He didn’t know. There was so much he didn’t know. He needed someone he could trust.

Could the wand make the witch into someone he could trust?

He looked at her with the dawn of an idea. She looked back in a way that let him know whatever the idea was, she didn’t like it.

“I’m going to release you,” he told her. “But I know you won’t try to take the wand away from me or hurt me in any way. You won’t do that, because you don’t want to.”

The witch looked at him as if he were insane.

“You don’t want to because you are desperately in love with me,” he said, pointing the wand at her and letting loose a firestorm of magical energy that made her eyes go wide with wonder. “You want me to have anything I want! You’re so happy that I got your wand because it helped you see how much you love me!”

The witch’s green eyes were dazzled with the triple flash of the wand. She blinked and blinked and then stared with wide, adoring eyes at Jeremy. Her mouth remained in the same position it had been though.

“You can move now, Lover,” he said, with a nonchalant wave of her wand.
The wand sparked and the witch smiled. She got up on her knees and giggled.

“Oh THANK YOU!” she exclaimed, her voice sounding much higher and sweeter than before. “That’s so sweet of you to help me love you! I don’t know why I didn’t use the wand on myself to do that!”

She giggled.

“Probably because I’m a lesbian,” she reasoned. “But I guess you can’t help who you love! At least I can’t!”

“I don’t mind that you’re a lesbian,” Jeremy said. “As long as you’re a lesbian who really likes my dick inside her.”

He pointed the wand at her and made it so with a sparkling shower.

“I LOVE your dick inside me!” she exclaimed. “Can we fuck now?”

“Soon, my lover,” he said. “But I should at least know your name.”

“OH!” she exclaimed, then giggled. “Silly me. I’m sorry. When magic get’s used to change someone’s brain it can leave them a little unstable. Not that I mind!”
She giggled again.

“I’m Genevieve! Genevieve Greymore!” she said. “And I LOVE you! Can I know your name? That would be really nice.”

“I’m Jeremy, Genevieve,” he said. “And I’m going to be VERY good to you.”
“JEREMY!” she exclaimed, then giggled. “That’s so BEAUTIFUL! BEST NAME EVER! Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, spreading his arms wide.

Genevieve squealed and scrambled up. Soon her tongue was in his mouth and her big firm tits were pressed against his chest and he was stroking her glossy long hair with his free hand and rubbing the wand she had once owned against her curvaceous ass. She moaned and sighed and giggled into his mouth.

When they broke it off and both gasped for air, her lower lip trembled.

“Oh Jeremy,” she said. “I want your dick inside me SOOO bad! giggle But we really should get out of here before they find us and take me away from you.”

“They?” Jeremy asked.