More action, more orders

Lying there in the post-sex glow, the only sounds in the room were your ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Maisie's head rested on your shoulder, her body warm and pliant against yours. The scent of sex still hung heavy in the air, mixing with the smell of her perfume and your cologne. You felt utterly content, the stress of the past week melting away into satisfaction.

"That was incredible," you murmured into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Mmm," she agreed, her voice lazy and sated. "It is not what I expected coming here."

"Disappointed?" you asked with a chuckle.

She tilted her head back to look at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "I expected ending up used, not so masterfully... serviced. Thank you."

Pride swelled in your chest. You had managed to satisfy her, to make her feel good, without resorting to cheap magical tricks. Well, mostly.

"So," you began, tracing idle circles on her back with your fingertips, "does this mean we're officially dating now?"

She laughed, a light, musical sound that vibrated against your chest. "I suppose it does. Though I imagine our dates will look a little different from most couples'."

"Probably," you conceded. "But I'm okay with that if you are."

Her enhanced tit pressed more firmly against your side as she adjusted her position. "I am definitely okay with it. Especially if all our dates end like this."

"What do we do with your new chest? Keep it?" you asked, running a hand over the curve of her breast, marveling at how perfectly it fitted in your palm now.

"I dunno. They feel nice. But... changing all of my bras would be expensive. And my family will understand what happened." She sighed. "Maybe you can shrink them back tomorrow?"

"Deal." You kissed her forehead. "Tomorrow morning."

Silence descended again, comfortable and intimate. You were just beginning to drift off to sleep when Maisie spoke again,"so, are you recovered enough for the next round?", her hand wandered down your stomach towards your groin.

"Insatiable," you grinned, capturing her wrist before she could reach her target.

She pouted playfully, "I can't help it. You woke something up inside me. Now I'm addicted."

"Addiction requires multiple uses. Tonight was just the first dose." You retorted smartly.

"Smartass. Fine, I'm just horny. Better?" She challenged, her eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"And what should I do now?"

"Order me something, I want to... feel how it is when my body moves on its own. And remember it this time. " She requested, her voice husky with renewed desire.

You frowned slightly. Using the curse specially after the connection you'd just shared felt wrong. But the pleading look in her eyes was difficult to ignore.

"Okay," you relented and took a dozen or so of seconds deciding what to order. "Maisie, climb on top of me, make me hard, and ride my dick until I come."

Instantly, she moved, her body flowing with liquid grace. She swung one leg over your hips, straddling you, her knees planted firmly on either side.

"That feels so weird," she whispered, her hands coming to rest on your chest. "Being moved by strings I cannot see."

"Does it bother you?" you asked, concerned.

"No... Not here and now... it's exciting. " She ground her pelvis against yours, "and I do have some choice in how to perform... the task. It is so weird, impossible to explain."

Her breasts swayed gently as she leaned forward, brushing against your chest. The sensation was exquisite, the soft flesh yielding beneath your palms as you cupped them. She rocked her hips slowly, deliberately, creating friction between her burning body and your growing erection. Her breathing quickened, small gasps escaping her lips.

The very moment your dick got hard enough, she positioned herself over it and sank down without hesitation. Both of you moaned at the same time, as if it was a choreographed scene from a steamy movie. She began to move, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against you in a way that made you moan in sync with each cycle.

Your handiwork, her full round tits, bounced hypnotically with every movement, drawing your gaze like a magnet. You couldn't resist; you leaned up slightly, capturing one nipple between your lips and sucking gently while your fingers played with the other. She cried out sharply, her pace increasing. Her inner walls clenched around you, squeezing you with each thrust of her hips.

"Oh god, yes," she panted, her head thrown back, hair cascading down her shoulders. "This feels so good."

You released her breast with a wet pop, "Maisie, move faster. Fuck me hard, girl. "

She obeyed instantly, her movements becoming increasingly frantic and ****. Her thighs trembled with effort as she bounced on top of you, taking you deeper with each powerful and forceful downward motion. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with your moans and her cries. Sweat dripped down her face, her chest heaving with exertion. You could feel another orgasm building inside her, her body tensing as she approached the edge.

"Come for me, Maisie," you commanded, overriding any natural orgasm that almost hit.

Her eyes locked onto yours, burning with desire, and she screamed your name while moving as the order mandated. Her intense orgasm never made her pause the task of fucking your brains out at a rapid tempo. It was way too much to handle, the feeling of her convulsing around you while continuing to ride you relentlessly... Your own climax hit hard, an overwhelming pressure coiling in your lower abdomen. With a final movement of her hips, you came

She collapsed forward onto your chest, completely spent, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. For several long moments, neither of you moved, simply breathing heavily and trying to recover. Finally, she lifted her head to look at you, a lazy smile on her flushed face.

"That was... intense." She gasped, struggling to catch her breath. "I would never go so... far on my own. " She giggled weakly, "Thank you for the experience."

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close. "Anytime," you murmured into her hair.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she shifted slightly, adjusting her position. "So... what now?" she asked softly.