Of course not, time to test more powers.

"You just saw me use magic and you want to threaten me with an axe?" I asked somewhat incredulously.

"Get the fuck out of here, now, or I'll-" she seemed to search for something, some threat, but for all she knew, I was a master mage.

I admired her body more. She wasn't super hot, but she was attractive and I was feeling pretty good, so I wanted my dick sucked. Honestly, is that such a crime? Well, in this case it might be, but who cares, bitching magic!

"Listen, do you want your fancy Telsamil cherries back, or do you want these shitty apples?"

She lowered her axe, though it looked like I was more in danger of getting tetanus and a bruise from it than anything else. She ran her eyes over me, trying to figure me out and determine her next move. It might have been my imagination, but it looked her eyes bulged out of her head in shock when she saw my obvious erection pitching a tent in my pants. However, I like to think they actually bulged out in lust and desire. Her hefting the axe higher in response, though, was impossible to misunderstand.

"Leave now, or I'll call the guard. You mages think you can destroy our livelihoods, well you can't!"

I sighed as she began to monologue about the dangers and terrors of mages. Her axe became a tool to point and illustrate her points as opposed to the non-threatening house tool she had used to illustrate her threats just moments ago. Her open dress was all but forgotten as her picked up in vigor, but hey, her tits were bouncing as she approached yelling at me. I just wished she would shut up. That was my only thought as I began to focus more and more on that thought until-

"-with her, but you ought to that I wou-."

She looked down at herself in shock as if to see what caused her to stop, and then back at me in fear.

Interesting, what if...

I then focused on her fully unbuttoning her dress and exposing her chest to me. At first she seemed to be struggling with a thought, but then she did just that. She almost tore off the buttons in her haste to complete my order... spell... thing.

"Huh, do jumping jacks" I said to no avail. She, with her dress open and mouth still unable to make noise, turned to run.

Instead, I focused on her staying where she was, as if she rooted to the ground. She stopped in place, and with a thought I ordered her to turn around to face me. There she stood, her slightly disheveled, axe in hand, tits out, and chest heaving with adrenaline. It took one look at her to know what I was gonna do next.