Overwhelming reaction.

Fern sank on my cock and began to bounce. They were simple up and down movements, and also just a bit clumsy as she brought her whole weight down on me without exactly meaning to. Luckily, I like it and I can take it. Not to mention that watching her boobs bounce with her added a hell of a lot to the experience.

I put my hands on her legs and caressed her thick thighs. Then, as she got tired from bouncing, I took over the work by thrusting up into her. Fern kept grinning, leaning forward and supporting herself with her hands on my chest.

“Mmm! Oliver…! I love it! Does my pussy feel good?”

“It’s amazing,” I told her. “It’s sucking me in so deep.”

She licked her lips again. “I can feel your cum inside me. It’s like I’m getting drunk...”

I thrust in slow and hard, holding her hips in place as I did. Soon enough, Fern came again, falling on top of me. She kissed my face even as her body trembled. I rolled us over, getting Fern on her back and me on top of her. I kissed her, licking her lips and moving her bangs out of her sweaty forehead.

“Again…” she muttered in between kisses. “Doggy…”

Again. “Turn around,” I said, getting off her.

I watched her turn, get on all fours and point her butt towards me. Her pussy shone with her juices and a bit of my cum leaked out of it. It was arousing, exciting. Five orgasms and she still wanted more.

I held her hips and rammed my cock inside her, and the moment I did an idea came to mind.

I remember the other girls describing sex with me as an addictive ****, and the ones with previous experience agreed it was on a totally different level than normal sex. I suppose we had grown accustomed to it, but Fern was experiencing not just sex, but magic-enhanced sex as her very first time.

…

She could very well be actually getting drunk on pleasure. Magically-induced pleasure. Maybe. I was 100% sure there was nothing harmful happening because there was no way Frey would allow it, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t be careful.

Instead of going fast again, I slowed down a lot. I made up for it by lowering myself and aiming for a higher spot inside her, confirming a good one when she let out a drawn-out groan of pleasure.

I gently caressed her ass, mostly because I couldn't hold myself back, but I made sure to slow down the pace. I slid in and out of her, aiming for that good spot. Fern’s loud moans became softer, almost like purring. She raised her ass and lowered her chest, putting her head on a pillow.

“Yes… Yesss…” she muttered.

Another orgasm rocked her body, only this one was smaller, gentler. It weakened her legs and had her lay on her stomach.

“So good…” she said, breathing deeply. “Again…”

“In a moment, okay? I need to go to the bathroom.” I kissed her cheek and got off the bed.

Fern watched me go with a loving smile, still squirming, but I noticed her eyelid slowly closing.

In the bathroom, I did take the opportunity to pee and clean my dick, but mostly I needed to buy some time. Time for Fern to come down from that high. I could be natural, not magical in nature at all. But I still wanted to be careful. I wanted to see if she’d cool down after a bit of rest.

Don’t get me wrong, though. If this is how she is, I’m happy to accept her. It’s not my ability to match her libido that worries me, but the possibility that this might be an **** reaction to otherworldly pleasure. After all, I have gotten more proficient at sex and sexual energy control.

I went back after five minutes and found Fern still in the same position left her. Her eyes were closed, her smile was wide and she was breathing softly, fast asleep.

I smiled and covered her with the bed sheets, worried she might catch a cold from the heat of her body and the sweat cooling her off.

I sat on the bed next to her, took my phone and looked at the time. 4:40 pm. We got here at 4:00 pm, so we still had over two hours left. If I took Fern home after this and then went back to mine, I’d be arriving there a little past 9:00 pm. I think that’s reasonable. I don’t have a curfew anymore, but I don’t want to be the type of boyfriend who gets home late just because.

Besides, tomorrow is a big day for all of us.

I sent the group chat a text, asking how everything was going.

Diana answered with a picture I assume she took, one of Mila, Grace, Sarah, Alice and Noelle and in the pool.

-Diana: It’s hot, so we didn’t resist. Sorry you missed the inauguration.

-Oliver: It’s fine. Is everyone having fun?

-Diana: Yes, but probably not as much as you. Unless things are going south and that’s why you have time to text?

-Oliver: Fern is asleep right now. We’re at a hotel.

-Diana: Ah. Understandable. So it’s going well?

-Oliver: Yes. Very. I’m thinking of inviting her over for this Sunday, but I want to talk it over with everyone first.

-Diana: Good idea. Or ideas, really. Both of them.

-Oliver: Anything I should pick up on my way home?

A pause. Then…

-Diana: Noelle is craving chocolates, which led Sarah to admit she wants hamburgers, which made everyone else start craving hamburgers.

-Oliver: Chocolates and hamburgers, got it. Tell everyone to send their order and I’ll pick it up.

-Diana: As for me, I was all the dirty details later, okay?

-Oliver: I’ll see what I can do, but I don’t feel like pooping yet.

-Diana: This conversation is over.

-Oliver: Love you!

-Diana: I know. Love you too.

I left my phone on the nightstand, then lay on the bed to try and rest my eyes a bit, too. But, as usual, sex filled me with more energy than it drained, so I couldn’t sleep.

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