Fuck her senseless

What followed was a night of passionate, rough, animalistic sex beyond your wildest dreams. It began on the bed, with skin against skin, lips against lips. Your eyes met and your tongues battled as you tried to keep your thrusts under control, but your bodies acted on their own accord. You were **** to be as deep inside of her as possible. Her hands left scratches down your back. Her lips opened and moans escaped that filled the room with her voice. You pinned her beneath you and **** yourself deep into her as you reached your first of many climaxes, filling her womb with your seed. With every climax, the golden mark glowed, and your vigor was returned to its full strength. You didn't need a second's rest. Her magic, her love, kept you firm and full and unable to stop, not that you wanted to. You fucked her against the wall, pulling her head back to lock your lips with hers as you spread her legs, forcing her to orgasm without relent, again and again. You fucked her like you hated her, calling her a slut and whore as you **** her to her knees to service your cock with her mouth, or tackled her to the floor and **** her legs apart whenever she played hard to get. She asked you to stop, begged for you to stop at times, but you never did. You were determined to make her learn her lessons. Other times you were gentle, loving, and familiar, laying back and looking deeply into her eyes while she rode you in front of the fire, holding her legs against your shoulders as she climaxed from your tongue.

You quickly lost track of how many hours had passed. Days? Weeks? You never even needed to stop to drink thanks to her magic. But you found yourself laying with her wrapped in a sheet, lying on the floor. The desire had subsided, after all that time, but your admiration for her, your love and want, grew exponentially. "Wait here," she whispered, planting a tender kiss on your lips as she got to her feet. "I will return with a gift for you." With that, she left the room.