The best cure for getting shot with an arrow is a farmer’s daugher’s ass. (Taking your second ass.)

“Charlene…” you whispered.

“Mmm?” Her hand kept rubbing your saliva-coated cock up and down.

“There’s a… Mhm… there’s a flask, a purple flask in my bag…”

Her strokes slowed.

“A flask?”

“Yes. Can you grab it for me?”

She paused and glanced at your cock as if she didn’t want to let go. But she relented and rose carefully from the bed. The farmer’s daughter tip-toed to your bag under the window and rummaged. After a moment, she flaunted the flask Segora had packed for you. When you nodded, she brought it back to bed, studying it, curious.

“What’s it for?” she asked in a hushed voice.

You grabbed the purple flask from her hands, and looked from it, to her. Charlene looked back at you with inquisitive eyes.

If I want to fuck her ass, you thought, I can't shy from saying it out loud.

“It’ll make it easier to slide up your ass.”

“Up my…”

Her brown eyes grew wide.

“Have you ever done something like that before?” you asked in a whisper.

“N-no, I mean… Yes. No… Mom said it was the better thing to do to preserve my virtue until marriage. She’s had me practice with garden vegetables, but I’ve never… with a man…”

“I'd really like to do it with you. Do you want to try it with me?”

Her lips parted, wordlessly. She hesitated, and you waited. You waited, until, shyly, hesitation faded, and resolve set in. She smiled at you and nodded excitedly. Under her lustful, watchful eyes, you poured some of the lustrous substance in your right hand and proceeded to lather your hard cock, just like Segora had done for you two nights ago, prepping it to invade Charlene’s ass. Charlene’s cheeks reddened; her breathing accelerated.

“Will it even fit there?”

“Only one way to find out,” you said.

She locked eyes with you and seemed to relax at the simple self-assurance you exuded. She lifted her nightdress and kneeled up on the bed to come and straddle you, cowgirl-style. She rocked herself against you, and her warm breath brushed your left ear:

“My little cunt is on fire,” she whispered.

The heat and wetness of her pussy slid up your erection. As a stone thrown into a pool of water, her motion created waves in your well of magic, and your will swayed. You swallowed and took a deep breath, settling your aura. You grabbed her hips and rotated her up, aligning your oily cock with her little backdoor opening.

“There…” you whispered.

She nodded. She braced herself on your shoulders and pressed her ass down against your cockhead while you held your rod at the right angle. Despite her claims to have practiced before, her opening was much tighter than Segora’s had been; she pushed down, but your cock bucked at her entrance.

“Let me try some of this,” she exhaled.

She pushed herself up on her knees, bringing her breasts up your face as she reached to the bedside table. Her smell, that of a farmer’s daughter, of mornings spent tending to the beasts, of afternoons labouring in the corn fields; that of the outdoors, of the barn, of a simple life; of her hair, of straw and wildflowers, mixed with the pure, secret lust of a young woman flowering in the moonlight, enveloped you. You pushed your face in her pillowy chest, and she grabbed your head, pressing you against her.

When she sat up, she poured a few drops from the purple flask on her fingers; her oily hand then disappeared behind her. Her eyes closed in concentration. You put your hand on top of hers, felt her fingers disappear inside her ass. She gasped. Your hands moved in unison, sawing her fingers in and out, coating her insides. Your breaths mingled.

“There…” she said, pulling her fingers out. “Let’s try again.”

She seized your cock and repositioned it at her opening. With a long exhale, she pressed down, and this time, her oil-soaked anal passage welcomed you in.

“Haghh!” she gasped.

“Hhmmhh… Sssshhhh…”

You grasped her hips and held her still. The house creaked… Her nutty brown eyes were glued to yours; your cockhead, buried in her warm, cushy buttocks; more than half of your cock, still out, ached for the warmth of her snug derriere. Together, you listened.

One… Two… Three… Four…

Silence lingered.

…Eight… Nine… Ten…

No sound, no movement from outside the bedroom. You nodded at her. Still flushed, Charlene returned to the task of impaling her ass on your cock. She started grinding, massaging your cockhead inside her lubed anal passage, taking more and more of you in.

“Mmmmmmh…”

Slowly, tentatively, her hips rotated one way, and another; she sunk in, eyes closed, rejoicing in the sensation. The warm embrace of her butt-ring spread down your length, and before you knew it, her ass bumped onto your thighs. She gasped in your ear and whispered:

“Hha! Colden… You’re so big… you’re so big back there…”

You grabbed her by the haunches and lifted her up your length, before pulling her back down again. And again. Her breathing deepened in time with her assfucking. You moved her, and she followed your prompts.

“Mmm… Mmm…Mm!… Hha! Mm… Mm! Hha…”

“Ssshhh…”

She bit her lips, as if to eat back her moans, and nodded fervently. Soon, her grinding became more assured, and her rhythm accelerated. You stopped guiding her, instead letting your hands roam on her boiling skin, under her nightdress, leaving her ass to fondle her breasts.

“Mmm-yes… Mm!… M-ha! Hah! Hhah!”

“Charlene…,” you whispered, warningly.

“Colden…” she moaned, lustful. “Hha! Huhn! Colden!”

You slapped your hand on her mouth.

“Mhm! Hmm! Mhmm! Hnm! Hnmh!! Hunmh!”

As she fucked her ass on your cock, her muffled moans resonated in the room, and you found yourself keeping an ear out for signs that the household was catching on to your fornication. Charlene seemed enraptured, past any form of self-control. You thought about rolling on top of her and burying her face in her pillow, but you knew your wounded thigh wouldn’t let you. So, you extended your will around the bed, and, hoping she wouldn’t hear or care, you hissed between clenched teeth:

“Obtego!…”

The creaking of the old wooden house, the whispers of the breeze, the intermittent howls outside— all sounds vanished, but the slaps of Charlene’s ass against your thighs. Her moaning took an interrogative inflection in the new quiet, but she was too enthralled to comment.

“Hmm! Mmh! Hmmh? Hmmh! Mmh! Mmrrhh! Hha! Unh!”

You let your hand off her mouth, confident your sound bubble spell would isolate your antics.

Enticed by Charlene’s whimpers of delight, snug in her cushy bottoms, you closed your eyes and focused on the swallowing motions of her hungry ass. Your cock was as hard as it had ever been; her assfucking was as heavenly as anything you had ever felt. Your magical aura tingled, and a silver glow awoke in the back of your mind: the silver light from the transcendental state you tried to induce earlier—which should have evanesced when you interrupted the incantation... The silver light still loomed under your consciousness. Confused, you focused your mind's eye on it, and watched it grow in a hidden place inside you.

As Charlene’s ass coaxed pleasure from your throbbing cock, your magic swelled with sexual tension, and you instinctively fed it to the silver light. The silver light bloomed, faster than you had ever managed even with the incantation, until it overtook everything. Transcendence.

“Hah!,” you gasped, as a torrent of pleasure carried you into eternity.

You came inside her ass—the second ass you ever claimed. The silver light spread all over your being; tiredness evaporated from your limbs, pain faded from your wound, and your cock hardened. As you opened your eyes, Charlene’s legs shook uncontrollably around yours, and her butt clenched in spasms around your cock as she cried out:

“Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrhhhhhhuuuuuhhhhhggggggnnnnnggghh!…”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she collapsed on your chest, her body spent. As you lay dazed under her, your cock still buried in her cum-filled ass, you contemplated what had just happened: you had achieved a transcendental state while fucking a girl's ass. That was so much better than ruminating incantation alone in the dark! Excited by your discovery, you rolled Charlene over. She drooped limply on her belly, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth open, saliva dripping on the bed. You untied your bandage and found what you expected: a scab had formed over the now fully-closed wound. Despite a faint, lingering throb, the pain had notably abated. Curious to see if you could reiterate your exploit and heal even more, you knelt behind the farmer’s daughter’s upturned butt. Your wounded leg quavered, but held your weight with minimal pain. You positioned your hard cock between her plump asscheeks, and Charlene instinctively lifted her hips to push against you. She let out a delighted whimper as you pushed your cock inside her ass, and your mind sought the silver light again.

Sana animam meam, sana mentem meam, sana cor meum, sana corpus meum…

You fucked her through the night, and Charlene’s body, completely surrendered to the bliss of your anal fucking, proved more healing than she or her mom would’ve thought possible.