"Put it in..."

Moira froze, her mouth still open as her traitorous plea hung in the air. The cock between her legs twitched and, she was sure of it, swelled.

"Put it in?" John repeated her words, each syllable a hot breath in her ear as if to compound her torment. "Put it in what, princess?"

She shook her head, clinging to the last bit of dignity she had to overcome his sorcerous courting, the very core of Brighton pride and nobility that meant she could not so willfully beg for what she desperately craved: to be speared onto the terrifying beast upon which her tired pussy rested.

"I... I can't... John... just..."

"I understand," he whispered, and she began a half-sob, half-sigh of relief at his apparent surrender on the topic-

Aphrodisiac applied. Target is now 9,600% more receptive to you for the next seven rounds. (Previous aphrodisiac overwritten.)

The Brighton leaned into him as she grinded vigorously, nearly pulling his head dangerously close to her sex as she gyrated. Her moans became pitiful squeaks, and John made it no easier by withdrawing from her legs, turning her about, and tossing her onto her back. The bed bounced the writhing, horny little Warden with the **** of his aggression, and he scooped her legs up by the backs of her knees, holding her bottom to the sun as his cockhead, glistening and engorged, rested on her clitoris, a mere inch from slipping into her.

"Moira, I'm at your disposal," John whispered, all but ready to bathe her in his new volume of cum if he didn't get inside her first. "Just tell me where you want it-"

"I-I-Inside!" Moira finally stammered, her eyes struggling to focus as her skin ached for him. This torment was beyond what even her golden willpower could take; it went beyond her training, beyond all she had been warned about. She was a neophyte, still; a few more years, she might've resisted such pleasure, such insidious magicks, but now... "Lady forgive me... but shove it in...!"

"In where, princess?" He rubbed his dick forward, and even this basic stimulation, on her over-stimulated clitoris, dragged another shiver of bliss.

"In my... my vagina...!"

John wrinkled his nose. I guess it would be weirder if she said 'pussy' or 'cunt', but still... "You want me to steal your virginity, Moira? Aren't you afraid? I'm not even wearing a condom..."

"Lady help us- It doesn't matter, John! You'll rob me of the Golden Rose... o-of everything," she sobbed, "and I'll get pregnant even if you pull out, or wear a condom, or try any of it... I'll bear your daughter, and... and... and I don't care anymore, Gaia willing, JUST HAVE SEX WITH ME ALREADY!!"

She arched her butt up, fished for his cock, felt the bottom of his head slide over her vagina, squeezed her eyes shut as she let instinct guide her... and opened them when she remained a virgin. John had taken a step back while holding her up, depriving her of his theft... and he grinned something horrible at her.

"So... that's how it works..."

"W... What...?"

"I have a quest to steal the Golden Rose," he confessed. Her eyes were wide... and for a moment, she nearly had the strength to deny him, if only she could form the words, if only this wretched mage would have any nobility at all to respect her wishes, to let her take back her consent.

"..." Her mouth opened, but she could not... she would not say a word of it.

Her mouth closed as he continued, his tone almost amused. "So I just need to fuck that noble little pussy," he muttered, making her wince with his vulgarity, "and your power is mine?"

"... p..." Barely a syllable. Tears rolled down her eyes.

John leaned down, letting his cock rest against her taint in the faux-missionary position, and brought his face up to hers. His smile vanished. His eyes were wide, his brow furrowed as if concentrating on her. She screwed her eyes closed, as if to try and shake off his enchantment... even as he was no doubt readying to cast yet another spell upon her, to further befoul her good name-

"But I'm sorry, princess: I must decline." Her wincing eyes opened wide. "I gave you my word... and I won't break it."

"You..." she finally managed, as if suddenly freed from his enchantment. "Then... you were never going to put it in-"

She nearly bit her tongue as his cock pressed against her lubricated sphincter and blasted into her rectum in a single, deft stroke.

"Geh... gek.... gaaah-!" He muffled her mouth with his, and he tried to not laugh as she yelled down his throat. Their tongues mingled in that familiar dance, and he got only two pumps in before his surge of libido packed her colon. She twitched and moaned as he filled her, and even when she no longer felt the tingling, pleasurable sensation of his pulsating cock in her anus, he remained ever hard... and began to fuck her in earnest, his entire cock sheathed in her honey. With her legs pinned up by his body, he let his left hand **** her abused cunt a bit more while he played her tits, alternating between sucking on her needy nipples and her ever-offered tongue. With every thrust they quaked and shifted, such was the **** of his pounding.

He sucked hard on her greedy tongue with an audible pop before breathing, "It looks like anal helps you relax, Moira."

"You cannot... expect this to last, fiend... when the enchantment wears off... I will... I will kill you with my bare hands...!"

"Oh, Moira," he huffed before returning to kiss her. She writhed in the discomfort he put her in: first with a stomach packed full of his semen, and now with her intestines slowly being refilled with ever more of it. His every thrust left her insides sloshing, and the disgraceful eroticism of the sensation was building another cresting wave of joy within her. By now, John knew what the quickening of her breath meant, and he taunted her. "Are you going to come again, from getting fucked in the ass? I can't believe a paladin would be this into it-"

"Silence! Your.... your f-foul... sooooo-! John! God, no, John, I'm coming, I'm co-hnng!" She clung to his head and brought him in to kiss her again; she loved the feeling of his lips, and it brought her to the next plateau as her body trembled. He was coming too, and he buried himself as far as her intestines would let him before shoving another, full batch up her pipes, causing her legs to buck with the shameful rapture that enveloped her. She clutched onto the back of his head as if for support, and he broke his kiss to bite hard on her neck; she covered her own mouth as even that vicious nibble enhanced the fire burning through her. Her cum enema continued to wash into her, unabated, and the pressure of his laying on her made it so much worse... and so much better.

He came down first, and was left panting alongside her, giving her small kisses of affection as she slowly came down from her own bitterly resisted, almost quiet orgasm. "I can't believe I used to think... you were stuck-up..."

"I... I am, you wretch! There's... there's nothing of me here, in your evil magic, in your sorcerous ways...!"

"Moira..."

"No... no! No matter how much I love this now, and how full I feel, and how... wonderful being defiled as such may seem, I know the Lady will guide me to freedom... from your torment, from your wicked tricks..."

"Moira, please-"

She shoved her ass even more against his cock, and he groaned in response. He was far from over this, it turned out. "Quiet. I will ride you until I am freed. My words are not my own... my virtue remains! Now... fuck me, the way you love to curse so much! Fuck me, John! Fuck me right in the bum! Because even though I cherish this feeling, and yearn to carry on until the body can no longer bear it, I will eventually be free of-!"

"Moira!"

"What?!"

John pecked her on the lips with a wolfish grin. "My enchantment ran out before I even put it in."