Seduce her.

Everything about Lisa is soft and lovely. She smells good, faintly of peaches. Her hands are pleasantly tender, and she pulls your head against her chest in a way that's still barely within the bounds of platonic hugging, but is more intimate than she's ever been. Her body is a collection of pale, ripe, curves, carefully hidden behind modest clothing. You think her boyfriend, really more committed than a fiancé would be for most of your friends, must not fully appreciate how lucky he is. If he did, he never would have agreed to be apart from her.

But you're here, and he isn't. And you can sense that this leash you've put on her mind will draw her to you like a magnet, if you say the right words and make the right gestures. The Goddess told you that you could do what you like to the living, and Lisa's breath on your forehead assures you that she's within the bounds of the playground you've been given.

You stand up, turn around, hold her tightly, and bend down to kiss her. She's shocked, but then joins in the kiss in a way that feels like falling. The inside of her mouth tastes like mocha coffee and mint. "Lisa, I've had feelings for you for a long time. I think you've felt the same way. You do, don't you?" She nods her head quickly and quietly against your chest. "I'd like to kiss you some more. Would you like that?" She nods against you again, eagerly, wrapping her arms around your midsection and breathing in your scent. You walk her over to the couch and curl up with her, kissing her again before she can say anything.

Lisa's soft, full lips part for you just as easily as the first time, and within seconds her arms are wrapped around you and her thighs have parted invitingly open. You're only wearing sleep pants under your robe, and she's wearing something similar. You're grinding your fleece-clad erection against the spot where you assume her slit is concealed, and it has an exciting give to it. She moans blissfully and pushes back against you.

There's no sign of resistance until you strip her shirt off, and find she hasn't put a bra on yet this morning. She half-heartedly covers up her breasts with her hands and chews her lip. Her hips are still shifting automatically back and forth against the hard erection tenting out your pajamas, but she doesn't like how fast this is going. You're pretty confident she's never gone this far before with the boyfriend.

"Christopher, this isn't right. I have a boyfriend..."

You look down at her and smile. This is going to take just a little finesse. "He's not here. You live with me, right? You want to be mine, I want to be yours."

She's practically mewling as you continue to stimulate her entrance definitely and her clit probably. "But even then, we're not married."

"We could be, though. Just between us." You're thinking fast. You think you read this in a book, but mostly you're confident she'll go along with it. You lean down so your chest is pressed against her breast, lick her ear, and whisper into it. "We can't do it legally without some paperwork, but we can do it just between us, and our deities..." you hope she didn't catch the implication there. "Be my wife. I'll be your husband. Just say you take me to be your husband."

You lock your mouth over her nipple and lick it hard. She jolts, and squeaks, "Chris! Oh..." You're not a virgin, you know what to do to make her feel good. And the spell feels stronger than her protests. Her breasts are large, and surprisingly firm. You practically bury your face in them as you start to tease her pants lower down her hips and out of the way.

"Chris! Ohhh....this feels really right-" She has her hands on your shoulders, and she's digging her nails in but not pushing you away. She isn't remotely shaven, of course. She's not sexually active, and it's not obvious that's the aesthetic she would go for even if she was. This time, when you put your pajama-clad cock back at her entrance, her fluids soak hot and wet through the fabric immediately. It's not as good as you know being inside her will be, but it's a preview, and you enjoy it. You go back to grinding against her, using the flannel-clad underside of your cock to slide up and down her clit. "I know. It is really right, Lisa. We've both wanted this. I love you so much. You're so beautiful, and you have a good heart. Please, tell me you'll take me as your husband, and we can become one right now."

You've done this before. Well, not this, but the physical part. She gasps and shudders and grinds back against you. Now that you've stopped taking her clothes off and given her an excuse, she's stopped any sign of resistance. You kiss her neck, nibble her ear, rub her breasts and stroke every inch of her skin within reach. She's what some people would call thick, or thicc - you think she's perfect. None of her body sags, but every part of her jiggles just a little bit when you shove yourself against her.

Despite the distractions of your mouth on her neck, which she seems to enjoy immensely, definitely reacts when you pull your cock out of your excitingly damp pajamas. She's really drooling down there. "Chris-" she starts to say something, and then gasps as she feels your cock bare against her smooth inner thigh. She looks hopefully up at you, and you're already probing her entrance with your fingers, and then sliding one in. "Christoper, darling, I love you. I want you to be my husband. I want to be your wife." She spreads her thighs as far apart as the couch allows, and leans back, suddenly relaxed and ready. "Come here. Go ahead. I'm yours now."

"Oooohhhh..." She arches her back as your thumb brushes her clit. You haven't been a warlock for long, but you've gotten into a girl's panties before. You have a basic idea of what to do down there.

"Thank you. I love you. You're such a good girl, I'm glad and honored you saved yourself for me."

She leans back and closes her eyes with a smile, ready to consummate what she is definitely convinced is her marriage.

You lean down and place your mouth next to her ear. Her whole body is welcoming you, and your cock naturally springs into place between her soaking labia. Your cockhead very naturally sits in the empty seat of her opening. She gasps. You think she's crying, either from the sensation, or from joy at being married.

Other than the tightness of her pussy, there's no resistance as you enter her. Your words hit her with supernatural ****. Her normal psychological defenses are stripped away, the same way you slid away the clothing defending her pussy from your questing erection. From the spasms and tears, you're pretty sure she's sobbing and cumming at the same time. That fast. Either the Charm spell does a lot of work, or she's been desperately frustrated for a while. You think it's probably both.

You pump away inside her, and she's wonderfully tight. Her pussy grips and strokes you like she's been doing kegels for years. Such a tiny passage hidden in an otherwise generous figure. "You don't masturbate, do you? You've needed this so bad, for so long, haven't you? Just let go. You can cum for your husband. This is all so right. It's just what's meant to happen"

"Yes! Cumming!" She wraps her arms tightly around you, kisses you, and then cums again immediately. If you can call it that. You think she's probably cumming more like continuously. "Oh, your cock is so perfect. It's filling me up, exactly like it was made for me." The expression in her voice is pure fulfilled bliss. The youth pastors really did a number on this girl.

"Yes, we're perfect together." You push all the way into her, throbbing, trying to fill her up as much possible. You grind yourself against her. You think feeding into her beliefs is probably the best way forward. "You're giving me the best gift a new bride can give her husband."

The next several minutes of fucking are an incredible relief after a months-long dry spell. She's an enthusiastic learner, and after a few minutes you would never have guessed she was a virgin. She orgasms frequently, and you aren't sure if it's the frustration or the magic. You think you're good, but not that good. You eventually have to pin her hands above her head because she keeps digging her nails painfully into your shoulder. You eventually realize you have to decide where to cum.

Cumming inside her will feel slightly better than pulling out, and this isn't exactly consensual anyway. You decide to give her a choice, though. Just for the hell of it

You lean down and whisper in her ear again, her breath as hot against your shoulder as yours is against her neck. "I'm going to cum soon. Do you want me to pull out." Her legs spring apart, giving you even more access, and then wrap tightly around your waist, even as she sobs quietly, "I can't get pregnant yet, school is too important. But it's our first time together, so I want to go all the way, I want you to have everything...I can take Plan B." She strokes your hair tenderly, finally having run out of orgasms of her own. She looks deep into your eyes. "It's okay, beloved. Just let go. Enjoy it. Enjoy me, and us, together."

Just as a vast quantity of semen begins pouring from you in a continuous gout, you realize she probably would start a family rather than get an abortion, if the Plan B doesn't take. You continue throbbing inside her with a few aftershock pumps for several minutes afterwards. She lays beneath you, stunned, and you can feel the spell solidifying into a particular shape - you're her husband now, and the beliefs and feelings that you've formed are going to be fairly resilient. You won't have quite the same powers of suggestion that you did over her up until now, but you won't have to keep renewing it, either.

When you pull out, she lays there, and pulls you down next to her to rest your head on her breasts. She has to be absolutely flooded with endorphins right now.

Also, you just married her. Sort of. You...actually aren't sure if your goddess cares or if, for all you know, you just entered into some kind of enforceable compact. You DID sort of invoke her. Kind of.

Well, shit.