Your conjured cock

Your flushed face holds slack in anticipation as the Red Witch moves in above, throwing one long leg over you to kneel above your stiff-standing stick of magically-materialized phallus. You feel it twitch, still tender from her mouth, as a soft sigh accompanies her wiggling descent, hot vulva swallowing its tip.

"Now, to relieve you of your virginity the right way," she says, and simultaneous moans fill the heady air as she sinks upon your girl-cock. The effects of the potion swim through your head to enhance the pleasure burning between your legs. Her hips begin to gyrate, stirring it further, drawing out deeper moans and setting new nerves ablaze with passion.

Your lips hang open with panting breaths, and you start to buck gently beneath the Red Witch, whose eyes affix to yours in intimate intensity. Her bosom bounces more and more with her efforts, heavy thighs landing upon your hips in a slick rhythm. Her fingertips lay on your stomach, pressing with delicate steadiness, as she reaches back to lean her other hand on your tensed thigh.

The bed begins to squeak as her rhythm gains in passion, sultry voice singing with moans. You reach your hands to her own thighs, holding on as her bouncing brings you to the heights of ecstasy once again. You grunt and thrust, instinctual in your reciprocation with this new tool, eager to use it to please her.

"Ooh, oh my..." she coos, breath hitching in her hectic undulations. You feel the tips of her nails in her grasp upon your slippery flesh, the warmth bearding down and around your sex. She arches back, pussy squeezing your girl-cock as she sinks it all the way in. Then she spasms atop you, eyes rolling through the tension of a burning climax. Her warm wetness is a vice, drawing out a **** cry of your own as you're pulled toward the edge with her.

You jerk underneath as you pump yourself into her, magic member driving what spell-summoned semen you seem to have inside the Red Witch's womb. She gasps in the throes of elation, voice slipping out in small sighs. You release a shuddering moan of your own through your orgasm, popping your hips off the bed with one final thrust as the tension begins to ebb, and flow out with your cum, throbbing, pulsing...

The Red Witch sinks back further, panting along the way, sliding her moist depths from the length of girl-cock trailing messily in its wake. "Well done..." she drawls, smiling in satisfaction as she gazes across your glistening form. Your satisfaction is doubled by hers, glad to have been of service to the witch.

As your conjured cock dwindles along with your energy, you drift into a contented slumber, thoughts fuzzy in the afterglow. When you wake up you're in your own bed, unable to recall the events of Halloween night, with no reminder but for the vague scent of a mysterious potion in your head.