<strong>Lionel Porter<br/>Time; Afternoon, Day 1<br/>Location; Lionel’s Dormitory<br/>Tagged; Giselle, no-one else</strong><br/><br/>From the mere instances of slight pain came the long awaited valleys of pleasure that Lionel had flushed Giselle into so early on, now he'd finally join her in that plain of desire. She had orgasmed at least three times now, after 40 long years Lionel had helped her reach her climax time after time after long awaited time. He himself had yet to obtain a single climax on his own part but the amount of pleasure Giselle had given to him through both the more obvious things, such as her oral pleasing as well as her perfect figure, and the more discrete things that appealed to him, such as her fiery attitude and her playful nature. These, as well as the physical stimulation, had certainly influenced significantly to Lionel's overall arousal, yet he hadn't reached his climax. His strength, plowing into her tight waist with her legs bringing him closer, her hips bouncing onto his our waist to deepen his reach within Giselle's tight womb, was all amasing to an ultimate climax he was yet desperate to acheive, but his own will supressed it. It was as if he was holding back his primal instinct to be gentle with her. But, ultimately, Giselle had noted a significant portion to their antic which would certainly occur if he were to reach that climax, ejaculation followed by possible impregnation. To this Lionel merely chuckled: "Giselle, you needn't worry, now allow me to cast two final spells before I become more...primal..."<br/><br/>"Lady Zenithia, no child should be bore into a loveless life from a deed driven by lust, spare the pain of loveless rain. Block-bearing." Lionel chanted, upon which a small orb of light entered his body through his back, though impartial to Lionel's preformance still gently thrusting into Giselle's waist. "That should protect your womb...now for something more...kinkier." Lionel whispered into her ear, giving a cheeky grin to his partner before once agaiin chanting "Lady Zenithia, make our dreams reality as my final desire, come 'morrow I shall follow your call. Dream-morph." and from that chant a small orb of light entered Giselle's own chest, to suddenly cause some sort of transformation, her breasts glowing slightly before enlarging slowly, Lionel blushing at the sight, 'til they had swollen from their perky state to, well, they had enlarged to H-cups. Lionel chuckled a little as he said "We all have our guilty pleasures, and I'm a fan of larger breasts, though Zenithia has been quite generous. Go ahead, ask for your Dream-morph upon me, I don't mind; this is a fling after all, so we may as well try to please eachother as much as we can." before gently suckling upon her newly granted breasts, his tongue tasting her sweet nipples as he waited Giselle's wish on his expense, ready to enjoy it all.