Sheraile sighs at her lover's pleas... she seems to want it so badly. And if she wants it that badly, who is the witch to disagree?<br/><br/>"Hmm... fine. I'll fill you up with seed... but you're going to have to wind me back up once I'm done if you want to go again." She chuckles a bit at that, and steps back...<em>sloooowly</em>pulling her cock free of her lover's ass, until only the head rests inside the big woman's lovely ring-piece. "Now then... spread wide for me love."<br/><br/>With a feral grin, the witch woman wraps her hand around her shaft... and channels another wave of vibrating energy directly into her sex, causing the flesh to vibrate like the ground beneath a stampede. It's a strange feeling... but she casts another cantrip to mute her own perceptions of it, so that her lover will get the full effect.<br/><br/>And as simply as that, she's ready to go again... and she buries herself instantly, hips smacking against her lover's thighs and high-heeled boots scraping against the ground as she goes. This time, there's no delaying... no holding back. Just thrust after hard thrust, feeling her lover's body stretching wide to accept her... fingers digging into Aquila's taut muscles... and finally, breath coming out in short, exultant gasps as her body crests that peak, and her sex begins to pump rope after rope of thick, heavy cum deep into her lover's bowels. It's more than any human would naturally produce, she knows that... but each twitch just makes things better for both of them, and by the time she's done Sheraile can feel the heat of her own cum welling up all around her shaft.<br/><br/>"HMm...." With a happy groan, the witch woman rocks back on her heels... and her cock audibly<em>pops</em>free of her lover's ass. "And how do we feel now, love?"