Jack lounged against Jill's enchanted oak doorframe, that familiar smirk playing on his lips. "So, childhood partner-in-crime, you drag me from potion lab to your tower lair for what? Another lecture on why my levitation spells always flop?"
Jill crossed her arms, her robe clinging to curves sharpened by years of spell-slinging. She was no damsel—sharp-tongued, top of her class, and done waiting. "Flop? Please. Your ego's the only thing inflating around here. I brewed something special. A 'bond enhancer.' Drink with me, or admit you're scared of a little magic between friends."
"Friends?" Jack arched a brow, stepping inside as the door sealed with a flick of her wrist. "We've danced around this since we were kids swapping frog eyes. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're finally admitting those stares in Advanced Charms aren't about my wand technique."
"Witty as ever," she shot back, pouring the shimmering pink liquid into two goblets. "Bottoms up. It's harmless—unless your 'technique' needs the boost."
They clinked and drank. Nothing. Then heat bloomed. Jack's cock twitched, hardening fast, stretching longer, thicker, until it strained like a broomstick against his robes. "What the—Jill, my cock's gone rogue! It's... broom-length hard?"
Jill gasped, her pussy throbbing, deepening with wet heat, dripping down her thighs. "Fuck, my pussy's... endless. You horny bastard, this was supposed to spark romance, not turn us into magical freaks!"
Sweating, panting, Jack grinned through the rush. "Romance? Your ass looks ready to ride this new wand. Horny much?"
"Stronger than your spells," she purred, shedding her robe, pushing him back. "Let's test depths—my turn to lead." Her hand wrapped his elongated cock as magic ignited, leading to explosive union.
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