As he asked for permission, I couldn't help but feel conflicted again. Part of me wanted to say no and keep our little secret safe, while another part was curious about what it would be like to experience his seed deep inside me. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sounds of their lovemaking. "You may shoot in her."

Mia's eyes widened in surprise but she didn't protest, trusting that this was part of whatever game or ritual they were playing together.

My breath caught as I felt him thrust deeper inside Mia, the weight of his release pressing against my womb as he emptied himself into her. Even though it wasn't me who was being filled by his seed, a part of me couldn't help but feel satisfied in that moment. As their lovemaking came to an end, I leaned down and gently kissed Mia on the forehead, my fingers tracing circles over her still-flushed cheek.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?"

Pretending to be offended, Amelia pulled back slightly, pouting prettily. "Why, darling," she purred, running a finger down his chest, "you're finally noticing me." She leaned forward again and kissed him even more roughly than before, her tongue dancing around his lips as she ground her hips against him.

Her husband moaned loudly into the kiss, arching his back off the bed as she continued to ride him. The potion was wearing off, but not quite fast enough.

The potion was almost gone now; she could feel herself starting to shift back into her true form. With one last, desperate thrust, she cried out as the magic took hold once more and restored her elven features. Her husband's eyes went wide with shock and disbelief.

She leaned down, brushing a lock of hair from his face. "Well, darling," she whispered, her voice softening slightly, "I just wanted to see what it was like...to be free."