Her heart raced as they were led to their room; it felt like everything was happening so fast and she hadn't had time to process any of it. As the door closed behind them, she found herself pressed against his chest, her cheek buried in the crook of his neck.

"I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do," she whispered shakily, clinging to him for support. "This is all so new and scary."

Her breath caught in her throat as his lips brushed against hers. She trembled beneath his touch, unable to resist the pull she felt towards him. With a soft moan, she parted her lips, allowing him access to her mouth. His tongue danced with hers, and she clung tighter to him, their bodies pressed together in an intimacy that made her heart race even faster.

As he deepened the kiss, she felt herself melting against him;

Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt herself losing control, the pleasure overwhelming everything else. "Yes..." she moaned, her voice barely audible above the sounds of their bodies colliding. "I like it when you're... rough with me." Her hips bucked against his, meeting each thrust with equal force as she neared her climax.

"Oh... God..." she cried out, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt the last vestiges of tension leave her body, leaving her limp and satisfied beneath him. "Mmm... Yes," she panted hoarsely, her eyes still closed. "That was... perfect." A small smile curved her lips upward as she ran one hand through his sweaty hair, enjoying the closeness they shared in this moment despite everything else.

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."