[AnnonBee: It is a fantasy novel, so don’t worry about how an aphrodisiac really works. ]

"Get up, Fern." Hilda tried to scream, but the muscles around her throat were still recovering from the intense reconstruction caused by the golden marrow fruit. 

As a result, even if her voice could be heard, it was nowhere near loud enough to wake Fern up.

Hilda instantly knew Fern had consumed the aphrodisiac once more. Her body was naturally under the control of her carnal desire. It was also entertaining in some ways. She couldn't take Hilda's clothes off because she wasn't in her right mind.

Or so Hilda thought. As Fern rubbed her wet crotch on Hilda's, Hilda could feel the clothes covering her crotch getting wet. Fern wasn't able to satisfy the fire burning inside her nether. But it didn’t stop her from rubbing.

When Hilda’s eyes were glued to jiggling soft breast, Fern made her move. She yanked Hilda's dress, exposing her (H) not-so-large breast. 

Before Hilda could figure out where Fern got so much power, she (F) moved in closer, grabbed her (H) cheek, and kissed her.

It would be more accurate to say she (F) was almost chewing Hilda's lips rather than kissing her. And she was too engrossed to notice.

Fern pushed her body against Hilda as if she were trying to put her body into Hilda while Hilda tried to get free from Fern's (F) grip. Fern rubbed her stiff nipples against her, stiffening Hilda's nipples.

It would be inaccurate to say that Hilda despised the softness that sparked her (H) lust. Naturally, blood began to flow through the muscle hidden within her penile sheath.

It wasn't just her meat stick; other parts of her body had begun to regain their independence as well. Hilda gripped Fern's thick thighs as soon as she could move her fingers again. However, she hadn’t recovered enough energy to push Fern off her.

Fern had no intention of stopping without a fight. She moved down Hilda's (H) body, biting everything she could get her lips on after releasing her already puffy lips.

Fern didn't hesitate to bite, whether it was Hilda's not-so-soft breast or her (H) well-tanned abs. Hilda was stung all over her body at one point. She couldn't help but wonder if Fern was awake and biting her for vengeance.

No matter what, all Hilda could do was lie down as Fern tore her (H) clothes off. As soon as she did, her pink dragon escaped its captivity. The pink shaft protruded proudly from Hilda's crotch as she lay down on her back.

However, Hilda wasn’t in any position to praise her proud tower. Hilda was worried that Fern would sink her teeth into her (H) hyper-sensitive pink meat shaft without hesitation.

Hilda sighed in relief only when Fern sat back up and rubbed her wet crack against the pink meat stick. Fern's conscious movement soon lubricated her shaft.

Hilda was too aroused to stop at this point. She could move her hand again, but there was no intent. 

Fern's thick thigh was now firmly grasped by the hand that had been attempting to push her away a moment ago. As if she had no intention of letting Fern flee.

Even if Fern awoke at the next moment and wanted to stop, Hilda had no intention of doing so. Fortunately for her, Fern's movement was too fast to slow down any time soon.

No matter how aggressively Fern rubbed her wet pussy against Hilda's shaft, she couldn't get it inside her. And without a clear mind, all of her efforts were in vain.

In the end, Hilda had to push Fern away and align the pointy tip of her dick with Fern's entrance. The lubricated meat pierced Fern's (F) overflowing love canal the next time she tried to move her waist.

Unlike other women who would always grasp in pain or pleasure when they first swallowed Hilda's wand, Fern didn't utter a single groan. 

The only thing that had changed was her smile. It appeared foolish enough to convince others that her brain had melted away.

Yet her waist didn’t stop rocking. Instead of slowing down, her pace was quickening with each breath. It wasn't the first time someone had ridden Hilda. However, Fern was much rougher than Rhea, who was careful not to hurt Hilda.

Fern's movements were so rapid that her love juice foamed. After being mishandled by Fern, Hilda realized why her waist was sore this morning.

Hilda had no intention of taking an insult while lying down. She raised her torso and wrapped her arms around Fern. Fern didn't try to break free from Hilda's embrace, nor did she stop moving her waist.

Hilda rolled onto the bed and immediately placed Fern on it. Fern didn't stop even at this point. Hilda's meat shaft, however, escaped her pussy's grasp as she attempted to move.

Although Hilda's body had recovered somewhat, there were still signs of weakness. Hilda supported her body with both hands.

Frustrated, Fern threw her limbs around Hilda, wrapping around her like an octopus. Hilda, understandably, couldn't bear the weight and collapsed onto the bed. With expert movement, Fern attempted to roll to get on top again.

Hilda couldn't simply let her do whatever she pleased. So, they fought on the bed like children in the mud.

Hilda was the only one whose mind was clear, even if Fern was moving instinctively and gaining power from who knows where. And as her strength returned, there was little Fern could do to challenge Hilda's dominance.

Hilda pushed Fern onto the bed and used one of her (H) hands to grab both of her (F) hands above her (F) head. Hilda grabbed her (F) chin with her (H) right hand, causing her (F) eyes to turn towards her.

Fern's eyes were hazy as if she had been drugged. Unlike the skilled Hilda, Fern was a pampered noblewoman with no formal training.

Even if Hilda had warned her, it was difficult for a spoiled princess to spend the night hungry. Then there was the aphrodisiac fragrance she detected the night before.

'It looks like he had made sure that we would do it.' Hilda reasoned, looking at Fern, who was still struggling beneath her. Hilda couldn't stop herself when she saw the spicy treat beneath her.

"Remember, I'm not trying to force myself on you," Hilda said. Although Hilda knew Fern couldn't understand what she was saying, she continued, "I'm doing it to relieve the pain you're going through. If you want me to stop right now, you should tell me."

It would be an understatement to say Hilda did not want to have sexual relations with Fern. She had been trying her hardest not to jump on her.

However, Hilda had always disliked being told what to do. Above all, it came from a man who pretended to be doing something great by organizing it.

But at this point, all of her hatred and resistance were meaningless to her. She'd hesitated for far too long. She mumbled a few more hypocritical words before bending down and kissing Fern's slightly cracked lips.

It may be because she was running around naked in the dead of the winter night. But neither she nor Hilda had given it any thought. Their tongues became entangled as Hilda's other hand grabbed the E-cup melon.

Hilda felt her palm being sucked into the softness as she squeezed harder. Fern's breast was far more elastic than Fiona's, whose F-cup had only recently begun to sag under its weight.

It had the perfect amount of squishiness to give a man the ultimate pleasure when he was squeezed between these titties. Hilda couldn't help but be intrigued.

However, the owner of these assets was not calm enough to provide the service. On the other hand, Fern was far too eager to swallow Hilda’s member. Fern continued to raise her waist to rub against Hilda's stiff cock while her hand was still in Hilda's grip.

Hilda could only sigh as she began to position her member at the proper angle in response to her actions. Hilda spread Fern's legs apart with her knees. As soon as she spread her legs wide enough, Fern wrapped her leg around Hilda's waist.

Hilda eventually realized that nothing would happen unless she took charge of the situation. Hilda first let go of Fern's hands before unwrapping her (F) legs from around her (H) waist.

Before Fern could jump on her, Hilda grabbed her (F) ankle and pressed her legs against Fern’s breast. Fern's struggle intensified as her knees squeezed her pulpy burst.

Hilda, on the other hand, had complete control of this position. The only thing in front of Hilda was Fern’s wet pussy as she pressed Fern's knees against her (F) soft mounds.

To say it was simply 'wet' would be an understatement. Fern’s love juice was already glistening along Fern's thick thigh, and there was a larger patch of a wet mark on the bedsheet.

Hilda felt she had lost almost all of her reasoning at this point. She pushed the entire length into her as if it were the first time, unconcerned about Fern's feelings.

The only thing resonating in the room as her thigh slapped sloppily against Fern's ass was Fern's loud moaning. Fern was relishing every millimeter of Hilda's hard, thick cock inside her wet pussy.

Even though none of their brains remembered the previous night's grueling tortures, Fern's body did.

And it was her vagina who knew the most about it. It had yet to recover from the previous night's torture when it was stirred by the same shaft once more.

Fern would have felt the throbbing sensation from the pussy to her womb if she had been in her right mind. It was like Hilda's meat shaft was ripping her apart.

But she wasn't, and the stinging pain was the sweetest sensation she craved. No matter what, she didn’t want Hilda to stop at all.

Hilda, on the other hand, had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. With each thrust, she was like a man on a mission, attempting to reach the deepest corner of Fern's vagina.

Hilda was able to invade through Fern's cervix and poke on the wall of Fern's uterus from this position. And every time she pulled it out, the thick dick tried to pull the walls out of her hole.

Nobody noticed the painful pleasure they were experiencing because they were both in a trance. Their uncontrollable moan was only evidence of their strenuous exercise.

If Hilda had been awake, she would have noticed that the aroma she detected in Fern's room had almost completely taken over her own. Alas! She wasn't.

She had only one mission at this point, and that was to plant her seed deep within her woman. Several weeks would pass before Fern would realize how effective Hilda’s action was.