With too much blood pushing through the cock and not enough in 'El Brain-o,' Xander misses his chance to act. His trademark grimace and burpings of "uh... ah..." (with a raised finger) barely interrupt the proceedings.
Tara dashes mystery powder over her set-up and announces, "O pbo nemo els stabo clemo!" The room stuns all with a spiritual blast not unlike staring into a jet engine taking a hit off a monster joint. A 'whoosh' of particular magical decompression follows, as dissipating tentacles dart around the room, flexing to undo whatever controlling forces they were summoned to take apart. Tara and Willow stand by calmly, any magical spectacle routine as always but still worth admiring, while Xander spastically tries to climb up on top of himself to avoid the spell.
The tendrils slowly spiral around Xander and purse and pucker his form (much like how he was hoping Willow's pouting lips would beg and suckle against his member right about now) -- then a resounding occultish "THUD-pow" with the spirits violently spraying away from him (reference above, except a minute later, as, how when he pulled out "g-g-g-gah"-ing, his cum would dash against Willow's widow's peak, like foamy waves against a cliff). The room once again returns to relative normality.
Xander peeks out through his upraised middle and index fingers. "Eh?"
"Well," Willow smiles at Tara, "that was... great! No more controlling forces, controlling... er... forces!" (This last word punctuated with an enthusiastic smile and jump, of course).
"Yeah," Xander relaxes, a little miffed at the missed muff, "good thing I had this boner thing going, blocking the flow you know, otherwise I would've peed myself."
"Oh yeah!" Willow steps to Xander "speaking of boners--" her purple-painted fingernails glide subtly over Xander's denim cock-mound, while her mischievous smile turns to Tara. She leans back into Xander's confused expression, her butt joining her hand against a twitching cock reappraising the situation.
"Before, when we were walking up the stairs, Xander," Willow breathes, with a coy crackling in her voice, "you mentioned that you were in the mood for a sand-WITCH?"
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