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."