Cecilia takes over. (Or does she?)

Cecilia grabbed Myria's bobbing head and pulled the rogue off of Tarquin's cock. Her companion squealed in protest, but Cecilia's grasp was firm. She held Myria by the shoulders and said, "Myria, listen, we have to figure out what's down there. It could be a source of... a source... um... ohh..."

Cecilia realized then that Tarquin's cock was still jutting out beside them, glistening with Myria's saliva. The glow's warmth still flooded Cecilia's body, and at the sight of the man's shaft--the first she'd ever seen in the flesh--she started to think... impure thoughts.

Before she even realized it, the blonde paladin was reaching out a hand to stroke the wizard's penis. It twitched a little at her tough.

"I... I've never seen one," Cecilia said, suddenly meek.

"Myria," Tarquin said, "You wanted to see me cut loose? I've never felt the glow's effects so strongly before. I... I can't keep control."

"What are you saying?" Myria asked.

"I'm going to fuck your friend," Tarquin said. Cecilia's vagina trembled at the thought. She realized that she wanted it. Whatever the glow was doing was overriding her senses. Her womanhood was throbbing, her mind was clouded with lust. She stood, and kissed the wizard, pushing him back to the wall as she fondled at his cock.