Confront Myria

Myria kept staring slyly at Cecilia. The lithe duelist dipped a finger into her dripping slit and pulled a trail of Tarquin's semen out. Myria raised it to her lips and licked her finger clean.

"Hi Cecilia," Myria said. Her cheeks were still flush from her orgasm. "Want a taste?" Myria giggled.

"You... you..." Cecilia stammered, still in shock. "You slut!"

"Hey, don't judge!" Myria said with mock offense in her voice. "There's so much bad dick in this dungeon, you gotta get the good dick where you can."

"Mmm," Tarquin sighed. "I am glad to be considered 'good dick.'"

"You can't just fuck the first man you meet down here!" Cecilia said.

"Why not?" Myria asked. "I just did!" The duelist stood up on slightly wobbly legs and approached the paladin.

"It's... it's... it's..."

"Impure? Unchaste?" Myria said. "Cecilia, we already know I'm both of those things. So the real question is, are you really angry at me for just being myself?" Myria was face-to-face with Cecilia now. "Or are you just jealous?"

"Jealous?" Cecilia said, aghast.

"Yeah! Jealous! Because I get dick and you never have."

"I'm not jealous of your... of your..." Cecilia stammered.

"Fun?" Myria guessed. "Pleasure? Self-indulgence? Maybe you should try it some time, Miss Prude, you might like the feeling of a good cock inside you." Myria huffed. "If any man could ever pry open those iron-clad legs."

"How dare you?" Cecilia said, practically a growl.