Go right instead.

Cecilia rolled her eyes at Myria's slutty ways and went to back down the hall to the right, toward the mystery glow.

She found Dew standing in a mostly-empty chamber, but in the center of the room was a pit. That strange green glow was emanating from within the pit. The pit was lined with a ring of glyphs, and it looked like these arcane symbols were keeping the glow somewhat restrained.

"What is that?" Cecilia whispered. She took a few cautious steps toward the glow, and felt a warmth radiate through her body. It was... oh, Vermael, it was pleasurable...

"I'm not sure," Dew said. She was breathing heavily, her eyes transfixed on the pit. "But it goes deep."

Cecilia made it to the ring of symbols and stopped. She looked down, and indeed the pit went deeper than she could tell.

"Can you feel it?" Dew asked. Cecilia could. As she stood right next to the pit, that warmth became a burning desire that pulsed through her body with each heartbeat. Dew was sweating. How long had she been standing there?

"Are you alright?" Cecilia asked. The elf circled the pit to stand beside Cecilia.

"This pit holds something... powerful," Dew said. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were filled with lust. "Cecilia... Whatever is down there, creating that glow, making us feel so... so good... I want to know more... I want... I...."

That glow... Cecilia never felt so strong an urge before, but she wanted to... she wanted to do something. Something she'd never done before. When Dew kissed her, she melted into it.

"Myria is fucking Tarquin," the Paladin whispered against Dew's lips.

"I know," Dew said. She kissed Cecilia again. "I asked her to distract our host, in that way that Myria does."

Dew fumbled with Cecilia's undergarments. "Dew, I've never..."

"Shh..." Dew said. "We both need this."

Oh gods, the elf was right... Cecilia allowed Dew to pull her undershirt off, exposing her well-rounded breasts. Her nipples stiffened in the cave air, or perhaps it was this feeling of arousal, so new to the virginal Paladin. Dew let her own robes fall to the ground, and Cecilia took in the sight of her friend, her companion, naked before her. Dew's breasts were as shapely as her own, and the elf's hourglass figure drew Cecilia's gaze down to where Dew's fingers hooked around Cecilia's panties and pulled them down as well.

The two women, both naked now, embraced. They locked lips again and Dew pulled Cecilia down to the ground. The elf wrapped one leg up around Cecilia's waist, rubbing their tufted womanhoods together. Cecilia gasped at the feeling, her pleasure enhanced by the magic of the glow. They fondled each other's breasts and nipples, moaning softly at the pleasure it brought them.

Cecilia followed Dew's lead, and the two began to grind their pussies together in a steady rhythm. Cecilia had never felt these sensations before, and she was soon shaking, her whole body clenching in her first orgasm. Dew followed quickly, the elf's gasps signaling her own climax as they writhed together. But they didn't stop there. Dew's fingers plunged into Cecilia's virgin pussy, and Cecilia came again in an instant as Dew's thumb flicked across her clit. Cecilia kissed Dew deeply, tongues exploring, as she fumbled with the elf's vagina as well. Under Dew's guidance, Cecilia found the right spots to bring Dew into a second orgasm as well.

They rolled apart after and lay side by side, breathing heavily.

"What is the meaning of this?!" an angry voice shouted from the entrance.

Cecilia and Dew sat up sharply to see Tarquin standing before them, naked. Myria, also naked, followed behind, smiling in a just-fucked-silly sort of way.

"Sorry, girls," Myria said. "I kept him busy as long as I could. Glad you two had some fun though."