It continues...

Mira's eyes were locked on the sight before her, her ears filled with the sounds. Silar's low groanings, Ander's soft slaps as he fondled his own cock, and the rhythmic smacking of Sir Paulus's hips, his balls gently bouncing againsther pert ass.

Her eyes strayed downwards, down to where Sir Anders was gently fisting his hardening shaft, the soft wet music of his sucking filling the air. Moving almost hypnotically she leaned down, angling herself slightly so she could take the delightful cock into her mouth.

Anders groaned joyously as she did so, his hand moving to gently stroke her hair. She in turn smiled, and then squealed as Sir Paulus's hips smacked faster and faster against hers, she felt something wonderful, something amazing building within her. She was all but screaming in delight of it!

Abruptly there was a grunt from above, and then a low oath. The hands gripping Andus's hair tightened, Sir Silas let out a low groan and then a shout as he spilt his essence into the younger Paladin's mouth. He panted and took a step back, shuddering. Mira glanced up to him, she wondered distractedly if this mean that his mind was now freed of the strange spell.

She was sorely dissapointed.

For, no sooner had it begun to wilt, than Silas's cockstem began to rise once more, returning to it's full, glorious state. The older paladin had an almost ferel look in his eyes as he reguarded the sight before him. Sir Paulis pounding into Mira's Pussy, sir Anders enjoying her mouth, and both the other men looking rather appealing in their own right.

Mira wondered what he was to do and how much longer would this torrid (Yet also delightful) orgy continue? She felt her own climax build and build, yet it had not overtaken her. Was some magic holding her back?