Myria forces the issue.

"How dare you," Cecilia snarled at Myria.

"How dare I?" Myria said. "This is how I dare!"

Myria reached into her belt pouch, discarded on the floor, and withdrew a tiny pointed object. She flicked her wrist out and the small dart flew into Cecilia's arm, embedding in the paladin's hard muscle just above her elbow.

Cecilia felt the rush of warmth from the pinprick and knew instantly what it was. Myria had struck her with a toad's barb.

"How did you..." Cecilia said before her head started to feel... funny. The warmth in her nether regions amplified, and her womanhood throbbed beneath her nightslip. "Ohhhh... Myria, what have you done?"

"I decided it would be a good idea to hold on to a toad's venom," Myria said. "In case Dew wanted to study it or... whatever."

"Oh gods," Cecilia said. Her thoughts were clouding over with a haze of arousal. She'd felt desire before, of course, she was only human. But she was trained to resist such urges. Urges like the ones she felt looking upon Tarquin's nude form, still lying back in the chair. Urges like the ones she felt even looking upon Myria's body, at her friend's lithe arms and legs, small, pert breasts, and at Tarquin's seed still dripping from her lower lips...

Before she could stop herself, she threw herself at Myria, grasping the sides of her friend's face and pulling her lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

"Gods, Myria, I want to feel it," Cecilia moaned, "I want to feel the way you do."

"I can't help you with that," Myria whispered. "But he can." She turned Cecilia towards Tarquin, who sat forward in the chair, cock stiff again at the sight before him.

Myria tugged at the strings of Cecilia's nightslip. The garment fell away, revealing the blonde paladin's shapely form in the dim light of the cave. Myria gave her friend a gentle push towards the wizard and his erection.

"You got this, Cece," Myria said. "I'll be here every step of the way."