Myria helps her friend out

Myria made a snap decision as Celia writhed against her body.

"Dew!" Myria ordered, "Keep the beast down. Celia needs my help."

Dew gathered her strength and held herself over the prone Incubus. She readied a spell to knock the demon back down if he should arise again too soon.

"I need to cum, Myria," Celia said urgently, "I need to cum, make me cum, I need it so badly."

Myria kissed her friend. Tasting the Incubus's cum had a deeply arousing effect on the rogue. Even just touching it where Celia rubbed against her made her body flare with desire. So to say that Myria was resistant to the thought of helping Celia reach orgasm would be... inaccurate.

Myria guided Celia to the floor gently, then trailed kisses down her undulating body. She licked up some of the demonic sperm here and there, enjoying the intoxicating effects the sticky white substance had on her. She flicked her tongue across Celia's left nipple and the paladin shuddered violently.

Celia guided Myria's head down further, across her muscular belly and down between her thighs, where her golden-tufted womanhood waited eagerly. Myria pressed her face into Celia's dripping vagina and put her tongue to work in the virgin Paladin's slit.

Celia's legs thrashed and her hips bucked. Myria kept her focus, hands gripping Celia's ass tight, holding herself against her mound as she tongued the Paladin with all the skill she had.

"Fuck..." Celia gasped, and Myria thought it was so strange to hear the holy warrior swear. "Fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck!"

And then it struck--Celia cried out in the throes of her first true orgasm. Her whole body shook as the long-denied pleasure coursed through her. Not just from the Incubus's teasing, but from a lifetime of repressed urges.

Myria kept going, drawing out Celia's climax as long as possible, determined to help give her friend the best experience possible under the circumstances.

And then it was over. Celia's body relaxed completely and she let out a long, ragged sigh.

"Thank you, Myria," she whispered hoarsely. "I... I am ashamed that I was not strong."

"Celia," Myria said, "Your body remains unviolated. Your purity is stained but not gone. It will return, as will your strength."

"Ladies?" Dew said, nervous. The orbs were no longer giving off any electric charge. The demon was beginning to stir. "I think we need to move."