Dew preps the wizard

Dew muttered an incantation and an blast of magical energy burst forth from her fingertips to strike Tarquin. The mage staggered back, grunting.

"You think I'd just stand by while this strapping wizard takes his pleasure with you? While Cecilia is deflowered?" Dew asked, an almost maniacal glint in her eyes. "I'll not be left out of such delights."

Tarquin's body glowed as his stamina-enhanching magic combined with Cecilia's spell. His cock bulged, rigid once again for the three eager women around him. He slumped back into his armchair erect and waiting.

"There," Dew said. "He'll be sure to last long enough to sate us now." She shrugged her mage robe off of her shoulders, discarding it on the floor and revealing her full hourglass figure. The nude elf strode confidently across the chamber to where the wizard and his erect cock waited.