<i>One cannot be blamed. Her touch stirred a passion in me. I did not force her to drink. She acts on her own, deeper, instinct.</i><br/><br/>Again the dark voice rasped through their minds. The Dreadsteed's deep thudding steps took the beast ever closer to the pair. It's rigid shaft swung like a pendulum between it's legs, it's obvious weight and length was even more threatening close up and in focus. The stallion stopped, its overwhelming shadow looming over Jessica's writhing body. Her attention, however was else where, like a child try to shed her clothes she fumbled with panicked fingers at clasp and chain. Her armor coming away in pieces and half parts, until she had loosened it enough to slid a hand between her thighs to the wet warmth that waited so eagerly for her finger tips.<br/><br/>A soft, relaxing sigh, spilled from her lips and she clenched her eyes tight, her head falling back in ecstasy as if she was a dope fiend who had just had a fresh hit of opium. Her back arched hard, her chest was pressed forward causing her breasts to strain painfully against her armor. "By the Ashbringer, I can't..." Her breath caught in her throat in a series of sharp inhales, holding it for a moment her features scrunched in concentration as she struggled to work her fingers between the confines or her armor, "I can't help myself. Nelwyn, please help me. Help me get this armor off."<br/><br/>"Jessica, I -" Nelwyn's voice trailed off in uncertainty. Was this a spell? If so could it be dispelled? Was it a result of her tasting the demon? If it was there would be little she could do in the desert. A potion would have to be brewed to counter act the effects. Even then, was a potion like that even in existence?<br/><br/>With a slow pull, Jessica's hand slid from beneath her clothing, her fingers coming away wet with a twinkling sheen under the suns blaze. Without hesitation she slid past her dry pink lips, savoring the taste, her eyes still closed, the tears having drawn clean lines through the dirt on her cheeks.<br/><br/><i>If you want more Paladin</i><br/><br/>Jessica's eyes opened dimly at the sound of the demons voice. It was then she finally noticed it standing over her. Between stallion's muscled legs the shape of it's horse cock began to pulse and the surrounding tendrils that were wound around it's shaft began to move, like an opening flower, the thick tendrils slowly spiraled open. Each tentacle peeled back to the base, bringing with them strands of dripping precum that rolled in thick beads down to the dreadsteeds apple sized tip. The precum oozed down to the sand in one long syrup like strand.<br/><br/>Nelwyn's eyes widened at the sight and for a moment she felt something deep within her ache but it was subtle and the urge was easily dismissed. Jessica, however, was quite the opposite whatever ache Nelwyn felt was too intense for the Paladin to resist and with dedicated lust she reached out to the massive unveiled cock. It was warm, hot and slimy to the touch even, her finger tips slid easily over the thick tip, her palms following suit as she cupping it in both. It was heavy. Her shoulders strained as she tested its weight and the shaft bent in the middle. Jessica's mind spun, she shook her head in disbelief and several strands of blonde, sun kissed hair, fell before her eyes, even at this size it was still flaccid?<br/><br/>It didn't matter what size it would become. She wanted to taste the sweet honey that had graced her lips from before and nothing was going to stop her. She wanted it all.<br/><br/>"Jessica, NO!" Nelwyn shouted in protest. Pushing herself up from her back she moved to grab her friends shoulder.<br/><br/><i>Enough. You resist the inevitable Nelwyn.</i><br/><br/>Beneath the priestess the sand began to ripple and move. Something, or many things were circling her from beneath the sand.<br/><br/>The Dreadsteed's ember eyes burned.<i>Join us.</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>