Turning his eyes back to Lyradil the mage couldn't help but smile. The way she weakly struggled was endearing in its own way and every movement, every protest just seemed to move her body in the most arousing of ways. After taking a moment to enjoy the sight Landon pulled the dress off the elf's head and tossed it aside in one deft action. He gave her shapely ass another slap before his hands grabbed hold of her. As he laid down on the grass he pulled her with him, forcing Lyradil to straddle his lap. There his shaft pressed hotly against her pussy's lips; grinding against her as he adjusted his position.<br/><br/>Curiously the grass beneath him felt as soft as silken sheets; in fact the necromancer felt no discomfort whatsoever. Was it the effects of the shrine perhaps? Was the temple itself conspiring to encourage lustful deeds to those who dared enter it? It certainly seemed possible.<br/><br/>Meanwhile Ross hastily removed his own robe. Hanging it up on a nearby branch he turned towards the pair and took a step forward. He moved one hand down Lyradil's collarbone before settling gently on her breast, squeezing lightly as he moved the heavy orb in a slow circular pattern. He leaned his hips forward as he did so; the underside of his own shaft pressing against elf's cheek. With his cock still pressed against her his other hand moved to hold her chin, forcing her to slowly turn towards him. As her soft lips slid across his erection he let of a pleasured sigh before pulling his hips back slightly and adjusting his shaft's position. He leaned forward again; the tip of his hardness pressing against her lips as if urging her to take him inside her mouth.<br/><br/>Below Landon put his hands on the woman's hips, lifting her slightly as he pressed his own thick cock against her dripping slit.