By the time your spell wears off, the girl is trussed up like a turkey for baking and breathing as if she'd just run a marathon.<br/><br/>"Go...go...gods..." She pants, glaring at you as she weakly struggles at her bonds. "S...eriously. What are you?"<br/><br/>She tries to sit up, but can't... tries to roll over, and gets about halfway. When she does, though, you can see the dark, wet mark that her unending orgasm left behind on the cave floor.<br/><br/>"Damn you..."