<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>For a few moments, Lyradil just shivered, gradually coming down from her haze of pleasure.  She blinked, confusing gradually filing her big blue eyes.  The excitement, the arousal she'd felt from such an act... how much of that was the amulet, and how much was her?<br/><br/>"Oh!"  Lyradil gasped in surprise as she is suddenly pulled off-balance, stumbling, her hips swaying as she is forced to walk in the unfamiliar heels.  She gasped again as Landon suddenly pulled her against him, her body tight against his.  She blinked in surprise, her lips softly parted.  Her generous breasts squished against his chest, the feel of him tangible against her sensitive nipples.  And then, the feeling of his hard shaft against her taut stomach... she moaned as he suddenly slapped her curving backside, the flesh quivering under his open palm.  It seemed to be a reminder of how helpless she was to resist him.<br/><br/>Lyradil stuttered, trying to answer, but she had no time.  A muffled squawk of protest came as he suddenly pulled her dress up, the thin fabric coming up over her head.  As little as it covered, she could feel her whole body exposed.  It seemed as though the transformed dress did not include panties; Lyradil could feel the exposure not just on her shapely ivory thighs, and curving hips, but on her tightly rounded rear, and her soft pink slit.  Desperately, she squirmed, but her hands were caught up, lifting her fine breasts.  Her twisting and turning only served to further emphasize the graceful way she moved, and the feminine curves of her exposed body.<br/><br/>The second voice made her freeze, her struggles ceasing.  Lyradil trembled gently, her nude body visibly shaking just a little.<em>I'm helpless.  They can do whatever they want with me.</em>The dismay was... again, not quite as strong as she expected, countered by a small thrill deep within her.