The paladin's face turned crimson, his cheeks flush with embarrassment and pleasure. His cock twitched, sensitive to the touch. When she complimented him, he could not help but feel a swelling in his breast. Of pride, pleasure, shame- he couldn't tell. "I.. I've been naughty." He admitted. She liked it. He liked that she liked it... and their passions fueled one another. Though he was still bound, his will was eroding by the moment. He didn't want to be released from his bondage... should he be free, then his conscious told him that he should do everything in his power to resist- to break Thalya of her spell or to get out of there.. but he didn't<em> really</em>want to leave.<br/><br/>His stomach tumbled when she teased him about something even better. What could have been better? ...He already knew. Could he have had this the whole time? Again he thought of that possibility.. She was warm and wet and yielding, and it was the best thing he had ever felt. He looked her in the eyes, his own blue gaze innocent and desirous all at once. She seemed lucid enough... and loved him, besides.<br/><br/>Her breasts hung over him, and he felt a need to touch them. To kiss them, to hold them as he had longed to in the past. He had already felt them, of course, painted them in his seed... but not yet with his hands or mouth. It hardly mattered, not now when he felt her most intimate of parts. He remained in a state of arousal after his last orgasm, but for some reason his muscles would not so quickly bring him to his peak a second time. The refractory period, they were both learning, was in fact quite useful. It prolonged their coupling, his cock like a toy for her benefit. Not to say he was not enjoying it, either... he felt like he was on the brink of cumming again, like any second his body would once more seize, shooting his seed into the womb of his lovely aunt, impregnating her. Why did he want that? What had come over him that he would want such a thing.. here and now? Only this divine feeling could have blinded him so.