He had wanted to cum. So badly, more than anything in the world at that moment... to fulfill her every desire and climax together with his beloved aunt. He felt like he was just on the edge, waiting to be pushed off the cliff and sent tumbling into another earth-shattering orgasm. She had come all over him, soaking his cock as her body convulsed upon it. Almost! ...He was so close, but he could do nothing. If she had not tied him up, he would have held her down and fucked her until he was spent. But at last she went limp over him, and Norton felt a great shame.<br/><br/>Norton didn't know what to do. He still wanted to hold her down, to ravish her and sate himself upon her womanly body... but now he was free, and a sense of great responsibility returned to him. He couldn't so simply claim that he was being taken advantage of now. Not to her, to the other women, or most of all- to himself. When their bodies parted, he was still hard. Still on the edge, both body and mind desirous. But then she began to clothe herself, and Norton felt a deep regret. The time had passed, and she was right...<br/><br/>The paladin had difficulty stuffing his member back into his trousers. He was still hard, and looked to remain so for as long as he was in her presence. He awkwardly dressed, and his mind again began to whirl with doubt and confusion. She seemed to say that this wasn't a result of some spell... but said that the others might be in danger. But then.. someone who was under a spell wouldn't know they were- they'd deny it, wouldn't they? But how much of it was the strange hex and how much of it was her true feelings?<br/><br/>His thoughts returned to her embrace. He wanted to feel her, to make love to her, to give her his everything as she wanted.. but then his thoughts drifted. If the same thing had happened to the others, as she seemed to think, then the possibility of Al'Rhayel or Alyssa going at it was there. He thought of them kissing, nude and sensual... he went from observing in his mind to participating, and imagined venting his current frustrations upon them both, momentarily forgetting Thalya. Al'Rhayel was short and delicate compared to him, yet she was wild and tanned and seemingly so cold and distant. He imagined giving her pleasure, making her lose herself... as he had made Thalya. Alyssa was tall and strong- she must have been muscled under all that armor. A coarse, hard woman... he wanted to conquer her, to make her his.<br/><br/>Norton may have been unaffected by any of the strange ship's magical influence... but as he followed Thalya, red-faced, sweating, and still hard... it was obvious that he had an entirely different affect now than when he stepped foot on the vessel.