'Tis the season...

Wait! Susan barked as she turned towards the guards- bring Shanna before us.

Susan turned and knelt before Surgmoth.

“I was almost too hasty sending her to the arena. Shanna is to be my gift to you.” Susan said.

“Gift?” The Frog-Lord croaked. “Excellent. And to think there were those who ever opposed your becoming queen.”

Susan stood up. “Indeed, master, I know the rites of spring are soon upon us, and that you needed a gift that suited you. As soon as I saw Shanna I knew that she needed to be yours. That she needed to be..elevated.”

Shanna looked on and began struggling, attempting to pry her hands away from her captors, but two giant frogs, muscle bound, toughed, leathery toad like backs from years of growth and fighting held her at bay. “You can't do this!” She shouted. “What have they done to do you? How could you do this to me? To yourself?”

Susan looked upon her. “You will soon see. It will soon be time for the rites of spring, a season of giving, and taking. A holiday of unbound passions and lusts for all things, like the lust I have for Surgmoth. A lust you will soon understand.”

All the Forg-Lord's men began croaking in approval. Surgmoth for his own part stood tall and proud.

“My ****-queen...” he bellowed. “You have honored me greatly – no one has ever been able to best the She-Devil and her mate... her former mate... before now, and bring her before me as tribute.”

His gaze looked up and down his new prize.

“Strip her!” he commanded. Two other burly frogs came over and tore off what little clothing she had.

“Oh, my slutty queen.... you have brought me something wonderful. I will use you both in the most incredible ways...” He paused and cocked his head. “And for you my queen I believe I can think of something special to give you, too...”