A test of faith

Lady Cecelia Whitelance of the holy order of the Paladins of Vermael, woke in a gooey pool of cave toad cum. The loads were thick and generous, layered over each other, nearly pasting her naked body to the cold ground. Her head swam as she pieced together the events of the last few hours. She remembered fighting, then... Oh, Vermael, for my devotion, forgive me!

Cocks- thick, drooling cave toad cocks had fucked every hole in her virgin body. Two at a time, they filled her up and stretched her out, and she had loved every minute of it. She had begged them for more. She remembered three toads pumping buckets of cum into her at once, ass, mouth, and pussy, as she struggled to breathe. She remembered cupping her hands under her chin as the toads croaked merrily and took turns jacking off into her face. She remembered holding her big round tits together so two toads could fuck her cleavage at once. It was all like some kind of dream, or nightmare.

Now, her body should be sore from such a protracted pounding. It wasn't. Instead her pussy sung with heat and anticipation, as though she were just on the edge of something, like, an orgasm, perhaps? What a way to loose my virginity, she thought. Gang- fucked by a group of drooling, horny monsters. She could still feel their sloppy loads deep inside her womb. Even the criss- cross of thin red scratches all over her skin didn't hurt at all.

Cecelia heard cheerful croaking all around her. Her eyes wouldn't open, however- they were glued shut by ropes of goopy frog cum. She had to use both hands to scoop the sickly smelling stuff away and slop it to the floor. As she opened her mouth to take a breath, more oozed inside. As rancid as it smelled, she found the taste somehow sweet and nourishing. Before she realized what she was doing, she had swallowed and gulped down a few mouthfuls of the poison- laced stuff. Finally came the task of prying her naked body from the dust. It took some effort, with bands of slime stretching away from her to the floor as she rose.

She blinked and her hazy eyes came to focus on a large group of raucous cave toads celebrating. There must have been twenty at least. Some of them lay slumped against the cave walls snoring away, their limp cocks draped carelessly over their skinny froglike legs. those must have been the ones that had ravished her over and over. The others were croaking with glee and slapping each other on their warty, mottled backs. She burped loudly and it tasted of cave toad gunk. Mushrooms, peat, fish. None of the toads payed her any attention. She looked down at her body- thoroughly fucked silly and covered in opaque cum.

They were occupied by something else. Something they all gathered around. Cecelia blinked and tried, in the low light, to see what it was. Her mouth dropped open in horror as she realized what it was. It was a life sized statue, cast in bronze, of her patron Vermael, goddess of war and strategy. The toads gathered around it were chortling and jacking their huge shiny cocks in her direction, taking turns spurting fat ropes of monster cum to drape over it and dangle down to the floor.

------------------------------------------------The sight brought back everything- her vows, her training, her chastity, and her quest. Despite the potent cave toad poison rushing through her body, her full lips curled in a snarl. It was a famous depiction of the goddess' finding of her sword Servixor beneath the sea. It was spotted by her three hawks, Timol, Archesh, and Stouker. The work was ancient and precious to her order. How did the cave toads end up with it?

As Lady Cecelia looked up at the bronze face of her goddess, she was shocked to see it move. The countenance looked up from Servixor and the head turned to stare directly at her. The cave toads payed no attention. In fact, their cavorting seemed to drop in volume and fade into the background, as though far away. Cecelia gasped.

"Why have you forsaken me?" Vermael asked. Cecelia's heart pounded. "The pleasures of the flesh are no stranger to human warriors. When the Ushabti threatened all of the celestial realm with their irresistible manhood, Vermael resisted. It was my servants who drove back the rapine orcs and claimed the land your empire was built on. You know that it is the vow of every paladin of my order to drive back the slavering hordes of men, yet here you lie, a toy of lowly scum such as these?"

The toads didn't seem to be able to hear nor see any of this.