Acceptance

Sue awoke, at first unable to recall where she was. Then she saw the broad, leathery form of the frog king’s girth. Memories crashed in a flood upon her, the ****, the evening’s couplings, and her begging to be fucked made a flush of heat rise to her cheeks. The king’s bed had no blankets, such in this heat were pointless and the frog’s positively rejoiced in seeing every inch of their mates as they fucked them. Thus, Sue was left to cover her face with only her hands, feeling the heat of shame and…no, no it couldn’t be anything other than disgust she felt which caused her to rub her thighs against one another, heat pooling in her core as she felt the crusty remains of the king’s cum on her thighs.

Sure slowly levelled herself up, slipping from the loose embrace of the gargantuan frog. She didn’t leave the bed, merely letting her legs fall of the edge of the bed as she slouched there. She felt the warm tropical air inside the tent against her skin, bared to the world and taken by the king lying behind her. The scent of sex still hung thickly in the air, and every breath reminded her of the being used like a bithc in heat. Odd, she realized. She hadn’t thought of him as a monster once since he took her. A grunt from behind had her turn to the great form of the king. He was a huge beast, with a thick leathery hide and flabby gut and face. Yet even with the massive belly and head, she could see the firm, bulging muscles which coiled beneath the hide on his powerful legs and arms.

She flushed, nipples stiffening as she rubbed her thighs together at the sudden heat which grew there when she spotted her king’s massive cock lying against him. Waiting to be touch, used. Used, by her?

She looked away and wrapped her arms about herself. She had been fucked by that creature. She had begged him to do it, and the memories after that were little more than a stream of lust and writhing bodies as she screamed her pleasure to the entire village. Hell, her voice still felt hoarse for fucks sake!

Yet, oddly, she felt…liberated! As if the rules of human society had been taken in a single night and fucked right out of her, the weight of her responsibility protecting the world lifted from her. She could probably still return to Reed and the others, she thought. Return to her days as a super heroine, fighting crime and living in the tower. But…oddly, the idea didn’t hold such attraction to her anymore. Why should she carry the world as she did? Why shouldn’t she take this? Susan, queen of the frogs! Mate to the mighty frog king, his cock imbedded in her every night, riding her like his own personal slut.

She shook her head. No, no, she couldn’t. But, why not?

She jumped as the weight on the bed suddenly shifted. She looked back, her eyes met by the bulbous orbs of her king as he slowly rose from the bed into a sitting position. “Ah, my Queen,” the frog king greeted, slowly coming up behind her. Susan looked away with a start, catching herself watching his cock sway like a hypnotic pendulum. “It is good to see you are awake. Ahh,” the gargantuan frog said, a leathery and long fingered hand pressing against Susan’s stomach. An act the former Miss Fantastic did nothing to prevent save a shiver. Though of fear or pleasure, she couldn’t say. “Hmmm…yes, yes. I can almost feel it. You chose well to give in to me last night.”

“…Why?” Susan asked, despite herself. The frog king grinned, his massive mouth wide in happiness.

“Now you bear my spawn.”

“What!” Susan cried in shock.

“Yes,” the frog pressed eagerly, “my seed is within you. Their tender years, taking from you the nutrients and your characteristics. The abilities! They will be strong, and will wield great power. Much like you. Yesss,” the toad groaned, rubbing her stomach and pressing her against him. “You will carry them in your fertile womb for a time. Then, we will take you to the spawning pool, where you will release our brood to grow amongst the bogs. Then we shall do so again, and again. You are my Queen, my breeder, mother of my children. I will take you every night, enjoying your soft flesh. Our children will conquer the Savage Land. My mate, my ****,” he hissed into her ear, his tongue flicking against her cheek.

Susan looked down at her stomach, eyes wide. She…carried her king’s spawn? She felt her stomach, mind awhirl. She…could never go back, she realized. Christ, Reed would probably try to study her children or something. Him and his cold science. But here, Susan thought, looking up. Here, amongst the nature and the living, breathing, writhing wilds. Here she could be free, free to live with her king and watch her children grow.

Susan looked up to the frog king, his eyes alight with passion, with the fire of lust for her naked form. She could feel his hands stroking her form with desire. And there, as she slowly felt herself melt into the beast who had taken her, made her his own, she felt the last traces of her desire to return melt away.

Susan Richards was dead. And in her place, born anew in a night of sordid fucking with a beast which desired her in every possible way, was born Susan, Queen of the Frogs.

“Yes, my king,” Susan gasped, slowly turning about. She pressed her breasts against his chest, feeling his cock beginning to harden between them. “I will. I will carry your spawn. I will submit to your lusts, your passion. Take me, my king. I’m your ****, your slut, your warmth, your queen! Whatever you desire, I will give to you. So please,” she breathed, craning her neck to look directly into the leathery, fleshy face of her new master, her hands drifting down to slowly run up and down his warty, thick cock. “Please, I beg of you, tell me what you want of your bitch?”