Attack!

Though the wug tongue buried in your slit feels quite amazing you have no intention of allowing yourself to be molested any further. The wugs are smaller than you, by a full head at least, and so with your greater size and strength you hope to easily overpower them.

As the wug between your thighs continues to tongue your aching cunny the wug buy your head positions its cock to enter your mouth. You can smell the musk of its fuckmeat and the sour smell of its dripping precum. The other three wugs are crouched nearby, staring at your bare body and manipulating themsleves with their webbed fingers. Most importantly, their weapons and shields are discarded, but yours are only a foot or two away.

You slowly move your hand closer and closer to the handle of your short sword. Your fingertips touch the wrapped iron. One of the wugs stroking itself croaks and you think you are caught, but instead it tries to shove the wug licking your cunt out of the way. That wug kicks it and returns its mouth to your honey-dripping hole and flicks its tongue against your clit. It takes every bit of your willpower not to moan, but such worries are taken away a moment later as your mouth is stuffed full of wug cock. The sour meat pushes across your tongue and rams to the back of your mouth. All you can see is the smooth belly of the froggy creature as it fucks rapidly in and out of your full lips. Fortunately its member is not large enough to gag you and you are able to maintain the ruse that you are ****.

Your hand finally finds the sword and your misery ends with a swing of the blade up over your head, impaling the wug violating your mouth right in its froggy skull. You clamp your thighs down on the head of the wug licking your cunny and sit up, swinging the sword through and opening a green-blooded slash across the chest of the two nearest wugs.

The wug between your thighs kicks and scratches the pale flesh of your thighs, but you realize it has no teeth with which to bite you. The remaining wug hops back and runs for its spear and shield. Knowing that if it escapes it will alert the tribe you risk everything and throw your sword like a javelin. The blade impales the wug through the back and it manages a single croak before falling to the ground dead.

You open your thighs and grab the last surviving wug around the throat with both hands. You lift its face - smeared with your juices - and smile savagely. You realize it is the wug that attempted to lure you into eating and drinking the poison food. Its body seems so light as you stand up and lift it up off the ground by its throat.

"Tell me where your village is," you demand, "and I might spare your life."

"Never," the wug croaks, but as it kicks weakly trying to free itself you feel its hard cock prod your side. You are just able to hold the wug up with one hand and you reach down with the other and wrap your fingers around the fleshy, narrow cone of its sex.

"Perhaps a trade then," you suggest. "Your life and your desire for the location of your village marked on my map."

"You'll kill me," the wug says, its bulging eyes bulging further as you tighten your grip on its throat. You give its prick a few slow strokes with your hand.

"You will mark your village on my map and then I'll beat you so that if your people find you they won't know you surrendered. I'll bind you and leave you in the jungle. But first," you strokes its cock more vigorously, "I'll entertain your desires."

"Or you can die like your comrades," you say, **** it more tightly again.