By trying to fuck her

Lady Cecelia hit the dusty ground with a clattering of fine plate armor and mail. She was quickly covered in a few more voluminous launches of thick, heavy monster cum that draped over her and briefly stuck her to the floor. She released her sword and shield and brought her hands to her face to pull the vile unholy effluence from it. Thwak!

The cave toad had knelt and slapped it's huge slimy cock down against her master crafted breastplate. The hard cock throbbed, it's last lewd rope of cum still dangling from the swollen tip. Apparently, an orgasm that size hadn't diminished the monster's drive. The cock pulsed with its heartbeat. Thick veins swelled and shrunk as the thick, greasy thing rested against the holy sigil of her goddess.

The cave toad's cock was like its body- warty and thick. It was mottled brown on the topside, and the dorsal side was a ruddy off- white. The amphibian skin was so moist and permeable that one could see the veins and arteries pulsing. Something akin to muscle seemed to flex just under the skin as well. The great big cock arced up dramatically into a fat bulbous head. This part was pink, blushing to purple, as it twitched. The big slit at the end bubbled out more monster slime to drizzle over the fair, pure paladin's pretty face. Of course, the brave paladin could see none of this. Her face was a sloppy mess of horny cave toad spunk and she couldn't open her eyes to see. All she could do was gasp for air and blow greasy cum bubbles from her mouth and nose as she tried to breathe.

Cecelia panicked. It was known that these monsters used an aphrodisiac poison to incapacitate their victims. She was armored, but if one of those poison- tipped claws...

No. She thought. My devotion would never be shaken.

The creature surely tried. There was a grating of claws on steel. The cave toad warbled with frustration as its attacks faltered against the blessed plate.

Cecelia scrambled blind against the toad's claws and bobbing cock. Her struggle was mercifully short. She could hear footsteps, then a woeful croak, and the slimy amphibian body fell away from her. She heard a sickening sound like a _thump _and a bounce. It sounded like the creature's head hitting the cave floor. A moment later, a distant _splash _marked it's decapitated body hitting the lagoon below.

The sound was faint, as both her ears were gunked up with gooey monster scum. It sounded like laughter. That slut Myria laughing... Cecelia scooped slime out of both of her ears and wiped her left eye so that it could open. It still stung with the acrid spunk, and webs of goo stretched between her hands and her face. She blinked up to see Myria, arms crossed, smirking with a smug satisfaction, and Dew, clutching her staff with concern.

"...your first? the last time _I _looked like that, it was because I had sucked half the city guard! Ha! Anything in the holy books about purity with a pail of cock juice all over your face?" Myria slapped her knee, and Dew just bit her lip. "Fifty prayers? I hope you didn't swallow any, or it will be more! Pew! I can smell it from here! It's like wormwood and seaweed and dead fish! Ack!"

"Myria!" Dew sharply interrupted the swashbuckler's taunting. "Do I need to remind you humans that it sounded an alarm? We ought to move, don't you think?"