Cecilia finds her friends being by a Cave Toad.

Cecilia crept along the tunnel, her armour secure and clinking quietly in a bundle over her shoulders. She’d spent so much time in it that wearing just cloth seemed almost unfamiliar. Her resolve was iron, but her mind conjured up all sorts of hideous images of what might have befallen her companions to delay them for so long. But what she saw when she turned the corner shocked her more than any of her imaginings.

Her eyes widened, and she stifled a gasp as she saw Dew and Myria kneeling before a Cave Toad, licking its hideous manhood with every sign of enjoyment. As she watched, the Toad pushed Dew to the ground and mounted her, making her cry out in pleasure.

Myria eagerly went down on all-fours beside the elf, lifting her round arse into the air and presenting it to the monster. The Toad leaned over, and she whimpered in delight as its slippery tongue worked its way into her pussy.

Cecilia watched, stunned. She was hypnotised by the way the women’s breasts bounced, by the drops of cum that dripped from Myria’s well-used pussy. To her horror, the paladin felt an unfamiliar warmth between her legs. Surely… this horrible sight could not be arousing her?

Righteous anger filled her. The Toad was a monster, and it was part of her oaths to destroy it. A part of her knew that she should be cautious, that the creature had already overcome each of her companions, but the urge to charge out of smite it was almost overwhelming.