Deflowering Lilly [BAD END]

The infected Croagunk has the look of demanding something. That desire for satisfaction was all too evident of a craving once she brushes herself against you more. The weighted Hex-filled belly mashes against your abdomen and chest, straining a gasp out of your mouth and for your hindpaws to flatten at your ground to strain your lap up in a brief hoist. You wanted her to get off, but it looks like she has plans for the same thing in a different manner.

The moment you push your crotch up to see if you could lift her up any, you feel an intensely warm and wet surface glide against your groin, immediately making you huff in surprise and drop your hips back down on the floor. The infected frog can only chortle to herself in a nefarious way. Even acting all primal, she still has a sense of humor. She was entirely aware of what was going on...and enjoyed it.

Not wanting to be seperated from you, she provides that wet sensation again by moving her own hips, kissing her groin to yours. The nethers of the girl bask against your sheath, teasing the home of your cock with another nestle. The gesture emits another huff of air from your lungs, but the girl quickly takes your breath away again with another press of her weight. With two frogs technically on you, you couldn't hope to lift her. She was making it apparent that she was going to use you, and you were to sit there and take it.

"L-Lilly..." You utter her name in hopes to reach her true mind. "I'm a friend of your brother, Hex. You have to stop thi-uaah?!" You are cut off in your plea from the Croagunk ignoring you entirely as she instead grinds her crotch more firmly down. The tip of your cock is enticed to peek out from its hiding place, feeling just how sopping wet her cunt was dripping. The corruption she suffers must be hyperactively discharging pre to a wild level. The infected males were the same way, but this is the first time you've had to deal with an infected female so close and dangerously of a position. "A-Ahh...stop, you don't...want to do tha...aahh...ahh?"

Your breaths are unable to hold back as she dips the head of your rising meat in at her tight slit. It could be felt just how much of a virgin she was, and in being far shorter than you, you dreaded how much of a tight ride this was going to be. It also hit you that if she does go all the way with this, you're going to be infected too...

You grip her stomach and try to roll her off, but you are welcomed by another poisonous jab at your neck. "Oughk--!" You are muted for the moment at the sudden sting and pressure at your throat, causing your head to roll back and your grip to loosen from her. It's what you get for another pitiful attempt of freedom. Lilly leers down and emits another croaking chuckle as you struggle to take another inhale after a hit like that, granting her ample time to adjust her hips and tuck your erect length in at her cunt. The Croagunk's slit squishes up the head of your dick to align it just right, all before her weight really begins to bear down on it.

The virgin walls resist the pressure of your meat at first, leaving the frog in having to lift and **** her waist down again and again, tugging the beginning inch of the shaft in better until finally, a tight squelch sounds out, and the length is buried up several more inches in one drop. The vice gesture forces another noise out of you, granting you to breathe again thankfully from your sore throat, but now your cock is trapped inside of her. The frog moans in delight at how big you were, packing the interior painfully tight. "A-Aauh! Ngh, no!" You grunt, but it's too late. Lilly finds her grip on your shoulders and starts to rock her hips.

The narrow walls constrict your penis in a tight, wet hug. She was going to milk you. Your eyelids flutter awkwardly and the dulled vision of your eyes staring at the dark figure of the girl on you wavers about. Two purple glowing eyes stare down at you in delight, gleaming off her teeth from her open, panting smile. At least one person here was enjoying herself. However, a perverse enjoyment burns in your mind. There was a self-destructive complex yearning you into wanting this. To enjoy it. To need it. A submission of control.

The infected Croagunk goes at it, rocking her hips up and down to pump your penis to a tightened flex. The cock surges with stress to have no room to budge, already submitting some pre to spurt from its tip. The frog's cunt ingests it all, feeding into it in a way that only has her craving for more; the main course. An orgasm from you to cement all of this forever, that you will give in.

You wanted to be the hero, but here you were, ragdolled on the floor, taking the tight vagina tugging hard at your junk. Your knot even swells from all of the pleasure at the basin of your sheath, but there was no hope of that getting to fit in her. Her nethers simply splat atop the thing every time she forces most of your penis inside her. Lilly still moans all the same, drooling out of her mouth too while your audible wet plaps echo inside the swamp home. You take another glance over to Jackal in hopes that he was recovering any to save you, but no, the whites of his eyes are all that are visible on his face; same for the equally white foam running out of his garbled mouth as he suffers the venomous coma Lilly put him under.

"Oughk...ugh...ahhuh...Lil-lghk! Mmngh..." You can't think. You can't resist. You can't do anything but emit grunts of confusion as your body yearns to cum. The boiling pressure just builds within your arousal while your mind is being drained to a dark and primal place. You feel like you hear a voice commanding you now, and your vision was...actually getting brighter in a way, but with a strange purple hue. You were being infected. The world felt warmer now. No, it was your body. A firey urge to fuck anything you could. A growling hunger to consume anything you could. Any previous goals you had in life were being stripped away like any memories you could ever recall. Your mind was falling apart, and in its place, just another perverse hunter would take its place. "A-Ahll...mmlhm...uh..."

Lilly croaks in delight as she gets close, but you reach your peak first. A boiling rush has your meat firing off its load without warning, flooding the small cunt with spunk. You roar out and surge your dick deep into her, completely surrendering to this feeling you couldn't shake off. The need for pleasure was all you could ever want anymore. Rope after rope, the shots of spunk swell out the girl's cervix and bathe your meat in your own mess, even squelching out tightly around your knot. You can't stop humping, and she can't stop riding you. The hot mess you two would make each other was too much for any soul to bear.

Your eyes roll up from the intensity of the infection rush, seeing the world swirl and darken before you. Your mind was fading, but you had a sense that this was a better fate than getting eaten by some wildling outside. You probably wouldn't feel like you'd ever wake up, but be trapped in a vague nightmare of fucking and eating others, but it'd all be real to your victims. No matter. You were horny. And hungry. Maybe someone else can save the world...

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The Croagunk huffs and puffs as her hands plant on the dog's shoulders one more time. In an aggressive pull, she pries her gooey slit off from his throbbing spire, leaving strands of his jizz to leak out over it. The Lucario was completely ****, having passed out after his big orgasm. His eyes were shut, but his mouth was wide open with a flopped tongue hanging out of the side. At least his final moments of sanity were good. The Typhlosion next to him was going to have a different experience.

The infected Croagunk murrs as she trades one useless male for another one, walking over to straddle on Jackal's lap next. The frog girl pats her belly as it rests on top of Jackal's own chubby abdomen, leaving the barely conscious meal inside her stomach to writhe in its hot churning. Despite being siblings, Lilly had no issue with digesting her own brother, as well as jostling him atop any of his house-guests.

Readying herself on top of the unresponsive fire-type, she rubs her previously-used slit up against Jackal's own sheath, ready for a second round to infect this male as well once he woke up. Together, they'd all join the other ferals that roam this bog, completely denying any attempt of civilization or hope for those that explore it. It was a biome of pure danger, and soon with any other biome, would expand to make the world an obsolete place for any hope. It was all thanks to a brother's love, and a Lucario's lack of caution...

The Infection Continues to Plague the World