Dew Primrose

Dew's fingers tightened around her staff. She didn't like the look of this tracker. With the cave toad's senses of smell and sight, besides who knows what else, a trained and experienced hunter could be dangerous. He looked like he knew about poison delivery weapons, and perhaps even alchemy by the look of his trinkets. Myria and Cecelia had hastened to underestimate these creatures, but Dew vowed not to. An ordinary toad might have detected them, crouched in the shadows just meters away, but a dedicated hunter? They could not hide here.

The elf mage stood slowly, cautiously in the darkness. "Dew, what are you doing?" demanded Myria in a harsh whisper. "Get down!"

"No," said Dew, coolly, in her normal voice. "It's no use hiding, humans." She leveled her staff and narrowed her eyes. The cave toad tracker heard her incantation, and so did his horny cohorts. He pointed his dripping spear to where Dew chanted and croaked an order to charge. the dark cave lit up with brilliant orange fire as it spouted from Dew's staff, racing to meet the charging cave toads.

"Cecelia, come on!" shouted Myria as she rose, rapier in hand. "Cecelia?"

Myria had expected the human paladin to relish a fight. After all, these creatures had 'defiled' her somewhat. The paladin had always talked about how sneaking around was for thieves. "A warrior faces their opponent," she had always used to say. Why wasn't she charging?

The cavern was alight as though the sun had risen there. Myria could see her friend clearly. Cecelia, normally so pure and chaste, was on her knees. Her helm was beside her on the floor, and the pretty blonde paladin was scooping the ropes of cave toad spunk from her face and into her mouth. She swooned and closed her eyes as she sucked the foul smelling jizz from her fingers and swallowed it. All Myria could do was stand and gape, incredulous.

"Mmmm, slurp." Cecelia caved in her cheeks as she sucked a particularly thick dollop of slime from two fingers. "Sorry Myria but I think... I think there's something in this toad cum." She went back to cleaning her face. With shock and horror, Myria realized that the paladin had her skirts gathered at her waist. She was rocking her hips, pushing her underwear clad pussy against the tip of a small stalactite between her legs. the stone pressed as her damp virgin cunt and stuffed the white cloth up into her.