Give in to the urges and use your mouth

Looking at the pale length of the wug's cock curving from within its body, you feel as if you might be able to summon the will to resist your urges despite the lusty haze of the milk. You hesitate and look up at the wug. With his bonelessly slender body, odd posture, disgusting damp flesh, and froggy head, you know that you should be repulsed by your captor. You are not. You feel pangs of lust and your face flushes as you look at him.

You gasp as your resistance melts away. You surrender to your desire, lifting your hands to the wug's glistening cockflesh as you lean forward and press your lips against it. The depraved scent of the wug's genital cavity fills your nostrils with a musk that only wets your slit even more. Your tongue tastes its sour flesh and you take the fat bulge of his cockhead into your mouth. The wug croaks and rests his clawed hands on your shoulders as you begin to lustily slurp on his amphibian fuckmeat.

"This is good," says the wug. "You accept place. Your warmblood lips are eager to please me."

"Mmmmmmmphhmmm," you agree, bobbing your lips and sucking loudly on his cock.

You stroke him with both hands and let your tongue massage the drooling pink head of his cock. The more your taste his precum, the greater your lust. Using your hands tugs at the ropes threaded between your cunt lips and stimulates your aching clit. You find that by bobbing your mouth and leaning forward just right you can stimulate yourself with the rope while you suck the wug's delicious cock.

"Nothing like the heat of you humans," croaks the wug, stroking his cock into your mouth and between your hands with lazily thrusts of his hips. He caresses your face and pulls your hair back and out of the way, his slimy hands like those of a lover on your skin. You moan around him, sucking faster and faster until the tugging ropes drive you over the edge and you cum. Your cries are stifled by the oozing meat in your mouth.

The wug fucks your face with quick, sudden strokes, gagging you as he croaks out his pleasure. You are still cumming when your throat is suddenly pumping full of lukewarm wug spunk. Powerful contractions launch a massive load into your mouth. It overflows your lips and froths out from your nostrils in a thick foam that makes you ****. You swallow and suck despite the unpleasantness, driven to greater heights of ecstasy by your wug lover's spewing semen.

"Good, good," croaks the wug, slowings its strokes between your spunk-smeared lips. Wug cum slops down your chin and splatters against your breasts. You gasp for air, but do not stop debasing yourself, leaning in to lick and kiss the wug's cockmeat even as it begins to deflate and retract back into its smooth body.

"I spotted a good breeder," says the wug, watching with delight as you lick and clean his cock. "I give you special name. Greep. It is what we call a pet."

"What do I call you?" you ask, smilking up at him.

The wug pulls roughly at the ropes binding you and they dig into your tender pussy. You nearly fall over in surprise at the intense sensation.

"You call me Father in your tongue or Rooniree in mine. This means master, but something more. It is a word of devotion."

"Rooniree," you try it out several times, trying to smile as you say it. The wug seems pleased with your attempts. He croaks the word again. You cannot match his loud croaking sound, but you almost get it right. "Rooniree!"

"Good," says the wug. "My mate has laid her clutch and tomorrow I breed you. Soon after you will begin your milk and I will teach you how to make it. I can sense that it will be sweet. The envy of the tribe."

The wug unties you as a final kindness and departs, leaving you happy and thinking about your new role in the wug family unit. As the effects of the milk and the lingering taste of Rooniree's cum begin to fade, doubts begin to creep in. Even if you enjoy this new life, you are abandoning your humanity for a probably short life of servitude. Is this really all you want for yourself. Can you surrender your fate to this new life?