Lady Cecilia

Dew and Myria kept silent. Even if the monster had dark vision, they were probably concealed behind the rock formations. If it he couldn't smell them, perhaps they would be alright. Each heart her heart beat fast in her chest, but it was the sound of heavy breathing that made both adventurers turn their heads slowly to look at Cecilia.

The paladin was still splattered with cave toad batter. She was squatting strangely and breathing heavily. Her mouth hung open, and her tongue, oozing with thick green spunk, hung out of her mouth. The chaste and pure paladin's eyes were crossed. Her hands were on her knees and she was rocking her hips back and forth slowly.

"Cecelia, quiet!" whispered Myria sharply. She turned back to peer at the toads, but Dew kept her focus on the paladin knight with increasing concern. The elf mage could see more clearly in the dark than her human companions. Cecelia had her shirt gathered up around her waist, and she was grinding her pussy, still clad in her underwear, against the tip of a small stalactite protruding from the floor.

"Uh Myria," she began.

"S... sorry... I ... I..." Cecelia's voice was a little too breathy and loud. The tip of the rock was pushing her white panties inside her slightly as she swiveled her hips against it. "I think there might have been something in that... that toad cum! Ohhh!" she moaned at the mention of the word and tried to cover her sticky, cum splattered lips. "I feel... I feel strange."

"Oh shit," cursed Myria. Cecelia just started moaning and bouncing her usually chaste body against the stalactite. The toad tracker took notice. He looked up, directly at their hiding place, and pointed his spear. Croaking a few orders, his comrades charged in their direction, led by their fat, bouncing cocks.