Lesbianism Conquers All

LCecilia was writhing and panting gibberish as one orgasm after another overtook her. Her cunt was leaking it's arousal as it was roughly punished by her new master: Toadcock. The same merciless master that was ripping her asshole to shreds with each violent invasion. And she was loving everey minute of it. The once proud paladin was covered in sweat and her own cum begging the two toads to shoot more of their cum into her.

All the while Myria and Dew were furiously sucking the toadspunk out of each others pussies. Each mouth was glued to the other girl's drooling snatch. Only taking brief rests to say things like:

"Oh gods! Dew! Finger me while you suck my clit like that! Ooooohh!"

"Unghh! Put your tonge back in my hole right now, Myria!"

"Oh! Oh! Ooooouuuuaagh! Mooooorrre! HARDER!!!"

"Yes, Little Girl! Aaaaaah! Tonguefuck me so GOOD!!!"

And these words together Dew's long dormant lesbian passion were weaving a spell within her. A spell to set her passion free.

And then she came. With the taste of pussy filling her mouth, she came all over Myria's tongue and face. And in the next instant, the elf was a new woman. Still filled with lust. But her body had long hungered for other women. And now that she had gotten one, she was feeling a new kind of lust.

The mage rose onto her knees and lowered her pussy onto Myria's face. "That's a good girl." She cooed, amiring the naked body below her as it's tongue began to hungrily lick once more.

Suddenly she hit Myria with one then two bolts of energy. Myria was out cold but Dew still humped her face with abandon. Summoning a red cloud as she got off on stradling her passed out companion's face and covering it with her cunt juice.

"Oh yeah! Such a beauty! Mmmmmmm, yeeeeees!"

Dew was grinding her clit into Myrias motionless lips. She was slamming her hole onto the girls nose, literally fucking her face. She slammed her pussy down again and again on this girls face until she came again from the lewd perverted act. And when Dew came, the red cloud filled her sleeping lover.

The elf stood up and examined Myria with hunger in her eyes.

"What are you?" Dew Primrose asked.

"Your ****, Mistress" Myria responded

"Good girl!" The mage smiled. And her new pet beamed with pride over that small approval.