Myria gets an opportunity.

The Toad slumped back in the stone floor. Its throat-sack vibrated as it made a contented noise that sounded almost like a purring cat. Then, its eyes closed, and it started to make a deeper, regular noise that echoed around the cave. It took a moment for the two cum-coated adventuresses to realise that it was snoring.

Dew and Myria exchanged a disbelieving glance. “Men!” Myria snapped, the shock cutting through her lustful stupor for a moment. “I mean, I’m used to humans rolling over and going to sleep as soon as they’ve cum, but I didn’t expect…”

She trailed off, then suddenly grabbed her discarded sword and stabbed down, plunging it into the toad’s soft belly over and over. The creature’s eyes sprung open, and it gave a gasping croak, and then lay still.

Dew stared in incomprehension. “What did you do?!”

“Focus, elf!” Myria said unsteadily. “We’re here to kill these things… it **** us…”

“But now it can’t fuck us anymore!”

“What? Shit!” For a moment, Myria agreed with Dew’s complaint, and struggled to remember why she had killed the Toad. “No, wait. This is the poison talking. We need to… to clear our heads. Get this cum off us, and get dressed.”

She took up a rag from Dew’s shredded robes, and began to wipe the creature’s seed off her. The sensation of rubbing against her skin only heighted her lust. A soft moan brought her attention back to Dew. The mage had followed her advice, but had immidiatly started clearing the cum from her womanhood. At least, Myria assumed that that had been her original intention, but the sensation of contact with her wet, swollen pussy lips had been too much for the elf, who was now masturbating shamelessly. Her eyes were open, but when she saw her companion watching her it seemed only to arouse her further.

Myria’s hand drifted to her own pussy, almost against her will. The Toad-cum had been dribbling out of her ever since she stood up, flowing down her thighs, but there was still much more inside her. She slid her fingers in, and withdrew them coated in stickiness. Her eyes still locked on Dew, she brought her hand up to her mouth, licking her fingers clean. The taste of the monster’s seed was surprisingly good, especially mixed with her own juices, and she felt her arousal growing still further. Dew arched her back, and Myria wondered why she’d never noticed how sexy the elf was.

“Fuck!” the duelist moaned, not knowing whether it was an exclamation or a prayer. “I haven’t felt this horny since I was sixteen!” The image of one of her first, passionate affairs overwhelmed her, every detail suddenly sharp in her mind. It was too much for Myria; she lay down, splayed her legs as wide as they’d go, and began to plung her fingers into her cunny.

Dew whimpered in happy in acknowledgement, the sight of her companion’s lust feeding her own. She too knew that her lust hadn’t been this strong since her adolescence had ended at age 80. But another, more analytical part of her mind knew that this was the toad venom. Masturbating was a natural defence – a strenuous activity would quickly burn the aphrodisiac out of their systems, and sex particularly resonated with its mystical qualities. They should soon be able to function again… provided no Cave Toad was attracted by their moans to top up their dose…