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Chapter 12 by WaterMage

Does Dew manage to resist?

No, giving in is too tempting.

The minotaur roared, drawing Dew’s attention back to it. The beast’s muscles were taught, and Raquel was thrashing about in what was clearly a massive orgasm. It was clear the bull was cumming, and the five other ladies moaned simultaneous in envy. Dew found herself eagerly imagining jet after jet of its potent cum filling her womb.

Its orgasm finished, the minotaur disappeared in a puff of smoke, returning to its holding crystal on its mistress’s belt. Raquel lay stunned where it had left her, her eyes blank with pleasure, her legs splayed apart as far as they would go and sticky cum flowing slowly from her pussy. Myria, Mizuki and Lucinda were all pleasuring themselves, and even the chaste Cecilia was beginning to loosen her armour’s straps.

Across the room, the cave toads began to approach. There were more than a dozen of them. They moved quietly and cautiously, so as not to startle the women out of their lustful reverie.

Dew smiled at the sight. Their cocks weren’t quite as impressive as the minotaur’s, but they’d certain serve to fill her little cunny. Perhaps they would let her suck on them, feeding on their seed until her belly was as swollen with a feast of cum as it soon would be with their babies. Perhaps they would even pillage a treasure she had never even considered giving to a man and defile her tight, sweet arsehole. Her companions were still blissfully unaware of the pleasures they were about to experience.

“Yes!” she moaned, overwhelmed by desire. Some part of her training new this was wrong, but she didn’t care. Her desires were just too strong.

She spun around so her arse was facing the toads and bent over, bunching up her robes around her waist. Her delicate silken panties were sodden with her juices, so she tore them away and tossed them aside. She couldn’t remember why she’d felt the need to cover herself down there anyway, surely it would just delay any male who wanted to use her holes?

She stood like that, her legs apart, her arse and pussy clearly available. She thrilled at the thought of presenting herself to the approaching monsters like some beast in heat was overwhelming, and it was a struggle not to start fingering herself, but she held back. She knew she would have far greater pleasure in just a moment.

Was Dew the adventurers' last hope of resisting?

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