One last wank

Myria and Dew froze in disbelief. The creature, seemingly oblivious to its own pending mortality, simply grabbed it's hard, oozing cock. It locked its eyes on the charging Paladin- her intricately carved and ample breastplate, her long, smooth legs, her golden hair- and used it's last few moments to jerk off its cock. this only seemed to enrage Cecelia more. The sight filled her with revulsion and her battle cry assumed a new fury as she raced toward it.

The monster grunted and cranked it's swollen amphibian meat rapidly. When Cecelia was only a few meters away, it warbled something incomprehensible and tightened its fist. The first of a series of thick gooey ropes of monster cum fired from the flaring tip and arced through the air to patter against Lady Cecelia's breastplate. The second shot crossed her pretty face and must have caught her in the back of the throat, because her war cry soon turned into a gurgle. By the third and forth, Cecelia was there.

Dew and Myria just stood in awe. Each jet of cum had been enough to fill an ale- stein. It was thick, like snail slime, gooey, green, and they could smell the rancid stuff from here. Poor, chaste Cecelia had just charged the monster, and already the virginal paladin was drenched in the sticky sludge.