Yes, just.

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.

“No!” she gasped suddenly. Some part of her training new this was wrong. The spell was strong, she could feel it wrapping round her and caressing her skin. But it was fragile – a sharp shock might break it.

With her last ounce of strength, she gathered her magical energies and hurled a fireball. Only two toads were caught in the blast, but in the confined cave the noise was deafening. The adventurers all paused in their various quests for self-pleasure, and turned to see the source of the noise. They saw the cave toads.