Drunk on milk, you make no effort to resist him

The wug's webbed fingers explore your body with lazy imprecision. His claw is cool and smooth as it drags over your mound, your thigh, your hip and strokes your side. He looks up at you, perhaps questioning, and you are too drunk on the sweet, warm delights of Brigette's milk to care. You only smile and laugh lightly, thinking it amusing that your finned prisoner would find your body so interesting. He presses against you, his flesh cool and surprisingly soft, although the small fins on his arms and legs prickle where they brush against you. He murmurs and clicks in a language you do not understand.

"Sabine," whispers Brigette, "What are you doing?"

"It's alright," you say and give her an easy smile. The wug uses both hands to caress your hips.

Brigette watches in confusion as you recline against the interwoven roots of the mangrove and help pull the sea wug atop you. His hands are on your breasts, squeezing them and pressing them together as he lowers his big mouth and runs the flat pink wetness of his tongue over and between them. Your nipples bend and his tongue's caress lifts your swollen breasts, each in turn.

He murmurs something in his language as his mouth opens wider. He sucks at your aching flesh, drawing the softness of most of one of your swollen breasts into his mouth. You feel a warmth and a pleasant release of pressure. His fanged mouth opens for a moment and you see the milk of your breast on his tongue.

"Sister," you moan, "I am giving milk now. You have shared the blessing of your sweet cream."

"Is it true?" asks Brigette, leaning towards you.

"Mmmm...yes, sister. Look." You cup your breast not already being suckled by the wug and you squeeze, trying to mimic the technique the wug is using on you. A shower of milk bursts from your swollen nipple, spraying in several directions at once. Brigette lets out a delighted cry as some of the milk washes over her swaying breasts.

The wug lifts its mouth from your other nipple and croaks a protest, "Not waste white!"

It catches your spraying milk on its tongue before clamping its lipless maw over your gushing tit. Tiny, sharp teeth gently rub against your skin. You cradle its head against your spurting bosom, being careful to avoid it flaring fins now darkening to a fully engorged crimson. You whine with pleasure as it drinks greedily from your milk.

Your other freshly-sucked breast bears an oblong circle of red surrounding your nipple, areola and several inches of heaving titflesh. The wug has quite a sucking mouth and the more it drinks your milk, the more you need it inside you. Its rubbery thigh is against your quim. You revel in the cool pressure of its cock against your belly.

"Oh, sister," moans Brigette and you realize she is touching herself. "Are you... are you going to let this beast defile your body?"

Holding the suckling wug against your breast, feeling your warm milk spurting into his mouth as you grind your sex against him, you can think of nothing you want more. Unable to even form words, you look at your green-hued sister and nod your head.

"Ohhh," she moans, squeezing a breast in one hand and strumming her clit with her long fingers. "Yes. Do it, sister Sabine. I want to see your beautiful body plundered by this creature."

You are surprised to hear such a lewd admission from Brigette and yet you are in no position to judge her. Your thighs are apart. Your back is pressed to the mangrove roots. The brine of the marsh sloshes around your feet as you work your hips and rub your glistening groove against the wug. His lipless mouth finally pops free of your breast and he looks up at you with his inhuman eyes. A trickle of your milk spills from each corner of his mouth.

Your thighs are open to him. It takes little effort for the wug to guide his pale pink wedge of cockflesh to your entrance. It seems so huge as it slides against your delicate folds, the narrow tip widening a great deal to the base. He pushes his hips forward and his cock slips inside you, opening you up around his amphibian hardness. His flesh is cool and firm as it fills you. Bigger than the imp. Bigger and much wider than anything you have felt before.

"Gods," you moan. "Oh, it's so big."

"Does it hurt?" moans Brigette, playing with her slit as she watches.

"It does," you gasp. "Ohhhhh... it's going deeper. It hurts. But it feels... ooooh... good too."

The wug croaks and clicks, its fins fully aroused and almost glowing with red as it finally buries every inch of its cock in your tight channel. Its webbed fingers grip your hips and it begins to rut roughly into you. The only thing saving you from greater pain is the copious amount of pre-ejaculate flowing steadily from the wug's cock. Its phallus slips in and out of you, stretching you without breaking you, filling you completely with his inhuman cockflesh.

"Yes," moans Brigette. "Fuck my beautiful sister. Fuck her harder."

She caresses the wug and slides her hand down to stroke its cock and then the velvet of your stretched pussy. Her fingers massage your clit as the croaking wug pounds into you, harder and harder. Your orgasm rises with Brigette's help and you let out a wailing cry of pleasure, twisting and arching against the wug.

Rippling contractions of your inner muscles seize its cock. Your cries of pleasure are silenced by Brigette, who leans a breast down to your mouth and lets you suck more of her sweet milk as you cum. You gulp her delicious cream, cumming around the wug, milking him with your pussy as you milk your sister with your mouth.

The wug lets out a long, throaty croaky and you feel his cock throbbing powerfully inside you. Wug cum floods your channel, gushing out around his cock in gooey ropes that spill down your ass and thighs. His slippery body presses against you and you arch your back and receive the creamy eruption of his seed as you continue to greedily drink from Brigette's nipple. The wug atop you slows his thrusts and withdraws his spent cock from your cream-stuffed channel.

The pungent smell of his seed fills the cave of mangrove roots and further inflames your lust. You run your fingers over your slime-slathered fuck groove and stroke your aching clit. You push two fingers into your once-virgin cove and wug cum dribbles out of your freshly-spunked hole. Brigette and the wug both watch you touching yourself with great interest. You know you should be on your way, that you should pull yourself together after this mad mating, but your greedy body craves more pleasure.