Sorry, I'm just a slut now

As the apparition's lecture droned on with merciless protraction, Lady Cecelia became distracted. The frog cum was oozing down her full, parted lips and into her open mouth. It tasted like heaven- exciting, nourishing. She stuck out her tongue to let some pool there before slipping it back into her mouth and gulping it down. "Mmmm." She swooned and closed her eyes, savoring the musky, salty taste and molasses texture. Next she gathered a thick mass of cave toad spunk from where it had gathered in her ample cleavage. She pinched it between three fingers and lifted it up, high above her head. The goo stretched out all the way and dangled past her face. Cecelia opened her mouth wide and draped the scum over her outstretched tongue.

"Cecelia Whitelance, do you debase yourself before your patron goddess?" boomed Vermael with incredulity uncommon in deities.

Cecelia drew in her tongue and savored the strand, what had made it into her mouth, anyway, before answering. "Sorry," she said with a mouth full of spent toad cum, "I'm just a slut for big monster cocks, now." The statue froze in its place again. Vermael's eyes seemed frozen in helpless rage, but Cecelia barely seemed to notice. the toad poison had loosened her morals and incited her to pleasure, of course, but it was the hard stuffing, the thick, slimy cocks, and the constantly flowing savory cum that won her over. Not even the miraculous visit of her former patron goddess, made real, could shake her from her newfound love.

She looked down at her body as though seeing it for the first time. She saw round, full breasts jutting from her lithe chest, nipples pointed skyward. She saw a thin waist tapering out to wide hips that made her ass pout of from her body in the shape of a heart. How could I not have seen it before? She mused. I have the perfect body for pleasing huge monster cocks. I've had it all along. All of it was criss- crossed with a lattice of old cum. Cecelia decided it was time for a fresh coat.

The throng of horny cave toads seemed to be having some kind of contest, seeing how much cum they could splatter on the precious bronze statue they had obtained. The beautiful human form, and the way she held her sword, all seemed highly erotic to them. Of course, this was a low bar. Cave toads were naturally perverted, horny creatures. There was also the element of defiling something pure, something painstakingly created by a devoted and pious civilization that excited them. One particularly bloated toad pointed his equally bloated cock toward Vermael's face. It was clear from his balls flexing in their rubbery, wrinkled sack, and the way that precum bubbled and spit from his warty cockhead, that he was close to unleashing. Cecelia, hips swaying, stood between him and the statue. She gripped her big bouncy tits and squeezed them, sticking out her tongue wide and closing one eye.

The fat toad couldn't resist a sight like that. With a high- pitched squeal his cock fired juicy volleys of foul scum in ropes that landed across Cecelia's face and tits. They each landed with a big wet splat and draped over her body. The other toads seemed to think this was hilarious. They bounced up and down on their spindly legs, croaked, and slapped each other on the shoulders. The sight of the pious human paladin taking a snot- shot for the statue of her goddess set off a few others, too, and Cecelia held her pose as long as there were more spurts of monster cum headed her way.

The crew of cave toads had grown tired of her before, but now their interest was renewed. Fucking a girl to unconsciousness and then obscuring her sexy form from view with layers of cumloads was just about the only way for them to completely loose interest. Now here she was again, without even a fresh dose of aphrodisiac venom to get her excited, seemingly **** to once again be the center of attention.