The Frog-Lord appraises his prize

Gorgmoth looked down at his new prize. There before him, finally broken, finally compliant and willing was his new ****. Sitting there on her knees, her head over his legs, hands grasping his own knees, so delicate, yet so strong, and so, so beautiful... His cock began to swell, his arousal, his URGE now becoming too great.

Susan watched his penis rise- it was impossible to miss- be it where she was right in front of it, or even if she were across the tent. It was already the biggest she had seen before, her memory of seeing hang and swing under his loin cloth still vivid...

But now...

Now it seemed something else. What was it, a foot long? More? And it's girth... it seemed as wide around as mans wrist- she could easily imagine putting a wrist watch around it, and the pulsing pale purple and green head even bigger. She had had an 'incident' in her former life where she had seen Ben Grimm's manhood... but this put even him to shame. Gorgmoths royal purple and gold trimmed loin cloth could hope to cover or contain such a tool, and it drooped to the side of his testicles – themselves prodigious.

Susan's eye were wide again – a fresh new mix of feeling entered her head – fright, but a delighted kind of fright mixed with desire and temptation. She couldn't really believe this was what had taken her in the rear at the arena...

“My...my... king...”

“ Yes, my ****?”

“I...I... can't believe it... I can't believe you're...”

“Ah yes...” The Frog-Lord said. “Bigger than you remember, isn't it? You've never gotten a good look at it, and when I took you from the rear I was hardly at my greatest. What do you think, ****?”

“My lord...” Susan said, staring. “I think that in so much of your form you are a beast, but your cock is truly a MAN's.”

Gorgmoth grinned wide. “Remove my loin cloth, ****.”

Susan slowly stood up. Her hair was still damp, but golden and shining in the light. Rising, Gorgmoth oogled his prize- the sweet patch of yellow hair between her thighs, so trimmed and tidy, seemed an invitation that even he- he of so much patience!- could no longer refuse the call of.

To remove his loin cloth Susan had to reach her arms around the Frog Lords turgid member to unlatch his belt buckle. His member directly in front of her face, seeming to call out to her, she couldn’t help herself. As she released the belts clasp she began to lick it. Licked from the roots of the balls all the way to the crown of the head. Her hands clasped the toad kings rod, and the giant of a Frog's whole body shuddered.

“Yesssssss” Gorgmoth hissed. “You were meant to be mine.”

Susan, licking the pole before her smiled with her eyes, her hands exploring, variously stroked every inch of the great thing, before venturing down to play with the Frog-Lords balls and back again.

Seeing her master like this was thrilling in ways she had never known before. Susan was driven by some primal lust to see it to conclusion when, suddenly, seemingly moments before the lords completion, he bellowed “HALT”.

Susan looked up, confused.