Take her to their leader

A few of the toads had been overcome by Cecelia's obscene display and jizzed on the spot. There were enough there- about a dozen- that she wouldn't be just a stand- in for the statue of Vermael. One toad took a fist of her long platinum hair in his webbed hand and **** her face into the grit of the cave floor. She smiles and rolled her eyes as he ground her face down. Cecelia was careful to keep her back arched and her heart- shaped ass high in the air. It was just moments before she was rewarded with a hard, scummy cave toad cock in her ass.

The first time had been exhilarating, even frightening. It had never before even occurred to the buxom young paladin that that hole was anything sexual. With the toad aphrodisiac coursing through her veins however, it had seemed like the most brilliant discovery of her life. All at once the cave toads had taken turns fucking her tight ass, even at the same time as her pussy, so that she was full to bursting with big, pounding cocks. The feeling of it now- the pronounced, bell- end cockhead slipping roughly past her anus over and over, the knobby warts and the amphibian slime that coated them, all of it felt so right. The big cock fucking her ass indented her round cheeks with every thrust. Inside, the greedy toad cock was fucking as deep as it wanted.

She opened her mouth and laid her tongue on the cave floor. Cecelia tried to look up at the toad using her, but with his big hand holding her skull to the floor, she couldn't see anything. That toad didn't last long. They never did. How could they, with a voluptuous girl, formerly so pure? Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her insides pumped full of another hot load.

Her captor passed her off to another frog, who held her in a full nelson and sunk her down, asshole first, onto his own thick, throbbing cock. He bounced her there with a surprising strength. Three other toads lined up in front of her. One of them collapsed her cleavage around his own rubbery, wet dick while the other two set about slapping the fat heads against her tits. Shameless monsters- they didn't even care to take turns. Thick amphibian cocks slid against each other and bounced off her tits, splattering their slimy precum over her neck and collarbones.

Cecelia's poor neglected pussy dripped onto the cave floor. She missed the feeling of being double stuffed, and briefly wondered why they were ignoring her pussy. She didn't think about it, or anything else, too hard, however. Two more toads had crowded in and were competing for space against her outstretched tongue.

Soon the frantic monster cocks had all spent their loads in their wanton frottage, and Cecelia was dizzy and soaked again. Thick, goopey sludge ran down her body and stung her eyes. One toad held her limp body off the floor by her hair, and croaked to the others. All of them seem quite sated and impressed with her slutty service. They exchanged a few words in their own language, and were soon dragging her by her hair deeper into the caverns.

The former paladin could hardly tell how far they had gone when they came to a small underground stream. Water poured in from the darkness above in a little waterfall and disappeared through a ravine below. The toads held her under the water, shockingly cold, until their filthy spunk was mostly washed away. Now her blonde hair appeared a little darker and clung to to her body.

This time, one of her captors threw her over his shoulder and carried her. These toads were much taller than a human, and strong to match. He bounced effortlessly through the dark through a series of natural defenses. Ancient tree roots, rocks, and carved wooden spikes, kept by cave toad guards with rudimentary spears, marked the way. Their torches were old roots covered with bio-luminescent grubs. It gave the whole journey a surreal feeling, bathed in blue light.

Cecelia could hardly tell where they were going. She didn't realize her journey had come to an end until she was dropped onto a cold stone slab in a vast subterranean chamber. She blinked and struggled to find which way was up. The ceiling was high above, cloaked in darkness. The outer walls were as well, but by the "torchlight" she could see ranks of cave toads all around her. They wore scavenged armor, improvised slings and satchels, and carried hand made weapons. They wore a glowing blue pigment- probably smashed grubs- which decorated their faces, chests, and cocks. At the sight of her, all of them were erect. Huge, pulsing members pointing the way before them. The warriors chanted and pounded the pommels of their staves on the floor. The whole chamber echoed to make the fifty or so gathered sound like five hundred.

Cecelia put her palms to the cold stone and lifted herself up to see where they had placed her. Her eyes followed carved stone steps up, climbing about thirty meters to a throne made of living tree roots. Upon it sat the biggest, fattest toad she had ever seen. He must have been five times the size of the warriors. It was a crimson red all over, except for its bone colored underbelly. By the blue glow, she could see a head dress the size of a peacock made of some kind of crustacean carapace. It glowed with brilliant colors. The frog who wore it sat motionless except for his throat which ballooned out with every breath. His eyes were closed, and his massive girth glistening. From here, he looked just like a frog on a lillypad, but monstrous in size and adorned with strange jewelry.

The toads that brought her here sat as he did, on the floor, with their hands flat down before them and their knees jutting out to either side. One of them croaked something terse to him, and he extended an open hand at Cecelia.