The Hunter

As she moved, Myria began to hear Dew moaning again. It was much closer this time, which allowed for the duelist to make her way a bit clearer. It was strange to think that her companion getting **** actually helped the situation, but she supposed at this point she would take any boon.

Before to long Myria came across the sight of Dew, flushed red, sweating from exertion, and moaning like a whore. At this point the elf's eyes were rolling to the back of her head, her mouth was open, her tongue rolling out, and everything comming out of the woman's mouth was illegitable at most times, sometimes with a 'big cock' managing to make it through. The elf was busy riding the massive toad prick while the creature that was thoroughly fucking the silver haired elf was beneath her, its hips thrusting into her while its claws continued to **** her up and down the massive shaft; Myria wondered if Dew was even conscious at this point. The near constant moans and speech from the elf and groans, along with the slapping of skin against skin made this all the more easy. Cecilia in all her plate armor and lack of stealth could have snuck up on the two. The toad never saw it comming, and it seemed to be very surprised when she ran the dagger across its neck.

The creature twitched, but with its life blood quickly running across the ground, its thrusting came to a stop. Dew, having nothing to push her up and down the cock, slumped to the side in a heap, the cock leaving her puss with a wet sucking noise. Her breaths were heavy, she twitched and spasmed, and her eyes and mouth were open. While the woman was conscious, Myria highly doubted that her mind was there, it would take a bit for the elven woman to recover. "Well, he fucked her silly."

It was a comment to herself more than anything else, and she idly wiped the dagger, and relit her torch. The last thing she wanted was something else to sneak up on her while she waited for Dew to recover. Fortunately, it didn't take as long as she thought, a few minutes later Dew's eyes began to focus, and a few more after that she raised, rubbing her abused pussy. "Yeah, I suppose taking that thing, your little kitten would be aching for affection."

Myria teased, standing up and removing some clothing from her pack. Unfortunately it was just a linen shift, he she doubted Dew would feel comfortable in her spare leathers. "Well, lets get going, sure Cecilia is pretty worried at this point."

"A...agreed..." Dew's voice came out a bit surprised. She still felt some effects of the toxin, but without the creature pumping its dick into her, or applying more, her mind was clearing out. "I can't... I can't believe if fucked me so much. I've never had so many orgasms, maybe I should... what am I thinking, it **** me!"

With that last idle thought, Dew dressed, although the amount of cleavage and leg she exposed with the shift likely would draw more unwanted attention from the natives.