The Toad Attacks Dew

Between the three, the Toad glance between his potential 'victims', deciding which one it wished to mate with. Its cock twitched as it watched the armored woman, it would be to much effort to try to peel her out, and his claws would have trouble reaching the skin underneath the plate. The one in leathers eyed the toad with a predatory look, and the creature was hesitant to try to get her, she seemed ready for an attack. That left the elven woman in cloth. While she was furthest to the back, the robes would provide little protection, and her body seemed likely unable to fight against its grasp. Having decided on a mate, its muscles tensed, and it leaped past the other two and into Dew.

Dew had been ready to cast a spell, and while the spell sparked to life into her hand, the creature slamming into her knocked the wind out of her lungs, fizzing it. She felt strong limbs grasp her, and her shapely body struggled to little avail against her captor. She felt a stabbing pain as a claw entered into her shoulder, and a cry of pain escaped her pink lips. Another **** lifted her high into the air, followed by a jarring jolt as it hit the side of one of the walls, and then another and another. By now, the venom had begun to take effect, and Dew felt flushed. She stopped fighting against the toad, and instead she positioned herself to press against the creature. While her rational mind screamed against such an act, a lust filled haze had cancelled that out, and her heart beated faster at the prospect of feeling the creature's cock pounding against her inner walls.

After a while, the movement stopped, and she was left to the ground. Her breath was now ragged, and the lips of her pussy fully engorged. Looking up at the creature with her forest green eyes, she smiled, and from beneath her silken robes her legs opened invitingly, waiting for the toad to use her and fill her to the brim.

"Shit, didn't think he would go after the elf!" Myria thought in annoyance, repelling off the wall with as much speed as she could muster. Cecilia held the rope firmly, although Myria was a bit concerned with holding a lit torch in one hand and a flamable rope in the other while attempting to climb said rope. "I better get double paid for this... and that elf better be greatful! Not my job to save her from toad dick..."

Myria continued the mantra of complaints as she slowly made her way to where she had seen the Toad take Dew.