When she's distracted

Scar was patient, waiting for females as **** as this was something Scar had done before. Pure, innocent, and easily flustered. it had seen the ones draped in her clothing before, and watched as they quickly lost all composure. And this girl was already most of the way there, seemingly flustered and terrified even by the the tunnels. Scar assumed the young priestess, as sexy as she was, to be easy prey.

Ryla was unaware of the creature's presence. A novice priestess, she was very much unaware of her surroundings, or how to be wary. There was a difference between being frightened, and being wary. Very likely a veteran cleric would have been aware of such things, and once they realized they had been watched, quickly return to the party, Ryla, however, looked nervously around. But she was being spooked by shadows, distracted by the paint on the wall, unaware of signs of the creatures passing. She just walked ahead, not even bothering to mark her path back if she needed to. And then she heard moaning in the distance, and chose to follow the sound of it.

Twisting tunnels and shadows greeted her, as the moans got louder, and louder. Something filled the air that Ryla was not accustomed to. The smell of sweat, the smell of heat, and the smell of sex. Ryla knew about sex, or at least the very abridged version that the church had told her. A series of truths and lies molded together into into a strange sense of what it was. It was for love, but never to be done outside of marriage. The gods would forgive it, and yet indulged in it. And talk of **** was at much implied in scriptures, and something Ryla was completely oblivious to. So when she came across the cause of the moaning, the young priestess was completely caught by surprised. Her hands went up to her mouth, as a crimson blush came to her face.

The scene she was staring at was not one she had expected when she had come looking for her senior. Her quest had just began after all, and she had not expected it to be finished so soon, nor in such a way. Her senior, a girl a few years older, was on her back, legs spread wide, as a cave toad hammered into her exposed and cum covered pussy with reckless abandon. The poor girl was lovely, and while not the 'sexiest priestess', still had a number of suitors that she had turned away for dedication to the gods. Now, under the fat cock of a cave toad, she looked like she found a new calling. One of a breeder for these awful creatures. Her heavy breasts bouncing, ankles flopping uselessly in the air as the creature bore down with all the might and power it could.

Ryla, flustered, and unused to such displays, only stood in shock and awe. And this is when Scar chose to strike. Striking from behind like an assassin, Scar grasped Ryla from behind, lifting up her skirt to barb her several times, as he dragged her back into the tunnels. He didn't want to share his catch.

Ryla was shocked by the sight, so much that she only gave out a high pitched squeak as she felt a sudden rush of pain against her legs, her skirt pushed up to reveal virgin white panties. "Please, wait!" She cried, even as heat rushed into her nethers , her nipples already pressing tight against the front of her gown. Scar didn't of course, lifting up her skirt further, he shoved his digits inside of her panties, grasping at her pussy as he thrusted his digits into her unused womanhood. Perhaps Ryla would have protested further, but a tongue shooting into her mouth quickly silenced her. The poor young priestess' heart fluttered, as thoughts of her first kiss, and how good it felt flitted over her mind. Flustered, she only gave a slight moan of protest as her back met with the cool stone of the cave walls. By now scar's webbed digits were already covered in Ryla's virgin juices, but the creature didn't stop. No, it only seemed to spur her on, as her eyes were wide. The poor girl didn't know what to do, seemingly at the cave toad's mercy.