Cecilia's yelling attracts trouble.

“It’s perverted, monstrous!” Cecilia yelled. “It is vile and debased, an insult to the gods, who made us so that man and woman could lie together perfectly!”

“And what would you know about that?” Myria snapped.

For a moment, Cecilia was taken aback, blushing and fuming silently. But then she rallied, driven on by anger and righteousness.

“What you’ve done is wrong! You should do penance! To do such twisted, depraved things… you’re as bad as the Cave Toads!”

Myria slapped her, hard across the cheek. Cecilia lapsed into a stunned silence.

“Now listen, you stuck up prude,” Myria said, her voice cold and furious. “Dew and I were full to the ears with Toad venom, and so horny we couldn’t think. We needed release, and we gave it to each other. But I’m not sorry it happened! It was fun, and I might do it again! I like Dew, and I’m glad I made her happy! And if two friends can’t help each other in your goddess’s eyes, then she can shove it up her clenched cunt!”

There was a pause. Myria panted with rage, making her bare breasts bounce. Dew blushed; she was shocked by her friends argument, and worried that what had already been said would tear the group apart. But what Myria had said about her gave her a warm glow of happiness. And, although it could be the remaining Toad venom, the sight of her naked friend angrily defending her was enough to turn her on.

Cecilia’s mouth opened, ready to deliver a bellow of pious fury… but it never came. Instead, all that issued from her throat was a low moan. She stumbled forwards, falling to her knees as she began to pull at her clothing. Behind her, her companions could see a large, scarred Cave Toad, which must have been tracking her since they left her alone, and had homed in on her preaching. It grinned, and licked its lips with its prehensile tongue as it examined the exposed bodies of the beautiful women in front of it.

On Cecilia’s back was an arc of small, bloody punctures where the Elder Cave Toad had struck, pushing all its clawed fingers into her unarmoured flesh to inject her with an overwhelming dose of its potent venom. A part of Myria wondered if her attitude to lesbianism might change with the aphrodisiac making her desperate for pleasure. But most of the duellist’s mind was occupied with how she and Dew could fight the Toad while unarmed and naked…