In the fire the Gods spoke

Scrogaagh looked at her up at her lord and his play thing. “What is your wish to know of first?” Her voice was a raspy hiss, one that made a listener think that perhaps she was of the lizard or serpent folk rather than a frog with their characteristic loud and booming voices.

“Tell me of her. I must know... everything.”

“As you wish. She is yours. The alchemy I've weaved, the potion I've concocted from the roots of our trees, and your twin essences was potent, more so than even I could have imagined it would be. The roots of the borala was the key which opened the gate of her mind's eye. But it was your poison med with it that pushed her mind past, and showed her the way, and your seed, when mixed with these and those other things which only I may know are what put you in the vision of her minds eye. From there, Great Lord, it was herself which drove her to you. I cannot know what happened in her dream exactly – but the Gods say that my potion tapped primal urges and lusts... that we brought out the 'beast of her self' as she might call it in the same way we look to her as “beast men” on the outside.

And by doing so, freed her to be the beast she always needed to be...”

Gorgmoth stroked Susan’s' hair. She began to stir from her slumber, and groggily the splayed herself out over the frog lord's stomach, her head and arms coming to rest on his pectorals.

“So much of this I have delightfully experienced already, shaman. Will she be loyal? Will she require more of this concoction to maintain her... enthusiasm?”

“I do not believe so- the spurned human Goddess Derketo has heeded our call saw to it to enrapture her to you, and indeed the paths she has run in her dreams are not one easily ran back- for on a level that was invisible to her she was trapped by her old life, and you are the hero who has brought her release. And Derketo has seen fit to bind her to you in lust and ecstasy.”

Susan was awake now, listening.

“I need no potion to continue this, Gorgmoth.” She sounded fiery and defiant. “Your priest is right – I know now how my past was a trap. A lie I thought I loved but was the construction of a world around me steering me into directions beyond my control. But this...”

She rubbed hands over her body, from her breasts down to her vulva.

“Was made for THIS.”

She reared back and grabbed Gorgmoth's cock in her hand – by now flaccid and hanging from the seriousness of the meeting- and it erupted into hardness in her hands.

“I am pleased shaman. Very pleased. I will admit to you that this plaything has in a short time become dear to me... and I much prefer the thought of her being willing than to having to seize her and **** myself upon her... I enjoy the tribute of her willingness.”

Susan climbed down and sat at the frog lords feet, massaging, playing with his genitalia. It seemed as much for his pleasure as hers, and a suitable symbol of her dedication.

Scrogaagh looked on, and a smile crossed her face. “Such is the way of Derketo.”

“But a play thing is not enough. What of my seed within her? Have the fires told you anything?”

“So much, my king, so much. Dagon and the Hydra see fit to bless us with seed that may bind itself to a human, but they seemed to have refused us -or do not have the purview- to grant us any others. Shub-Niggurath -she who dances- blesses your union, and in particular smiles on your **** for the paths she has crossed with so little prodding. Your **** is fertile, and if she is not already to be the mother of your spawn she very soon will be. Shub-Niggurath and Derketo are both entertained by your dance with the ****, of its tabooness and the obscenity of your union in the eyes of the humans who spurned their worship in the ages of the past. So dance, my king. Dance with her more and bring the blessings of those Goddesses upon us, the blessing of more unions, and our salvation.”

“Salvation?” Susan asked.

The king and the shaman exchanged glances, but slowly Scrogaagh nodded, giving her consent.

“Yes.” The Frog-Lord spoke. “Salvation.”

He let out a groan as she continued to play with his engorged member.

“If I had not just seen into your secret places and made them known, I would never trust you, despite how much pleasure you bring my lord.” said Scrogaagh. “The world has changed ****. We as a race remember the time when we were already old, and humanity was young- itself just a strange variety of hairless, comely even then – a strange object of lust to may races. A time when many species the march of mankind rendered extinct still roamed. When the serpents still walked in Valusia, or and other great races made their home on this world.

We were able to hide here in this secret pocket, a rump state of our former glory, but so much safer here than what happened elsewhere in the world, even after humans finally arrived. And here in this place of heat surrounded by ice a balance was struck between the many peoples, humans included. And for tens of thousands of years, through cold epochs and warm ones we have been able to remain, even if reduced.

But the balance has changed. Human mutants have been appearing and coming here, upsetting that balance. We could weather that storm if it was that alone, but the air even here slowly become poison... water, even here, more unclean and we... are very susceptible to crisis from changes in nature.

The eggs laid in spawning pools were beginning to not hatch, and those that did hatch were nearly all male. Something changed, and we were looking at finally joining so many other great races in the void of extinction.

So we acted. I looked deeply into the fire. I pursued ancient and forbidden texts written by the hands of ancients be they Frog, Human, or other and made pacts with ancient and forgotten gods, and we paid the blood price. Our women as a whole could no longer reproduce, and to find the power to overcome this... a sacrifice was needed.” The shaman had begun pacing about in front of them. Susan had actually stopped stroking Gorgmoth's phallus and was clinging to the shaman's words.

“What did you do? White blood price did you pay” The blond asked.

“Tell me, ****. Aside from me, have you seen any Frog-Women? Have you heard the crocks and chirps of Frogs calling out and romancing or competing with each other in the night?

I can tell you the answer to that before you can think it. That answer is no.

The answer in the fires was that to go on we had to bind ourselves to another race, and the price of this binding was the blood of our women, save for me.” The shaman squatted, staring into the spawning pool.

“When my warriors found you ****, was on the close of our first great hunting season for women of every race in the savage lands. We had done this ritual knowing we were doomed if we did nothing, and doomed if we failed, but the portents were good – but gave us no indication as to who, or what would be able to receive us. But...” The Frog-Lord paused... “It seems you were the portent we waited for...”

Susan's face went pale. “Was it worth it? Will it work?” Susan was a new woman, uninhibited from her former life – but as driven by lust and passion as she might be now, the kernel of her being that was heroin, that cared for others, the repressed, the down trodden couldn't be denied- though the object of her efforts had certainly changed. An ancient race on the brink of extinction? Even without any of the past... how many days had it been? She couldn’t have stood idly by. She would have had to do something...

She turned her head to face Gorgmoth, and looked up, and began running one hand over his thighs, and with the other used her finger to run down the length of his manhood.

“I will do anything to help... I couldn't let you slide into extinction, not with everything that's happened, and not knowing that my people are so responsible for it...”

“Well Shaman?” Gorgmoth looked at Scrogaagh. “Was it worth it?”

“Indeed, my king. The portents are clear – when ever she does spawn, great Yig has seen fit to guarantee them great power. Her blood is strong, and her power is great and her powers will manifest in her spawn in many ways beyond what even she can do. I don't know what form they will take, other than one of them will become my student and successor...

Great Yig has seen fit to to take us as his new favored children. Searching as he has for so long for successors to his serpent-men of old, what few dregs of them left being incompetent degenerates from their former glories.

And even great Tsathoggua, the great toad who has been our traditonal master begins to wake again after his long slumber, and promises to make it clear how his blessings and power can be won again by us.”

Gorgmoth smiled, and as Susan continued to stroke his cock he played with her golden hair. “And what of her name shaman? Are the Gods pleased to tell us, to leave it to us, or shall she just be called '****'?

“That, my lord, the Gods differ on it. The different Gods want different things, and some of the Gods want a tribute out of her. For her to take a certain name, and to assume a certain path.

Derketo, queen of pleasure desires a priestess-queen in her honor. She wants the **** to assume the name Derketo, and to become a queen of pleasure and lust at your side. A symbol of the importance she is determined to once more have.

Shub-Niggurath also wishes to claim her as a queen, to be named Ashatar. She cares not if your **** reigns with you as queen, but for the functions of Shub-Niggurath ceremonies she will certainly preside. The Goddess will grant the **** with many, many young... “

“And the others?” Gorgmoth moaned as Susan continued to both listen and play.

Dagon and Hydra care for us like an aunt or uncle, but view her of little specific consequence. Yig and and Tsathoggua have greater plans centered on you, my king...