She chooses Ashtara

Gorgmoth looked down at his **** running her fingers over his member and testicles -a blissful feeling building up his own urges.

“What say you, ****? I will give you this choice to your future.”

Susan regarded the question for a moment, her head tilting to the side as she gave it some thought.

“I will become Ashtara.”

The Shaman looked at her and regarded the statement. “Why?”

“Because it's the right thing to do. If humanity has been the one through ancient and forgotten wars, and through modern day pollution and environmental catastrophe the bring the Frog people to the edge of extinction isn’t it only right only fair that humanity works to bring it back from the brink?

I was a heroine before, and even though my circumstances, my goals, my very drive has changed, I will still be a heroine. I am happy to bear as many young as my masters sees fit to give me... for in truth...”

She paused as she regarded Gorgmoth's form and equipment. Paused in her strange new captivation of it...

“I suspect I will become a queen of pleasure anyway.”

“What say you, Shaman? Will the Gods accept this?” Gorgmoth hissed as Susan kept playing with his member. He was engorged now, fully erect.

“Fuck her, breed her, fill her with your seed my lord, and I will collect what I need from you after your union to see what She-With-A Thousand-Young says.

“Gladly!” Gorgmoth croaked.

“Good Gods, yes!” Susan exclaimed “I’ve been waiting all morning to go again!”

Susan had never been so horny so eager for sex her entire life. She loved it. The expectation, the urge and the lust.

She was in heat.

And as she ran her tongue slowly up her masters turgid member, he was too.

They fucked like animals.

In a single swift motion he both stood up, and turned both himself and Susan around, bending her over so that her arms lay on the soft cushion of the throne. His tongue came out of his mouth slowly, carefully, but with purpose all the same. Finding the purchase it was looking for, and sliding itself just as slowly and carefully along the inside of her womanhood.

One long, continuous LICK.

Susans keens began to tremble from just this **** alone, and as the tip of his tongue played and danced with her clitoris, her knees buckles as she came to orgasm, her moans filling the room.

The Shaman and two guards watched as Gorgmoth grabbed her breasts in his webbed hands, both playing with her nipples and supporting her as her knees buckled.

Even the human **** girls watched on with at first a sad , hopeless revulsion that began to give into something else as the Frog Lord mounted his blond ****. His phallus filling her, his great croaky groans filling the air, spliced together with her own high pitched squeals.

The guards were on duty.

The **** girls had been selected specifically for Gorgmoth.

Maybe it was the the sounds of their passion.

Maybe it was the sight of it.

Maybe it was the smell of it.

Maybe it was all the hormones in the air.

Or maybe it was the will of dark Gods from pre-human days.

But whatever the reasons, the guards threw down the own weapons, each taking a **** for themselves, tongues snapping out, stripping the girls down from what little they had on in seconds. -Treason? Thievery? The ideas didn’t matter, never once crossed into their minds.

The nude women, one with auburn hair, the other dark brown -both with ivory skin that marked them as having been daughters of privilege from their old tribes- squealed gleefully and removed the loin cloths from their amphibious paramours.

One couple emulated the king, the frog warrior taking his woman as she lay on all fours, himself now standing in the pond.

The other lay on his back as the dark haired beauty he had taken bounced on his throbbing cock.

Moans of pleasure, and of some pain filled the air. The air felt thick and hot, but there was an energy there, and electricity made potent by the sounds and smell of sex.

The shaman had re-lit the fire and gazed into t when not looking at the sights around him, and chanted.

His chanting became one with the groans, grunts, squeals, yelps and screams and in what seemed like an eternity at the height of his chanting he stopped, and all three toads erupted into orgasm, filling their partner with potent seed.

Susan and the two slaved had been FUCKED, and more than just fucked, bred.

The Shaman looked at the king.

“Forgive your guards for taking your slaves for themselves, for greater prizes await you. I have seen the path forward for your **** to earn her name, and it is something all the Gods are pleased with.”