What befits a king?

Gorgmoth's eyes were rolling with pleasure, his breaths deep but the ace quickening. His prize, his ****, the woman once known as “Susan Richards” was a magnificent beauty. Her piercing blue eyes would gaze into his own -unfazed by how different they were- she was undoubtedly his greatest conquest. . A great moan escaped his throat as the waves of ecstasy were building into something too powerful to stop.

“HALT” he bellowed, his entire body was tensed, on the verge of eruption.

Susan, who had been licking the head of his penis- she was afraid to try to fit into her mouth- looked up at her new master, confused.

“What's wrong, my lord... what have I done wrong?”

“Nothing wrong, and everything right.” He growled. His cock was throbbing, pulsing and his thighs bucking – so close to release it seemed to have a mind of its own, demanding completion.

“****, you have have done wonderfully. But I am a king, and my seed demands a proper vessel for so precious a commodity... such is why your ass, lowly ****, while sweet and exquisite – and your mouth, a gift from ancient gods... is marvelous...

It is your womanhood I desire release in. For I will grant you the gift of being filled with my essence, of impregnation, to birth me heirs. Human ****... this is how you will earn your new name.”

Susan paused and looked at Gorgmoth staring at her. She didn’t mind it, she welcomed it even. The thought of being bred by this beast was something... it was something... she couldn't find another word for it. It was hot. Something about the idea of being filled by his seed, something about the idea of it being the final step away...outside...beyond what she was before. Never-mind that it didn’t seem like it could ever work. She wanted it, She wanted to be FILLED by it, to have cum dripping out of her because there was no room left for any more to go in.

And if she was actually bred? Somehow impregnated despite the differences in biology and carrying the offspring of this beast?

So much the better.

The thoughts were intoxicating.

Energizing.

Susan found herself not only wet, but practically dripping at the thought.

She slowly stood up. “Nothing would be better.” Despite all these thoughts, she surprised even herself with how forward she was.

Gorgmoth's cock was ridged as steel with the expectation of what was to come, pre-cum already oozing. As she straddled herself over his cock, preparing to lower herself down his great webbed hands wrapped themselves around her buttocks, guiding her.

“Slowly... please...” She moaned.

As the head of his shaft entered her, pushing slowly, but firmly, relentlessly onward she flashed back to her previous life. Her former lover, her former mate was a man of great powers of size change... and of course they had used this power for sex. But he had never changed himself into this. Never pushed her this far beyond what she had ever had before. He would have thought it was some kind of debasement, or a perversion. And she would have never asked for this, fearing some kind of judgment.

“Oooooo....uuuunnnggghhh” Already her body was beginning to respond.

The shaft just seemed to keep going in. And certainly its girth... never had she had anything like it. It was a mix of the slight pain and pleasure and the promise of incredible reward...

And that was Gorgmoth's way. The Frog-Lords way. He didnt judge her for this. No, he was the provider for this...

“Aaaaaaahhhhhnnnnggg! Uh! Uh! Uuunn....”

As he squeezed her ass, and lowered her down, Gorgmoth began doing something a Frog-man excelled at- his tongue rolling out of his mouth and down to her clit.

And there she sat for a moment – finally with his engorged tool buried within her, her body already accepting this foreign invaders size and adjusting itself, her ass squeezed, and and her clitoris delightfully assaulted. She sat in pure ecstasy for a moment.

And then the Frog-Lord began to thrust. Powerful thighs kepy from an evolutionary line of jumping had their greatest use for the Frog-Lord now, pounding this blond ****'s pussy as it had never been before. The kind of lust only a primal, ancient, impossible being such as he could provide. And that seemed to just turn him on more. To engorge him more, to thrust deeper, harder and faster.

Ahhh! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Uhhhhhhh! She wailed – the sound filled this strange little pooled chamber and must have been heard outside it. She didnt care. She loved it. She loved the feeling of being pounded like some 'porn star slut' as her old mate would have said.

Her nipples hard and pointed, Gorgmoth freed his hands from her ass and began to play with them. There was no worry of her slipping away- so far was his rod embedded in her he could have stood up and walked and she wouldn’t have fallen.

Yeeee-eeeeeehhhhh-eeesssss she screamed. It was too much for her. Wave after wave of orgasm took her. He body shaking violently, her tight pussy his cock, her thighs clenched around his, seizing up and locking his into place.

Her body shuddering, the shrieks, moans, wails of pleasure the Frog-Lord came. He let out a roar of his own as his prick unleashed his potent load. His ejaculate, his seed entered her, filling her.

And the sensation of his coming, the warm ooze inside of her, filling her... fertilizing her... it was too much again. And a new wave of passionate orgasms rocked Susan's body.