Chapter 108 Wug.
"Oh... oh my," Ava breathed. She took a stumbling step, amazed at the sight and seeming calmness of the women.
Those who were awake sipped a milky liquid from cups made of shells. They had glazed, drunken looks on their faces and smiled dully as Ava stepped closer.
The drumming was much louder here, though Ava couldn’t see any instruments. The thumping seemed to beat through her and into her core. She felt a throb in her depths. A heat answering each rhythmic thud with a sudden pulse.
"Want a drink?" one of the women asked, holding her cup out to Ava. "The nectar is really delicious. You should have some."
Ava took the woman’s cup and looked within. The milky liquid was thicker than she had expected. It had a faintly alcoholic aroma and a nutty, spicy scent. When she looked up she was surprised to see a pair of wugs approaching one of the human women.
The woman, a particularly busty and pale-skinned brunette, cooed with delight as the wugs began caressing her body. Applying glistening oil to her shoulders, neck, and then her breasts.
Their webbed hands hefted the woman’s tits and her fat nipples began to bead with milk. The wugs croaked and gestured to this.
One of them continued to fondle her, even leaning down to lick at the milk with a long pink tongue. The other scrambled over to a stone table and retrieved a wide wooden vessel. It placed this onto the woman’s lap and then moved behind her.
Together, the two wugs began to carefully squeeze the brunette’s laden breasts. The woman’s lips formed into a wordless oval of pleasure. Thick gushes of milk began to squirt into the wooden bowl with each squeeze. The woman’s moans grew louder with each spurt.
She parted her thighs and ran one hand over her untamed snatch peeking out from her loincloth.
She reached a hand under the kilt-like garment of one of the wugs and wrapped her fingers around the pink wedge of its cock. The amphibian’s throat swelled with pleasure and its abdomen went from pink to red.
Ava was beginning to understand the purpose of the wug’s obsession with human fertility.
There were creatures that used humans and elves for breeding, but these could be one-sided and unpleasant interactions.
The wugs were practically giving a spa treatment to this woman as she reclined on the couch, moaning and wanking both slippery wug cocks.
The movement of the milking wugs and the woman’s stroking hands somehow matched the rhythm of the distant drums. The sight combined with the thumping was almost enough to make Ava moan.
She bit her lower lip and glanced over at the wug that had brought her to this point. She could see a distinct bulge in his kilt. She didn’t want to get distracted by her lust, but her desire was suddenly almost overwhelming.
Her guide seemed to sense her indecision. He blinked at her and asked, "Rrrroorraaaroorrk?"
Ava nibbled on her lower lip with hesitation, but really, there was no need to hesitate. After all, she didn’t want to be rude. And she was, quite clearly, in their home. It wasn’t her place to disregard their sacred rituals.
"Alright," Ava said, taking up the shell. She tipped it to her lips, taking a sip, the creamy liquid pouring into her tongue and down her throat.
Smooth, cool, but strangely sweet. Ava moaned softly as she tipped it back further, drinking more, feeling the strange concoction fill her.
The thump of the drums seemed to grow louder. Stronger. They thrummed through her as she finished the cup, hiccuping. "Um, wow!" Ava said, handing back the shell. "That was good."
The wug who guided her seemed to smile. Did he smile? It was hard to tell. Their faces were so odd. Yet strangely attractive. That smooth skin looked so amazing. She wondered what it would feel like rubbing against her? Her naked body, specifically. Her warm, naked body...
The wug took her hand, tugging her on. Ava followed obediently, walking as if in a dream. The strange patterns carved on the walls seemed to move now.
Tentacles squirming and writhing around her, rippling as if she was looking at them under wavy clear waters. Her mouth fell open, her head moving about in awe as she took in the amazing sights.
She noticed suddenly they had stopped. They stood before a doorway carved in the stone wall. The sound of the sea was strong here, and without thinking, Ava walked through.
A grotto lay within. Around the edges of the room wugs cradled strange, thick-skinned drums between their legs, their webbed hands thumping them, a beat that seemed to echo in the hollow space beneath Ava’s stomach.
The waters glowed a strange, otherworldly blue light, its waves lapping at smooth rocks that dipped into the waters, its light washing over more carvings in the walls that seemed to swim and shift. But stranger still to her was the gigantic wug idling in the pool.
Resting up to his waist, his fat belly swelled out of the waters of the pool, his throat swollen with pleasure. Necklaces of seaweed draped him, hanging low, loaded with gems and fetishes that shone fitfully in the dark.
He sat on some smooth stone steps, his arms braced on the lip of the pool like he were reclining in a sauna. His large eyes opened slowly, and Ava felt a shock race from her core through to her head, her cheeks glowing with a blush at the sight of the fat frogman.
There were other women in the room. Women Ava hadn’t spotted at first.
They lay among reed mats, their legs parted, their breath coming in short, sharp gasps as wugs crouched between their legs, slowly thrusting their cocks into the willing women, whose large, heavy breasts swayed atop their chests as they were fucked, their heads resting in the laps of other women, ones who appeared already heavy with pregnancy.
Ava’s guide left her side, hurrying to the large frogman in the pool.
Bending over, he said something in his guttural tongue to the immense monster, who glanced at Ava with interest, making the elf blush even hotter.
His wide mouth smiled, something that seemed a bit unnatural for him. A human expression no doubt to set her mind at ease.
"Rooork. Well, greetings, Rorrupa. What a roooark, surprise."
"It is?" Ava said. "I mean, um... You’ve heard of me?"
The giant wug croaked with mirth. "Of course! My people have been watching you for a long time. It is not common we meet such a lovely specimen who treats us with such respect. Be at ease. Rooark. I am chief Croark. Please, join me."