Chapter 109 Filled.
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."
"Oh, um... okay. But I mean, where should I..."
Croark shifted in the waters as if to make space for her beside him. Ava hesitated, but she didn’t want to offend the chief’s hospitality.
He was very clearly very important, and Ava was a modern woman. Giggling softly, she nervously undid her shirt and pants, dropping them at the side of the pool.
"Rrrrk," Croark said, throat swelling anew. "Please, no need for formality. Clothes are not needed here. Of any kind. Great honesty can be found... without such things..."
"Alright," Ava said. She stripped away her panties, sliding them down the peach of her bum, much to the interest of the guards and Croark. But it was when her bra came off that the chief shifted in the waters, his large eyes taking in the elf’s firm, high breasts.
Ava stepped close to the pool, delicately dipping her toe into the oily water.
She gasped faintly at the warmth on her sensitive skin, biting her lip to suppress a moan as she slipped into the grotto’s wavy waters.
"Rooork. There. Isn’t that more comfortable?" Croark said.
"Yeah," Ava said, smiling happily as she wriggled her toes, squirming a little at how slick and oily the waters felt. Not unpleasant, though. In fact, it felt quite delightful.
"Good. I would hate for the Rorrupa to be uncomfortable. In truth, our waters are wonderful for the skin. Please, feel free to make use of it."
"It does feel good," Ava said.
"May I?"
"Of course," Ava said, having no idea what, exactly, Croark had just suggested, but found that she didn’t really care what he wanted to do.
She felt game for anything! Especially when his hands found her, his webbed fingers stroking her skin, spreading the warm, oily waters over her.
Ava moaned softly as she was drawn against the fat wug’s body, her bum resting against his side, her back drawn to his warm, pale belly.
"Mmm," Croark croaked. "There we are. Rorrupas love the feel of the oils."
"R-Rorrupa?" Ava sighed.
"Of course. It is a term of respect. Of those chosen by the gods to bear the loads of milk and eggs for wugs."
"O-oh," Ava giggled, licking her lips. "I’m um... I’m not here for that."
"Mmm. I understand. Not every woman who comes to us is. It’s more of a... roark, how do humans say it... term of endearment."
"Oh. Okay," Ava said, her eyes growing lidded, her shoulders rolling as Croark massaged her, his webbed fingers teasing all the tension out of her, what little there was.
It felt so good to be in the waters. So warm and relaxing to be near the fat wug. The drumbeats from around the room thrumming through her. "But I ah... I didn’t come for that..."
"No?" Croark croaked.
"Mmm. Nooo," Ava moaned. "I came... ah... came because I had... had some questions."
"What questions?" Croark said.
Ava giggled, feeling oddly bubbly and happy, though she couldn’t quite pin down why. "Wellll," she said, deciding to be coy. "A um... a friend of mine bought something from a pawn shop. It’s like... um, a kinda sculpture? Right? And I, er, my friend took it to my friend, who ah... is another friend, and she said that... um... um..."
"Do go on," Croark said throatily, his hands moving from her shoulders to her chest, cupping her generous teats. "This is... roark... fascinating..."
Ava blushed, arching subtly to push her breasts deeper into the wug’s large hands. Ooooh, he knew how to handle a pair of tits! "Um, right. I went to... I mean, my friend went to this friend, and she said... ah... she said that, um, that the sculpture was, like, um, weird. Right? Strange? And that maybe it was magic. And that maybe um, you might, I dunno, know more about it?"
"Hmmm. We know many artifacts that come from the sea," Croark croaked, his webbed thumbs rubbing the elf’s needy nipples, the charms around his throat softly jangling as Ava’s body rocked against his bulk.
The beat of the drums growing heavier. The panting, moaning of the women in the room growing louder. "Perhaps I do. Describe it for me. Or have your... rorrop... friend do it."
"N-no! No, I can doooo it," Ava groaned, her hips rising, her pussy tingling in the warm waters. "It’s um... it’s like, four tentacles all winding together. Right? Like, a statue. And it um... it’s tooootally special. I’ve been having some really... ah... really goooood dreams with it around."
The chief’s hands paused on her body. "Dreams?" Croark said.
"Y-yeah," said Ava, her eyes opening slightly as Croark pinched her nipples, the green of his hands nearly enveloping her plump breasts. "I had these dreams about... oooh... tentacles. And there was this big creature underwater. And he was pumping me full of this gooey liquid. I felt like... felt like..."
Description failed her. In fact, she forgot what she was saying, finding it increasingly difficult to focus as she became lost in the drumbeat and the pleasure of the wug’s hands upon her breasts.
"Felt like?" Croark rasped near her ear.
"Felt like... um..." Ava moaned. She felt the slimy sensation of the fat wug’s tongue just behind her ear. Sliding down her neck and curling to her shoulder.
She giggled and managed to ask, "Religious? But bad. Mmmmm. Can’t think of the word for that right now. Do you know of this... this sculpture? It might be linked to a murder. It’s very... very..."
She wanted to say ’important’ but not a lot seemed as important as the wug chief’s tongue sliding from her shoulder up to her cheek.
She turned to look at him and that long, pink tongue met her lips. Her mouth opened, surrendered. Her eyes fluttered to the thumping of the drums. Pounding in her core as she moaned around his thrusting tongue. So slimy. So exciting.
The only answers the wug seemed interested in providing were to questions about just what he wanted to do to a lovely elf’s body. Like, did he want to engulf her and pull her against him? Oh yes. Did he want to run his slimy tongue all over her chest, licking at her nipples and opening his froggy mouth so wide it engulfed each breast in turn? Absolutely. And did he want to pull her atop his face, spreading her thighs like he was opening a fruit and sucking the nectar from her cunt with evident relish?
That would be a resounding yes.
Ava cried out in ecstasy as Croark held her atop his face and thrust his tongue deep into her clutching cunt.
She had never found a tongue so incredible. It was so long and so powerful. Licking her everywhere. Croark clearly savored her flavor. He licked it up greedily and slurped with obscene relish.
Something stirred just beneath the waterline as the wug chief was sucking Ava’s quivering cunt. The chief’s cock! This pink serpent arose from the oily water. One-eyed and so wide it was almost a wedge. With nodules beneath the tip and ridges along the shaft, it looked prehistoric. The phallus of a living fossil.
The drumming seemed to grow more intense by the moment or maybe Ava was just becoming more in tune with the beating drums. Each thump reverberated in her tongue-stuffed cunt. In her ovaries. In her womb.
"RRRRrrrrrroooooarrrrk," rumbled the chief beneath her thighs.
She looked back at that primordial cock and felt a sense of purpose she had never known before. To have that cock inside her. To take it as deep as her body would allow. To be filled again and again by the potent seed of the wug chief.