Chapter 110 Stutter.
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.
"Fffffffuuuuuuuuuucckkkk!" she cried as the realization triggered a body-wracking wave of ecstasy.
She bounced atop the wug’s mouth. Her tits heaved and slapped against her ribcage as her bottom and her thighs slapped against the wug’s wide, froggy face.
She rode out the pleasure atop his mouth, his big head nuzzling and slurping her, her desire spilling back onto him.
She twisted atop his slimy body, reversing herself as his hands reached around to cradle her ass, anchoring her as Ava reached for that primordial pink cock.
"Rrrrrrooooarkkkk!" the wug chief croaked, his belly turning pink and his throat swelling with excitement.
Ava grasped his slimy cock in both hands and, with great urgency, began to messily suck the amphibian’s cock. Her head bobbed to the rhythm of the drums.
The wug chief resumed licking her, only now it was from behind and his tongue lapped at her crack and the soft knot of her asshole with as much lust as he licked her cunt.
She savored each swipe of his tongue and moaned around his cock.
Their mutual pleasure flowed to the drumbeats. Ava could sense every inhibition dropping away. The women and wugs around her gasped, moaned, and croaked with pleasure.
It was a strange chorus of ecstasy. It felt like it was all part of a single composition and Ava and Croark had the lead performance.
"Mmmmmmm! Oh, chief! Your cock... it tastes so delicious!" she gasped between wanton slurps, blood rushing to her head, making her feel like she was floating.
"Only half as sweet... roaaaark... as your luscious hindquarters, my lovely elf," Croark replied as he squeezed and spread her ass and furiously licked at her clit.
The beating grew louder and louder. Croark began to thrust his cock into Ava’s mouth, poking at her throat, but so slimy he never gagged her.
Ava moved atop him, bouncing her ass against his froggy face. Writhing against his tongue.
Moaning around him as she approached the brink. His croaks of pleasure vibrating into her. Adding to her own peaking pleasure. Building and echoing. Gurgling on his cock.
Then, with a series of thumps from the drums, Ava came again and this time, with her orgasm, a pulsating torrent of oily wug cum burst into her mouth.
It was more than she could hope to swallow, but she tried. Gulping again and again, sucking with her pleasure, drinking the intoxicating seed of the wug.
Feeling the heat of it in her belly and only craving more. Drunk on his cum, sliding his cock from her mouth with his seed dripping from her chin, Ava began to laugh.
"You feel it," Croark looked down at her as his hands reached around her hips and stroked her abdomen. "Throbbing in your belly. You are ready now, my beautiful Rorrupa. Do you feel the throb of your womb?"
Ava reached her own hands down her slender abdomen and pressed just above her mound.
She could feel it. Drumming inside her. Fertile. Her body was fertile. That seemed dangerous to her, but at the moment, fully in the heat of the wug’s grotto, it was the furthest worry from her mind.
"Oh... Oh f-fuck," Ava panted. "I doooo..."
"You want it in you, don’t you?" the frogman croaked.
"Oh g-gods yes," Ava breathed.
"Then it is agreed."
"Huh? B-but I ah!"
Ava gasped as she suddenly slid down off Croark’s face, her breasts brushing his cock, his slick form sending her headfirst into the pool.
She emerged with a gasp, shaking her head, blinking rapidly, only to squeak in surprise as she felt Croark’s webbed hands grasp her hips, push her forward and onto the slick rocks of the pool.
Ava slid up them, gripping them, her rump surfacing, legs parted as Croark loomed behind her, his eyes hot and ready.
Every part of Ava screamed for her to take the wug’s cock. To feel that primordial fuck stick deep inside her. To claim her fertile womb like the slut she was. Her cheeks burned.
Her womb ached to know his seed. Her thighs quivered and rocked back, rubbing herself against the chief’s tip as the drums pounded and beat and ached through her.
Only for the chief to slide his cock up, and instead plunge it into her puckered ass.
Ava’s cry of despair was brief, for the fullness of that inhuman cock plunging into her tight backdoor was more than enough compensation for her fertile womb to be spared. She felt the thickness of his wedged cock fill her. Stuff her. Impale her.
"Ooooh fuuuuuck!" Ava moaned as the wug chief began to rut her, pounding his massive cock into her tight backdoor, fucking in time to the thumping of the drums, driving her breasts into the smooth stone, her nipples rubbing the rock as she bucked back against him.
"Yes! Yes! Ooooh fuuuuck! Yesss! Fuck my elven assss! Pleeease! Need your cooooock!"
"Rurrup! So soft! Lovely mate," Croark moaned.
"Yes! Your mate! Oh fuck! Mate me! Fuck me! Fill me uuuuup!"
Croark groaned, pumping into her with ever greater urgency. His gut spanked her ass lewdly. His hips pounded into her. Ava clung to the rocks as waves of pleasure threatened to claim her. Sweep her away. But her grip was loosening. Her body primed.
"Yes! Yes! Oh gods yessssss!" Ava wailed, shuddering, tightening around Croark’s plunging cock as she was pushed beyond the brink of pleasure.
As her body trembled, surrendering to her need. As she came, shocks of ecstasy surging through her in sharp highs of bliss.
Her orgasm was met by Croark’s. The wug warbled, impaling his cock within her. It bulged, and into her tight backdoor he unleashed his pleasure.
Ava groaned as she felt his oily seed fill her, pumping into her in sharp bursts of pleasure, overflowing from her tight rump and into the water around her.
With a throaty moan, Ava sank against the stones, boneless, spent, used and fucked. Croark unsheathed his cock from her ass, and Ava quivered with expectancy for him to claim her pussy, but the wug merely flopped onto the stones beside her, drawing the lovely elf against him.
"Ooooh," Ava moaned, her plush breasts mashing against the wug’s chest. "Aren’t... ah... aren’t you g-gonna breed me?" she said.
"Rorrup," Croark croaked. "No, my lovely elf. If this were any other day, I would. I would fill your warm womb with young and your breasts with cream. I would milk you and breed you everyday like the Roorak you are. But I cannot."
"Ohhh, but you’re still hard," Ava moaned. "You totally could!"
Croark chuckled thickly. "I could. But you are claimed, Roorak. By one far greater than I."
"I am?" Ava said, blinking up at him.
"Yes. The mark of the Deep One is upon you. The Old One from the black sea beyond the stars. Criggalak."
Ava gasped, the name sending a jolt of lust through her. "C-Criggalak?"
"Yes. It is his idol you have found. He has marked you in your dreams, my lovely elf. And he has made it known his desire for you."
"O-oh," Ava breathed.
"His idol is the key, my elven lovely. Cousins of my tribe worshiped him, but were killed long ago, his idol lost. But it has emerged again, in time, and chosen you to bear him into this world."
"It has?" Ava said.
"Yes. Your dreams are but a marker for your future. You will bear Him, and with His coming, this city will flood, creating a mighty realm from which He might rule once more!"
"Flood?" Ava said, her brain fumbling through her breeding haze for that fact. It seemed important.
Wait...
Wait...
Ava’s eyes grew wide with shock. She gasped. "B-but, wait! New Larrin can’t flood! All my stuff’s here! My throw pillows. I’m not supposed to get them wet!"
"My dear," Croark croaked, chuckling. "You shall be His mother! A throne shall await you within His palace. Slaves and worshippers shall attend your every need. And then," Croark grunts, his webbed hand engulfing Ava’s well stuffed ass. "And then, I shall breed your womb."
That touch alone almost did Ava in. Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering as she felt the wug’s seed shift within her, filling her so wonderfully. Her lips parted in a moan, and Croark leaned down, pressing another kiss to her helpless lips.
Ava whimpered weakly as he kissed her, her thighs tightening, feeling her pussy ache with emptiness. She nearly gave in, but with a last sally of willpower pulled back, panting. "I... I have to g-go..."
"To summon Criggalak underneath New Larrin?"
"Huh?"
"We have sensed the rumblings in our home," Croark croaked. "The catacombs beneath the city reach the sea in many places. His catalyst seeks you, and stirs within, preparing for his coming. Do not worry, Roorak, we shall be safe when He rises."
"Uh, y-yeah! That. I gotta go and um... do that. You guys uh, take care. Right? I’ll um... Y-yeah."
Blushing, Ava pulled herself out of the pool, her bum wiggling as she managed clamber over the slick stones.
She frantically kept her eyes averted from the lewd scenes taking place all around the chamber, fumbling into her clothing even as she hopped towards the doors. She had to get out of here! New Larrin was at stake!
She only hoped it wasn’t too late.