Though difficult to do in such a situation, Myria nevertheless kept a cool head. She considered the matter carefully, and no matter how she looked at it, there was only one real option left. As the third toad closed in on Cecilia, Myria turned away, grabing Dew by the shoulder.
"Dew, we have to go," she whispered. The elve's eyes widened in shock.
"What are you talking about! Go where?"
"Shhh! Not so loud!" Myria hissed. "Away. We have to leave."
"You...You can't be serious. This sin't funny Myria, we have to-."
"Listen to me!" Myria snapped, grabbing Dew tightly by her shoulders and forcing the elf to look at her. "Say we do somehow manage to save her. Then what? She's so full of poison she'll betray us at the first sight of a fucking cock! By the time the venom faded, they'd be all over us! Without Cecilia fully armoured, we'd be fucked the first time we try and fight more than two toads. We have to go."
"But..." Dew winced as a sudden scream of pain from Cecilia quickly turned to one of pleasure as the third cave toad took her virgin ass, defiling her completely. "But, we can't just leave her," Dew whimpered.
"You think I want to do this? Cecilia knew the risks. She wouldn't want us captured too because of her. For her, we have to go." Though likely true, Myria had no idea if the virtuous Cecilia would have wanted that. She would never admit it, not even to herself, but Myria was deathly afraid. She spoke the truth, if they tried to help, they likely wouldn't survive a retreat let alone an offensive, becoming enslaved to the toads and used as breeding slaves, and they would enjoy every damn second of their warty cocks pounding into them. The mere thought sent a shiver through her spine.
Fortunately, her speaking of Cecilia's moral virtue was evidently enough, the duelist watching as the last resistance to the plan crumbled in Dew's eyes. The mage gave a single, mournful nod, tears pricking her face.
"It's what she would have wanted," Myria assured her as she carefully led Dew away, wincing as another pleasured moan sounded from Myria's stuffed mouth, the last thing she would hear from her former companion.
Aftermath
Dew returned to th elven homeland a changed woman. She cloistered herself in a mage's tower amongst countless others of her kind, spending the rest of her days amongst others of her kidn, studying and researching spells. Yet, late at night, when she was all alone, she would wake in a cold sweat. Pleasuredscreams from that cave so long ago ringing in her ears while tears of shame pricked here eyes.
Of Myria no one was sure. The duelist vanished after returnind Dew to her homeland, likely to escape the retribution of Cecilia's furious family. RUmours say she became an assasin, others that she drank herself into a stupour out of a hidden shame, whoring herself out for another bottle. But in the end, no one was ever sure.
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