The disgusting, slimy, wart covered tongue stayed inside the prince at all times and never stopped moving. Not even for a moment. He was constantly trapped stuck helpless in the pool of cum inside the revolting toad's belly. Completely submerged in the fowl stuff. Forever drowning in it while being fed oxygen directly to his system by the tongue.
After the first pool of cum, Johnathan had noticed something strange. It was as if he could taste the cum on his skin. Another cruel power the Toad King had bestowed on its bride. It wasn't an ability Johnathan wanted in the best of circumstances. With every new cum bath he received, his skin became more and more sensitive to the flavor and he detected ever more repugnant details to his surroundings. He was now even better at tasting with his skin than he was with his mouth, though it seemed that was also getting more refined.
It took his skin about an hour to fully absorb each cum load. He could feel his pores drinking it in slowly. As if his body was severing the flavor against his will. But before it could all enter him, the Toad King's cock would suddenly slide back into its own throat. Violently thrusting up between Johnathan's legs and arms to torment him and refill his bath.
At the best of times, the constant moving of the tongue was only horrible, but when the Toad King fucked, it was unimaginable. It deep-throated him with vigor. It thrummed like a machine against his prostate. It pistoned through his asshole. It rotated with warty bumps inside his urethra. And it danced inside his bladder. It never stopped, but when the Toad King fucked, everything moved faster and harder, activating his arms and legs to automatically masterbate the enormous cock in spastic movements with his entire body.
He didn't know how long he'd been inside the Toad-King's stomach now. Time had long since become an abstract notion with no definition. All he knew was this dark, warm and sticky existence. The texture of the Toad King's innards. The taste of toad cum. It seemed that this was his life now.
He didn't quite know if he slept or not. If he did, this cum dump was the only thing he ever dreamt of. The sound of sloshing goo and the rhythmic thump of the Toad King's heart was the only sounds he heard.
This may have lasted a week. It may have lasted a month. Johnathan didn't know. All he knew was that he couldn't stand this disgusting and overly stimulating existence any more and that there was no way to escape. He feared he'd stay this way forever. It was a miracle he hadn't gone mad yet. Or had he? He certainly would in time.