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From: "celia batau" <pinataheart@bigplanet.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Tongue of Frog {celia batau} (fantasy)
Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 05:10:04 -0400
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hi everyone!

here is a new story. :)

note: copyright 2001 celia batau. you may copy this story for personal use
so long as the author's name and this note are retained. permission to copy,
distribute, or display this work is not given to any website which charges
access to it. permission to copy, distribute, or display this work is given
to "no charge" websites with written consent of author.

If you like this story or have any comments, please email us at
pinataheart@bigplanet.com.


-cb


tongue of frog
celia batau, (C)2002

The woods were thick and damp, a thousand tiny rivers running through the
leaves, over branches, down mossy trunks to the over-saturated earth below.
Eila climbed through it, bare feet tiptoeing through tangled roots and slimy
leaves until she reached her destination.

A pool. Pristine and clear. Its rippled surface hid its true depth, and
Eila, wary of most creatures that favored such pools, skirted its edge and
hopped across its narrow stream to where she had last seen her secret
friend.

"Have you made the promise?"

The familiar voice stopped her short. Bending down, she fingered through the
underbrush until she found him, the small frog with the bright glistening
skin and amber eyes.

"I have."

"Good."

The frog stretched a fragile hand forward and then another in an ungainly
walk to the water's edge. In all of Eila's years in coming to this place, in
all her fantasy-muddled daydreams of princes and fey, she had never quite
gotten used to this creature's strange ambulation.

Reaching a smooth stone, the tiny frog sat on its wet surface and faced the
girl.

"Get on with it then."

Eila licked her lips. This was something she'd imagined and re-imagined over
the years, but had held back from. There was something unsettling about the
promise, and the gift that came with it. But this was her last spring before
leaving home, and if she didn't promise now, she might never have the
chance.

So sliding down onto her knees, Eila placed the flats of her hands on the
slippery bank of the pool and lowered her lips to the tiny creature's
surface.

Cold.

Wet.

Soft.

Smooth.

Delicious.

Eila, her eyes closed, found herself focused on the surface against her
lips. The cold warmed to her touch and a gentle pressure urged her up and
back, the wetness forming a pleasant cement between the two. Soon, she was
up on her knees, and the softness was moving through her, filling every
pore.

Then before she realized it, smooth hands cupped her face, and the wonderful
focus of this moment parted and a tongue passed through, greeting hers.
Fingers pulled at her clothing, and Eila found herself helping. Nude, she
reached out and found skin much like her own. Arms much like her own. Back
much like her own. Breasts much like her own. Hips much like her own.

"Shh. Keep your eyes closed."

Eila's mind reeled. But the mouth that had tasted hers was now tasting her
chin, her throat, her sternum. The creature's hands slid down her belly and
fingers nudged at her thighs. Sighing, her body responded, parting the limbs
slightly then moving her hands over the creature's shoulders to the long
thick hair of its head as the mouth found her breast.

"I can't."

"Shh. The promise."

Eila's hips began to move. Slowly, with fragile little steps, not so
ungainly as her partner's, they began to rock. Thighs clamped over hand,
they pressed against the intimate touch as Eila panted.

"The gift."

"Forever."

She bit her lip as her reeling mind unraveled into the wonder growing within
her. The creature shifted, and Eila followed. Her knees slipped roughly over
the stones and into the water. Her partner's face lifted to hers and they
kissed again as they slipped downward into the pool. Eila's hands had now
found its hips and one moved lower to return the pleasure.

"The gift."

"Is yours."

Eila's toes slipped over the bank and they were free. Legs spread wide, hair
fanned across the surface, the two circled to the center, circled each
other, circled into each other until the woods began to fade. Her years of
innocence had just ended. Her years of knowledge had just begun.

Forever.


celia batau's story site: http://www.myplanet.net/pinataheart/.

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