Grim Fairy Tales | By : TheKinkFairy Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 31588 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Tags: M/M, Angst, Wet Dream, Non-Con, Oral, Anal, Rim, Fingering One-shot, Anthro.
Title: The Frog Prince
Author: TheKinkFairy
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This is the story of how the young prince was turned into a disgusting frog. Special thanks to Wanderlustmind and Yesi for being my wonderful Betas after a 3 year hiatus from writing anything! Your encouragement and support helped me through the rough times.
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The young prince was a wonder to behold; to his parents he shone like the sun—a brilliantly clever young man with the courage that bore his lineage, a fierce comprehension of the world he knew, and the understanding that he would one day be responsible for all that lay before him.
To his tutors, maids, and servants he was a patient boy who took the time to analyze any problem he was handed and come up with a plausible solution, and a kind master who never took advantage of his privileged birth and obvious social power.
To his subjects he was something of a romanticized figure. Every young girl and boy wanted to come to know the young prince and he became a coveted jewel to their imaginations. Every little girl sent him an imaginary invitation to her latest posh tea party or sophisticated soirée. He was the head of every boy’s military and orchestrated epic battles in the span of neighborhood alleyways, or he was included in their hunting games as they rode birch branch steeds in pursuit of the rogue stag that looked strangely similar to the butcher’s German Sheppard.
The young prince shone in every man, woman, and child’s heart as a glimmering piece of pride and happiness, except for the old crone who lurked on the outskirts of the kingdom; the happiness that the young prince inspired in the people around him made her want to retch and curse the very Gods that conspired to create such a loathsome creature. In time she devised a plan which would rip the prince’s future away from him and tarnish him so that no other human would ever again look upon his countenance and smile.
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It came as a shock to everyone involved when the prince began to whimper about terrible night terrors that plagued him and left him shaking with fear, unable to get a decent night’s sleep. It first happened a few weeks before his 16th birthday and inaugural ceremony where he would have to choose his future wife. The King and Queen eased his nerves by telling him that he was merely nervous about the upcoming celebration and that once it was over and done with and his future bride chosen, he would no longer suffer from these horrible dreams that troubled him so.
That night, however, his dreams became even worse.
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The prince was walking down a dark corridor that he didn’t recognize. He felt the walls and pulled his hand away in shock as they came away sticky and wet with an unseen substance that made a shiver run down his spine. He could see a dim light illuminating the far end of the passage and began to walk faster, but the light only seemed to grow farther away the faster and harder he tried to get to it.
Suddenly he heard a wet suctioning sound in the darkness above him and was seized by terror. There was a monster in the darkness and if he didn’t, couldn’t, reach the light it would consume him.
He ran as fast as his lithe legs could take him. The damp air in the corridor made his light blonde hair heavy with sweat and it clung to his face; he dare not look behind him in fear that the monster would overtake him and it would all be over. He screamed soundlessly in the darkness as the light faded and the shadows over took him. He stumbled over upturned cobles and rock and hit the floor with a wet thud. He was alone in the darkness with the monster and it was upon him in a flash. Slimy wet fingers encircled his slender neck and there was a weight upon his slim back. He gasped a last breath before the fingers around his neck tightened and the weight upon him crushed down and he was no longer able to breathe.
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The prince awoke screaming and his nurse maid rushed in to see what the commotion was all about. He was still blinded by the terror that had gripped him in the dream and didn’t realize that she was trying to help him; all he heard in her worried cries were wet sucking noises and her touch was as slimy as bog moss. When she tried to clutch him to her motherly bosom he launched himself over the side of the bed and hid in the corner crying and quaking with fear.
When he had finally calmed down the maid examined him to the best of her abilities and was sent into a state of shock by the markings upon his neck and back: suction marks around his throat and collar bone which could not be explained, and a deep purple bruise on his lower back as if someone had jumped on the poor prince. She immediately took him to the infirmary where he would receive better care.
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The prince was to remain in his chambers until a time when the healers saw fit. The King and Queen reluctantly agreed and encouraged their son to get well soon and try not to worry about preparations for the ceremony; for they would take care of everything while he was recovering and in two weeks time he would be betrothed to his future queen with nary a worry in sight.
The prince lay back with resignation. It’s true he was worried about the ceremonies and the day when he might meet his future Queen but it had been in his thoughts before and had never affected him so; it was much like a problem his tutors might give him, where he had to scour his mind for the possible ins and outs of the question to find the most likely solution, and he could come up with nothing. It irked him to no end and finally he gave in to the inevitable: sleep.
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The prince found himself walking through a dark wood; the sparse sun beams that flitted through the full branches barely illuminated his path through the forest. The trees soon became thicker and the path disappeared in the brush and debris of the forest. The prince was forced to delve into the deep recesses of the wood and forge his own path through the bushes and timber. He suddenly felt his foot give way beneath him; his arms went out in a frantic attempt to steady himself but he was already falling into the deep unmarked well that had somehow appeared under his delicate feet.
His screams reverberated against the walls of the well and taunted him in grim mocking echoes of his pathetic cries as he fell endlessly into the darkness. His body twisted as he fell and his limbs scraped against the sides of the well, his silk shirt and skin ripping away with the force of his body grinding against the rough stones of the well. His body was at the mercy of the stone well, the wind, and gravity itself all playing with him as if her were a child’s doll. He soon felt the inevitable approach of the end: he sensed that the bottom of the well wasn’t far and though it was out of sight in the complete darkness the scent of the air changed. The air was thick and wet deep in the well; moldy, putrid, and suffocating. He knew there had to be water in the bottom of the well, he only hoped that it would be deep enough to cushion his body and not shallow so his body would be broken and lost in the darkness.
He took a painful gasp of tainted air before the final impact; his arms and legs had been rendered useless through contact with the wall. His body was already wracked with pain and as he hit the frigid water with a smack he knew what agony was. The shock of the impact made him open his mouth and scream, sour water entered his mouth and nose, burning the soft tissues inside his nose and behind his eyes, He writhed and twisted his body and used the little strength he had to kick and tread the disgusting water, his head breached the surface and his ragged gasping breath was the only sound echoing in the darkness of the horrible well.
After a time he was able to breathe easier but the grim circumstances of his situation made him start to whimper and cry. His tears cleaved a path through the putrid film of rotted water and leaves on his face and his sobs echoed against the stark walls around him. Everything seemed so hopeless and bleak and he was coming to realize that he was going to die there when suddenly there was a ripple in the water that was not made by his limp body. Panic seized him as he looked in the direction of the rippling water and saw something emerge from the dark miserable depths of the well. His eyes were wide with fear as he realized that he wasn’t alone in the darkness; a creature was making its way towards him. The scarce traces of light from above were reflected in the creature’s large, glowing yellow eyes.
He screamed and the creature disappeared in the water. With the remainder of his strength he launched himself towards the wall and pressed himself against it in an attempt to get as far from the creature as possible. This only made it easier for the monster to get to him—he felt its presence getting closer and closer. He felt its legs come to rest on the wall on either side of his hips, its long cold arms resting above his shoulders on either side of his head. His body quaked with terror and disgust, his eyes were shut tightly and his face turned as far away from the creature as possible. It was looking at his beautiful face and he heard a wet slippery suctioning sound as it licked its slimy lips with its long pink tongue. It leaned closer to the prince’s face and smelled his hair and skin; it let out a breath and what could only be described as a frog’s laugh. Its breath smelled worse than the putrid water and the prince shivered with disgust.
The giant creature which the prince was convinced must be a frog leaned closer and extended its long sticky tongue to trace the prince’s collar bones and neck, savoring the way the prince squirmed and writhed beneath it, letting out another frog laugh against the prince’s unblemished skin. The frog pushed itself closer to the prince, its long powerful legs coming to encircle the prince’s hips in a crushing grip. Its long slimy fingered hands caught the prince’s delicate ones as he tried to wrench away and held his arms firmly in place over his head. The frog grinded its hips against the prince’s as it bit down on his neck, sucking the prince’s soft flesh into its cold wet mouth. The prince screamed, which only made the frog suck harder on his skin and leave an angry red mark where there had once been cream colored skin. The prince whimpered and begged the frog to stop, unsure if it could understand him or if it cared.
In savage tugs the frog removed the tattered silk shirt that still clung to the prince’s frame and with its dexterous feet pulled the prince’s trousers off his slim hips. The prince was seized with a new fear and made a desperate attempt to evade the frog’s feet, only allowing the frog a better angle to rip his trousers free from his flailing legs. The frog croaked with satisfaction as its slippery feet explored the smooth skin of the prince’s hips and legs, resting firmly on his buttocks and massaging their softness with his slimy suctioning feet and toes. The prince cried and gave in to the inevitable, going limp against the wall and the slimy frog. The frog, satisfied with the prince’s acceptance of his grim fate, set out to explore the prince’s body with its sticky tongue. It sucked and licked every crevice of the prince’s body, relishing how the prince twitched or shook as it licked a particularly sensitive spot with its tongue. Soon it submerged itself in the cold water and explored the prince’s most private places with its sly tongue. When the frog attempted to pry the prince’s legs open to get complete access to his most sensitive spots the prince resisted and cried out in utter terror, but the frog simply croaked menacingly and wretched the prince’s body away from the wall, pulling him under the water and pressing down on his slim chest and back. The prince struggled to break the surface and breathe but the frog was relentless, and only let him up for air after he ceased struggling against the frog’s advances.
The frog let him surface and pressed the prince against the wall so his chest and face were pressed against the cold stones. His soft chest and nipples lightly scraped against the rough wall as the frog explored the prince’s back and buttocks with its slippery fingers and long cold tongue. The prince whimpered as the frog’s tongue slipped between the cheeks of his arse and licked the circle of sensitive muscle that was hidden between the pale globes. The prince was confused and scared; no one had ever touched him there and the sensations that the dexterous tongue were inciting in him were shocking. He soon felt a heat pool in his crotch despite the cold water around him, and he moved against the light pressure of the frog’s tongue in curiosity, testing the sensations it created in him and gasping in surprise as it sent a sharp tingle down his limbs and to his crotch. The prince moaned against the cold wet stone of the well and the frog, hearing the echoes of the prince’s pleasure through the water, was encouraged to delve his tongue deeper into the secret crevices the prince had once struggled to protect. The frog’s well lubricated tongue pressed the ring of muscles until it gave way to the pressure and friction and allowed entry. The sensation of penetration from the slippery wet appendage sent a wave of disgust and fear through him but soon his natural instinct was overtaken by unimaginable pleasure as the frog’s tongue squirmed and weaved through his insides, sending waves and shocks of intense pleasure from the tips of his toes to the top of his blonde head.
He moaned softly against the wall and tried to still his hips’ own desperate movements to no avail. Suddenly he felt a pressure on the tip of his penis and realized that he was engorged, his member rubbing softly against the moss covered stones that lay beneath the water line. He found that by applying pressure with his hips he could rub his hard cock against the soft moss and get another intense sensation. The frog, noticing these movements, began to withdraw his tongue until it was nearly out of the boy’s passage, only to slide it back in with wriggling gusto. The Prince’s screams of fear had turned into screams of pleasure as the frog hit a secret spot inside him that sent brilliant white stars shooting across his closed eyes. The prince, in a desperate attempt to achieve the effect again, wriggled and thrust against the frog’s tongue, making the long tongue hit him just right over and over as he thrust against the wall and back into the sinful tongue. The frog pressed its cold feet against the back of the prince’s legs, pressing him harder against the wall and making it impossible for the prince to thrust back against it. The prince was only able to grind his desperate erection against the moss of the stone wall as the frog plundered the depths of his insides, only giving him the greatest pleasure when the frog saw fit. Desperate cries echoed through the well and the frog withdrew its tongue completely from the prince. The prince shook with frustrated tears and whimpered against the wall, begging the frog not to stop, unsure if it could understand him or not.
The frog was soon upon him, having pulled him away from the wall and pressed his back and against it. The prince mewed softly as the pressure of the wall made his insides ache with emptiness and need. The frog pressed itself against the prince’s chest, stretching its slimy body against the prince and holding him against the retched wall. The prince then realized that the frog wasn’t unlike a normal man; its long fingered hands and dexterous feet were truly not human but its body was similar in stature. It had powerfully muscled legs and taut muscles under its slippery wet skin. It had a powerful, broad, well muscled chest, and strong encircling arms, and now the prince could feel its own engorged member pressing firmly against his belly. He gasped, and moaned softly as the frog began to thrust against the prince’s own member and belly. The frog’s hard cock was surely twice the size of his own if not more, and it was massaging his own cock with urgent stokes as though the end was surely near for the both of them. The prince moaned and the frog took the opportunity to slide his long wet tongue into the prince’s mouth. The prince was shocked and feared suffocation, but soon realized that if he tilted his head back and took calm breaths through his nose he could accommodate the frog’s tongue comfortably, and the frog took this as an invitation to explore the prince’s mouth and throat with his long slimy tongue. The prince moaned around the frog’s tongue and, taking this as encouragement, the frog wrapped his long slimy fingers around both of their members. The prince at once thrust against the frog’s cock and hand, writhing at the sensation that the frog was causing him.
The prince was nearly blinded by pleasure and almost didn’t notice the frog’s other hand pressing at his previously pillaged backside. He moaned around the frog’s tongue again and this time willingly opened his legs to receive the gift that the frog was going to bestow upon him. The frog’s fingers slipped inside the prince with ease and the prince shook with pleasure from being penetrated yet again. The frog’s long fingers easily hit his most pleasurable spot and the prince arched his back and let out a muffled scream as the waves of pleasure overtook him once again. He was sent over the edge far too quickly as the frog plundered his mouth and arse with simultaneous strokes of his fingers and tongue. The prince’s hips bucked against the frog’s, and his cock twitched against the frog’s slippery engorged member as his orgasm came crashing upon him in brilliant waves and crests of pleasure. His body was wracked with spasms as his cock twitched and spurt out stream after stream of thick sticky come which mingled with the dirty water around them.
The frog gave a croak of pleasure at seeing the prince in that most wanton state and withdrew himself from the prince, The prince’s arse and mouth left empty and wanting, his lips bruised and swollen from the menstruations’ of the frog’s tongue could no longer be ignored, the frog leapt from the water and landed on the wall his feet on either side of the prince’s shoulders, his dripping wet cock mere inches from the prince’s eager mouth, the prince pushed forward, his lips encircling the frog’s inhumanly large member. Trying to reenact the position he took when the frog’s tongue was down his gullet, he began sucking the frog’s cock into his mouth and throat, gagging on the sheer girth of it and choking slightly as the frog began to move and thrust mercilessly into his hot, tight orifice. The prince moaned around the enormous cock sliding with ease in and out of his mouth and throat and clasped tightly to the frog’s powerful thighs and arse as the speed and power of the thrusts increased. The frog’s movements became frantic as his climax approached, his member plunging deeply into the prince’s throat and the insides of his strong thighs grinding against the prince’s flushed cheeks, The frog’s orgasm came crashing down on him and his croak echoed throughout the well as he gushed his seed into the prince’s throat, filling him completely with his thick semen, and riding the prince’s face as his orgasm subsided.
The prince choked and gagged on the amount of fluid that was entering him and he could barely swallow it all, it came as a relief when the frog finally pulled his now half hard but still huge cock out of his throat. The prince slid down the wall and floated in the water, filled to bursting with the frog’s seed and aching pleasantly everywhere the frog had ravaged him. He moaned softly and looked up in time to see the frog climb up the wall of the well, leaving him in the darkness; he closed his eyes, feeling unsettlingly calm and serene in the darkness of the well.
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The prince awoke with a groan, his back ached from sleeping in an awkward position and he couldn’t remember his dream at first except for flitting glimpses of darkness and the feeling of slime between his fingers. He lay in his familiar bed trying to piece together the broken memories of his unsettling dreams. He shifted and a dull ache flared though his insides and his stomach fluttered in realization of his dreams. Suddenly it all came back to him: the fall and the well, the murky water and the hard stone walls with cool, soft moss, the monster in the darkness that made him do unspeakable things and how much he had yearned for more when the frog had finished with him and left him in the darkness of the well.
A moan escaped his lips and he pulled the covers away from his aching body, his shirt had been reduced to a filthy tattered rag that clung to his supple frame. His pants were in similar condition and he was suddenly seized with a terrible thought: what if it hadn’t been a dream? He launched himself from his bed too quickly receiving a sharp ache from his arse and stretched and abused insides, he faltered and stumbled, every step sending shivers down his aching limbs. He reached the mirror which hung in the far wall of his chambers and ripped off his soiled, shredded clothes as quickly as he could manage and was shocked immediately by what was reflected in the smooth surface. His arms and legs were bruised and scraped, his lips were swollen red and his chest had suction marks and what could only be described as strange bite marks trailing from his shoulders and neck all along his pale body. He shuddered at the memories of what had happened to him in the well.
He ran his hands lightly over the injuries he had sustained in the night and noticed that his bruises were oddly textured, bumps had appeared on his once smooth skin and the scrapes on his arms and legs were secreting a greenish yellow ooze of similar texture to the slime he had felt on the walls of the well and on the skin of the monster that had defiled him.
He shuddered at the thought and at once went into his private bath chambers to cleanse himself of the disgusting feelings that were washing over him. He scrubbed his skin with strong smelling soaps and pumice stones until his flesh was reddened and nearly bleeding. He sat at the edge of the bath with his head in his hands and cried tears of frustration and shame and in time he retired to the safety and comfort of his bed, miserable and filled with dread and an unwavering need which he didn’t understand.
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The Queen entered her beloved son’s chambers on soft feet, daring not to make too much noise and wake the poor suffering boy. She feared for her son’s future, for he had been acting strangely recently. She took it as a sign of her son’s nervousness and anticipation for the upcoming day of his betrothal, but soon came to realize that the situation was far more dire. He was becoming more and more reclusive and sullen; he was always tired and rarely ate. He would shy away from the barest touch as if burned by a scorching flame and soon no one in the kingdom would dare inquire about his health, knowing that he would only snap at them uncharacteristically and return to his chambers angry and flustered.
The Queen approached his bed and pulled the covers back slowly; the gasp caught in her throat as she saw the state of her treasured boy. The color of his skin was sickly and pale, it looked almost green and his arms and legs which the prince had insisted on keeping covered even though the days were growing warmer were exposed and covered in strange patches of bumps and what looked like yellowish green warts. His skin was coated in a sheen of what she thought might be sweat but upon touching his arm lightly she realized that it was an unholy slime that covered her sons once flawless skin. She withdrew her hand in disgust and shock and fled the room in terror and despair. What was happening to her beloved child?!
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The prince slept more and more in the upcoming days. The queen had forbidden any of the court physicians to treat him in the fear that their “progressive” treatments for unknown ailments might end his days. Her hope was that in time he would recuperate and all of his official duties were suspended until then, this meant that the day of his betrothal ceremonies were postponed indefinitely due to his condition.
Everyday the symptoms plaguing the poor prince grew worse and it seemed that his days were numbered. He was eager to retreat from reality and simply escape into his dreams.
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The prince was sprawled in his plush bed, his clothing long forgotten, his limbs lay heavy and useless against the mattress covers. His legs were spread and a cool breeze was coming in through the open window. He tried to get up to close the window, or even to just move his head in the direction of it but his body felt as though it was made of lead and he became resigned to lay as he was and simply close his eyes against the bright orange light of the retreating sun.
Soon he heard a creaking sound from the window, his heart leapt in his chest in anticipation, the frog was coming to claim him again; his captor and tormentor, his damnation and salvation was back again. With all his strength he lifted his head slightly from his feathered pillow in time to see the dark figure fall from his perch of the window sill and land on the floor with a graceful thud. His breath rose in sharp gasps as he saw the frog stand to his full height, the orange light of the setting sun shimmered and reflected off his bright green, slick skin. He moved towards the prince’s bed on smooth powerfully muscled legs and as softly as the breeze that was wafting through the open window. The prince was unable to see the frog’s face, the glowing light made it nearly impossible to see anything but his visitor’s silhouette as the frog climbed onto the prince’s bed. His weight was making the bed creak in protest, and the prince’s heart fluttered in anticipation. Over the past few weeks his dreams had been getting more and more vivid, the frog had captivated him in every manner but one: he still yearned to feel the frog’s strong body pressing down on him, and his huge member pumping inside him to completion, possessing him forever as the frog’s property. The frog had denied him this greatest pleasure, using him in every other manner but never plunging into the prince with the force, ferocity and possession he desired.
The prince’s breath caught in his throat as the frog crawled up his body, not touching him at all but making his body shiver by his presence alone. The prince whined softly and sweet pleas escaped his fervent mouth and greedy lips. He wanted the ultimate pleasure and he knew that now, finally, his dream frog lover would not disappoint him. The frog grasped the prince’s ankles and spread the prince’s legs apart further, gazing down at the prince’s already yearning member. The frog sat in between the prince’s supple thighs, admiring his captive prize.
The prince whined and tried to press his arse into the frog’s tantalizing body to no avail; his body was still heavy and useless. The frog croaked in satisfaction and set about tormenting the prince, his long slick fingers exploring the prince’s legs and thighs. He extended his long talented tongue and teased the sensitive skin of the prince’s delicate feet, eliciting sparks of a pleasure up the prince’s slim body. The prince moaned softly begging the frog for more, the frog’s wet tongue trailed up the inside of the prince’s legs in response to the prince’s pleas, tracing the dips and curves of the prince’s ankles and knees and leaving a wet trail along the prince’s pale skin.
The prince writhed with great effort and wriggled hips enticingly at the frog. Moving was becoming easier and he relished the enthralled croak that signaled the frog’s desire and longing. The frog’s tongue was nearly at the prince’s swelling cock and the frog’s body was leaning closer to the boy on the bed. The prince could hear the frog inhaling his scent and feel him savoring the taste and texture of his skin. The frog slowly slid his tongue up the prince’s quivering thigh and slowly dragged his slippery wet tongue across the sensitive skin of his taught balls, the prince gasped and moved his legs even farther apart, completely opening himself up to the mercy of the frog. He heard a fast slick smacking noise and realized that the frog was touching himself, sliding his long fingered slick hands up and down the veined shaft of his engorged cock, as he caressed the prince’s balls and nothing else. The prince whined and moaned softly, wriggling his hips in the hopes that the talented tongue of the frog would obey him and wrap around the swollen heat in his crotch.
The frog smirked and ever so slowly wrapped his tongue around the prince’s pulsing cock. The prince rewarded him by moaning and thrusting his hips up into the frog’s slick, wet tongue. The frog began to move his tongue in time with his own hand giving the prince just as much pleasure that he was giving himself and taking in the image of the slutty wanton little prince. He slipped his tongue away from the prince’s throbbing cock and dipped it down below his tight balls to his deprived entrance. The prince shivered in response to the familiar pressure and writhed against the intrusion, wanting so much more from the tongue but appreciating it nonetheless. The frog surprised him by taking the prince’s engorging member into his wide, slick mouth as he massaged and caressed the prince’s balls with his creeping tongue. The frogs slick tongue pressed against the prince’s entrance bluntly and the prince moaned as the ring of taut muscles gave way to the intrusion. The prince arched his back off the bed and dug his fingers into the sheets of his plush bed, opening himself up further to the frog’s tongue and shuddering and gasping as the frog rewarded his compliance with powerful thrusts that hit him just right and sent blaring shocks of pleasure from the tips of his fingers and cock to his very heart and soul. Oh, how good would the frog’s huge pulsing cock feel inside him! He begged endlessly for the frog to give him that which he truly desired, to take him and make his body nothing more than a conduit of pleasure.
The frog reached up to the prince’s chest and mercilessly pinched and twisted his sensitive nipples with his long slick fingers, pulling sharp cries from the prince’s full lips. The frog shifted and without letting the prince’s captive member out of his mouth or removing his vigorously thrusting tongue from the boy’s passage, positioned himself above the prince. His massive throbbing cock was inches away from the prince’s hot, wet mouth, talented tongue and tight throat. The prince opened his mouth and licked the head of the frog’s cock hungrily, sucking at the bulging curves and veins protruding from it, lavishing it lovingly with his tongue. He grazed his teeth against the sensitive underside and sucked greedily at the bulbous head as pre-come dripped out of the frog’s cock and onto his red, swollen lips. The frog plunged his thick cock into the boy’s eager mouth, earning a satisfied moan from those beautiful abused lips as he thrust in time with his own tongues thrusts in the prince’s tight arse.
The prince finally regained enough control of his arms to grasp tightly at the frog’s strong thighs and curvaceous arse. He held on for dear life as the frog bucked and thrust his hips against the prince’s face, his engorged cock stretching the prince’s throat with the force of his thrusts. The prince moaned around the frog’s cock and thrust his hips up, mimicking the frog’s own pelvic thrusts. The frog rolled his hips and plunged deeper into the prince’s throat, making the prince gag and choke slightly with surprise as he grinded his pelvis against the prince’s mouth, thrusting his cock in and out ruthlessly. The frog soon reached his climax, sucking savagely on the prince’s cock and wriggling his tongue in and out of the prince’s arse hitting his unbearably pleasurable spot over and over until the prince was nearly at the brink of ecstasy. They shook with pleasure and thrust in time with each other, both men moaning and screaming around their mouthfuls of each other, as bright light blazed behind their closed eyelids and their throbbing cocks twitched and shot spray after spray of thick sticky come into eagerly sucking mouths.
The prince’s body shook with the force of his orgasm, the frog pulled his tongue out of the prince’s stretched arse and pulled his mouth away from the prince’s tender cock and pleasantly aching balls. The prince thought that his pleasurable torment was over but the frog didn’t pull his still quite hard member out of the prince’s suckling mouth, he only rolled his hips and began to work his cock in and out of the prince’s mouth and throat slowly, using the prince’s hot wet mouth to regain his slightly diminished arousal. The prince moaned around the frog’s cock and sucked eagerly, greedily welcoming more of the frog’s seed. The frog’s thrusts became faster and harder and soon he was plunging into the prince’s throat with gusto before pulling out of his craving mouth. The frog shifted and all at once positioned himself against the prince’s entrance.
The prince moaned with surprise and wrapped his aching legs around the frog’s hips and whined, begging the frog to finally end his torment and take him, claim him and give him the ultimate pleasure he desperately needed. The frog croaked his frog laugh and pressed himself against the prince’s entrance, rolling his hips rhythmically. Trailing his long fingered hands down to the prince’s arse, he spread the globes of the prince’s arse to accommodate his massive girth and pressed with a constant force and unstoppable pressure. The prince arched his back off the bed and pressed down on the frog’s erection, moaning at the glorious pressure and friction that the frog was giving him. The frog gave a brutal thrust of his hips, and the prince’s body gave way to the engorged cock of the frog, the massive intrusion sending flairs of pain and pleasure through the prince’s lithe body. The prince screamed and dug his nails into the tender flesh of the frog’s back and shoulders, clinging to him with his long legs.
The frog never stopped moving his hips forward, not until his full length was inside the writhing boy underneath him. The prince was unbearably tight around him, the weeks of the frog using his tongue and fingers inside the prince barely prepared the poor prince for the full girth of the frog’s cock burning inside him. The prince writhed with the frog completely inside him; it was hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to do anything at all but surrender to the frog’s every whim. The frog began to move his hips, thrusting inside the prince’s body, stretching him to the brink of bursting and relentlessly pounding into the boy’s tender receptive body. The prince clung to the frog and moaned constantly letting the frog overtake him with his passion, screaming and crying as the frog hit him just right over and over again, the frog’s huge cock rendering the prince useless. The prince felt the pressure building again as the frog thrust inside him, he knew he was lost forever, the frog was taking something from him, taking everything he had and leaving nothing but a come soaked husk, and he loved it. The frog arched his back and his roaring croak echoed in the prince’s chambers as he empted himself inside the prince’s receptive little body and immediately withdrew from his gaping passage.
The prince felt himself falling apart. At the force of his final devastating orgasm, bolts of pleasure shook him to his core, his body seized and thrashed with the force of the blinding ecstasy that was overtaking him. his eyes were wide open but he saw nothing, his body was weightless and immovable at the same time; the room around him felt as though it was spinning and everything felt as though it were getting bigger and as though he was shrinking, stream after stream of his come shot into the air as the last of his humanity left him. The frog looked down at his handy work and smirked at the prince’s transformed little green body lying splayed in the middle of a mountain of filthy sheets.
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The Queen entered the prince’s chambers, as she did most mornings to see if her son had finally started to recover, only to find that his bed was empty, his sheets tangled and full of blood and other stains. The Queen, in her panic, shook them to somehow find a scrap of a clue as to where her son could be. Suddenly she screamed, a large bright green frog croaked and hopped out from the tangled sheets on the bed, its eyes shining in the morning light and its yellow spots the familiar color of blonde hair. She screamed and stomped her elegant foot after it and the frog hopped away in terror, hopping to the open window and jumping out to escape the devastated Queen. The prince was never heard from or seen again, and while the King and Queen lived, they wept for the loss of their beloved child.
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The frog surfaced from the murky bog and crawled out of the water, shaking off his long limbs and stalking through the forest to the old crone’s house. He crept in through the unlocked door and took his place by her side. The crone trailed her wrinkled, wart covered, decrepit hand down the frog’s sleek back and smiled at him. The frog bowed his head, his task complete; he had done what the old crone had instructed, her plan of sixteen years finally coming to fruition. Now the entire kingdom would weep over the loss of their beloved prince, no one ever knowing that he was now a wretched frog.
FIN
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Authors note: Now that the format is FINALLY FIXED…Thank you so much for reading this fic! I hope you all enjoyed it! There will be plenty more stories to come, all one shots with explicit sex and violence. =D Thanks again!
~TheKinkFairy
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