The Priest and the Frog

This story just kind of popped into my head while I was on that mission, kissing the frogs. Enjoy!

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Phineas sighed in desperation as he watched another frog look up at him with adoring eyes. Like the seemingly dozens he had kissed before, it failed to change. The young priest pulled out the lip balm he had been given and re-applied it, wondering when his life had become such a joke. His light brown curls flopped over his eyes, and he pushed them back, careful not to dislodge his glasses, which were light and fragile and prone to breaking. He was tall, but not large, rather stretched out with long lanky limbs.

A slight sound nearby made him jump and ready a spell for attack. For several long moments he held his breath, listening for any sound, looking for any movement. A small rabbit hopped out of some brush on the ridge above him and he relaxed, but only just a bit. This was intolerable, here he was, insanely close to a Horde encampment, chasing after legends. He would have assumed it was a prank if not for the fact that it was a Draenai who had sent him here. Colossus wasn't a mean spirited person, and wouldn't put Phineas in danger for a prank.

The Priest had only just arrived at the Argent Tournament, and although he had found the jousting to be too much, he had enjoyed some of the other work he had been given. Mostly it was freeing the souls of fallen warriors from the grip of the Scourge, keeping the nearby Cultists in check and doing the odd little errand for the champions of the Alliance. In this case, the Draenai had heard of a legendary sword in the Grizzly Hills, one guarded by a Maiden who had been put under a curse to be a toad until she had been kissed. Colossus wasn't sure how credible the legend was but the sword seemed real enough.

Phineas was nothing if not thorough, and so he had decided to give the old legend a try. Except, there were a lot of frogs here, more than he had expected, and if he wanted to be sure, he was going to have to try them all. Irritated with his own nature, he picked up another frog at his feet and gave it a kiss, closing his eyes in an overly dramatic way.

Then something odd happened, the slimy, wet and cold skin on his lips became warm and soft, and the dank smell of mud, because that of flowers. His hand which was holding the toad was suddenly knocked aside by a powerful magic as the frog turned into a beautiful young woman. Phinean stumbled back with surprise as she smiled beatifically at him. Her hair was wet, as was the simple shift she wore which, he realized, clung to her curves as she stepped towards him, her hands outstretched.

“Can it really be?” she said, “Free after all these years?!”

The priest boggled at her and tried to answer, but all that came out was “Buh...”

She laughed with joy and flung her arms around him, pressing her lips firmly against his again. His mind started to go to a million different places when he felt her warm, still wet body pressed against and for the life of him, he could not remember why he was there anymore. His hands had somehow planted themselves on her round hips, as if they had acted upon their own initiative. After a second she tilted her head back and looked up at him with a sloe smile and heavy lidded eyes.

“I-,” he tried to say, but couldn't really think of what he had wanted to say. His mind was completely unfocused, as if the sight of her had caused intoxication. There was something though, something he was going to ask, a reason why he had been looking for her.

“Shhh,” she said and kissed him again. This time it was slow and gentle, her lips lightly caressing him, as if coaxing them out. His lips parted ever so slightly and he shivered when he felt her tongue brush up against them. She then planted soft kissed on his mouth and jaw line before offering her open mouth to him, which he took with zeal. Their tongues intertwined in her mouth, slipping and sliding past each other.

Phineas reluctantly took a step back and pulled off his robe, leaving himself topless. He hung the garment on a nearby branch and pulled her to him again, this time feeling her breasts on his skin, with only a wet piece of thin material between them. He also realized that without the robe, the bulge in his pants was more prominent, exposed and vulnerable. She must have felt it too, because she ground up against it with a groan in his mouth, and he found himself gripping her buttocks firmly to push her into him.

This was quite unlike him, a small part of his lust addled brain realized. Usually he was shy and reserved around women, even during sex. He enjoyed pleasuring a woman, and did everything gently, putting his own pleasure second to hers. If someone had told him the day before that he would be grinding against a woman he had just turned from a frog in the middle of nowhere, he would have thought they were drunk.

She ran her hands down his sides to the waist of his leggings and began pushing them down past his hips. He loosened his grip on her with surprise and she slid down his body, leaving a wet trail of kisses in her wake until she was on her knees in front of him. Without a word, she reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, which twitched in response to her contact. She purred and wrapped her lips around the head, stroking his shaft as she slowly took him in.

“Light!” Phineas gasped as he leaned up against the embankment behind him, gripping the loose earth in his hands. She had sucked him in all the way, caressing his aching shaft with her tongue. He groaned, letting his head fall back as she began moving her mouth up and down his cock. Soon he was panting, sweat clinging to his body as he unconsciously thrust into her hot, wet mouth.

Suddenly she stopped, and Phineas opened his eyes and looked around in a slight panic until he saw her. She had settled herself down on the edge of the lake, in an inch or so of water, propped up on her shoulders, looking at him. One of her legs was stretched out in front of her, while the other was bent, giving him a teasing view of her flesh. She smiled at him seductively and began to pull up the skirt of her shift, slowly revealing more of her skin to him. Her knee slowly fell outward, while the other leg began to bend, giving him a more uninterrupted view.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was kneeling between her drawn up knees, his weight on his arms which were on either side of her. He kissed her, overwhelmed by his own need and she slowly lay back in the water, taking him with her. Her hair swirled around her in the icy waters and he thought for a moment that she looked like a water nymph. His thoughts were interrupted when she pushed her hips up to him, teasing the tip of his cock with her wet folds. He rolled his hips forward in response, pressing against her entrance, which caused her to wiggle against him in need.

He pushed forward, sliding into her hot folds with incredible ease. It was like she had been made for him, just small enough to provide that wonderful friction of skin against skin, but not so tight that it was a squeeze. He shuddered and began moving his hips in earnest. She cooed and moaned beneath him, her head lolling back in the water. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she lifted her knees higher, giving him more access to her glorious heat. He looked down and noticed that the water had soaked her shift completely and he could see her round breasts and stiff nipples through the flimsy cloth. He twisted himself so he could suck one of her nipples into his mouth, but not lose his rhythm.

“Ooooh,” she cried out, and followed up with more moans and whimpers. The water churned around them, kicking up mud that caked onto both of them and scared the fish away. He didn't notice when his glasses slipped off his sweat slick face, or when the knees on his pants ripped open, or even that the water they were in was icy cold. All he knew was the glorious being beneath him, around him, whose wet, tight heat was threatening to consume him totally. He wanted it to, too, as pleasurable vibrations shook through his spine and down into his tightening balls.

Her grip on him suddenly tightened as her breath came on faster. She whispered words he couldn't make out in one breathless stream of consciousness as suddenly, he felt her muscles clamp down on him. A series of frantic pants erupted from her until she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out in one long pleasured scream. He thrust into her again and felt himself erupt completely, his seed spilling into her.

Phineas collapsed onto her, shuddering and giving a few last spurts before he felt he had spent himself completely. He then rolled onto his back, away from the water, not caring that he was lying in mud. Aftershocks continued to shudder through him and for a long time he just lay there, catching his breath, his eyes closed in contentment. He was suddenly glad that he had made this trip, even though he had been deeply annoyed before. Why he couldn't remember, but it had had something to do with a tournament.

A draenai. Colossus. The sword!

He opened his eyes and was already forming the question when he looked over to her and saw that she was not there anymore. He sat up and looked around, confused, but she was nowhere to be seen. It was just him and the frogs. He stood up, splashing around, wondering if he had somehow dreamed up the whole thing.

He didn't have his glasses on. Panicked, he looked down at his feet into the shallow depths of the pool. His glasses were there, and thankfully undamaged, but there was something else there too.

A long beautiful sword, its blade gleaming with light. He reached down and picked it up, staring at it as he put his glasses to examine it closer. It was the sword he had been sent to find. But then, where was the lady who had possessed it? He wondered if he should try to find her, but something deep in his gut said that he would not find her.

Thoughtfully he pulled his robes back on and summoned his white gryphon. Giving one last look to the lake, he took off into the sky. As he ascended, one frog paused to look up at him, before hopping over to rejoin her sisters.