Kissing Frogs

Kissing Frogs

Lady Sarah awoke in a bad mood. Damn, she thought. Another night without my knight. Sir Charles had been away for more than a week on some silly quest and Sarah missed their evening game of "jousting."

She laid there, thinking of his sturdy lance and how well it fit in her hand. The warmth, the strength of it! Hmmm. Maybe it's more like a sword ... and I'm the scabbard, she chuckled to herself.

With a sigh, she rang for her lady in waiting who entered hesitantly. "Yes, ma'am," said Margaret. "Did you have a restful night?"

Sarah's disapproving look was answer enough.

"Now my Lady," said Margaret, "I know just what you need. Frowning like that will only cause your beautiful face to wrinkle. Let's get you refreshed and dressed. You'll feel better then."

"I doubt it!" was the curt response.

Margaret poured warm water into a basin and began the morning ritual of cleansing. She took the cloth and began washing her charge starting at the neck. She is beautiful – skin like porcelain ... Margaret cut the thought off.

As she moved over the shoulders Margaret could feel the tension begin to ebb in Sarah and build in herself. Slowly, she moved toward the firm breasts which seemed to gleam in the morning light. Such beautiful nipples, pink and standing so proud, she thought as her hands brushed them.

"What have you heard about when the knights will return?" Sarah asked, trying to ignore the rush of heat that Margaret's ministrations had brought about.

"I've heard that the quest is not going well. They will be at least another several weeks."

"Damn it all!" Sarah stood, knocking over the water. "This is so ... frustrating!"

"Now, my lady, calm yourself. I think I understand. A lady of your quality is ... delicate. There is a balance that must be kept – both emotionally and ... physically."

Sarah turned and stared at her maid. She had noticed how gentle her hands were and how good they felt. She felt the color rising in cheeks. No! flashed through her mind.

"Do you have a suggestion that would help me regain my balance?" she asked pointedly. "Perhaps some spell or potion you've heard of?"

Margaret noticed the blush and understood what it meant. Still, she couldn't just act on her instincts. Should she prove wrong, it would mean disgrace and exile – but she had an idea ...

"There is a rumor, m'lady, that several years ago the court Magician caught a band of robbers who were known for their prowess and lustful nature when it came to the young women of this land. He turned them all into frogs and to this day, they are trapped at the pool just outside the north gate."

"And this might help me how?" Sarah stared at the maid, a small smile playing at her lips.

"Well, ma'am – you are aware of what frogs are know for," Margaret said matter-of-factly.

Sarah hesitated and the said, "Well, they are green ... and slimy ... and covered in warts."

"Actually, I was referring to their more conspicuous attributes; they are known for their long tongues," Margaret said with grin. "Many of the ladies have told of the infamous 'kissing frogs' and their blissful uses."

Sarah was looking with an intensity that Margaret couldn't ignore or misinterpret.

"Perhaps ..." she began.

"Why yes, my lady, I just happen to be traveling that way later today. I shall arrange everything."

That evening, Margaret assisted Sarah in preparing for sleep.

"Did you have good fortune today?"

"Yes, my lady," Margaret answered behind a broad smile. "I found a crone at the edge of town who had several in captivity. I spent several hours personally ensuring that this one was well trained and qualified." Producing a box, Margaret pulled the frog into the flickering candlelight.

"I'm somewhat hesitant at the thought," Sarah said.

"There's nothing to fear. I will stand guard at the door. If there's a problem, simply call for me and I will be here in seconds."

Sarah impulsively grabbed Margaret's hand. "Thank you, my sweet Margaret. I am so in need." Realizing how that sounded, she dropped the hand as color rose to her cheeks.

Margaret smiled and said, as she left, "I understand. I'll be right outside."

After about ten minutes, Margaret heard her name being called and rushed back inside. Closing the door, she turned and froze in her tracks. There sat the beautiful Sarah, naked in the reflected glow of the candles. Her breasts were shining orbs against the dark aureoles of her nipples. Her stomach was firm and seemed to pull Margaret's gaze downward to the soft patch of dark hair.

With a small sigh, she tore her gaze away and moved forward to where she could see the green frog which was sitting between Sarah's thighs.

"Is something the matter, m'lady," she inquired.

"Oh Margaret, I've been sitting here and nothing has happened. My anticipation has driven my need to the breaking point. Are you sure this was one of the kissing frogs?"

With a smile, Margaret walked over and picked the frog up. Looking it straight in it's bulging eye, she said, "Sir frog – you have failed me and my lady. I shall have to demonstrate so watch carefully!"

Sarah woke up with a smile the next morning.



Notes:
An entry for "UENG Luge (Winter Games)"  [18+] part of "UENG Spring Fling"  [18+]
Prompt: Love is a magical experience.

Word Limit: 1000
Word Count: 895

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Ken