You're in total darkness.
But then you feel something. Something brushing against your cheek. A familiar sensation. Soft, sweet, and slightly sticky on your face.
It moves from your cheek to your mouth. You feel a mouth rubbing against your mouth, then your lips part and a tongue enters and swishes around.
Slowly, the lips pull away. Only then do you open your eyes.
"It worked!" she says, giggling with mirth. "I've awakened you with a kiss. Just like in tales of old."
Bright sunlight is streaming through the opening in the wall behind her, lighting her in a way that's almost angelic.
She has long, straight, golden hair, flowing down so it practically touches the floor with her leaning over you. Her golden bangs end just above the dark arches of her eyebrows and eyes, sparkling emeralds above her round, pink cheeks. She has long, pointy ears that stretch out prominently, and a tiny upward curve at the tip of her delicate nose. Her toothy smile shows off a noticeable overbite, but, combined with her other features, it's actually quite cute.
But the lusty way she leans in for another passionate kiss on your mouth is far from innocent or angelic.
She's wearing a tunic that matches her eyes, with white fur details, and as she pulls away again you can't help finding yourself looking directly down it at cleavage like two round, ripe melons.
Part of you is frightened and bewildered. You've just woken up in a strange bed with a strange woman sticking her tongue down your throat. But she's beautiful and it feels good and she's straddling you in such a way that you won't be able to move without throwing her to the floor, which is something you're not sure you want to do to her.
"I'm Sabrianna," she says. "I found you at the edge of the forbidden woods, within an inch of your life, a fortnight ago. I have been nursing you here ever since, and as you've been lying here unconscious I've felt drawn to you."
She stops talking and looks at you, and it's as if something has come over her, as if she can't go on until she's kissed you again. She plunges her lips into yours once more.
Just when you think you can't hold your breath any longer, she removes her lips from yours. You try to open your mouth, but she stops you by tenderly placing a finger over your lips.
"Don't speak, milord," Sabrianna says, gently patting your forehead with a cool, damp cloth. "Right now you are safe with me in Mervia, home of the elves, but a safe haven for those of all races and creeds."
As she speaks, she kisses her way down the side of your neck. It's pretty intense for an elfin lady you still have never said so much as a word to.
"Even a human warrior such as yourself," she says, between smooches. "Especially a warrior who bears the mark of prophecy, the Frog of Desire!"
Her hand goes to your chest and she softly caresses a tiny pink mark on your skin that does seem to resemble a squatting frog. You don't remember having that birth mark there. Then again, you don't seem to remember much of anything at all right now.
You're now very aware of being almost naked, except for your breeches, as Sabrianna's body entwines with yours.
She looks intensely up at your face again.
"I know we should stop, milord!" she says excitedly. "But I cannot help myself. It is as if some powerful force compels me to . . ."
Her face comes close to yours again, but just as your lips are once again about to touch, the sound of footsteps causes her to immediately straighten up.
Sabrianna curses loudly.
"My husband approaches!"
While you try to wrap your head around this revelation, Sabrianna untangles herself from you, pulls the blankets back up to cover your near nudity, tries to straighten out the creases in her tunic, and then sits right back down on the bed just as her husband enters.
His long hair is in a braid that runs straight down his back, and his face is severe and angular, his jaw and cheekbones as pointy as his ears.
"Huving!" Sabrianna calls merrily. "Our guest had awakened."
Huving is flanked by several other elves, as well as a tall, wizened wizard in a scholar's cap and gown.
Sabrianna reaches behind her back as she sits on the edge of the mattress. Her arm goes beneath your blanket, and then her hand finds its way down your breeches. She begins rubbing you down with the palm of her soft, delicate hand. You make a concentrated effort to remain motionless and stoic, afraid of how the others in the room, not least of all Huving, would react if they knew where Sabrianna's hand was and what it was doing.
"Is this the man you've spoken of, Ganderlidor?" Huving asks the wizard.
The shrewd eyes in the ancient face slowly move from you to the clothes and armor in the corner of the room.
"Yes," Ganderlidor says. "This is the one they call . . . The Immortal Frog. He is a member of an infamous guild of monster slayers. The bards sing many songs of his daring feats."
Huving goes to the corner and lifts a sword to admire it. You assume it must belong to you.
"Your weapon is quite intimidating," Huving says. "I didn't expect it to be so long, and to have such weight and girth! They say no other can penetrate with such thrusts as it does. That depending on how it is wielded it can cause great pain . . . Or great pleasure."
Sabrianna gives you a sideways glance and smiles.
"And that sword my husband's admiring looks pretty formidable as well," she whispers with a wink as her fingers grip tightly around your hilt.
"Yes," Ganderlidor says. "The blade known as the Babeslayer!"
You're thinking that sounds like a terrible name for a sword when the sensation of Sabrianna's elfin fingers on your other sword makes you moan.
"Are you all right?" Huving asks, taking a step closer to you and his bride. "You appear to be in some kind of pain."
"Umm . . . Uhh . . . Yeah," you say. "Nothing a hardened monster slayer such as myself can't withstand "
Sabrianna gives you another sideways glance.
"I dare say you won't be able to withstand it too much longer, my little froggy," she whispers.
If she keeps up, it won't be long before you make a sticky mess in your breeches.
"You can help all of Mervia," the wise old mage informs you. "Several brave warriors have died horribly trying to pass through the forbidden forest. But prophecies tell of a warrior with the mark of the frog triumphing valiantly in the face of evil. Perhaps you could aid us. Go forth, slay the dragon, and free the lovely princess of the elves from her tower. We shall see to it that you are greatly rewarded for your troubles. But you must beware the dark witch!"
Then the mage waves his staff through the air, conjuring a magical mirage. You behold the visage of an insanely alluring woman with long, raven hair flowing down her back and over her shoulder, but ornately styled atop her head to resemble a crown. Her lips are a perfect pink, shimmery cupid's bow. Her shiny black gloves go up her arms just past her elbows. Her tight black dress, adorned with some type of verdant feathers, pushes up ample cleavage, with cryptic runes adorning her skin just above her bountiful bosom.
"Evelyn Evelzhott," Ganderlidor says. "If this evil sorceress were to get her vile hands on your Babeslayer, she could surely do wicked, unspeakable things with it and bring forth darkness which would cover the land."
As the wizard continues outlining the quest, the image of the sultry sorceress, combined with the beautiful elf's nimble finger work, is just becoming too much to take.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" you cry out, before it registers that Huving has just asked "Will you help us, Immortal Frog?"
Now everyone looks at you with faces full of hope, except for Sabrianna, whose shoulders sag in disappointment. She feels how quickly your excitement dies in her grip with the realization that you've just accepted a dangerous quest.
"There are several guests in Mervia who are great warriors from their respective nations," one of Huving's companions says as they and Ganderlidor file out of the room. "Perhaps you may ask them for aid?"
Huving lingers.
"Come," he says to his wife. "We should let this brave monster slayer rest."
Sabrianna looks at you and bites her lip enticingly.
"Perhaps I should help the Immortal Frog get dressed?" she suggests.
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