by Viola Grace
She drew back slightly as if in surprise, and he once again regained the roles that they were playing. Allowing her to demur, he held her hips firmly to his until her startled body began to relax. As she sighed and put her arms around his neck once again, he continued the seduction.
His lips teased at hers, then moved down her jaw line, licking and nibbling as she went. Slow strokes of his tongue on her neck had her rising on her toes. Her neck was extremely sensitive, and he had used it to his advantage before.
Her breath came faster, burning across his skin with moist heat.
Blazing Stars! She was beautiful. Her every stage of arousal engaged his senses. His hands slid up to her shoulders and began the delicate task of removing the straps from her silken skin. It fell to the ground in a whisper of promise, and the gasp of the observing reptile was approval enough for the progression of events.
“Prince, it is now appropriate to lay the woman down to increase access to her body.” He took Nakedella’s hand and, dropping to his knees before her, gently tugged her down and laid her upon her gown.
“In the castle, you will have the luxury of a bed to lay the princess on, but here we will improvise. If at this point you feel the need to relieve your arousal, do it on the sheets or furniture, then continue with the seduction.”
He lowered his head once again to Ella’s and took her mouth in a ravenous kiss that had her moaning in disappointment when he left her mouth to continue his exploration of her body.
The softness of his lips trailing gently down her body caused her skin to pebble and jump where he touched her. His hands preceded his mouth and caressed her breasts, ribs and belly with soft sweeps of his fingers. “Enjoy the textures of her body. Each woman has spots that can be more or less sensitive than another woman’s. It is up to you to learn the reactions in your partner.”
He watched her thighs shift restlessly, and he had an idea.
“Prince, come here a moment. I wish to show you something.”
He could see by the widening of Ella’s eyes that she knew what he was up to. She kept still, however, and he rewarded her with a grin and a wink.
The wet hop of the frog leaving the pond reclaimed his attention.
“This is her cunt.” He gently separated her knees with his hands and spread the petals of her sex wide for the frog to see. “Like her responses, each woman is assembled differently, but it is generally the same.”
His fingers dragged through the cream that had seeped from her during the foreplay. “This cream is proof of her arousal. Its purpose is to help your cock slide into her with ease.”
He teased the tiny hood of skin back and rubbed gently at her clit. “This is her clit. It has many names, but friction on this one spot alone can inspire a woman to orgasm.”
He then slid one finger deep into her core. “This is where you put your cock. You can also use your fingers or tongue to arouse her with penetration here.”
“Your tongue? You mean, lick her?” The prince’s tongue flicked out nervously, or perhaps with anticipation.
“Exactly.”
“What does she taste like?”
“Again, all women vary on this. Nakedella is sweet, with a slight tang of musk. Would you like to taste her?”
“Yes, if I may?”
“By all means.” He moved aside to let the frog have full access and smiled as Ella jumped at the impact of the sticky tongue. He waited until the little frog hopped out of his way, then took his place, lying on his belly in the grass.
“Oh, that is rather nice. I can see why you would want to taste her.”
“Yes, it is one of the true pleasures of having a willing partner. When they give you the true freedom of their body, it is one of the greatest pleasures in the world.” He smiled up at Ella, his gaze filled with warmth.
Her eyes fluttered shut as he applied his mouth to her. Sighs and little fluttering moans broke from her as her arousal climbed higher with every strong lap of his tongue. His steady beat had her hips lifting in response, and she shook with the effort to hold back her orgasm. His teeth broke her control with a sharp nip and she bucked and shuddered as the waves broke within her.
“That, prince, was a woman’s orgasm. Now that she has come, it is acceptable for you to seek your own pleasure.” He sat up and knelt between her spread thighs as she panted for control again.
“The princess will have a hymen, therefore it is important to break through the barrier while she is still riding the waves of pleasure. It will be a barrier of resistance within her cunt, and you need to push through it. It is important for your member to be rigid at this point, so if you relieved yourself with friction earlier, stroke yourself until you are hard once again.”
He slowly stroked his cock, his thumb spreading the pearl of semen that formed at the head. “Once you are confident that you are ready, and that she is ready, you may enter her.”
With slow and steady fingers, he primed her channel once again. Two and then three fingers worked inside her, until her body shook once again on the brink of release.
Drygan covered her body with his and slowly and deliberately thrust into her, grinning at the cry of pleasure that broke from her. He kept his thrusts slow and steady, keeping his audience in his view, and marvelling that a frog could masturbate.
The hot, wet clasp of her cunt made him want to rush to orgasm, but the dreamy pleasure in her eyes reined in his urges.
It was only when her body was writhing against his that he pounded into her with all the force and drive to come that he could muster. His growl of satisfaction melded with her shriek of pleasure as his own body finally shook with release.
His head fell forward onto her breast and he gasped for air. When his pulse had slowed, he turned his head to the small crowned frog near a tiny puddle of cum. “Any questions, prince?”
Chapter Three
The prince had definitely seen enough...and couldn’t get to the castle fast enough. He was in a hurry to use his new knowledge, and only passed along another message from his cousin about Rapunzel before hopping off for his first assignation.
The trip to the tower was relatively short, and she was mulling over the conditions in which Rapunzel lived when they arrived.
Nakedella sat astride Drygan and looked up at the tower. “Huh, I was expecting something bigger. I guess size doesn’t matter.”
Drygan snorted and shook his head. It was as close as he could come to laughter. She dismounted with the grace she had gained through practice.
“Do you think she is still up there?” She wasn’t expecting a verbal answer, and the nudge of the equine head on her back was enough of a response for her to walk forward and yell out, “Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
The tumble of braids woven into a ladder dropped to the ground in front of her. Over thirty feet of hair was now dangling down the side of the tower, and a head was peering out over the edge of the window.
“Are you coming up?” A voice as light as a chiming bell wafted down to her.
“On my way.” With a great deal of grunting and swearing, Nakedella managed to climb the braided tresses of Rapunzel and arrived at the window exhausted, but intact. Her bag and cloak were slung over her back.
“I am so sorry that I am out of breath. My strenuous activities do not usually involve climbing. More horizontal, less vertical.” Inside the tower now, she knelt on the carpeted floor and caught her breath.
“It was so nice of you to come. Can I offer you some tea?”
“Tea would be wonderful. Thank you.”
Nakedella simply sat comfortably on the floor until she could breathe normally again. As soon as she could stand, she went over to the table and sat down across from Rapunzel.
“Hello, my name is Nakedella. I was sent by the frog prince’s cousin to help you escape from this tower.”
“I know. He told me that you were coming.” Rapunzel’s smile was breathtaking. Her beauty was truly beyond compare, and it was no mystery to N
akedella as to why the witch had imprisoned her to keep her pure. Any man in her vicinity would be looking at Rapunzel with lust in an instant.
“You know that he plans to marry you. Don’t you?”
“Yes, he proposed the last time we were together, but then the witch arrived early and he had to drop the last few feet to the ground and broke his ankle. I was afraid that I wouldn’t hear from him again until he sent the fairy messenger.”
“Do you want to marry him? I mean, you might be able to do better.” Ella sipped at her tea, raising her eyebrows at the delicate and floral fragrance.
“No other man even tried to get up here, and I have been here for over twenty years. He took his life into his hands to visit me, became my first lover, and my best friend.” The brilliant smile was back. “Yes, I am sure that I want to marry him.”
Nakedella pondered that and pushed aside the small twinge of envy. This woman had never been out amongst friends, family or anyone else for that matter. For the prince to want her as his princess, he had to have seen the beauty of character that shone so obviously out of Rapunzel’s eyes. Perhaps he wasn’t just a rich jerk after all. “Do you know when the witch is going to return?”
“In just over one hour. She appears like clockwork.”
“Did you manage to finish the ladder?”
“No. It is still ten feet too short for you to use to escape. Do you have any other ideas?”
“You are definitely opposed to the idea of cutting your locks?”
Rapunzel looked embarrassed. “It is my identity. If I cut my hair, I don’t know who I would be.”
Nakedella took her hand. “Oddly enough, I understand. Personal identity is more important than most people believe. You will make changes in your own good time.”
She rummaged in her bag and fished out one of the transformation potions.
“Rapunzel, do you have an extra gown? I think I know a way out of here for you.”
“Really? In the next hour?” Rapunzel looked sceptical but fetched a gown anyway, curious to see what the nude woman was going to do with it.
“In the next few minutes, in fact.” Taking out the stopper, she tilted the liquid back and was slightly surprised at the lemony taste. Concentrating on her host’s appearance she closed her eyes and imagined herself taking on Rapunzel’s face and body, not to mention her hair.
The weight of the braids came as quite a shock, and her hands shook as she lifted them out of the way.
Rapunzel was astonished. Hope flickered in her eyes and she smiled at her own features on another’s body.
“Magic potions are amazing things, aren’t they?” Nakedella winked and reached for the dress. Tugging the gown on in a few sharp movements, she turned to her temporary client. “So, if I was you, I would just lower my locks out the window and you could climb down?”
“Yes, but you don’t mean to stay up here, do you?”
“Only until you are safely away. Drygan will transport you to the Prince’s castle. He will return for me as soon as you are tucked in and safe.”
“Thank you! Thank you, Nakedella. You are one of the nicest people I have ever met.”
Nakedella sighed and embraced her. “You have only met three of us. There is a whole universe of people out there to meet.” She flipped her braided ladder out the window. “Now go on and marry your prince. I’ll be fine.”
Well, fine was one word for it. She didn’t know how Rapunzel could stand the continuous tugging on her scalp as the woman climbed down her hair to safety.
Grunting with the effort, Nakedella pulled her hair back up and waited for the sound of hoofbeats to fade in the distance.
Alone. It was the first time that she had felt alone in years. She sat down in her borrowed form and pondered what was going on in her head.
She knew that Drygan was coming back for her in a few hours, but she still had to face the witch. With less than an hour to go, she was amazed at the feeling of loneliness that swept over her beneath the fear.
Perhaps she wasn’t cut out for a life alone after all. When she was in the village, people were all around her. She never had to look for company, it always found her.
It was a sobering thought.
She stayed lost in thought for several minutes until she heard, “Rapunzel, let down your hair!”
With a sigh and a grunt, she wandered over to the window and dropped the braids.
The next hour was surprisingly uneventful. The witch made small talk, and Nakedella served her tea. It was only when the witch left and said, “It was nice meeting you, Nakedella. I hope that Rapunzel has a strong and healthy child. She deserved a man who would risk his life for her, and nothing less.”
Nakedella stood still, hardly feeling the tugging on her braids as the witch climbed down.
So, she had known all along. What a wily old thing.
Laughing at both herself and Rapunzel, she drew up the braids, cut them off and loaded up her bag and cloak. She tied the ladder to the bed and flung the other end out the window.
Slowly and carefully, she worked her way down the ladder, heaving a sigh of relief as her feet finally touched the ground.
She left the braided hair there, curious to see what would happen when she shifted forms again.
Again, she waited. The silence of the forest around her was comforting and disturbing at the same time.
When the braids exploded into glittering magic and she saw her own blonde locks again, she knew that the transformation had reversed itself. It had also taken every bit of energy she had.
Apparently, the magic that fueled the change took its energy from her body. She was slumped over and barely conscious by the time Drygan returned. She had never been so happy to see a horny male in her life.
Chapter Four
Nakedella was exhausted. She just needed a bath and a nap. She had to climb onto a rock to get on his back and he had refused to move until she asked him to take her to water. He set out at a sedate pace.
He stopped near a pool of still and clear water. She dismounted and knelt at the side of the pool. As soon as her hand touched the surface, a manacle of water flowed out to lock on her wrist.
As sleepy as she was, it took her a moment to react. “Hey! What the hell?” She tried to tug her hand back, but it was firmly locked in a cool grip.
The hand that grasped hers was attached to a body that was slowly rising from the surface of the pond. It was masculine, clear and very strong.
“You are trespassing in my pool, woman. And you are no maiden.” His scowl was obvious even with his form made of water.
“You are correct, but I am thirsty and in need of a bath. What would you have of me?”
“What?”
“You heard me. I am willing to trade for my use of your waters. What is so surprising about that?”
He looked uncomfortable and released her hand. “Usually women fight for freedom, or beg for their lives. I have never had one offer to trade.”
“Well, you have now. What do you want?” The water still beckoned her, silver and cool. Her body was screaming that the only thing that would soothe it was those waters.
“Uhh…” He glanced over at the unicorn on the bank, who was looking distinctly amused as he grazed. There was no help from that quarter.
“Look, let me bathe here and you can come up with something, all right?” She shucked off the dress that Rapunzel had loaned her and dove into the water without any further delay.
She scrubbed at her skin with handfuls of sand from the bottom of the pool, sighing with relief at being clean. Travelling was interesting, but it was dirty.
Her hair got the same treatment, being scrubbed until her scalp tingled. It was about then that she felt the waters begin to swirl around her ankles. The curls of liquid crept up her thighs, a warm pulse against the cool of the waters that came up to her throat.
The pond spirit himself sat on a rock a few feet away, watching her light squirms as the warmth tickled her between
her thighs and crept around her breasts in a teasing manner.
“So you have made up your mind, then?”
“I have.” He smiled at her. “As only maidens are sent to this pool for bathing purposes, I thought that I would take advantage of a willing woman for a change.”
“Maidens only? Why is that?”
“Because I am bound by my oath to never despoil a virtuous woman.”
“What about a maiden with urges that defy her virtue?” It was becoming hard to speak as the water moved around her with specific purpose. Her breath was beginning to become labored as the invisible fingers of water began to separate her thighs and delve between.
“That is a most interesting idea. How would I tell?”
“That is the easy part. Simply do to them what you are doing to me. If they don’t bolt from the pool at the first touch…you have your answer.” Her voice was high and breathy. She fought for restraint and lost it when those invisible fingers slid into her and flicked her clit at the same time.
Her cries became gurgles as her legs gave way and she slid under the water.
Masculine arms lifted her swiftly, and she snuggled against Drygan’s human form. He had drawn her from the water the instant she sank.
“I thank you for your advice. What is your name, my dear?”
“I am Nakedella. This is Drygan. We are on the way back to my village, but we keep getting sidetracked.”
“The Nakedella?” His shock was obvious, the bubbles rising through his form evidence of it.
“Well, I don’t know if there is more than one, but yes, that’s me.” Her feet were trailing in the water and she giggled tiredly as the bubbles tickled her feet.
“I will thank you most formally once again for your advice, then. Be welcome and safe at the edge of my pool. No harm will come to you, and you may rest from your travels.”
Drygan cleared his throat and spoke. “Why the sudden hospitality?”
If the pond spirit could have blushed, he would have. “My cousin is a Sprite near your village. She speaks very highly of the great and generous Nakedella.”