Author: dolphininthesky Title: Archmagus and the Frog Summary: Stephen inherits title of Archmagus. He must save cousin Annie who was turned into a frog. Saving her is more pleasurable than he thought. Keywords: MF, cons, magic Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a story and at posting. My grammar and use of words is not top-notch and my punctuation is horrendous. But then the point of this story is not to win literary competitions but to turn you on. I hope it does. ================================================================ Archmagus Stephenek, Smith of Spells and Lord of Anningley Keep rubbed his eyes tiredly and wished his uncle had installed better lighting in Anningley Keep and kept his spells on Microsoft Word (or Open Office if you insist) instead of in spell books. He remembered the time when he had been Stephen Smith of 12/3, Sunnyville Apartments. In that past life,which was a distant 3 months ago, he had been another faceless college student in the teeming masses of LA. And then Uncle Rinfus had to spoil all that by turning himself into a microchip. Doubtless, he had schooled Cousin Annie to take over the family Magus-ship but he had turned her, in the same freak accident, into a frog, which now croaked pitifully in the little plastic box on his oaken table, in front of the lighted candle that was mounted on the skull Uncle Rinfus had. (Not the one mounted on his neck. Maybe a spare?) Uncle Rinfus'two little imps had found and brought him back here - to this forsaken corner of the world where Anningley Keep (a small 2-storey stone structure that was slightly larger than a small cottage in spite of the name) crouched or squatted at the bottom of this gloomy, steep-walled valley. The 2 imps were the classic 'family imps'. They stayed in the family, helped with domestic chores and made sure there was always an Archmagus in the family. It was this continuity that kept them in existence. They were called into being by the first Magus of the family and they will remain until the last Magus, after which they will be cast into the shadowy realms from which they came and into which they do not wish to return. They had also assured him that Uncle Rinfus' accident was not reversible as he had lost his soul, the essence of who he was as he was, when he had turned into his present shape as an inanimate object. But Cousin Annie had been a little more fortunate as she had turned into a frog, which was able to house her soul. Happy was he when he discovered there was a chance that he could restore Cousin Annie to her former self and leave her to do the Magus-ing and leave on the next flight bound for the US of A. To this end, Archmagus Stephenek drew pentagrams and complex runes on the flagstone floor with one chalk-smudged hand whilst he consulted the old tattered volume by the candle light. This was the only way, the imps had assured him after searching through Uncle Rinfus' spell books. He was very uneasy about it. Drawing runes and a pentagram on the floor, muttering spells and all that was fine with him. He was to step into the pentagram with the subject (Cousin Annie the Frog) mutter some arcane curses and make some secret gestures. The subject would then revert to its normal shape. All that was well and good. But the inscriptions of the ancient texts then made very clear, that he was (after making the Sign of the Ru with his left pinky) to Bond with the subject so that, when he left the Mysterious Seven-sided Pentagram, the subject would then be able to leave said pentagram as well whilst leaving behind the frog part of he. He was fine up to the Sign of the Ru, but 'Bonding' was another matter. What 'Bonding' meant, as defined by the Scroll of Medigo (with pictures) was to 'screw the bitch-whore good'. (The scroll of Medigo was written by one Big Jim, ex-Sorceror, repeat sex offender and convicted pedophile. He screwed some other Sorceror's bitch-whore good, was stripped off his powers after he lost the ensuing battle and ended up serving time in a very secure place after the police of several countries caught up with him.) Now he had a problem with that. He remembered Cousin Annie to be a snotty little brat with pigtails and bunny teeth that stuck out when she scowled at him and pulled his hair. Yes, he remembered the torment of those summer holiday visits. He doubted he would be able to 'get it up' at all. The memory of Cousin Annie had a that kind of effect on him. He wasn't looking forward to seeing her at all. But he also didn't want to be stuck in these drab, ridiculous looking robes here in the country in a draughty stone hut with no proper heating or lighting all his life. Not to mention those imps. So a man's got to do what a man's got to do. He took the frog out of the container, stepped into the Mysterious Seven-Sided Pentagram (how a pentagram has seven sides is the mystery) and made the Sign of the Ru. Meaning to say he stuck out his pinky and pointed it at the frog. At which it said, "Rbbttt", opened it's mouth and flicked out it's tongue in one quick motion... A warm, wet and very soft tongue touched just the tip of his finger. He blinked. This raven-haired beauty who looked like she had just stepped out of the cover of some magazine had the prettiest face framed by such silky black hair that cascaded down her back. She was in black robes too, like Stephen, but she looked good (damn good) in hers. A slit down the side of hers showed off those legs that seemed to go on forever. Those robes modestly covered her breasts the size of those bumps hinted at hidden bounty. She stood very close and Stephen still had his hand on her waist. He was holding the frog in his hand a second before. Now his hands held the most supple and yielding flesh he'd ever held. Her mouth was open a bit and her tongue stuck out, the tip touching his finger. She closed her mouth quickly and blushed. Which made Stephen blush too because it wasn't everyday that a lovely beauty blushed at him. "Um..Annie?" he started. She nodded and opened her mouth to speak,"Rbbttt." Her hands flew to her mouth and she blushed again. "Sorry.. that was the frog part of me. We should ... umm ... y'know .. get on with it.. I can't stand being a frog." She grimaced, her pretty nose wrinkling up, as she recalls the taste of the bugs she spent the afternoon catching and eating. "You know how the next part goes?" he asked, still unsure of himself. Stephen was good looking but he was terribly nervous when it came to girls. And he seemed to attract only those girls who were even more nervous than he was. He had dated a few shy and mousy girls but they never went further than a few furtive touches. So when it came to sex, at 25, he was as innocent as a little boy (which isn't all that innocent given the amount of porn little boys watch these days). She blushed and studied her toes. In another situation, in another place, Stephen wouldn't have dared to even dream about doing what he did next. But right now, right there, a man's got to do what a man's got to do. What happened next seemed to be a dream to him. A very real dream, but one with an undeniable dream-like quality to it. He pulled her closer and kissed her softly on her lips. "What had happened to those jutting bunny teeth?" he wondered as his tongue slipped in between soft rose-petal lips and ran lightly over her perfect teeth. His nose touched hers gently as they their tongues met and danced shyly. The hand he had on her hip grew bolder as he cupped her flesh, enjoying the feel. His roaming hands reached behind her to rub her back gently but firmly, pressing her against him. Her waist-length hair felt like satin rubbing into the back of his hand. Annie sighed softly into his mouth as she leaned against him, her breasts squeezing into the space between their bodies. They stood there tongues entwined for what seemed like ages. Annie suddenly broke off the kiss. Taking the sash that held her robe together, she smiled shyly at him before pressing it into his hand. He smiled broadly, pulling it slowly. Her robe loosened as the sash came loose. He leaned over to kiss her again as he tugged it off her shoulders but he did not remain at her mouth for long. He made a trail of soft, tender kisses as his mouth nibbled her neck, her exquisite shoulders; his tongue dipping momentarily into valley between those snowy peaks. Just when she thought he would touch her where no man had touched before, he stepped back to admire the view. The jut of her breasts was all that stopped her robe from drifting to the floor leaving her totally exposed. And as her breath quickened, her heaving breasts caused the fabric to slide further until it caught on the tips of her erect nipples and stopped. He admired her as she stood blushing under his gaze, resisting the urge to cover herself, at the same time luxuriating under his unabashed adoration. "You're so beautiful" He gave her robe a gentle tug. She closed her eyes as she felt it float to her feet. She felt him step near again, felt his closeness, felt him bending down. He blew softly on her nipples, his warm breath making her shiver. He kissed her all over, nibbling, lapping, yet deliberately skipping her nipples. "Pleassee... " she pleaded. He laughed quietly as he saw her nipples rise to the occasion. She felt her breasts grow heavy and swollen. "Ohhh..." a gasp escaped her lips as his tongue finally laved the erect nubs that jutted almost painfully from her flushed breasts. He lapped and suckled, teasing them out, making them turgid and sensitive. "Mmmmm..... ah... ah..." She squirmed as he held her. They lay down on the thick luxuriant rug he had spread in the centre of the runes and pentagram. Her knees were too weak to stand and he was now throughly enjoying himself exploring her body, touching, tasting, smelling and watching her react with delight. His hands squeezed, stroked, petted her every inch, his mouth and tongue left hot kisses all over her and his eyes drank it all in. He travelled from her left breast to her right breast and to the sweet valley in between; moving on to her arms, her fingers, even to her (she blushed at this) underarms, where he took in her sights and smells with pleasure. He delighted in her taut stomach, her cutesy belly button. He took his time to explore her thighs, her calfs and her feet. Intricate designs were traced on her inner thigh as she writhed and moaned. "Ahhhhh.... Ohh... Stevie... please, yes.. please...yesss" Yes, sweet Annie was moaning openly now, her nervousness and timidity thrown to the wind. Stephen was drunk with pleasure, held spellbound as he ravished the dainty morsel set before him. His questing mouth wandered higher, reaching the crease between her thigh and her treasures. She was slick with moisture, a thin, sparkling rivulet ran from her lips to her nether hole - an intensely erotic sight. She moaned, her whole body alight with the fire of arousal. She humped the air lewdly. He admired the sexual animal he had awakened for a moment before he finally kissed the centre of her desire. "Uhhhh.... Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh... Stevie... that's it... that's it...." He let his tongue sweep the juices of those velvet lips before gently but insistently pushing into the entrance. His soft tongue drove her wild as it probed into her soaked box. Under a fine and downy covering of fuzz that glistened with beads of juice, he saw her little pink button peek out from under its hood. His tongue withdrew from her steaming lovehole and was replaced by a probing finger. He flicked her love button with the tip of her tongue, watching her shudder. Her pussy spasmed wildly. His tongue worked the area around her clit, stopping only to flick it gently once in a while. Another finger had been inserted now and they massaged and filled her. He felt her whole body tense up for a second, then her whole body thrashed wildly. His lips captured her swollen clit, sucking lovingly. He heard her making strange purring, mewing noises. He hoped it didn't hurt. It didn't look like it did but her reactions were so strange he wasn't quite so sure now. It took a long while before she quietened down. He slid down beside her, stroking her sweat-slick, contented body. "You don't know how beautiful you look. And how good you taste and smell..." he whispered in her ear. As he held her close, his hardness pressed against her thighs. She looked down and smiled. "Do it now," she said quietly. Her legs parted willingly as he moved between those lithe thighs. Their eyes locked as he pushed very slowly into her virgin hole. He watched her eyes widen as she felt herself stretched. A thin veil held him back. She nodded and he plunged into her and stopped dead in mid thrust. She screamed that ear-piercing scream that froze his blood before dissolving into sobs. "Oh... baby, don't cry.. don't cry" he held her head close. His felt torn apart hearing her scream like that. It was then that he realised how she had taken his heart completely. "It's ok," she sniffled. He held her like that for a long time, his tool buried halfway in that tight, slippery vice that gripped him so hard it hurt. He caressed her, kissed her and whispered to her - making love to her in every way short of fucking. He felt her respond soon. She entwined her legs around him, pushing back at him with a little moan. "Go slow, ok?" she was still a bit uncertain. He kissed her passionately as he let himself slide deeper inside. Slowly, tenderly, he eased in until he felt himself buried all the way. She gasped. She felt so full, so stretched. The bumps and ridges tickled her and rubbed her in pleasant ways. The dull pain was mixed with pleasure as he cautiously slid out with painstaking slowness. "A bit faster" she whispered, eyes closed. She tingled all over as his hot rod drilled into her. Especially when it rubbed against that pleasure spot on the upper side of her soaking cunt. And when his pubes mashed into her sensitive button, the hairs tickling it. They had not gone at it for 15 minutes before she started grinding her hips back at him with wild abandon. He felt reckless and free as they rutted. He knew he was addicted to her. Addicted to feeling her hot velvet glove grip him as he rode her. To seeing the way her breasts moved as he ploughed into her. To see her arousal and pleasure displayed on her face. To see the look she had in her eyes which said "Fuck me". He could tell she was about to cum again. She was starting to make those cute, weird noises like she did the last time. He pistoned into her, fingers reaching down to caress her little nubbin. That drove her over the edge. "Ngggghhhhh......ahhhhhhhhggggrrrrrr.....hhgghhh..mmmfff" He swallowed her noises as he felt himself explode into that silky cocoon that clenched and contracted violently around him, milking him dry. He groaned into her mouth and she into his as they rode the highest peaks of orgasmic bliss together. They kept fucking till they're exhausted bodies gave up and they collapsed in a sweaty, glistening tangle of arms, legs, torso and head, her hair all over both of them. Stephen carried Annie's limp body and carefully stepped over the borders of the pentagram. The candle on the skull candlestick flickered, it's dying light showed him crossing the room and collapsing into the large bed at the far end. What the light did not show were the two little figures crouched outside the window. "That wassss not what Bonding meant!!" one imp hissed to the other. "Look..." the other servant imp started to reply. "You could have told them!! Bonding was when the her frog tongue touched his finger!!" "Look, the hero always screws the girl.. it's an obligatory thing... ya know... part of the heroing" "But they're cousinsss!!!!" hissed the other. You could almost hear the exclamation marks being belted out one by one. "Lookee here... this is a sex story site. It was absolutely necessary. Now hush before you wake them." The two short figures argued in soft hissing voices as they disappeared into the shadows.