Sylona

Name:Sylona
Species:Frog girl
Gender: female
Age: 22
Size:5ft4ins
Hair Color:Turquoise
Eye Color:blue
Appearance: Petite
Bust Size: 32 C
Occupation: Scavanger and free spirit
Role:Switch/predatory lean
Sexuality: Bisexual
Disposition:Sylona isn't driven by much, she's happy doing whatever as long as whatever isn't much and so she is a calm individual. Even she has urges though and the long tongue does come in handy.


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Such Slick Temptations

The water slithered ever so slightly down the moss covered rocks and into the mighty pool below, it was a beautiful lake to be sure and the small waterfall added to it's beauty. Aside from the ripples caused by the waterfall the lake was surprisingly calm, the odd dragonfly skimmed happily atop the water but as for fish none none could be seen and neither were there any birds perched atop the surface......correction, there was but one small bird.

It looked to be a duck from the brown feathers covering it's body and the yellow beak it sported, it's tail swished back and forth lightly before it's head arched down to drink some water. It was strange to see one lone bird....but in a blink of an eye that lone duck disappeared and it's wake were but a few ripples. From the looks of it the small duck had been pulled downwards by some slick, pink appendage but it had happened so quickly that there was really no telling what had happened....at least this was the conclusion a lone figure resting on the pebbled beach had come to.

The figure, her ears pointed like that of a knife and with near crystal like eyes, watched the ripples move towards her submerged legs before fading entirely, it had been strange to see the duck disappear and not resurface but eventually the woman turned her attention to something else, that of a dragonfly buzzing around her head.

Iolande was for all intents and purposes a free spirit, she held no job, had no need for property or possessions and in general was content to enjoy the wilds in it's true splendour....which was evident as she sat upon the pebbled beach, her pale skinned body bare of clothing and displayed ready to soak up as much of the warm sun's rays as possible. With an almost petite frame,unsurprising considering her elven heritage, Iolande looked younger than she was but of course with a long life came extended youth and so the 300 year old woman looked barely a day over twenty.

Parting her legs lightly the slim woman watched the water rush dangerously close to her exposed nethers before it came to a rest an inch or so away, the water was already pooling around her thighs and the rest of her legs were beneath the surface of the cool water, it made for a pleasant way to cool down as the rest of her bare bodice caught the warmth of the summer sun....but unknown to the elf that was soon about to change.

Like the free spirit that she was Iolande arched her head back slightly and moved a nimble hand up and across her slim stomach, gently she stroked it before moving upwards still until she arrived at the mound of her breast. Already her nipples were erect from the cool water but this did not stop her from giving one of the pink buds a gentle twist. Giggling lightly she did the same with her other breast before gasping, there was nothing quite like a little stimulation on such a peaceful day. Closing her crystal coloured eyes the elf gently began to rub the soft flesh of her breasts and it wasn't long before she was lost in her own small burst of pleasure......a dangerous situation indeed for the still lake was suddenly not so still anymore.

Unknown to Iolande a head had suddenly broken the surface of the water and two ice blue eyes were now watching her with unknown intent, for a moment the figure merely stared at the red faced elf before they disappeared beneath the surface leaving naught but ripples in their wake. The lone woman on the beach opened her eyes for a split second but as she saw nothing spare ripples she returned back to her gentle groping unaware that she was not alone.

Iolande was alerted quite suddenly to the fact that she wasn't alone, not from a sound but rather a sensation. Opening her eyes suddenly she squeaked with surprise before looking down to her nehers, her pink folds were nowhere to be seen for they had in fact been covered by something else pink and glistening, it seemed to throb slightly and stretched off into the water. The elf unsure of what to do followed the appendage with her eyes only to see a figure half submerged in the water. The figure in the lake, with a faint green tone to her skin and large eyes looked back at the elf as her tongue rested upon Iolande's nethers. Iolande quickly came to the conclusion that the creature was a frog, or more precisely a frog girl for the swell of her breasts were evident as were the feminine curves to her slender body. Iolande squeaked with shock and made ready to knock the tongue away from her bare lips....but she didn't have time.

The long pink tongue suddenly slipped an inch downwards as if ready to return to it's owner, instead however it flicked and wriggled....and found its way inside the elf. Iolande,shocked at the sudden intrusion, gasped...but the shock was suddenly forced from her mind and instead replaced with something more nice, pleasure for the frog's tongue suddenly began to squirm in the elf's warm depths. It lasted but a moment however as the tongue receded and returned to it's owners mouth and clearly from the frog's expression she very much liked the taste. The green skinned woman grinned, her lips curving wide into an almost impossible smile and her eyes were deadlocked on the elf. Iolande was frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do...in turns out she could do nothing for the frog's tongue was suddenly thrown from her mouth towards the elf.

There was a rather sudden and heavy SPLAT as the sticky tongue struck Iolande on her left breast, it lingered there for a second or two before retracting leaving an obvious trail of saliva. The frog, content once more to taste the elf's sweet flesh grinned again before the tongue struck a third time, this time it hit Iolande on her cheek and lingered there for a few seconds longer until it slipped away. The elf was left with a sticky cheek and a rather shocked expression. For a moment she merely sat there before Iolande raised her hands in a motion that showed she had had more than enough. Rising from the ground she turned and began to walk away.....until the tongue shot forward and wrapped around her ankle.

There was a split second where nothing happened before the tongue retracted.....and with it went the nimble, naked elf. Iolande shrieked as her footing was pulled from beneath her before she hit the rocks with a THUMP. The tongue tugged again and the bare elf was pulled unceremoniously across the smooth pebbles until her entire body slipped into the cold water....a mere few feet from the frog girl. With the tongue wrapped tightly around one of her legs it again tugged.....and suddenly Iolande's foot had disappeared into the frog's slick throat. It wasn't a case of swallowing, at least not to start with, for Iolande's leg had simply been pulled downwards. It left the elf in a rather awkward position for one leg flailed wildly while the other struggled to move because of it's constricting surroundings, ...and this was made all the worse considering the elf was half submerged and coughing for air.

The frog girl took the elf's free leg in her webbed hands and without a single pause rammed it deep into her throat to join it's twin, the elf unable to do anything flailed in an attempt to breath. Finally the frog swallowed and it was indeed a hearty one, a mighty GULP echoed as Iolande's knee's and much of her thigh's disappeared into the predator's throat before another followed directly afterwards. Iolande's hips disappeared and so too did her saliva coated nethers, she may have at one point enjoyed the tongue but now those thoughts were long gone as she was ruthlessly and hastily devoured.

The frog girl swallowed again as Iolande hung from her lips, as the GULP echoed she could finally breath as her head was pulled from the lake. With a gasp she attempt to plead, to scream....but there was no reply spare the odd satisfied and muffled moan from the predator. Already the frog's throat had become bloated beyond all reason but as she swallowed again her belly began to expand, the slick and stretchy skin was quick to contort to the elf's shape as her legs were forced deep into the sweltering sack, it was filling quickly....and there was still much of the elf to go.

Another gulp followed and the frog's slick, saliva coated lips slipped over Iolande's delicate stomach and her soft breasts, the predator for a moment lingered on the juicy meat giving them a plentiful suck....but it ended as quickly as it started and they too disappeared into the moist depths of the predator's body. With only the elf's flailing arms, shoulders and her head left to go it was clear the outcome to the situation was not going to be a good one for Iolande. Weeping lightly she tried to do whatever she could to escape.....but there was nothing.

Grabbing the elf's arms the predator swallowed again sending much of the elf down her throat, just her head and part of her arms remaining the frog released her grip and placed her webbed hands on the hefty dome of her stomach, it's weight was evident from the curve of the frog's legs that she had been forced to take. The predator was content to allow the elf to slowly slither down her throat until finally with one quick SNAP she closed her lips and GULPED. Iolande's head slipped down the slick throat and finally ended up with the rest of her saliva covered body....the sweltering stomach.

The predator, clutching her very taut and detailed belly gasped happily, her tongue slithered out of her mouth and swayed lightly showing a deep sense of satisfaction before she fell backwards into the lake with a hefty SPLASH. Bobbing in the water as her belly gurgled, groaned and squirmed the frog was content to float before her tongue slithered out and trickled across her own body until it arrived at her own moist nethers.

The frog wasted no time in letting it slither inside to pleasure herself as her belly squirmed with it's hefty meal. A long and slow digestion gradually began as the frog lapped at her own juices.

Such a slick temptation....




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