A Special Stretch

"Assistance?" Ling asked, looking incredulously at the chubby frog man. And to her credit, he seemed as likely to be a grand athlete as a moss covered rock. In fact, looking at him, he did indeed look like someone had taken said rock and placed frilly clothes on it. "Don't worry about exerting yourself. I'm sure i'll get it at some point." Of course, she wasn't aware that he fully intended to 'give it to her' right on this spot. Not that the sweet, innocent, Ling would likely get the innuendo.

"But why wait, when I can show you a special Boggart exercise!" Prince Ribbiton, of course, ignored the subtle slight against his honor. Not that it wasn't true. As stated before, the Boggart was not so athletically inclined, and it should be just shocking to readers that he did, in fact, exercise. It was a standard that the royal family would occasionally do such activities. Although other than Crown Prince Chad Ribbitsworth of Deep Bog, few indulged beyond just keeping in shape. Ruling a swamp kingdom was, after all, quite hard. Not that it kept in the way of fucking, mind you, but enough that things such as the Wizard's Fitness Test was just a luxury. That, and fucking itself built quite a bit of stamina, and our dear prince was quite proficient with his loin lance to build up quite a bit of stamina over the years.

Ling suppressed the urge to say 'I somehow doubt that', and kept on a smile. "Alright... why not. So what do I do?" She asked, placing one hand on one of her hips. She didn't really expect much in the way of advice. What could he show her than years of martial arts training couldn't?

"Lie on your back, and hold your thighs." It was so straight forward, and a bit of a lewd request. Ling, not surprisingly, was just a bit **** to follow such an order. This wasn't to say she fully understood the lewdness of it, as she was not instructed in such things such as mating presses, ground poundings, and other lewd and debauched sexual positions. In her mind, the most lewd act that such a woman could actually do was hand holding, with head pats. Despite this unfortunate education, her primal side had an inkling of what such a lewd act would look, or in this case sound, like. Needless to say, asking a young woman to do such an act was usually considered quite rude, and I would not suggest any reader to do such a thing.

"What?" Ling asked, raising a brow, her face a bit sterner than it was before. This had gone from simple 'not believing the frog man knew what he was doing' to 'he knew exactly what he was doing. And readers, Prince Ribbiton did. It was, after all, his intention to stuff her completely full of his fat froggy cock. But in this case, like many, what he was about to say was a half truth. All the best truths are, after all, half truths.

"What?" He asked innocently, feigning as much confusion as his amphibian face could allow. Which admittedly wasn't that much. Boggarts often expressed emotion through gestures, tone of voice, or in the odd times through directly stating it. This avoided a great deal of confusion among themselves, and more importantly other races. While Boggarts were horny, lewd creatures, they prided politeness among all else. "It's just simple stretching, no? I grab your ankles and push them forward... you humans do all the time, don't you?"

Blushing, Ling suddenly did remember that pushing the ankles forward was a common enough stretching method between two people. It wasn't anything special, and even though some of her earned suspicion was alleviated, she was confused about the so called 'secret' he was hiding. "Oh... uh... right...."

Leaning back in the grass, Ling unabashedly grabbed her thighs, and lifted her legs high into the air, although before she was about to place them together, she felt his hands grab her ankles. "What are you...?"

"It is needed for the special exercise." He explained, placing himself between her spread thighs, and easing her up just slightly. Ling was unaware of his intentions, or that her pure white panties were on display. Had she been slightly more perceptive, she would have noticed him shifting his mighty dick in his frumpy pants. However, she just nodded, still a bit confused.

"I see..." She said, still a bit uncertain. However, as he pushed her ankles towards her face, and the feeling of the stretching, she was inclined to believe him. It wasn't much, she could achieve this much on her own. But years of martial arts had her learn patience, and she was inclined to wait. This was, of course, a mistake. Something she noted, when she felt something press against her pussy. Something hard, and warm, as Prince Ribbiton began to push on her ankles ever so slightly. "Ummm..." She asked, a slight blush to her pretty face. "What... what is that?" She asked, clearly intending to question why he was dry humping her.

"The stretch! Can you not feel it?" Prince Ribbiton asked, acting quite innocent of the fact he was sexually harassing this young vixen. Now readers, under normal circumstances, Ling would be entirely in her right mind to snap his neck with a swift kick. However, she was innocent and perhaps a bit naive. Or perhaps the rating system just happened to miss this scene when judging content. Whatever the case, Ling only nodded at his response.

Back and forth he slid his dick, the still clothed member grinding against her clothed pussy. And Ling only continued to blush deeper, and finding her breathing becoming a bit erratic. She was becoming a bit hot and bothered, not used to being fondled in such an obscene way. But that didn't stop him, the shaft grinding against the lips of her pussy, as the head fondled the slowly engorging clit. Already, her womanhood began to swell and become wet, but Prince Ribbiton continued to grind away.

Slowly his positioned had changed. As Ling became more aroused, he had begun to ease her further and further back. Before long, her ankles rested on his shoulders, and the buxom martial artist as nearly bent in half under him. From this angle, the head pushed against her pussy, and save for the fabric, it likely would have pushed in. "Can you feel it?"

"Yes...!" Ling's voice was practically a moan, her body not used to such lewdness. She was a good girl, and her rational mind would recoil at the idea of what he was doing. But her reptilian mind was another story. It was the side that was making her wet. Making her nipples stiff. "I can feel it! It's so much!" Whether it was the stretching, or the fat dick rubbing at the entrance of pussy, who could say?

With one more grind, he gripped his frumpy pants, and pulled down. His fat dick practically exploded out of the confines of the frumpy, silly pants. Lining himself up, he prepared to slam in, claiming the buxom young Ling as his.