The Final Ring - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The next morning, Robyn awoke to the sounds of a squirrel scampering through the limbs above the glade. She had been sleeping with her arm across her father's chest, her head cradled in the crook of his arm. She listened to the rhythmic rise and fall of chest as he slept. Remembering the special love they had shared last night, she trailed her hand down across his chest. Loving the feel of the taut skin atop corded muscle, Robyn opened her thighs, feeling them sticky as they parted, still tacky with the evidence of last night's lovemaking. Her hand reached lower, her fingertips grazing the surface of her father's cock. She softly brushed her hand back and forth over the shaft, feeling it slowly respond.

As Dingoo's penis began to swell, Robyn quietly lifted her head and slid down his body. Laying her head on his stomach, she opened her lips and carefully brought the swelling glans to her mouth. Her pink tongue lovingly swirled around the large head, her mouth watering as she tasted their passion still present on his cock. Bending her head, she took it into her mouth and began to suck. Her left hand cradled his balls, gently rubbing and massaging them. As she skillfully sucked the now hard shaft, she began to taste the salty flavor of her father's precum seeping from the tip of his cock. The taste of her father's arousal spurred her on. Her right hand had found its way between her thighs, and was busy rolling the hard bud of her abused clitoris between her fingertips.

With her own excitement rising, she did her best to pleasure her father. Her tongue swirled along the underside of his cock head as she began to move her mouth over him faster. She moaned as she felt her own climax break, fresh moisture wetting her hand as she played between the swollen lips of her pussy. Just as the tremors of her orgasm began to subside, she felt her father's body stiffen, and his cock pulsed in her mouth. His salty sweet cum spurted against her tongue, thick and rich like wild honey. She sucked and swallowed as fast as she could, eager to devour every drop. A stray glob leaked from the corner of her mouth, and slowly began to run down her chin.

"Good morning, daughter," Dingoo whispered with a smile. "What do think you are doing, my little one?" He reached down and brushed the dribble off her chin with the side of his thumb.

Robyn blushed, and reluctantly let her father's penis slip from her lips. "I was hungry." She captured his hand with hers and brought it up to her lips, sucking the last drop of his seed from his thumb.

Pulling his daughter up to his face, Dingoo kissed her, his tongue parting her lips and licking across her teeth. Finally breaking their deep kiss, he looked into her blue eyes and smiled. "Let's get you a proper breakfast, my insatiable child."

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The next half-hour was spent washing in the nearby creek, and heating some cold meat and flat bread from their packs over a small fire. Dingoo described the area she was to patrol today; noting it was further than she had gone alone before. He described where she was to meet Ruckee, the ranger who was on patrol in that area now. Robyn listened to the words of caution, smiling at his concern.

"I know you think you can take on a pack of bugbears single-handedly, my new Ranger Guide. But you still have much to learn. Understand?" Dingoo scowled with concern.

"Yes, Sir, I will be careful. Besides, bugbears are solitary hunters and don't travel in packs," she said as she turned and bent down to pick up her pack.

SMACK. The flat of Dingoo's sword scabbard struck her a stinging blow across her exposed ass. "Smart-ass daughter! You know how costly overconfidence can be. Remember the affair with the gnolls last fall?"

Rubbing her burning bottom, Robyn said seriously," I do understand, father, and I will be careful."

"That's better. I don't want yesterday to be your last birthday."

"And what will you get me next year? Another visit from your three friends?"

"Possibly, if I can get those rascals to volunteer again" he joked.

Feigning indignation, Robyn remarked, "They had better, if they know what's good for them!"

Dingoo laughed at his child's antics, happy that she had enjoyed his gift to her. Besides, he thought, after what I saw, I'm not sure I could keep them away from her even if I wanted to.

He watched Robyn adjust the straps on her leather armor and shoulder her pack. Reaching down, he picked up her spear and handed it to her. "Travel swiftly, my little guide, may the Forest Goddess protect you."

Robyn wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug, smelling his skin. "I love you Father. I'll be back soon." She kissed his lips quickly; afraid that her passion would get the better of her if she stayed in his arms too long. Without another word, she left the glade and slipped noiselessly into the brush.

Dingoo watched her go, smiling with pride at the quietness and speed of her departure. He reached out with his inner senses and followed her progress for a few moments more.

Wiping a solitary tear off his cheek, he reflected on the druid lessons concerning the cycles of life and death. Although he knew the lessons as well as any druid by now, he wondered for possibly the hundredth time why it was so hard to apply them to someone you loved. The Ranger Master looked down at the matted grass where he and his child had spent their night of love. Reaching into a pocket of his vest he pulled out a handful of luomyr-flower seeds. Smiling, he scattered the seeds of his daughter's favorite flower on the ground were they had lain. With luck, a new patch of the fragrant flowers would bloom here soon, a living reminder of the special meaning this place now held.

Straightening, he poured the contents of his wineskin over the embers of the fire. Once he was sure the coals were out, he gathered his pack and weapons and refilled his wineskin from the creek. With a last look in the direction his daughter had taken, he turned and headed back to the main camp.

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The young Ranger Guide slipped through the forest, her senses alert to her surroundings. Her path took her southwest, closer to the elven territory and the older portions of the forest. As she passed quietly through the deep forest she took the time to familiarize herself with landmarks as she went. This portion of the forest was relatively new to her, further away from her home than she had patrolled alone before.

After several hours, near midday, the nature of the forest began to change. The land began to rise and fall as she entered a series of rolling hills. The ground was rockier and the trees a bit thinner.

Before long, she could hear the sound of running water. The air felt a bit cooler as well and she knew she was approaching a large stream or river. Remembering the maps she had studied, Robyn reasoned that this must be the stream Glossamvin that flowed through the area she was to patrol. The land sloped sharply downward, forming a small vale filled with smaller trees and brush. Insects and birds filled the air, and the sunshine was warm on her skin as she emerged from the shadows of the larger trees.

Making her way through the thickets and brush, she approached the fast running stream. Recent summer rains had added water to the stream, making it more like a river than the stream it normally was. The rains and turbulent flow had stirred up mud and sediment, muddying the waters as well. Reaching the bank she began to search for good place to cross the swollen stream. She hiked for several minutes before reaching a well-used path, which led to a ford across the stream. The stream was now over twenty-five feet across.

The muddy water obscured sight of the stream bottom, but judging by the turbulence she saw there must be several large stones placed across the stream as a footbridge. Robyn began to wade out into the water while probing the water ahead with the shaft of her spear. She was careful to try and keep her footing while moving out against the strong, swift current.

She had only advanced a couple of feet when she was surprised by a splash. Looking up, she saw a trio of figures on the other bank. Quickly retreating, she scrambled back onto solid ground and went into a fighting stance.

On the far bank, three figures continued to throw sticks and debris into the stream. Shading her eyes against the glare, Robyn could finally make out the nature of her attackers. The three humanoids were bullywogs, a humanoid frog people, and supposedly the offshoot of some mad wizard's quest to develop a race of slaves. While not bred for intelligence, they did have rudimentary language and their own culture. They usually lived near water, content to forage and fish. Normally, the peaceful creatures traded with other races, offering fish and aquatic plants for metal articles or colorful items that they could use as jewelry or decorations.

This isn't like them. What's going on here?

As she watched, she tightened her grip on her spear and tried to puzzle out the bullywogs' odd behavior. While they were throwing debris into the stream, they clearly weren't trying to hit her. Robyn knew they could toss the sticks across the water to try to hit her if that was their intention. One of the frog-people disappeared from sight. The other two stopped their assault on the stream, only throwing sticks when she approached the edge of the water to see where their third member had disappeared.

They don't want me to cross the stream! Bullywogs aren't normally particularly territorial. What is this all about?

The ranger's pondering was cut short by the reappearance of the third bullywog. The green-skinned creature was dragging a large sack. Huffing with exertion, it dragged the sack up to its companions. The humanoids hissed and chirped excitedly, pointing in her direction. Finally they reached some sort of a decision. Reaching into the sack, they pulled out larger stones and began to heft them into the water. While pondering what this all meant Robyn was amazed to see the water become more turbulent and disturbed.

"Gods protect," she swore.

A large water serpent rose out of the water, its head a good four feet above the surface of the water. The barrage of rocks had forced it from its hiding place around the rocks at the ford. The bullywogs intensified their attack, driving the serpent back underwater. The aquatic monster quickly swam off, its long body occasionally breaking the surface of the water. Robyn realized the frog-men had probably saved her life. In the water, the twenty-foot long monster would have had the edge on her in a fight.

The bullywogs hooted and danced on the other bank. They were obviously celebrating their victory over the water serpent. They threw more stones at the retreating form, shaking their thin arms in the air. Robyn had to smile at their antics; giggling as tension of the situation drained out of her.

Smiling at the bullywogs, she shouted to them. "Thank you, thank you very much!"

The bullywogs hooted back. One of them tossed a length of rope and a bundle across the swollen stream. Opening the bundle, she discovered that it was an oiled leather sack. One of the bullywogs pointed to his back and pantomimed removing a pack. Robyn nodded, understanding what they wanted. She removed her pack and placed it inside the sack. Her belt pouches and wineskin followed. When she was done she tied the sack closed and threw the free end of the rope back over the stream. Grasping the oiled sack, she walked to the water's edge and began to wade across. The bullywogs pulled on the rope as she advanced. Robyn was amazed at the power of the current. Less than five feet across and the water was already up to her waist; the current pulling viciously at her legs and threatening to sweep her feet out from under her.

At the mid-way point the water was up to her breasts; the cold water making her nipples harden and chafe on the inside of her leather chest-piece. Her footing became more and more tenuous and she was forced to rely on the bullywogs pulling her to the other side. Finally, the three creatures had pulled her across. The young ranger sat on the grass, pulling her boots off and draining the water out of them. The bullywogs watched closely. One of them touched the sole of her foot, caressing it lightly.

Robyn giggled, "Hey, cut it out, that tickles!"

The bullywogs hissed softly and smiled broadly. The largest of the trio pointed to its own webbed feet and then back at hers. Holding one of her boots, it shook its head sadly. Grabbing her boot, she laughed with her three rescuers.

"Yes, if I had feet like yours I wouldn't need to wear boots."

The air, which had seemed so warm before now seemed chilly as a light breeze blew across her wet skin and soaked leathers. The sun had moved behind some clouds adding to the sudden feeling of cool. Shivering, she pulled on her boot and stood up. Looking closely at her new friends, she could tell the two smaller bullywogs were males; as evidenced by their smaller size and lighter coloring. The female stood nearly half a foot taller and her skin was a beautiful deep shade of emerald green. She was about four and a half feet tall, about a full foot shorter than the young ranger was.

One of the males untied the sack and handed over her pack and pouches, kept dry by the oiled leather. She pulled an oiled cloth out of her pack and dried her sword with it. Satisfied the dwarfish steel would be safe from rust, she resheathed it and put her backpack back on.

The female bullywog, clearly the leader, motioned her to follow them as they started to walk down the path away from the stream. The soaked warrior scrambled after them. The sun returned from behind the clouds and her wet leather armor soon began to feel hot and uncomfortable.

After a short walk they arrived at a large hut in a small clearing beside a small brook. One of the males fetched a clay cup and filled it with water from the brook and offered it to the female bullywog. After she drank a small amount, she held the cup out to Robyn.

"Thank you very much."

The ranger gratefully swallowed some of the cool, clear water. The other male stoked the ashes of a small fire; adding wood to build a small fire. The female said something to her companions with some hoots and clicks that made their language. The males went into the hut and returned as Robyn was removing her pack. They placed a roasting spit holding several trout over the fire and began to turn it. Robyn watched them begin to cook the fish. The males turned the fish slowly while occasionally sprinkling some herbs over the cooking trout, filling the air with a sweet, spicy aroma. The female hobbled to Robyn and began to until the knots holding her chest-piece together with her long nimble fingers.

"What?"

The female bullywog rubbed her dripping leathers and motioned from her to remove them. Feeling a little silly, Robyn removed her leather skirt and boots while the female removed her leather armor. Finally standing naked before the frog-people, Robyn blushed as the bullywogs all stared at her with their large black eyes.

The female touched her ringed nipples with a trembling finger. "Bruuup?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand?"

The female smiled abruptly and walked into the hut. Robyn stretched, loving the feel of the warm sum on her drying skin. She set her boots and leathers in the sun to dry. Opening her pack, she searched until she found her comb. It was made of ivory and studded with several small poor quality garnets. Combing her hair quickly, she decided to offer the comb to her hosts as a way of saying thank you. She looked over her shoulder and found the two males staring at her backside as she bent over her pack. They quickly averted their eyes when they saw her looking at them. They smiled and hooted to each other.

Now what is all that about, she wondered?

The larger male called into the hut while the other set the cooked fish on a clay platter. The female returned outside carrying three cups and a blue glass bottle.

While the female filled all four cups with more water from the brook, the males dug into the ashes of the fire and removed several brown stones using forked sticks. These were placed next to the fish on the crude platter and brought into the center of the clearing.

Robyn moved closer as the female motioned her to sit down. Sitting cross-legged, she felt a momentary flash of embarrassment as her hairless sex was spread and put on display by this seated position. Looking at her rescuers, she noticed for the first time the large bulges inside the males' genital pouches and the opening to the female's vagina as the lady frog sat beside her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp crack as the male broke open the brown stones revealing sweet ground tubers baked in a clay shell.

"Oh yes, my favorite," the ranger exclaimed happily.

The frogs smiled at her reaction. The female chirped something to her two companions and they sat as well, one of the males beside each of the females. The men-frogs began to break off pieces of the fish, and held them up to the females' mouths. When Robyn tried to take the food from the male next to her, the female hooted angrily, chastising her.

"I'm sorry, what's wrong," asked the confused young woman.

The female bullywog leaned back and allowed her male to feed her directly. Pausing, she motioned for Robyn to lean back and let the male feed her. The ranger did as requested; opening her mouth to accept the morsel of fish her attendant gently pushed into her mouth. She chewed the tasty morsel, enjoying the taste. While she ate, her attendant quickly took a bite himself, then quickly got another piece ready for her. The female frog chirped, and rubbed Robyn's shoulder in encouragement. The webbed hand slipped down the ranger's bare back, stroking the muscles; relaxing the young human. Robyn moaned as the frog's fingers rubbed her tense muscles. The green skin wasn't slimy at all; instead it was smooth and silky like a well-oiled glove.

Robyn opened her mouth and accepted another morsel. This one was a small piece of her favorite treat, baked sweet tubers. She had to lick and suck the small tuber from between the male frog's fingers. He smiled at her enthusiasm, and rubbed his slim green fingers over her lips as she tried to lick the sweet, tuber juices off them. The quartet continued their meal, occasionally drinking sips of water.

As the meal finished, Robyn's partner became more playful, straddling one of her thighs and purposely smearing her mouth and chin with the food. Robyn was shocked at first when he leaned over her and licked bits of the fish off her lips. She leaned back on her elbows and let the bullywog hop between her legs as he bent over to lick both sides of her face. The frog's tongue was incredible, a foot long and amazingly limber. It was moist and warm. She realized that he was standing between her spread legs and that she was completely naked. She glanced down and noticed the hard shape of the bulywog's cock swelling inside his genital pouch. She felt herself begin to get aroused as he slurped and licked the food from her face. Then the frog leaned against her and gave her the deepest tongue kiss she had ever experienced. She could feel his tongue slip down her throat, soft, warm, and wriggling.

"Mmmm..." she mumbled around his tongue as she spread her legs and locked her ankles behind his back.

Glancing to her right, she saw the other two frogs had similar ideas. The female bullywog had turned her partner onto his back and had coaxed his yellow penis out if its pouch. The saffron-colored cock was a good seven inches long and weeping profusely. The watery precum was dark and thin, running freely over the female's fist.

Determined not to ignore her own partner, Robyn began to rub her moistening pussy against the male's pouch. She laid back and held onto his scaly forearms as he planted his webbed hands and hovered above.her. She gasped as she felt the tip of his own cock protrude from the slit in his pouch. As he leaned down and began to lick her achingly hard nipples, she wiggled her hips to position the emerging cock at her entrance.

As the firm rubbery shaft slid into her, she was amazed at the heat of his precum. It seemed to fill her with a penetrating heat, making her more and more excited. The thin fluid gushed out as she used her feet to pull the bullywog's hips against her crotch. The male hissed as she gripped his cock with her inner muscles, tightening and relaxing her pussy around it. He alternated between nibbling her nipples with his fat rubbery lips, and kissing her deeply with his long tongue.

Beside her, the female was riding her partner energetically, cooing with pleasure as he thrust up from beneath her. The combined fluids of the two ran down her thighs and dripped to form a puddle of the stuff on the male's flat belly. Robyn reached over and rubbed the juices over his soft scaly belly, wetting her fingers. She carefully brought her fingers to her mouth to taste the bullywog passions. It smelled like a pond and the flavor was like a salty salad. She sucked the delicious juices off her fingers greedily. The male bullywog began to thrust into Robyn harder, causing her to climb the path to her own peak of ecstasy.

"Yesss... more honey... fuuuck me!"

"Hoo, hisssssss," he replied, spurred on by her excited grin.

The frog grabbed her hips and began to pull her onto his prick as he thrust vigorously into her. Robyn looked down at their union and reached with one hand to grasp the yellow bullywog's cock as he slid in and out of her; effectively stroking his shaft into her dripping pussy. The copious precum and Robyn's own juices mixed and squished out of her with every stroke. Robyn was unprepared for the orgasm when it rushed over her without warning.

"Aahhh, Goddessss!!!!! YES!!!" she cried.

The male frog thrust into her hard and he hopped from one foot to the other as he began to cum. A deluge of amphibian cum shot into her convulsing tunnel. The flow was so large that the dark fluid ran out of her; literally squirting and dribbling beneath her as the yellow cock continued to pulse inside her. As the male frog released her hips, he slowly pulled his shrinking penis from within her. Robyn lay gasping for breath, legs spread wide and dark cum leaking out of her pussy.

The female bullywog crawled over and straddled the human's head, facing toward her knees. The female frog lowered her leaking slit onto Robyn's face and began to grind the circular opening over her mouth and chin. Robyn could taste the mixture of the thin dark sperm and the female's thicker clear cum. The resultant mixture had a sharp peppery taste that she eagerly sucked. As the female relaxed the muscular ring which held her tunnel closed, more and more combined fluids dribbled out, until the young ranger could barely keep up with it. Her tongue was a blur inside the female's orifice, licking and probing as far as she could reach.

Robyn gasped as felt the female's tongue slither into her own pussy. The warm foot-long rubbery tongue writhed inside her. The feeling was so novel, so unlike any other tongue she had ever felt that the ranger went into a series of rolling orgasms. She tried to please her lover as well, but simply couldn't keep up with her own climax. She continued to suck the female's hole, finally swallowing almost all of the sperm the other male had left there. Finally she couldn't take anymore and gently pushed her lover away. The female slowly pulled her tongue out of the human while watching the young woman jerk and twitch and clamp her legs together as one final orgasms rocked her.

"Oh goddess, that was fantastic!" Robyn hugged the female close, kissing her face and smiling uncontrollably.

The two males brought over two cups and the blue bottle Robyn had seen earlier. Pouring a small amount into the cups, they handed a cup to each of the females and moved away respectfully. The bullywog encouraged Robyn to drink. The ranger tasted it tentatively, than with gusto as the flavor blossomed on her tongue. It was tingly, filled with tiny bubbles that tickled her nose as she drank. The flavor was that of sweet chetzny berries. Robyn was amazed at the way it seemed to fill her with energy. All her fatigue seemed to melt away, leaving her alert and refreshed. The female smiled and kissed the human, then let her up off the ground.

Robyn retrieved the gem-studded comb from her pack and presented it to the bullywog matron. She smiled as the frog hissed and hooted in pleasure. Robyn dressed and arranged her gear as the frog displayed her gift to the two males.

As Robyn said her good-byes, she promised she would stop in on her way back. The frogs waved as she headed down the path leading southwest.

Looking over her shoulder, she could see the female on her hands and knees, a male at either end thrusting vigorously.

"Wow, those really are horny toads, aren't they?" she quipped.

Groaning at her bad pun, she tightened her pack and set off at a brisk pace.

Continued in Chapter 3

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