Frog Prince

Part 3

The next day was like any other.  Except Mycroft had a new friend.  A frog.  That was sort of blackmailing him.  But a friend none the less.  Frog went back to the well with the promise of being back for the evening meal.  He also hinted that he would be asking for his first request.  That kept the prince on edge all day.  He constantly thought about what he would want.  Last night had been quite enjoyable.  He hadn't laughed so much in ages.  The conversation in the bath seemed a bit odd, but what did he really know about frogs?  He decided to rectify that as soon as possible.  

Froggie arrived promptly for dinner.  The footman was prepared with a bowl of water and escorted the amphibian to a seat on Mycroft's left.  The queen didn't bat an eye.  She trusted her son to know what he was doing.  Lord Anderson was again at the table.  With the exception of a harrumph and dirty look, nothing was said.

The two new friends chatted and laughed all through the meal.  Anthea smiled at her charge.  Having a friend for the first time brought out his human side.  It was something he needed.  He was to serious.  A good king needs to know how to play as well.

The queen dismissed her son and friend early.  Their antics were refreshing, but a bit loud.  Mycroft took the bowl containing his frog up to his chambers.  As he was preparing for his nightly bath, frog spoke up.

"I want to make my first request."

The prince stood still, facing Frog. "Proceed." 

Frog was taken back by the brusque tone and flat expression.  It made asking that much more difficult. "Instead of your bath to relax, I want you to lie on the bed and pleasure yourself until you release."

Of all the things Mycroft imagined the frog asking for, this wasn't one of them

"You said anything as long as it didn't harm the kingdom or your family.  This can only bring pleasure to the future king." Froggie continued primly.

"What do you get out this"

"I get the pleasure of knowing what you like. What touches you find the most pleasurable.  Watching you come undone.  It's very erotic to see." he tried to use the most seductive voice  he could manage.

Mycroft nodded stiffly.  He dropped his robe and crawled to the center of his bed.  He was already starting to harden.  Hearing the reason for the odd request and the novelty of someone watching was turning him on more than he thought it would.

Froggie hopped to the side of the bed, "A little help, if you please. I want to be right next to you so I can hear every sigh. Every moan.  Every sound you make.  I want to see your hand as you stroke that magnificent cock.  I want to see your lubricant ooze over your fingers.  I want to be able to smell your desire, bathe in it's aroma.  I especially want to see your face at the exact moment you release."

Just hearing the frog speak such erotic things sent chills up the young man's spine.  It cause his cock to harden even further.  Mycroft let out a soft moan as he rolled to the edge of the bed to pick up the frog.  He set him on the bed and settle himself on his back.

Frog hopped on the pillow next to his head and whispered "Ready when you are."

*****

Mycroft laid in his pillows, his eyes closed.  He was still hard from the image Frog had created. His breathing starting to increase as his fantasy started to play.

It was the same man every time.  The situation may change, but never the man.  He was of average height and build. Older than himself with stunning silver grey hair.  He had the softest brown eyes that were always filled with such expression.  Love. Lust. Passion.  They could also flash with anger or frustration when the situation called for it.  Those eyes never failed to arouse him.  The body doesn't hurt either.