Golden Whispers, a short retelling of the Frog Prince, Episode one of the Golden Erotic Tales Series (2 page)

“If you mean to frighten me even more than I
am, congratulations, you have succeeded.”

“Move faster. Up head is an abandoned house.
We can spend the night there.”

When they reached the stone and decrepit
house, the frog entered without hesitation. “Hurry,” he said. “I
can sense them. If you linger outside for even a second more, they
will find you. I won’t be able to stop them from taking you.”

She darted into the house and situated the
ball on the cracked floor. Then she said, “Start speaking.”

“First, blow out the torch. Now!” he
said.

“We’ll be left in complete darkness,” she
said.
Curse you, darkness, curse you.

“They’re near. Blow it out.”

She exhaled into the flame.

“Don’t move,” he whispered.

She thought her knees would give out. When
she left the castle just hours earlier for one of her many travels
through the forest, she never imagined she’d now be standing in an
old dwelling with a talking frog
and
a golden ball hiding
from someone
or
something that definitely did not want to
befriend her.

The minutes passed and she remained
still.

“They’ve moved on. We should be safe for the
night,” the frog said.

“Who were they?” she asked, sweat coming down
her face.

The frog jumped to her and settled at her
feet. “They enjoy roaming the forest at night hoping they come
across a poor lost person on whom they can feast. Their appetites
are insatiable.”

“You tell lies,” she said.

“I may only be a frog, but I’m not a
liar.”

“Tell me who they are.”

“You’ve read about them in storybooks.”

“I’ve read about a lot of creatures,
make-believe creatures meant to scare children into obeying their
parents.”

“Ah, yes, but these roaming night creatures
are not make believe,” he said, launching himself onto the
ball.

“Say what you mean, stupid frog.”

“Calling me stupid when I have saved your
life twice is offensive, princess.”

“That I’m still standing here talking to you
disappoints me. I’ll take my chances in the forest. Get off my
ball,” she said, waving her hand in front of him.

“Very well, courageous princess, be on your
way then.”

Holding the ball, she started to walk away,
mumbling curses.

“Oh and princess, if you encounter a
vampire
, please don’t try to run.”

She stopped.

“Go on,” he said. “What are you waiting
for?”

Turning, she asked, “Did you say
vampires?”

“Indeed. Still feeling brave?”

She felt her lungs fall to her ankles.
Storybook vampires were vicious, bloodthirsty creatures cursed to
live soulless for all eternity. They weren’t real just like talking
frogs weren’t…blessed Gods, vampires! Impossible.

***

Dropping the ball, she inhaled a long breath
and tried to remain calm. If it wasn’t for the very real truth that
she now found herself engaged in a conversation with a talking
frog, she’d have dismissed his claim that vampires existed. A part
of her wanted to run and not stop until she reached the castle but
her instincts told her to remain with the frog. Whether or not
vampires were real almost didn’t matter. She had never been outside
after dark. Ever. Her only knowledge of the night was through her
bedroom window in front of which she often stood staring at
nothingness, wondering what matter of creatures scurried about
cloaked in shadows. Even if she left, she would most likely not
find her way home. And what’s more, she could not lie to herself.
The blunt truth was that she was afraid and would not dare venture
out.

“I don’t have a choice but to stay in this
dreadful place with you, tonight. Come first light, I shall be on
my way home vampires or no vampires.” She would not display
weakness in front of this frog, though if she were staring in a
mirror, she’d have no recourse but to confess that her
vulnerability was already known to him.

“Not without first giving me what I desire,”
he said.

“Ah…yes, I admit to secretly hoping that you
had forgotten.” Ludicrous that she thought that for even a second.
This was one determined talking frog. He had actually pulled her up
from a well. How was that possible? Oh, yes, magic. She’d have to
question him further…never mind, right now, she was faced with
learning what it was that he so desired from her.

“I can’t blame you. You’ve had quite a night
and we’re still many hours from daylight. No telling what else
awaits you,” he said.

Yawning, she said, “Do tell me what it is you
want before sleep overtakes me.” She was not tired at all but hoped
that her fake need for slumber would cause him to put off his
declaration until morning when she could leave and never have to
see him again.

“It’s simple. I desire you,” he said,
smirking.

She let out a laugh. Indeed, the night had
more strange events to unveil. “I see. What exactly does that
mean?” Honestly, she wanted to walk right over to a wall and beat
her head against it. Better still, she wanted to pick up the frog
and fling him against it.

“A witch cursed me. Turned me from a man to a
frog. All because I would not lie with her. Despicable witch.”

“Are you serious?” She laughed again, this
time louder. “A witch cursed you because you would not lie with
her? Oh my, you must be…hmm, quite a man that you were so
wanted.”

“Don’t mock me, spoiled princess. I have
saved you twice this night.”

“Yes, yes, you have already reminded me of
such. Why would a witch want to lie with you?”

Witches unlike vampires were without doubt
real creatures who lived high in the mountains of Barmoth.
Secretive and territorial, they kept to themselves, never bothering
anyone unless they felt threatened or…ah yes, they fancied
something from someone. In both cases, a person was doomed. Going
against a witch was never, ever a good idea. A curse was sure to
fall upon anyone who threatened a witch or refused to surrender
whatever a witch wanted.

“I suppose she found me enchanting and yes,
perhaps unbelievably handsome.”

“If you keep talking my stomach will burst
from laughter.”

“I have the ability to enchant. Do not be so
quick to dismiss me.”

“All right, dear enchanting frog, do you mean
for me to lie with you?” Feeling one of her head pains coming, she
massaged her forehead and sighed.

“Kiss me first and yes, then, lie with me,”
he said as if the words that had just left his mouth were as
natural as inviting her for a stroll in a garden.

Knowing she was going to spend the night in
the middle of the forest with a talking frog enticed her sense of
humor. She decided to play along with him. “You’re a frog. How do
you suppose we’re to lie together?”

“Kiss me and you will see me changed. The
witch’s curse will be broken once I lie with a princess.”

It was all too much for Lela. Yet, a part of
her was intrigued. She could not deny her curiosity. “Fine little
frog. I shall kiss you, but I will not lie with you.”

“Very well,” he said. “A kiss then?”

She held out her hands. He hopped into them.
Bringing him to her lips, she kissed him on the top of his
head.

Seconds later, he transformed into a man
right in front of her. A dizzy spell overtook her and she
stumbled.

“I was not lying, princess,” he said,
catching her before she landed on the floor.

She wished she were home sipping her evening
tea.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he said, helping her
to her feet.

“This isn’t happening,” she said, once she
had regained her balance.

“You believe in witches, do you not?”

She opened her mouth to speak but held back
her words.

“Well, what is your answer?” he asked.

“Of course I believe in them,” she said,
staring at him. “I’ll admit that you’re…well, okay, somewhat
handsome but
enchanting
…so much so that a witch placed a
cursed on you for not lying with her?” She wasn’t about to let him
know that he was undeniably the most good looking man she had ever
seen. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes and pale skin…indeed he was
striking.

“Will you lie with me?” he asked, softly.

She was still a virgin despite the many
advances from her father’s men.

“Why should I? My kiss broke the spell.” Her
head hurt.

“It won’t last. Come morning I shall become a
frog again unless you lie with me.”

“You expect me to believe you? I shall fall
down laughing.”

He took her hand in his. “I beg you.”

His touch sent heat through her. Brushing his
hand aside, she said, “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two,” he said, reaching for her hand
again.

For an unexplainable reason she did not
refuse his touch. The warmth she was feeling settled between her
legs and she thought she would faint. What was happening to her?
She could not explain her feelings.

“I will be gentle,” he said, kissing her
hand. “I promise.”

“I have never…”

“I won’t hurt you. Will you lie with me?” He
brought his hand to her face and caressed her cheek.

Blessed Gods, she wanted him. She moved his
hand down to her stomach.

“I must know your answer,” he whispered into
her ear, lowering his hand between her inner thighs.

Lela knew she would regret this…yes, nothing
good would come from what she was about to do. But right at that
moment, she didn’t care. Containing her sanity, she answered,
“Yes.”

She pressed her back against a wall.

“Have you changed your mind?” he asked.

She answered him by removing her cloak and
then shedding her dress.

“Sweet princess,” he said, approaching
her.

“May I know your name?” she asked.

He kissed her breasts.

“Eldrich,” he said, raising his lips to her
mouth.

“You have enchanted me,” she said,
whimpering.

Pulling his lips away, he said, “And you
me.”

“Remove your trousers,” she said.

“Do you want me inside of you?” he asked,
obeying her command.

What she was feeling was pure desire, nothing
more nothing less. Quivering, she said, “I beg you.”

“And if I refuse?” he asked.

He was a cruel creature. “I will fall
dead.”

He lifted her arms above her head and pushed
his body against her.

“I beg you,” she said again.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

“You’re unkind.”

“Sweet princess,” he said as they both slid
to the floor.

He placed her on her back.

“Who are you that I so want you?” she
asked.

“Your prince, now and forever,” he said, his
weight on her.

“Oh yes, my prince, I’m yours, right now, I’m
yours.”

He entered her slowly. “Am I hurting
you?”

“I feel nothing but pleasure. If only this
could last all night.”

“Is that what you desire?”

“It is.”

She screamed, moaned and screamed again as he
thrust into her over and over again, bringing her to climax. She
could not fully understand what was happening to her or rather what
she was allowing him to do to her. But she did not care. She had
lived within the castle’s walls for too long. And right at this
moment, the only thing she cared about was this strange man to whom
she had unabashedly surrendered herself.

Yes, morning would come and she’d compel
herself to grasp reality. But the light was hours away. For that,
she was thankful. Oh, yes, she was thankful.

“I do not wish to sleep tonight,” she
said.

“And you shall not,” he said, taking her once
more.

***

Sunlight shone through the house’s windows,
encouraging Lela to open her eyes. She stretched her arms and
stood. The night’s events came to her mind and she looked around.
Eldrich was gone. Quickly, she put on her dress and cloak and
exited.

“Eldrich!” she yelled.

He couldn’t have abandoned her. She had let
desire and fear fog her mind. She had let a stranger seduce her.
“Eldrich!” she yelled again.

Remembering the ball, she hurried back to the
house. The ball was gone. He had stolen it.

“Lela!” someone yelled.

She ran outside where one of her father’s men
on horseback greeted her.

“She’s here, my king!”

Seconds later, her father and more men
appeared.

Her father dismounted from his horse. “I was
so worried,” he said, embracing her.

“I’m sorry,” she answered, her thoughts on
Eldrich and the golden ball.

“What happened? Why did you not return to the
castle?” He looked her up and down.

“I got lost…wandered too far and couldn’t
find my way back.” This was the first time she had lied to her
father.

“Thank the Gods you’re safe. Come, you must
be starving. You’ll ride with me.”

“Father,” she said as he helped her onto his
horse. “Did you send men to look for me last night?”

He climbed on the horse. “Ride, men!” he
said.

“Father, why won’t you answer me?”

“I was worried sick. I thought I was never
going to see you again,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“You’re safe and that’s all that
matters.”

They rode in silence. Lela understood that
her life was never going to be the same again. In one night, her
heart was broken twice, once by a stranger and once by her own
father. Oh, how she missed her mother. If only she were alive and
could offer her soothing words.

***

Sitting at her tea table in her bedroom, Lela
inhaled the bread and fruit her handmaiden had brought her. She
then took fast sips of her tea.

“Slow your pace, Princess,” Lady Rema said to
her.