As he continued to use her, Carissa's initial screams of pain and fear from when the huge amphibian first drove his large spear into her soft, sensitive depths gradually subsided and lessened until the sounds escaping from between her lips became more a mix of moans and groanings of effort - and even pleasure - though they seemed no less intense despite the shift in their cause.<br/><br/>His bulkier form pushed against her slighter one and she gasped and grunted, helpless and surprised as the weight of him rolled her over vertically, almost into a ball.  The long shapely legs that had been draped over his shoulders spilled as she was rolled until they fell backwards over her, knees bent a little and her toes scraping the earth just beyond and to either side of her head.  This left her thighs spread and her shapely ass and pussy pointed skyward, giving the frog an angle which offered unhindered delicious access to her depths - likely just what he had intended all along!  Whatever his or her reasons for breeding an Amphros, whomever had chosen Kermit for his task at the farm had chosen well in him.  He seemed to know exactly how to maneuver the two elven women to whom he was 'introduced' to get what he needed and wanted!  Whether this was by instinct or experience, Carissa neither knew nor had time or energy at the moment to care...<br/><br/>Carissa moaned and panted helplessly as she lay exposed and rolled in the mud with the huge frog hunched down over her, driving his cock again and again deep into her folds.  She grunted as her legs were sent swaying and shivering in the air above her with each of his thrusts.  She had no control, no say at all, positioned as she was - completely at the mercy of the excited amphros.  Plunging once more, the bumps and ridges lining his cock pulled and dragged against the walls of her wet passage, causing her to groan and lick her lips as she squirmed, pleasure rippling through her.   She had long ago ceased to resist, even the reluctant, nervous protests at what was happening within her own mind had stilled and gone silent in the face of the creature's attentions and the electric shivers of pleasure he was giving her.  As she lay beneath him and he rutted her there in the dark murky swamp, the eyes of the young druidess lifted up over her own bent and straining body, up between her trembling thighs to travel above and over her mate's powerful body until they reached his wide head as it tilted down over her.  The gaze of woman and beast met together and held for what could have been a heartbeat, an eternity, or both.   Carissa shivered under his dominant gaze and suddenly the flush on her face was not entirely from the blood rushing from her body above down to her head alone.  She blushed deeply and, after a moment, it was her eyes that first broke the contact with his.<i>He</i>knew what she was, what she was for; and suddenly in that moment, so did she. Her gaze slowly lowered in final acquiescence to his will and she let out a breath that spoke of surrender and acceptance.  Surrender to what was happening here and now with him, acceptance of what she was to be.   For this moment, she was his and they both knew it.  She smiled shyly up at him.   "Fill me.." Her whisper was soft and a little husky.  Her hands slid up her calves and over her thighs, just above the knees.  Though she was already straining to hold him, she squeezed and drew her legs nearer one another, tightening herself upon his cock, determined now to aid him in achieving his desired purpose for her.<br/><br/>Her body pulled and sucked at his shaft as he drew back, pleading with it to remain within her.  Her sex caressed and squeezed tightly around the bumps knobbing his shaft.   He bucked and she moaned hotly as those bumps tugged and slid and pushed within her.  It felt as if he was using his cock to purposefully  rearrange and mold her body in preparation for her to receive the gift he would soon bestow within her.  Perhaps that was exactly what he was doing!  As he withdrew for each hard, powerful thrust that sent her jiggling, they pulled at her insides, causing her to lift with him as he tried to draw back for another thrust... she lifted, until gravity slowed her ascent and she started to slide back over them and down his length again with a wet squelching sound, the whole thing almost imperceptible at the speed of the beast's humping.  Then he'd slam home once more, hilting and grinding and leaving Carissa breathless as she was pushed once more into the mud in which she lay.  Despite wanting nothing more than to unfold and stretch out from the ball he had her in, through it all she was putty in his powerful hands, accepting and encouraging him with her moans and wriggles and panting breath.  He was getting close now she sensed, causing her to blush a beet red as the thought sent her nearer her own release, her body starting to tense!!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>