Carissa rode helplessly along atop Kriasa as Kermit pushed the woman beneath her to the edge of the embankment where at least the other elf wouldn’t be in danger of sinking completely beneath the surface!  They came to a stop suddenly and Carissa’s oil and mud slickened body slid off Kriasa as the amphros resumed his gleeful mating of the Kaldorei.  One leg was all that still curled around the curve of Kriasa’s hip.<br/><br/>She felt flushed and all too warm as Kermit’s quick-working toxins heated her from within and prepared the mixed elf-troll for her mate.   The pain of the scratches where his claws had scraped her skin was all but lost and forgotten now against the growing desire his fluid awakened.   She groaned and started to crawl forward towards the embankment, but only to stop once more and reach her hand down to fondle herself needily.   She let out a soft, surprised mewl as her hand brushed her sensitive, flushed skin but then was slapped away by Kermit!   “Nnnngh!”  She growled in protest but then gasped, her mouth opening in wonder as Kermit’s tongue found and pressed its way inside her without warning!  Carissa’s growl quickly became a moan of relief as she gratefully held her shaking body still for him, letting his tongue push into and explore her depths as much as he desired…   She was tight, even with just his tongue, and it was obvious it had been a long time since the girl had mated.   Her soft body squeezed and pressed against that delving tongue as it filled her passage.   “Nnnng…  yessss…”  She whispered, quite forgetting the woman beside her, or her predicament, or how she was covered in muck, even forgetting that it was a strange frog creature that was doing this to her - as Kermit’s tongue licked and slid within her, bringing blessed fullness and relief against the need coursing through her veins.  She moaned and slowly pushed back onto that tongue, letting herself sink back into the mud until just her arm rested on the bank  and her leg slipped down beneath the clinging surface of the murky swamp.  She rested her head on her arm.  Her former reluctance now forgotten, she wanted… no… she<i>needed</i>to mate.  “Yes, oh yes… More?”  She asks, her voice soft and almost pleading…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>