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Re: Dana (Lila M-3210)
Dana fades into the gray area between consciousness and sleep, only dimly remembering the feel of long spurts of warm cum filling her two holes, coming in quick succession right after the other. Her body is held up and dragged through the surface of the mud pool depositing her on the bank.
A struggling Rhyma, not as quick to succumb due to her less sensitive state of arousal, nevertheless fails to free herself from the mudpool's full attention. She is perhaps further punished for her less eager performance, for certainly, Dana's early surrender was taken as a good thing by the mud people.
Rhyma's session seems to go on for quite a long while, as if the mud people are taking particular joy in her discomfort. They certainly seem to be a bit rougher. When they are finished with her, they do not deposit her on the bank next to Dana but rather seemed intent on dragging the mage down into the mud with them.
"Nnooo!" Rhyma said, "Please have mercy!"
A larger mud person arrived out of the pool, and the other mud people stopped clawing at the mage. A silent conversation seemed to play out, one that Dana was not privy to. For several minutes, the mud people simply stared at one another. Rhyma, at times, seemed to bob her head up and down frantically. Eventually, the large mud man made a wave of his hand and the other muds departed. The mud man then approached Rhyma and brushed her hair back with his dirty hand. She shivered for a moment, but then willingly parted her lips and let the man kiss her. She shook, clearly in discomfort, but did not back away when she could have.
The mud man then hoisted her up out of the mud and deposited her near Dana. He then produced a coin, seemingly made of clay, and put it on Dana's belly.
"For when you meet my kind again."
The voice appeared in her mind suddenly. Telepathic communication - it explained a lot of what was going on in the past few minutes.
The mudman then sank slowly back into his pool, his eyes resting on Rhyma the entire time, until finally he descended beneath the surface. The pool was still once more.
"We... we should move on." Rhyma breathed, still staring at the pool.
Dana fades into the gray area between consciousness and sleep, only dimly remembering the feel of long spurts of warm cum filling her two holes, coming in quick succession right after the other. Her body is held up and dragged through the surface of the mud pool depositing her on the bank.
A struggling Rhyma, not as quick to succumb due to her less sensitive state of arousal, nevertheless fails to free herself from the mudpool's full attention. She is perhaps further punished for her less eager performance, for certainly, Dana's early surrender was taken as a good thing by the mud people.
Rhyma's session seems to go on for quite a long while, as if the mud people are taking particular joy in her discomfort. They certainly seem to be a bit rougher. When they are finished with her, they do not deposit her on the bank next to Dana but rather seemed intent on dragging the mage down into the mud with them.
"Nnooo!" Rhyma said, "Please have mercy!"
A larger mud person arrived out of the pool, and the other mud people stopped clawing at the mage. A silent conversation seemed to play out, one that Dana was not privy to. For several minutes, the mud people simply stared at one another. Rhyma, at times, seemed to bob her head up and down frantically. Eventually, the large mud man made a wave of his hand and the other muds departed. The mud man then approached Rhyma and brushed her hair back with his dirty hand. She shivered for a moment, but then willingly parted her lips and let the man kiss her. She shook, clearly in discomfort, but did not back away when she could have.
The mud man then hoisted her up out of the mud and deposited her near Dana. He then produced a coin, seemingly made of clay, and put it on Dana's belly.
"For when you meet my kind again."
The voice appeared in her mind suddenly. Telepathic communication - it explained a lot of what was going on in the past few minutes.
The mudman then sank slowly back into his pool, his eyes resting on Rhyma the entire time, until finally he descended beneath the surface. The pool was still once more.
"We... we should move on." Rhyma breathed, still staring at the pool.