This choice: The Swamp itself is alive and wants to kiss • Go Back...Chapter #4The Swamp Beckons You by: Sly F   You hear that sloppy smooching sound again, followed by what you could swear was an airy, flirtatious laugh. It has to be the wind through the trees, you tell yourself, when off in the distance, you see a tree branch bend into view from behind a large tree trunk.
The branch seems to take the shape of a human arm, and a finger on it beckons you to come closer. It has to be your eyes playing tricks on you, so you start walking towards it to take a closer look. But the closer you get, the more it looks like a tree branch shaped like an arm gesturing to you with a curled finger. In a few steps, you should be close enough to tell for sure, but then the arm seems to rapidly dwindle in to just a thin twig of a branch and bend back out of sight.
Still, you feel compelled to keep wading in that direction.
As you move in to that cluster of trees, the branches all shift to point in the same direction, guiding you somewhere. You continue, perplexed, but not quite frightened. In fact, you feel quite safe, somehow sensing that you're being invited somewhere.
You walk into a tight tangle of branches just at face level. The branches are soft and flexible enough for you to push through them. As you lift your arm to push a branch out of the way, another, covered in soft leaves, gently swings into your face. The leaves on it thicken and gradually seem to change shape, until they've transformed into plump pairs of human lips. They seem to pucker at you. You let go of the branch you were holding and just walk through, allowing the branches to brush against your face. The leaves not only protect your face from the branches, but they seem to be kissing you. You hear little smooch sounds and you can fill sticky, wet kisses all over your face as you step out of the tangle.
One last branch comes to rest against the back of your neck, and something feels like a tongue licking your neck a little bit before you move on.
Vines reach down and one of them wraps around your fishing rod. You try to pull it back, but the vine just wraps tighter, and then it seems to tug back. You didn't just accidentally get your rod caught in these vines. The vine is grabbing it from your hands and taking it away. As if it's jealously but playfully taking it away because it doesn't want you distracted. You feel like it will still take good care of it, though, and you allow the rod to disappear up above in to the treetops.
A thick swarm of insects flies by you. Normally it would irritate you, but the mass of flies and gnats and mosquitoes doesn't touch you. Instead, it makes a thick shape in front of you, guiding you further into the swamp. Their combined buzzing is harmonious and almost sounds like a woman's voice humming, summoning you closer with a seductive siren song.
You follow where the swarm of insects leads you. Soon, you look over your shoulder and realize you can't see any sign of where you've been before. You're getting lost in the swamp. And yet, you're still not afraid. You can worry about that later. You still feel like someone is protecting you, watching over you, and like they're guiding you to meet them. If anything, you're nervous, but also feeling more and more excitement and anticipation.
The water you wade in gets deeper. The mud at your feet seems to form into fingers, wrapping around your ankles and pulling you down into it. The water is almost up to your waist and your boots are so deep in mud that you can't move from your spot. Water splashes in between your legs. You look down into water and you think you can see what looks like a woman's face staring back at you. The water laps at you between your legs again, gently but repeatedly, until a pleasured moan escapes your lips, and then it's as if the mud lets you go. You continue moving forward.
There's a trail of leaves across the water, and it reminds you of rose petals scattered to make a trail to a bed.
There are two big trees right ahead of you, with a large gap between them. Two branches rapidly grow from the trunks towards you. The branches take the shape of a woman's arms. They reach out, as if longing to embrace you, beckoning you to pass between the two trees.
You walk between them to relatively dry ground. Water and leaves and mud move out of the wet ground on to the dry land and clump together. The mud begins to change shape, as if it's sculpting itself. Soon it resembles a pair of legs, long and toned but also slender and feminine.
More earth converges, clumping with the sculpture, forming a torso and arms and a head. The clumps of mud and leaves seems to morph, turning into flesh.
Her skin is a brownish-green color, and it looks smooth and soft to the touch. Leaves form an extremely short skirt and a tiny top that barely contains her bountiful breasts. Her wide, full lips are as smooth and green and shiny as the greenest leaf. Her wide eyes are as brown and deep as the mud, but golden when the sunshine hits them just right. Her long, kinky hair is muddy browns and blacks with streaks of forest green.
You stand still, transfixed by her beauty. She opens her mouth and that flirtatious laugh comes out.
"What's happening?" you ask. "Who are you?"
She narrows her eyes at you curiously. If she can understand your language, you don't think she's capable of speaking it back to you.
But then her lips part and her eyes widen and lock in on yours intensely. She doesn't need words to convey that you belong to her now.
She strides forward and wraps her arms around you tightly, then kisses you deeply. It's possessive and passionate, and as deep and sloppy and wet as the swamp itself, for She is the Swamp herself.
You still didn't have your fishing rod back, but you were suddenly very aware of your other rod.
A pit opens up slowly beneath you, and you both gently descend. She doesn't stop kissing you the entire time. The earth forms back into rock above you. You're in some kind of underground cave.
Lady Swamp presses you up against a rock wall and presses her shape up against yours. Somehow, you know that she intends for you to never leave.
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