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Midday on a warm summer day in Elvendale;
Along the forest road, Naida walked, the wind blowing through her light aqua hair.
She had walked away from her friends to have some time alone, telling them that she was just going for a walk to Johnny’s bakery. Naida was on the lookout for a regal hogweed by a marsh; The Elvendale Hogweed, it signalled the dangerous, marshy, swamps of Elvendale, the appearance of the hogweed was a warning to turn and run, but for Naida it was an invitation for some dirty fun. . .
Naida continued walking, but with no sight of the hogweed she was starting to lose hope for finding the swamp. She stopped and had a look around at her surroundings, “If only I had Aira’s airship” she thought to herself, before she set off again, continuing with her quest to find the swamp.
She turned off the main forest road; a road taken by many travellers, and ventured deeper into the forest. Rumours had it there was once a battle in the forest, Emily had once told her about a song about a battle in a forest on earth that she heard from a friend, Naida tried to remember it but it had a lot of concepts that were completely foreign to Elvendale, so she largely forgot it.
She crept through the bushes and branches of the forest, until in the distance she saw it; The Elvendale Hogweed. A wide smile appeared on her face and she began to blush at the thought of what’s to come, a blush of lust. . .
“Yes! I’ve finally found it!" Naida squealed as she approached the plant to see the marsh; a putrid bog of a murky dark brown colour, with a slight greenish tint from plant matter decaying in the mud; a foul place that nobody sane would willingly want to go to, Naida didn’t care though.
This wasn’t her first time trying, but last time she tried this, Azari caught her before she could get in the mud and asked her what in the holy name of Skyra’s underpants she was up to.
Signs lined the marsh with warnings saying “DANGER! Quicksand” or with Skull & Crossbones drawn on them, crashed carts partially submerged from traders & travellers who’ve tried to cross the murky marshland and succumbed to the sinking slob, one sign that stuck out had a graffiti on it reading “Johnny was ‘ere” written in bright lime green and a barrel had the name Harold written on it.
The marsh was near silent, aside from the ribbit of frogs and the buzz of flies, sometimes silenced by the frogs swallowing the buzzing bastards.
Naida checked to make sure no eyes could see her, before walking out onto the marsh, her sandals sinking into the soft, semi-solid soil.
She removed her sandals and lobbed them towards the solid ground, now barefoot, she could feel the mud beneath her feet, and she liked it. A frog landed by her feet and looked up at her, if the frog could talk, it probably would’ve asked Naida in the best British chav accent it could’ve made “What the actual fuck are you doing Naida bruv? You enjoy getting off in the mud innit?”, but alas all it could do was ribbit and hop away, but Naida knew what she liked and she liked what she knew, though she’d be ruining the contents of her wardrobe and stepping one beyond her show. She knew what she had to do to get off.
The skirt of her dark blue dress blew in the breeze that wafted the swampy smell of rotten eggs through the air, a scent that should deter all, but Naida loved the smell of danger, the smell only aroused her more. Naida walked closer to one of the signs, nailed to a tree by a bubbling bog, and looked down at the murky marsh muck.
“Hee hee, I can’t wait to become the elf of the bog” Naida whispered to herself as she reached down to touch the mud, picking some of the cold mud up and spreading it on her right leg & thigh like marmite on bread. “That feels so good” she thought as she sat on the edge and lowered her feet into the mud.
Naida kicked the mud around, getting it on her dress and arms and face, her beautiful blue dress was getting dirtier by the second, coating it with the dark brown dirt.
“I think I’m ready to go all in. . .” Naida whispered to herself as she slipped herself into the mud. She tried to stand up in it, only to sink down to her thighs, the skirt of her dress flaring out as it rested on top of the mud. She grabbed the hemline and lifted her dress up, exposing her panties & midriff to the frogs
The mud bubbled below her as she held her dress up, spitting mud onto her midriff as she sank deeper into the mire; her crotch just going under the surface.
Naida decided to remove her dress entirely, pulling it up, past her chest and over her head, throwing it to the side. Her beautiful chest now laid bare above the bog. Though slowly she was getting deeper & deeper into the mire; the mud was now up past her hips. She was getting excited, her face blushing with arousal as she rubbed the mud on her body.
Naida grabbed a hold of a tree root and pulled herself out of the mud and stood up by where she had thrown her dress, “I think I’m gonna try jumping in,” she said to herself, peering down into the mud, “but first, I gotta get these off”
Naida pulled her panties down and laid them down next to her defiled dress, now her body laid bare, aside from the mud covering her lower half. She prepared to jump in, towards the source of the bubbling in the mud. She took a deep breath, and jumped in, right towards the centre of the bog, the mud splashing around her with a loud “SPLAT” as she landed and immediately sank down to her waist. There was no stopping her now, her right hand went right under the mud and she started to wank off. A distant frog thought “What the fuck is she doing?!” but Naida didn’t care what the frogs thought, she was too caught up in arousal to give a fuck and a half.
The mire had a firm grip on Naida, pulling her down as she rang the devil’s doorbell, blissfully unaware of the danger she was in, the bubbles in the mud only acting to arouse her more & more, she was driven by a lust stronger than any of Ragana’s spells. Her body felt the chill of the bog as she slipped deeper & deeper into the gooey mud.
“I’m so filthy~, ” Naida softly spoke as she sank lower, soon she was up to her chest. Her face blushed as she laid back, her hair resting on top of the bog, Naida felt that she was about finish, with her left hand she rubbed the mud across her breasts while her right stroked her pussy, and with a few soft moans, she came in the mud, “Aahh, that felt good” she said, satisfied with what she accomplished.
Now, all Naida had to do was get out of the mud and return home. If anyone asked why she was covered in mud, she could blame Ragana. She reached for the root that she used to pull herself out earlier, only to find it out of her reach, “Oh no…” she thought and she began to struggle, she was almost shoulder deep. “HELP ME!!” she screamed out to the sky, though the frogs wouldn’t be able to help her. . .
Up above the clouds, Sira flew in her flying machine, her first time trying it out. “I think I heard someone calling for help” she thought and she began to descend in a dive. As she passed below the cloud layer she could see the swamp, “Urgh, did people ignore the signs again ?!” she muttered in frustration, but she pulled out from the dive and landed the machine on the marsh.
“Sira!” Naida called out as Sira arrived,
“What the fuck are you doing Naida?!” Sira asked,
“Just throw me a rope or something, hurry!” yelled Naida
Sira noticed the tree above Naida and using her magic, she made the vines extend down, into the mud, wrapping around Naida, and then pulled her out. “Holy shit, I didn’t realise you were nude!! What were you doing here?” Sira yelled as she saw Naida’s nude body,
“Um, don’t tell anyone about this, just fly away and forget about this…” replied Naida
“Were you getting off in the mud?” asked Sira, Naida refused to answer, “I’ll take that as a yes.” said Sira, before she took off again, flying off into the distance.
Along the forest road, it’s the end of the day and Naida walked away. She had decided to avoid the Elves’ treehouse and return to her cove where her ship was docked. Once she got there, Naida cleaned her body using her water magic, “I don’t think I’m going to do that again,” she thought, “actually I could, I’ll just have to find a safer way to do it”
THE END