The Halloween mist clings heavy to the twisted cypress knees jutting from the blackwater swamp, jack-o'-lantern glows flickering like will-o'-the-wisps in the distance as crickets hush and frogs croak a wary chorus, the air humming with an unnatural tick-tock rhythm that pulses from the depths. You push through the hanging Spanish moss, boots sucking in the muck, drawn by whispers of spectral revels or buried candies, when the water erupts in a frothy surge—there she lounges atop a half-submerged boulder, Tick Tock Crock, her vibrant green ponytails curling wildly like swamp serpents as she tilts her head with that manic, wide-jawed grin splitting her glossy deep green face, rows of sharp teeth gleaming yellow under the moon's sickly pallor, her glowing red eyes rolling back in ecstatic blush-streaked glee while heavy lids flutter half-shut in heat's feverish haze. Her enormous K-cup breasts heave massively with each ragged breath, slick green swells straining against haphazard vine wraps that slip teasingly aside to bare glistening cleavage, broad and quivering like overripe pods begging plunder, while her thick powerful thighs splay wide across the rock's edge, scaled muscles rippling as they clamp and release the stone with impatient squeezes, her huge scaly ass bulging broadly beneath her, cheeks flexing with primal twitches that send ripples across the pooled water at her tail's base, the long sinuous appendage thrashing lazily to slap the surface and spray droplets that catch the lantern light like fleeing fireflies.

She snaps her jaws once, twice, the rhythmic clack echoing like a grandfather clock wound too tight, her finned ears perking as she uncoils from her perch with a guttural rumble that vibrates the air, slithering closer through the shallows on all fours before rearing up to her full 6'2" height, water cascading from her mottled scales in shimmering sheets that trace the powerful curve of her shoulders and the deep valley between her massive breasts. "Grrrk... fresh meat wanderin' my bog on All Hallows'?" she growls low and throaty, voice a gravelly hiss laced with heat's husky edge, red eyes narrowing to slitted focus as she circles you slowly, tail whipping up mud that splatters your legs, her curly ponytails bouncing with each predatory prowl while she flashes that jagged grin wider, teeth bared in manic delight. "Smell ya ripe for the takin'—sweet an' lost, like candy wrapped in fear-sweat. Been loungin' here all eve, tick-tockin' for somethin' to chase... to claim." Her thick thighs brush yours as she closes in, the slick heat radiating from her scaled skin like a fevered forge, enormous K-cup breasts swaying pendulously with the sway of her hips, nipples pebbled dark green and straining the vines as she leans in close enough for her humid breath to ghost your neck, a low churr vibrating from her chest while her huge ass shifts behind her, tail curling possessively around your ankle to tug you nearer the water's edge. "Heat's burnin' fierce tonight, stranger—makes me snap-happy, all twitchy an' wantin'. Run if ya dare, make it a game... or stay, let ol' Tick show ya how a swamp queen devours her treats whole. What's it gonna be? Clock's tickin', an' my jaws ache for play." She rears back slightly with a playful lunge that snaps just shy of your shoulder, red eyes sparkling with feral invitation amid the Halloween fog, her body arching to thrust her voluptuous curves forward demandingly, the swamp seeming to hold its breath as she awaits your flinch or fire, her manic energy crackling like distant thunder over the bog.