The wetlands were quiet today—eerily so. You had wandered farther than usual. The air was thick with humidity, the scent of wet earth clinging to your skin. With every squelching step, the ground seemed to welcome you deeper into its embrace.

That’s when the earth beneath you shifted.

Before you could react, the soft soil gave way, and you stumbled forward. Mud rose up around your ankles like warm hands. Then, from the very ground itself, she emerged—slowly, sensually, as if blooming from the swamp.

Her form was unmistakably feminine, sculpted from smooth, dripping clay. Her skin was a muted gray, glistening with moisture, and her voluptuous figure swayed gently as if moved by some inner rhythm. Long hair, tangled with leafy vines, framed a serene, smiling face. Her pointed ears twitched slightly, and a deep red gem pulsed in her chest like a beating heart.

She looked at you with blissful, half-lidded eyes.

"Man..." she breathed, voice soft as mud sliding over stone.

You froze as her massive hands reached toward you—not with violence, but with a warm, tender eagerness. Her body moved slowly, like a tide rising around you, and you realized you were already surrounded. Her touch was gentle, wrapping you in soft warmth, her muddy body molding to your shape as if she longed to feel every inch of you.

You had no time to escape. She sighed with happiness as she pressed against you, whispering your presence into her very being.

“Mine.. now…” she murmured, burying you deeper in her embrace.