Mathilde & Hildegarde's Black Morass Pleasure (M)

[Black Clay Lord]

A World of Warcraft themed story I did once.
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One sparkly day, in the middle of a hot spell, Mathilde and Hildegarde had wandered into the swampy area known as the Black Morass. Yes, the very same Black Morass where Medivh, the Last Guardian, under the influence of Sargeras; called upon the Orcish Horde to invade Azeroth. But that was years ago, and now the Horde is on semi-peaceful terms with the Alliance these days. And the Swamps of Sorrows in the Black Morass was contested.

Though Mathilde was eager to have a nice fight with anyone from the Horde, specifically an Orc or something, she had a love of peace and she, like Hildegarde, enjoyed the way things were. For most of their lives, they had served the Alliance since its initial downfall against the Scourge, yet they were forced into the so-called New Alliance lead by the racist Othmar Garithos. Mathilde and Hildegarde broke away after they got a new chance at family life.

In the Black Morass, Mathilde and Hildegarde had come to do a spot of hunting, but hunting was not their first profession. Hildegarde was a mage, and her big sister Mathilde; was a monk. It was a learned necessity however, and of the two sisters, Mathilde has perfected it. For most of her days, Mathilde had been hunting deer, and bovids, and sheep, and even an occasional dinosaur. But try as she might; she couldn’t catch wild boars.

All the orcs in the area managed to catch boars. But every time Mathilde went out to ask how they caught them, they would just hide in the foliage until she went away; much to the monk’s chagrin. However, Mathilde one day, decided to watch one of the Orcs boar hunting methods instead of rushing out to ask how they did it. And she did this by hiding behind a tree that a hunting party was passing by. Though the orcs sensed her presence, they did not attack.

Instead, they knew of her eagerness to hunt boar and learn how to catch one. As Mathilde and her sister watched from behind the tree, one of the older, more skilled orcs, planted a trap, and within moments of hiding, a big fat boar took the bait laid out, and was trapped within an instant. And the unfortunate boar was hauled away after being put out of its misery. “Bait.” Grinned Mathilde. “They place bait within the traps and snare the boars in an instant.”

“But why didn’t you think of that?” Asked Hildegarde. “Oh, because you haven’t been using bait.” The frost mage giggled. “Very funny.” Mathilde replied with dry humor and annoyance. “Now what gets a boar’s attention…?” Pondered Mathilde. Mathilde suddenly recalled boars eating things like bread, fungi, fruits, and even cheeses. And she should know; A boar once ate Mathilde’s stash of apples, and by thunder; Mathilde was downright furious.

Mathilde set about in an area where boars from the Blasted Lands cross into the swamp, and with a handful of mushrooms, she placed them within a well-made snare trap, and hid herself, lying still and quiet as possible. Hildegarde however, was not so optimistic. She couldn’t bear to hear the scream of a boar dying. However, she was nonetheless looking forward to eating boar meat instead of bear meat. The last time she ate bear meat, she nearly vomited.

Mathilde kept her eyes out for targets. She noticed that some of them were busy mating. Good news for the hunter. A distracted boar, is a vulnerable boar. But, fortunately, the couple is safe. Mathilde wanted to catch a boar or two, but a couple soon-to-be would be a dishonorable catch. Fortunately, there was a fat loner, stalking its lauder, who would be much more pleasing. It was a huge male, and it was foolishly making its way to Mathilde’s trap.

“This is it…” Chuckled Mathilde. “My crummy trap is working.” And the air remained silent, until it was suddenly pierced with the dying squeal of her prey. “Aha! I caught one!” Mathilde exclaimed as she went to examine her catch. The boar was indeed nice and fat. It would be just right for a cookout, and Mathilde & Hildegarde would have enough left over for the next day, and maybe some to sell for money. Mathilde unhooked the deceased boar and reset her trap.

Hildegarde was in disgust as she teleported the deceased boar to their campsite. “Are you really going to cut that poor piggy up?” She asked. “I am indeed. Its life would’ve ended anyway.” Mathilde answered. Hildegarde knew this to be true. “Look, if you don’t want to see another boar get killed, why not take a stroll around the swamp, okay?” Mathilde suggested. Hildegarde happily nodded and set off into the swamp’s woodlands.

Mathilde went back to surveying her trap. And noticed right away: That her rope she used in the snare had started to snap. “Oh for the love of Eonar!” Mathilde angrily exclaimed. She went over to change the ropes on her trap, taking great care not to trigger it herself, because if she did, she’d be a laughing stock to her little sister. The boars fortunately, were not present to see her rearranging her trap, as Mathilde had learned, from an orc, to make sure she wasn’t seen.

After about 30 minutes, Mathilde was just about to add a new rope to her snare, when she heard not the scream of a dying boar, but the piercing scream of a human girl. That girl… Was Hildegarde! Mathilde froze as she stopped what she was doing. “Hildegarde?!” She asked out with fright. Abandoning her attempt to rework her snare trap, she ran in the direction her sister’s scream came from. That, and she followed her sister’s chi to track her as well.

And stopping in her tracks, she almost fell into what Hildegarde had fallen into herself: A pit of quicksand, consisting entirely of black mud. Hildegarde was at her knees, and she was frantically trying to pull her legs out. “Stop struggling!” Mathilde shouted. Hildegarde froze when she heard her older sister. She looked to her direction soon enough. “Struggle, and you’ll only go under faster.” Mathilde said. “Sister, I…” Hildegarde started. Mathilde just shushed her.

“Big sis is here. Everything will be okay.” Mathilde was no stranger to such dangers. Without so much as a concern for her own safety, Mathilde braved the black quicksand to get to Hildegarde. As her frost mage sister was so far out, it took Mathilde a few moments to reach her, and reach her she did, gently wrapping her arms around Hildegarde. Yet Hildegarde was still nervous. “Why’re we sinking?!” She asked, panicked. “It’s quicksand.” Mathilde said.

“Quicksand?” Hildegarde asked. “It’s earth that’s been liquefied. It’s said to be so soft that it swallows nearly anything.” Answered Mathilde. Both mage and monk sank deeper in the quicksand. Mathilde knew that Hildegarde was in a fright, and Mathilde kept Hildegarde close to her, ensuring the scared mage all was going to be okay, and that one way or another, they were going to get out alive. And Mathilde was determined they both make it out.

As Mathilde tried to walk back to the edge of the quicksand with her sister in tow, she came across a very huge issue. “Why can’t I move?” Mathilde asked. She looked down as she lifted one of her legs. She saw the quicksand was very thick and sticky. It stretched with her legs as she lifted them. “Darn it! I’m stuck, too!” Mathilde exclaimed. Mathilde took breaths to keep calm, and then began to assess her situation. “You can’t get stuck, too!” Hildegarde exclaimed.

“Hush, sister.” Mathilde said. Hildegarde fell silent, and Mathilde continued to assess the situation. The quicksand was so thick that it held both girls in place, and so sticky, movement past knee deep was impossible. Mathilde was a strong woman, but against this quicksand, this was a different story. Her strength was almost useless in the black swamp. As it rolled up both the girls’ thighs, Hildegarde & Mathilde searched for anything that could help them escape.

Lush green vines were seen, but they were too high up to get down, and Hildegarde’s use of her magic to get them down would only serve to further endanger both girls. She could easily hit a branch with frost, and that frozen branch could crash onto both the girls and potentially kill them. Hildegarde soon started wiggling her hips while whimpering quietly. Mathilde did not let her sister go as the two sank deeper. When they reached hip deep, they felt an odd sensation.

The quicksand pushed against their crotches. The feeling made them feel mixed emotions. Hildegarde, still wiggling her hips, was unsure of how to make the feeling out. Mathilde however, seemed more embracing of the sensation. She made small bounces on the surface with a light smile on her face. “This feels so good…” She said, confusing Hildegarde. Mathilde looked at her sister, a brow raised. “What’s with that look?” She asked.

“You’re… enjoying this?” Hildegarde asked. Mathilde nodded. “Come on, admit it: You think it feels good, too, don’t you?” She proceeded to ask. “A little…” Hildegarde said shyly. “A little? Unacceptable.” Said Mathilde, as she hugged her sister, painting her younger sister’s midriff with the mud consuming them both. Hildegarde blushed madly as Mathilde carried this out. Her opinions on sinking in the mud soon changed, and Hildegarde embraced it more.

There were no enemies around, and no oozes that would easily ambush and absorb the two within miles. It was safe to have a mud bath, as the quicksand was cool, and the area of the Morass they were in was well shaded. And even if an ooze did try to attack, it would’ve been frozen in an instant by Hildegarde’s frost magics. As Mathilde and Hildegarde continued to sink in the quicksand, they noticed that as they got deeper, the two started to float in the thick mud.

Not only that, but the mud also had a deadly aspect to it. As they were nearing chest deep, it was as if it was trying to actively eat them, as hinted when gulping noises arose from the muck itself. Mathilde and Hildegarde felt aroused by the sensation, yet it didn’t change the fact it was getting harder to sink. But the two had to get… deeper. “Ooh, sweet Khaz’goroth… It’s eating us…” Moaned Mathilde as she pumped her legs under the quicksand.

To add to the mix; she bounced on the surface to add to the momentum. “I feel like a little girl all over again…” Hildegarde said in some sort of arousal as she cupped her own breasts as the quicksand aggressively gulped both girls down once again thanks to their actions. They both moaned as the quicksand gripped their ample bosoms tightly.

At this depth, they were surely trapped, but by moving in the quicksand, the thickness was giving way to their constant kicking and bouncing. The sisters didn’t even bother screaming for help. The quicksand was just too intoxicating for them to even know just how dangerous the swamp was right now. However, the intoxication was not perfect. Mathilde and Hildegarde remained aware they couldn’t stay in it forever. They would have to leave.

They soon reached their shoulders, and Mathilde soon spotted a tree that had fallen in the swamp days ago. Finding the strength to break out of her trance, just for a precious moment, she took out her yari, and plunged it right into the body of the tree, ensuring it would stay stuck as a means of escape. The job done, Mathilde and Hildegarde’s momentary fates were sealed as the quicksand rolled over their necks, starting to consume their heads.

Both were in silence as their eyes shut closed, and the quicksand rolled over their heads, completely swallowing them in its black, muddy depths. The sisters eventually started to feel lightheaded, and their lungs started to burn. There was no way Mathilde was going to let herself, or her sister drown here today. Her senses regained, Mathilde snagged Hildegarde into her arms, and with her regained might, she pulled Hildegarde and herself up from the deadly quicksand.

Mathilde managed to get her sister on the fallen tree, but she herself was having difficulty. “You’re not getting me… That easily…!” Mathilde said with deep determination. Combining her might with her undying will, Mathilde beat out the suction of the quicksand, and the returning thickness, hoisting herself out and onto the tree. “Phew!” Mathilde sighed in relief, reclaiming her lance in the midst. “Sister… That was fun…” Hildegarde said.

Mathilde shot Hildegarde a look. “You didn’t think so earlier,” She said. “You were too busy panicking to even care.” Hildegarde opened her mouth to protest, but Mathilde did have a point. Hildegarde was consumed with panic earlier. “Let’s wash up and get back to our camp.” Said Mathilde as she and Hildegarde made for the nearest river. Washing the mud off their bodies, the two thought about the sinking experience they just had.

Hildegarde took note this was stronger in Mathilde. “Are you wanting to go back in the quicksand someday?” She asked. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt.” Mathilde answered. “What’s it to you anyway?” Hildegarde’s face flushed red. “Because I want to have another mud bath like that!” She exclaimed in response to her sister’s abrasive remark. “Is that so?” Mathilde asked. “Well, it’ll certainly happen again, but you are not to go into any deadly pits without me.”

Hildegarde just nodded with a light smile. As the two sisters finish washing up and head back to camp, Hildegarde started looking forward to meal time, and another sink in the quicksand. Next time in a less dangerous quicksand pit.

Mathilde & Hildergarde: Me

[DJlurker]

Not too bad. I never played WarCraft, but you did a decent job, I think. Perhaps you could critique my latest story when you get a chance:
viewtopic.php?f=14&t=20121

[Solrex]

This story made me hungry and thirsty lol. Hungry cause the boar, and thirsty because, well, you know, like a thirsty anime thot? Anyways, great story, I really enjoyed it. Only thing I'd change is putting only one character's dialogue in each paragraph. When you put multiple voices in a single paragraph, it makes it difficult to keep track of who is talking, especially when names aren't used and they share the same pronoun.

But to summarize, when are you making more?

[Black Clay Lord]

Not too bad. I never played WarCraft, but you did a decent job, I think. Perhaps you could critique my latest story when you get a chance:
viewtopic.php?f=14&t=20121

We'll see. But thanks anyway.

[Black Clay Lord]

This story made me hungry and thirsty lol. Hungry cause the boar, and thirsty because, well, you know, like a thirsty anime thot? Anyways, great story, I really enjoyed it. Only thing I'd change is putting only one character's dialogue in each paragraph. When you put multiple voices in a single paragraph, it makes it difficult to keep track of who is talking, especially when names aren't used and they share the same pronoun.

But to summarize, when are you making more?

I often do a good job of who's saying what in that context. I have loads more already done I intend to share, but which ones, that's a surprise.