Deva's Sensual Sink

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Solrex
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Deva's Sensual Sink

Postby Solrex » Mon Jul 02, 2018 9:48 pm

Author's Notes: So I did a RP with someone who had a similar interest in quicksand as me. Everything written from 3rd personwas written by me, and everything written in 2nd person was based on what my partner said. (They simply responded in low literacy responses, so I edited their responses to make it similar quality.)

As for Deva, she is an OC of mine. She is a fun character. This story is sorta just straight to the point, with no backstory within the writing, so I apologize for that. The story is still very enjoyable, so I hope you can enjoy it.

Anyways, enjoy!

Deva the forest elf approaches you in her brown linen dress, which smells of the mire. Her brown eyes stare happily into your soul, and her long straight brown hair flows down her back graciously. She turns to you and speaks, "So let me get this straight, you want to follow me to the swamp, watch me mud bathe, but you aren't going to join me?"

Deva's chocolate brown eyes looked quite puzzled at this. She was confused. She added, "The mud is really good for your skin, however, if your odd request is to just watch me, then by all means, I suppose I'll accept... ifthatsokaywithyou..."

You respond to Deva speaking, "Oh it’s ok with me," in a singsong voice.

Deva shook her head at the person responding to her mannerisms. She really needed to kick the habit of saying that phrase so automatically that it just pops out of her mouth.

Turning to the path, she leads you down the path into the swamp. She looks at every clearing and such, bracing you to stop every time you tried to walk towards one of them. She would respond with, "You said you didn't want a mud bath, ifthatsokaywithyou- er, just be careful."

She would lead you to a rather large clearing, and she spoke, "Alright, this is a spot I suspect might be a mud hole. Haven't sunk here before. So, to make absolute sure, you only want to watch?"

You respond, "Yes I only want to watch."

Deva nods, then speaks, "Alright. I'll just sink then. Could you watch my bag for me?" She hands you a bag with her belongings in it, then makes sure you'll take care of it before stepping out onto the bog.

Inside the bag, there is several things, such as bottles filled with mud, what appears to be a medieval fantasy first aid kit, even with disinfectant.

She also had 2 changes of clothes in there, a green beautiful dress, that also had a necklace of a emerald gemstone in a shape of a sharp prism. She also had a handkerchief that had animated designs of the forest on it, and a spare one as well.

Her other dress was white and made of white furs. It looked very warm and cozy. A strange currency in the bag as well, the gold coins not making much sense.

As you get a quick glance at her belongings, you mumble, "I just want to watch as you sink and struggle."

Deva looked up as he spoke, "Huh? Struggle and sink? I mean, I guess I could do that... anyways, you promise to watch my stuff?"

You reassure Deva, "Yes I promise to watch your stuff, trust me."

"Alright then, ifthats- ahem, I mean, yes, I'll start sinking, I really enjoy doing this." Deva walks out to the center of the area, leaving muddy footprints in her bare feet, her shoes in her bag.

Once in the center, she pumps her legs in the surface to start drilling her way into the muck. As she sinks up to her knees, she tells you, "Linen is such a nice dress material to sink in. The mud just soaks right through it."

She then continues working her way down. Remembering what you said about struggling, she then starts a faux panic, and pulls on each leg, with an intentional side effect of driving both her legs down faster. She speaks in a faux frightened voice, "Oh no, I can't get out, and it's climbing up me. What am I going to do?"

You think to yourself, 'Wow, this is awesome...' while watching her perform this way. You say nothing but watch in enjoyment as she sinks into the marshy ground that yields to her every movement.

As the mud starts climbing up Deva's thighs, she lets out a panicked, yet faux whimper as the mud claims more and more of her body. However, as the mud reaches the bottom of her torso, she gasps a little, but shakes it off and continues panicking, sinking to about her waist. She lets out a soft moan under her panicking high-pitched murmurs.

"I'm sinking! I'm- uh, oh no, what do I do?" She pushes her hands towards the surface of the bog, but stops halfway in the air, playing the role of someone unsure of whether that's a good idea or not. She continued to squirm and struggle as she sank further.

You are really enjoying her sink and comment, "Oooh this is really good!"

Deva responds to your comment by blushing while panicking. As she moves her torso around quickly to try and do anything to escape within her act, the sludge creeps up her dress and claims more and more of her, yet, a little bit slower now, only up to her belly button, or at least, where it would be on her dress.

Deva reaches out towards the dry ground in your direction, however, she is nowhere near it, and the mud simply doesn't stop it's consumption of her slender body. She panics as this happens and starts struggling more, the mud slowly yet greedily sucking more of her in.

You grow a wicked grin and declare ultimately, "Haha! You will never escape!" This only serves your enjoyment more.

Deva hears you speak those malicious words and struggles even more! She responds, "No, please, you must understand, I don't want it to end like this! Please!"

As she sinks up to the bottom of her ribcage, up to her small breasts, she continues panicking and presses her hands slowly on the bog's surface. She is lifted up a tiny bit before she immediately plunges up to her elbows in the sludge.

Her dress is long sleeved and the arms go all the way to her wrist, the linen material now submerged. She pulls on her arms but appears to be unable to free them. She lets out a soft long whine that mixes with a breathy moan as she continues struggling, the mud claiming more of her arms and torso.

"AHAHAHA! Yes, sink!" You declare to Deva as she just keeps sinking, appearing to be unable to escape.

"NoooOOooOOooOo! Please, let me out, I'll do whatever you want!" Deva screams in panic. As she sinks deeper, the mud surrounds more of her chest, and makes it harder for her to breathe, making her breaths longer and more audible.

The earthy smell of the mud completely invigorates Deva as she continues struggling, albeit to just get deeper. Her breasts sink halfway under.

Deva's long brown hair spreads across the surface of the mud as she continues to sink, and she struggles and squirms.

She feels no bottom below her, and is starting to get to her buoyancy point. To counteract this, she starts leaning back to continue going down, yet, she whimpers for a bit, then explodes screaming, "Noooooo!!!!"

Breathing heavily, she trembles now in the mud, her breasts having sunk completely under, her arms trapped without any escape. Deva got as deep into her role as she did in the mud, and although tears didn't roll down her face yet, she cried, "I'm going- to die- here... no, no,- NO NO- NO NO!!!!"

She breathed heavily between her words, and continued to shake.

"Hahahaha! This is your end!" You declared boldly to Deva, as deep into your role as she was.

Shaking and crying through her voice, tears rolled down her cheeks as she got deep in both her role and in the bog. Up to her armpits, she continued leaning backwards to continue sinking deeper and deeper.

Her breathes became slower and slower as you watched her go deeper. As the mud rolled over her shoulders, tears just flowed down her eyes in waterfalls, yet she gave up making noise due to how hard it was to breathe.

As the mud tickled her neck, she gasped as she continued crying silently. "I'm going to- die..." was all she spoke for the next little while. The mud rose up her neck slowly, the slime coating her neck more and more as she continued leaning back.

"Muhahahaha!!! The final part is always the best," you roar out as you continue enjoying Deva sinking.

Ignoring his comment, she did not give a response as it would require more air than she had, and she wanted to try something new when she went under the mud.

As the mud slid up to her chin, she only wanted a few moments more. She tilted her head back, but as the tips of her long yet sensitive elven ears dipped into the cold muck, she gasped a little. She simply held still while leaning further back.

She continued to breathe in, without breathing out, as she continued sinking. She shuddered as the mud closed over her ears and closed her off from the world verbally.

With the mud surrounding her face and creeping inwards, she ended up closing her eyes and lifting her mouth up. Getting the last bit of oxygen in, she closed her mouth just as it went under.

With just her nose above the surface, that sunk under as well. While under the mud, Deva held her breath for about 3 seconds before opening her mouth quickly and then shutting it, letting out a bubble of air into the surface, only her hair on the surface now, blending well with the mud of the same color.

The taste of the mud in her mouth was actually nice, aside from the grittiness. She had not let all of her air out, however, she was getting lightheaded, so she quickly leaned up and emerged from the mud, coughing out the mud from her mouth and breathing in deeply. She was up to halfway up her breasts once more, simply stuck in the mire. She smiled, with her eyes still closed, and spoke, once the mud drained from her ears, "How was that?"

"It’s was great!" You remarked, just awestruck by Deva's performance.

"Thanks. I didn't realize there was an appeal to watching this as well as doing it yourself," she explained.

Deva then proceeded to slowly work out her arms from the mud's embrace, just one arm at a time, very slowly and forceful, as opposed to quick and jerky.

Once her arms were free, she wiped the mud from her eyes and opened them. She was soaked in mud from head to toe, especially in her linen dress. She spoke, "You know, the mud just soaks right through this linen, and even more so, I was not wearing underwear. You absolutely sure you don't want to come in and join me?"

Deva very very very slowly pushed on the mud, and wiggled herself out of the heaping morass just bit by bit, slowly making her escape.

Inch by inch, Deva wiggled herself free from the mud. The mud had fully released her breasts now, and she worked on leaning back and slithering out of the mud.

She then relaxed for a bit as the mud settled, and then leaned forward and used her forearms to pull herself out, pressing ever so slowly to avoid sinking in. Once she got her waist out, she gasped and found it much easier to slide out of the bog.

Deva simply slithered out of the mud from there on, her thighs coming out quite quickly, then her calves, and she was free. She crawled over to dry ground and caught her breath slowly.

She turned to him and asked, "Do you wanna have a dip in it before I go wash up?"

You respond simply with, “Eh, I don’t feel like sinking today.”

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Re: Deva's Sensual Sink

Postby DJlurker » Tue Jul 03, 2018 8:36 am

Not bad for an RP. :)

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Re: Deva's Sensual Sink

Postby Solrex » Tue Jul 03, 2018 2:32 pm

DJlurker wrote:Not bad for an RP. :)


Thank you very much! I enjoyed writing it. What do you think about how she was wearing linen clothes to a quicksand sink, seeing as linen absorbs liquid very easily?

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Re: Deva's Sensual Sink

Postby DJlurker » Tue Jul 03, 2018 4:29 pm

Don’t really have an opinion one way or the other. :| Continue writing with that if you like it.


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