Lucïäna's Plunge into Darkness

[Solrex]

Author's note: I've been playing WoW recently and had a character that I had been playing that I wanted to write a story about. I had fun writing this story, and hope you enjoy it. Note that for the famous character near the end of the story, I pulled quotes from the game for his dialogue as a nice touch. Anyways, without further ado, enjoy:

In the land of Azeroth where both the Alliance and the Horde were constantly at arms against each other in a world of warcraft and combat, there lived a Draenei named Lucïäna. She had been trained in the way of the priest for as long as she could remember.

Lucïäna’s skin was albino white, she thought it was just a nice touch to her holy class of combat, being a priest. She wore white robes to match her white hair that flowed down her tall back. As of current day, she wielded a wand with golden glowing light. Or at least, that's what the transmogrification made it appear as. She finished the look with a red cloak down her back.

She recently had joined a guild and was exploring the continent of Kul Tiras and helping out the folk there. She started out using the school of discipline to heal others, but found that to be too difficult when in a group due to having too many things to focus on. Her guild leader suggested she try the Holy school of magic since it was simpler and easier to use. She experimented with the Holy school, but found she had no offense when alone. She required others to function.

Frustrated, she wanted to be able to deal damage to her enemies like the warlocks and mages in her groups. Her school of magic was not the only thing she was indecisive about. After finishing her training, she picked up skinning and enchanting. She wanted to skin hides and disenchant then. Problem was, she had to craft the items into armor before she could break them apart, so she gave up on enchanting.

Having an affinity for jewels, she tried her hand at jewelcrafting. She made a few jewels to socket into her armor, then got bored of it. Finally, at current day, she gave up jewelcrafting and took up mining. With skinning and mining, she could make quite a fortune on the open market.

Just recently, she had decided to dabble in the shadow school of magic. It turned out, she was quite proficient at it. It left her fragile as glass, however, she could actually defend herself proficiently. However, this left her at a bit of a moral dilemma. When one of her long time friends saw her in her shadowform, the dark shadows coating her to defend her and make her dark magic stronger, they shook their head in disbelief. “It's not what it looks like, I swear!” Lucïäna tried to explain, but her friend simply pushed her away, and told her to just go, get out of her sight. Not only that, but it left dark whispers in her head, whispers of being consumed by the void entirely. She tried to ignore those.

Her military duties had her fighting the horde in Zandalar. She enjoyed a nice raid with tons of people in Zuldazar, the hot jungle climate rather nice and relaxing. She explored to the north to Nazmir, using her levitate spell to hover across the water and happened across a place marked on her map as the heart of darkness. Feeling the dark whispers of the void near the place, Lucïäna immediately fled the place, afraid of being consumed by shadows.

She headed northeast into the frogmarsh, and some feeling just couldn't leave her as she made use of her levitate spell to hover over the water.

She didn't notice, due to her floating, but the ground got softer here. Even if she was grounded, her mind was too preoccupied for her hooved feet to notice the softer ground. She decided to do some archaeology around this area, see what she could find.

After a few minutes, she noticed a relic half sunk into some mud. She hovered over to it and went to pick it up. Examining the broken piece of history, she examined it trying to figure out what it could be. It also happened to be the moment when her levitate spell wore off, and had to be recast, dropping her into the soft muck, splashing grime everywhere across her feet and the hem of her dress.

She groaned in frustration, and went to lift her Draenei hoof, but found it stuck in the mud, the hoof creating a bit of suction with the mud. Her other leg was in the same predicament, stuck and making a mess of her dress.

She pulled on her legs more and more, and then it hit her; was she still sinking into the grimy sludge? She stopped pulling on her legs for a moment and just held still. She was indeed still sinking, the marsh muck creeping up her ankles, claiming more of her dress. She was going to have to replace her dress, and get it transmogrified back to what she liked. That was going to cost a small fortune.

Still, the frogmarsh mud held her legs very tightly, the suction unable to let go of her hooves. She decided to cast levitate again, to see if that would help. However, she was within a liquid, not above it, so it did nothing to help. Since she couldn't get above the liquid, the spell acted the same as if she was underwater, having little to no effect, so she dispelled it.

The soft slime slipped stealthily up her slender legs up to her knees. Debating on what she should do to escape, she was just holding still for the moment. She reached for her hearthstone, but it was on cooldown. Of course, why wouldn't it be?

She pulled on her leg again, and it was completely stuck, slurped up by the murky mire. No amount of tugging would free her from her earthly prison. Her dress wasn't fairing too well either, it was a tight fit so instead of fanning out, it got slurped down with her legs.

Looking at her shadowy body, she decided the shadowform wasn't going to help her escape at all, so she turned the spell off. The muck was halfway up her thigh, and she was a bit concerned now how deep this bog was. Nervous, she pushed and pulled but to no avail. She was truly stuck.

The mire was snug and tight against her legs, offering no space between itself and Lucïäna's body. She called out for help, but choked out her call mid-way, not wanting to attract the horde in their home territory. It wouldn't help with the situation to have an orc swinging an axe at her while she was helpless like this, up to her upper thighs. She was now regretting going commando today as the sludge approached her lady parts. However, the muck was rather sensual, and almost turned her on.

Ignoring the fact that she was sinking to her death, the quicksand was giving her a nice tight hug, and as it nipped closer and closer to her special spot, and she just relaxed and let herself sink. The fastest way out of this bog trap was most likely to just let herself submerge, and be revived by the local spirit healer. Either that, or once she hit the bottom, crawl her way out.

Dying… it sure wasn't comfortable… however, in her predicament, she didn't have many options. She had been slain plenty of times by the horde as well as lucky monsters out in the world. Sure, she came back, as she was nowhere near her elderly years, but that didn't mean that it wasn't painful. It was extremely uncomfortable to get-

“Oooooo-oo-ooo-ooooooh,” Lucïäna gasped as the swampy ground touched her womanhood. As the sludge filled her virgin vagina, she let out an embarrassing moan, followed by a few smaller moans until she settled a little. She didn't expect the mud to be so soft and cuddly against her special skin.

The mud didn't go deep into her, as her hymen was still intact, and a simple non-Newtonian fluid wasn't going to break it. However, that didn't mean that the fluid wasn't going to pleasure the heck out of her insides. She tried to pull out of the muck, but every movement was a spike of pleasure inside of her.

She moaned loudly in her native tongue as she buckled against the sludge, sinking up to her waist. She squirmed in the thick muck, not to try to escape, but to pleasure herself. She started humping the mud as best she could while trapped in its greedy grasp. She didn't expect it to go this way, but who was to complain?

She argued in her head that she already dabbled in shadow magic, what was stopping her morals from having a little sexy fun right now? She kept descending despite any buoyancy she should have, whether now or later, due to her gear weighing her down. She heaved herself against the engulfing bog, the muck sucking her up to the bottom of her chest.

She wanting to feel completely swallowed up by the mud, either that, or find the bottom, pleasure herself until she content, and crawl out. She let out a loud moan as she climaxed in the muck, moaning louder after that and shoving her arms down into the muck to feel more engulfed by the mud.

Sinking to about halfway up her breasts, she rested from her pleasure just for a moment to recover. Breathing in and out, she found it hard to breathe. Not impossible, just slow.

Recovering from her pleasure, she knew she didn't have much time above the surface. However, the dark whispers of the void tingled in the back of her mind, completely turning her off. As the weight of her gear pulled her to her armpits in the thick sludge, she heard a deep whisper, and it only got louder the deeper she sank.

Lucïäna suddenly paused for moment. This muck was causing those whispers to come back. She shuddered as she sank up to her shoulders, and then the shoulders dipping below the brown surface.

“Give in to the void… let your desires guide your actions!” A loud whisper was heard in Lucïäna’s mind, and she squirmed helplessly in the muck. She couldn't run, she couldn't cast any kind of light spell on herself, she was just trapped.

As the swamp creeped up her draenei neck, she struggled to get her arms free, but to no avail. Suddenly, her shadowform switched on without her activating it, and she was unable to turn it off. As the bog tickled her chin, she titled her head back, her Draenei ears dipped below the surface. At first, the whispers were muted like the rest of the sound she heard, but then they returned, booming louder than before.

Tears slipped down Lucïäna’s titled back face, down the sides towards her ears as she was tormented by the void. “Accept your fate, be consumed by shadows!” She heard the whispers even louder. She feared what would happen when she sunk under completely. The muck consumed all but her nose as she continued sinking. Only her shadowy nose above the surface marked where she was now.

As her nose sunk under, the dark magic created a pocket of air near her nose, simply to torment her longer before her spirit released and she could call upon a spirit healer to revive.

Completely submerged, she felt the darkness seep into her, and she fought back relentlessly, but to no avail. Panicked, she struggled under the surface, kicking and thrashing with no end result she wanted.

She felt cursed, consumed, completely corrupted, and then the air bubble ran out, and she felt the muck against her nose. Her reflexes prevented her from immediately ending it, but eventually her body felt the need for air, and the dark marsh consumed her insides, choking her in darkness. Then she passed out.

When she awoke, she saw herself in spirit form. Before her was not the spirit healer she expected, but some sort of troll spirit. Confused, she heard him speak.

“Ah, ya come ta spend some time with Bwonsamdi?” She shook her head in confusion. Where was the spirit healer?

“What you be doin' here, mon? It not your time to pass on... yet.” A chill went down her spine as the word yet left the troll’s lips. She explained that she simply fell prey to one of nature’s death traps.

“Let me guess... ya got in over ya head?” Lucïäna’s ghostly eyes widened at this remark. She explained how she died and how quite literal his remark was in being accurate.

“Haha! Now dat be an amusing death!” She nodded, leaving out the parts about the dark magic. Bwonsamdi then explained that he was here to replace the spirit healer, and that he would revive her. He then did his thing, and Lucïäna appeared on the ground next to the bog, covered in mud. She immediately cast a levitate spell, coughing up some mud, and fled the place, found some water to wash up in, and returned to Boralus.

She quickly bought new clothes and had then transmogrified, and made a vow to never use shadow magic ever again. No more whispers, no more anything. She was done with all of that. Despite the difficulty of the Discipline school of magic, she was going to learn it.

No more shadows.

[DJlurker]

Nicely done! I never played this game, but your descriptions were adequate.

[Solrex]

Nicely done! I never played this game, but your descriptions were adequate.

In my stories, I make a huge point, even maybe a mental checklist, to hit all of the possible turn on points for people. So that includes ankle, knee, mid-thigh, upper thigh, crotch, waist, just below breast/chest, nipple deep, armpits, shoulders, neck, head, then submersion. I may be brief on each point, but I make it a personal mission to at least mention all of them.

On a side note, having a quicksand fetish really taught us anatomy. I mean, before you really got into quicksand, did you know the difference between a calf and a thigh(a thigh is up high), or that the waist wasn't where the belt goes, etc. I feel like I've learned a lot.

Anyways, when I hit all those points in my stories, the sink feels fluid and real, and I enjoy writing like that.