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Saramathra belongs to BaryonSweep (OC used with permission)
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It was thick, messy, and holding her legs snugly. There was no doubt in Saramathra’s mind.
“H-Human… is this what your kind calls ‘quicksand’?”
The traveler nodded, only to give a sheepish ‘I think so…’ while his companion was up to her thighs in it.
Realizing the warrior's own reaction was a bit uneasy, he had to ask.
“Are you okay, Saramathra?”
She looked down. It was slow, but her thighs were still sinking.
“I am fine, human.” Saramathra responded simply, pausing before she continued. “I am not worried about the bog I am in. I should have more carefully observed our surroundings. If I had, I wouldn’t be sinking in quicksand.”
Given her nonchalance, and the fact she didn’t seem to be sinking quite as quickly anymore, the traveler relaxed slightly. Maybe he misjudged her slightly. Giving a small, sheepish smile, he tried to give some words of support.
“Well, nobody’s perfect, right? Even the strongest, toughest, best warriors out there have run into some trouble from time to time.”
Saramathra allowed herself a small smile. Was that how the traveler viewed her? With the last of her legs slowly sinking, she carefully placed both hands against the surface of the quicksand, not pushing against it any more than necessary. Compared to the sudden plunge into the muck, the situation now felt far less perilous. Even so, she was stuck in quicksand, and struggling around in this thick stuff would only make her start to sink again. Someway, somehow, Saramathra would need someone to pull her out of the quicksand.
“Okay, well then…” The traveler looked at the supplies in his backpack. “Yeah, I’ve got what I need to be able to cut something down to use as a rope. Then I can get you out of there.” He looked into Saramathra’s eyes, then down to the quicksand she was plopped in. “As long as you can stay like that, I shouldn’t take too long.”
The warrior nodded, watching him turn and walk quickly—now also watching his own step—and hunt down a substitute for a rope. This was certainly a turn for how she’d expected the day to go. Now she was out in the jungle alone, which wouldn’t be a problem if she wasn’t waist deep in quicksand. With nothing else to do, Saramathra began looking around, wondering if she could spot the closest ground that was solid… or, with any luck, anything she could use as leverage to get herself out.
Commissioned by me
Saramathra belongs to BaryonSweep (OC used with permission)
Story written by
xylenqsIt was thick, messy, and holding her legs snugly. There was no doubt in Saramathra’s mind.
“H-Human… is this what your kind calls ‘quicksand’?”
The traveler nodded, only to give a sheepish ‘I think so…’ while his companion was up to her thighs in it.
Realizing the warrior's own reaction was a bit uneasy, he had to ask.
“Are you okay, Saramathra?”
She looked down. It was slow, but her thighs were still sinking.
“I am fine, human.” Saramathra responded simply, pausing before she continued. “I am not worried about the bog I am in. I should have more carefully observed our surroundings. If I had, I wouldn’t be sinking in quicksand.”
Given her nonchalance, and the fact she didn’t seem to be sinking quite as quickly anymore, the traveler relaxed slightly. Maybe he misjudged her slightly. Giving a small, sheepish smile, he tried to give some words of support.
“Well, nobody’s perfect, right? Even the strongest, toughest, best warriors out there have run into some trouble from time to time.”
Saramathra allowed herself a small smile. Was that how the traveler viewed her? With the last of her legs slowly sinking, she carefully placed both hands against the surface of the quicksand, not pushing against it any more than necessary. Compared to the sudden plunge into the muck, the situation now felt far less perilous. Even so, she was stuck in quicksand, and struggling around in this thick stuff would only make her start to sink again. Someway, somehow, Saramathra would need someone to pull her out of the quicksand.
“Okay, well then…” The traveler looked at the supplies in his backpack. “Yeah, I’ve got what I need to be able to cut something down to use as a rope. Then I can get you out of there.” He looked into Saramathra’s eyes, then down to the quicksand she was plopped in. “As long as you can stay like that, I shouldn’t take too long.”
The warrior nodded, watching him turn and walk quickly—now also watching his own step—and hunt down a substitute for a rope. This was certainly a turn for how she’d expected the day to go. Now she was out in the jungle alone, which wouldn’t be a problem if she wasn’t waist deep in quicksand. With nothing else to do, Saramathra began looking around, wondering if she could spot the closest ground that was solid… or, with any luck, anything she could use as leverage to get herself out.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fetish Other
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Size 2112 x 1744px
File Size 3.58 MB
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