A Dripping Den.

You finally shake out of your slumber and pull together your focus. You look about your surroundings to see a dripping cave den with a thick, sloppy, frophing foot and a half deep white and brown mix mud pool leading to the entrance of the cave and connecting to the waters of the swamp.

The ceiling and walls are all made of a solid compact mud that holds together in a working den. You can see several imprints in the walls that look like people have been pushed against them. You finally realize that you are plastered into the wall yourself. Your arms are hung above you in solid cones of mud while a mound of thick heavy mud buries your legs standing and stopping right at the bottom of your balls, leaving them and your now brown tipped cock exposed. A long stulagtite hangs from above you, dripping a hot, not warm but hot, drop of mud on your dick every minute or so, keeping you erect as it slides down to the tip and drips off to the mound. You can see a obvious trail along your shaft suggesting that you have been passed out here for a while.

Your loving goddess of mud is nowhere to be found, only a mud and cum mix flooded cave. Your torso hangs out from the wall, supported by your arms above you. You can think a bit more clearly now and try to think of what to do. She was amazing, mind blowing, and also your first, but she must have done something to you to make you think that way. And her breast milk... The sweetest thing to ever pass your lips. Unlike any drink from the taverns or any pricy bottle from a noblman's booze cubbered. The way she held you, teased you, touched you. It was beyond your words and could not be compared. She took your cloths, your weapons, your dignity, your sanity... Your virginity. Just thinking about what happened makes you shudder with goosebumps and a smile. You would have kissed her feet, yet she let you fuck her pussy. She clearly must have some kind of love for you. To be in the grasp of such a divine with immeasurable love and yet you are torn.

You still remember what you came for, the treasure. You still have hopes of finding it, but do you really need it? She is better than any treasure you could hope to find in this cesspool. You could just stay here with her and live out your life in her glorious pleasure. But what if it's just her messing with your mind? What if it's just a trick? But it felt so good. Maybe you could somehow convince or ask her to accompany you on your quest. But you just can't decide.