Leave it all behind (including the pants)

You drop your shield and try to get up, your shins have been thoroughly entrenched into the mud. You hear increased squelching from your right were the hoard of leeches are and over the black flopping shape of the leech lavishing your mouth, you notice that the writing mass seems to have calmed.

There's no more time left. With the same urgency as when you`'d left your boots behind, you slide out of your pants, and wade hurriedly to patch of land. The squelching sounds increase and you don't dare look back as you throw yourself the last bit onto the dry patch.

You land belly down with your own giant squelch. It turns out that the turns out that what had looked like dry land from afar was just in fact a patch of more condensed mud! The outer layer had just looked dry because it had been left undisturbed to dry in the sun. in the end, you had made a human shaped indenture in the mud.

However, you were not out of luck, because the mud was still dense enough for the leeches to be unable to approach.

Just as you were thinking this however you gasped as you felt a sting at the base of your cock. Your dick instantly swells with blood and you gasp from the sudden sensation of lightheadedness.

The leech on you mouth takes this opportunity to insensitively jab its long tongue down your throat. You gag reflexively. Seemingly rather encouraged by your reaction it continuous to probe the back of your throat and you end up heaving the mornings breakfast straight into the leeches gullet.

After your second heave, you pretty much emptied your stomach and you notice the leech has gone still. Its tongue has gone still and it retreats back from whence it name, the suction around your lips loses and the black leech plops onto the dried mud close your face.

Perhaps it had eaten enough our maybe the taste of bile wasn't to its taste. Either way you were glad it was off of you and you slap it away . It lands in the water and with a few wriggles it disappears into the turbid waters.

With a sigh you bring up your hands and are about to lever yourself up when your arms go weak and you let out a moan.

It's the leech on your dick! It began to intensify it's ministrations. The tongue swirling about the tip of your cock and adding suctions to your entire length in a rhythmic manner. And you buck involuntarily into the mud

It feels so good you are tempted to just keep lying face down in the mud and let it do it's thing. You're current position feels safe enough from any praying eyes or creates. Half way buried as you are. And no additional leeches being able to accost you in the same unpleasant manner as the one that had been on your mouth.

But you're here for the treasure after all. Further more, having lost your shield and your sword (and even you leather pants!) you had also lost most of what you owned which was of any value. You had **** to go on, or else have to return to a life of destitution even more miserable than before.