Through the swamps

Venus trudged through the swamp, eyes and ears sweeping the area around her for more threats, but none presented themselves. All she could hear was the chirping of thousands of insects, and all she could see was endless mud punctuated by stands of trees and marshy grasses.

Progress was slow, as she expected. The deep, cloying mud sucked at her feet and calves, forcing her to work harder for her steps. Furthermore, despite using her stick to test the ground ahead of her, she still fell into several sinkholes. Digging herself out of those cost her more time, as well. The only good news was her perpetual sweating had cleaned the lizardman's dried cum off her thighs rather well.

By the time dusk arrived, she figured she had covered several more miles. She wanted nothing more than to be clear of the swamps. The heat and humidity were wearing on her, she was running low on water, and she didn't know how far she had left to go. Exhaustion nibbled at the edges of her mind, though, tempting her with a good night's sleep.

A few spots looked good enough to sleep in. One lie at the base of some trees, where the ground seemed solid enough to rest on. The other spot was a short ways off, in the twisted husk of a large tree. A few branches formed a sort of seat against the trunk of the tree. Hardly comfortable, but better than nothing, and elevated out of the mud, too.