Keep struggling. (Leave your sword? Only if you're a fool!)

Desperately you try to search for your sword in the muck besides you. You feel something hard. It must be the hilt of your sword.

As you grasp it a you feel something squirm against your side, another leach has attached to you and begun sucking up the sweat and oils on your skin! Fortunately none of the have latched onto the extremities of your limbs where they could incapacitate you. But you must hurry!

Trying to stay calm and breath through your noes while a foreign member caresses your tongue, you grab the thing under the water and are about to pull, when a fourth leach jumps out of the water and latches onto your face, right over your noes.

Panic courses through you and you forget all about the sword. You claw at the slick flesh attached to your face with both hands. If both your noes and mouth are covered, how are you supposed to breath?! Through your ears?!

More leaches begin attaching themselves to your feet and elbows, squirming beneath your armour and attaching themselves to your bare buttocks. But you can't think about that now. Even the sensation of the leech attached to your dick vibrating in a frenzied manner is a distant thought as you feel one slimy tongue probes one of your nostrils.

Rolling in the water you flail with your arms and legs inadvertently going to deeper waters. Your pants slide farther down your legs and leeches attach themselves to your thighs.

You gasp into the leech on your mouth which begins to caress the back of your throat but your lungs don't even get enough air to fill properly. Panicking more you flail even harder, suddenly realizing that the waters is to your shoulders. You try to sink your feet into the muck of the lake floor, foggilystill wanting to stop the leeches from swallowing your legs, even as your lungs burn and despair slowly overcomes you.

All of a sudden you feel the water seems to thicken around you. Coutless slick sensations begin to accost every inch of your boddy.

You look down and see the faint green shimmering worm like creatures, none of them longer than a pinky finger but ranging from the thickness of a noodle to that of grown man's thumb. They churn about like a giant soup.

You've run into a moat of Squirmies! A lifesaver

Squirmies are considered pests in most of the world. They travel in groups accosting any living organism living beneath water. Although they are not carnivorous and consume tiny plant particles in the water. They will squirm into just about any crevice they can. Usually they pose a problem even when their moat is the size a basket. Looking at the cabin sized space churning all around, you shake your head in awe. Only the CessPool could nurture such a giant moat of squirmies!

Fortunately as long as they stay out of the lungs, eyes socket or ears, they pose no danger to humans. For water dwellers such as the Toothless leaches however...

The leeches on your face droop off quickly enough and you take a grateful gulp of air.

Making sure to keep your head out of the water you watch as some of the squirms worm their way into a leeches stretchy pores. It lets go of your body and disappears into the mass of Squirmies.

One after another the leeches on your body let go. Being replaced by an even more intense sensation of slick caresses worming across every inch of your body. forcing out a through gasps and suppressed moans from you. Beneath your armour and pants, although they are already at your knees right now, they squirm.

Now that your life is not on the line you allow yourself to indulge in the pleasurable sensation which is swirling over you sensitive skinn and around your balls and cock that is still hard from the leeches venom. It is borderline too much. But you might as well enjoy it!

All of a sudden you become acutely aware of the squirming against your butt-crack. You feel a rising pressure agains the crevices of your anus. And you clench as hard as you can in dread.

No sooner than you do that you feel something slink like liquid pleasure down the slit of your cock.

Your let out a moan and your knees go weak. All of a sudden you feel a slick bean sized shape breach your anus and slip into your warm insides.

You barely remember to keep your head above water as the squirmies are still churning around you.

No sooner did one enter your anus, but an entire stream of squirmies followed it, squeezing past your tight ring of muscles.

You can't stop yourself from keening loudly as another slinks into your urethra, swirling inside. every wiggle makes sends a bolt of pleasure through you and you can't stop from thrusting your hips from the intensity of it. You feel your balls tighten and with an explosive climax and a final almost vicious stimulation of pleasure you flush the two intruding squirmies out of your penis. As quickly as they arrived. The Squirmies churning the water move on, turning theater still again again.

After a pause you feel a movement from your bowls again, one after another the squirmies which had entered through your back door plopped out. You can clearly feel your anus widening around the girth of a meatball sized squirmy. As it plops out another squirmie of a noodle size follows and so on it goes.

Furtively you touch the cock beneath the water's surface which is still erect and hot against your stomach. Your cheeks pink with a bit of shame as you can't help but jerk off at the sensation of the slick things exiting your ass. But no ones ever going to know.

Finally the last squirmy straggler, a thin noodle one, slinks out of your ass and you speed up your jerking. With a hitch of your breath you climax into the water.

Raising your knees you catch a hold of your pants and pull them up. Making sure to secure the belt firmly. Feeling much better with pants on, the first order of business is to find your sword. With a fews strokes you're back to shallower ground.

You're not afraid of the leeches anymore or anything else which might dwell in the water sine they've probably all fled from or been killed by the giant moat of Squirmies. So there should be no danger for you for a good while.

Feeling around with your bare feet you eventually find the hilt of your sword. You pull it out along with its scabbard.

Now, off to find treasure.

You look back att the deeper water where you came from. Right now is a golden opportunity. If there is anything that has managed to survive the Squirmies infestation in the deeper waters, it has probably taken refuge and won't be making an appearance until nightfall when the Squirmies rest. Although you risk running into them again. As long as you're carful, they won't pose a risk to you.

The morning mist still lies on the lake and one of the first ray's of sunlight of the day manages to break through the clouds. It's a beautiful sight.

A whiff of something putrid reaches your nostrils and you are reminded again of where you are.

Through the mist you can see another stone structure, different from the one you saw when coming in. Swimming over the lake would be short-cut for you, and you might find a place to take refuge, although you'd come tho the watery area for treasure. Even if it is here, you now realise that finding anything that has sunk into the mud is going to be though, an if you do, chances are, you're going to cut your bare feet on it instead. Further more, if you come across any scavengers like yourself you'll be able to defend yourself now that you have your sword back.

You'll probably have better luck in the ruins.

As you are about to make up your mind, the hauntingly beautiful melody of a flute reaches your ears. Seemingly coming from within the mist.