Moonbeam stood at the edge of the pit, her naked body glowing with an otherworldly light. She gazed down into the pit, the thick grassy clippings seeming to beckon her closer, like a soft, green abyss. With a sense of abandon, she willingly stepped forward, her feet sinking into the cool, damp clippings.
As she sank deeper, the clippings rose up to her ankles, then her calves, staining her skin a deep, vibrant green. Moonbeam's eyes widened with excitement as she looked down at her feet, now completely covered in the green stain. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure as she watched her skin absorb the color, her feet looking like they were being slowly devoured by the grass.
"Oh, yes," she whispered to herself, her voice husky with desire. "This is what I've been waiting for. I want to be completely covered in the grass, to be stained from head to toe."
As she sank further, the clippings reached her thighs, then her hips, staining her skin an even deeper shade of green. Moonbeam's moans of pleasure grew louder, her body trembling with desire. She looked down at her body, watching as the stain spread, covering her breasts, her shoulders, and finally, her face.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed at her reflection in a nearby puddle of water. Her skin was a deep, vibrant green, and her hair was tangled with the clippings, as if the grass itself was trying to claim her as its own. She couldn't help but laugh with pleasure, her body shuddering with excitement.
"I'm so green," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I'm so completely, utterly green. And it feels amazing."
As she sank deeper into the pit, the clippings reached her neck, then her chin, and finally, her mouth. Moonbeam's moans grew louder, her body convulsing with pleasure, as she felt herself becoming one with the grass. Her pussy, now a deep, throbbing green, pulsed with an intense, almost unbearable pleasure, as if it were about to burst forth with a torrent of green, grassy juice.
And then, it happened. Moonbeam's body convulsed, her pussy erupting in a fountain of green, as she came with a intensity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. Her moans, now a low, throaty growl, filled the air, as she slowly, slowly sank out of sight, her body disappearing into the depths of the pit, leaving behind only a faint, green glow, like the ghostly imprint of her pleasure.
But even as she came, Moonbeam couldn't help but look down at her stained body, her eyes widening with excitement as she watched her skin absorb the color. She was completely, utterly green, and it felt amazing. She felt like she was a part of the grass, like she was becoming one with the earth itself.
As the last of her body disappeared from view, the pit seemed to relax, the clippings settling back into their usual, tranquil state. But deep within the pit, a faint, green glow remained, a testament to the intense, sensual pleasure that had just been experienced. And as the glow slowly faded, the grass seemed to whisper a soft, gentle promise, as if it were waiting for the next willing participant to come and indulge in its soft, green depths.
Moonbeam's voice, barely audible, whispered back, "I'll be back. I'll be back, and I'll sink deeper into the pit, and I'll let the grass claim me as its own. I'll let it stain me, body and soul, and I'll let it make me a part of its softness, its gentleness, its power."
As the glow faded, the pit was left in silence, the only sound the soft rustling of the grass in the breeze. But deep within the pit, Moonbeam's green-stained body lay hidden, her skin still pulsing with the pleasure of her orgasm, her mind still reeling with the intensity of her experience. She was a part of the grass now, a part of the earth itself, and she knew that she would never be the same again.
As the days passed, Moonbeam found herself drawn back to the pit again and again, each time sinking deeper into the grassy clippings and feeling herself become more and more a part of the earth. She would spend hours in the pit, her body stained green and her mind reeling with the intensity of her orgasms.
And yet, despite the intensity of her experiences, Moonbeam couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more, something deeper and more profound that she was missing. She felt like she was on the verge of a great discovery, like she was about to uncover a secret that had been hidden from her for her entire life.
One day, as she was sinking into the pit, Moonbeam felt a sudden surge of energy run through her body. The grass seemed to be vibrating with an otherworldly power, and she could feel herself being drawn down, down, down into the depths of the earth.
She closed her eyes and let herself go, feeling the grass wrap itself around her like a soft, green cocoon. The world above her grew distant and faint, and she felt herself being pulled into a realm beyond the physical, a realm of pure energy and pure pleasure.
As she sank deeper into the pit, Moonbeam felt her body begin to change. Her cells were shifting and flowing, like the grass itself, and she could feel herself becoming one with the earth. She was no longer just a woman, but a being of pure energy, a being of pure pleasure.
And in that moment, Moonbeam knew that she had discovered the secret she had been searching for. She had discovered the key to unlocking the deepest, most profound pleasures of the universe, and she had discovered the secret to becoming one with the earth itself.
As she lay there, her body glowing with an otherworldly energy, Moonbeam knew that she would never be the same again. She had been transformed, transmuted, and reborn, and she had been given the gift of pure pleasure, pure energy, and pure life.
The grass seemed to be whispering to her, its soft, green blades caressing her skin and filling her with an intense, almost unbearable pleasure. And Moonbeam knew that she would never be able to leave the pit, not now that she had discovered the secret of the earth.
She was a part of the grass now, a part of the earth itself, and she would spend the rest of eternity sinking deeper and deeper into the pit, feeling the pleasure and the energy of the universe flow through her like a river of pure delight.
And as the days passed, the pit seemed to be changing, the grass growing thicker and more vibrant, the energy emanating from it growing stronger and more intense. The air around the pit seemed to be charged with an otherworldly power, and the creatures of the forest seemed to be drawn to it, like moths to a flame.
They would gather around the pit, watching in awe as Moonbeam sank deeper and deeper into the grass, her body glowing with an intense, almost unbearable pleasure. And they would feel the energy emanating from the pit, the energy of pure pleasure, pure life, and pure delight.
The pit had become a portal, a gateway to a realm beyond the physical, a realm of pure energy and pure pleasure. And Moonbeam was the key, the doorway to this realm, the one who had unlocked the secret of the earth and had discovered the secret to becoming one with the universe.
As the years passed, the pit became a legend, a mythic place of pure pleasure and pure energy. And Moonbeam became a goddess, a being of pure delight, a being of pure life. And the creatures of the forest would come to the pit, to worship her, to adore her, and to feel the energy of the universe flow through them like a river of pure delight.
As Moonbeam sank deeper into the pit, her body became more and more stained with the green clippings. She was a vision of beauty, her skin a deep, vibrant green, her hair tangled with the grass. She looked down at herself, her eyes widening with excitement as she gazed at her stained body.
She was so horny, so filled with desire, that she couldn't help but masturbate. Her hands moved over her body, stroking her breasts, her belly, and her pussy. She moaned with pleasure, her body thrumming with excitement, as she felt herself becoming one with the pit.
As she touched herself, Moonbeam felt a surge of energy run through her body. She was feeding the pit, nourishing it with her pleasure, and the pit was responding in kind. The grass seemed to be growing thicker, more vibrant, as she masturbated, and the energy emanating from it was growing stronger, more intense.
Moonbeam howled with bliss, her body convulsing with pleasure, as she came wildly. She was a force of nature, a being of pure energy, and the pit was her playground. She humped the pit, thrashing around, filling the space around her with her green-stained body.
As she moved, the clippings seemed to massage against her, stroking her skin, and sending shivers of delight down her spine. Moonbeam moaned, her voice rising to a crescendo of pleasure, as she felt herself becoming one with the pit.
She looked down at her body, her eyes widening with excitement, as she gazed at her stained skin. She was so green, so beautiful, and she felt so alive. She was a part of the pit, a part of the earth, and she was feeding it with her pleasure.
As she came, Moonbeam felt herself being pulled deeper into the pit. She was sinking, sinking, sinking, and she didn't care. She was one with the pit, one with the earth, and she was feeling the most intense, the most profound pleasure of her life.
The pit was responding to her pleasure, growing thicker, more vibrant, as she fed it with her energy. The grass seemed to be wrapping itself around her, holding her close, and Moonbeam felt herself being absorbed into the earth.
She was disappearing, disappearing, disappearing, and she didn't care. She was one with the pit, one with the earth, and she was feeling the most intense, the most profound pleasure of her life.
As the minutes passed, Moonbeam's body became more and more relaxed. She was still, still, still, and she was feeling the most intense, the most profound pleasure of her life. She was one with the pit, one with the earth, and she was at peace.
The pit was quiet, quiet, quiet, and the only sound was Moonbeam's gentle breathing. She was a part of the earth, a part of the pit, and she was feeling the most intense, the most profound pleasure of her life.
And as she lay there, Moonbeam knew that she would never be the same again. She had been transformed, transmuted, and reborn, and she had been given the gift of pure pleasure, pure energy, and pure life. She was a being of pure delight, a being of pure life, and she would spend the rest of eternity sinking deeper and deeper into the pit, feeling the pleasure and the energy of the universe flow through her like a river of pure delight.
As Moonbeam slowly swam up to the surface, only her mouth broke the surface of the thick, dewy clumps of grass clippings. She moaned out loudly, her voice echoing through the air as she chanted in orgasmic ecstasy. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! This feels so good!" she exclaimed, her eyes closed in bliss.
The sound of her pleasure was like music to the pit, and it seemed to respond by sucking her back down, slowly pulling her underneath the surface. Moonbeam's eyes snapped open, and she looked down at her body, watching as the clippings wrapped themselves around her. "Mmm, I love this," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I love being surrounded by the grass, feeling it on my skin."
As she sank, Moonbeam's body relaxed, her muscles releasing their tension as she let herself be pulled down. But then, she flipped, her feet slowly breaking the surface of the clippings. Her soles and toes wiggled and squirmed, feeling the gentle caress of the grass as it wrapped itself around her.
"Oh, my feet!" Moonbeam exclaimed, her voice rising to a crescendo of pleasure. "My feet are so sensitive! The grass is driving me crazy!" She wiggled her feet, feeling the clippings move and shift, grabbing and holding onto her skin. "Yes, yes, yes! This is what I need! I need the grass to touch me, to feel me, to make me cum!"
As she moved her feet, Moonbeam began to masturbate again, her hands moving over her body as she worked herself up to a frenzy of arousal. "I'm so horny," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I'm so horny, and I need to cum. I need to feel the grass on my skin, to feel it sucking on my breasts, to feel it making me lactate."
The pit seemed to be responding to her pleasure, the grass clippings moving and shifting, sucking on her breasts and working her arousal until she lactated, juice flowing from her nipples to feed the pit. "Yes, yes, yes!" Moonbeam exclaimed, her voice rising to a crescendo of pleasure. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming, and it feels so good!"
As she came, Moonbeam's feet continued to wiggle and squirm, the clippings grabbing and holding onto her toes, sending shivers of delight down her spine. "Oh, my god," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "This is the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. I'm so horny, and I need more. I need more of the grass, more of the pit, more of the pleasure."
The pit seemed to be responding to her desire, the grass clippings moving and shifting, wrapping themselves around her feet, holding her in place. Moonbeam felt herself being sucked down, slowly being pulled underneath the surface, but she didn't care. She was lost in the sensation of the grass on her skin, the pleasure of the pit, and the ecstasy of her own arousal.
"I'm going to cum again," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "I'm going to cum again, and it's going to be even better than before. The grass is going to make me cum, and I'm going to love it." And with that, Moonbeam's body convulsed, her muscles releasing their tension as she let herself be pulled down, lost in the depths of the pit, lost in the world of her own pleasure.
As Moonbeam's body convulsed with pleasure, she felt herself being pulled down, deeper and deeper into the pit. She moaned and kicked her feet, scissoring her legs to sink deeper, aggressively bucking and thrashing as she massaged the grasses around herself. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself cumming again and again, her body releasing wave after wave of pleasure.
As she sank, Moonbeam's body became more and more relaxed, her muscles releasing their tension as she let herself be pulled down. She was deeply stained in green, covered in grass, and she felt like she was becoming one with the pit. She lactated and cums, her body producing more and more juice as she fed the pit, and the pit seemed to be responding, growing thicker and more vibrant as it absorbed her fluids.
As she sank deeper, Moonbeam's movements became slower and more languid, her body undulating as she massaged the grasses around herself. She was in a state of deep bliss, her mind and body completely relaxed as she let herself be pulled down into the depths of the pit.
Finally, Moonbeam's body came to rest, sinking completely out of sight and forever into the endless, bottomless depth of the pit. She was surrounded by the thick, deep clumps of grass, and she felt like she was floating in a sea of green. Her body was still, her muscles relaxed, and her mind was at peace.
As she rested, Moonbeam's breathing slowed, and she slowly lulled into an ever-deep slumber. She was sleeping in bliss, her body surrounded by the gentle caress of the grass, and her mind filled with the sensation of pleasure and relaxation.
From the outside view, the surface of the grass pit still and relaxed, the grasses ceasing their movement as Moonbeam rested beneath its womb. The air was quiet, the only sound the gentle rustling of the grass in the breeze. The pit seemed to be at peace, its energy calm and serene, as if it were smiling in satisfaction.
And as Moonbeam slept, she smiled, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by the grass, of being a part of the pit. She knew that she would never wake up, that she would remain forever in this state of deep bliss, surrounded by the endless, bottomless depth of the pit.
It was a delicate dream, a dream of pleasure and relaxation, and Moonbeam was content to remain in it forever. She was one with the pit, one with the grass, and she was at peace. The end.
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