Moonbeam stood at the edge of the pit, her naked body glowing with an otherworldly light. Her skin was a radiant, porcelain doll-like complexion, and her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back like a wild tangle of silver-blonde locks. Her eyes, a deep, piercing green, sparkled with excitement as she gazed down into the pit, the thick grassy clippings seeming to beckon her closer.
"Oh, yes," she whispered to herself, her voice husky with desire. "I've been waiting for this moment for so long."
With a sense of abandon, Moonbeam willingly stepped forward, her feet sinking into the cool, damp clippings. The grass enveloped her ankles, then her calves, as she slowly began to sink into the pit. Her pussy, already throbbing with anticipation, pulsed with excitement as the soft, green blades caressed her skin.
"Mmm, this feels so good," she moaned, her voice rising to a crescendo of pleasure. "The grass is so soft, so gentle... it's like it's making love to me."
As she sank deeper, the clippings rose up to her thighs, then her hips, staining her skin a deep, vibrant green. Moonbeam's moans of pleasure filled the air, her body trembling with desire. Her breasts, small and pert, jiggled with each movement, as if they too were being stimulated by the gentle, insistent touch of the grass.
"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice rising to a fever pitch. "I want to be covered in the grass, to be stained with its essence. I want to feel its softness, its gentleness, its potency."
The green stain spread, creeping up Moonbeam's torso, covering her chest, her shoulders, and finally, her face. Her eyes, closed in ecstasy, seemed to gleam with an inner light, as if the very essence of the grass was infusing her with its potency. Her hair, long and flowing, became tangled with the clippings, as if the grass itself was trying to claim her as its own.
"I'm becoming one with the grass," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I'm becoming a part of it, a part of its softness, its gentleness, its power."
As she sank further, the clippings reached her neck, then her chin, and finally, her mouth. Moonbeam's moans grew louder, her body shuddering 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.
"I'm going to come," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I'm going to come, and it's going to be the most intense, the most powerful orgasm of my life."
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.
The grass, now stained with Moonbeam's essence, seemed to whisper a soft, contented sigh, as if it too had been satiated by their union. The air, heavy with the scent of grass and sex, vibrated with the memory of Moonbeam's pleasure, as if the very earth itself had been awakened to a new, sensual awareness. And in the distance, the sound of buzzing insects grew fainter, as if they too were sated, their hunger for pleasure momentarily assuaged by the spectacle of Moonbeam's green, grassy ecstasy.
As the last of Moonbeam's 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.
"I'll be back," Moonbeam whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. "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."
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