Lady Moonbeam's azure tresses shimmered under the pale moonlight as she stood trembling before the crumbling stone marker. The ancient runes glowed faintly, their warning vibrating in her bones rather than her ears: "Flesh-Hunger Mire - No Bottom Touched Since First Moon."
Her cerulean eyes dilated, reflecting the silvery swamp gases bubbling through the pearlescent sludge. The scent of decaying lilies and iron-rich clay made her nipples harden against her moon-silk bodice. Each squelching bubble pop echoed through her pelvis like a lover's whisper.
"By the Lunar Veil..." she breathed, her normally melodic voice cracking as slender fingers found the moonstone clasp between her breasts. The ceremonial garments fell away like shed snakeskin - silver pauldrons clanking on obsidian rocks, diaphanous skirts pooling around ankles already slick with anticipatory sweat.
The mire reacted to her nakedness. Swirling patterns emerged in the mercury-like surface, forming lunar phases that mirrored the actual moon's position overhead. When her bare foot broke the tension of the silvery membrane, constellations erupted across the sludge's surface.
Lady Moonbeam gasped as the coldness shocked her system, then moaned as it transformed into liquid warmth. The mire didn't suck - it drank. Each deliberate step forward made her blue hair stand on end, the strands becoming charged with swamp static that crackled between her thighs.
When the silver ooze reached her navel, bioluminescent tendrils emerged - not plant nor animal, but something ancient and star-born. They caressed her breasts with impossible precision, leaving glowing traceries that pulsed in time with her racing heartbeat. Her head fell back, azure locks dissolving into the mire's surface as it accepted this offering.
The moment the sludge touched her eyelids, visions erupted - cosmic birthing of moons, civilizations rising and falling in silver tides, the eternal hunger of celestial bodies. Her climax came not as a wave but as a supernova, back arching as the mire flooded every orifice simultaneously.
As the last strands of blue hair disappeared, the moon above blazed white-hot. The mire solidified into a perfect silver sphere, then sank beneath the surface. Dawn found only faintly glowing residue on discarded moonstones - and new constellations forming in the morning sky.
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