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16more fervent and energetic. She orgasmed as she felt both tentacles fire seed into her bowels and against her cervix. It was everything she desired. Her body was filled with its seed. It loved her. The swamp loved her. She never wanted it, the creature, to ever break contact with her. All her loneliness, the years of unloving parents, the violence and harshness she had experienced... all were now washed away and replaced with a sense of being wanted, of another living entity loving her and trusting her, here, alone together, having wild sex with each other in the wet mud. It was all so perfect.She gently stroked the creature as it pulled its tentacle from her throat. She whispered, %u201cThank you my dear, gentle. sweet lover.%u201dShe kissed its watery body and then, as the moon slide out from the clouds, saw its eye watching her. She held its stare and smiled. Then she put the side of her face against its oily body and slid it over it as a way of telling it she loved having it against her.She felt a tentacle begin to slither out of her vagina. No, please, not yet, her mind pleaded as her hands went down to grip it and push it back into her.It ceased trying to remove it. She wanted more and began to masturbate herself with the thick limb as she moved her hips again to fuck it.The creature responded by doing something extraordinary, something that delighted her beyond all that had happened so far between them. It slid off of her and still keeping two tentacles inside her, brought other tentacles forward from out of the darkness to curl around her and lift her up out of the mud. Only then did she realise how tender it had been with her; the creature had limbs so powerful, they could tear a man apart.It held her confidently and without causing her concern or pain, a Swamp Tramp