Old well, A fish leaps- Dark sound

The sun was setting over the lush green hills, casting an amber glow across the countryside. The old well sat nestled in a clearing, its rusted metal rim a stark contrast to the vibrant landscape. Suddenly, a ripple broke the surface of the water, and a shimmering silver form leapt airborne before splashing back down. It was a large koi fish, its scales glinting in the fading light.

Unbeknownst to the fish, its acrobatic display had caught the attention of something far more sinister. Deep within the murky depths of the well, a pair of eyes blinked open, gleaming with a hungry intensity. Slowly, a massive, bulbous shape began to rise up from the inky darkness, its surface glistening like slick, wet leather. The creature – for that is what it surely was – breached the surface with a guttural roar, revealing a mouthful of jagged, needle-like teeth and a pair of spiraling, antennae-like appendages that twitched and wriggled with obscene glee.

The fish reacted instantly to the awful sight, its instincts screaming at it to flee. It darted left and right, barely avoiding the snapping jaws of the beast as it surged through the water in a frenzy of bubbles and foam. But the creature was fast, and impossibly tenacious. With a sudden lurch, its jaws clamped down on the thrashing fish, severing it in two with a grisly crunch.

In the aftermath of the gruesome meal, the beast settled back down into the depths of the well, its soon-to-be-bloated belly sloshing with every movement. But the unholy hell-spawn was not to be left in peace. The splashing of the fish’s demise had attracted the attention of yet another unsuspecting creature. This one much larger than the fish – and perhaps a more fitting rematch for the starving monster.

From the nearby woods, a young woman emerged, traipsing slowly through the long grass. She was the picture of rural innocence, with long, chestnut hair and a face so fair and delicate it verged on Revolution-era ;;
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quality, build and her pretty features. But as she drew closer to the well, it became increasingly apparent that there was something rather more provocative hiding beneath her modest clothing. The tight flannel shirt stretched taut across her bountiful bosom, each button strained to its limit by the sheer volume of heaving tit-flesh it struggled to contain. Her nipples poked out clearly, two stiff little peaks tenting the fabric. Her jeans, too, were a wonder to behold – an impossible second skin, so tight it looked like she’d painted them on. The denim hugged every curve of her prodigious ass, the XL jeans molding perfectly to the plump, rounded cheeks. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she walked, a pendulous, mesmerizing rhythm that promised a night of sinful delights.

Unbeknownst to the busty beauty, however, she had just wandered into the beast’s hunting ground. As she arrived at the rim of the well, her movements caught the creature’s attention once more. Once again, the eyes snapped open and the water began to churn. The girl had a moment to register the cloying stench of decay that wafted up from below, mussy and unnatural, before a splashing, spluttering shock of magenta patterned scales breached the surface. But this was no fairy-tale princess – this was a monster, a leering, hungry beast with a gaping maw full of flesh-rending fangs.

The girl gasped in shock and stumbled back from the well, her meaty ass jiggling obscenely with the sudden movement. But her moment of surprise was all the opportunity the beast needed. With a roar that seemed to rattle the very bones of the Earth, the thing catapulted itself out of the well and onto the helpless girl, its dark, bulbous body slamming into her with the force of a slaughterhouse sledgehammer.

The monster’s scaled, slimy form engulfed her completely, its thick, tinged flesh squelching wetly against her and giving off a pungent, cloying stench of dank rot. Its long, writhing antennae roamed over her quivering body, probing at every curve and crevice. One sinuous appendage slipped under the hem of her shirt, burrowing wetly through her cleavage as she quivered and gasped beneath the beast. Another went lower, slithering over the lip of her waistband and squirming obscenely at her belly-button.

Meanwhile, the huge, fish-like head of the monster loomed over her terrified face, its gaping maw mere inches from her eyes. The creature’s cavernous mouth opened wider, a chasm of black, of stinking, slobbering flesh. The girl could see fractionally down the beast’s throat, a fleshy, gory channel leading into a glowing hellscape…

But then, the creature paused, its sinuous body convulsing as something seemed to take hold of its primitive brain. The monster looked down, at the girl’s face – and then lower, at her body. Those sausage-like fingers began to tremble, to convulse almost, as if seized by some sudden, electric realization. Its gaze roamed over her prone form, clocking every shapely inch of it – her bountiful tits, her narrow waist, her deliciously well-rounded bottom.

The beast let out a long, shuddering growl, and the head dropped lower, that huge, ugly mouth now poised mere inches above the sweaty crevice of cleavage rent by her straining shirt. The girl could feel the hot, rancid breath of the thing on her throat, and she shuddered harder, fascinated and disgusted in equal measure. The lips of the creature’s maw twitched, picking up the scent of her skin. Then, tentatively, slowly, they brushed across the crevice of her cleavage…

The beast was trembling with uncontrollable need now. The girl quivered and whimpered, not daring to move as that ravenous, snuffling mouth slithered lower and lower, sliding over the soft swell of her belly, moving now to lap at the inch gap between the hem of her tight skirt and the tempting top of her ass. The girl’s breath came out in short, frightened little gasps, her swelling breasts rising and falling against the monster’s moving lips.

All the while, the beast’s greedy, questing tongue continued to slime its way over her curves, lapping at every crevice, every clearly defined line and bulge. It was a behave exceedingly wet and messy beast, and the girl’s skin became soon slick and glistening with its drool, which left not only her flesh but also most of her clothes thoroughly soaked. Even her face was smeared with great dollops of the monster’s slobber…