The setting sun painted the sky in fiery orange and soft azure hues, a perfect reflection of Sunbeam and Lady Moonbeam. His orange hair glowed like a flame, and her flowing blue locks shimmered like moonlight on water. Clad in barely-there swimwear, their bodies radiated a primal beauty as they walked barefoot across the cracked and sunbaked earth of the dried lakebed. The texture of the ground shifted beneath their feet, becoming softer, cooler, and welcoming as they neared the center where the earthy brown clay waited, glistening like liquid silk.

Hand in hand, they paused at the edge of the vast clay bed. Their eyes met, a spark of playful mischief and deep longing passing between them. Slowly, Sunbeam reached for her, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. Lady Moonbeam responded with a teasing smile, her hand brushing his chest. Their breaths quickened as they leaned into each other, their lips meeting in a kiss that ignited the air around them.

Their teasing grew bolder, each touch and whisper building their passion. Piece by piece, their skimpy garments were removed, dropped carelessly onto the cracked earth. Bare and unrestrained, they stepped together into the waiting clay, their toes sinking into its thick, cool embrace. The sensation was electric soft, yielding pull that urged them deeper.

With every step, the clay rose higher, coating their legs and clinging to their skin like a lover's touch. Their superhuman abilities allowed them to breathe beneath the earth, and this knowledge freed them to surrender fully to the experience. They pressed their feet deeper, feeling the creamy consistency suck them downward. As the mire climbed their thighs and bellies, their bodies moved together, their passion blending with the rhythm of the earth itself.

Sunbeam wrapped his arms around Lady Moonbeam, lifting her slightly as their bodies joined. The clay supported them, its thickness enhancing every touch, every movement. They sank slowly, deliberately, their bare bodies coated in rich, earthy brown as they made love. The quickclay reached their chests, yet they continued, their moans of pleasure harmonizing with the sounds of nature around them.

The mire coolness contrasted with the heat of their bodies, heightening their sensations. As they sank up to their necks, their faces turned skyward. Eyes closed, they uttered cries of pure ecstasy, their voices carrying into the twilight. The clay caressed their chins, then their lips, pulling them under as they reached the pinnacle of their shared passion. They disappeared beneath the surface, fully submerged in the creamy depths, their intertwined bodies a testament to their love and connection to the earth.

Deep below, surrounded by the muffled stillness of the clay, they moved together in perfect harmony. The mire cradled them like a womb, and they rested, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. Time lost all meaning as they explored the depths, venturing as far as they desired, safe in the knowledge that they belonged to the earth and to each other.

When they finally resurfaced, their muddy hands broke through the thick crust, clawing onto solid, dry land. They pulled themselves out, their bodies completely coated in creamy, batter-like clay. Exhausted yet fulfilled, they lay side by side on the sun-warmed ground, their laughter mixing with the hum of the earth beneath them.

But their desires were not yet sated. After a moment of rest, they returned to the clay, diving and sinking, playing and exploring with a joyful abandon. This was their sanctuary, their sacred space, where they could merge their love with the very essence of nature. Together, they became one with the earth, their passion as eternal and boundless as the elements themselves.

One day we shall find that island to fulfill our fetish desires...