Chaldea Tales - Chapter Eight | Commission: Grimahr

The cacophony of the two giantesses snoring atop Ritsuka rattled through his head. Most nights since they got him back from the inside of Anne’s stomach, they’d kept him inside one of them. Except tonight. Tonight, after Anne had shoved him into Mary for most of it, the pair had fallen asleep in a sexual haze. 

Still entombed in Mary’s moist cavern, Ritsuka squirmed towards the exit, making barely any progress through it. Eventually, he was able to get beyond the tightest point of her lips. He screamed as he fell out from Mary’s vagina and tumbled down her thigh towards the bed below.

He looked up around him from between Mary’s legs and was awestruck by the dark mountain range surrounding him - the discarded blanket. It had been covering Mary and Anne until they shuffled out from beneath it in their coital coil. Now the two giantesses were in a deep, blissful sleep above him, having fallen asleep in each other’s arms.

Ritsuka made the long trek between Mary’s thighs. Tremors shook the ground beneath him as the pair stirred in bed. The risk of one of them crushing him was unsettling, so Ritsuka switched to a light jog. As he reached the edge of the bed, he looked down to confirm a suspicion he had - there was a pile of Mary and Anne’s clothes on the floor.

Suddenly Mary began to close her legs as Anne rolled out from her grip, both of them beginning to feel too hot and uncomfortable. Ritsuka dived off of the bed towards the clothes below before landing on them softly. Not wanting either of them waking up and catching him, after days of torture, he quickly clambered across the discarded clothes and beelined for the vent on the far side of the room.

They hadn’t served him well thus far, but if he could just find a way into one of the public rooms, he could get help. Somebody who wouldn’t think twice to help him would be nice. He climbed between the vent grate and started the long, dark journey into the labyrinth, feeling hopeful in spite of everything.

Echoes of faint voices reverberated across the metal walls around him from far into the depths of the twisting and turning vents. As Ritsuka reached yet another split in the vents, he saw a light finally shining through the wall in the distance and dragged his weak body towards it. 

Finally reaching the gap in the vent, Ritsuka squinted as he climbed past the grate into the room. His eyes needed time to adjust, the room was extremely bright compared to the vent. As his eyes began to adjust, he could see a girl lying across the bed with her legs dangling. The sound of her scribbling her pencil into a notebook was unmistakable.

Quiet mumbles escaped her lips as she absentmindedly continued drawing. He looked around the room and saw that there was nowhere for him to go to, she was his only hope. Approaching the bed, Ritsuka began the climb up the side of the sheets. 

The bed shook as he struggled to climb to the top of it. Finally getting there, he realised who was lying in front of him - Osakabehime. Her bare legs dangled in the air behind her as she lay on her front, her legs complemented by her white knee high socks. A pink, silk blanket was draped over her shoulders, her dark hair flowing across it. A short skirt barely covered her perky but petite ass as she lightly moved her legs back and forth. 

As he made his way towards her, her mumbles became louder and more pronounced. “I wish Ma-chan were here. If I could just have him for a night, we’d be coiled in the throngs of ecstasy. Oh what I would do to him!” She bit her lip lustfully, thinking about all the things she’d do to Ritsuka given the opportunity. Having been approaching her colossal ass, he stumbled back away from Osakabe as he heard her speak, he knew she had a thing for him but he didn’t realise it was at quite this level. 

He considered running, not wanting to be found by her if she loved him that much but it seemed too late. The ground shook violently as her titanic body began to shift on the bed. Totally unstable, Ritsuka could only fall to the ground and watch as Osakabe’s skirt flared up as she rolled over onto her back. He screamed out in horror and winced as her ass came towards him. Clenching his eyes shut, he waited for his life to end as he was crushed.

The end didn’t come… At least, not the end he was expecting. He was somewhere hot and stale. Fleshy walls surrounded him, holding him tightly in place. Osakabe sat up in her bed and looked around the room for a moment, clutching her notebook and pencil at her side. She had no idea that the tiny Ritsuka she desired was trapped between her pert cheeks.

Shuffling to the edge of her bed, she allowed her legs to dangle off the side of it. With the edge of the mattress being slightly rougher to sit on, Ritsuka felt his body being forced deeper between her cheeks until the pressure around him was mostly relieved as Osakbe stood up. Her skirt flared over her ass, hiding him from the outside world in the just tight enough grip of her ass; not that anyone was around to see.

With her notebook in hand, Osakbe made her way across the room towards her kotatsu table. It wasn’t exactly cold but she loved the heat radiating into her lower half, it was cosy and stimulating. Better to get her fix in now, knowing how much she was going to sweat, before her first shower in weeks. It was easy for her to lose track of when she had last bathed when she was so busy drawing and gaming.

She placed her notebook and pencil lightly on the clean, wooden surface as she climbed onto the pillow surrounding the table. Shuffling into a comfortable seated position, she dug her cheeks into the soft pillow as she pulled the quilt around the edge of the table over her lap. The heat that had been culminating under the thick table radiated immediately into her legs and waist.

The change in his outer environment was apparent almost immediately to Ritsuka. The air felt thicker and his surroundings were ever-moistening. His body soon found it was able to shift in the depths of Osakabe’s sweating cheeks ever so slightly. Although, he kept his movements minimal and subtle, not wanting to alert her of his presence. The heat, he hoped, would null her sense of touch.

He wasn’t sure, however, if he had made the correct decision. As time moved on and Osakabe started to get really engrossed in her drawing, the evidence of her bad hygiene began to show itself. He had previously thought her ass had been stale and had a slight smell to it, but Ritsuka had not known what hell his posterior prison could truly be. The slowly built up filth that had congregated in her rear was really starting to become odorous as she began to sweat.

The quality of Ritsuka’s air to breathe had dropped considerably. Previously he had been straining to gasp in the relatively stale, ass filtered air - now the air was pungent with sweat and farts.

Feeling good, Osakabe gently shuffled her butt into the cushion below, enjoying the feeling of the fabric against her bare ass. Ritsuka wanted to scream out as her moist flesh kneaded his body, working it’s odour into his skin. He couldn’t bear to stay within her ass, he was sick of being in the worst possible environment for a man of his current size.

Squirming desperately, he found that he couldn’t get a grip anywhere between her slick cheeks. Each fighting squirm simply spread her cheeks around him slightly, sending him lower and lower towards the cushion below. Believing anywhere was better than her ass, Ritsuka followed the lower pressured regions until he dropped down onto the cushion in the slight ravine beneath her. 

Laying prone, he began to shuffle along the cushion into the painfully tight gap to escape, the ceiling of Osakabe’s moist with sweat vagina loomed dangerously close above him. Continuing to crawl, it got more claustrophobic as he got further past her vagina. He felt her peach fuzz covered vaginal lips brushing against his skin. 

Osakabe shivered as she had felt a sensual tingle in her pelvic region. “Oh my!” she gasped aloud, her cheeks blushing as the sensation aroused her more carnal side. Little did she know that it was Ritsuka desperately trying to evade her unknowing clutches without giving away his location. It was likely for the best, he couldn’t risk her wanting him there, especially considering how easy it would be for her to keep him there. She wasn’t exactly known for her proactiveness, but she was known for her, seemingly somewhat perverse, attraction to him. 

Ritsuka continued his crawl towards the gap he expected there to be ahead, once he was under the table he could make his escape. He had to be more careful about who he sought to help him, clearly it wasn’t as simple as he had expected it to be. At the tightest point in the gap beneath her, his body really grinded across her sensitive lips. He noticed just how moist they were getting, only the liquid was viscous now and he quickly realised it wasn’t just sweat.

A quiet, but very audible, moan escaped Osakabe’s lips and he knew things weren’t okay for him. Suddenly her vagina came crashing down onto him, grinding his tiny body between her wet folds and the cushion beneath them. Osakabe couldn’t help herself, something felt too good down there and there was no reason she shouldn’t! It had been a while... Maybe even a whole day now since she last relieved herself... 

Ritsuka’s pained screams were muffled as her folds pressed him down from all sides but beneath, her juices generously flowed over his body and soaked into him. He coughed and sputtered, unable to suck in any air as her juices filled every available orifice. Squirming for escape, he found he was completely stuck and once more at the mercy of his unaware captor.

Osakabe gasped loudly as she felt a twang of pleasure move from directly beneath her, before coursing through her body. Why did it feel so good today? Well, she wasn’t one to question it, may as well embrace it and enjoy the time.

Her body was heating up to no end through a combination of her getting worked up from the pleasure she was feeling and the ever growing heat from her kotatsu table. She pressed her vagina more firmly into the cushion below before grinding it powerfully against it. She rocked her hips back and forth, moaning aloud from the pleasure caused primarily by Ritsuka’s intrusion.

Her folds quickly engulfed his meagre form, threatening to pull him into her depths where escape would be much tougher. Although, escape wasn’t looking likely from his current position. He spat out what he could and cupped his hands in front of his face to create a pocket of air, being able to inhale only small amounts at a time.

All the while Ritsuka tried to stay alive, Osakabe was having a wonderful time grinding into the pillow. She hadn’t felt this good in a long time, the source of the pleasure seemed to have now moved from her outer lips to just slightly past them. Continuing to grind, she focused on it, trying her best to work it deeper - hoping to increase how good it felt. She assumed it was something to do with her vaginal muscles or nerves and was thankful that something had changed. 

Ritsuka could feel the slick walls around him pressing down on him from all sides, it felt as if he was being pressed from beneath also and in such a way that his body was being pumped deeper and deeper. He flailed in horror, not wanting to get stuck too deep, causing Osakabe to moan out louder than she had thus far. She was in bliss.