Chaldea Tales - Chapter Nine

Osakabe seemed to not notice Ritsuka’s entry as she rigorously ground her crotch into the pillow beneath her. The soft fabric continuously rubbed against her sensitive lips with each rhythmic motion. The immense pleasure she felt growing inside of her as she moved seemed to be making its way deeper, but she put it down to tension… Tension she knew would be pleasurably blown away by what felt like an oncoming powerful orgasm.

Growing increasingly frustrated, Osakabe began to sweat profusely as she rode her pillow - her kotatsu table radiating heat out from beneath it. A frequent user of her kotatsu table, she enjoyed the heat and could often sit in near sauna level temperatures for hours. Today was no different.

Like a cat, Osakabe allowed her petite body to stretch out as she leaned back. Slumping her weight onto her pillow, she relished in the pleasure she felt from rubbing herself against it. Bringing her hands around behind her, she firmly wrapped her hands around the back edge of it and grasped it tightly. Now able to pull the pillow that lay beneath her into her sensitive genitalia, she slumped her body heavily and allowed her weight to force her vagina into the soft fabric.

Ritsuka was in a moist hell, surrounded by meaty folds. Osakabe’s labia had engulfed him with ease and the ever increasing moisture served to only further his descent into his unknowing captress. She moaned loudly at the growing intrusion.

Writhing wildly, Ritsuka fought like a cornered dog to avoid becoming trapped inside of yet another servant. He felt himself slipping towards what he assumed to be the entrance to her vagina, its grip on him becoming looser the further he pushed his tiny body back out.

The combination of Osakabe’s flowing juices and the rivers of sweat rushing down her body left her slick to the touch. Ritsuka barely even noticed the difference in moisture surrounding him as he slipped out of her vagina and was left pinned to the cushion by her puffy lips.

Noticing the pleasure she had just felt lessening, Osakabe began to grind her crotch into the pillow once more, with a renewed vigour. Her huge vagina crashing down onto him, Ritsuka could do nothing as he immediately was worked deeper into her yet again. “No! No! Not…” he screamed out, cut off only as her folds came crashing down upon him and forced her juices into every available orifice. He spat violently, gasping in as much air as he could in the slight lull, before continuing, “Not like this!”

He swung his arms wildly, making himself as large as he could in an attempt to stop her vagina so easily accepting him. As her giant crotch repeatedly slammed down into him, he felt his spread-eagle form sliding to the further reaches of her labia - much to his elation.

One thing he hadn’t considered, however, was his next obstacle. It wasn’t as simple as climbing out from her vagina and running. Her tall, pale thighs ran along either side of him and a wall of pubic hair, thickened by moisture, had been curling and matting all the while.

Feeling far away enough from her eager hole, Ritsuka pulled at his arms and legs to begin his crawl away from his captress. Some sort of tension stopped him from pulling any of his limbs out from the starfish position he had formed to stop himself being sucked in. Panicked, he tugged desperately at his arms and legs but made no progress.

What was going on? He was pinned too closely to the soft pillow to tell. Suddenly, Osakabe lifted herself up for a moment as she repositioned herself on her pillow. Light flooded between her legs as Ritsuka was dragged with her into the air, giving him an aerial view of the pillow he would’ve expected himself to be on if she had moved.

Looking at his arms and legs, he found that Osakabe’s pubic hairs had coiled around his limbs like predatory snakes. The wild movements he had been doing to escape her vaginal grasp had served only to leave him entangled in her wet, sticky pubic hair. He screamed out for help, tugging at his binds once more and having no luck.

Placing her pencil down on the table, Osakabe covered her mouth as she let out a huge yawn. She raised her arms into the air, moaning as she stretched her slim body. “I could really use a nap,” she said aloud as she stood up from the table.

Ritsuka was overcome with vertigo as he was dragged into the air with her. He dangled loosely amongst her pubes, terrified of the sheer drop beneath him. Much to his own dismay, he prayed that her pubic hair kept him entangled - even going so far as to wrap some strands around his hands and hold them tightly.

As Osakabe headed towards her bathroom, she noticed a slight itch in her crotch and absentmindedly began scratching. Her huge hand came plummeting down towards Ritsuka, stopping just slightly to the right of him. He could only watch as her long nails dug into her skin, digging into and beyond the wall of wet, matted pubic hair easily as she scratched.

Osakabe moved into the bathroom and wasted no time in planting her pert rear upon the porcelain. Ritsuka screamed in horror as he found himself now dangling precariously above the icy cold vortex creator Osakabe was now sitting on - his certain demise if he were to fall.

As Ritsuka slowed his breathing and calmed down, an eerie silence overcame the echoey bowl. He looked around, unable to see what Osakabe was doing in order to be so still and silent. His question was answered suddenly as a blast of yellow urine came flooding out from between her lips just below where his feet were. The force of the flooding liquid came close to dislodging him from his binds as it rushed past his feet, flecks of piss splashing across his body and the surrounding pubic hair.

The rush of pouring liquid continued out of Osakabe for what felt like an age, leaving Ritsuka and her vagina dripping wet. Ritsuka pondered for a moment, do girls really soak themselves this much when they pee? He was drenched, and it really hit home why women needed to wipe. He lay there, miserable and stuck, as he waited for Osakabe to finish up.

Lifting herself an inch or so from the bowl, Osakabe stood slightly with her ass still hung over it. Droplets of urine splashed down from her vagina into the water below, a sickening reminder of Ritsuka’s potential fate if he slipped up. His eyes widened into a shocked and terrified look as the giantess above him began to shake her hips side to side.

More droplets rained down into the water below, leaving her free of the excess urine but nonetheless still soaked. Osakabe looked towards the roll of toilet paper as she shook herself dry. She considered it for a moment before shrugging, “Seems like a waste…”

Each word struck Ritsuka like daggers to the heart as he felt Osakabe’s thighs come together when she stood upright. He gagged as he inspected just how unclean his captress had opted to leave herself. He tried his best not to breathe in through his nose but still choked on the pungent, ammonia-smelling air.

He considered for a moment that maybe he could risk the drop, rather than risk further time with Osakabe. However, as he tugged at his binds, he found that the further tangling he had done left him taut against her wet folds. There was no way he was getting out easy. He’d need to wait for Osakabe to bathe, her matted pubic hair was simply too much for him right now. It couldn’t be that long before she bathed, she was already dripping in her own sweat, cum and now urine.

Satisfied with her pee, Osakabe moved back into her bedroom and headed straight for her bed. As she approached, she slid her skirt down her silky thighs. Leaning at the side of her bed, she placed one hand upon for support as she peeled each thigh high sock away from both of her delicate legs.

Ready for her nap and almost completely naked, Osakabe allowed the blanket she had draped over her shoulders to drop down to the floor, unphased by the clutter she was creating in her wake. She sighed, content, as she peeled the blankets away from the mattress and began to climb in.

“Oh!” she called out, stopping herself in her tracks. “I almost forgot!” she continued. Ritsuka, weak and without hope, considered that maybe she meant him, but knew deep down it wasn’t true. Osakabe hunted around on the floor for a moment before finding what she was looking for - a pair of discarded pink panties.

Climbing onto the bed with her panties in hand, she slid them up her legs and pulled them tightly into her crotch. They hugged her lips tightly, even leaving the faint outline of Ritsuka in amongst her growing camel toe. She rubbed her through the silky fabric, serving to mash the stuck Ritsuka deeper into her wet cunt.

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Osakabe to wear panties to bed. She was a horny girl, and often would wake up to her panties completely soaked through. Often she’d go weeks without doing laundry, never mind constantly cleaning her sheets. It wasn’t as if she had company, reusing the same panties for bed allowed her to keep her bed clean and never have to worry about it.

As the fabric pressed Ritsuka tightly into Osakabe’s vagina, it didn’t take him long to notice the state of the panties entrapping him. The gusset was already wet and potent with a salty, feminine odour. Parts of the fabric were crusty and littered with stale, dry pubic hairs. He gagged as he tried to push it away from his body. Squirming, disgusted and terrified, he screamed out “PLEASE OSAKABE, NO!”. The tone of his wail was that of a man screaming for his life, something that would haunt the ears of even the strongest people.

Pulling the blankets over her, Osakabe sighed in contentment. She shut her eyes, ready to nap. She thought back to her time drawing at her kotatsu table and how she had felt. It had left her immensely horny, she bit her lip as her eyes fell down towards where her crotch lay beneath the blankets and thought about it for a moment.

With an almost devious grin, she snaked her hand beneath the sheets and over her slim, toned stomach. As she reached her vagina, she slid her hand over her panties rather than under them. Ritsuka felt the pressure increase on his back as her hand pressed him into her soft, wet folds. Had she opted to slide her hand into this soaking mess, he thought, she may have found him.

However, thinking the pleasure she was feeling was the fabric of her panties and not a tiny man tangled in her pubic hair, Osakabe wanted to feel the soft, silky material between her folds. She sensually began rubbing her moist lips with the vigour typical of such a sexually frustrated woman. She moaned loudly at the ecstasy inducing sensations as Ritsuka felt himself being forced deeper, her vagina gnawing on him and the fabric pushing him deep into it.

Pressing her head deep into her pillow, Osakabe allowed herself to slowly drift off to sleep, all the while idly masturbating through her panties. Ritsuka could do nothing but focus on gasping in whatever air he could. The onslaught of Osakabe’s masturbation was slow but ever present. There were no erratic, intense movements, only a constant painful pressure that left him with much fewer opportunities to breathe than he’d previously had.

Osakabe didn’t seem to be approaching any sort of orgasm as her rubbing became less consistent and the pressure around Ritsuka dropped. Eventually, as her breathing and heart beat slowed, he theorised that she had fallen asleep. He squirmed, the weight of her limp hand still laying across her vagina pinning him down.

It wouldn’t have mattered however, the panties entrapping him were forced too deep into Osakabe. He was unwillingly part of the largest camel toe he had ever seen, still tangled in her thin, wiry pubic hair. Even if he were able to become untangled, he had the vile, tight panties to worry about also. This was going to be one long nap.