By the Grace of... Grace: Chapter 3: Grace's Depths

(ok, lets try this again. Let me know if there are any other weird errors. You guys are getting this stuff early and I keep like four docs going for each story so sometimes I grab the wrong one)

Poor Davis is going to get to see the true depths of Grace's depravity. And the true depths of Grace's... depths.

Davis lay trembling on the bedsheets, his heart pounding wildly in his heaving chest. He had shrunk even smaller in the humid confines of Grace's mouth, now a mere inch and a half tall, his body glistening with her saliva. He gazed up at the towering figure looming over him, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and awe.

Grace stood over him, her naked body a statue of power and perfection. Her mocha skin seemed to glow in the soft light of the hotel room, and her curves were a testament to her feminine prowess. She had undone her hair, letting her brown curls cascade down her back in loose waves, a stark contrast to the tight bun she had worn earlier.

As Davis lay there, he couldn't help but notice the sheer size difference between them. He was no taller than her vulva now, the glistening folds quivering before him like a fleshy curtain. The sight it concealed could very well be his last. He could see every detail of her most intimate areas, from the hint of her clit peeking out from beneath its hood to the tight, puckered entrance of her anus. The scent of her arousal filled the air, musky and intoxicating, threatening to overwhelm his senses.

Grace's eyes flicked down to where Davis lay, a wicked glint in their dark depths. She smirked, her plump lips curling into a grin that sent shivers down Davis's spine. She slowly brought her hand down, her fingertips brushing against his chest, lifting him up off the bedsheets.

"You're even smaller than I thought," she purred, her voice a low, sensual rumble that seemed to resonate through her entire body. "I wonder how much smaller I can make you? How tiny can you get before you're nothing more than a speck of dust beneath my feet?"

Davis trembled in her grasp, feeling his body shrink even further at the thought of being reduced to nothingness, a tiny mote of nothingness beneath this woman's feet. He was 1.2 inches tall now, smaller than her thumb, and completely at her mercy.

Grace brought him closer to her body, until he was a scant few inches from her quivering vulva. The heat radiating from her core was intense, and Davis could feel the slick, dewy moisture beginning to coat his own naked skin. She dragged him along her slit, the soft, pliant flesh parting around his tiny body as if welcoming him inside. She could feel the heat of her arousal growing more intense, the slick moisture coating his skin and dripping down to the sheets below.

"Mmm, I wonder what it would feel like to have something so small and scared inside me. I wonder how long I’d even feel you trembling," Grace mused aloud, her voice a husky whisper. She brought Davis to the entrance of her dripping sex, the tight, lips quivering with anticipation.

With a wicked grin, Grace slowly pushed Davis into her, the gripping, plying walls of her vagina engulfing him like a fleshy, pulsating vise. She could barely feel his diminishing body as she slowly pulled him deeper and deeper into her hot, slick depths. The power alone was enough to drive her over the edge. Davis's heart raced as he was swallowed whole, the darkness and heat overwhelming his senses.

Grace's eyes fluttered closed in bliss as she savored the sensation of Davis's tiny, wriggling body squirming inside her. She could feel him shrinking even further, his body compressing under the incredible pressure and tightness of her walls. He was now just an inch tall, he’d be approaching the size of her clit before too long, she thought as it peeked out from beneath its hood at the ministrations of her fingers.

"That's it, little man," Grace purred, her voice echoing through her own body. "Shrink for me. Become nothing more than a tiny, helpless toy for me to use as I please. Your very life is for my pleasure!"

She began to grind her hips, rubbing her clit against the bedsheets as she slowly fucked herself with Davis's minuscule body. The sensation of his tiny form moving inside her, squirming and struggling against the slick walls of her sex, sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing and tightening around her tiny, trapped plaything.

Grace's moans grew louder, more wanton, as she chased her pleasure. She was close, so close to the edge, and she knew that when she came, Davis would be caught in the center of it all, drowning in her juices as she used him like a living, breathing sex toy. The thought alone sent her over the edge, and she cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing with the force of her climax.

Davis found himself engulfed in a swirling vortex of slick, undulating flesh as Grace's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. The walls of her pussy clamped down around him, squeezing and rippling with a force that threatened to crush him with each contraction and clench. He could feel every contour, every ridge and fold of her inner walls as they massaged and caressed his skin with the love and tenderness of a meat grinder, the textured surface working him over and sending shockwaves of unwanted pleasure and pain through his being. He was terrified, but the heady musk of her arousal triggered something deep inside of him as he was tossed about in this erotic maelstrom. 

The heat was unbearable, like being trapped inside a furnace set to the highest setting. Davis's skin glistened with the slick, scalding juices that coated every inch of his body, the moisture dripping down to pool at the base of his spine. The air grew thick and heavy, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe as the walls around him pulsed and throbbed with Grace's rapidly escalating arousal.

As her climax intensified, Davis could feel himself shrinking even further, his body practically compressing under the incredible pressure. The sounds of Grace's pleasure echoed all around him, her moans and cries of ecstasy vibrating through the tight, fleshy walls that imprisoned him. The sensation of being caught in the center of such an intense, intimate experience was overwhelming, and Davis felt his mind beginning to haze over as the lack of oxygen and the sheer overwhelming nature of the moment took its toll as the might of her orgasm rolled through them both.

Grace's juices gushed around him, flooding the tight, squeezing channel of her pussy and threatening to drown him in the flood of her release. Davis gasped and sputtered, arms flailing, legs kicking, trying desperately to keep his head above the rising tide of slick, viscous liquid. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, the musky, heady aroma threatening to make him pass out from the sheer intensity of it all.

As the waves of Grace's orgasm finally began to subside, Davis found himself trapped, suspended in the dripping, twitching walls of her sex. He had no idea how he could get out. That problem was soon resolved as the thick, heavy walls of her pussy spread with a sickening peeling sound. He looked up to see her long, brown finger, with its perfectly manicured nail, trying to fish him out of herself. Eventually her nail managed to snag him. He was very deep inside of her. She dragged him out and scooped his body and much of her juices into her waiting palm. He didn't have a chance to adjust to the cool air before she raised him up to her much larger face and began greedily licking her juices off of his body. He was worried she’d swallow him as she lapped and sucked him clean of the sticky fluids. She finally pulled away, looked at him and giggled.

"You're so small. Probably not even three quarters of an inch tall," She practically panted, her face glistening with sweat. "Looks like we had quite a work out. Honestly, I didn't expect you to survive all that. Now I'm not sure what to do with you..."

She lay down on her stomach and idly fiddled with him in her hand, her fingers batting him around like a tiny toy. Each finger was as thick as he was tall at this point.

"What to do... what to do... Oh, I know!" An evil grin crossed her youthful face, her cute, slightly upturned nose twitching as she grinned and her brow cocked and furrowed in a mischievous, playful manner. "I want you to climb my ass. It's got to be the size of a large hill to you. Let's make it a mountain, little guy! Sound good?"