Chaldea Tales - Chapter Four | Commission: Grimahr

Ritsuka thrashed wildly whilst inside the vagina of Mordred. How had he managed to get himself stuck inside someone more than once in one day? He prayed she’d let him out sooner rather than later. Although, given his current luck, he had his doubts.

Her dank cavern slickened with each massaging step she took, drenching Ritsuka to the extent he feared he may drown. He could hear the quiet, low moans reverberating through her petite frame as she walked, clearly enjoying his movement. In response to this, Ritsuka remained totally still in hopes that the conditions in this burning hell might improve even the tiniest bit.

Mordred shakily made her way into the briefing room, trying to ignore the tiny person inside of her. She could feel her sopping vagina eating her panties hungrily as it pulsated, begging for anything phallic. Making her way over to Da Vinci, they greeted each other and Da Vinci gave a brief meeting to the group that would be headed out. Mordred said her goodbyes to Da Vinci and they were soon on their way.

It didn’t take long for Mordred and the rest of her group to arrive at their destination - Fuyuki. They were going to be evil bone collecting and it was going to get HOT. 

As Mordred began the strenuous activity of farming materials and items in the fiery lands of Fuyuki had to offer, she could already see the rivers of sweat dripping off of her; it pooled around the small of her back and down into her crack, among other places.

Continuing to dig around the area in search of goods and constantly bending over to pick them up, Mordred felt Ritsuka’s tiny body sliding deep inside of her as his body inadvertently stroked her insides. She struggled to stifle the moans of pleasure escaping her.

Ritsuka continued thrashing, praying he’d find her hole soon. He was soaked beyond belief so knew he’d have no problem in getting out when he found it. The insides of Mordred were like nothing he had ever experienced - an intoxicating, scolding, claustrophobic cavern constantly pressing down on him on all sides.

The elasticated, rubbery flesh seemed to give way slightly as he continued to burrow his way through the labyrinth of climax-inducing nerve endings. Light began to flood into his eyes as he continued pushing and Mordred’s dripping vaginal lips opened to allow him to pass. Focusing on her farming, Mordred didn’t even notice Ritsuka fall into the front of her panties, she was just happy he had stopped crawling around so much. 

Gasping, Ritsuka lay in a heap in Mordred’s soggy panties just below her monolithic vagina. As they clung to her stubble covered lips, he didn’t have a whole lot of space to move. Feeling more than uncomfortable, Mordred hiked her skirt up for a moment to adjust her panties into a less twisted position.

As she did this, Ritsuka was sent tumbling down the fabric slide past her taint and back to a part of the female body that he was ashamed to say he was too acquainted with. The odour within the sweat-covered, unclean, swamp-like ass crack of Mordred was worse than Mash’s actual excrement, this was a hell he would never wish on anyone. The intense physical activity acted as the perfect catalyst for increasing the foul smell emanating from her already-stinking crack, and Ritsuka found himself being dragged into it as she adjusted her panties further.

Mordred had no idea of her captives location between her cheeks, or else she may have put him back from whence he had come. He cried out for help and tried to thrash as he had done before, however the pressure around him from Mordred’s tight ass restrained him easily. 

Mordred did feel a little bad for Ritsuka, she couldn’t keep him inside of her for too long. He didn’t have to worry, she thought, as she’d be done relatively soon and can get him out. Upon that thought, a sharp twang bolted across her stomach and moved around to her rear. Each movement only served to increase the pain, it had come out of nowhere. She really should’ve had a poop before coming here but had gotten a little sidetracked.

Ritsuka heard a thunderous roar through Mordred’s body, where was she? He prayed she was safe, he did not want to be in between her cheeks at all, never mind during a mission. The roar repeated, this time louder; followed by a faint vibration increasing as if getting closer and closer to him.

Suddenly Mordred’s asshole flared open and a squelching fart sprayed faecal matter all across the front Ritsuka. He vomited in response, but it was merely a drop in the ocean of shit. Twisting her neck and pulling her panties and skirt waistbands outwards, Mordred looked back into her panties and saw they were totally clean. “Thank God for that! It really felt like I’d ruin another pair”, Mordred spoke aloud to herself.

Allowing her panties and skirt waistbands to slap back against her, she peered down at where her panties were situated under her skirt and spoke down to them, “Lucky you’re not in my ass right now, Ritsuka! Not long now, I promise”. She was being genuine, he had learned his lesson and she planned to get him out of her vagina as soon as she was done.

Ritsuka was in hell, the stench was beyond belief. He could his skin absorbing her toxic waste, leaving a vile odour that he’d surely never wash away. His eyes burned, his skin burned. He could feel the sweat from all across Mordred’s back dripping down onto him, after having been filtered by her filth ridden asscrack.

Suddenly, the twang of pain returned except this time Mordred knew it was risky as to whether it would just be a fart. Reaching behind her with a single finger, she pressed the outside of her panties deep into her shit ridden crack until it met her asshole. Pushing a little harder, she felt the fabric enter her hole and, satisfied, pulled her finger back out. “That should hold it a little” she said simply, feeling a huge mass of panty being gnawed on by her pucker. Her huge mass of shit lay just beyond her hole, she had accepted that she may have to sacrifice these panties in order to not mess herself in public.

Ritsuka screamed out as her finger met the back of his head and forced him beyond her sphincter, her panties followed him closely into the very depths of her shit covered crack. The pressure around his skull was immense, the temperature was so much worse than her vagina had been and the smell was nightmare inducing.

As the pressure inside of her rectum increased as Mordred’s body digested more of her food, Ritsuka could feel the huge mass of shit approaching his face. In no time, it reached him completely and he felt it slowly engulfing his disembodied head. His head sank into the brown, sticky mess easily and filled his nose and mouth every time he tried to breathe. 

Spitting the vile concoction out of his mouth, Ritsuka focused on jerking his neck every so often in order to burrow a small breathing hole around his face. It was the most vile, wretched air he had ever had the displeasure of breathing. However, it was air.

Mordred’s farming had led her to a darker, quieter section of Fuyuki. This was her last port of call before heading back to Chaldea. As she dug around for things of value, a derelict building barely metres in front of her collapsed. The debris scattered around the falling building, throwing her into the air backwards from the force of the fall.

She gasped in pain as she hit the floor with a powerful thud. Rubbing her head in a daze as she lay on her back from the fall, Mordred shakily climbed to her feet. Looking at the rubble around her, she thanked her lucky stars that she had got out of that relatively unscathed. Deciding that she’d had enough, she headed back towards their rendezvous point.

As Mordred had hit the floor with a bone crunching thud, Ritsuka was propelled deep into her rectum. He felt his body weaving past the huge mass of sludge as the hard floor at his feet drove him as deep as he could go. As her body came to a stop, he felt her asshole close over his feet - leaving him entombed deep with the source of the faecal spray he had been face to face with just prior.

Mordred had absolutely no idea where Ritsuka was, she still thought he was in her vagina. At least outside of her cheeks he had a chance of being found. However, now his presence was easily mistaken as the huge pile of shit being amassed inside of her bowels. If his experience with Mash was anything to go by, being found from this position was going to be near impossible. He prayed Mordred would figure it out.

Whilst in the relative privacy of being far away from their rendezvous point, Mordred lifted her skirt up and pulled the front of her panties open. Peering down into them, she immodestly reached down and dug her slender fingers into her moist vagina. She shivered slightly at the pleasure.

Digging around as deep as she could go, she was shocked to find that Ritsuka was nowhere to be found. Come to think of it, she couldn’t exactly feel him in there now. Had he fallen out somewhere? She looked around her immediate vicinity before realising it would be like finding a needle in a haystack.

Perhaps when people realised Ritsuka was missing, she could suggest coming here to look. However, for now she’d have to pretend all was okay. She did not want to be in the firing line for being the reason he went missing. Little did she know, he was closer to her than he could have ever wished to be.

Continuing to walk back to the rendezvous point, she saw ahead the rest of her group waiting to get back to Chaldea. They all looked at her in shock as she walked back, covered in dust. Brushing some of it off of her, they all questioned what had happened. Laughing, Mordred simply replied, “Don’t go near the derelict buildings!” and smiled. They watched as her dust covered skirt flared slightly over her ass as she walked, concealing the shit filled ass that unknowingly contained a master against his will.