The Best Kind of Trapped

((Lewd Chapter Tags: Monster Girl, Size Difference, Hunter/Prey, Abdominal Bulge, Knotting, (Arguably) Furry [Male], (Arguable) Transformation))

Qhila darted off towards an open door that John was fairly certain hadn’t been there five minutes earlier. Behind it lay a spiral staircase leading upward, which she eschewed in favor of just climbing the central pillar.

John rushed after her as quickly as he could, carried forward by the sight of her plump rear in motion and the irresistible scent of heat pheromones and female arousal, of breedable kobold.

On the spiral staircase, Qhila had the upper hand in terms of speed, or at least close enough to it that he failed to catch up to her. It opened into the entrance hall of the mansion in the middle of the floor where there definitely hadn’t been a trapdoor before. Not that John particularly cared at the moment.

Not constrained to an upward spiral motion, John could run much faster, and caught up to his quarry on the steps leading to the upstairs balcony. Qhila yelped when he picked her up, but leaned into his chest when he pinned her against himself with one arm.

His other hand grabbed at her pants, beginning to pull them down a bit before suddenly finding them missing. The disappearance was accompanied by a system message that John didn’t care to read at the moment.

Instead, he hooked a finger into her panties and used the claw to rend the drenched garment that was keeping him from the pleasures of her flesh. Then he unequipped his own legwear, noted vaguely that the cosmetic changes of the mutagens extended to his nethers, and lowered her sodden folds onto his cock.

As usual, scarcely more than his head had entered her before he met resistance: An elastic ring inside her pussy that he would have to pry open to fuck her properly. This wonderfully lewd bit of monster girl physiology existed solely to keep as much of his cum inside her where it belonged as possible.

With his arms pinning her to his chest and her weight pulling her cunt down on his shaft, her short legs were left dangling uselessly in the air. If her moaning had somehow left any doubt about whether she enjoyed this treatment, all he needed to make sure was to look down. Her pupils were dilated with arousal and her upper fangs digging into her lower lip in anticipation of more to come.

This arrangement made walking a difficult task. But the same jolts of pleasure from his cock grinding around inside her with every step made going anywhere in any other way unthinkable.

Slowly, he made his way towards what had presumably been her destination to begin with: the pristine master bedroom they had discovered earlier. With every step, more of her inner gate was conquered, as the ring seal slowly widened and allowed more and more of his cockhead to invade her depths. In sync with that, her moans and groans of pleasure became throatier and wetter from excess saliva. Her body’s way of preparing her mouth and throat for use, should they feel so inclined.

Just as he reached the bedroom door, the seal finally gave out, allowing gravity to impale her on his cock. In an instant, she sunk down to just past the halfway point before coming to a hard stop as his tip impacted her cervix.

The sudden, intense stimulation had stars dancing before John’s sight. On her part, a scream of pleasure and the walls of her pussy spasming around him signalled her first orgasm of the evening.

Unwilling to wait a moment longer, John flattened the fat bottomed kobold against the door, grabbed her by the hips and started thrusting. Each time he pulled out until the back of his head caught on the ring of tightness he had worked open, then hammered it in mercilessly as deep as it could go.

Each time he rammed against her deepest part, it went a little deeper, gradually pushing her womb higher in her torso and stretching her hole to accommodate more of his length. Each thrust caused her orgasmic scream to catch in her throat for a moment, only to return at a slightly higher pitch.

Just as her climax was beginning to wind down, two things happened. One was that his groin finally impacted the cushion of her ass with an audible clap. The other was him hitting his limit and exploding as deep inside the nubile kobold as possible.

That, in turn, set her off again. Redoubled vaginal spasms milked his cock thoroughly while her greedy womb drank every spurt of cum and, if the intensifying scent of lustful pheromones were anything to go by, immediately begged for more.

When their orgasms faded, John was still for a moment, catching his breath. As he did, the legs of the shortstack willingly at the mercy of his desire continued to dangle powerlessly in the air. However, even if John hadn’t been continuously breathing in her lust, this wouldn’t have been enough to satisfy either of them, and the reprieve he gave was brief.

Opening the door he had fucked her against, they entered an opulent bedroom of artfully carved and embroidered furniture in rare woods, silk, velvet, and gold thread.

Directly across from the entrance was a full figure mirror, currently treating John to a front view of Qhila, skewered on his cock. While the bottom of her tunic hung low enough to hide where they were joined, her lust-addled expression with its heavy flush, half-lidded amethyst eyes and tongue lolling past her chin left no doubt as to what was happening. Nor did her widely spread legs.

He bounced the bottom heavy shortie a few times, enjoying the general look of it. Especially how the ripples of her ass impacting his groin when he bottomed out transferred into her thick thighs.

After a few bounces, he got greedy and pulled at her tunic for a moment before it, too, vanished and another notification for him to ignore popped up. This left her wearing only a belt and an open vest, putting their joining on full display, including the strands of gooey wetness drooping from her carnal flower. John hadn’t fully realized until after he had the time with June for comparison, but Qhila’s juices were significantly more viscous than humans’ were.

Being so bared caused her to avert her eyes from the mirror, another type of redness adding to the lustful flush of her cheeks. Yet any worry that there was genuine discomfort behind this bit of bashfulness was dispelled by her wiggling her hips when the bounces paused for a bit too long.

Eagerly, John resumed. The enthralling sight of the bouncing kobold writhing in pleasure was further elevated by a welcome surprise. Each time her buttocks clapped against his groin and his shaft pummeled her cervix, a small but unmistakable bulge appeared on her abdomen.

From her expression, lush desire and a tinge of bashfulness, with half-lidded, averted eyes and a lolling, inhumanly long tongue, across the pleasured writhing of her taut midriff and the small bump that he kept making in it, to the delicious impact ripples that transferred into her delectable thighs and the copious, sticky mess leaking from her snatch, Qhila made for an irresistibly lewd sight.

Along with the delightful sound of her breathy moans, it made a perfect accompaniment to the heavenly friction of her tight, warm, and slippery hole. In unison, it was uplifted to a sublime experience bordering on the spiritual.

Still, that little bump on her abdomen called to him like a siren’s song, urging him to penetrate even deeper. He could, too. Right now, the angle meant he was limited by the cushion of her ass. A change in position would let him pound deeper, and he knew she would enjoy being stretched to accommodate.

It was, ultimately, a choice so easy it was hardly a choice at all. Much as he enjoyed the view of her in the mirror, he enjoyed the signs of her pleasure more. Even from a completely selfish perspective, making it better for her was the winning move.

A few staggering steps brought him to the bed. He lowered her down to lie on her side on the silken sheets, all while taking care not to slide out of her in the process. With one leg folded up towards her stomach and the other extended towards the roof and resting against his chest, this left her as open to impalement as at all possible. At the same time, he could look at her face, her tiny tits, or her big round ass, or play with the latter two, at his leisure.

Without a moment of hesitation, he resumed the pounding, jackhammering her depths with his cock. Soon, the slight bump in her stomach was visible in this position as well, and Qhila was starting to go cross eyed. The depth limit now was set by the mutagen’s “cosmetic” addition of a knot at the base of his dick, and his own hesitation to “use” it as he didn’t really know what to expect there.

He wasn’t going to spend time pondering that for now though, the thing was going to go away when the mutagen effect ended anyway. Instead, he kept his focus on his and Qhila’s shared pleasure, reaching out to tease and lightly pinch one of her verdigris-green nipples.

Her breath caught in her throat at that, while her pussy reacted by clamping down on his member. Sensing a growing tension in her muscles, John knew that she was getting close to another climax, and he was nearing his own limit as well.

Determined to synchronize them, he went for a classic, combined with something based on information in the monster girl book that he hadn’t gotten around to trying yet. He leaned forward, bending her knee into a position that might’ve been uncomfortable for a less flexible woman, while his hand trailed down across her taut midriff from her chest.

Timing it so both happened at the same time and in time with a thrust, he thumbed at her clit and nibbled on the tip of her pointy, elf-like ear. Her body tensed completely for a split second, then as though she’d only now realized that she was in a position with a lot more range of motion, her hips bucked up powerfully to meet his thrust.

Her cunt swallowed his knot in one go. If tight was the proper word for how she felt around his shaft, he lacked the proper vocabulary to describe the velvet vice of hellish pleasure he now found himself in. This outright catapulted him over the edge, blinding him with white lightning while he bathed her cervix in cum.

On Qhila’s part, he had no idea if she had been set off by the attack on her clit and ear tip, his ejaculation, getting knotted, or a mix of the three. Whatever it was, her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, the leg that wasn’t trapped by his body wrapped around his leg as best it could in a futile and unnecessary attempt to leg lock him, her tail whipped about in time with the milking spasms of her inner walls, and her pussy drenched their joined groins in a spray of girlcum.

He lost his sense of time completely as he emptied himself into his nubile kobold friend. When his visual processing started working again, he vaguely felt like he had cum a lot more, for a lot longer, than usual. At the very least, he was more out of breath.

After a few moments to recover said breath, his brain caught up to the whole knot situation. Uncertain of what he should, or even could, do about that, he made a careful attempt to pull out.

The tugging sensation felt strangely nice to start with, but past a certain amount of ****, it took a sharp turn into the unpleasant. Between that and Qhila murmuring a soft protest, he decided that he was going to keep his dick right where his instincts told him it belonged. With a feral growl, he pushed back in again and started on a rhythm of short, deep thrusts.