[EARLY ACCESS] Shrunken on the Celsius - Chapter 22

The next evening found Yuna indulging in her newfound secret pleasure once again. It was becoming a regular habit of hers, whenever she was alone with you.

The routine was becoming familiar, a tantalizing game she played every night. She had you trapped between her crotch and the sheets, grinding away with deliberate, slow movements. For you, the experience was overwhelming, an intense barrage of sensations that left you breathless and disoriented. It actually hurt, a lot, as was to be expected when you were stuck beneath a literal giant.

The heat was stifling, the scent of her arousal thick in the air around you. The slickness of her folds pressed against you from all sides, every inch of your tiny body enveloped in her warmth. The sheets, damp from her sweat and arousal, were rough against your skin, abrasive. Her grinding movements were slow and rhythmic, each shift of her hips sending waves of pressure through you, making it difficult to catch your breath. Whenever you did breath, all you could smell was her and how turned on she was getting.

Your world was reduced to the constant, smothering presence of her body. The sounds of her pleasure were muffled but unmistakable, each soft moan and sigh reverberating through you like a physical force. You could feel her heartbeat, a steady, powerful thump that added to the symphony of sensations around you. The friction of her grinding movements created a relentless pressure, squeezing you from all sides and leaving you gasping for air.

Just as you felt you might be completely overwhelmed, the door to the room suddenly opened. Panic surged through Yuna, and she quickly shifted her body, pressing you into the crack of her backside to hide you from view. The sudden change in position was disorienting, the new environment even tighter and hotter than before. You were now trapped between her smooth, firm cheeks, the pressure even more intense than it had been between her thighs and the sheets.

From your new vantage point, you could hear the muffled voices more clearly. Paine had entered the room, her tone suspicious and probing.

"Yuna, what’s going on? You've been acting strange these past few days. You’re always flustered, always... distracted."

She had her suspicions, even if she hadn’t voiced them yet. She could have a guess at what was maybe happening here…

Yuna's voice, though steady, carried a hint of nervousness. "Oh, it's nothing, Paine!"

Paine's footsteps approached, each one causing subtle shifts in the pressure around you. You could feel Yuna tensing, her muscles tightening in an effort to keep you hidden. The heat was oppressive, the lack of air making it difficult to breathe. The smell of her sweat was overpowering, mingling with the scent of her perfume. At least she took good care of herself but there was no proper way to fully mask that underlying aroma that naturally lingered in a sweaty crevice like this…

"I don’t believe you," Paine said bluntly. "You’re hiding something."

Yuna laughed nervously, shifting slightly to maintain her composure. Each movement sent fresh waves of pressure through your tiny form, making it even harder to stay still. You were acutely aware of every sensation, the smoothness of her skin, the relentless pressure, the overwhelming heat.

"Paine, please," Yuna said, her voice a mix of pleading and frustration. "I promise, it's nothing. Just... give me some space. I’m…you know...having some time to myself…”

There was a long pause, during which you could feel Paine’s scrutiny, her suspicion hanging heavy in the air. Finally, she sighed, her footsteps retreating.

"Fine. But I’m keeping an eye on you," she said, her voice fading as she left the room.

Yuna waited until the door had closed behind Paine before releasing a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She shifted again, freeing you from the tight confines of her backside. She lay back on the bed, her body still trembling from the close call. You were pulled out, gasping for breath, your body slick with sweat and her moisture.

"That was too close," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of relief and lingering excitement. "But you’re not getting away that easily."

Without giving you much time to recover, she moved you back to her original position, pressing you once again between her crotch and the sheets. The grinding resumed, each movement a reminder of her control over you, her dominance absolute. Yuna only got wetter and wetter as it dragged on and on for as long as she wanted it to. 

As the intense night stretched longer and longer, the friction and pressure from Yuna's grinding movements began to push you to the edge of your endurance. Finally, she relented, pulling you out from between her thighs and holding you in her palm. You were gasping for breath, your tiny body slick with sweat and the remnants of her arousal. Every muscle ached, your skin felt raw, and your heart pounded in your chest.

"Y-Yuna," you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with exhaustion and fear. "Please, don't ever let Paine find me again. She might actually end up killing me."

Yuna's playful demeanor faltered for a moment, a flicker of guilt passing over her features. She bit her lip, her eyes softening as she gazed down at your tiny, vulnerable form. For a moment, you saw a hint of the sweet, caring Yuna you knew, reflected in those heterochromatic eyes. The Yuna who would never want to hurt you.

"I promise," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I won't let Paine find you. I don't want you to die for real. I'm just... trying to have some fun."

She gently cradled you in her hand, her touch surprisingly tender after the intense ordeal. The cool night air was a welcome relief against your overheated skin, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to steady yourself.

"I know it's intense," she continued, her tone more serious now. "But I would never let anything happen to you. I promise."

You nodded weakly, still trying to process everything that had happened. Yuna's fingers stroked your hair gently, a small, comforting gesture that made you feel slightly more at ease.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," she murmured, her eyes filled with a mix of regret and determination. "I'll be more careful. I don't want to hurt you, just... to enjoy our time together."

Her words, though comforting, still carried an undertone of her possessive desire. You knew that while she might be more cautious, her need to dominate and control you wouldn't disappear. But at least for now, you felt a small measure of relief, knowing she didn't want you to come to any real harm.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I just... I don't want to die, Yuna."

She nodded, her expression solemn. "I understand. And I won't let that happen. Just trust me, okay?"

As she gently placed you on the pillow, and laid down beside you, gazing at you for a while, you exhaled slowly, trying to calm yourself down.

Keeping you close to her, but no longer pressing you against her body, she allowed you to actually rest. She seemed lost in thought for a moment, her eyes distant as she stared up at the ceiling. Then, she turned her gaze back to you, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Goodnight, my little secret," she whispered, her voice filled with a tender possessiveness. "Sleep well."