Ogress x Trap

The ogress lumbered through the midnight forest, her presence heralded by the sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling underfoot. Olya had left the camp as quietly as she could, desperate not to wake up the rest of the party or her precious cargo, and had broken into a jog when she thought that she was far away enough for her heavy footfalls not to wake them. The ogress stared down at the bundle cradled in her arms and held tight to her chest, and drank in the sight of little Alexi's peaceful, sleeping face poking out from the bed rolls and furs she had swaddled him in.

The ogress knew that they should never have brought the boy with them. He wasn't a brave hero or a sturdy adventurer. He was a pretty, precious pet that needed someone to dote on and look after him. The party had found him apprenticed to an apothecary in a city they had passed through, and they had decided to take him with them in case his herblore was ever needed, and in case his slender frame ever proved useful in worming into places. A few coins had silenced any complaints Alexi's former mistress had, and the boy himself seemed dazzled and enthralled by the rugged explorers wishing to spirit him away with them. In Olya's opinion, it had become apparent almost immediately that Alexi was not fit for the business, but none of them listened to her concerns, nor her pleas that they might leave the boy somewhere safe whenever they approached a city or town. She had become increasingly affectionate to and protective of the boy as their time together went on, believing that she was the only one who had his best interests at heart.

During the day, Olya had finally decided to take him away from the rest of their party. As the group of adventurers trekked through the woodlands, little Alexi stumbled and tripped, exhausted and unable to keep up. It was not the first time the sweet little thing had struggled to keep pace with the rest of them, but today seemed particularly bad. The ogress could see that Alexi was barely conscious as she scooped him up into her arms and carried him until they reached a good spot to set up camp. She would have carried him all the time, but the rest of the party said that it would make the boy even more unfit than he already was, and their nasty words made Alexi self-conscious to the point that he sometimes refused to let Olya touch him. Alexi was small, even for his age, a pale and petite city boy with wide, innocent eyes and soft black hair. Adventuring had not been kind to him: the lack of good meals and exhausting hikes had seen him become even skinnier, and he'd gone so long without a hair cut that he was starting to look like a girl. He was insignificant compared to Olya. The ogress was broad, her figure full, strong and visibly muscular, though a soft layer of chub kept her features smooth, rounded and womanly. Stood next to each other, Alexi just about came up to her hips. Whenever Olya carried him, he felt as light as a feather. Knowing that Alexi would waste away if she didn't save him from the party's neglect, she promised to herself that tonight would be the night she whisked him away and kept him safe with her. They had left a small village only a few days ago. They could go back there until Olya could think of something more permanent for the two of them.

Lost in her thoughts of Alexi and whatever future she might be able to make for the two of them, Olya stumbled head on into a solid thicket of low hanging branches and tangled undergrowth. She yelled out as the gnarled limbs of the forest sent her tumbling down, all around her branches snapping and cracking, and leaves and boughs whipping and whispering. In her flailing fall, the snugly wrapped up Alexi fell from her arms, and she wailed in terror as he hit the ground. The ogress scrabbled over to him, heart beating in her chest. How could she forgive herself if she had hurt him? She reached him, and rolled him over. Dappled moonlight shone through the canopy and onto the boy's pale face, and Olya could see that the fall had woken him. But to Olya's great relief, he seemed unharmed. The cocoon Olya had assembled around her precious boy had cushioned his fall, and it was now shifting and coming looser as Alexi wriggled about inside of it.

“Oh, Alexi, Alexi!” gasped Olya, pulling the boy against her chest once again. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

“Olya?” moaned Alexi, soft voice tinged with tiredness and confusion. “What's... what's going on? Where are we?”

“Shush, now,” cooed Olya. She moved to sit cross legged on the forest floor, Alexi in her lap, her own cheek resting on top of his head. “I'm taking you somewhere safe, Alexi. Taking you far away.”

“Taking?”

“Yes, just you and me.” She rubbed her head against his, and squeezed him gently. “I'll take you somewhere, just the two of us, and I'll take such good care of you, and-” She was cut off by the sound of Alexi whimpering. She looked down at him, and her chest lurched as she saw him staring back at up her, horrified.

“You're kidnapping me,” he said, voice trembling.

“No, no, Alexi, that's not it. I'm just keeping you safe, is all.”

“No, Olya!” And Alexi began to struggle, squirming and wriggling, though his movements were greatly limited both by the ogress's embrace and his swaddling. “Let go! Let go!”

“No, Alexi, stop that now!” Olya's voice was tinged with pain and panic. Didn't her little one understand that she'd never abduct him for some sinister purpose? That she was rescuing him? “You stop that wriggling. You calm down now,” she insisted. Even without his wrappings, Alexi wouldn't have been able to get away from her. A fully grown human could barely budge an ogress, and in his weakened state Alexi's struggles were like the twitches and fluttering of a little baby bird.

“You're crazy!” Alexi squealed. “Please, Olya, let go! Take me back!”

But the ogress just clung on tighter. The more Alexi wriggled, and the more he shouted at her, the tighter Olya had to hold him. It was a pitiful attempt to calm him down, to offer him some comfort. Eventually she squeezed so tight that Alexi let out a strangled squeak of pain, and immediately Olya's grip loosened.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry!” she wailed again as the boy slid from her arms. Partially freed from the warm, furry bundle around him, Alexi began to drag himself away from Olya, pulling himself across her thick, muscled legs and onto the forest floor. He was besides himself with fear now, gasping and crying, tears running down his face. Olya felt like her heart was about to be torn out of her chest. She'd made Alexi cry. She'd made the most precious person in the whole world cry. Tears started to run down her cheeks too.

The ogress lurched forwards, until she was poised on all fours above Alexi, casting him into shadow as her green-gray body was outlined by the moonlight. She was barely clothed: most of the furs she had wrapped Alexi in were those which she usually wore, and all she had left were those tied and hung over her most intimate parts. But for Alexi, she would bare herself completely. “I love you, Alexi,” she choked, her tears dripping onto Alexi as he continued to struggle beneath her. “Please don't run away.” Some mixture of his fur wrappings, his tiredness and the weakness inflicted on him by their travelling had reduced Alexi's movements to a slow, pathetic crawl, and whenever he tried to get up he simply fell over, unable to support himself. “I love you so much.” She placed a hand on the wriggling boy, and rolled him over, so that she could see his beautiful face. Their tears mingled as hers dripped onto his cheeks. Alexi stared at her, a new wave of fear having reduced his terrified shrieks to soft sobs and chokes. Olya reached to her chest, and tore the fur wrapping around her chest away. Her huge, heavy breasts swung free, each one easily larger than Alexi's head.

“I'm here for you,” she whimpered, “I'll calm you. I'll take care of you.” And she took his head in one hand, then lowered herself, ever so gently, down onto him. The ogress entwined her fingers in Alexi's soft, glossy hair, and pressed his face into her breast. He let out one last terrified squeak, and was then muted as a thick, puffy nipple was forced into his mouth. Olya didn't let the strength go out of her limbs completely: she dared not put her entire weight on top of her baby. Still though, she pressed down firmly on top of him, blanketing his petite figure in her warmth and softness. She would cuddle him, and nurse him like he was her own child until he had calmed down. She could feel Alexi's lips trembling on her large areolae, and could feel him sucking hard at her nipple. The ogress cooed, and pressed his face harder against her bosom.

Olya was becoming more relaxed. Her own tears stopped flowing. This was all she needed in the world. Little Alexi, cuddled up against her, taking comfort from her. She felt him sucking at her breast again, almost desperately, and she gasped softly when she felt his teeth worrying her nipple, but her skin was soft, thick and rubbery, and tiny Alexi too weak to hurt her at all with his little nips and bites. Alexi was calming down too! His worried wriggling beneath her was lessening, his sucking at her nipple becoming less desperate. She stayed on top of him, nursing him, just to make sure he was completely calmed down. When a series of little trembles started to course through Alexi's body, Olya lifted herself off of him, thinking that he had started to shiver and cry again. The heavy globe of her breast lifted from his face, a string of saliva connecting her nipple to his mouth. The ogress beamed: she had managed to comfort him! Little Alexi's face was still wet with tears, but he looked practically half-asleep, eyes half-closed once more. When her breast had lifted from his face, he started to take deep, shuddering breaths. That deep, slow breathing just showed how relaxed he was, and the trembling quality to it was to be expected: he still a little upset and shaken, after all.

“Was that nice, Alexi?” Olya shuffled back a little bit, so that Alexi's face was beneath her own, rather than beneath her chest. She kept her hand under his head, stroking his hair and petting him. “I'm so sorry for scaring you. I'd never scare you on purpose. You're safe with me.” The ogress beamed at the girly boy, and he looked back at her, his eyes a little unfocused and his expression dazed. All that crying had clearly tired him right out again. “Aren't you just the sweetest little thing?” Olya chirped and kissed him on the cheek. She had never kissed him before. His soft skin felt good underneath her lips. She did it again, pecking him on the forehead, and then again on the other cheek. Kissing Alexi felt very good.

Alexi opened his mouth as if to say something. But, no words came from his mouth, merely another whimper, and a fresh wave of tears. Olya wiped them away with a finger, and smiled kindly at him. His pert little lips remained parted as he mouthed words silently. The ogress could see his tongue, moving about weakly. She brought her face to his again, and spread her mouth wide, and kissed him. So great was their difference in size that her mouth swallowed his nose, as well as his lips and chin. Olya's wet tongue roamed over the portion of little Alexi's face captured by her kiss, before forcing its way between the little boy's lips and filling his mouth completely. The boy wretched weakly as Olya's slimy tongue actually reached the back of his throat, and there wriggled about. Olya wanted to feel him, and to taste him. After a few moments she broke the kiss, her lips parting from Alexi's face with a wet, slurping 'pop.' The boy's lower face was soaked with Olya's drool, and as he wheezed and coughed more of it bubbled back out of his mouth and nose. The ogress stared at the slimy, sickening sight, enthralled. Her precious little Alexi had drunk and breathed in her saliva when she was kissing him. The idea of a part of her being taken so utterly into him was so wonderful.