Your girlfriend is a halfling.
You may wonder what that means, and because of that, you have asked her plenty of times what it could mean. She says it is just a blanket term she uses to describe the heterogenous mixture of blood running through her veins. You don't know why how that could be, but every time she has tried to tell you, you always get so lost in the lore that thinking about it feels fuzzy.
What you do know, is that all the different kinds of beings that make her up carry their own physiology. And one you are really familiar with...is honestly physiology.
This is the story of when you wanted to get some things through TSA...
It was the winter time, and you and your girlfriend decided a good place to go to would be quite literally anywhere warmer. Besides, you could use a calm trip after laying eggs and losing half your blood. Neither of these can happen via sunbathing on a beach. Everything was set in stone, and ready, however there was one problem...
"The airline we're using doesn't allow more than one carry-on," your girlfriend said, checking the rules of flying one more time while you double-checked all the toiletries. She had on a full body coat today, demanded by the blood that was showing up within her today. She also only had one bag, big enough to keep enough clothes for a week. You knew she was going to be sharing yours, anyways.
However, you had two bags. One which you weren't sure would fit within the airliner's limits. You turned the bag around, mentally fumbling with how you were going to get this past boarding.
"Pssst," she said, coming up next to you. "I just got an idea!" You looked at her smile, wondering what she could be cooking up in her head. There weren't many ways through passing another bag, but you were all ears. You leaned an ear in, listening in as she explained her plan. With each phrase, your eyes went wider. You knew her body could do it, but you never imagined it would never get to this point. You asked her if it would be uncomfortable on the plane if you two tried the idea, but she shook her head.
The next day, both of you arrived at the airport gate. You had dressed comfortably for the warm weather, wearing shorts and a t-shirt you didn't mind sitting for hours in. She still had the full coat on, nervously looking on at the machines as the TSA line advanced. Held her hand, reassuring her that she would be fine. The plan could not fail right?
"You did make sure there was nothing metal inside, right?" She said, looking at all the bags. You told her you would be surprised if one slipped through both sets of eyes. "You're right, you're right," she said as the line finally ended. A quick showing of their ids, and you were at the last hurdle. No time for worrying now, turning here would tip off too many people, and one of them might actually care enough to check you both.
You two do all the normal things and send your bins on through the machine. Once done, it was your turn to go through the body scanner. You walk in, glancing at the computer screen that showed every carry-on that went through the line. You held your breath as you saw what you believed to be your set of bags go through, relaxing when nothing seemed to come up from it.
"You're good," said the person watching the results of your body screen. You nod and move on in higher spirits as you went to put your things back on. All seemed to go well! All that was left was for your girlfriend to walk through the scanner and-
WHIIRRRR WOOOOO WHIIRRRR WOOOOO.
You snap your head around, seeing that she had tripped off the alarm. She gave you a worried look, but you just nodded. This has to work, there is no way they would find out.
You did your best to ignore the process while they patted her down. Any more eye contact and you two looking might get sent to a questioning room. You just silently packed your things until you felt a cool tap on your shoulder.
"Done!" She said. "It worked," she then whispered. You smile, holding out your hand and asking for some food. She reached under her coat and pulled out a full styrofoam food box, seemingly out of thin air. You knew there was at least someone looking, trying to piece together how she could have done that in confusion. Honestly, that only made the feeling a whole lot better.
The rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. A quick flight and taxi to the resort hotel, and you two were officially in paradise for the next two weeks. After unpacking (only to throw everything onto the second bed anyways) you then turned to your girlfriend, who had also finished dumping her clothes down. However, she seemed off ketter, panting as she sat on the bed. You asked her how she was holding up, and she looked up you with a strained expression. "That airplane flight...was jostling every inside..." she said, her head drooping. "This might have been a stretch to try..." You sit beside her, saying she was free to let everything go if she needed to.
"You're right," she says, holding her hand as she began to fully undo her coat. You watch as it fell harmlessly behind her on the bed, seeing the large, goopy division that went straight down the middle of her torso. She relaxed as her entire front began to open, skin tuliping away to reveal a hollow but lively inside, complete with ridges of flesh that squirmed around like tightly packed worms. She was filled to the brim with even more clothes. Enough, in fact, to bypass a certain carry-on limit from an airliner.
"Hurry," she said, blushing. "Before..."
You nod, moving in front of her and reaching in. You could feel your hand stick to her insides, her walls clinging onto you like velcro on a shoe. It made so many slippery sounds that you got nervous you were going to hit something you shouldn't, but she reminded you that iron maidens didn't have any soft but important tissues.
Other than a few wet clothes, she was completely hollow.
After around 10 minutes, you were almost done. The last sock had slipped down to the inside of her pelvis region. You leaned in further, determined to reach it. More of your arm slipping in past her surface and deeper into her body. She suddenly moaned, causing you to immediately stop and look up worried. She wasn't in pain, but she did have her lips on her thumb, her gaze looking longingly out towards the windows. "You just hit a sensitive spot...it's, mmm, okay..." she said, her pupils shifting to stare directly into yours. "Keep going~"
You gulp, finding yourself blushing as well. But you couldn't blush, you had to stay focused. That sock was the important thing. You told yourself that over and over, soon finding your arm inside of her past your elbow. It was as if with each inch you pushed, the sock would just creep further away, embedding itself deeper into her insides. You could actually hear fluids gushing against your skin as you dug around, and another moan from right above your ear.
"It's...right there, ri-ooooo, right RIGHT THERE!" She suddenly bellowed, grabbing onto your shoulders and gripping hard enough for you to feel her nails press into your own skin. "Oh god, I'm so sorry you had to go so deep. How did it even get down into my legs?"
Hearing that question out loud made you pause. You refocused your eyes on her body, seeing where your arm had actually gone. Without you realizing, you had snaked down the inside of her torso and had gone into her leg. You could actually see your wrist bulge out her calf a bit, and the little bump where the sock stubbornly stayed. You pushed on, hearing her coo and moan unable to help herself. She constantly patted and rubbed your head, whisper-moaning sweet nothings into your ear the closer you got. "Yeah, now grab it sweetie..." she groaned, biting her lip when you finally latched on. "Mmph, fuck we got it!"
Wooooo!
Although, now it was time for the journey back. Hopefully before either of you two got too horny to continue on. All the sounds had made your own cock strain for its life, already beading pre into your shorts and boxers. Just a few more moments of maneuvering, and you two can cuddlefuck all that you wanted. Although, it is much easier to pull an arm out than to push it in. And you did already have the sock strongly secured. You wondered...
"What. Are you. About to do?" You heard your girlfriend ask. She knew you too well. The gears were already going off in your brain, especially since you had suddenly paused. "Please, whatever you are about to try...I know I am really slippery, but I can feel everything right now [y/n] every ridge inside me, you have to understand, so don't do anything to dra-AHHHHHHH!" In an instant, you yanked your arm out, flinging huge droplets of her inside lubricant with it. The sock was completely soaked, coated in her mucus lining and scented heavily of her. You dropped it down into the floor, watching her hold herself as she came on the bed. "AHHH! AAAIIIII! [y/n, YOU FUCKING-MMMPH!" She could barely reprimand you, stuck waiting out the sudden wave of pleasure. Smartly, you took the time to escape, grabbing a change of clothes and your portable charger before she could trap you for revenge.
You went out and had yourself some fun exploring the area. You drove around in the rental car, snapping lots of pictures and seeing all the cool spots. However, you couldn't shake the feeling you were being tailed after the first spot. You weren't sure how, but you wouldn't put it out of your mind that your girlfriend could catch up with you. Who knows what forms she could be using right now to be right on your tail?
Soon though, you knew it was almost time for dinner. It would be cruel to miss sharing a meal with her, even if that did mean walking back into what might be the last night you can walk on two feet. Sighing, you packed up your camera and hopped back in your car, turning the keys to kick on the engine. You started your usual checks, putting on your seatbelts and adjusting your windows and mirrors. However, you saw a dark figure behind you as you angled your rearview mirror. Its glowing yellow eyes stared right at you, looming dangerously at the front. Suddenly, it had locked eyes with you through the mirror.
You froze, your hand still on the steering wheel. Your chest suddenly felt tight, an internal representation of how trapped you felt right now. If only your seatbelt was off.
"Put the car in drive," came a familiar voice, steam coming from her mouth as she spoke. It was almost 80 degrees outside, and almost 90 inside of the car since you hadn't yet turn on the AC. Deciding it was now or never, you unlatched your seatbelt and reached for the door, only to feel hands curl around your neck and press you back against the seat. "I said drive," she said again. "Since you thought you could leave me back at the hotel..." You called out her name, feeling her fingers grip tighter. You could feel her press your trachea flat, limiting the air that could go into you.
"Keeekeeekeee...oh [y/n], you're so. Fucking. Naive." She finally let go, moving from the backseat to the front passenger seat in the time it took you to recoup your breath. You turned your head towards her, seeing her smile to herself as she put on her own seatbelt. "Let me guess, you wanted to come back before dinner passed?" You nodded, still leaning over the wheel. "I figured, I know how much you love dining with me. I think for one night though, takeout would be just fineeee."
If you were bringing food home, it made the trip go by even faster. At each light, you looked beside you, and see your girlfriend humming, tapping her lap as street by street, the two of you got closer back to the hotel. You swore on one of the quick glances, she was staring dead at you, her tongue hanging out far enough to dip below the color of her shirt. She was panting hard, her eyes bug-eyed all for you. You clutched the wheel harder. It wasn't getting any easier to avoid thinking about your fate. You reached for the radio at one of the stoplights, feeling her hand gently nudge you away. "No worries, hon. Let me," she said, leisurely changing the radio until she landed on 505 by Arctic Monkeys. "There."
You nodded to yourself, turning back with even more stress than before. She knew that you knew that 505 was one of the several songs she would do it to. You could feel her eyes on you, judging your every move and gaze as you avoided looking at her at all costs.
"We're here!" She suddenly exclaimed. You look up out of the window, seeing that you somehow ended up back in the parking garage of your resort hotel. Did you zone out while driving? How distracted did you get? You feel her tug on your arm, this time, the touch particularly more wet than usual. "Come on darling, let's go inside." You tell her that you wanted to sit in the car for a while, much to her chagrin. She left the car and came around to your side, opening the door and unclicking your seatbelt. "Come, on, daaarling," she said again, putting much more sultry tones into her words. "Don't you wanna come...eat?"
"I'm actually quite full," you say back.
"And I'm not," she quickly replied, sitting herself on your lap. "So either we go upstairs, or we can eat rrrriiiight here. I sure the locals wouldn't mind right?" She leaned closer against your ear, her tongue making the slightest of contact with your ear lobe. "If anyone finds out the truth, I can just eat them too~"
Holy hell.
"What will it be, darling?" She whispered on, grinding on you a few times. "I can already feel you hard and begging underneath me. I know you want it, even if you would have to suffer to obtain it." She kept going, gently rocking her hips. It was impossible to ignore it, and you felt your orgasm rising quickly from within you. You grabbed her just before you came, begging her to stop. You'll go upstairs, you swore. "Perfect," she said, getting up and lending a hand out toward you.
She kept her arm hooked around you as you two left the garage and went inside the hotel. It was almost impossible she was letting you go now, tied by the hip while you made your way to the room. You carried the bags in front of you to hide the tent under your fabrics, praying that no one could see the erection you had behind the food. It actually became a relief once you made it inside of your room, happy that you didn't have to hide it from the public eye anymore.
Although, there isn't really anywhere to hide now.
"Relax babe, you look like you're in a room with a murderer," she remarked, taking the bags from you and sitting you down on the bed. She chuckled, enjoying having to move every limb until you were completely laying down, your third leg still pulsing a healthy amount. She then got on top of you, sitting on your thighs to keep you from curling back up again. "Well, I can say you won't be murdered...I can't ensure anything else will happen to you though." She gasped when she placed a finger down, and immediately felt a jolt from your member. She pulled down your pants, licking her lips as the other hand went down to then remove the underwear. Finally, your musky cock could be set free, springing up with a fragile thread of pre keeping it still connected to your underwear.
"Finally, the man of the hour," She said, climbing further onto the bed. She pulled you closer to the center so that she had room to go between your legs, comfortably on her knees as she bent down and brought her face within a phone's length of your dick. She immediately licked it, giving you a nice line of saliva that went straight from your base to your crown. It made you shiver and shake, eliciting a slight whimper from you. "You liked that didn't you?" She said, smirking up at you. "Then you're going to loooove this."
She raised her hand to your face. You were confused at first until you realized that her palm was splitting. Out of nowhere, A divide had appeared in the middle of her hand,, widening bit by bit up till it widened open, like a mouth of its own. You saw dozens of tiny spikes all over the walls inside her forearm, all shifting around along with her inner lining. Some of its drool dripped down onto the opening of your cock. You're left in astonishment and doubt, but it didn't stop your body from reacting to the warm ooze that ran down your shaft.
"It's just another mouth, [y/n], it wouldn't hurt a fly," She said, grabbing your cock and lining you up with her other hand. "However, I can't be so sure about you."
"Wa-" You begin to protest, but just as you did to her, she quickly enveloped you into the folders of her hand pussy. You screamed as everything hit you at once, somehow dodging all the spikes you saw inside of her palm beforehand. She bit the bottom of her lip and started moving her arm up and down, laughing as she relentlessly milked like a cow. You held on to the sheets, doing all you could to keep yourself from moving. Even then though, you couldn't help but thrust your hips thrust a little bit, feeling the inside of her palm pussy spread from each one of your erratic spears. Your climax rushed towards the surface even faster than when she was just grinding against you, months' worth of inactivity and hours' worth of pent-up lust all coming to in one fell swoop.
"Take this! And this!" She yelled with glee. She could feel you expanding, you knew it. Your cock heating up and bulging as hot, gushing cum came right up to the edge of your urethra. You grimace, desperately trying to hold it in. You knew it was a losing battle, one that got harder and harder with you trying to stop the rushing rapids of sensations that left goosebumps on your skin. When it all poured over, and you could no longer build your resistance higher than her hand could milk you, it was glorious. An orgasmic wave overtook you, making your eyes roll back as all your progress quickly melted down into oblivion. Gush after gush of cum shot straight into her arm, painting the insides of her half-iron maiden body white. You twitched and curled over, unable to even moan. Your throat is completely clammed up, frozen, and paralyzed.
Silently, suffering in your own maze of bliss, you came.
And came.
And came.
Your girlfriend was saying something, but you didn't care. At some point, you lost the energy to even hold on to the sheets under you. The sloshing sounds became meaningless to you as you were milked passed the point of no return. There had to be something in the spikes, some poison you constantly leeched with each microscope prick into your penis. No mere mortal could orgasm this long, stretch it out to the point where even touching your head was enough to make you lose control of your entire body. You had even started squirting inside of her, your head relentlessly rubbed in the midst of spewing an overflowing stream of semen.
By the time you came to, everything had gone dark. The pleasure was worked out of you so much that you still shuddered from the aftershocks of it, but at least you could move yourself now. You tried lifting your arms, however, to no avail. In fact, you couldn't move anything at all.
"Comfy, [y/n]?" You hear from a voice that was calling at you from every angle, simultaneously. "Because I am very, very comfortable right here~"
"Mmmph!" You tried talking, but even your lips were pressed down together. What was going on?
"Don't you recall anything I said?" Your girlfriend asked, still being heard from all sides of you. "I swear, your mind is as about as useful as cheese placed beside an unset mousetrap."
You did your best to remember, but your mind was still scrambled, left to mush by getting a literal handjob earlier.
"I suppose I must do everything," she said. "You're inside of me, [y/n]. I told you, I am an iron maiden, although the eldritch bits did make me a bit more gooey." Realizing how slippering your skin suddenly felt, you had no doubt you were covered in the same mucus (and semen) that had previously enveloped your cock earlier.
"Regardless, I am an iron maiden. And this is your punishment, to remain stuck inside of me for the rest of today! Isn't that fun?"
"Mmmmph!" You screamed, but it was hopeless. You felt your limbs start to move, making scooting motions before seeming to land on what you assumed was the floor. Without being able to tell your surroundings, it was dizzying.
"Ah, you scream now...but I have just the thing for that, darling."
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Your muscles went limp. In moments, you felt millions of those spikes from insider pierce your body, leaving a living marionette to her every whim. Afterward, the milking immediately started again, only now this time, it was her entire body pulsing its walls inside of you, massaging sensations up and down your form in waves. You felt your cock get hard once more, spurred on by whatever vicious concoction she was mixing into your blood...
"Wow, you are so good at volleyball!" A stranger said to your girlfriend, who was noticeably a square meter bigger than usual. The two were on a winning streak at the volleyball court, knocking off every challenger who had come their way. "It's like you just have so much energy, you're reaching sets I didn't know anyone could!"
"What can I say?" She said, brushing the sand off of her shoulders and hair. "I'm just feeling pretty...energized today~" She licked her lips, giggling to herself.
Squirt, squirt gurgle...
"What was that?" Her partner said. "That was a loud rumble..."
"Oh, must be my stomach rumbling again..." She said patting herself.
"Well, uh, you wanna get something to eat? I know a good seafood place at the harbor."
"Sounds Great!" Your girlfriend said, taking a key out from under her singlet. "I'll drive!"