Please enjoy this glimpse into the origin story of the magical ler from my Howling Cove story! This story is NSFW and all characters in my stories are 18+
- JT
As Prince Leo approached the cottage, his heart raced. The winds carried stories of Howling Cove from kingdom to kingdom. The witch, Araphine, had made the woods of her recent exile not only a home, but a place in which she could practice her cursed magic freely, out of any royal jurisdiction. The smoke streaming up from the moss-coated chimney confirmed that, if not Araphine, someone was living among the serenity of the cove.
Leo took one more step and felt something wrap tightly around his ankle. He tried to jump out of the way but his right foot was already secured to the ground by a vine. He pulled out his saber and went to slash himself free of the vine’s hold but another shot up from seemingly nowhere and gripped his wrist as he brought his blade down.
“Agh!” he grunted as he lost his grip and dropped his weapon. “What is this?!”
As he struggled he felt two more vines wrapping around his other ankle while another wrapped around his body, securing his arms to his sides and leaving him standing but immobile.
“Well, well… What brings such a well-groomed and armed traveler as yourself so deep in these woods?”
Prince Leo heard a woman’s voice from behind him. He tried to turn but the vines gave him limited mobility. From his peripherals he saw a beautiful, druid woman in tattered linen robes who looked no more than 10 years his age. She walked around to face him.
“And who might you be?” She said to the Prince.
“I am Leo, Prince of the High Elven Kingdom! I demand you unbind me immediately!” Leo barked.
“I’m afraid your royal authority is empty this far into the woods. I must say I do feel rather blessed to have a prince in my clutches though.”
“You are the witch, Araphine. Are you not?”
“Did the vines give it away?” She answered as she raised her hands, clenching her fists lightly in front of him. The vines contracted as her fists tensed. Leo winced at the pressure.
“So, will you tell me what brings you here? I’m sure you’ve heard I have ways to make you tell me one way or another.” She said suggestively.
“No, no.” The Prince felt a slight rush course through his body, knowing many stories. “I’ve heard the stories," Leo said, catching himself almost saying dreamed of the stories. "And I've come here to learn from you.”
“Learn from me?” Learn what?”
“I know you used to be the royal interrogator for the Human Kingdom…” Leo said as she got closer to him.
“And for the elves for a brief period as well... But you must obviously know I've been banished by both kingdoms.”
“Yes…” Leo said. “Because of your… torture methods. I’m in line for my throne, and wish to revive your methods to the chambers of the Elven prisons.”
“You want to learn my methods, do you?” She was now inches from his face. “Hard to believe you’d come all the way out here to learn how to… tickle someone.”
As she said the word “tickle,” Leo felt a vine sneak up into the bottom of his pants.
“Agh!” he gasped and squirmed around as the vine snaked it’s way up his leg, tickling the back of his calf, his knee then stopping to wiggle around his inner thigh. His lips were pursed, suppressing laughter.
“Is this what you want to learn?” She asked as the vine rose up, getting close to the crease between his crotch and his thigh. The prince inhaled sharply and his mouth hung open in sudden shock.
“You want to learn how to break someone with touch alone?” She raised her right hand and another vine snuck up his other leg. “With laughter?” Araphine wiggled a single finger in front of his face. As she wiggled her finger, the tip of the vine near his crotch lightly tickled his scrotum.
“I promise my intentions are gohohoood! I mean you no harm!” Leo pleaded.
He had no idea how ticklish he truly was. Beneath his leather armor he felt himself hardening at the vine’s touch.
“Oh are they now? Tell me. What do I have to gain from teaching you my ways, young prince?”
The other vine passed his crotch and snuck it's way up his shirt, surveying his abs and ribs with slow, sensual wiggles.
“Ahhhahaha!” he cried. As Araphine slowed her finger the vines slowed too.
The tickling suddenly stopped. The vines released their grip as well and Leo nearly collapsed.
“That was just a taste, young Prince Leo. …” Araphine said, noticing the bulge her tickling had caused under his pants. “Come inside to eat. The journey here is not a short one…”
***
“Thank you for the food,” the prince said holding a bowl of stew. Behind Araphine, a cooking cauldron spewed steam in the corner. Prince Leo's armor was stored in a chest in the other corner, and he sat feeling his linens warming against his skin from the fire beneath the pot of stew. He swallowed and looked at her, hoping to hide his bashfulness and eagerness.
"So, tell me more about your desire to learn my... methods." Araphine inquired from across the small dining table.
“It’s quite simple really: You teach me your methods so I can implement them once I am crowned king. Your interrogation techniques were said to be the most effective in centuries. Leaving not a scratch, and always succeeding, whether that was to retrieve information or rehabilitate criminals.” He said confidently.
“And in return?” She said, suspicious.
"You'll be monetarily compensated handsomely." Leo replied punctually, taking another bite of stew.
"I sense this is not the whole story..." Araphine said presently.
"Our crime rates are soaring in the kingdom and the constables are overwhelmed. I'm in line for the crown, and my... My father. Let's just say my father has tasked me with solving this pressing issue."
"Crime rates... I see... And you've traveled all this way?" she said steadily, watching Leo's hands beginning to tremble. Araphine’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you really here?” She waved a hand and suddenly Leo’s wrists were magically secured to the arms of his chair. His ankles were bound to the legs of the chair as well.
“Wait! I promise! I—“ Leo protested.
“You think I know nothing? I hear things, Prince Leo. I know you are not in line for the crown… Because you’ve no bride.” Araphine stood up and approached Leo. He looked up at her, shivering in his invisible binds. “I know it is your younger brother in line for the crown, because of his political marriage.” She stepped closer to him.
“How did you—“
“People talk. Even way out here. Let’s be frank. You think I haven’t ventured out to satisfy my love of tickling? You think people of either kingdoms haven’t gotten themselves lost in these woods, and found by me? The feared tickle witch? I've made many unsuspecting friends out here, Prince Leo.” She stepped closer again and raised her hands in claw-like shapes.
“You want to learn my methods? Consider this your first lesson!” With that, she raised her hands, and Leo watched behind her as several tendrils of steam rushed out from the cauldron and snaked toward him faster than he could protest.
They started at his sleeves and pants—snaking under the clothing and up his arms and legs. He couldn’t even hold back his laughter because of how sudden the tickling started.
“AHHHAHAHAHA ARAPHINE! PLEASE! WAIT!”
“You’ll have your chance to talk. But first I will have my fun.” With a flick of her wrist, two more steam tendrils went for his feet and pulled his boots off. The tips of the tendrils separated into many smaller tips and began to wiggle and have their way with his calloused arches.
“OH NAHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEEHEHEHET!!”
“Oh it’s been far too long since I’ve had any guests.” Araphine moved the dinner table out of the way to have a clear sight of the tendrils writhing around under the prince’s clothes. She sat in her chair across from him. “You must be so ticklish, Prince Leo, to have such strong reactions so soon. You see, lesson number one: When torturing men, understand they are all so hardened—by battle, training, policing, labor—that none of them are prepared to be tortured by something as light and playful as tickling. It destroys their defenses and assaults their masculine pride.”
With her fingers, she gestured for the tendrils to rise up his legs and arms, so they were now wriggling their tips along his armpits and inner thighs.
“AAHHAHAHAHA GODS! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!”
“Even something as light as steam is already breaking you…”
She sent new tendrils to his torso. Two entered the top of Leo’s shirt collar, and slowly, dreadfully made their way to his ribs. He scrunched his neck to try and stop them and squirmed in his chair. The wood creaked underneath his wild laughter as he rocked and bucked in the chair.
The other tendril entered from the bottom of his shirt and focused on teasing the waistline of his trousers.
“OHHHOHOHOHO! NOT THERE! PLEEEHEHEHEASE!”
“Not where? Tell me, Prince. Which spot is the worst so far?”
“EVERYWHEHEHERE!” He screamed, but there were two spots he couldn't stand: His inner thighs and waistline were incredibly ticklish, in addition to being erogenous zones. He felt himself getting aroused as his life-long fantasy came to life faster than he could even fight it. Being there to learn was one way of describing his intentions for seeking out Araphine. The proof of his real reason was beginning to show itself to the infamous tickle witch.
“There must be some spot that is particularly sensitive. Hm?” She said as she raised the tendrils at his thighs closer to his crotch. Leo’s laughter jumped up in pitch.
“FUUHAHAHACK! AAAAHHHAHAHA!”
Tendrils were tickling him nearly everywhere: His ribs, his armpits, his stomach, his feet, his thighs. Prince Leo always had a secret love and curiosity for tickling. He often fantasized at night over the stories of Araphine; fantasized of being her prisoner. And now he was. But he had no idea how ticklish he was until he was in her hands—at her mercy.
“That’s it. Laugh for me.” She said, noticing the bulge rising between his legs. “Somebody is beginning to enjoy my teachings. Isn’t he?” She asked amused.
He was bucking up and down, back and forth, but the tendrils were relentless and inescapable, trapped beneath his clothing.
“Now, what else was it that I heard about the great Prince Leo?”
“WHAAHAHAT?” He managed to ask through his hysteria.
“Ah yes… The last elf I had in my cove told me you have quite the famous nickname around the kingdom.” Araphine spoke casually as her tendrils began teasing his scrotum. Again, his laughter jumped up an octave—long streams of laughter interspersed with short, staggered breaths.
Leo’s heart sank at the mention of his famed nickname, but he was too lost in ticklish torment and growing arousal to focus on it.
“I CAAHAHAHAN’T! IT’S TOO MUAAHAHAHACH! He cried as the tickling on his balls added a whole level of desperate hysteria to his torture. His hardening manhood was so sensitive that even the friction of his trousers' fabric tickled and stimulated him with every shift in his seat. He had barely been touched, barely been tickled that long so far, and he was already building toward a desperate, uncontrollable release.
He felt a shifting in his pants and realized that the tendrils were trying to tug his pants down, adding to the light rubs of his fabric. His shirt began to rise as well.
“WAIT! DOHOHON’T!” He tried to protest but it was to no avail. The grazing fabric of his pants alone had him more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. “OHMMMHMHMH GODS!”
“Yes, quite the nickname indeed: Leo the Virgin Prince I think the commoners call you. Don’t they?”
A pang of shame cut through him but the tickling did not cease. A small wet spot began to form where his pants pressed against the tip of his erection.
“My my. So excited! I guess that’s what spending nearly all your twenties without a lover will do… Just the slightest little tickle down there and—“
“PLEASE! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAHAHAZYYY!”
“You see. I don’t think you came here solely to learn. Did you, Prince Leo? I saw how quickly you stiffened when I captured you outside…”
His cock sprang from his under his waistband after the fabric was slowly dragged off him by the tendrils. The added pressure alone nearly sent him over the edge. His cock stood aching with need in the warm air of the cottage.
“OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY!” He almost couldn’t control his arousal. The tickles were everywhere except that one, agonizingly untouched part of him. Araphine moved her chair closer to him so they were only a foot or two apart.
“You’re so worked up… Untouched for all these years… What if I didn't even touch your friend down there? Do you think you'll burst just from all this ticklish attention alone?” She grinned at him. The tendril at his balls split into what felt like several tiny little wispy, feathery fingers and began fluttering, enveloping his entire scrotum.
“OHHHHOHOHOH GODS! ARAPHIIHIHIHINE! PLEASE! I CAHAHAHAN'T!”
“Oh? You can't handle my tickles? Wasn't this what you wanted, virgin prince?
“AHHHHAHAHAHA IT'S TOO MUUAHAHAHACH!”
He was teetering on the edge of the orgasm of his life and she hadn't even touched his manhood once.
“Oh goodness you are so fun to play with. I might keep you here forever and let your brother take the crown after all. I'll make you my captive, royal little tickle toy. Would you like that Leo?” She said teasingly.
"NAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!" He whined up to the ceiling. His cock twitched at the thought of a lifetime of this torment.
All the tickles stopped suddenly. Leo sat panting, his head slumped forward, watching his swollen, untouched manhood twitch for any sensation.
"I have a proposition for you..." Araphine said, soaking up the image of her desperately ticklish, aroused prisoner. He was still giggling even though the tendrils withdrew. "There is someone I'd very much like to see again in your kingdom... A woman who adamantly lobbied for my banishment when your kingdom contracted me for some time before my exile... Some circles even called it a crusade. You see, when she was younger, before she held a position of power... Let's just say she landed herself in my chambers for a silly, rather harmless crime."
"Who?"
"Rena, the Head Paladin..."
"The armed forces commander? Impossible... You can't possibly expect me to sneak you back into the palace. It'd be treason." Leo said, panting. Araphine stood and approached him, lifting his chin up to meet her gaze.
"Sneak me in? Why would you need to do that if I were your wife?"
"My wife?!"
"Why yes. Think about it. As the eldest son, an engagement puts you back ahead of your brother for the throne."
"And what would you gain?"
"Revenge... And, my place back as the Royal Interrogator, where I can have all the fun I want..."
"This is nonsense!" Leo pulled his face from her hand.
“Nonsense?” She snapped her fingers and all the tendrils instantly resumed their ticklish assault. Leo’s body jolted as though he were struck by lightening. "I'd say it sounds rather reasonable. Maybe you need some more convincing."
“WAHAHAHAHA NNNNFUHUHUCK!”
“Now. Where were we in our lesson?” Araphine knelt down in front of the prince, level with his crotch. “Ah yes, I was going to teach you what makes tickling even more torturous than most imagine: Regardless of gender, genitals are often ticklish, even if they are not aroused. And when they are, they’re all the more sensitive, and it’s important to prolong stimulation as long as possible. Prolonging orgasm is perhaps the most effective when retrieving information… especially with a subject as sensitive as you.”
Leo was panting desperately. He looked down and saw that she had summoned another tendril with tips that split like the ones at his balls—with several small and whispy wriggling appendages. He watched as they approached his cock, stopping above his tip without making contact yet.
“Unnnhnhnhnh!” He whined at the tendrils refusal to tickle his cock. He tried lifting his hips up to no avail.
“Yes, a subject like you… Never knowing the touch of a lover… Desperate for stimulation… No fantasy of yours could have prepared you for a night of tickling with me.” Araphine said as she conjured an ethereal feather. She brought it within an inch of his shaft, and she watched his cock twitch toward it wantingly.
“You traveled all this way just to be tickled silly by me. Just to live your deepest, most deviant fantasy. Isn't that right? How sweet.” She teased. "Tell me Leo... Should we see how ticklish your eager friend is down here?"
"MMMMHMHMHMHMH" He squeezed his mouth shut, trying to suppress his laughter and moans. His need was testing his pride, and his pride was losing. He couldn't ignore any longer how badly he wanted the kiss of that magic feather.
"We have all night Leo. Nothing would please me more than leaving you like this... Tickled mercilessly and untouched... Humping the air in hopes of any relief... I may even go out to forage for a while as you decide... And listen to your laughs and moans from the edges of my woods. How does that sound, Leo?"
"NOOOHOHOHOOO! TICKLE IT! PLEEEHEHEHEASE! I NEED IT!"
"Oh do you? As you wish, Prince..." Araphine slowly began dragging the feather up and down his shaft. And when she did, Leo jumped and began shaking wildly. "Tickle, tickle, tickleeeee" She sang smiling at him.
Having never been touched there by someone other than himself, he couldn’t possible predict how it would feel. The magic feather felt so shockingly pleasurable, but tickled like a line of delicate ants slowly marching up and down the underside of his shaft. His back arched forward and his waist bucked backwards into the chair as the sudden shock of the new sensation alone almost threw him over the edge.
“AHHHHAHAHAHNNNNN OHHOHOH! I’M—I'M GOING TO—”
“So close already? You’ve been waiting all these touch-starved years for this feather. Haven’t you? I bet you conjured all sorts of stories in your head about what went on in the dungeons of your kingdom...”
“UNNNN YES! OKAY? OHHHAHAHAH I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MOHOHORE!"
“Is your royal part ticklish, Prince?” She said as she commanded the wiggling tendrils to finally descend on his tip and upper shaft. His eyes squeezed shut and his laughter went silent. He just sat there twitching and gasping. "Answer the question, Leo. Tell the mean witch how ticklish you are..."
“YES! IT'S TICKLISH!" He finally replied after a choked gasp. "IT'S SO TICKLISH AHHAHA YOU'RE MAKING MEHEHEHE —”
“Oh you poor, sensitive thing... So sensitive between your legs. You're not going to come from just a few strokes of my feather, are you?”
“YEHEHES! I CAN'T HELP IT! GODS PLEASE FINISH ME!”
With a wave of her hand, the tendrils wiggling around his tip withdrew, along with the others tickling the rest of his body. She continued slowly trailing her feather up and down his shaft. “But we haven't come to an agreement yet, my lovely prince… Think of all we could accomplish together in the kingdom... ” The tendrils came back to his scrotum.
"Uhhhhuhuhuhahahaha... Araphine... Please..."
"You came all this way to see what a real tickling would be like... To finally live out your desires. Think of all the fun we could have together as a couple... I'll be honest, Leo. I'd love to have you under my feather again... Under my nails and other toys. The magic you've experienced today is only a glimpse..." Prince Leo met her eyes with a desperate gaze. "...Was there a part of you saving yourself for this moment? To be tickled over the edge of hysterical bliss?" As she asked, she lightly grazed and wiggled her fingers up the length of his manhood while other tendrils resumed lightly teasing his feet and armpits.
"Ohhhhh Gohohohods! Yes! Okay? YEHEHES!"
"Is that a yes to my proposition? Or a yes to saving yourself for your first real ticklegasm? I'd think it such a shame if you left with no satisfaction after coming all this way... Wouldn't you?" She got up and backed away, summoning more magical feathers, which she waved to other parts of his body: His ribs, waistline, inner thighs, even his neck and ears, but the tendrils focused on his crotch withdrew once more. Mere seconds of full-body tickling again was enough for him to concede. He not only badly needed release, but he knew, deep down, there was no other way he wanted to spend his life. This quest confirmed for him that a lifetime at Araphine's ticklish mercy was everything he wanted, no matter how the kingdom viewed him upon his return with the banished witch.
"OKAAAHAHAHAYYY! I AGREE! PLEASE! END THIS TORMEEHEHEHENT!! AHHHHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh what fun our rule together will be, King Leo." She said as we watched a swirl of magic around her hands reveal they'd been transformed into furry pads with feathery fingers. "Now, are you ready for your first real tickling?"
"OHHHHOHO! AHHHAHAHAHA!" He threw his head back, nodding in laughter, unable to form words any more.
Araphine knelt down and brought her magic, feathery hands to his twitching manhood. She caressed and tickled his balls with the soft tips of one hand while she encircled his shaft with the fuzzy palm and wispy fingertips of the other. Leo's eyes rolled back and his laughter went silent again, although his body laughed for him. He bucked his hips into her hands as she left no part of his groin untouched. In only seconds, he cried out through streams of laughter as she brought him to the most intense orgasm of his life. He shivered in his chair as she tickled him through it, and when he finally begged for her to stop, she knew he'd had enough and backed away, withdrawing the steam tendrils back into the cauldron.
"Wasn't that so much fun? Now, rest up. We won't be returning to your kingdom just yet."
"What?" Leo said, heaving and flushed with exhaustion.
"You came here to learn... Learn you will..."
To be continued...
- JT
Araphine & the Prince: A Howling Cove Story
by JTstories
As Prince Leo approached the cottage, his heart raced. The winds carried stories of Howling Cove from kingdom to kingdom. The witch, Araphine, had made the woods of her recent exile not only a home, but a place in which she could practice her cursed magic freely, out of any royal jurisdiction. The smoke streaming up from the moss-coated chimney confirmed that, if not Araphine, someone was living among the serenity of the cove.
Leo took one more step and felt something wrap tightly around his ankle. He tried to jump out of the way but his right foot was already secured to the ground by a vine. He pulled out his saber and went to slash himself free of the vine’s hold but another shot up from seemingly nowhere and gripped his wrist as he brought his blade down.
“Agh!” he grunted as he lost his grip and dropped his weapon. “What is this?!”
As he struggled he felt two more vines wrapping around his other ankle while another wrapped around his body, securing his arms to his sides and leaving him standing but immobile.
“Well, well… What brings such a well-groomed and armed traveler as yourself so deep in these woods?”
Prince Leo heard a woman’s voice from behind him. He tried to turn but the vines gave him limited mobility. From his peripherals he saw a beautiful, druid woman in tattered linen robes who looked no more than 10 years his age. She walked around to face him.
“And who might you be?” She said to the Prince.
“I am Leo, Prince of the High Elven Kingdom! I demand you unbind me immediately!” Leo barked.
“I’m afraid your royal authority is empty this far into the woods. I must say I do feel rather blessed to have a prince in my clutches though.”
“You are the witch, Araphine. Are you not?”
“Did the vines give it away?” She answered as she raised her hands, clenching her fists lightly in front of him. The vines contracted as her fists tensed. Leo winced at the pressure.
“So, will you tell me what brings you here? I’m sure you’ve heard I have ways to make you tell me one way or another.” She said suggestively.
“No, no.” The Prince felt a slight rush course through his body, knowing many stories. “I’ve heard the stories," Leo said, catching himself almost saying dreamed of the stories. "And I've come here to learn from you.”
“Learn from me?” Learn what?”
“I know you used to be the royal interrogator for the Human Kingdom…” Leo said as she got closer to him.
“And for the elves for a brief period as well... But you must obviously know I've been banished by both kingdoms.”
“Yes…” Leo said. “Because of your… torture methods. I’m in line for my throne, and wish to revive your methods to the chambers of the Elven prisons.”
“You want to learn my methods, do you?” She was now inches from his face. “Hard to believe you’d come all the way out here to learn how to… tickle someone.”
As she said the word “tickle,” Leo felt a vine sneak up into the bottom of his pants.
“Agh!” he gasped and squirmed around as the vine snaked it’s way up his leg, tickling the back of his calf, his knee then stopping to wiggle around his inner thigh. His lips were pursed, suppressing laughter.
“Is this what you want to learn?” She asked as the vine rose up, getting close to the crease between his crotch and his thigh. The prince inhaled sharply and his mouth hung open in sudden shock.
“You want to learn how to break someone with touch alone?” She raised her right hand and another vine snuck up his other leg. “With laughter?” Araphine wiggled a single finger in front of his face. As she wiggled her finger, the tip of the vine near his crotch lightly tickled his scrotum.
“I promise my intentions are gohohoood! I mean you no harm!” Leo pleaded.
He had no idea how ticklish he truly was. Beneath his leather armor he felt himself hardening at the vine’s touch.
“Oh are they now? Tell me. What do I have to gain from teaching you my ways, young prince?”
The other vine passed his crotch and snuck it's way up his shirt, surveying his abs and ribs with slow, sensual wiggles.
“Ahhhahaha!” he cried. As Araphine slowed her finger the vines slowed too.
The tickling suddenly stopped. The vines released their grip as well and Leo nearly collapsed.
“That was just a taste, young Prince Leo. …” Araphine said, noticing the bulge her tickling had caused under his pants. “Come inside to eat. The journey here is not a short one…”
***
“Thank you for the food,” the prince said holding a bowl of stew. Behind Araphine, a cooking cauldron spewed steam in the corner. Prince Leo's armor was stored in a chest in the other corner, and he sat feeling his linens warming against his skin from the fire beneath the pot of stew. He swallowed and looked at her, hoping to hide his bashfulness and eagerness.
"So, tell me more about your desire to learn my... methods." Araphine inquired from across the small dining table.
“It’s quite simple really: You teach me your methods so I can implement them once I am crowned king. Your interrogation techniques were said to be the most effective in centuries. Leaving not a scratch, and always succeeding, whether that was to retrieve information or rehabilitate criminals.” He said confidently.
“And in return?” She said, suspicious.
"You'll be monetarily compensated handsomely." Leo replied punctually, taking another bite of stew.
"I sense this is not the whole story..." Araphine said presently.
"Our crime rates are soaring in the kingdom and the constables are overwhelmed. I'm in line for the crown, and my... My father. Let's just say my father has tasked me with solving this pressing issue."
"Crime rates... I see... And you've traveled all this way?" she said steadily, watching Leo's hands beginning to tremble. Araphine’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you really here?” She waved a hand and suddenly Leo’s wrists were magically secured to the arms of his chair. His ankles were bound to the legs of the chair as well.
“Wait! I promise! I—“ Leo protested.
“You think I know nothing? I hear things, Prince Leo. I know you are not in line for the crown… Because you’ve no bride.” Araphine stood up and approached Leo. He looked up at her, shivering in his invisible binds. “I know it is your younger brother in line for the crown, because of his political marriage.” She stepped closer to him.
“How did you—“
“People talk. Even way out here. Let’s be frank. You think I haven’t ventured out to satisfy my love of tickling? You think people of either kingdoms haven’t gotten themselves lost in these woods, and found by me? The feared tickle witch? I've made many unsuspecting friends out here, Prince Leo.” She stepped closer again and raised her hands in claw-like shapes.
“You want to learn my methods? Consider this your first lesson!” With that, she raised her hands, and Leo watched behind her as several tendrils of steam rushed out from the cauldron and snaked toward him faster than he could protest.
They started at his sleeves and pants—snaking under the clothing and up his arms and legs. He couldn’t even hold back his laughter because of how sudden the tickling started.
“AHHHAHAHAHA ARAPHINE! PLEASE! WAIT!”
“You’ll have your chance to talk. But first I will have my fun.” With a flick of her wrist, two more steam tendrils went for his feet and pulled his boots off. The tips of the tendrils separated into many smaller tips and began to wiggle and have their way with his calloused arches.
“OH NAHAHAHAHA! NOT MY FEEHEHEHET!!”
“Oh it’s been far too long since I’ve had any guests.” Araphine moved the dinner table out of the way to have a clear sight of the tendrils writhing around under the prince’s clothes. She sat in her chair across from him. “You must be so ticklish, Prince Leo, to have such strong reactions so soon. You see, lesson number one: When torturing men, understand they are all so hardened—by battle, training, policing, labor—that none of them are prepared to be tortured by something as light and playful as tickling. It destroys their defenses and assaults their masculine pride.”
With her fingers, she gestured for the tendrils to rise up his legs and arms, so they were now wriggling their tips along his armpits and inner thighs.
“AAHHAHAHAHA GODS! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!”
“Even something as light as steam is already breaking you…”
She sent new tendrils to his torso. Two entered the top of Leo’s shirt collar, and slowly, dreadfully made their way to his ribs. He scrunched his neck to try and stop them and squirmed in his chair. The wood creaked underneath his wild laughter as he rocked and bucked in the chair.
The other tendril entered from the bottom of his shirt and focused on teasing the waistline of his trousers.
“OHHHOHOHOHO! NOT THERE! PLEEEHEHEHEASE!”
“Not where? Tell me, Prince. Which spot is the worst so far?”
“EVERYWHEHEHERE!” He screamed, but there were two spots he couldn't stand: His inner thighs and waistline were incredibly ticklish, in addition to being erogenous zones. He felt himself getting aroused as his life-long fantasy came to life faster than he could even fight it. Being there to learn was one way of describing his intentions for seeking out Araphine. The proof of his real reason was beginning to show itself to the infamous tickle witch.
“There must be some spot that is particularly sensitive. Hm?” She said as she raised the tendrils at his thighs closer to his crotch. Leo’s laughter jumped up in pitch.
“FUUHAHAHACK! AAAAHHHAHAHA!”
Tendrils were tickling him nearly everywhere: His ribs, his armpits, his stomach, his feet, his thighs. Prince Leo always had a secret love and curiosity for tickling. He often fantasized at night over the stories of Araphine; fantasized of being her prisoner. And now he was. But he had no idea how ticklish he was until he was in her hands—at her mercy.
“That’s it. Laugh for me.” She said, noticing the bulge rising between his legs. “Somebody is beginning to enjoy my teachings. Isn’t he?” She asked amused.
He was bucking up and down, back and forth, but the tendrils were relentless and inescapable, trapped beneath his clothing.
“Now, what else was it that I heard about the great Prince Leo?”
“WHAAHAHAT?” He managed to ask through his hysteria.
“Ah yes… The last elf I had in my cove told me you have quite the famous nickname around the kingdom.” Araphine spoke casually as her tendrils began teasing his scrotum. Again, his laughter jumped up an octave—long streams of laughter interspersed with short, staggered breaths.
Leo’s heart sank at the mention of his famed nickname, but he was too lost in ticklish torment and growing arousal to focus on it.
“I CAAHAHAHAN’T! IT’S TOO MUAAHAHAHACH! He cried as the tickling on his balls added a whole level of desperate hysteria to his torture. His hardening manhood was so sensitive that even the friction of his trousers' fabric tickled and stimulated him with every shift in his seat. He had barely been touched, barely been tickled that long so far, and he was already building toward a desperate, uncontrollable release.
He felt a shifting in his pants and realized that the tendrils were trying to tug his pants down, adding to the light rubs of his fabric. His shirt began to rise as well.
“WAIT! DOHOHON’T!” He tried to protest but it was to no avail. The grazing fabric of his pants alone had him more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. “OHMMMHMHMH GODS!”
“Yes, quite the nickname indeed: Leo the Virgin Prince I think the commoners call you. Don’t they?”
A pang of shame cut through him but the tickling did not cease. A small wet spot began to form where his pants pressed against the tip of his erection.
“My my. So excited! I guess that’s what spending nearly all your twenties without a lover will do… Just the slightest little tickle down there and—“
“PLEASE! YOU'RE DRIVING ME CRAHAHAZYYY!”
“You see. I don’t think you came here solely to learn. Did you, Prince Leo? I saw how quickly you stiffened when I captured you outside…”
His cock sprang from his under his waistband after the fabric was slowly dragged off him by the tendrils. The added pressure alone nearly sent him over the edge. His cock stood aching with need in the warm air of the cottage.
“OKAY OKAAHAHAHAY!” He almost couldn’t control his arousal. The tickles were everywhere except that one, agonizingly untouched part of him. Araphine moved her chair closer to him so they were only a foot or two apart.
“You’re so worked up… Untouched for all these years… What if I didn't even touch your friend down there? Do you think you'll burst just from all this ticklish attention alone?” She grinned at him. The tendril at his balls split into what felt like several tiny little wispy, feathery fingers and began fluttering, enveloping his entire scrotum.
“OHHHHOHOHOH GODS! ARAPHIIHIHIHINE! PLEASE! I CAHAHAHAN'T!”
“Oh? You can't handle my tickles? Wasn't this what you wanted, virgin prince?
“AHHHHAHAHAHA IT'S TOO MUUAHAHAHACH!”
He was teetering on the edge of the orgasm of his life and she hadn't even touched his manhood once.
“Oh goodness you are so fun to play with. I might keep you here forever and let your brother take the crown after all. I'll make you my captive, royal little tickle toy. Would you like that Leo?” She said teasingly.
"NAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!" He whined up to the ceiling. His cock twitched at the thought of a lifetime of this torment.
All the tickles stopped suddenly. Leo sat panting, his head slumped forward, watching his swollen, untouched manhood twitch for any sensation.
"I have a proposition for you..." Araphine said, soaking up the image of her desperately ticklish, aroused prisoner. He was still giggling even though the tendrils withdrew. "There is someone I'd very much like to see again in your kingdom... A woman who adamantly lobbied for my banishment when your kingdom contracted me for some time before my exile... Some circles even called it a crusade. You see, when she was younger, before she held a position of power... Let's just say she landed herself in my chambers for a silly, rather harmless crime."
"Who?"
"Rena, the Head Paladin..."
"The armed forces commander? Impossible... You can't possibly expect me to sneak you back into the palace. It'd be treason." Leo said, panting. Araphine stood and approached him, lifting his chin up to meet her gaze.
"Sneak me in? Why would you need to do that if I were your wife?"
"My wife?!"
"Why yes. Think about it. As the eldest son, an engagement puts you back ahead of your brother for the throne."
"And what would you gain?"
"Revenge... And, my place back as the Royal Interrogator, where I can have all the fun I want..."
"This is nonsense!" Leo pulled his face from her hand.
“Nonsense?” She snapped her fingers and all the tendrils instantly resumed their ticklish assault. Leo’s body jolted as though he were struck by lightening. "I'd say it sounds rather reasonable. Maybe you need some more convincing."
“WAHAHAHAHA NNNNFUHUHUCK!”
“Now. Where were we in our lesson?” Araphine knelt down in front of the prince, level with his crotch. “Ah yes, I was going to teach you what makes tickling even more torturous than most imagine: Regardless of gender, genitals are often ticklish, even if they are not aroused. And when they are, they’re all the more sensitive, and it’s important to prolong stimulation as long as possible. Prolonging orgasm is perhaps the most effective when retrieving information… especially with a subject as sensitive as you.”
Leo was panting desperately. He looked down and saw that she had summoned another tendril with tips that split like the ones at his balls—with several small and whispy wriggling appendages. He watched as they approached his cock, stopping above his tip without making contact yet.
“Unnnhnhnhnh!” He whined at the tendrils refusal to tickle his cock. He tried lifting his hips up to no avail.
“Yes, a subject like you… Never knowing the touch of a lover… Desperate for stimulation… No fantasy of yours could have prepared you for a night of tickling with me.” Araphine said as she conjured an ethereal feather. She brought it within an inch of his shaft, and she watched his cock twitch toward it wantingly.
“You traveled all this way just to be tickled silly by me. Just to live your deepest, most deviant fantasy. Isn't that right? How sweet.” She teased. "Tell me Leo... Should we see how ticklish your eager friend is down here?"
"MMMMHMHMHMHMH" He squeezed his mouth shut, trying to suppress his laughter and moans. His need was testing his pride, and his pride was losing. He couldn't ignore any longer how badly he wanted the kiss of that magic feather.
"We have all night Leo. Nothing would please me more than leaving you like this... Tickled mercilessly and untouched... Humping the air in hopes of any relief... I may even go out to forage for a while as you decide... And listen to your laughs and moans from the edges of my woods. How does that sound, Leo?"
"NOOOHOHOHOOO! TICKLE IT! PLEEEHEHEHEASE! I NEED IT!"
"Oh do you? As you wish, Prince..." Araphine slowly began dragging the feather up and down his shaft. And when she did, Leo jumped and began shaking wildly. "Tickle, tickle, tickleeeee" She sang smiling at him.
Having never been touched there by someone other than himself, he couldn’t possible predict how it would feel. The magic feather felt so shockingly pleasurable, but tickled like a line of delicate ants slowly marching up and down the underside of his shaft. His back arched forward and his waist bucked backwards into the chair as the sudden shock of the new sensation alone almost threw him over the edge.
“AHHHHAHAHAHNNNNN OHHOHOH! I’M—I'M GOING TO—”
“So close already? You’ve been waiting all these touch-starved years for this feather. Haven’t you? I bet you conjured all sorts of stories in your head about what went on in the dungeons of your kingdom...”
“UNNNN YES! OKAY? OHHHAHAHAH I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MOHOHORE!"
“Is your royal part ticklish, Prince?” She said as she commanded the wiggling tendrils to finally descend on his tip and upper shaft. His eyes squeezed shut and his laughter went silent. He just sat there twitching and gasping. "Answer the question, Leo. Tell the mean witch how ticklish you are..."
“YES! IT'S TICKLISH!" He finally replied after a choked gasp. "IT'S SO TICKLISH AHHAHA YOU'RE MAKING MEHEHEHE —”
“Oh you poor, sensitive thing... So sensitive between your legs. You're not going to come from just a few strokes of my feather, are you?”
“YEHEHES! I CAN'T HELP IT! GODS PLEASE FINISH ME!”
With a wave of her hand, the tendrils wiggling around his tip withdrew, along with the others tickling the rest of his body. She continued slowly trailing her feather up and down his shaft. “But we haven't come to an agreement yet, my lovely prince… Think of all we could accomplish together in the kingdom... ” The tendrils came back to his scrotum.
"Uhhhhuhuhuhahahaha... Araphine... Please..."
"You came all this way to see what a real tickling would be like... To finally live out your desires. Think of all the fun we could have together as a couple... I'll be honest, Leo. I'd love to have you under my feather again... Under my nails and other toys. The magic you've experienced today is only a glimpse..." Prince Leo met her eyes with a desperate gaze. "...Was there a part of you saving yourself for this moment? To be tickled over the edge of hysterical bliss?" As she asked, she lightly grazed and wiggled her fingers up the length of his manhood while other tendrils resumed lightly teasing his feet and armpits.
"Ohhhhh Gohohohods! Yes! Okay? YEHEHES!"
"Is that a yes to my proposition? Or a yes to saving yourself for your first real ticklegasm? I'd think it such a shame if you left with no satisfaction after coming all this way... Wouldn't you?" She got up and backed away, summoning more magical feathers, which she waved to other parts of his body: His ribs, waistline, inner thighs, even his neck and ears, but the tendrils focused on his crotch withdrew once more. Mere seconds of full-body tickling again was enough for him to concede. He not only badly needed release, but he knew, deep down, there was no other way he wanted to spend his life. This quest confirmed for him that a lifetime at Araphine's ticklish mercy was everything he wanted, no matter how the kingdom viewed him upon his return with the banished witch.
"OKAAAHAHAHAYYY! I AGREE! PLEASE! END THIS TORMEEHEHEHENT!! AHHHHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh what fun our rule together will be, King Leo." She said as we watched a swirl of magic around her hands reveal they'd been transformed into furry pads with feathery fingers. "Now, are you ready for your first real tickling?"
"OHHHHOHO! AHHHAHAHAHA!" He threw his head back, nodding in laughter, unable to form words any more.
Araphine knelt down and brought her magic, feathery hands to his twitching manhood. She caressed and tickled his balls with the soft tips of one hand while she encircled his shaft with the fuzzy palm and wispy fingertips of the other. Leo's eyes rolled back and his laughter went silent again, although his body laughed for him. He bucked his hips into her hands as she left no part of his groin untouched. In only seconds, he cried out through streams of laughter as she brought him to the most intense orgasm of his life. He shivered in his chair as she tickled him through it, and when he finally begged for her to stop, she knew he'd had enough and backed away, withdrawing the steam tendrils back into the cauldron.
"Wasn't that so much fun? Now, rest up. We won't be returning to your kingdom just yet."
"What?" Leo said, heaving and flushed with exhaustion.
"You came here to learn... Learn you will..."
To be continued...
I envy Leo. 
