Jaynin
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Jaynin recoiled in surprise at the scene before him, the disparity between his expectations and the reality so broad that he had trouble adapting to it at first. "A... discussion, my Queen?" he asked hesitantly, wondering if she was really asking him to do what he thought she was. But that question was answered rather quickly, as he saw her hands flash down to the struggling form caught in her tail and produce a muffled squeal. "It seems quite interesting," he said, cautiously warming up to the situation as he took a seat by the pair of soft, small feet that were apparently being offered to him. "But what could I contribute to this discussion? I'm merely your consort, my Queen, here to provide you pleasure and comfort when you need it. I would know little about discussions of statecraft." One of the few weaknesses you could exploit when in a subservient position like this is that everyone was prepared to treat you like an empty-headed decoration. Jaynin was banking on that fact to keep himself abreast of any suspicion for now... not that he was planning anything for the time being, but if Dyellza escaped and was inclined to seek revenge, she'd be more likely to view it as punishing a naughty boy than attempting to outmaneuver an opponent. A slim reed it was, but the only hope he had for his current situation.
"Oh, that's all right. Just try your best, we won't be upset if you can't quite keep up." Lyriss winked at him, grinning widely as his fingers started to carefully stroke over Dyellza's soles, tickling the drow girl's sensitive feet. Given the intensity of the squealing and struggling that this motion prompted, Jaynin guessed that the drow ambassador, a frequent instigator of ticklish plots and games, was herself quite ticklish. "See, there you go. Just try to be a little more... hm... persuasive with your argument," Queen Lyriss said after a moment of studying him. She reached down to the left foot, where his fingers were tracing a gentle pattern up and down the twitching sole, and demonstrated with her own technique, using the fingernails to more firmly scratch at the soft skin. It produced another burst of laughter from the muffled drow, who had one of the Queen's spare wraps stuffed in her mouth and tied there with yet another, and her small arms could be felt in the tight, powerful coil of the queen's tail trying to pull themselves free.
"I could never wield a word so skillfully as you, my Queen," Jaynin breathed, with a note of fawning in his voice, and the big naga chuckled softly. He tried to be a little firmer in his teasing, using his fingertips to wiggle at the base of her toes and tickle the ball of her foot, and it did indeed seem to be quite effective. Lyriss, meanwhile, had Dyellza wrapped in her tail from ankles to waist, leaving her midriff exposed, and then her arms were pinned to her sides by a tight coil around her chest. Feeling the struggles of these arms, Lyriss started tickling Dyellza's sides to spur her struggling on still more - the little drow was giggling, her face contorted into an expression of irritation that kept distorting from all the giggling she was doing, but she still had quite a lot of fight left in her. Lyriss tickled her sides with expert teasing pinches, tormenting the soft dark gray skin of the small girl, and when she felt Dyellza's struggling rise to an even greater pitch, she loosened her tail's hold on the drow's upper body.
Dyellza, caught by surprise but looking to make full advantage of the queen's slip, thrust her arms up above her head to clear them from the tail's grip, and promptly had her wrists caught by the naga's waiting hands. A dismayed, muffled yell earned a smile from the Naga Queen and Dyellza suddenly realized she'd been baited into exposing the rest of her upper body, as the coil loosened and slid over Dyellza's head, showing where the black cloth wrap covered her modesty. Now the naga's attack could begin in earnest, and she showed no signs of slowing down. "Ah, you see," Queen Lyriss said, as her fingers crept into Dyellza's underarms, "our little ambassador has let passion get the better of her reason and exposed a rather wide hole in her side of the argument. Now, you see, this is a polite discussion, so we'll merely gently probe into the opening..."
Gently probing was the proper term for it, as the Queen's four free hands descended, experimenting with the soft flesh, tweaking it a little bit here, teasing it a little bit there, teasing into the sides of the tight wrap so as to explore the ribs that lay hidden beneath... Dyellza's struggling grew increasingly frantic as muffled giggling threatened to burst the gag due to all the pressure of pent-up laughter, or so she thought. "Were this a serious argument against a different opponent, we would have to be more forceful in our use of the exposed point she left in her argument... but for now, let us simply explore the various opportunities that we have when such an opening is created." Lyriss' fingers wandered over every curve and slight roll in Dyellza's body, teasing the border between ribs and sides by letting her fingers trace over the slight bump of the drow's ribcage, letting her fingers descend into the valleys between ribs only to climb back out with apparent effort, scrabbling up the slight ridges of her ribs, so perfectly defined by her stretched-out position...
It was a moment in the incubus' mind where he could perfectly empathize with the victim, even as his fingers wandered over her soft feet, finding sensitive points and probing insistently at them, wishing for a tool or fingernails to provide that devastatingly effective scratching pressure that Lyriss could... He could easily see himself in this same position, feel the fingers tickling the same spots on his body, and he knew how effective the Naga Queen was when it came to tickling her prey. The experience was all the more powerful for that, and yet because he knew exactly what it felt like, all the more enjoyable to watch it... Dyellza's pretty little face was starting to flush with her exertions, the contrary little drow unwilling to give up the struggle entirely. Something occurred to him then, and turning to Lyriss, he asked with absolute innocence, "If I may ask, why were you having this discussion with... the drow ambassador in the first place?" Lyriss' answer was to dig her nails more firmly into the pliant flesh, the first hint of a wicked grin showing as she made the girl howl.
"Oh, you see, the good little drow was ever so curious about what it was like to be tickled, you see, and she wanted to know if it was really as debilitating as it looked. You know that our sneaky little one here is a great instigator amongst the palace dignitaries... and it's really quite entertaining. But she was of the opinion that it really wasn't that hard to resist even if turned on her." Dyellza's distressed mumbling and what sounded like screeching from behind the gag seemed to indicate that this was not what had happened at all, but playing along with the fiction was amusing, if for no other reason than to tease her. Lyriss stroked her fingernails all along the soft midriff, earning herself another squeal of laughter and a panicked groan as the drow girl realized her strength was rapidly waning. "So it really got quite philosophical from there; discussions of willpower, involuntary reactions, all that sort of thing..." The Naga Queen was openly tickling her target's ticklish points now, not holding back as her expert fingers stroked under arms and scratched at ribs and tweaked the flesh of her sides. Poor Dyellza... maybe. It was hard not to smirk in a triumphant manner.
Lyriss for her part was quite satisfied with the result. The drow had howled with laughter from the first, which had quickly prompted the queen to gag her, and from then on out it had been simply delightful, the wriggling form never giving up and never ceasing to resist, while at the same time the fruitless efforts had produced more panicked energy and yet stronger struggling. But when she reached that point of exhaustion... yes, that would be exquisite. There was a growing sense of panic in the girl's eyes; she must have realized that her strength was approaching its limits. Time to totally set the hook... "It seems our debate partner is growing weary of this topic," Lyriss commented. "I think we should do the honorable thing and let her reflect on the error in her judgment, so that next time she might be prepared for it better..." Shock registered in Dyellza's, the suspicion that it was a trick warring with the hope that it wasn't. But for Lyriss' case, she would simply allow her to leave... this time. Let her remember that the Naga Queen had held her in the palm of a hand... and let her go.
Jaynin stopped teasing once the tail was unwound from Dyellza's body, and with a great effort the drow girl tried to walk steadily back to the door, but her steps were wobbly and she nearly fell. It took her a moment to remember to untie the gag around her mouth, and she threw the Queen's cloth bindings to the floor, but held her tongue and summoned her dignity to walk to the door and march out - only to have a loud squeal followed by a curse sound faintly through the door as the guards teased her ego one last time. With that done, Jaynin smiled, and deposited himself into Lyriss' lap. The Naga Queen began to stroke his arms gently, as she liked to do when she was in thought. There was silence for a few minutes, broken by neither of them, as Lyriss seemed to be thinking deeply about something and Jaynin simply enjoyed the feel of her soft skin against his bare back, the gentle tease of her nails against his flesh.
Presently, Lyriss spoke up. "I think I'll retire for the night," she said, leaving her consort on the cushion, from where he pouted cutely, drawing a remark from the Queen. "And don't pout. You don't fool me one bit. You can be patient for a minute or so." With that said, the Queen removed her cloth binding and replaced it with a loose wrap that she wore for sleep, put out most of the lights, and then went to the pile of cushions she used for sleeping before beckoning her consort over. "I actually wanted to talk to you for a bit, too." Obediently, but with a grin, he squirmed in beside her, earning a kiss on the cheek - and then surprising Lyriss by moving, and kissing the naga more firmly on the mouth. The Naga Queen found herself warming up, tail wiggling a bit and then curling around his left leg in an instinctive gesture of possession, then withdrew, and smiled at him in the dim light. "I've noticed that with tickle toys," she whispered huskily. "No matter how much they deny it, whenever they see another getting that attention, they inevitably want it, too." A soft click, and Jaynin's wrists were secured to the floor by the reactive metal hiddin within. Her fingers stroked gently down his arms, and ever so very softly drifted into his underarms. He obliged her with an immediate giggle.
"Ticklish tickle boy," she cooed. Laying beside him, she used just one of her six hands to tickle across his chest, letting that finger wander across his body slowly. She knew the spots that drove him wild, and divided her attention between those that merely made him giggle, and those that made him gasp and grin widely, feeling a little thrill run up her spine every time she guided her finger to one of the underarms, or traced on the bottom of his pectoral muscle. But it was all very gentle; he didn't laugh very much, just closed his eyes and let the finger wander across his body without resistance, playing an unspoken game with her. He tried not to laugh, tried his best to lay still for her, knowing she would go easy on him sometimes to let him relax, knowing that other times she would deliberately seek out weak points. Aside from his soft gasping and the slight shifting upon the silken sheets, there was no other sound.
Gently the finger teased around his upper body. At times it would just stroke aimlessly, not focusing on any one particular spot, but instead grazing ticklish points now and again. Lyriss forced herself not to focus on those points. She was teasing herself as much as him, not letting herself tickle him silly, knowing that instead she had all the time in the world to gently tickle his sensitive body. When she introduced a second hand into the equation, levering herself up on two elbows so she could use both of the hands from her topmost set of arms, the reaction was an immediate, deep gasp, a sound that made the Naga Queen grin widely. Her fingers, all ten of them, started from his underarms and dragged down, hooked like claws but touching just lightly on the skin, and tickled from underarms to hips, upon which time she moved them back up and did it again. It was getting to be too much to bear. Lyriss licked her lips as he gasped and arched his back, letting her take the time to slowly drag her fingers across his ribs and down over his stomach, teasing the taut flesh.
"I'm going crazy," she murmured into his ear. "Give me permission to tickle your armpits... please. I can't take this teasing anymore." It was a powerful statement, her voice charged with jolts of eroticism. Giving her captive the choice - the illusion of power - of avoiding his torment... Lyriss knew he would give permission. Seeing him permit his own torment, right in front of her very eyes, was a thrill that sent her stomach fluttering wildly. Seeing that deep breath, that tentative nod, the pre-ticklish grin... "Thank you," she whispered into his ear, fingers finding his underarms, starting to stroke at random, scratching like a spider's legs, except this spider was on a treadmill and walking in the same place over and over again. "Howl for me. Laugh for me, my little incubus consort, I want to hear your voice..." Soft chuckles and snorts escaped his lips, but still he held on...
Lyriss gently laid on his hip, facing up towards his head, and brought all of her fingers to bear. He broke into laughter so easily, when her fingers started tickling just below the nipples, circling the sensitive soft buds of flesh before tracing down to the outline of his muscle, smiling at the music of the first laugh, the first unsuppressed giggle, the first escapee that heralded the flood... She paced her consort, tickling him just enough to keep the laughter flowing, enough to have him raise his hips to bump teasingly against her side, enough to feel his leg start to struggle as the tail which held it kept him pinned in place. But she didn't go hard enough to push him into the hysterical, squirming, red-cheeked phase of helpless laughter. And still he laughed... and laughed... and laughed. It wasn't the kind of laughing to steal his breath away. Just enough to keep him giggling... in a way, that was much worse than emptying his lungs in laughter. Lyriss found herself delighting in the soft skin, the gentle wriggling of the warm body beneath her. Mischief twinkled in her eyes, but she kept her grin to herself and leaned in to nibble upon his ear.
The incubus was, for his part, feeling his body slowly sink beneath the quicksand of this sensation, washing over his body slowly but steadily and threatening to engulf him completely. It teased his chest, making his skin prickle, and danced under his arms and along his sides in an unpredicable jagged electrical sensation. The sudden touches at his soft spots, launched as if going to suddenly tickle the wind out of him, caused his breath to catch in an expression of surprise, but always let off with just a tease, just a scratch. Then his ear... Heat blossomed out through his entire body, inevitably flooding through his stomach and into his crotch, something he tried to resist but failed utterly at, and he knew that Queen Lyriss was undoubtedly aware of the firmness that was rubbing on her side. She smiled at him then, planting another kiss on his lips, a soft one, but one that she held for awhile, biting at his lower lip and tugging playfully, feeding on his giggling, licking at his cheek as if to taste his flesh. She had to speak. He knew she wanted to say something, but waiting for her to say it was driving him mad, making him arch his back involuntarily and groan with suspense...
"The soft tease is just another kind of torture in and of itself, isn't it? My dear incubus Jaynin," Lyriss breathed. "But that's all right. I like to tease you and have you rub against me... you're just so soft and sensitive that I could never let you go. I do, however..." she broke off to kiss him again, and then laid down beside him, letting him breathe once more as she returned to just tickling his chest with a single finger. "I find you a lot more clever and sneaky than I had thought. Clever enough that I'm wondering if I might make use of you for a little something I have in mind..." He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him with a finger pressed to his lips. "Just listen for a moment. I have quite a rowdy force of guards, I'm sure you know, and sometimes they get a little out of hand with their fun and their play. But I can never find any indication of it." She kissed his chest, making Jaynin moan. "So that's where you come in," she whispered, licking at his nipple softly. "Yes... with another I would worry over the unknown possibilities, the chance that things might go wrong... but I know you have the stamina and the tricky nature to make your way out relatively unscathed."
Her eyes glittered as she nibbled upon his ear. "Your job... will be to wander into the guards' quarters..." Her fingers walked down his stomach, dancing teasingly around his feathered shaft, and the Naga Queen's eyes grinned with wicked amusement. "And once there... you'll do something you're very good at." She licked his cheek, cupping his dick in her hand and giving his balls a light squeeze. "You're going to howl. You're going to squeal and fight and wriggle... You're going to tease them with your deceptively submissive nature... and you're going to induce them to do their very worst to you." Lyriss noted with glee how her consort's hair was standing on end with excitement. "That's when you'll find out what it is they're really up to... and then after that, find some way to get yourself free and come back to me. I'm sure you'll know when the time is right."
"Mmmmmm... I like the sound of this assignment," Jaynin breathed gently. "I assume you'll be freeing me from these cute little shackles so I can go about my business...?"
Lyriss' grin before she kissed him was downright predatory.
"Of course not."
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The guards' quarters were more or less like any other such location that one might care to imagine, although in this case instead of bunk beds, each naga had her own padded alcove and a few drawers in which to put personal belongings. The rest of the space was given over to lounging naga, talking naga, and naga playing various games amongst themselves. More than a few were drinking. Jaynin sidled into the noisy, rowdy hall, home to roughly a hundred naga, of whom about half were on duty currently. His entry went mostly unnoticed due to the general noise of conversation, so he decided to find the naga who had the biggest breasts, found a possible candidate, and worked his way into her lap while she spoke with the others who were nearby.
It was amusing, in a way, to see the process develop. No sooner had he found himself a spot in that lap than a nearby naga had pulled the string out of his thong and then it was lost somewhere in the activity. But that wasn't before he had reached up behind the naga and tugged at her cloth binding, only to touch his wrists together accidentally. Her fingers came down slowly, stroking against his arms, the very light and gentle touch that sent him wiggling almost immediately, though he didn't giggle. Not a word of acknowledgment was spoken about any of it; the naga kept chatting idly, accepting his presence and starting their fun without even breaking stride. In fact, he was starting to get the impression that they were playing an unspoken game with him; the first one to acknowledge that she wanted to play would be the loser, and the penalty would be... well, he could guess that. Already a soft hand was stroking his feathered shaft to firmness. He decided to up the ante a little, and gently squirmed and shifted until the naga's stroking fingernails started approaching the sensitive underarms. There was a collective holding of breath and biting of lips as her fingers drifted into the underarm...
Jaynin giggled, just slightly, just enough to suggest that he hadn't meant to let it go, and screwed up his facial expression in that ticklish grin suggestive of repressing laughs just waiting to boil out. The naga might have been said to be on the edges of their seats, except they weren't in seats... but one of them just apparently couldn't wait, and her tail tip stroked gently along the bare sole facing her, causing the incubus to draw his leg up in a gasp, and the other assorted naga all squealed and pointed at the guilty party with glee, finally releasing the tension in a rush of babble: "Isn't he the Queen's little toy?" "I wonder why he came down this way. Why don't we have some fun?" "I heard he was not only sensitive but really sweet, too. Look how he teases!" It was as if the dam had broken, the naga wiggled forward, leaning all over their comrade and pinning Jaynin against her body, their fingers starting to explore, although they seemed significantly more horny than Queen Lyriss and more than a few took interest in his feathered shaft... "I heard it's unbearable to have this thrust between your tits. They made one of the Queen's advisers wear a shirt and let him stuff this feathered cock in there." A collective shudder went up amongst the naga, and as if of one mind they released their tops. swarming over him now, a tumbling, teasing, touching mass of giggling naga...
Before too long he was shackled firmly to the wall, held in place by that odd reactive metal which seemed to be everywhere in this palace - Jaynin surmised that he wasn't the first to receive the treatment of the strange metal bonds. He wasn't even touching the ground, suspended entirely a foot off the floor to compensate for the fact that the naga were all taller than he was. But that, seemingly, was the last thing he could clearly remember, because it was not long after that the tickling began. Naga lounged on the floor just beneath him so they could tickle his feet, running their fingernails up and down along his soles, tickling at his toes gently with their tongues and tail tips, and also idly tickling up along his legs as high as they could reach. They seemed to realize fairly quickly that his feet just weren't as ticklish as other areas, and so they decided to explore upwards a little...
There was a room-wide sigh of delight when the first finger teased his testicles and brought forth a cry of laughter. "Tickle him until he cums," one urged, and despite the fact that he shook his head frantically, the naga soon brought forth the two best, as well as the busty naga he had curled up with before, teasing him with big, round breasts and sultry looks as she licked her lips and wiggled before him. As much as he wanted to just focus on that, the ticklish feeling of fingers along his balls, running along his shaft, and tickling the tip was just too much to bear. The one teasing him would periodically lean forward, lick the tip, and make as if to take it into her mouth... and then laugh, giggling at his groan of frustration while the tortuously slow orgasm built within him, driven forward by the ticklish fingers which teased around his balls. They tickled behind his sack, stroked all up and down the underside and ran fingernails around the sensitive head and tip, and pinched his ass gently. Yet still the slow-build up wasn't enough torment for them...
The one who'd been teasing him apparently got bored with not being able to touch, and slipped around the side, leaning forward so she could deliver a kiss... right on one of his nipples. As if on cue Jaynin shivered and his cock twitched, but didn't quite produce the release they wanted... another one caught on, and attached herself to his other nipple. Inevitably, their fingers came down to his sides, stroking and teasing, expanding their fingers in a gentle flick, and then bringing them together again in a slow-motion scratching that drove him wild. Through the entire ordeal he had been torn, unable to decide whether to moan or to laugh... the suckling on his nipples made him grow warm inside, the feeling that he wanted to shoot growing rapidly, his back arching as if in preparation. But then the tickling would increase imperceptibly, tickling the sensitive spot behind his sack or slipping into his navel to wiggle, and that would be just enough to deny an orgasm, and he'd cry out in frustrated laughter. They'd avoided his underarms to this point, though, or his chest...
He knew this couldn't be the thing that Lyriss had sent him to seek out. It was... as torturous as it was to have these naga swarm over him with soft, ticklish touches, he knew that it wasn't really all that bad. No... it could be much worse. It would get much worse, he knew. Just a simple orgasm denial by ticklish teasing was hardly worth mentioning considering what the naga could think up to do with him. It felt more like a test than anything; already, he realized, a few of them had reached in, taken their turns at tickling his balls or his hips or his legs and feet, and satisfied themselves that he really was that sensitive, and then wandered off, either to take up duty or to return to what they'd been doing before... knowing, of course, that he would be available for each one's individual attention later on. The constant changing kept him floating in an odd sort of limbo, caught not only between orgasm and laughter, but also between the deep, hysterical, struggling laughter and the light, playful, teasing giggling. On top of all that one of the naga kept brushing against his shaft incidentally, and the attention was really unbearable...
All at once the naga broke away and went back to what it was they had been doing, and in their place was a naga whose size was second only to that of Lyriss. Jaynin felt an almost instant ache to leap into her lap when he looked into her mesmerizing eyes, a deep breath catching in his throat as he tried not to consider the size of her bust. "Well, well..." For such a large naga, her voice was an unbearable sultry purr. The incubus realized he was immensely turned on, and tried to adjust his mind to cope with that fact. "It's been quite a while since the Queen let us play with such a pretty pet." Her hands almost immediately went to his underarms and began tickling firmly; Jaynin howled, and noticed with a measure of internal confusion that it felt good to finally get tickled like this... "I'm the Guard Captain of the Royal Guard, you see." Her front pressed up against his chest, the size of her bust forcing her to crane her neck and lean in as she mashed her breasts against his body. "I would say that I let cute boys call me by my first name, but cute boys never have enough breath to speak." Her ticklish fingers had reached his hips as well, and her lowest set of hands was tickling his sack and stroking his cock... the incubus moaned in ticklish pleasure, feeling a thrill swirl around in the pit of his stomach...
A click let him fall away from the wall, but the Guard Captain caught him and slid off with him to the far end of the room, where the largest alcove lay, and gave him a toss onto the pile of cushions she had arrayed haphazardly in the small niche. "Now be a good boy," she said, unfastening her top and beckoning him over once she had arranged herself, "and help me relax while I go over these reports." Jaynin didn't need to be told twice, and eagerly attached his lips to the first big, round breast presented to him, closing his eyes and losing himself in sensation. He didn't need sight; the soft, tasty flesh of the naga's breast caressed his tongue, the firmer nipple contrasting to that. The feel of one hand stroking through his hair, gently raking his scalp with those fingernails, and another hand idly touching his shaft. That was difficult to deal with, and he shivered, but he tuned everything else out, just focusing on what he could feel and hear; the sound of her fingers against his skin gave him pleasant shivers, the feel of her soft flesh beneath his palms and in his mouth... The other sounds, of naga talking, carousing, playing with each other. The warmth of her body against his. The soft shivers of the Captain as she shifted about beneath his touches, his teases.
Time swirled around him and became meaningless as his senses seemed to partially shut down, leaving him in a timeless warm daze, almost like he was dozing off, but so much more pleasant than that... Finally she seemed to finish what she had been doing, and murmured softly in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, telling him to roll onto his back and open his eyes. Reluctantly he did so, abandoning the warm darkness, but to see her and feel her pressed against his front side... "Raise your arms," came the softly whispered command, and he did so, feeling two fingertips instantly search for each sensitive hollow and begin tickling, drawing laughter and eliciting squirming. At the same time she started to pump his shaft, to really pump it and make him moan, whispering thanks for the release he had been waiting so long to experience. "Mmm... that's right, my healthy little slave boy. Give me a nice big orgasm, give it everything you've got..." The sultry whispers in his ear, the tickling under his arms, the way she rubbed her breasts on his side... "Look at you, though, little wriggly one. Isn't this just paradise for you? You know you can't ever get away from these tickling fingers, and why would you want to... after all..."
"You're getting so hard from being tickled. Mhm hmm hm..." The Captain giggled as the sultry twist of her voice finally did the poor boy in, his hips arching up in a cry of pleasure as feathers sprayed everywhere, prompting giggles from other naga as well as a few sighs of longing or mutters of disappointment that said explosion had not happened between a pair of particularly ticklish tits. "Just think about your happy days trapped in here... tickled silly, your rod thrust in between huge, firm tits, no need to worry about clothing... but, that's in the future." She put a single fingertip to his lips and smiled, nibbling upon his earlobe. "I want you to think about one thing, and one thing only right now. Can you do that for me?" she asked, soothingly, her fingers tracing gentle, affectionate circles in his underarms. When he nodded, she brought her lips so close to his ear that he could hear her soft breathing, feel the warm air make his ear tingle, and strained to hear the words that made his entire body prickle:
"Think about how sensitive a boy gets after he spurts."
"Oh, that's all right. Just try your best, we won't be upset if you can't quite keep up." Lyriss winked at him, grinning widely as his fingers started to carefully stroke over Dyellza's soles, tickling the drow girl's sensitive feet. Given the intensity of the squealing and struggling that this motion prompted, Jaynin guessed that the drow ambassador, a frequent instigator of ticklish plots and games, was herself quite ticklish. "See, there you go. Just try to be a little more... hm... persuasive with your argument," Queen Lyriss said after a moment of studying him. She reached down to the left foot, where his fingers were tracing a gentle pattern up and down the twitching sole, and demonstrated with her own technique, using the fingernails to more firmly scratch at the soft skin. It produced another burst of laughter from the muffled drow, who had one of the Queen's spare wraps stuffed in her mouth and tied there with yet another, and her small arms could be felt in the tight, powerful coil of the queen's tail trying to pull themselves free.
"I could never wield a word so skillfully as you, my Queen," Jaynin breathed, with a note of fawning in his voice, and the big naga chuckled softly. He tried to be a little firmer in his teasing, using his fingertips to wiggle at the base of her toes and tickle the ball of her foot, and it did indeed seem to be quite effective. Lyriss, meanwhile, had Dyellza wrapped in her tail from ankles to waist, leaving her midriff exposed, and then her arms were pinned to her sides by a tight coil around her chest. Feeling the struggles of these arms, Lyriss started tickling Dyellza's sides to spur her struggling on still more - the little drow was giggling, her face contorted into an expression of irritation that kept distorting from all the giggling she was doing, but she still had quite a lot of fight left in her. Lyriss tickled her sides with expert teasing pinches, tormenting the soft dark gray skin of the small girl, and when she felt Dyellza's struggling rise to an even greater pitch, she loosened her tail's hold on the drow's upper body.
Dyellza, caught by surprise but looking to make full advantage of the queen's slip, thrust her arms up above her head to clear them from the tail's grip, and promptly had her wrists caught by the naga's waiting hands. A dismayed, muffled yell earned a smile from the Naga Queen and Dyellza suddenly realized she'd been baited into exposing the rest of her upper body, as the coil loosened and slid over Dyellza's head, showing where the black cloth wrap covered her modesty. Now the naga's attack could begin in earnest, and she showed no signs of slowing down. "Ah, you see," Queen Lyriss said, as her fingers crept into Dyellza's underarms, "our little ambassador has let passion get the better of her reason and exposed a rather wide hole in her side of the argument. Now, you see, this is a polite discussion, so we'll merely gently probe into the opening..."
Gently probing was the proper term for it, as the Queen's four free hands descended, experimenting with the soft flesh, tweaking it a little bit here, teasing it a little bit there, teasing into the sides of the tight wrap so as to explore the ribs that lay hidden beneath... Dyellza's struggling grew increasingly frantic as muffled giggling threatened to burst the gag due to all the pressure of pent-up laughter, or so she thought. "Were this a serious argument against a different opponent, we would have to be more forceful in our use of the exposed point she left in her argument... but for now, let us simply explore the various opportunities that we have when such an opening is created." Lyriss' fingers wandered over every curve and slight roll in Dyellza's body, teasing the border between ribs and sides by letting her fingers trace over the slight bump of the drow's ribcage, letting her fingers descend into the valleys between ribs only to climb back out with apparent effort, scrabbling up the slight ridges of her ribs, so perfectly defined by her stretched-out position...
It was a moment in the incubus' mind where he could perfectly empathize with the victim, even as his fingers wandered over her soft feet, finding sensitive points and probing insistently at them, wishing for a tool or fingernails to provide that devastatingly effective scratching pressure that Lyriss could... He could easily see himself in this same position, feel the fingers tickling the same spots on his body, and he knew how effective the Naga Queen was when it came to tickling her prey. The experience was all the more powerful for that, and yet because he knew exactly what it felt like, all the more enjoyable to watch it... Dyellza's pretty little face was starting to flush with her exertions, the contrary little drow unwilling to give up the struggle entirely. Something occurred to him then, and turning to Lyriss, he asked with absolute innocence, "If I may ask, why were you having this discussion with... the drow ambassador in the first place?" Lyriss' answer was to dig her nails more firmly into the pliant flesh, the first hint of a wicked grin showing as she made the girl howl.
"Oh, you see, the good little drow was ever so curious about what it was like to be tickled, you see, and she wanted to know if it was really as debilitating as it looked. You know that our sneaky little one here is a great instigator amongst the palace dignitaries... and it's really quite entertaining. But she was of the opinion that it really wasn't that hard to resist even if turned on her." Dyellza's distressed mumbling and what sounded like screeching from behind the gag seemed to indicate that this was not what had happened at all, but playing along with the fiction was amusing, if for no other reason than to tease her. Lyriss stroked her fingernails all along the soft midriff, earning herself another squeal of laughter and a panicked groan as the drow girl realized her strength was rapidly waning. "So it really got quite philosophical from there; discussions of willpower, involuntary reactions, all that sort of thing..." The Naga Queen was openly tickling her target's ticklish points now, not holding back as her expert fingers stroked under arms and scratched at ribs and tweaked the flesh of her sides. Poor Dyellza... maybe. It was hard not to smirk in a triumphant manner.
Lyriss for her part was quite satisfied with the result. The drow had howled with laughter from the first, which had quickly prompted the queen to gag her, and from then on out it had been simply delightful, the wriggling form never giving up and never ceasing to resist, while at the same time the fruitless efforts had produced more panicked energy and yet stronger struggling. But when she reached that point of exhaustion... yes, that would be exquisite. There was a growing sense of panic in the girl's eyes; she must have realized that her strength was approaching its limits. Time to totally set the hook... "It seems our debate partner is growing weary of this topic," Lyriss commented. "I think we should do the honorable thing and let her reflect on the error in her judgment, so that next time she might be prepared for it better..." Shock registered in Dyellza's, the suspicion that it was a trick warring with the hope that it wasn't. But for Lyriss' case, she would simply allow her to leave... this time. Let her remember that the Naga Queen had held her in the palm of a hand... and let her go.
Jaynin stopped teasing once the tail was unwound from Dyellza's body, and with a great effort the drow girl tried to walk steadily back to the door, but her steps were wobbly and she nearly fell. It took her a moment to remember to untie the gag around her mouth, and she threw the Queen's cloth bindings to the floor, but held her tongue and summoned her dignity to walk to the door and march out - only to have a loud squeal followed by a curse sound faintly through the door as the guards teased her ego one last time. With that done, Jaynin smiled, and deposited himself into Lyriss' lap. The Naga Queen began to stroke his arms gently, as she liked to do when she was in thought. There was silence for a few minutes, broken by neither of them, as Lyriss seemed to be thinking deeply about something and Jaynin simply enjoyed the feel of her soft skin against his bare back, the gentle tease of her nails against his flesh.
Presently, Lyriss spoke up. "I think I'll retire for the night," she said, leaving her consort on the cushion, from where he pouted cutely, drawing a remark from the Queen. "And don't pout. You don't fool me one bit. You can be patient for a minute or so." With that said, the Queen removed her cloth binding and replaced it with a loose wrap that she wore for sleep, put out most of the lights, and then went to the pile of cushions she used for sleeping before beckoning her consort over. "I actually wanted to talk to you for a bit, too." Obediently, but with a grin, he squirmed in beside her, earning a kiss on the cheek - and then surprising Lyriss by moving, and kissing the naga more firmly on the mouth. The Naga Queen found herself warming up, tail wiggling a bit and then curling around his left leg in an instinctive gesture of possession, then withdrew, and smiled at him in the dim light. "I've noticed that with tickle toys," she whispered huskily. "No matter how much they deny it, whenever they see another getting that attention, they inevitably want it, too." A soft click, and Jaynin's wrists were secured to the floor by the reactive metal hiddin within. Her fingers stroked gently down his arms, and ever so very softly drifted into his underarms. He obliged her with an immediate giggle.
"Ticklish tickle boy," she cooed. Laying beside him, she used just one of her six hands to tickle across his chest, letting that finger wander across his body slowly. She knew the spots that drove him wild, and divided her attention between those that merely made him giggle, and those that made him gasp and grin widely, feeling a little thrill run up her spine every time she guided her finger to one of the underarms, or traced on the bottom of his pectoral muscle. But it was all very gentle; he didn't laugh very much, just closed his eyes and let the finger wander across his body without resistance, playing an unspoken game with her. He tried not to laugh, tried his best to lay still for her, knowing she would go easy on him sometimes to let him relax, knowing that other times she would deliberately seek out weak points. Aside from his soft gasping and the slight shifting upon the silken sheets, there was no other sound.
Gently the finger teased around his upper body. At times it would just stroke aimlessly, not focusing on any one particular spot, but instead grazing ticklish points now and again. Lyriss forced herself not to focus on those points. She was teasing herself as much as him, not letting herself tickle him silly, knowing that instead she had all the time in the world to gently tickle his sensitive body. When she introduced a second hand into the equation, levering herself up on two elbows so she could use both of the hands from her topmost set of arms, the reaction was an immediate, deep gasp, a sound that made the Naga Queen grin widely. Her fingers, all ten of them, started from his underarms and dragged down, hooked like claws but touching just lightly on the skin, and tickled from underarms to hips, upon which time she moved them back up and did it again. It was getting to be too much to bear. Lyriss licked her lips as he gasped and arched his back, letting her take the time to slowly drag her fingers across his ribs and down over his stomach, teasing the taut flesh.
"I'm going crazy," she murmured into his ear. "Give me permission to tickle your armpits... please. I can't take this teasing anymore." It was a powerful statement, her voice charged with jolts of eroticism. Giving her captive the choice - the illusion of power - of avoiding his torment... Lyriss knew he would give permission. Seeing him permit his own torment, right in front of her very eyes, was a thrill that sent her stomach fluttering wildly. Seeing that deep breath, that tentative nod, the pre-ticklish grin... "Thank you," she whispered into his ear, fingers finding his underarms, starting to stroke at random, scratching like a spider's legs, except this spider was on a treadmill and walking in the same place over and over again. "Howl for me. Laugh for me, my little incubus consort, I want to hear your voice..." Soft chuckles and snorts escaped his lips, but still he held on...
Lyriss gently laid on his hip, facing up towards his head, and brought all of her fingers to bear. He broke into laughter so easily, when her fingers started tickling just below the nipples, circling the sensitive soft buds of flesh before tracing down to the outline of his muscle, smiling at the music of the first laugh, the first unsuppressed giggle, the first escapee that heralded the flood... She paced her consort, tickling him just enough to keep the laughter flowing, enough to have him raise his hips to bump teasingly against her side, enough to feel his leg start to struggle as the tail which held it kept him pinned in place. But she didn't go hard enough to push him into the hysterical, squirming, red-cheeked phase of helpless laughter. And still he laughed... and laughed... and laughed. It wasn't the kind of laughing to steal his breath away. Just enough to keep him giggling... in a way, that was much worse than emptying his lungs in laughter. Lyriss found herself delighting in the soft skin, the gentle wriggling of the warm body beneath her. Mischief twinkled in her eyes, but she kept her grin to herself and leaned in to nibble upon his ear.
The incubus was, for his part, feeling his body slowly sink beneath the quicksand of this sensation, washing over his body slowly but steadily and threatening to engulf him completely. It teased his chest, making his skin prickle, and danced under his arms and along his sides in an unpredicable jagged electrical sensation. The sudden touches at his soft spots, launched as if going to suddenly tickle the wind out of him, caused his breath to catch in an expression of surprise, but always let off with just a tease, just a scratch. Then his ear... Heat blossomed out through his entire body, inevitably flooding through his stomach and into his crotch, something he tried to resist but failed utterly at, and he knew that Queen Lyriss was undoubtedly aware of the firmness that was rubbing on her side. She smiled at him then, planting another kiss on his lips, a soft one, but one that she held for awhile, biting at his lower lip and tugging playfully, feeding on his giggling, licking at his cheek as if to taste his flesh. She had to speak. He knew she wanted to say something, but waiting for her to say it was driving him mad, making him arch his back involuntarily and groan with suspense...
"The soft tease is just another kind of torture in and of itself, isn't it? My dear incubus Jaynin," Lyriss breathed. "But that's all right. I like to tease you and have you rub against me... you're just so soft and sensitive that I could never let you go. I do, however..." she broke off to kiss him again, and then laid down beside him, letting him breathe once more as she returned to just tickling his chest with a single finger. "I find you a lot more clever and sneaky than I had thought. Clever enough that I'm wondering if I might make use of you for a little something I have in mind..." He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him with a finger pressed to his lips. "Just listen for a moment. I have quite a rowdy force of guards, I'm sure you know, and sometimes they get a little out of hand with their fun and their play. But I can never find any indication of it." She kissed his chest, making Jaynin moan. "So that's where you come in," she whispered, licking at his nipple softly. "Yes... with another I would worry over the unknown possibilities, the chance that things might go wrong... but I know you have the stamina and the tricky nature to make your way out relatively unscathed."
Her eyes glittered as she nibbled upon his ear. "Your job... will be to wander into the guards' quarters..." Her fingers walked down his stomach, dancing teasingly around his feathered shaft, and the Naga Queen's eyes grinned with wicked amusement. "And once there... you'll do something you're very good at." She licked his cheek, cupping his dick in her hand and giving his balls a light squeeze. "You're going to howl. You're going to squeal and fight and wriggle... You're going to tease them with your deceptively submissive nature... and you're going to induce them to do their very worst to you." Lyriss noted with glee how her consort's hair was standing on end with excitement. "That's when you'll find out what it is they're really up to... and then after that, find some way to get yourself free and come back to me. I'm sure you'll know when the time is right."
"Mmmmmm... I like the sound of this assignment," Jaynin breathed gently. "I assume you'll be freeing me from these cute little shackles so I can go about my business...?"
Lyriss' grin before she kissed him was downright predatory.
"Of course not."
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The guards' quarters were more or less like any other such location that one might care to imagine, although in this case instead of bunk beds, each naga had her own padded alcove and a few drawers in which to put personal belongings. The rest of the space was given over to lounging naga, talking naga, and naga playing various games amongst themselves. More than a few were drinking. Jaynin sidled into the noisy, rowdy hall, home to roughly a hundred naga, of whom about half were on duty currently. His entry went mostly unnoticed due to the general noise of conversation, so he decided to find the naga who had the biggest breasts, found a possible candidate, and worked his way into her lap while she spoke with the others who were nearby.
It was amusing, in a way, to see the process develop. No sooner had he found himself a spot in that lap than a nearby naga had pulled the string out of his thong and then it was lost somewhere in the activity. But that wasn't before he had reached up behind the naga and tugged at her cloth binding, only to touch his wrists together accidentally. Her fingers came down slowly, stroking against his arms, the very light and gentle touch that sent him wiggling almost immediately, though he didn't giggle. Not a word of acknowledgment was spoken about any of it; the naga kept chatting idly, accepting his presence and starting their fun without even breaking stride. In fact, he was starting to get the impression that they were playing an unspoken game with him; the first one to acknowledge that she wanted to play would be the loser, and the penalty would be... well, he could guess that. Already a soft hand was stroking his feathered shaft to firmness. He decided to up the ante a little, and gently squirmed and shifted until the naga's stroking fingernails started approaching the sensitive underarms. There was a collective holding of breath and biting of lips as her fingers drifted into the underarm...
Jaynin giggled, just slightly, just enough to suggest that he hadn't meant to let it go, and screwed up his facial expression in that ticklish grin suggestive of repressing laughs just waiting to boil out. The naga might have been said to be on the edges of their seats, except they weren't in seats... but one of them just apparently couldn't wait, and her tail tip stroked gently along the bare sole facing her, causing the incubus to draw his leg up in a gasp, and the other assorted naga all squealed and pointed at the guilty party with glee, finally releasing the tension in a rush of babble: "Isn't he the Queen's little toy?" "I wonder why he came down this way. Why don't we have some fun?" "I heard he was not only sensitive but really sweet, too. Look how he teases!" It was as if the dam had broken, the naga wiggled forward, leaning all over their comrade and pinning Jaynin against her body, their fingers starting to explore, although they seemed significantly more horny than Queen Lyriss and more than a few took interest in his feathered shaft... "I heard it's unbearable to have this thrust between your tits. They made one of the Queen's advisers wear a shirt and let him stuff this feathered cock in there." A collective shudder went up amongst the naga, and as if of one mind they released their tops. swarming over him now, a tumbling, teasing, touching mass of giggling naga...
Before too long he was shackled firmly to the wall, held in place by that odd reactive metal which seemed to be everywhere in this palace - Jaynin surmised that he wasn't the first to receive the treatment of the strange metal bonds. He wasn't even touching the ground, suspended entirely a foot off the floor to compensate for the fact that the naga were all taller than he was. But that, seemingly, was the last thing he could clearly remember, because it was not long after that the tickling began. Naga lounged on the floor just beneath him so they could tickle his feet, running their fingernails up and down along his soles, tickling at his toes gently with their tongues and tail tips, and also idly tickling up along his legs as high as they could reach. They seemed to realize fairly quickly that his feet just weren't as ticklish as other areas, and so they decided to explore upwards a little...
There was a room-wide sigh of delight when the first finger teased his testicles and brought forth a cry of laughter. "Tickle him until he cums," one urged, and despite the fact that he shook his head frantically, the naga soon brought forth the two best, as well as the busty naga he had curled up with before, teasing him with big, round breasts and sultry looks as she licked her lips and wiggled before him. As much as he wanted to just focus on that, the ticklish feeling of fingers along his balls, running along his shaft, and tickling the tip was just too much to bear. The one teasing him would periodically lean forward, lick the tip, and make as if to take it into her mouth... and then laugh, giggling at his groan of frustration while the tortuously slow orgasm built within him, driven forward by the ticklish fingers which teased around his balls. They tickled behind his sack, stroked all up and down the underside and ran fingernails around the sensitive head and tip, and pinched his ass gently. Yet still the slow-build up wasn't enough torment for them...
The one who'd been teasing him apparently got bored with not being able to touch, and slipped around the side, leaning forward so she could deliver a kiss... right on one of his nipples. As if on cue Jaynin shivered and his cock twitched, but didn't quite produce the release they wanted... another one caught on, and attached herself to his other nipple. Inevitably, their fingers came down to his sides, stroking and teasing, expanding their fingers in a gentle flick, and then bringing them together again in a slow-motion scratching that drove him wild. Through the entire ordeal he had been torn, unable to decide whether to moan or to laugh... the suckling on his nipples made him grow warm inside, the feeling that he wanted to shoot growing rapidly, his back arching as if in preparation. But then the tickling would increase imperceptibly, tickling the sensitive spot behind his sack or slipping into his navel to wiggle, and that would be just enough to deny an orgasm, and he'd cry out in frustrated laughter. They'd avoided his underarms to this point, though, or his chest...
He knew this couldn't be the thing that Lyriss had sent him to seek out. It was... as torturous as it was to have these naga swarm over him with soft, ticklish touches, he knew that it wasn't really all that bad. No... it could be much worse. It would get much worse, he knew. Just a simple orgasm denial by ticklish teasing was hardly worth mentioning considering what the naga could think up to do with him. It felt more like a test than anything; already, he realized, a few of them had reached in, taken their turns at tickling his balls or his hips or his legs and feet, and satisfied themselves that he really was that sensitive, and then wandered off, either to take up duty or to return to what they'd been doing before... knowing, of course, that he would be available for each one's individual attention later on. The constant changing kept him floating in an odd sort of limbo, caught not only between orgasm and laughter, but also between the deep, hysterical, struggling laughter and the light, playful, teasing giggling. On top of all that one of the naga kept brushing against his shaft incidentally, and the attention was really unbearable...
All at once the naga broke away and went back to what it was they had been doing, and in their place was a naga whose size was second only to that of Lyriss. Jaynin felt an almost instant ache to leap into her lap when he looked into her mesmerizing eyes, a deep breath catching in his throat as he tried not to consider the size of her bust. "Well, well..." For such a large naga, her voice was an unbearable sultry purr. The incubus realized he was immensely turned on, and tried to adjust his mind to cope with that fact. "It's been quite a while since the Queen let us play with such a pretty pet." Her hands almost immediately went to his underarms and began tickling firmly; Jaynin howled, and noticed with a measure of internal confusion that it felt good to finally get tickled like this... "I'm the Guard Captain of the Royal Guard, you see." Her front pressed up against his chest, the size of her bust forcing her to crane her neck and lean in as she mashed her breasts against his body. "I would say that I let cute boys call me by my first name, but cute boys never have enough breath to speak." Her ticklish fingers had reached his hips as well, and her lowest set of hands was tickling his sack and stroking his cock... the incubus moaned in ticklish pleasure, feeling a thrill swirl around in the pit of his stomach...
A click let him fall away from the wall, but the Guard Captain caught him and slid off with him to the far end of the room, where the largest alcove lay, and gave him a toss onto the pile of cushions she had arrayed haphazardly in the small niche. "Now be a good boy," she said, unfastening her top and beckoning him over once she had arranged herself, "and help me relax while I go over these reports." Jaynin didn't need to be told twice, and eagerly attached his lips to the first big, round breast presented to him, closing his eyes and losing himself in sensation. He didn't need sight; the soft, tasty flesh of the naga's breast caressed his tongue, the firmer nipple contrasting to that. The feel of one hand stroking through his hair, gently raking his scalp with those fingernails, and another hand idly touching his shaft. That was difficult to deal with, and he shivered, but he tuned everything else out, just focusing on what he could feel and hear; the sound of her fingers against his skin gave him pleasant shivers, the feel of her soft flesh beneath his palms and in his mouth... The other sounds, of naga talking, carousing, playing with each other. The warmth of her body against his. The soft shivers of the Captain as she shifted about beneath his touches, his teases.
Time swirled around him and became meaningless as his senses seemed to partially shut down, leaving him in a timeless warm daze, almost like he was dozing off, but so much more pleasant than that... Finally she seemed to finish what she had been doing, and murmured softly in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe, telling him to roll onto his back and open his eyes. Reluctantly he did so, abandoning the warm darkness, but to see her and feel her pressed against his front side... "Raise your arms," came the softly whispered command, and he did so, feeling two fingertips instantly search for each sensitive hollow and begin tickling, drawing laughter and eliciting squirming. At the same time she started to pump his shaft, to really pump it and make him moan, whispering thanks for the release he had been waiting so long to experience. "Mmm... that's right, my healthy little slave boy. Give me a nice big orgasm, give it everything you've got..." The sultry whispers in his ear, the tickling under his arms, the way she rubbed her breasts on his side... "Look at you, though, little wriggly one. Isn't this just paradise for you? You know you can't ever get away from these tickling fingers, and why would you want to... after all..."
"You're getting so hard from being tickled. Mhm hmm hm..." The Captain giggled as the sultry twist of her voice finally did the poor boy in, his hips arching up in a cry of pleasure as feathers sprayed everywhere, prompting giggles from other naga as well as a few sighs of longing or mutters of disappointment that said explosion had not happened between a pair of particularly ticklish tits. "Just think about your happy days trapped in here... tickled silly, your rod thrust in between huge, firm tits, no need to worry about clothing... but, that's in the future." She put a single fingertip to his lips and smiled, nibbling upon his earlobe. "I want you to think about one thing, and one thing only right now. Can you do that for me?" she asked, soothingly, her fingers tracing gentle, affectionate circles in his underarms. When he nodded, she brought her lips so close to his ear that he could hear her soft breathing, feel the warm air make his ear tingle, and strained to hear the words that made his entire body prickle:
"Think about how sensitive a boy gets after he spurts."
