Consort and Confidant of the Naga Queen

[Jaynin]

I forgot to cross-post the last two installments to this story on this board, so I'm just tossing them up now on the "better late than never" theory.

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It seemed that, just when Jaynin thought it impossible for the naga to come up with a more maddening method of tickling him than to split his body into four parts and have him tortured by fingers he couldn't see, they decided to prove him wrong and come up with something else. And the worst part of it was that it wasn't even some kind of awful or sinister plan or procedure to tickle his nerve endings raw.

Jaynin had been fitted with snug bracers around his wrists, similar bands of the same comfortable but tight-fitting material around his ankles, neck, and waist, and then been provided with a scrap of cloth tied around his hips as an afterthought, something which often ended up hanging to the side uselessly as he squirmed and rolled around from the attentions he'd been given. They didn't chain him, didn't set him in a cage or a pair of stocks, but rather they used his own body to restrain his actions, coupled with the odd bands he now wore around his ankles, neck, wrists, and waist. The procedure was simple; when two of the bands came into contact with each other, they stuck fast, and no amount of wiggling or struggling would break them apart. There was, needless to say, a lot of wiggling and squirming, none of which availed him in any manner. It was then a simple matter for the naga to restrain him by pressing his wrists to the back of his neck, which they would then stick to, and leave him free to roll around in ticklish helplessness while his torment continued.

The greater problem, and one he hadn't realized at first, was that not only could the naga get him stuck where they wanted, he could also get himself stuck by being careless, such as now. Going to absentmindedly run a hand through his hair had gotten Jaynin's right hand stuck behind his head, a situation that was currently being exploited by one of Lyriss' handmaidens. Lyriss herself was off holding court, meaning that the maids who ensured that her room was kept in order were in, and part of their job was to keep all of the Queen's possessions in order, which apparently included keeping her consort in order. "Kitchy kitchy," the one of them teased, tickling under his raised arm and laughing as he spun around, giggling, trying to swat away her tickling fingers with just one hand. This enabled the second one to raise her feather duster and give it a nice brush down his back, which resulted in him shivering, and trying to reach behind himself to swat away the duster, only to catch his wrist on the band around his waist.

"Sh-shiiiit! Dhahahaha, hahaha, damn it, stooohahahahhoooop!" he cried, twisting helplessly. It was just the relative silliness of the way he'd get stuck and flail around that was irritating... Now the naga had virtually no obstacles whatsoever, aside from him running away, between them and his flesh. They took full advantage of this, of course. One of them was tickling his chest, fingernails teasing at the edges of the muscle before spiraling in to flick upon the bare nipple, teasing and then kissing it softly before running her hands to the ribs where she really started to work at him, scratching firmly and giggling at his sudden howl of laughter. "NYahahahahahahaahAAAAA!! Stooohhooohhooooop that!" he pleaded, stumbling as he tried to jerk away - and touching his ankles together, resulting in them getting crossed, and making him fall to the floor with his legs crossed.

Helpless now, he tried to roll on his back, the irregularity of his arms and legs making even that difficult, and ended up promptly pinned on his front by the weight of a naga's tail across his back. Neither of them spoke, but both giggled as they began tickling everywhere they could reach - feathers in his ass, tickling all down his legs to where fingernails spidered against the soles of his feet, digging in deep between his toes to pull out those deep-seated laughs he had in his chest just waiting to burst out. Because of his position, fingers explored everywhere, along his back, shoulders, and neck, the small of his back and his hips, buttocks, between his legs, along the backs of his knees... and while it didn't make him howl like a traditional assault on his torso and underarms might have, the frustrated struggling and the awkward position tired him out enough that by the time Lyriss returned from her court business, he was rather exhausted, and didn't resist when the Naga Queen did whatever it was that she did - Jaynin suspected she was using some kind of enchantment - and the bonds finally came free. Jaynin rolled onto his back as the handmaidens finally let him go, and laid spread-eagle to prevent any of them from touching each other.

"Got yourself in a little bit of a predicament again, did you?" Lyriss teased, dismissing her handmaidens to wait outside and summoning one of her advisers of something or other. They usually took some time to arrive, and she gestured for him to come sit by her side on the cushion she had prepared specially for him. Jaynin did so, usually unable to resist the advances of the Naga Queen for very long, and knowing firsthand how persuasive she could be. Instead, he took the opportunity to put himself down beside her, lean against the coils of her tail indolently, and run his fingers lightly and lazily up and down her side, just enough to get her to feel it, but not enough to make her start giggling or squirming. "You'll eventually learn to be careful, wearing those, but until you do I guess it'll be fun to watch my handmaidens squeal over you."Jaynin just shrugged and smiled at her, causing Lyriss to chuckle and rustle his hair fondly. Jaynin's finger stroked against her soft side, and he could feel her quiver every once in awhile under her touch, but she lapsed into silence, stroking his hair with one hand.

It wasn't long before another naga came in, with a sheaf of paper indicating something or another. The elven delegation had departed, so it seemed, the terms of that agreement favorable, something or other that he wasn't paying attention to. Lyriss had such wonderfully soft skin. It was a shame that he'd let her get the jump on him, but this position wasn't so terrible for the purposes he had in mind, it just might take a little longer to accomplish what he'd set out to do. Of course, the flip side to that was, whatever reason she had requested the meeting for was now more or less a moot point, since her position to make demands was greatly elevated... Lazily, he pulled himself up to lay across the Queen's lap, idly letting his fingers play along her tail now. In response her lowest pair of hands came down to his side and gently raked fingernails across it. He giggled slightly, trying to twist away from the touch, but she playfully pursued him, all the while talking to the minister of state or whoever it was that she was conferring with...

Gently, Lyriss positioned his hands behind his head, and with a gentle clink they secured themselves into place, allowing her fingers to creep slowly into his underarms and gently stroke them. Try as he might, for he didn't wish to disrupt the conversation, Jaynin couldn't help but giggle a little bit, and then arched his back. Then he realized the other naga was casting periodic glances at his form, her own fingers twitching slightly. Lyriss is teasing her, Jaynin realized suddenly, highly amused by this, and he relaxed slightly, allowing her to freely tickle his underarms and chest, by far her favorite spots. He couldn't stop her and couldn't get free, so he simply wiggled about in her lap and tried not to laugh too hard. But that was proving harder and harder to do; deliberately, Lyriss was tickling more firmly, and focusing on the places that really whipped him into a frenzy, letting her fingers spider down to his chest and stroke along his ribs up and down, a sort of light scratching that drove a gasp from him, causing his body to arch.

"And their promise to... provide a total of... of... twenty grams of arcane dust per... per annum, in exchange for passage through tunnels which... they most certainly won't... won't be... won't... want to use, I have to..." Exasperated, the other naga let out a sigh and her expression turned petulant. "My Queen, can you please dismiss your... consort for the time being? I..."

"You what?" Lyriss asked, arching an eyebrow, and then grinning. "I'm going to assume that you've not yet read the decree I made this morning?" When the other shook her head, Lyriss smirked, and to Jaynin's surprise his bonds came free suddenly. "Any of my advisers who are unable to conduct their business without distraction in the presence of my consort will be punished. I can't have an entire nation of naga who are so easily tempted by a crafty demon, so I have to train my people to resist their wicked wiles, starting with those whom I trust most." The diplomat's expression fell sharply, along with her mouth, and as she tried to stammer the Queen's two handmaidens came in, wielding feather dusters and wide grins. "Now, I don't intend the punishment to be harsh... just a reminder to be diligent." She pointed to the naga-shaped restraint on the wall nearby. "The punishment will be orgasm by breast feathering."

Shock registered openly on the other naga's face, but she could do nothing but comply in a dazed fashion, and soon enough her arms and tail were locked into place, her cloth covering stripped away, and the two handmaidens had started applying feathers to her breasts, both with the feather duster and longer individual feathers, and the effect was... well, devastating.

"NYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAH AA! Ohhhh gods - OHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAAAAHAHA! Hahaha... shehehe... HEEHEHEH... Qu-eehheehHEEHEHEHEHHahahah my Queeehheeheheheheeeen mercy please!!" the captive naga shrieked, hysterical as the two handmaidens teased her breasts with feathers, drawing the single feathers in between her breasts and tickling the cleavage, while the dusters danced lightly on the outside of the large, firm orbs, tickling the edges and letting the more effective long feathers lick at the nipples, which had quickly gone stiff, indicative of the sensitivity of naga breasts. She howled with laughter when they swirled the feather tips around the aureole, tickling the base of the nipples by sliding the long edges of the feathers against the sensitive nubs...

It went on for a minute or so before stopping, but just when she thought she was getting a respite, one of the maids tickled her breasts with fingernails to keep her giggling as the other came up with something that turned her expression to one of dread. "No... no, please, not..." She looked to Lyriss for intervention, but the Naga Queen smiled, stroking her consort's side gently, and indicating that the maid should put the feather-lined top onto the captive naga. Jaynin had learned that tight tops teased the nagas' sensitive breasts to no end, and that tops designed to do that were devastatingly effective...

The only apparent defense against this torment was apparently to go still and breathe as carefully as possible, to minimize the brushing of feathers against one's breasts, and for that reason it was almost always accompanied by an 'inducement' to move - usually, more tickling. But as the maids fit the shirt over her breasts and strapped it on, the captive naga noticed an oddity; there was an oval-shaped cutout at the bottom of it, showing the underside of her cleavage... but when she looked to Lyriss to ask what that was about, her eyes bulged at what she saw; the consort's shaft was... feathered, it was stiff, and Lyriss had just finished applying lotion to its length, getting Jaynin nice and hard... "No... you couldn't... I... hee.. haha... ahhh...!" Just that panicked protest had been enough to tease the naga somewhat, and her chest heaved as she tried to get herself under control.

Guided by the whispers of the Naga Queen, Jaynin slid off of her lap and made his way to the captive naga, the feathered shaft bestowed upon him by Dyellza stiff and eager... and it fit perfectly into the cutout, squeezing in between both of the naga's firm breasts, and not incidentally causing her to shriek. From that point on it was simple hysteria - the feathery coating of the shirt teased her breasts all over with a thousand tiny feathers, keeping every inch of her sensitive flesh stimulated, while the extra-sensitive cleavage was tormented by that firm, feathered rod sliding in and out, in and out... "Don't let up on her," Lyriss whispered sensually, pressing up behind Jaynin and gently tickling his side before reaching past him to cup one of her captive's breasts and give it a gentle bounce, resulting in a soft moan that was quickly lost in the blizzard of laughter. He could only grunt, working his hips upward, nearly standing on tiptoe with the incredible sensation flooding through his body and making him try to thrust faster and faster.The feathers brushed back and forth against the inner side of both breasts, tickling and teasing; the nipples showed as stiff little points, their forms teased ever the more mercilessly as the maids tightened the strings around the back of the outfit, making sure it clung like a second skin...

Jaynin was moaning, Lyriss had a grin on her face suggesting rapture, and the restrained adviser was now swinging between wild shrieks of hysteria and deep moans of pleasure. Soon both the maids had joined in again, tickling under the helplessly restrained arms, swirling their fingers in small little circles that tickled the captive, and then scratching directly through the center of the underarm, teasing the sensitive hollow, following the curves of the skin that were the most sensitive... Lyriss had a pair of hands on her consort, tickling his ribs, and another pair of hands on the lowest set of her captive's ribs, tickling both with a short scratch-scratch sound produced by her fingernails... Jaynin's shaft swished softly, the feather effect driving the naga's tits to a state of intense tingling sensitivity, her jaw stretched wide open as unstoppable laughter tumbled out like an avalanche... Jaynin felt himself starting to give in, to lose himself to the intense erotic pleasure of the whole situation, and when he did, his hips arched upwards fiercely, scrubbing the feathers one last time against the cleavage, and then a spray of fine feathers, more ticklish than anything the naga had ever known, cascaded down through the shirt, getting stuck in places, tumbling down as her frantic motions tickled her more than ever even as the feathered shaft slipped out of the hole and Jaynin slumped back into the arms of the Queen...

Mind-blinding pleasure nearly tore her throat apart in a scream so loud it was a wonder the entire palace didn't hear it, and while she was moaning and crying out her pleasure, the tickling doubled, intensifying so that the cries of orgasmic pleasure mingled with howling, hysterical laughter, which was a mixture that most naga found divine... Though it was only thirty seconds or so before the climactic wave had washed over the poor captive and receded, she was still getting tickled by the handmaidens, who were eagerly exploiting the exposed underarms of their subject, and Lyriss seemed in no hurry to make them stop... "P-pleheheheheheeheheheheeze please my queen..." the naga managed to giggle, burbling slightly as she tried to make her voice coherent through her giggling. "I've heheehhahahaah le-learned my leheheheesson... hehehe... please dhahaha... hehehe... make them stop, I promise, I'll phahahaheheeheh pay attention..."

Lyriss pursed her lips, tapping a finger on her chin in apparent thought... "I guess you have. See to it that next time you aren't so easily distracted." With a nod, she gestured for the handmaidens to release the poor naga, which they did, and led her back out into the hall soon afterward. Jaynin was grinning; maybe this wouldn't be such a bad experience after all... at least, that's what was going through his mind when Lyriss turned to him and pushed him suddenly to the frame where the naga had been just a moment ago. The material of the frame apparently reacted with whatever his bracers were made of, as well as the ones around his neck and waist, and quite suddenly he was stuck fast to the wall, spread-eagled. "Now, as for you..." The Naga Queen's lips curled in a wicked grin. "You need a little work on your stamina, my pet. I can't have you giving out that quickly..."

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"Hmm?" Dyellza, looking innocent as ever, glanced up from where she had a tall, powerfully built drow elf female strapped to a table completely naked. "Yes, what is it?" she asked of the dryad who had come to see her - the same one, incidentally, who had been responsible for the torture of the incubus. Without waiting for a response the small drow ambassador went back to the subject at hand, who had been subjected to Dyellza's fingers for hours now, tickling and probing in all of the very most sensitive spots... Hours of thrashing, cursing, squealing, crying out and then begging had come to naught, and now the girl simply giggled when Dyellza's fingers even so much as approached any ticklish spots, though Dyellza had set out to confuse her from the start by sometimes sliding her fingers in and out of the warm, slick lips between her legs, as she was doing now. It would be the big drow's sixth orgasm, past the point where most beings would be dazed and slack-jawed, but Dyellza's fingers kept the girl's responses acute even to this point in time.

"Just thought you'd like to know," the dryad said, a grin on her face, "the Queen has put that boy of yours into the ring with one of her gladiators... and has said that any of the visiting dignitaries who want to partake in some entertainment can come watch." The smirk on the slight girl's face told Dyellza exactly how she viewed this form of 'entertainment', and with a glance at her currently puffing and moaning subject, Dyellza likewise thought it could possibly be a worthwhile pastime. "I think we might be a little late, but it shouldn't have gone on too long - Lyriss generally makes sure her entertainment lasts." Dyellza nodded agreement, and with a whispered statement to the tied-up drow girl, released her and left her to make her own way back, then nodded at the dryad.

They made it to the arena, which was not really an arena at all but rather a shallow pit with cushions arranged around the upper rim, and a flat, cleared area for the "fighting". Used for informal contests between the Queen's soldiers, or other kinds of contests like this one here, it was a place where the nobility and upper crust could come for "refined" entertainment, although the naga idea of "refined" usually involved mostly naked combatants and a fair amount of sex. Dyellza thought that was just fine. Stepping into the room, which was draped with the usual amount of plush cushions and red silk, she spotted Lyriss at the far end of the room, and in the pit were the incubus boy and one of Lyriss' royal guard by the look of her. At the far end of the pit, Dyellza noticed, a dull black stone was placed on a red tasseled cushion, though she had no idea what it might be for.

What was going on in the pit, though, was fairly obvious. The guard was wielding a long spear whose length ended in something that was buzzing, and held a smaller sword in one of her other hands that was doing likewise, while the incubus had just a somewhat longer sword in his hands which was buzzing like the first two. There must be more to it than buzzing, Dyellza realized, as the naga thrust with her spear, which Jaynin ducked and used as an opening to get in close and run the length of his buzzing sword against her side, which made the naga squeal as if she'd had her tits feathered and hug her side, slashing wildly with her own sword at the incubus, who caught a glancing blow on his knee and went down, rolling across the floor, laughing like the Queen had her hands on him. It took each a fair number of seconds to calm down and regain their senses, but now the incubus was standing oddly, one hand hanging at his side, pressed to his waist...

The naga feinted with the sword, again, and then brought the spear tip up neatly between his legs, rubbing its long buzzing length in a slow, teasing caress against his genitals, making the incubus nearly leap a foot off the floor and scrabble away to the assorted laughter of the noble crowd, giggling as he stumbled toward the odd black stone Dyellza had seen before. The naga moved quickly, trying to bar him, and getting a glancing slash along his back, but he dove for the stone, touched his free hand to it, and with a clinking sound his other hand finally moved from the awkward position at his waist, and he rolled away, losing his sword in the process. When he realized that, he cursed, but the naga was already surging towards him.

Trying to roll away and escape resulted in her snagging one of his legs and holding on tight. Sensing her opportunity, she took the spear tip and traced it along his foot, up and down - and he went ballistic. Hammering his hands on the floor, Jaynin cried out for mercy, begged for her to stop, howled so hard it was a wonder the collective eardrums in the room didn't burst, pleaded and jabbered out any sort of inducement he could think of to try and get free, but the guard just added in the tip of her sword, and the two buzzing points roamed the captive foot. Dyellza couldn't help but smile, wondering where Lyriss had gotten such toys... She glanced at the Naga Queen to see what her response was to all those offers, but the Queen just seemed very highly amused. Dyellza wasn't one for blood sport, even of the bloodless and entertaining variety, but even she felt herself drawn towards this amusing contest...

The naga, it appeared, had forgotten where the incubus' fallen sword lay, so that when he managed to stretch and reach for it, he suddenly turned and twisted, and with a triumphant squeal of laughter, scored her three times, once along the side, another under her arm, and a third which went right between her breasts and sent her cloth cover flying. This was, apparently, far too much for the naga to handle, and she screamed with laughter, throwing her weapons aside in her haste to grab at the sword and turn it aside, as well as protect her sensitive body from it. That proved to be a costly mistake.

Jaynin withdrew, kicked both swords far out of reach, and then took up the spear, turning it on the naga before she had recovered. Using its length to keep far out of her reach, he systematically tickle-tortured her body with the oscillating tip; running it along her back made her giggle, teasing it along her side made her squeal. But running it under her arm made her howl, and when she grabbed at the tip, even that tickled her hand, so she had to let it go with a squeal - and that opened it up for a long stroke between her breasts that ended in her navel.

Dyellza had never seen a serpentine creature move so fast. Even though the ticklish sensation wracked her body - apparently, those tools made it linger - she was up and fleeing from the ring, chased by the teasing jabs of the spear, until finally she had slid out of the ring and out the door, fleeing into the hall to the sound of nobility laughing and cheering. The incubus held the spear over his head in a pose of victory, and then something seemed to occur to him and he brought the spear's tip back down, but the vibration had stopped. Instead, Queen Lyriss spoke: "Is there anyone else who would fancy a match against my consort? I'd been hoping that my guardswoman would have been able to tickle the breath from his tender body, but it appears he's a little bit more of a handful than he appears to be. Isn't there anyone here willing to chastise my naughty incubus boy?"

Hardly had the words left her lips than a female satyr - a sheep girl - with dark gray skin leaped into the ring, taking up both the short and long sword, and assumed a fighting pose, stripping completely to the skin as she entered the ring. Lyriss seemed highly amused by this. "Well, it seems that you have another challenger, dear..." The incubus, still looking at the Queen, realized that the vibration had started again, and as he tried to whirl quickly around to meet the charging sheep-girl, she ducked inside the range of the spear and had both of the blades teasing under his arms in an instant.

Predictably by now, the response was a shriek of laughter and an almost unconscious response to protect oneself... only, as Dyellza now realized, Jaynin had been handicapped from the start. His arms had gone down to his sides to try and protect his underarms, and in doing so, somehow his wrists had gotten stuck to the dull band he wore around his waist... Glancing at the dull black stone, he dropped the spear and tried to twist away, but the female satyr wasn't about to let him go so easily. Getting behind him, the sheep slowly but methodically thrust and slashed, not connecting but making him stumble, seeing as he couldn't use his arms for balance, and above all forcing him away from the stone, circling and feinting to prevent him from making a break for it. Weaponless now, he could only dodge and squeal as some of the blows landed, causing further ticklish torment to the sensitive skin it touched.

Dyellza could feel the crowd collectively creeping forward. She knew what they wanted; she could feel the excitement. They wanted the killing blow, the thrust or feint or pin that would trap him helplessly and leave him at the mercy of the ticklish blades, so that the victor could run them along his body until he howled. And the incubus, given an agility born of desperation, was keeping the tension high as he narrowly twisted away from grazing blows, hopped giggling away from a stroke that had teased his knee - and then ran dead into a stroke that circled his chest. Collective breaths were held as the sandy-haired incubus burst into hysteria, the sheep girl pressing her attack and keeping the point moving, bringing the other short blade she held in her off hand to tease along his legs and thighs...

And with a sort of collective release, the crowd cheered as he went down on his back, and the sheep girl straddled his waist, marking the end of him. Now she could tickle his navel incessantly with a sword point, a tactic that made him howl; an enterprising drider, a being with a spider's abdomen and human torso, picked up the discarded spear and started running it against his testicles, exposed by the way the female satyr sat upon him. Suddenly the dam broke and at least half of the assemblage waded in, giggling, wearing the customary spare clothing of the naga realms to swarm and pin down the struggling incubus...

His hands were freed momentarily, but only so they could be stretched above his head and restrained again. When the sword points found their way into his underarms, he really started to howl. Dyellza couldn't hold back a grin, but she refrained from joining in the swarm, instead looking over at Lyriss... who was looking at her. Their eyes met, and over the din of hysterical male laughter, an invitation was communicated, and accepted. Dyellza made her way to the Naga Queen, eyes glinting mischievously. "I'm glad you're here," Lyriss said, their words masked by the hysteria and excitement in the middle of the ring. "I had something I wanted to discuss with you, privately, if you don't mind..." Dyellza, intrigued by this, wondered if both the match and the messenger had been engineered by Lyriss... and upon realizing that the Queen intended to leave her consort to the mercy of the nobility, who were probably just as bad if not worse than everyday naga in their sensual appetites, Dyellza shivered with a certain kind of glee. With a nod to the Queen, the pair stole off quietly...

Nothing was quiet about the pile that the incubus was caught in, now. The swords had been mostly abandoned, allowing fingertips and tongues to play a greater part in what was happening now. They skated across his chest, stroked his nipples, tore away his loincloth and explored his feathered rod. Lips of all different flavors pressed into his, but in a chorus of giggles, one of the bustier females had taken her cloth binding and used it to blindfold him. Obediently Jaynin kissed back, swarmed under by ticklish female fingers, though the lack of organization made it perhaps a little more bearable... until the sheep girl organized them, taking the feet with a few others and settling down to lick him into hysteria. Those with more delicate fingers, like the drow and the dryads, tickled the expanse of skin between his neck and his waist, finding to their delight that nearly all of it was terribly ticklish.

Still others found their amusement by playing with his testicles and his penis, watching it firm up into a stiff shaft of feathers, which didn't take long to draw the attention of a slime-girl who mounted him, and almost immediately started to quiver from the unbearably ticklish feeling of feathers within her. His hips bucked reflexively, so they tickled his buttocks when he raised them, and delighted in the squeals of ticklish surprise when feathery sensations stroked up the crack of his rear, courtesy of dryad fingers. Ticklish darkness and a sense of unbearable pleasure sliding up and down atop him - Jaynin knew he was being punished for not lasting long enough before orgasm... but he'd had no idea that Lyriss would somehow coerce half the dignified guests at her palace to participate in gang-tickling him.

Time distorted slightly, as it often did for those who had no visual cues, no way to measure the change of things, no ebb and flow readily apparent... just the single constant of tickling, no matter how it changed or what form it took, it was always there... The only thing he could guess at with any kind of certainty was that slowly, the nobles were either becoming satisfied or bored - more likely the former - and drifting back to what it was that they had been doing, until finally Jaynin was panting, with just the sheep girl who had defeated him laying atop his body, removing his blindfold before she kissed him. "Tell me," she said in a soft voice, stroking his chest with a gentle touch, "are you really the Queen's new consort? I've not seen you around here before except in the past few days..."

"For now, I am," he answered, managing to take a deep breath, though as soon as she saw his chest rise she upped her tickling, to make sure that he exhaled it as laughter. "B-hahah-heee... but... but I wasn't raised to be such, not by a long shot. I actually live in a castle some distance away that's connected to the subterranean tunnel system..."

"I think I know where that is," she said to him, giggling as she teased under his arm slightly. His skin was red and flushed, overworked from all the tickling, but he still responded to her tease, enough to goad her into doing it a little more, tickling the worn-out male whom she'd defeated. "I might have to come and visit sometime, if you ever get out of Lyriss' little scheme, that is." She finally stood upright after giving him a kiss on the cheek, and then collected her clothing, leaving Jaynin the only one still in the room.

He didn't return to the Queen's rooms right away, opting instead to visit the kitchens, tease a few maids, get tickled a little bit more, kiss one or two and then get something to eat before he wandered back to the Naga Queen's chambers, wondering where she had gotten to in the time he'd been getting attacked... The guards flanking the chamber entrance admitted him, and both were smirking. That was probably not good... even though he was feeling refreshed and more energetic after his meal, if Lyriss wanted him to giggle, he would have been giggling regardless of his condition, so there was nothing for it but to enter and see what was...

"Oh, you're just in time... the drow ambassador and I were in the middle of a very interesting discussion, and I was wondering if you wanted to join." The Naga Queen chuckled dryly, looking very pleased with herself. Her coils were wrapped snugly around something... Jaynin couldn't see what it was, but then he noticed that sticking out of one side was a smooth, small pair of gray-skinned feet.

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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."

 

[zpoiu]

i Love it keep it up man

 

[juanmiller]

This is really, really good. It's hot, and the characters are engaging enough to keep the story flowing without being a distraction from the hotness. Did I mention it's hot? 🙂