Ticklish&InLove
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Chapter 1: An introduction
Dwyn had seen her before.
Every early evening, in fact.
Just as the sun began to kiss the western sides of the leaves and branches he looked after, he’d begin to anticipate her footsteps. He’d perch high up on a branch, looking for all the world like a part of the tree itself, or a hawk or squirrel. It became a game for him then, tracking her shadow, a lovely slender silhouette, as it traced the nooks and crannies formed by stone, river, mud, grass and ferns. Of course he saw many of her kind quite often in these parts. But the women that came were often too masculine for his liking, choosing to dress like men in baggy pants and huge shoes obviously designed to keep the touch of nature out, away from their bodies. That’s why he liked to watch her, as she reminded him of the maidens he used to charm or frighten back home. Maidens who were either brave or naïve enough to wonder into his woods alone, barefoot, wearing long dresses and singing songs of protection, as if it would do them any good. But even they were cautious enough to cover their hair, lest they should tempt a member of the Tuatha de Danann, someone like him in fact. He found himself chuckling, well, as much as a hawk can chuckle, as he flew from tree to tree following her long reddish brown hair. She never seemed to care if it tangled or got caught on branches. He’d taken advantage of that before – turning his fingers into long flower filled branches just to stroke petals against her cheek. She was very much in her own world, so much so, that he had checked to make sure no other fae had already set their sights on her. If they had, it would have been of little consequence, as love, manliness and mischief had always been his domain.
It was the second that had led him off his island home centuries ago, in a quest to quench his curiosity of the New World. He’d imitated men of every station of life as he’d traversed the countryside. The indigenous people of the New World knew him for what he was immediately, for they had others very much like himself, and in fact, he’d quite enjoyed the company of the native tricksters, running in the form of coyotes or flying in the form of ravens, making each other laugh. But like all ancient ones, he also enjoyed his time alone, and the ancient tricksters of this land had allowed him to move about it freely, just as he had done at home. Like all fae, he looked after the earth, played tricks on those seeking to hurt the Mother or who threatened the Balance. Like all fae, he cured the sick animals, returned the lost babies of the wood to their dens and nests and danced with the evening animals under the moon when humans weren’t looking. Yes, his kind had always been and would always be an invaluable part of the world, regardless if humans remembered their existence or not. But, like all fae, his power increased when others were in fear or better yet, in thrall of him. That kind of intense focus fed his energy faster and more intensely than centuries of merely existing in their mythologies. Mankind had really begun to muck things up too. So now, more than ever, he needed a mortal obsessed with him, either love or fear would do. But toying with a mortal heart had special side benefits that he very much enjoyed…
He slowly turned into a man’s body, the very one that had seduced princesses, nuns and milkmaids alike. It had worked on quite a few modern executives too. He had needs, and had enjoyed a brief interlude in the recent past, but nothing like deliberately enthralling a mortal. He found himself licking his lips as he relaxed his back against the tree trunk, his long legs draped out on top of the branch in feline movement too difficult for a mortal. He knew she wouldn’t question his ability to balance. Mortals always accepted what was in front of their eyes. If it didn’t conform to what they already believed, their brains would conform their perception to their own preconceived limitations. Yes, it had been far too long since he’d ripped apart that delicate illusion of limitations to shreds in an individual mortal mind. All fae were supposed to do so ever so often so that humans wouldn’t lose their humility and reverence for the world around them. And oh, was he ever looking forward to tearing apart this little blue eyed reddish-brown haired beauty’s assumptions, and leading her down a path equal parts illusion and revelation, tied up in a pretty bow of seduction so sublime she wouldn’t stand a chance of turning back until, like a butterfly in a web, she would tangle her heart in his trap further with any resistance. Now, he just had to find out what made this beauty tick…
“Well, hello there!”, he offered a greeting, deliberately timing his warmest, seductive voice to chime in the minute she was crossing a stream precariously balanced between slippery stones.
“Wha--?!?!”, she gasped, arms flailing, on one flip-flop, while the other fell off her foot and went swiftly down stream. He, being a Celtic fae god of mischief of course chose that moment to direct a fish into her sandal so that its tail tickled like mad, “Oh! No, no, no, no, noooo….!”, she was squealing loudly now, glancing quickly back and forth from her foot to his deep green gaze. He had to hand it to her, most people would have fallen in immediately, but she was hanging on, grasping for dignity as much as for the rock, even as her cheeks turned crimson as the little red robin sitting on his knee.
This just made him feel more mischievous than ever, “My, my, I didn’t mean to startle you.”, he jumped down from the limb and walked up to the bank, “But you are certainly in a ticklish situation aren’t you?”, he found himself winking at her, delighting in her cheeks, now the color of beets, as smirking, he used his magic to make the sole of her foot even more ticklish. Instantly, her eyes shot open in shock, her full pink lips forming a “O” right before laughing outright, but still she flailed around until she got her other foot settled down on a slippery rock. Not to be defeated, he commanded another fish towards the naked foot, making her jerk it away instantly each time she tried to stand on the stone. She was now a giggling mess of wild reddish brown hair and the peaceful gaze of her eyes finally gave way to shinning tears of laughter.
“Well, I’d be happy to help you if you will tell me your name and give me your hand.”, he extended his right up under her nose. If she had been more aware of her surroundings, she would have seen that to do this, one of his feet was standing on the surface of the water. But he knew she was too distracted to notice.
Eagerly, she took both his hands in both of hers, and looked at him expectantly.
He smiled a wicked grin, letting go of one of her hands, “Your name?”
Shocked, she laughed out, “Celeste!”
“His smirk only grew wider, he couldn’t help himself as he tickled her sides, easily evading her frantic free hand’s attempts to grab his hand again, “That’s not your full name, is it?”
He sent more fish to tickle between her toes, her arches and ankles, while his free hand tickled her armpits, tummy and sides. All the while, he used his magic to keep her balanced just enough that she wouldn’t fall in, but barely there so that she had no idea she wasn’t in any danger.
She looked incredulous at him, angry even. He shrugged. He always brought that out of women right before they fell for him. It happened every time. Just to push the envelope further, he let go of her other hand at the same time he increased the ticklishness of her feet even further, then grabbed it just before she fell in, sending her heart racing further, “I’m a real rogue, I know”, he shot her the all-out beaming grin that never failed to make women swoon, “But I’d not be any kind of man if I didn’t take advantage of such a rare opportunity to become acquainted with such a beautiful woman. So tell, me Celeste, what is your full name?”
Giggling like crazy, the poor creature gave it in a rush of breath, “Celeste Ophelia Manning!”
“Well, then, Celeste Ophelia Manning, would you be so kind as to take my hand and allow me to lead you?”, he gestured to the bank with his free hand before offering it to her, deliberately, but subtlety, misdirecting his question’s true intent.
“Yes!”, she squealed, practically launching herself at him, and clasping his hand firmly, afraid he might take it away again.
Chuckling, he smiled into her eyes, “Perhaps I should just hold you here so that you can fill these woods with your gorgeous laughter, as there isn’t a sweeter sound in all the world than a woman’s desperate laughter!”
But at her panicked look, he lifted her into his arms and placed her on dry land, and although she didn’t know it, right into the world of fae. No Fae can ever take a mortal without their consent to take a fae’s hand and allow themself to be led. Consent must be given by the mortal’s full name. Knowing their full name gave the fae power over the mortal’s body and mind, leaving only their spirit free. But most mortals never figured that last part out, as the body and mind could sufficiently seduce, confuse, enchant and delight humans for a lifetime.
Not knowing any of this, Celeste pushed away from him, her lips trembling with adrenaline and anger, “I should smack you over the head for what you just put me through. But since you kept me from falling in, I’ll thank you, and be on my way now.”
“Very well, lassie, “he allowed his Irish brogue to come through full and strong, “But know this, Tá tú mianach anois: you are mine now. However, I am a patient man, and am willing to help you come to that realization on your own.”
Shocked at his audacity, Celeste stood for a moment, appraising his long black hair that fell past his waist, his large dark green eyes and pale white skin. Her eyes rested for a moment on his mouth, unable to contain a split moment lustful interlude at the sight of their fullness. He had to stop himself from laughing at how annoyed she was with herself for that momentary distraction.
Instead, Dwyn kept a confident, composed toothless smile on his face as he stood aside, and bowed, with all the grace of a forest predator, with his arms presenting the path back to civilization. He couldn’t help but be amused at her huff as she marched on past him, one flip flop on and one bare foot back towards the parking area a mile away. When she finally made it home, she never noticed the green eyed owl perched outside her apartment window, her missing flip flop in its talons, studying her routines until she fell asleep and even then into the night. After all, Dwyn, thought to himself, he needed to watch over what was his…
Chapter 2: Tracking His Prey
Celeste was deep asleep when the tiny spider crawled through the crack in her bedroom’s window frame. Her tiny plump toes peeked out from under the covers, giving the spider a stairway from the window sill to the edge of her bed. As its tiny legs traveled over her feet she giggled, shifting, tossing the spider into the air, where it grew, like a shadow into Dwyn’s tall form. Amused, his feet coming gently down to one inch above the ground, he whispered, “We will have to do something about that now, won’t we, Celeste?”
Confidently, his legs walked across the room, just above the floor, so no noise was made, and through her bedroom door down the hallway where he noticed she had spent her evening alone with her computer. Being a deity of mischief, he was naturally gifted with any kind of sleuthing, and that meant he could figure out how to turn on her computer, and see what she had been so interested in. Being a deity of love, he also knew that whatever it had been had excited her and made her think of him. It only took a moment for him to see it and read the stories, see the images, and to begin laughing in that dangerously quiet way only fae can laugh when they think upon something truly devious….only this time, Dwyn wasn’t just thinking of something devious for its own sake, as he was often prone to do, but rather, upon how very much he would enjoy not just the tracking, seduction and capturing, but also the winnings of this hunt as well…in fact, should he bring this one into thrall, he would enjoy keeping her around for quite a while since her “interests” seemed so complimentary to his own…
Before leaving her sleeping body, he placed a solitary kiss upon her cheek, spelling her so that she couldn’t wake up or move her body until released, and then, walked around to the feet of the bed, gently lifting the covers to reveal the full soles of her feet. With a solitary finger on each sole, he began to stroke from heel to toes and back again. Although asleep, she began to giggle, then laugh and finally to plead between gales of laughter as he kept it up, never slowing, never getting faster, just a constant unbearable sensation, each one more so than the last because her skin began to anticipate each stroke in turn…”Delicious…”, he whispered, “Now don’t stop feeling this until you wake…” . Upon his command, her body obeyed, and she continued to plead, with tears falling down her cheeks, while he calmly lifted a hand to levitate her body up and turn it over…He caressed her legs, moving from her ankles towards her thighs, making certain to tickle her wherever she least expected it so that she would squeal and shudder…then, deliberately, he began to tickle and tease her breasts till she was gasping from pleasure in between giggles, the sensations blending seamlessly together, “You will continue to feel this.” He said simply, a command her body obeyed, its will no longer its own…then he moved towards her mound and began to tickle viciously with one hand until her head was thrust back screaming, “Nooohohohohoooo….more! Pleeeheeheeheease!” He loved it, his eyes widening at her subconscious’ desperation and complete loss of control, his answering whisper thick with passionate fascination, “Oh, but my sweet, this is just a taste of what is to come!”, then, deliberately, his other hand began to play with her clitoris, intentionally driving her to the edge, but never over, “Stay like this….”he commanded and stepping away, turned her levitating body to face down so that he could crawl onto the bed beneath her and listen to her cries for the release that would never come until morning. Every so often, he would reach up and explore her depths with one of his hands, making her ache grow deep inside until she would be screaming, or tease her outer lips until she was groveling, begging with closed eyes…Then, as the sun began to rise, he lifted his lips to hers and said in a soft voice that yet rang of command, “You know to whom you are begging. Say my name. Ask me to give you release, and I might allow it to be yours.” She opened her eyes in that moment, the eyes of a sleepwalker, yet recognition was there, revealed by an intake of breath….”But I don’t know your name…”
He grinned at her, “Well, you are in trouble then, aren’t you?”
He slowly levitated his own body until his lips met hers, kissing her deeper than any mortal man could, while simultaneously plunging his hand deep inside, “You hunger don’t you, Celeste?”
The helpless, still sleeping girl could only utter the truth in a desperate breath, “Yes!”
His smile, so mischievous, his eyes dancing, he could only be the Celtic deity of love and mischief itself, indulging fully in his own appetites… “Well then, hunger more….” With this command, he thrust his fingers deeper, “It will hunger until you can’t help but to seek release. Any attempt at release will tickle beyond what you can endure. Denied, it will ache ceaselessly, grow ceaselessly, until you find me and beg for my mercy. You will agree to this, yes, my lovely Celeste?”
Her body shivering, tears falling, she answered unknowing, but still binding, “Yes!”
“Then seal it with a kiss.”, he commanded, once again misleading, for she must offer it for his spell to be sealed, binding her fate to his desires…
Eagerly, she reached out for him, their bodies intertwining fully, lips locking, and arms embracing…she would have had him there, if he would let her…but always the trickster, he pulled himself away till standing, and with one leonine gesture, sent her body to rest upon the bed, still writhing with painful desire. He lay the sheets over her and whispered, “You may awaken in time to get to work, but too late to seek release. In fact, any attempt at release today will be impossible due to your sleeping in too late, clumsiness holding you up, or forgetfulness causing you to be somewhere else. Exhausted you will fall asleep, yearning and unfulfilled, until in your dream you will remember me from the woods and know I alone can set your yearning to rest.”
“Oh, pleeeheeeheeassse…”her response was immediate, breathless and interrupted only by helpless giggling and moans. He smiled, satisfied at her pleading, her flushed cheeks, tears running down them, desperation in every pore of her now glistening body. The poor vulnerable girl really did deserve some degree of compassion didn’t she? He cocked his head to the side, a habit he’d picked up long ago from so often taking the body of birds. But birds often did so just before they would strike, and he was no different, “I will leave you with a clue…”
His long tapered fingers extended to her form just under the sheets as he began to write…”D” across her face and neck, eliciting a sigh as fingertips touched cheeks, then quickly turned into a giggles as they traced across her neck, “W” across her chest, careful to cross directly over each nipple, making her gasp each time, “Y” across her stomach, strategically digging into her bellybutton at the intersection, making her squeal for a good minute before following the tail down to her deepest regions and pressing until she began to shudder, stopping only at the last possible moment.., then lastly the “N” from the bottom heal of one foot, on up lazily through her toes on over the top to the hip down to the other foot and back to the hip again, letting her laughter fill his heart with a mirth that would keep him smiling all through the daylight hours.
He moved backwards into the air then, becoming a butterfly that delightedly danced across the length of her body before slipping out the window crack…
If anyone had looked out of the apartment building in that moment, they would have seen a butterfly change into hawk and that hawk take off with a flip flop in its talons…
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