This is my most popular story on DA, and the first standalone I posted (way back in 2022). It was originally supposed to stay standalone... But now I've written a new story about the Araphine character's past with a male lee that I'm excited to post soon 🙂 I wasn't expecting to write more about that character but ideas came and now it's turning into a longer series! Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Skyler called it Nightmare Cove. She said there was a handmade sign labeled “Cove” with a directional arrow nailed to a tree way off-trail on a hike with one of her other friends. Skyler told Talia they spotted it on accident, way in the distance and went to check it out on a whim. They diverted from the trail and followed the arrow curiously until they came to a beautiful little clearing by a small pond. They set up their tents, got a fire going, drank, had fun, got into their pajamas, and went to bed.
Skyler woke up, still drunk, to a shriek followed by howling laughter outside her tent. When she rushed out, she found her friend suspended in the air by vines, eyes shut tight with her mouth wide open. Other vines were poking, prodding, and writhing around her body, and there was a dark figure standing in front of her, seemingly in control of the vines, laughing playfully at her flailing friend.
Skyler looked on, frozen in fear and confusion, watching her friend laugh and laugh as the vines worked their way all over her body. Without realizing, she moved a step forward through the dark to make sure her eyes were seeing what she was seeing. A thick twig snapped under her foot, rolling her ankle. The figure quickly spun around and looked at her—a silhouette with glowing, lavender eyes lacking pupils. Skyler fell over her rolled ankle and hit her head on the way down. She woke up the next morning with a bump on her head, a hangover, and her friend sleeping soundly in her tent.
Talia listened to Skyler’s story with a flutter of desire under her belly. Skyler wasn’t sure if she was just drunk or dreaming vividly. And her friend remembers it as a hazy dream. Regardless, Talia needed to see for herself.
Talia found the sign, still nailed to the tree. The picketed wood with scratchy handwriting was warped, indicating its age. She followed Skyler’s instructions through the woods. She hiked for nearly an hour and realized how off trail this hike really was. If the events from Skyler’s story were real, this would be the perfect place for it. No one could hear you laugh out here, Talia thought to herself. Suddenly, the trees opened and there it was: A small, serene cove with a thick canopy of high-hanging greenery above, and a sparkling pond—the edge of the water shaping the land into a smile of its own.
She setup camp next to a tree with a branch that hung in front of her tent. She hooked her powerful lantern to it so she could cook on the fire in the dark. After her meal, she cleaned up, shut the lantern off, and crawled into her tent. Talia changed into her pajamas, which were only flannel pants and a t-shirt. She had a hard time falling asleep—her mind racing with both anxiety and reluctant anticipation.
She woke up to her lantern clicking on suddenly, letting white light come through the front of her tent. She rubbed her foggy eyes, confused and frantic. The tent door began to unzip and her breathing quickened with panic, regretting the idea to foolishly backwoods camp alone. Every evil possibility rushed through her head other than weird magical vines.
Then, as the zipper slowly made its way up and around, she was ready to start screaming when she saw a branch-looking vine creep in along the wall. She gasped and watched it slither down to the ground and grasp her ankle. She couldn’t believe it. This is really happening. Isn’t it? She thought. Her bewilderment left her with no time to resist as she felt another vine wrap around her other ankle.
She shrieked and sat up, trying to grab at the vines but they were so strong. She wasn’t going to budge them. Before long, the mesh windows at her sides began unzipping to.
“No no no!” She yelled, pulling at the vines around her ankles to no avail. Two more vines snaked in the windows and wrapped around her wrists. Suddenly, her legs and arms were pulled out as far her body and the tent would allow. She was restrained sitting upright with her arms spread out to the walls of the tent and up slightly. Her feet were pulled a little wider than shoulder-length, out against the tent’s walls too.
She wiggled and tried to free herself as she saw a genderless silhouette walk with a feminine gate in front of her bright, white lantern. She saw the blackened outline of her body, and those lavender eyes Skyler told her about. The cove was silent. Talia’s struggles and breathing were the only sounds besides the crickets and rustling leaves.
“Hello, there...” the figure said playfully.
“Please. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I’m just trying to camp and get out of the city for a night. Please. Let me go!” Talia replied anxiously.
“Ah yes. Far from the city you are, indeed. You’re far from anything, in fact. That’s why I live here. I’m Araphine. I rule these woods. Do you like my little cove?” Araphine spoke with an enchanting voice.
“It’s... It’s beautiful. Yes... But please... I just—” Talia was cut off by the vines tightening lightly. Rustling was heard outside. More vines entered the tent slowly from every entrance.
“Shhh. Relax, pretty one. I won’t hurt you. The very opposite, in fact.” Araphine said calmly.
Talia’s breathing got quick and sharp as she watched the vines approach her. They were lined with thousands of blades of grass, making them look like soft, brush-like tentacles. Two brushed the soles of her bare feet.
“Eek!! Don’t! Please!” Talia cried and they brushed past her feet and snuck up the legs of her flannel pajama pants.
“Are you ticklish?” the creature teased.
The brushes tickled madly as they creeped their way slowly up Talia’s calves and shins, brushing their soft, but stiff grass upwards. Her lips were shut tight as she tried not to laugh, until she felt two more vines brush the exposed skin between the bottom of her t-shirt and her waistline.
“EEHEHE! No no! Wait! What do you want??” Talia pleaded as she watched the outlines of the vines crawl up her body from under her clothes. The ones at her legs stopped around her knees and began wiggling their feathery surfaces back and forth, tickling both the front and backs of her knees.
“OHHOHOHO GAHAHAD NOOO!”
The backs of her knees were especially ticklish. Meanwhile the vines sneaking up her shirt made her torso tremble as they landed right in her armpits. They waited a moment and surprised her by flicking their tips around the hollows of her armpits.
“SHIHIHIHIT! STOHOPPP! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!”
“You see, I don’t want anything other than to hear your laugh... Make you smile.” Araphine said deviously. “And look, you’re smiling so much! Do you like my methods?
“NOOHOHOHO! PLEEHEHEHESE STOP!”
Talia rocked around as much as the vines would let her, but she could do nothing but take it and laugh. Her eyes started to water as she saw more vines enter the tent from behind the silhouetted creature, spirit or whatever Araphine was.
“How did you find this place? Did you get lost?” She said.
“I—IIEHEHEHE NOT MY FEEHEHEET!!” Two small tentacles per foot took their places at her arches and toes, one fluttered against each arch while the others weaved around between her toes.
“FUHUHUHUCK! OH MY GAHAHAD!”
“Answer my question, my sensitive little human.”
Little human? Talia wondered through her hysteria. What is this place?
“MY—AHAHAHA MY FRIEND!” She finally answered through her laughter.
“Ah yes... Your friend must have been the one watching with delight... Or was she the one I had such fun with?” Araphine teased as the tentacles around Talia’s legs began rising up her lower body slowly. “She was so very ticklish... Quite eager too...”
Eager? This vague suggestion made Talia’s stomach flutter. When she looked down to the sight of the vines under her pants climbing higher and higher. This triggered a flush of her secret desire. They stopped at her inner thighs, pulsing and sliding their grass around.
“EHEHEHE! GET THEM AWAY! IT’S TOO MUHUHUCH!”
“So, that must mean you came here hopeful we might meet. Is that right, ticklish one?” Araphine disregarded Talia’s pleas.
Two more little vines with flowery, petaled tips entered her shirt suddenly, fluttering around her sides and ribs. A third flowered her belly button. Her head flew back, overwhelmed, pushing her torso further into the vines on accident.
“AHHHAHAHAOH MY GAHAHAD!” She cackled upwards and drooped her head back down in front of her, shaking it side to side in disbelief at how overcome with sensations she was. The vines tickled her nearly everywhere.
“Tickle, tickle, tiiiickle. Once again, you haven’t answered my question.” Araphine cooed at Talia.
“Nohohohoho! I swear!” Talia said, whimpering.
“Silly humans... They always think they can fool me...” Araphine replied, as the flower vines at Talia’s sides moved up to brush the undersides of her braless breasts. Talia inhaled sharply, shocked at the new sensation and how sensitive her breasts were.
“EEHEHEHEHE! I SWEAR! STOAHAHA!”
“So adorable. You lie with your words, but I can see your nipples asking for attention through your shirt...”
Araphine was right. Talia was aroused and overwhelmed with stimulation, but this was nothing like her personal tickle fantasies. The tentacles around her thighs crept up more, wiggling their tips at the creases between her groin and thighs. Talia thrashed wildly.
“OHHHOHOHOHOH NOT THERE! PLEASE!”
“Awww, poor human girl. You have no control over my tickly tendrils... But that’s what you wanted... Isn’t it?”
Araphine’s teasing question made a pang of desire hit Talia’s stomach. And the flowers under her breasts moved up and started twirling around her nipples, spinning back and forth between clockwise and counterclockwise, each nipple in a different direction. Her eyes shot open wide and looked up at the ceiling pleadingly, her body trembled uncontrollably.
“UHHNNNNHH HOLY SHIHIHIT!”
“You like my little flowers? Cootchie coooo!”
“PLEAEHEHEHESE STOPPPP! I’M—” Talia stopped herself from saying anything to fuel this torture.
“You’re what? Use your words... Even though your body speaks for you.”
“I’M GOHAHAHA I’M GOING CRAHAHAZY!”
“Awww, from a few little tickles? I love sensitive humans like you. Most of them end up here on accident... But you...”
The vines at Talia’s groin then moved upward, avoiding her untouched crotch carefully, and hooked the waistband of her pants. One of them brushed her coincidentally on its way, and she grunted at its refusal to touch her more. Araphine noted this.
“Someone wants to be tickled everywhere...” Araphine teased as the vines pulled Talia’s pajama bottoms down to her knees slowly—even this motion of the grassy tentacles tickled her skin madly.
“EEEEEHEHEHEHE NONONOHOHO!”
She was losing it. The vines consuming her feet and toes, the little probes in her armpits, the petals on her nipples and navel, were all driving her to heights of hysteria and arousal she couldn’t have previously imagined. As her pants snaked down her legs, exposing her bare privates, she knew she couldn’t fight whatever this creature wanted to do to her.
Suddenly, every sensation stopped, as though someone clicked a pause button. All the vines stayed still in their positions.
“So, have you reconsidered your answer to my question?” Araphine asked rather bluntly.
“What... What question?” She huffed her response out as another flowery vine snuck its way between her legs. She watched it, shivering, and panting with anticipation through her tear-drenched eyes. She could see it was different than the flowers tickling her nipples. This flower was covered in petals like the others, but had four little, spidery legs coming out of a glistening bud. Talia’s eyes widened.
“You came searching for me...” Araphine said.
The flower grazed her pussy lightly, causing Talia to gasp. She watched the spider legs plant themselves on either side of her pussy, and the petals brushed her gently.
“Ohhhhmmmmy G—” She moaned and let her head fall backwards. She tried to press her hips against the dancing flower, but her restraints were too tight.
Then, the torture started again as suddenly as it stopped. Again, her eyes shot open.
“UUUUNNNGHHHH NO! PLEEHEASE!” She wined in frustration, dying for more stimulation between her legs, but wanting the tickling to continue to her dismay. Another vine entered and grasped her chin lightly, pulling her head forward to face her mystical captor.
She stared pleadingly into those lavender eyes as the tickling continued relentlessly, and the flower between her legs quickened with added pressure. Talia curled her lips shut and panted rapidly through her nose, shutting her eyes tight. She needed to be pushed over the edge but was too stimulated everywhere else.
“Please? Please what?” The creature teased. “You look so desperate, sweet one... Tell me now, this is what you wanted... Isn’t it?”
“MMMHMHMHMH! FUHUCK!” The vine at her chin wrapped lightly around her mouth, gagging her enough so she couldn’t speak but could breathe.
The spidery legs of the flower tickling her pussy dug into her skin, making her jump and squeal under the vine. The little legs spread her lips apart, giving the petals access to her clit.
“UMMMMMYGHDDDD!” Her muffled voice tried to push through her gag. Her clit was so ticklish in that moment she felt like her soul might leap from her body. But it felt so good she just shook, laughed, and moaned without protest under the tickling vines enveloping her body beneath her clothes.
“This is what you wanted... To be tickled helplessly under the moonlight where no one can see you, judge you, or save you.... Isn’t that what you came out here for?” Araphine teased. Talia could hear she was smiling from her tone. The vine released Talia’s mouth, along with her suppressed wails.
“YAHAHAHASSS! OHOHOHH! YES!”
“That’s better... Now, will you cum for me? You didn’t walk all this way just to laugh yourself silly, did you?”
“PLEEEHEHEASE! I CAN’T! IT—IT TICKLES!”
“Awww... The horny, helpless human is too ticklish to cum!”
“PLEASE! UUNNNAHAHA! IT TICKLES EVERYWHERE! JUST FINISH MEHEHEHE!” Talia cried in desperation.
Then, the vines tickling her feet, legs, ribs, armpits, and belly button, all slowed to light, arousing massaging. They rubbed her body all over. The only vines that continued their viscous tickling were on her nipples, clit, and belly button—keeping her in an over-sensitized, ticklish state.
“Is that better?” Araphine teased playfully.
“OHHHHOHO YES! OH MY GAHAHAD! IT STILL TICKLES! BUT—I’M—GONNA”
The flower between her legs then rubbed its soft bud against her clit, tickling it with a firmer, ribbed, and nectary texture. And the flowers at her nipples sprouted the same little spider legs, pinching her nipples while the petals tickled her areolas. The changes in sensation and pressure sent her over the edge.
“FUUHAHAHACK! I’M CUMMING! DON’T STOP! OHHHHH!”
Talia writhed and pressed her body into the vines, arching her back, squirming and laughing through the most intense orgasm of her life.
“We’ll see each other again, ticklish one...” Were the last words Talia remembered before she passed out from the exhaustion.
She awoke in her tent the next morning sore, with the sun beaming through the translucent, fabric windows. The breeze tickled her forearm. Her skin still tingled sensitively. She sat up remembering every minute of her fantastical encounter and smiled to herself knowing it will not be her last.
Howling Cove
by JTstories
Talia camped by herself dozens of times. So, she approached this trip as nothing out of the ordinary, despite the secret butterflies underlying her motivation this time. After her best friend Skyler confessed her experience at this spot, Talia was overwhelmed with curiosity.Skyler called it Nightmare Cove. She said there was a handmade sign labeled “Cove” with a directional arrow nailed to a tree way off-trail on a hike with one of her other friends. Skyler told Talia they spotted it on accident, way in the distance and went to check it out on a whim. They diverted from the trail and followed the arrow curiously until they came to a beautiful little clearing by a small pond. They set up their tents, got a fire going, drank, had fun, got into their pajamas, and went to bed.
Skyler woke up, still drunk, to a shriek followed by howling laughter outside her tent. When she rushed out, she found her friend suspended in the air by vines, eyes shut tight with her mouth wide open. Other vines were poking, prodding, and writhing around her body, and there was a dark figure standing in front of her, seemingly in control of the vines, laughing playfully at her flailing friend.
Skyler looked on, frozen in fear and confusion, watching her friend laugh and laugh as the vines worked their way all over her body. Without realizing, she moved a step forward through the dark to make sure her eyes were seeing what she was seeing. A thick twig snapped under her foot, rolling her ankle. The figure quickly spun around and looked at her—a silhouette with glowing, lavender eyes lacking pupils. Skyler fell over her rolled ankle and hit her head on the way down. She woke up the next morning with a bump on her head, a hangover, and her friend sleeping soundly in her tent.
Talia listened to Skyler’s story with a flutter of desire under her belly. Skyler wasn’t sure if she was just drunk or dreaming vividly. And her friend remembers it as a hazy dream. Regardless, Talia needed to see for herself.
***
Talia found the sign, still nailed to the tree. The picketed wood with scratchy handwriting was warped, indicating its age. She followed Skyler’s instructions through the woods. She hiked for nearly an hour and realized how off trail this hike really was. If the events from Skyler’s story were real, this would be the perfect place for it. No one could hear you laugh out here, Talia thought to herself. Suddenly, the trees opened and there it was: A small, serene cove with a thick canopy of high-hanging greenery above, and a sparkling pond—the edge of the water shaping the land into a smile of its own.
She setup camp next to a tree with a branch that hung in front of her tent. She hooked her powerful lantern to it so she could cook on the fire in the dark. After her meal, she cleaned up, shut the lantern off, and crawled into her tent. Talia changed into her pajamas, which were only flannel pants and a t-shirt. She had a hard time falling asleep—her mind racing with both anxiety and reluctant anticipation.
She woke up to her lantern clicking on suddenly, letting white light come through the front of her tent. She rubbed her foggy eyes, confused and frantic. The tent door began to unzip and her breathing quickened with panic, regretting the idea to foolishly backwoods camp alone. Every evil possibility rushed through her head other than weird magical vines.
Then, as the zipper slowly made its way up and around, she was ready to start screaming when she saw a branch-looking vine creep in along the wall. She gasped and watched it slither down to the ground and grasp her ankle. She couldn’t believe it. This is really happening. Isn’t it? She thought. Her bewilderment left her with no time to resist as she felt another vine wrap around her other ankle.
She shrieked and sat up, trying to grab at the vines but they were so strong. She wasn’t going to budge them. Before long, the mesh windows at her sides began unzipping to.
“No no no!” She yelled, pulling at the vines around her ankles to no avail. Two more vines snaked in the windows and wrapped around her wrists. Suddenly, her legs and arms were pulled out as far her body and the tent would allow. She was restrained sitting upright with her arms spread out to the walls of the tent and up slightly. Her feet were pulled a little wider than shoulder-length, out against the tent’s walls too.
She wiggled and tried to free herself as she saw a genderless silhouette walk with a feminine gate in front of her bright, white lantern. She saw the blackened outline of her body, and those lavender eyes Skyler told her about. The cove was silent. Talia’s struggles and breathing were the only sounds besides the crickets and rustling leaves.
“Hello, there...” the figure said playfully.
“Please. I don’t know who you are or what you want, but I’m just trying to camp and get out of the city for a night. Please. Let me go!” Talia replied anxiously.
“Ah yes. Far from the city you are, indeed. You’re far from anything, in fact. That’s why I live here. I’m Araphine. I rule these woods. Do you like my little cove?” Araphine spoke with an enchanting voice.
“It’s... It’s beautiful. Yes... But please... I just—” Talia was cut off by the vines tightening lightly. Rustling was heard outside. More vines entered the tent slowly from every entrance.
“Shhh. Relax, pretty one. I won’t hurt you. The very opposite, in fact.” Araphine said calmly.
Talia’s breathing got quick and sharp as she watched the vines approach her. They were lined with thousands of blades of grass, making them look like soft, brush-like tentacles. Two brushed the soles of her bare feet.
“Eek!! Don’t! Please!” Talia cried and they brushed past her feet and snuck up the legs of her flannel pajama pants.
“Are you ticklish?” the creature teased.
The brushes tickled madly as they creeped their way slowly up Talia’s calves and shins, brushing their soft, but stiff grass upwards. Her lips were shut tight as she tried not to laugh, until she felt two more vines brush the exposed skin between the bottom of her t-shirt and her waistline.
“EEHEHE! No no! Wait! What do you want??” Talia pleaded as she watched the outlines of the vines crawl up her body from under her clothes. The ones at her legs stopped around her knees and began wiggling their feathery surfaces back and forth, tickling both the front and backs of her knees.
“OHHOHOHO GAHAHAD NOOO!”
The backs of her knees were especially ticklish. Meanwhile the vines sneaking up her shirt made her torso tremble as they landed right in her armpits. They waited a moment and surprised her by flicking their tips around the hollows of her armpits.
“SHIHIHIHIT! STOHOPPP! IT TICKLES SO MUCH!”
“You see, I don’t want anything other than to hear your laugh... Make you smile.” Araphine said deviously. “And look, you’re smiling so much! Do you like my methods?
“NOOHOHOHO! PLEEHEHEHESE STOP!”
Talia rocked around as much as the vines would let her, but she could do nothing but take it and laugh. Her eyes started to water as she saw more vines enter the tent from behind the silhouetted creature, spirit or whatever Araphine was.
“How did you find this place? Did you get lost?” She said.
“I—IIEHEHEHE NOT MY FEEHEHEET!!” Two small tentacles per foot took their places at her arches and toes, one fluttered against each arch while the others weaved around between her toes.
“FUHUHUHUCK! OH MY GAHAHAD!”
“Answer my question, my sensitive little human.”
Little human? Talia wondered through her hysteria. What is this place?
“MY—AHAHAHA MY FRIEND!” She finally answered through her laughter.
“Ah yes... Your friend must have been the one watching with delight... Or was she the one I had such fun with?” Araphine teased as the tentacles around Talia’s legs began rising up her lower body slowly. “She was so very ticklish... Quite eager too...”
Eager? This vague suggestion made Talia’s stomach flutter. When she looked down to the sight of the vines under her pants climbing higher and higher. This triggered a flush of her secret desire. They stopped at her inner thighs, pulsing and sliding their grass around.
“EHEHEHE! GET THEM AWAY! IT’S TOO MUHUHUCH!”
“So, that must mean you came here hopeful we might meet. Is that right, ticklish one?” Araphine disregarded Talia’s pleas.
Two more little vines with flowery, petaled tips entered her shirt suddenly, fluttering around her sides and ribs. A third flowered her belly button. Her head flew back, overwhelmed, pushing her torso further into the vines on accident.
“AHHHAHAHAOH MY GAHAHAD!” She cackled upwards and drooped her head back down in front of her, shaking it side to side in disbelief at how overcome with sensations she was. The vines tickled her nearly everywhere.
“Tickle, tickle, tiiiickle. Once again, you haven’t answered my question.” Araphine cooed at Talia.
“Nohohohoho! I swear!” Talia said, whimpering.
“Silly humans... They always think they can fool me...” Araphine replied, as the flower vines at Talia’s sides moved up to brush the undersides of her braless breasts. Talia inhaled sharply, shocked at the new sensation and how sensitive her breasts were.
“EEHEHEHEHE! I SWEAR! STOAHAHA!”
“So adorable. You lie with your words, but I can see your nipples asking for attention through your shirt...”
Araphine was right. Talia was aroused and overwhelmed with stimulation, but this was nothing like her personal tickle fantasies. The tentacles around her thighs crept up more, wiggling their tips at the creases between her groin and thighs. Talia thrashed wildly.
“OHHHOHOHOHOH NOT THERE! PLEASE!”
“Awww, poor human girl. You have no control over my tickly tendrils... But that’s what you wanted... Isn’t it?”
Araphine’s teasing question made a pang of desire hit Talia’s stomach. And the flowers under her breasts moved up and started twirling around her nipples, spinning back and forth between clockwise and counterclockwise, each nipple in a different direction. Her eyes shot open wide and looked up at the ceiling pleadingly, her body trembled uncontrollably.
“UHHNNNNHH HOLY SHIHIHIT!”
“You like my little flowers? Cootchie coooo!”
“PLEAEHEHEHESE STOPPPP! I’M—” Talia stopped herself from saying anything to fuel this torture.
“You’re what? Use your words... Even though your body speaks for you.”
“I’M GOHAHAHA I’M GOING CRAHAHAZY!”
“Awww, from a few little tickles? I love sensitive humans like you. Most of them end up here on accident... But you...”
The vines at Talia’s groin then moved upward, avoiding her untouched crotch carefully, and hooked the waistband of her pants. One of them brushed her coincidentally on its way, and she grunted at its refusal to touch her more. Araphine noted this.
“Someone wants to be tickled everywhere...” Araphine teased as the vines pulled Talia’s pajama bottoms down to her knees slowly—even this motion of the grassy tentacles tickled her skin madly.
“EEEEEHEHEHEHE NONONOHOHO!”
She was losing it. The vines consuming her feet and toes, the little probes in her armpits, the petals on her nipples and navel, were all driving her to heights of hysteria and arousal she couldn’t have previously imagined. As her pants snaked down her legs, exposing her bare privates, she knew she couldn’t fight whatever this creature wanted to do to her.
Suddenly, every sensation stopped, as though someone clicked a pause button. All the vines stayed still in their positions.
“So, have you reconsidered your answer to my question?” Araphine asked rather bluntly.
“What... What question?” She huffed her response out as another flowery vine snuck its way between her legs. She watched it, shivering, and panting with anticipation through her tear-drenched eyes. She could see it was different than the flowers tickling her nipples. This flower was covered in petals like the others, but had four little, spidery legs coming out of a glistening bud. Talia’s eyes widened.
“You came searching for me...” Araphine said.
The flower grazed her pussy lightly, causing Talia to gasp. She watched the spider legs plant themselves on either side of her pussy, and the petals brushed her gently.
“Ohhhhmmmmy G—” She moaned and let her head fall backwards. She tried to press her hips against the dancing flower, but her restraints were too tight.
Then, the torture started again as suddenly as it stopped. Again, her eyes shot open.
“UUUUNNNGHHHH NO! PLEEHEASE!” She wined in frustration, dying for more stimulation between her legs, but wanting the tickling to continue to her dismay. Another vine entered and grasped her chin lightly, pulling her head forward to face her mystical captor.
She stared pleadingly into those lavender eyes as the tickling continued relentlessly, and the flower between her legs quickened with added pressure. Talia curled her lips shut and panted rapidly through her nose, shutting her eyes tight. She needed to be pushed over the edge but was too stimulated everywhere else.
“Please? Please what?” The creature teased. “You look so desperate, sweet one... Tell me now, this is what you wanted... Isn’t it?”
“MMMHMHMHMH! FUHUCK!” The vine at her chin wrapped lightly around her mouth, gagging her enough so she couldn’t speak but could breathe.
The spidery legs of the flower tickling her pussy dug into her skin, making her jump and squeal under the vine. The little legs spread her lips apart, giving the petals access to her clit.
“UMMMMMYGHDDDD!” Her muffled voice tried to push through her gag. Her clit was so ticklish in that moment she felt like her soul might leap from her body. But it felt so good she just shook, laughed, and moaned without protest under the tickling vines enveloping her body beneath her clothes.
“This is what you wanted... To be tickled helplessly under the moonlight where no one can see you, judge you, or save you.... Isn’t that what you came out here for?” Araphine teased. Talia could hear she was smiling from her tone. The vine released Talia’s mouth, along with her suppressed wails.
“YAHAHAHASSS! OHOHOHH! YES!”
“That’s better... Now, will you cum for me? You didn’t walk all this way just to laugh yourself silly, did you?”
“PLEEEHEHEASE! I CAN’T! IT—IT TICKLES!”
“Awww... The horny, helpless human is too ticklish to cum!”
“PLEASE! UUNNNAHAHA! IT TICKLES EVERYWHERE! JUST FINISH MEHEHEHE!” Talia cried in desperation.
Then, the vines tickling her feet, legs, ribs, armpits, and belly button, all slowed to light, arousing massaging. They rubbed her body all over. The only vines that continued their viscous tickling were on her nipples, clit, and belly button—keeping her in an over-sensitized, ticklish state.
“Is that better?” Araphine teased playfully.
“OHHHHOHO YES! OH MY GAHAHAD! IT STILL TICKLES! BUT—I’M—GONNA”
The flower between her legs then rubbed its soft bud against her clit, tickling it with a firmer, ribbed, and nectary texture. And the flowers at her nipples sprouted the same little spider legs, pinching her nipples while the petals tickled her areolas. The changes in sensation and pressure sent her over the edge.
“FUUHAHAHACK! I’M CUMMING! DON’T STOP! OHHHHH!”
Talia writhed and pressed her body into the vines, arching her back, squirming and laughing through the most intense orgasm of her life.
“We’ll see each other again, ticklish one...” Were the last words Talia remembered before she passed out from the exhaustion.
She awoke in her tent the next morning sore, with the sun beaming through the translucent, fabric windows. The breeze tickled her forearm. Her skin still tingled sensitively. She sat up remembering every minute of her fantastical encounter and smiled to herself knowing it will not be her last.
