TKLVR181
Level of Lemon Feather
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Request filled...named In Hell 3 because it's basically my revenge :ayyy: Tell me what you guys think!
~K
Feathers the Daemon woke up with his arms tied above his head and his feet in stocks.
This is different, he thought sardonically.
Feathers was no stranger to the stocks. He may have been one heckuva ler, but he had lee’d a few times.
But no one had ever…kidnapped him before. Those almost scared him…he could think of few people with the power and desire to kidnap him…more with good intentions than bad. But he did know a certain half demoness he had helped escape from Lucifer…He shuddered to think ol’ Lucy had decided he needed punishment for treating him like that after being given a domain of his own.
It was then he noticed his surroundings—he was in his own chamber! WHO DARED put him in his own stocks? It had been a busy enough week as it was, what with Renmei needing his help in her own issues, after becoming a vampire, Sammi getting a boyfriend, and he kidnapping Karen and tickling her into relaxation at school earlier in the week. Granted, the latter was fun, but…He used a tentacle to reach down and begin picking his own lock. When whoever was responsible for this was caught…
He heard a short chuckle. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, F buddy. Don’t you want somefing?”
His tentacle immediately slipped to his side. Oh Fiends, it was Karen herself. He melted, knowing exactly what she meant. “Wha-what?” he asked. “Karen? Is that you?” He played dumb.
She walked around to face him. Oh crap, she had a blindfold with her. “Of course, silly! Who else has the ability to sneak in here and put you in your own stocks?” she winked at him playfully.
“Now, isn’t there something you’d like about now, Feathers dear?” She grinned at him coyly, pulling out a long, stiff feather. “Something to do with dis wickwe feathew?”
He gulped audibly. Oh hell below, she wanted him to ASK for tickles. And he didn’t think he could. “I…oh geez Karen I can’t….”
She walked behind him, putting a hand soothingly on his shoulder. “Aw, it’s ok my ickwe wee, is just me and you! All your Kats have de day off…I gave it to dem…you told dem to listen to me, remember? So is just the two of us, just sittin’ hewe…waiting for you to ask me…to tickle wickwe you…”
THAT made Feathers, The Great Tickle Daemon, king of all Hell’s Tickldom, blush like crazy. “K-K-Karen…”
She let a hand rest on his knee. “Yeees?”
He blushed harder, not knowing if he could actually say this out loud. It’s a hard thing for a normal ler to admit…but then again Karen knew that as well as he did. He fidgeted for one second too long and she spoke again.
”It’s all right, Feathers…there’s no shame between us, remember? You have nothing to prove with me…no reputation to keep. C’mon…what did you want to ask…”
Nothing to prove. It was such a simple concept, one he had said to her many, many times, and one he truly meant. But he never realized how much it meant until now…the freedom to not have to be embarrassed at what he wanted…the freedom to ask.
He looked up at her grinning, reassuring face. “W-will you tttickle my f-f-feet?” he asked tentatively, and suddenly felt like a very young child.
She giggled. “Aww, somebody wikes hish feet tickwed?” she asked, beginning to scrape her fingertips lightly along his toes.
“WA-heheeeheeheeahhahaeheheeey!” he giggled, breaking out into a huge grin. “Dohon’t teeheeheease!”
“Aww, but my wickwe buddy F woohoooves da tickwy tawk, doooesn’t he? Tell your ickle ler you looove da teashes, F…say eet…” she began to scratch just underneath his toes.
THAT got him laughing harder. “WAHAHAHEEYEYEEHHEAHHA I CCAHAHN’THEHEHEHEAHHAHAOHOHO!”
She grinned. “Aww, sure you can, matey! Just say it…it’ll feel so-hoo good…”
“EHEHEHHHEHAAHA IHIHHIT FEEHEHEEELS SOHOOH GOOHOHOOHOOD!” He admitted, giggling harder. She laughed and went for his soles.
He jumped in the stocks, laughing harder. “Feathers, my dear, you have had a busy, busy week…your Kats have been rather fidgety lately because you have been, they tell me how you’ve been lerring sooo much…me, Shalla, Sammi, Helen…you’ve been giving and not taking anything. Doesn’t it feel good to be on the other end every now and then?”
With that, he could fight no more. He let the cuffs hold his weight and relaxed, slumping in the bonds, laughing uncontrolled, and just nodded. Did it EVER feel good! She was right, he HAD been fidgety lately…he hadn’t noticed that the Kats had noticed. He had ler’d too much lately.
Karen paused. “Now for the finish…” she pulled out two long, stiff feathers and began to lightly tease both his arches at once.
His arches were his absolutely worst tickle spots. He let his head loll back, laughing hysterically.
He knew Karen—she was nothing if not against non-con. The moment he asked her, safeword or not, she would stop.
But he didn’t ever want it to end!
THE END...?
~K
Feathers the Daemon woke up with his arms tied above his head and his feet in stocks.
This is different, he thought sardonically.
Feathers was no stranger to the stocks. He may have been one heckuva ler, but he had lee’d a few times.
But no one had ever…kidnapped him before. Those almost scared him…he could think of few people with the power and desire to kidnap him…more with good intentions than bad. But he did know a certain half demoness he had helped escape from Lucifer…He shuddered to think ol’ Lucy had decided he needed punishment for treating him like that after being given a domain of his own.
It was then he noticed his surroundings—he was in his own chamber! WHO DARED put him in his own stocks? It had been a busy enough week as it was, what with Renmei needing his help in her own issues, after becoming a vampire, Sammi getting a boyfriend, and he kidnapping Karen and tickling her into relaxation at school earlier in the week. Granted, the latter was fun, but…He used a tentacle to reach down and begin picking his own lock. When whoever was responsible for this was caught…
He heard a short chuckle. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, F buddy. Don’t you want somefing?”
His tentacle immediately slipped to his side. Oh Fiends, it was Karen herself. He melted, knowing exactly what she meant. “Wha-what?” he asked. “Karen? Is that you?” He played dumb.
She walked around to face him. Oh crap, she had a blindfold with her. “Of course, silly! Who else has the ability to sneak in here and put you in your own stocks?” she winked at him playfully.
“Now, isn’t there something you’d like about now, Feathers dear?” She grinned at him coyly, pulling out a long, stiff feather. “Something to do with dis wickwe feathew?”
He gulped audibly. Oh hell below, she wanted him to ASK for tickles. And he didn’t think he could. “I…oh geez Karen I can’t….”
She walked behind him, putting a hand soothingly on his shoulder. “Aw, it’s ok my ickwe wee, is just me and you! All your Kats have de day off…I gave it to dem…you told dem to listen to me, remember? So is just the two of us, just sittin’ hewe…waiting for you to ask me…to tickle wickwe you…”
THAT made Feathers, The Great Tickle Daemon, king of all Hell’s Tickldom, blush like crazy. “K-K-Karen…”
She let a hand rest on his knee. “Yeees?”
He blushed harder, not knowing if he could actually say this out loud. It’s a hard thing for a normal ler to admit…but then again Karen knew that as well as he did. He fidgeted for one second too long and she spoke again.
”It’s all right, Feathers…there’s no shame between us, remember? You have nothing to prove with me…no reputation to keep. C’mon…what did you want to ask…”
Nothing to prove. It was such a simple concept, one he had said to her many, many times, and one he truly meant. But he never realized how much it meant until now…the freedom to not have to be embarrassed at what he wanted…the freedom to ask.
He looked up at her grinning, reassuring face. “W-will you tttickle my f-f-feet?” he asked tentatively, and suddenly felt like a very young child.
She giggled. “Aww, somebody wikes hish feet tickwed?” she asked, beginning to scrape her fingertips lightly along his toes.
“WA-heheeeheeheeahhahaeheheeey!” he giggled, breaking out into a huge grin. “Dohon’t teeheeheease!”
“Aww, but my wickwe buddy F woohoooves da tickwy tawk, doooesn’t he? Tell your ickle ler you looove da teashes, F…say eet…” she began to scratch just underneath his toes.
THAT got him laughing harder. “WAHAHAHEEYEYEEHHEAHHA I CCAHAHN’THEHEHEHEAHHAHAOHOHO!”
She grinned. “Aww, sure you can, matey! Just say it…it’ll feel so-hoo good…”
“EHEHEHHHEHAAHA IHIHHIT FEEHEHEEELS SOHOOH GOOHOHOOHOOD!” He admitted, giggling harder. She laughed and went for his soles.
He jumped in the stocks, laughing harder. “Feathers, my dear, you have had a busy, busy week…your Kats have been rather fidgety lately because you have been, they tell me how you’ve been lerring sooo much…me, Shalla, Sammi, Helen…you’ve been giving and not taking anything. Doesn’t it feel good to be on the other end every now and then?”
With that, he could fight no more. He let the cuffs hold his weight and relaxed, slumping in the bonds, laughing uncontrolled, and just nodded. Did it EVER feel good! She was right, he HAD been fidgety lately…he hadn’t noticed that the Kats had noticed. He had ler’d too much lately.
Karen paused. “Now for the finish…” she pulled out two long, stiff feathers and began to lightly tease both his arches at once.
His arches were his absolutely worst tickle spots. He let his head loll back, laughing hysterically.
He knew Karen—she was nothing if not against non-con. The moment he asked her, safeword or not, she would stop.
But he didn’t ever want it to end!
THE END...?
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