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[m/f - underarm, hip, breast tickling, explicit content]
This one took a while to finish. I mean just that, to finish, as I got to a halfway point and for some reason the other half ended up being difficult to work on. This piece was originally supposed to be finished before April even rolled around, but the problem was that lots of new turbulence and activity began to occur in my life. New furniture, things with friends, things with employment, blah blah, things that I don't need to get into and that you probably aren't interested in 😛. Onto this piece: it's my first work of explicit tickle sex, something I've long been interested in doing and am excited to have finally finished. I thought it turned out rather well, but I'll let you be the judge of that. I hope you enjoy reading! As always, I thrive on critique and feedback, so don't hesitate in telling me what you thought of the story.
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When he was still employed with the Cartographer’s Guild, punctuality always seemed to be the priority. Showing up to assignments on time, completing commissions on time, finishing assessment reports on time... Somehow all it took to break Aidan from the habit was time away from the Guild, or at least employment where the threat of discharge didn’t constantly loom over him. He stirred again, but this time didn’t go back to sleep. He lied in bed on his belly with his eyes open, his left arm outstretched before him on the space where Lani slept. Sunlight filtered through the rough-spun blue curtains and shone in thin beams on his arm. Her scent still lingered, he smiled when he caught the faintest traces of it by her pillow, where it met his. Aidan thought it was a good start to his morning—it beat being terrorized into wakefulness for sure.
He shook off the last loose clutches of sleep and rose to sit up in the bed. It was very warm this morning, and with such humidness in the air, it was easy to tell that it would be hotter later in the day. Aidan didn’t bother to throw on a shirt; he jumped out of bed and donned a loose pair of red outdoors shorts and opened the door out of the bedroom. The hallway he now stood in was the linchpin that connected together the different rooms of the building; it was a big part of why he liked the house, even if he hadn’t lived that long in it. There was a door that led to the lavatory and across from it one that led to the bathroom. Other doors down the hallway led to the study, the spacious supply closet, the kitchen, and finally downstairs to the agency. Faintly, he heard activity in the kitchen (another plus to the hallway was how thoroughly it closed off sound from room to room, and from the outside, which was ideal for their neighbours during the couple’s wild nights.)
“Morning.”
Lani was sitting at the kitchen table with her feet pressed up against its edge. Having known her for so long and knowing very well what remarkable feats of hardiness and perseverance she was capable of, it never ceased to amaze him that the bottoms of her feet were so soft. Aidan forced his stare away from her honey-hued soles, lighter and more vibrant than the deep duskiness of the rest of her skin. The suppleness of her flesh was detailed in how the underneaths of her arches sank into the table’s edge. Like him, she was dressed lightly, wearing only a pair of forest-green shorts and a sleeveless, faded top that loosely clung to her shoulders. His gaze would have met hers if it had been his face that Lani was studying. Her eyes were glued to his naked torso, gleaming with light beads of perspiration from the heavy air. Slowly, she let her eyes crawl up the stark muscles of his chest, over the sensual figure of his neck where it met his jawline. When they finally did lock eyes, her face lit up with a smile he easily recognized and adored.
It wasn’t only Lani who had developed an eye-catching figure from years of trekking through the wilderness. Aidan had been with her every step of the way, even dealing with the more physically demanding tasks, like hauling supplies or carving a path, so that Lani could better identify paths and landmarks. It honestly never struck him that she would find his body so appealing, or at least as appealing as he found hers. Still, if the glances she constantly snuck when she thought he wasn’t looking were anything to go by, he couldn’t complain. Come to think of it... even during their travels she had thrown those looks. Or was it his imagination? It did make sense for her to be more discreet when they were still getting to know one another.
“What do you think?” She lifted her foot and scrunched her toes down, wiggling them from pinky up. Aidan didn’t even notice that she was painting her nails when he had come into the kitchen. They were a smooth, light blue that stood out well against her tan skin, even accentuating the way the hue transitioned into the creamy caramel sides and bottoms of her feet.
“It looks good,” he said, and meant it. When did he get the foot fetish? Maybe it was just the idea of finally seeing another part of her that had been hidden away for so long. There was something strangely thrilling about seeing her feet out of her boots. Or maybe he had just been working too hard lately, reading about mamono and editing and revising...
Lani flashed her teeth in a pretty smile.
“Good. They’re nice to do up when I’m not wearing boots. It’ll suck wearing them indoors today.”
The weather never stopped her before. Still, it would be nice to let her feet (and Aidan) breathe. He supposed the smell really only got bad when her feet were stuffed into her boots, otherwise they were touched with a kind of sweaty muskiness that Aidan had to admit he didn’t terribly mind. Though whether that could be attributed to his developing foot fetish or his feelings for Lani was another matter entirely.
“I didn’t sleep in did I?” Aidan asked.
“No, I only got up an hour ago,” Lani put her feet down and leaned back in a lethargic stretch. Aidan’s breath halted as he watched her shirt crawl up the gentle slope of her lower belly, until it stopped at her navel. She relaxed again with a smile; from the corner of her eye she had seen him stare.
“Today should be busy. Reena said a lot of people got back to her and they’re scheduled for today.”
“When do we open?”
“I guess whenever we’re ready,” she said, her grin returning; they both understood what she meant. Even if Aidan hadn’t been so deliciously dressed, (or undressed, Lani thought as she raked her eyes over his chest again) she would still have been happy to put their enterprise on hold. It was his eyes. In the past week she had seen more fire in them than she had ever when they worked with the Guild. There was always a kind of distance that obscured their surface, and though she always had a feeling that she knew why, Lani never could have guessed that he was holding so much back. She always thought he was handsome; with the way his strawberry-blonde hair casually tumbled over his head, the strong shape of his jawline, the fine, tiny bristles on his chin, and the sensual shape of his lips, it wasn’t hard to see why. His skin wasn’t as tan as hers, it was a light dusky peach, and when she got close enough, she could see freckles that went along his nose, stopping a quarter of the way to his cheeks. She thought those were particularly adorable too. But his eyes... Lani had never seen such longing in their blue depths. Then when he smiled—like he was smiling now—with his eyes as they were... she wanted him all the more. He stooped over the table as she rose, their kisses meeting and taking themselves from the kitchen, down the hall, and into the privacy of their bedroom where they melted into moans and whispers.
The two were downstairs a bit under an hour later. Lani had taken her seat behind the office’s new desk while Aidan locked the door to the upstairs.
“Will you open up?” she asked. He nodded and left the office. Neither of them could get rid of the rather unprofessional little smiles they had on their faces. Aidan made it out to the other room and noticed figures outside the door to the street. Just how well had Reena been advertising? He unlocked the door to find none other than Reena outside.
“About time! It’s like, too fucking hot out!” she groaned and walked in past him. She was dressed lightly too, wearing a broad-brimmed straw hat with a very loose floral pink summer dress that lightly tumbled lightly over her torso, stopping just halfway down her thighs and accentuating the athletic shape of her long legs. “You guys need to set up work times; I waited out there for, like, half an hour!” She groaned and sank into the long, comfortable couch against the wall, slipped her leather sandals off, and propped her feet on top of the squat table in front of her. She sighed with relief as she fanned her cute, long toes, flashing her red nail paint. From how brightly the reddish-coral bottoms of her feet glowed, it looked like they were glad to be off the ground.
“What are you smiling about, anyway?” Reena eyed him suspiciously.
“Nothing. I had a good breakfast,” he said without batting an eye. She squinted at him and he looked away. No doubt she understood. That’s why she had to wait in the baking sun...
Reena took off her hat and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m being bitchy, I just didn’t get much sleep last night, some people were frustrating, and it’s so hot out and, like, I hate being this sweaty! But I’m done advertising! A lot of people think this agency is a good idea!”
“Really?”
“Yep! Me and Jezz talked to a lot of people, they all said they’d stop by throughout the week! And we put up general service flyers!”
“Where is Jezzine?”
“She’s visiting Minxi, she should be getting back tomorrow.”
Aidan shuddered at the thought. Being alone with tickle-crazed goblins didn’t sound like the best of ideas to him.
“Looks like today will be busy after all. We can’t thank you enough for the help,” he said.
“Oh don’t worry about it, you’re paying me anyway! How’s the new stuff treating you?”
“Really good. We’re almost a legitimate business now,” he said with a grateful smile. Over the past few days, while organizing the agency’s advertising and informal public relations, Reena had taken it upon herself to replace the offices’ discount furniture with a more respectably crafted type of decor. The large office had been completely refurnished with a new, polished dark-wood desk and chairs, as well as attractive plants and soothing paintings that eased the environment while simultaneously giving it an industrious feel. The walls had been manicured with an olive-beige tone and decorated with a large brass plaque that featured the agency’s symbol (which Lani and Aidan had decided to be a rolled up map tied with thick string crossed with a writing quill, with a fat bottle of ink beneath the two) and its motto (“Dealing with mamono so you don’t have to.”) The previous scrap of cloth taken from the werecat as a trophy was moved into the previously vacant room, where Minxi’s shoes were also placed. The newly made trophy room was attractively furnished with royal blue walls and chrome trim, and the mamono’s trophies were kept behind glass boxes atop stone pedestals. Best of all were the changes to the waiting room. Comfortable cotton-lined couches were set against the three walls away from the door to the office and a large coffee table with reading material rested between them all. Plants and paintings decorated the room just like the office.
“Gods I love these couches,” she purred and sank into the material. Her toes wiggled happily as she closed her eyes. “You still need to find a receptionist right?”
“That’ll be done today if people come.”
“Oh they will,” Reena said as though they were already here. “But it’ll get crazy without a receptionist... I guess I can do it. Like, until you find one.”
“Reena we c—”
“Bup bup! You’re paying me!”
Aidan sighed with resignation.
“Alright. I’ll go tell Lani.”
“But figure out your work hours! You can fuck on your own time!”
He stopped in his tracks and turned back to her.
“Like you said, we’re paying you. You can’t just say things like that to your employers.”
“You can when you spend half an hour outside waiting for the agency to open.”
Aidan decided not to press the matter.
“Was that Reena?” Lani asked when Aidan returned. Her bare feet were crossed at the ankles and propped up on the desk in a most unprofessional manner.
“Yep, she said we should expect a lot of people.”
Lani nodded and took her feet down immediately.
“She’s acting as receptionist for the day too,” Aidan continued as he took his seat next to her.
“We’ll screen for one then; we need one. But what’s the most important thing we should look for in these applicants?”
Aidan peered at her questioningly. Her face had returned to its normal business-like expression, she was wearing her famous (well, usual) scowl, but she was looking right at him, as if she wanted the answer to a question she already knew the answer to.
“Honestly? Survival skills. We’ll be lucky to find one in the bunch who didn’t immediately run from a mamono, much less actually fought back.”
“I was thinking the same thing. I don’t want to be responsible for sending people to their dooms.”
“They should bring resumes...”
“I bet Reena did a good enough job of telling them what it means to work with us. I’m sure they’ve had jobs, I don’t think any of them will be stupid enough to come without a resume.”
As it turned out, every applicant had brought a relevant resume. It pleased Lani to be secure with the knowledge that despite Reena’s informal manner, she was more than capable of reliability. Before the day was over, they had over a dozen applications to look through.
“As expected, none have any real experience,” Lani sighed, thumbing through the papers.
“I’m thinking of four we can accept as is.”
“Those two hunters are hands down the most qualified. Five years of experience in the wilds...”
“But they’ve avoided every mamono they’ve tracked. They don’t know how to deal with one.”
“Oh they’ll learn. My concern is how far into unfamiliar territory they’re willing to go.”
Aidan looked at her.
“How unfamiliar are we talking here?”
“We’re taking this agency all the way. I know there’s mamono that live in caves and steppes and deserts; we’re going to collect data on all of them.”
She turned to him and was surprised by his grin.
“I’ve always wanted to go far west,” he said.
Lani’s wrinkled her nose in a happy smile. She always wanted to too.
“So we’ll send them a letter... Ruby and Oeilver... They looked like they would take this seriously.”
“It’s good that Reena mentioned we work in pairs.”
“We might have to bump that number anyway—for safety. That and half the applicants didn’t submit a joint resume.”
Aidan put down the papers and rested his face on his hands.
“We’ll have to figure out pairing. No, wait, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. We’ll be getting applications all week.”
Lani nodded.
“There can’t be that many people left... Next!”
A second after Lani’s call, a man appeared through the door. He was tall and dressed loosely in a faded blue jerkin and rugged pants. The lightness of his clothes effectively flaunted his attractively muscular build, which was a bit larger than that of the ordinary explorer, but not enough to intimidate. At any rate, he carried his physique with a peculiar amount of quiet reserve, as if he thought nothing of his size.
“Hello,” Lani was still fumbling through papers when he came in. “Please have a seat.”
“Sure,” he said pleasantly. Like the rest of him, his face wasn’t unattractive either. What stood out the most of his rugged features was the gentle gaze of his big brown eyes.
“Alright... Can we see your resume?”
“Oh, I uh, don’t have one.”
Aidan looked up, “No?”
“Reena told me about you guys and I think that what you’re doing is a good idea. And, well, I’d like to help.”
“Great,” Lani said. “Tell us how you would like to help us.”
“Um...” the man looked down, embarrassed that he didn’t know how to begin, and scratched his head. It was apparent that he did not have much formal experience.
“Start by telling us your name and what you do for a living,” Aidan suggested.
“Well, my name’s Sten. I’m a farmer. I help tend my family’s field, but I live far from the farm with a mamono. That’s my real income.”
“You what?” Lani burst out. Aidan shared her dumbfounded stare.
“A holstaurus. You’ve probably heard of holstaurus milk.”
“I’ve heard that it’s really nutritious,” Lani said, “if a little expensive.”
“It’s delicious too. People say they won’t drink regular milk again after they’ve tried some. It’s used for all kinds of medicines and balms—some even think drinking it makes you live longer.”
“Huh. Does it?” Aidan asked.
“I don’t know. But I make enough off it to live comfortably with Prim—er, Primrose. Her name.” Sten said and looked away as his lips curved up and a blush crept on his face. Lani couldn’t help but think it was sweet.
“I didn’t think it was possible to live with a mamono,” Aidan remarked.
“No other farmers came to you first?” Sten asked.
“You’re the first.”
“Weird. There’s a union that sells the milk to the markets, every day the courier comes to pick up the milk and he pays me per bottle. Can you believe that? The gold is fine, but even if we made none, just being with her would do me too.”
“How did you come across her?”
“Actually, I was out with my brother one evening when we saw them. He was a part of the union before me, so he stops me immediately, laughs and points, and we just see them there.”
He paused and smiled with the warmth of the memory.
“Not everyone gets to join the union; you can’t just up and grab a holstaurus whenever you want. They have to choose you. I didn’t think my brother was serious when he wanted me to let them get a look. But surely enough, we stop in our tracks and they stop and they see us. There were six of them.” He blushed. “They were all really pretty.”
“What does a holstaurus looks like?” Aidan asked genuinely. “A cow mamono?”
“Something like that. They’re regular woman top to halfway down to their thighs, and then everything below is furry and ends in hooves. It’s really cute.”
“Huh. Horns too?” Lani asked.
“Yeah, and little cow ears instead of human ones. Like I said, really cute.”
“Go on, how did she choose you?”
“Prim just kept staring at me. They all look at you at first but then they sort of look away or find something else to do. But Prim kept looking right at me, so my brother pushes me forward and I almost trip on my way to her. But then she laughs and gets this beautiful smile... I looked back at my brother and he gave me the thumbs up. We sat together and talked for hours, I don’t even remember what about. I was just lost in her.”
“That’s sweet.” Lani said with a small smile.
“When nightfall came she just wanted to come home with me. She held onto my arm and—uh—pushed her breasts into me. Me and my brother parted and I took her home. That night was amazing.”
“What is she like?”
“Wait,” Aidan interrupted her and brought out one of the blank entries. “Here. Take this and fill as much of it as accurately as you can. We’ll pay you for the information.”
“I can take this to the union, they’ll be a big help.”
“Thank you,” Lani said. “We really mean it. It’s our first data collection where we didn’t have to send anyone out to danger.”
“Hey, I’m glad to help; your agency is important. It’s not safe in the wilds if a sword can’t help.”
“From what we’ve found, you should keep a feather on the pommel,” Aidan chuckled.
“That’s what Reena told me,” Sten laughed. “It was nice meeting you folks.”
“Likewise,” Lani smiled. The two shook Sten’s hand and watched him leave the office.
“That was the easiest interview we had all day,” Lani commented.
“You’re telling me. Alright... I’ll go check with Reena to see how many are left. Sun’s going down anyway; we should finish up.”
The rising dusk was a pleasant sight to Sten on his way home. He looked over the form again, and admired the objective organization of the categories. He wondered how many of the other members of the union would be interested in filling out such a thing. Money wasn’t an object, that much was certain; maybe a few of his unionmates would even take a look at the form just for fun, or maybe even out of a genuine desire to help the budding business. Sten recalled the stories Prim told him of when she herself was in danger of the more fiendish mamono prowling about the meadows. An insightful collection of tips on how to combat and deal with such mamono was definitely something he would be happy to help.
It was nightfall by the time her arrived at his home, a squat, cozy-looking house that was bigger on the inside that it looked on the outside.
“Prim?” Sten called when he walked through the front door. There was no answer. The house was in order, almost exactly like it was every day. He didn’t mind a bit of a clutter; it was Prim who loved the wider walking spaces and natural orderliness that a bit of daily cleaning accomplished. He called her name again when he moved deeper into the living room. When no answer came, he figured she must be in the garden. Sten took the backdoor out into the glowstone-lit cobble path and sure enough he found her sitting amidst the flowers.
She turned to him with a bright beam. Her fur was russet, touched with the occasional brown spot. Part of what made Sten love her all the more was that in the herd he had encountered with his brother, she was one of the only two holstauruses that didn’t have a black and white scheme of fur. It somehow made her that much more special. She had enormous hips that connected her thick thighs to the rest of her stocky build. The pleasing plumpness of her belly and sides rose in deep curves up to her comparably small upper torso, where her enormous breasts rested. A small tuft of russet fur was nestled just between her breasts and her collarbone. If it wasn’t her body that captured his heart, it was certainly her face. She had a round, gentle face that always wore a soft smile since they had met. Her big, violet eyes were set perfectly over soft cheeks and a little nose. Her hair was the same color as the rest of her fur, and fell in gentle tangles down to her shoulders. She was dressed in a light blue tube top that revealed her belly and the tops of her breasts. Similarly, the mamono also had on tight shorts that just revealed where the human flesh of her thighs began to transition into the fur. Obviously the hot night was getting to her too.
“You’re back!” she exclaimed and rose to brush the dirt off her furry knees. Her tail swished happily back and forth when she squeezed the breath out of him in a tight hug. Sten wished his brother had told him how strong mamono could be when they wanted to.
“Listen!” she said and looked away for a second. Sure enough, after a second of looking around questioningly, he heard them. “It’s those night chirp bugs!” she buzzed “I finally got them to come!”
The garden was entirely her creation. Since the holstaurus had joined his house, he never had much luck or variety in the backyard besides a few tomatoes and cucumbers. Prim, it seemed, had a natural gift for botany. In a month that flew by faster than he could have ever imagined, she had transformed the plain square of grass into a wonderland of bright flowers and tall vines that attracted gorgeous moths and insects, some of which Sten had never even seen before. With the money they made, the garden was further beautified with columns, walkways, and various other little trinkets. Prim looked back up at Sten with a happy smile and loosened her hug to allow him to breathe.
“How was the trip?”
“Really good. They were nice people. It turned out I could help them after all.”
“Oh really?” Prim lowered her gaze suggestively and pressed her breasts firmly against him. Sten had told her about the agency before he left. “H-how can you do that?”
“Well... um...” Sten breathed. He could feel his heart begin to beat faster. Prim kept her mesmerizing eyes on his, and was steadily rubbing her breasts on him. “The agency wants to know what you like and... things like that...”
“W-we can do that kind of s-stuff now!” her own pretty face was beginning to blush now. When it came to sex, she didn’t mind being direct, but even just talking about it was still new to her. What resulted was an utterly adorable conflict between her shyness and her forwardness. Sten had to stifle a laugh. Her eyes were focused intently, hungrily on him but her mouth was a mess of quivers. “L-let’s go!”
She grabbed his hand and stomped down the walkway to their house, all while he tried to keep up with her almost mad pace. He couldn’t help but grin as they made it up to the bedroom. Quite unpredictably, she would be ready to go at just about any time during the day; sometimes it was hard to keep up—not that he thought he could ever say no to her either.
Prim left Sten to close the door behind them, when he turned around she was already on the bed, her ample breasts barely kept in her top as gravity adjusted their position to all over her chest. Her eyes were still fixed intently on him, her faced a blushing mess of desire and some sort of demure. The hammering in Sten’s heart rung in his ears as he came over to her on the side of the bed and she scooted up closer to the bedposts. From the bedstand nearby, Sten opened a drawer and pulled out two lengths of silk rope, while Prim stretched her arms out to reach the bedposts. They ended up a few inches short, but the rope more than made up for the distance.
Her demeanour changed almost the second Sten brought the rope around her wrists. The shyness evaporated in her body and a pleased look came over her eyes. Her visage became glazed, her smile became steadier, but the blush didn’t leave. At this point Sten really had to really focus on tying the ropes, and not being distracted by her gaze. His hands shook as he felt his growing erection grind against his pants. Every now and then he would steal glances at her pretty face, still smiling, her eyes a warm glow of lustful devotion. He had known his share of women before Prim, sure, but he never knew that it was possible for such a look to exist. It was almost gentle, softly inviting in a way that went beyond the fierce strength of her carnal desire, but somehow strengthened it, despite the stark differences between the two natures involved. He tied her right hand first, and then her left, as tightly as he could so as to outstretch her arms and leave them immobile.
“Is it too tight?” his voice quivered with the question. She closed her eyes and shook her head, her already hip grinding against the bed.
They had been together for a little while now, but there still existed a moment of uncertainty of what to do when Prim was finally tied, like he didn’t know where to begin. He climbed onto the bed over her and looked down with his own smile, and let his fingertips graze against her bare underarms.
“Eehee!” she trilled and arched her back. When she looked up at him again her gaze was hopeful, as if wondering why he stopped. He grinned and let his fingers slide down her underarms again. Her flesh was amazingly soft, and his digits moved easily down the sweat-slicked surface.
“Eeehehehaha! Dohon’t tease me!” Prim pouted with her burst of laughter. Sten couldn’t help but laugh himself. He heard what she said but knew that she wanted otherwise. A little bit of experimentation revealed that the little bits of teasing made her more sensitive—and more responsive to other types of touch. He climbed on top of her and set both index fingers against the tops of her underarms. She looked up at his face, her eyes pleading—but not for him to stop. He dragged both fingers slowly down the quivering hollows of her underarms, until he reached her ribs where he let his fingers lightly, barely dance.
“Stehehehen!” she whined and bucked, but found that he had tied her too tightly to the bed for it to do any good. Just the way she liked it. But what she didn’t like was how sweetly he seemed to be taking his time to draw out the frustration from her. Did she really though? She didn’t like the way her laughter sounded forced to her, how the soft tickling felt like eating a raisin to treat starvation.
His fingernails barely skittered up her underarms again and Prim squealed, herself amplifying the giggles. Maybe she thought she could trick her mind into thinking the tickling was more intense if she laughed louder. All the while, deep drops of moisture teased the mound of flesh between her thick thighs. He was still too slow! If only he would tickle harder! Faster! Something besides the maddeningly light and slow pace! She bit her lip and arched her back and tried to plead again but her words were lost in a trickle of breathy laughs, sighs, and frustrated moans. Prim looked up at him before squealing with surprise. Sten’s face was suddenly over hers, his eyes closed, her mouth caught in his lips’ deep embrace. Her moans vibrated muffled against the kiss, her eyes closed, and she allowed herself to forget about the maddeningly teasing touch on her underarms. Liquid fire continued to drip down the soft plumpness of her nether’s lips, she could feel her shorts sticking to her skin. Now a different problem presented itself. With the tickling gone, all she could think about was how good it felt to grind against him. He was sliding his pelvis against her, she could feel the rigidness of his erection through his pants.
“Mmhmphhph!”
Sten’s fingers found her underarms again, in a firmer caress that left tiny, almost non-existent traces of his touch against her flesh. He loved feeling her lips curve into a smile when they kissed. It was one of his favourite parts of how she liked their intimate moments. His fingers returned upward, spidering over the smooth, slippery flesh, drawing out muffled laughs as she tried to squirm away. She drew her head to her neck and tried to twist but Sten didn’t give up the kiss for a second. He pressed his lips firmer and Prim could feel his own smile grow against hers as his fingers traced lazy shapes into her underarms. With a soft squeal she finally broke away from his mouth and let her head rest by her shoulder, laughing helplessly under Sten’s touch. At least there was more substance to the tickling now, and Prim’s laughter didn’t sound as forced to her. But it still wasn’t enough! She wanted—no, needed—to be tortured. She wanted to scream with uncontrollable mirth, she wanted to cry and beg for mercy! Most of all, she wanted him to take her shorts down already. Did he not realize how wet she was? He must have, Prim could still feel his rock-hard member grinding against her pelvis. Why was he being such a tease?
As if to answer the question, his hands began to move lower and lower, brushing against her ribs, the sides of her belly, and lastly her wide hips, all to musical gusts of light laughter. Wait, she realized, Sten’s hands were on her hips! Prim could feel his fingers slip underneath the shorts and haltingly pull them down as they got caught in the friction of her thick, moist thighs and ass. She felt warm air caress the very barest inch of her slick, responsive petals between her legs; she could feel every drop of aching lust as it rolled down her lips, maddeningly stimulating those deliciously sensitive nerve endings even more. Finally, oh gods, finally. The holstaurus’s heart was hammering a crescendo in her chest, her breathing rose loud and she tested the ropes again. She couldn’t budge her arms an inch—she loved it. She could feel Sten adjusting himself over her, his hands sliding down the curves of her sides. He was going to do it... finally, she was—
“AIEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
All holstauruses loved the sensuality of their enormous hips, and Prim was no different. She was aware of their beautiful shape, the way they swung when she walked and the way they softly yielded to touch. Sten caressed their ample curves; he needed the full width of his palms to touch them and even then her hips always made his hands feel small. He loved every inch of them, and he also loved something else about them. When he let his thumbs rest right under her hipbones and the rest of his fingers wrap around her silky flesh, he found that he could get a very interesting reaction (especially with Prim as aroused as she was) when he manipulated those digits.
Her body lunged into his and somewhere beneath the chaos of sensations that engulfed her, she heard him laughing. Intense pangs of ticklish lightning leapt from her hips and ravaged her body with hysteria, just as the unbearably hot sensation between her petals reached a practical overflow. Screaming with laughter and thrashing against her bonds, the two overwhelming waves of sensitivity crashed into each other like two armies on a raging battlefield. They blended and melted into one another until Prim couldn’t tell what she wanted to do more: laugh from Sten’s gingerly firm touch or moan from what her own body was doing to her. What resulted were breathy, howling peals of laughter as one sensation built on the other, over and over, multiplying the frenzy of her mirth and the intensity of her orgasm until the holstaurus was lost to the feelings. Prim didn’t know for how long the deliciously torturous inundation of bliss shook her body. All she knew was that when the burning currents of pleasure finally began to loosen their hold of her, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Sten, his tickling grip on her hips now a sensuous brush.
Gods she’s too beautiful, Sten thought. The thought hadn’t left his head since it first entered when he was tying her wrists. He couldn’t tear himself from her eyes, shining bright like polished tanzanite on rich silk. Her lips began to move, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out, only deep pants and the last few, breathy giggles leaving her throat. Then Prim smiled and her eyes shone even brighter, brimming with love, lust, their depths churning Sten’s own desire. His hands moved again and he felt Prim’s muscles tighten as a surprised squeak escape her lips, but the sound quickly melted into a moan when his grip found the rest of her shorts and began to pull them down.
Not accidentally, he let his fingers ticklingly glide against the soft skin of her enormous thighs, loving the way her giggles flowed in sultry whispers. She squirmed weakly under his touch, almost as if to goad him on more than from an actual want to escape the tickling. His breath caught in his throat when her shorts finally fully unveiled her womanhood, dripping wet, almost visibly shivering with arousal. Prim met his eyes again and there was a desperate, almost pleading lasciviousness in them. He didn’t know whether to keep tickling or to finally give her release—he wasn’t honestly sure if Prim herself knew what she wanted. His own carnal aches however, made the dilemma a short one. He lowered himself down to her, brushing his shaft against her lips and getting the exact reaction he desired. How he had managed this much self-restraint for this long was a mystery to him—but that final gasp of pleasure, that final moan and that sweet look of yearning on Prim’s face drove him over the edge.
Prim arched her back when he slid into her, cutting the air with swift gasps. She tried to move her arms, not to struggle, but to really feel how tightly she was immobilized—how deliciously helpless she was to his every move. She looked up into his burning eyes—she wanted him to know how in control he was, how she hungered for every second of it.
“Aaahh—Eeeehahahaha! Yeeehehehes!”
Her moans were laced with laughter as his hands slid up her ribcage and into the hollows of her underarms, where they kneading gently into her soft, most flesh. She would have laughed harder if there was no other interference in her nerves; his technique steadily improved each time they shared such intimate moments and at times, like this one, the progress really shone. Sten remembered how letting his fingers spider against the outer sides of her underarms really drove her crazy, something about where the flesh was firmer that resulted in those delightfully more frantic peals of laughter. The gush of the holstaurus’s mirth burst through her ecstatic moans.
“AYEEEHAHAHAH! YEHEHEHESHAHAHAHAHA! TIHIHICKLE HAHAHAHAHARDER!”
Sten gladly obliged her, running his fingers all along the silky edges of her underarms, alternating between strokes and scratches, all while indulging himself in the soft, moist depths below her belly. There was just something so incredible about watching the gorgeous mamono so torn between howling with laughter and sighing with passion. Her eyes were shut, her eyebrows were arched upwards in an expression of pure submissive bliss, and her red lips were parted in a smile as moaning laughter left them. He watched a bead of sweat trickle down her jaw, onto her neck, where it leisurely slid and left a mouth-watering trail of moisture in its wake. The way she surrendered herself, the way she writhed in amorous, ticklish anguish... Sten fell upon her, his face nuzzled into her neck, which only made her laugh and moan harder. Prim’s maddeningly delectable scent filled his nostrils and stirred his heart. He let his tongue lap against the smooth skin of her neck and he chased every lick with a kiss and a nip.
Somehow what he was doing to her neck was contributing to her overall sensitivity. Prim struggled more earnestly, her arms pulling against the tight bonds but doing nothing to decrease how vulnerable the position left her sensitive underarms. With his elbows on the bed, Sten had a much more comfortable position through which he could torment those delicate spaces. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but his sense of touch was more than adequate in navigating the glistening flesh. She tried to move her head as she screamed with gasping laughter, but Sten’s greedy position over her neck gave her little wiggle room. Her hips however, were an entirely different story. They had intensified their grinding, as if to remind Sten that there were still powerful muscles beneath their squishier layers. He breathed hard into her neck as he felt her velvety walls contract and loosen around his cock with his every thrust—and that his face was buried in her neck, where he could taste her so deeply, only intensified the feeling. He traced his lips against her collarbone, down her chest where the skin rose to meet the enormous mounds of her breasts, and let his tongue explore the sensitive surface there. And at the same time, his hands began to move higher on her underarms, away from their outer edges until they teased the very corners of Prim’s ample breasts.
“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THEHEHEHEHERE HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Her worst spot was also the one that allowed the most room for tickling. Sten grinned against her skin and his fingers, all ten wiggling devilishly, traced delicate shapes against the edges of her breasts, to frantic peals of helpless laughter that were now winning in terms of intensity over the sultry volume of her passion. She was definitely struggling against her bonds now, but her pussy still ground against him, devouring every last inch he pumped in and out.
Prim wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted now. Her breasts were unbearably ticklish and Sten was rapidly reaching the point where she would have wanted him to stop so she could focus on what the fire between her legs was doing to her. But did she really want the tickling to stop? The holstaurus could barely even form cohesive thoughts, and amidst the ticklish electricity that tortured her body and the liquid hot pleasure that tingled below where she met Sten, she loved every second of her vulnerability. No matter how much her body began to protest, deep down Prim wanted to be driven to her absolute limits, to scream and cry with hysterical laughter.
With a grunt of effort, Sten lifted his head and adjusted his position so he could better look at his work. Her breasts were divinely alluring, massive but somehow they fit just right with the rest of Prim’s body. Sten hungrily looked them over, firmly increasing the tickling against their sides. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them. With every tiny bit that Prim laughed and struggled, they jiggled to and fro, hypnotically enticing in their form. He couldn’t resist a second more. He lowered himself to her left breast and traced his tongue around her areola. The skin tasted amazingly sweet and earthy, almost like a blend of cream and herbs.
“AHAAAAAAAAHAHA! YEEEHEHEEEES!”
She jolted immediately, the instant that Sten’s tongue made contact with the outer edges of her nipples, her pelvis rode hard into his, her inner muscles gripping against his member with such intensity that he cried out. If it wasn’t for how heavily the juices dripped from her lips, he wouldn’t have been able to move at all. His tongue continued its exploration of her large areola, teasing the responsive flesh in warm circles before finally centering its movements on the nipple itself, what he had been craving the entire time.
Hot shockwaves spread from her nipple and coursed through her body with his every lick over the savoury nub of flesh. Prim’s breathing became heavier as those shockwaves centered on her pussy, setting its depths alight with even more intensity. The tickling was no longer at the forefront of her mind, not when Sten was so wonderfully indulging in her breasts as he slid in and out into her, deeply, exactly as she wanted it, each time. Her torso was still jumping from his touch, her free breast in constant motion as his fingers continued tickling, gently stroking into the delicate, round flesh. It still tickled immensely, but the pleasure was taking over now, more and more steamy moans took the place of her uncontrollable laughter, until only a few giggles could escape through the thick fog of her desire.
Deep below her belly, her muscles were tightening and relaxing at an impossible pace. Sten was so perfect in the constant attention he was giving each of her body parts—it was going to happen again, gods, it was already happening! Prim tried to pull her arms in, as if to defend herself from how completely she knew the orgasm was going to overwhelm her mind, but the bonds held fast, and the tickling wouldn’t cease for a minute. Every last nerve under some sort of assault was brought to her awareness, every finger releasing screaming bursts of ticklish fire, every inch of the warm, wet tongue playing with the vulnerable ends of her nipples, and every last tight caress against the intimate walls within her engorged lips. Her body shook with the sensations; her eyes shut tightly; her lips parted and a single, long amorous scream filled the air. For a good few seconds, Prim disappeared into a trance, unable to move or react to Sten’s titillations—her back arched and her body was locked in the position, her mouth wide open in a silent, passionate moan. When finally she returned, she collapsed back down onto the bed and resumed every frenzied reaction again, giggling and moaning and bouncing every which way from the tickling she knew—and loved that she knew—she couldn’t escape.
“Gods, I’m so close,” Sten gasped against her body’s grinding.
“N-not yet! Plehehehease!” She wanted one more orgasm; she could feel it rising from the haze of her previous one. Sten bit his lip and lifted himself from her nipple. He had no idea how much longer he could last. How long could anyone last when there was a beautiful, helpless goddess writhing under them, begging for a touch? Sten lifted himself from her nipple—indulging in that delicious region was definitely not helping. Prim gasped adorably when he popped his mouth from her breast and rose back to a kneeling position over her.
“Wh-what? What are YAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AYEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! STEHEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!”
Her eyes shot wide open and she stared up at him in disbelief. Both of his hands had left the sides of her breasts and had descended to the tops of them, where each finger scraped and scribbled against the landscapes around her areola. Whatever previous traces of desire were present in her voice were completely obliterated by the intensity of her hysteria. Her arms pulled hopelessly against her bonds. That very helplessness that Prim loved feeling since the session started was rapidly becoming her undoing. Sten was tickling too agonizingly well, especially on an area that was simply too ticklish for her own good. Prim thrashed as best as she could and howled with helpless laughter. She knew her limits and they were definitely reached—it was too much, she couldn’t possibly take any more!
But why did her loins still throb so pleasurably? Why did she, against her own will’s very staunch objections, secretly hope that he wouldn’t stop tickling until he was satisfied? She was still aware of his thick manhood thrusting within her, but she couldn’t moan, she couldn’t grind her hips. All Prim could do was scream and laugh and try to squirm as her desperate nerve-endings fired an endless stream of ticklish lightning into her brain. Still, amidst it all, liquid hot pleasure was brewing deep beneath the tickling shroud, bubbling like a spring. As the incessantly intense tickling went on, the spring bubbled faster, hotter.
Prim’s frenetic laughter immediately grew breathier before finally erupting into a screaming moan. The molten pleasure inundated her brain and all the ticklish signals within, but rather than dim them, the two sensations worked together, as if out of mutual interest in driving the holstaurus out of her wits. Her body felt like it on fire as her pussy quivered and throbbed with explosion after explosion of pleasure, more than she could handle. She felt Sten stop tickling and collapse onto her too, as his own organ was caught in the throes of climax. Perhaps it was this shared euphoria that multiplied the chaos surging through her body, which had not let up even with the tickling finally over. Brilliant white light flashed in her mind, she saw stars come and go, and, finally, it was over.
The first thing she felt when the last grips of her orgasm finally released her was the weight of Sten over her, his breathing hard in her neck, his arms neatly set on her ribs in a close embrace. The softness of the bed registered immediately after, and then the realization that Prim was smiling. Sten lifted his head and looked at her face; its redness had dimmed to a light shade of pink. He studied the expression in her eyes and knew that it must have been the same one that was in his. An exhausted kiss arose when he lowered himself to her face, but it was still delectably warm, long, and touched with her smile.
“I wasn’t too cruel, was I?” he asked as he began to untie her wrists. Prim shook her head and bit her lip. Of course he was, but she loved it so much. He was everything she wanted him to be. When her hands were finally free she rolled over to her side and snuggled into his chest, wrapping her arms around his middle as he rested one of his under her head and the other around her shoulder.
“It was so good...” she purred into him. Sten smiled and hugged her tighter. The hot night ensured that they wouldn’t need to sleep under covers, so the bed didn’t need to be fixed up. The lamp was safe enough for them to let it go out itself, so there was no need to get up and worry about that. Prim was already falling asleep. The loving, satisfied look in her eyes was slowly being hidden by her heavy lids, but her smile stayed, even as she slept.
The sheet from the agency! The thought came and went in Sten’s mind. It was still wherever he had left it. He could always concern himself with it in the morning. He grinned to himself as he felt his own eyelids descend. And he could always collect more data tomorrow.
General Information on Mamono: A collection of discoveries made by all those involved with the Mamono Survival Agency.
...Anybody who had ever come in contact with mamono of any sort is more than aware of how strong they are. Even smaller, more slender mamono that look like they won’t be much of a threat are capable of displaying the type of strength that would be found in men of swarthier builds. While this strength varies from type to type, even the weakest kind’s strength is something to be wary of. However, when tickled, this supernatural strength quickly fades away into nonexistence. Some mamono will fight fiercer than others, but after prolonged tickling they will only be capable of as much struggle as any ordinary human would. Even then, further tickling will reduce all of their strength to practical non-existence...
This one took a while to finish. I mean just that, to finish, as I got to a halfway point and for some reason the other half ended up being difficult to work on. This piece was originally supposed to be finished before April even rolled around, but the problem was that lots of new turbulence and activity began to occur in my life. New furniture, things with friends, things with employment, blah blah, things that I don't need to get into and that you probably aren't interested in 😛. Onto this piece: it's my first work of explicit tickle sex, something I've long been interested in doing and am excited to have finally finished. I thought it turned out rather well, but I'll let you be the judge of that. I hope you enjoy reading! As always, I thrive on critique and feedback, so don't hesitate in telling me what you thought of the story.
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When he was still employed with the Cartographer’s Guild, punctuality always seemed to be the priority. Showing up to assignments on time, completing commissions on time, finishing assessment reports on time... Somehow all it took to break Aidan from the habit was time away from the Guild, or at least employment where the threat of discharge didn’t constantly loom over him. He stirred again, but this time didn’t go back to sleep. He lied in bed on his belly with his eyes open, his left arm outstretched before him on the space where Lani slept. Sunlight filtered through the rough-spun blue curtains and shone in thin beams on his arm. Her scent still lingered, he smiled when he caught the faintest traces of it by her pillow, where it met his. Aidan thought it was a good start to his morning—it beat being terrorized into wakefulness for sure.
He shook off the last loose clutches of sleep and rose to sit up in the bed. It was very warm this morning, and with such humidness in the air, it was easy to tell that it would be hotter later in the day. Aidan didn’t bother to throw on a shirt; he jumped out of bed and donned a loose pair of red outdoors shorts and opened the door out of the bedroom. The hallway he now stood in was the linchpin that connected together the different rooms of the building; it was a big part of why he liked the house, even if he hadn’t lived that long in it. There was a door that led to the lavatory and across from it one that led to the bathroom. Other doors down the hallway led to the study, the spacious supply closet, the kitchen, and finally downstairs to the agency. Faintly, he heard activity in the kitchen (another plus to the hallway was how thoroughly it closed off sound from room to room, and from the outside, which was ideal for their neighbours during the couple’s wild nights.)
“Morning.”
Lani was sitting at the kitchen table with her feet pressed up against its edge. Having known her for so long and knowing very well what remarkable feats of hardiness and perseverance she was capable of, it never ceased to amaze him that the bottoms of her feet were so soft. Aidan forced his stare away from her honey-hued soles, lighter and more vibrant than the deep duskiness of the rest of her skin. The suppleness of her flesh was detailed in how the underneaths of her arches sank into the table’s edge. Like him, she was dressed lightly, wearing only a pair of forest-green shorts and a sleeveless, faded top that loosely clung to her shoulders. His gaze would have met hers if it had been his face that Lani was studying. Her eyes were glued to his naked torso, gleaming with light beads of perspiration from the heavy air. Slowly, she let her eyes crawl up the stark muscles of his chest, over the sensual figure of his neck where it met his jawline. When they finally did lock eyes, her face lit up with a smile he easily recognized and adored.
It wasn’t only Lani who had developed an eye-catching figure from years of trekking through the wilderness. Aidan had been with her every step of the way, even dealing with the more physically demanding tasks, like hauling supplies or carving a path, so that Lani could better identify paths and landmarks. It honestly never struck him that she would find his body so appealing, or at least as appealing as he found hers. Still, if the glances she constantly snuck when she thought he wasn’t looking were anything to go by, he couldn’t complain. Come to think of it... even during their travels she had thrown those looks. Or was it his imagination? It did make sense for her to be more discreet when they were still getting to know one another.
“What do you think?” She lifted her foot and scrunched her toes down, wiggling them from pinky up. Aidan didn’t even notice that she was painting her nails when he had come into the kitchen. They were a smooth, light blue that stood out well against her tan skin, even accentuating the way the hue transitioned into the creamy caramel sides and bottoms of her feet.
“It looks good,” he said, and meant it. When did he get the foot fetish? Maybe it was just the idea of finally seeing another part of her that had been hidden away for so long. There was something strangely thrilling about seeing her feet out of her boots. Or maybe he had just been working too hard lately, reading about mamono and editing and revising...
Lani flashed her teeth in a pretty smile.
“Good. They’re nice to do up when I’m not wearing boots. It’ll suck wearing them indoors today.”
The weather never stopped her before. Still, it would be nice to let her feet (and Aidan) breathe. He supposed the smell really only got bad when her feet were stuffed into her boots, otherwise they were touched with a kind of sweaty muskiness that Aidan had to admit he didn’t terribly mind. Though whether that could be attributed to his developing foot fetish or his feelings for Lani was another matter entirely.
“I didn’t sleep in did I?” Aidan asked.
“No, I only got up an hour ago,” Lani put her feet down and leaned back in a lethargic stretch. Aidan’s breath halted as he watched her shirt crawl up the gentle slope of her lower belly, until it stopped at her navel. She relaxed again with a smile; from the corner of her eye she had seen him stare.
“Today should be busy. Reena said a lot of people got back to her and they’re scheduled for today.”
“When do we open?”
“I guess whenever we’re ready,” she said, her grin returning; they both understood what she meant. Even if Aidan hadn’t been so deliciously dressed, (or undressed, Lani thought as she raked her eyes over his chest again) she would still have been happy to put their enterprise on hold. It was his eyes. In the past week she had seen more fire in them than she had ever when they worked with the Guild. There was always a kind of distance that obscured their surface, and though she always had a feeling that she knew why, Lani never could have guessed that he was holding so much back. She always thought he was handsome; with the way his strawberry-blonde hair casually tumbled over his head, the strong shape of his jawline, the fine, tiny bristles on his chin, and the sensual shape of his lips, it wasn’t hard to see why. His skin wasn’t as tan as hers, it was a light dusky peach, and when she got close enough, she could see freckles that went along his nose, stopping a quarter of the way to his cheeks. She thought those were particularly adorable too. But his eyes... Lani had never seen such longing in their blue depths. Then when he smiled—like he was smiling now—with his eyes as they were... she wanted him all the more. He stooped over the table as she rose, their kisses meeting and taking themselves from the kitchen, down the hall, and into the privacy of their bedroom where they melted into moans and whispers.
The two were downstairs a bit under an hour later. Lani had taken her seat behind the office’s new desk while Aidan locked the door to the upstairs.
“Will you open up?” she asked. He nodded and left the office. Neither of them could get rid of the rather unprofessional little smiles they had on their faces. Aidan made it out to the other room and noticed figures outside the door to the street. Just how well had Reena been advertising? He unlocked the door to find none other than Reena outside.
“About time! It’s like, too fucking hot out!” she groaned and walked in past him. She was dressed lightly too, wearing a broad-brimmed straw hat with a very loose floral pink summer dress that lightly tumbled lightly over her torso, stopping just halfway down her thighs and accentuating the athletic shape of her long legs. “You guys need to set up work times; I waited out there for, like, half an hour!” She groaned and sank into the long, comfortable couch against the wall, slipped her leather sandals off, and propped her feet on top of the squat table in front of her. She sighed with relief as she fanned her cute, long toes, flashing her red nail paint. From how brightly the reddish-coral bottoms of her feet glowed, it looked like they were glad to be off the ground.
“What are you smiling about, anyway?” Reena eyed him suspiciously.
“Nothing. I had a good breakfast,” he said without batting an eye. She squinted at him and he looked away. No doubt she understood. That’s why she had to wait in the baking sun...
Reena took off her hat and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m being bitchy, I just didn’t get much sleep last night, some people were frustrating, and it’s so hot out and, like, I hate being this sweaty! But I’m done advertising! A lot of people think this agency is a good idea!”
“Really?”
“Yep! Me and Jezz talked to a lot of people, they all said they’d stop by throughout the week! And we put up general service flyers!”
“Where is Jezzine?”
“She’s visiting Minxi, she should be getting back tomorrow.”
Aidan shuddered at the thought. Being alone with tickle-crazed goblins didn’t sound like the best of ideas to him.
“Looks like today will be busy after all. We can’t thank you enough for the help,” he said.
“Oh don’t worry about it, you’re paying me anyway! How’s the new stuff treating you?”
“Really good. We’re almost a legitimate business now,” he said with a grateful smile. Over the past few days, while organizing the agency’s advertising and informal public relations, Reena had taken it upon herself to replace the offices’ discount furniture with a more respectably crafted type of decor. The large office had been completely refurnished with a new, polished dark-wood desk and chairs, as well as attractive plants and soothing paintings that eased the environment while simultaneously giving it an industrious feel. The walls had been manicured with an olive-beige tone and decorated with a large brass plaque that featured the agency’s symbol (which Lani and Aidan had decided to be a rolled up map tied with thick string crossed with a writing quill, with a fat bottle of ink beneath the two) and its motto (“Dealing with mamono so you don’t have to.”) The previous scrap of cloth taken from the werecat as a trophy was moved into the previously vacant room, where Minxi’s shoes were also placed. The newly made trophy room was attractively furnished with royal blue walls and chrome trim, and the mamono’s trophies were kept behind glass boxes atop stone pedestals. Best of all were the changes to the waiting room. Comfortable cotton-lined couches were set against the three walls away from the door to the office and a large coffee table with reading material rested between them all. Plants and paintings decorated the room just like the office.
“Gods I love these couches,” she purred and sank into the material. Her toes wiggled happily as she closed her eyes. “You still need to find a receptionist right?”
“That’ll be done today if people come.”
“Oh they will,” Reena said as though they were already here. “But it’ll get crazy without a receptionist... I guess I can do it. Like, until you find one.”
“Reena we c—”
“Bup bup! You’re paying me!”
Aidan sighed with resignation.
“Alright. I’ll go tell Lani.”
“But figure out your work hours! You can fuck on your own time!”
He stopped in his tracks and turned back to her.
“Like you said, we’re paying you. You can’t just say things like that to your employers.”
“You can when you spend half an hour outside waiting for the agency to open.”
Aidan decided not to press the matter.
“Was that Reena?” Lani asked when Aidan returned. Her bare feet were crossed at the ankles and propped up on the desk in a most unprofessional manner.
“Yep, she said we should expect a lot of people.”
Lani nodded and took her feet down immediately.
“She’s acting as receptionist for the day too,” Aidan continued as he took his seat next to her.
“We’ll screen for one then; we need one. But what’s the most important thing we should look for in these applicants?”
Aidan peered at her questioningly. Her face had returned to its normal business-like expression, she was wearing her famous (well, usual) scowl, but she was looking right at him, as if she wanted the answer to a question she already knew the answer to.
“Honestly? Survival skills. We’ll be lucky to find one in the bunch who didn’t immediately run from a mamono, much less actually fought back.”
“I was thinking the same thing. I don’t want to be responsible for sending people to their dooms.”
“They should bring resumes...”
“I bet Reena did a good enough job of telling them what it means to work with us. I’m sure they’ve had jobs, I don’t think any of them will be stupid enough to come without a resume.”
As it turned out, every applicant had brought a relevant resume. It pleased Lani to be secure with the knowledge that despite Reena’s informal manner, she was more than capable of reliability. Before the day was over, they had over a dozen applications to look through.
“As expected, none have any real experience,” Lani sighed, thumbing through the papers.
“I’m thinking of four we can accept as is.”
“Those two hunters are hands down the most qualified. Five years of experience in the wilds...”
“But they’ve avoided every mamono they’ve tracked. They don’t know how to deal with one.”
“Oh they’ll learn. My concern is how far into unfamiliar territory they’re willing to go.”
Aidan looked at her.
“How unfamiliar are we talking here?”
“We’re taking this agency all the way. I know there’s mamono that live in caves and steppes and deserts; we’re going to collect data on all of them.”
She turned to him and was surprised by his grin.
“I’ve always wanted to go far west,” he said.
Lani’s wrinkled her nose in a happy smile. She always wanted to too.
“So we’ll send them a letter... Ruby and Oeilver... They looked like they would take this seriously.”
“It’s good that Reena mentioned we work in pairs.”
“We might have to bump that number anyway—for safety. That and half the applicants didn’t submit a joint resume.”
Aidan put down the papers and rested his face on his hands.
“We’ll have to figure out pairing. No, wait, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. We’ll be getting applications all week.”
Lani nodded.
“There can’t be that many people left... Next!”
A second after Lani’s call, a man appeared through the door. He was tall and dressed loosely in a faded blue jerkin and rugged pants. The lightness of his clothes effectively flaunted his attractively muscular build, which was a bit larger than that of the ordinary explorer, but not enough to intimidate. At any rate, he carried his physique with a peculiar amount of quiet reserve, as if he thought nothing of his size.
“Hello,” Lani was still fumbling through papers when he came in. “Please have a seat.”
“Sure,” he said pleasantly. Like the rest of him, his face wasn’t unattractive either. What stood out the most of his rugged features was the gentle gaze of his big brown eyes.
“Alright... Can we see your resume?”
“Oh, I uh, don’t have one.”
Aidan looked up, “No?”
“Reena told me about you guys and I think that what you’re doing is a good idea. And, well, I’d like to help.”
“Great,” Lani said. “Tell us how you would like to help us.”
“Um...” the man looked down, embarrassed that he didn’t know how to begin, and scratched his head. It was apparent that he did not have much formal experience.
“Start by telling us your name and what you do for a living,” Aidan suggested.
“Well, my name’s Sten. I’m a farmer. I help tend my family’s field, but I live far from the farm with a mamono. That’s my real income.”
“You what?” Lani burst out. Aidan shared her dumbfounded stare.
“A holstaurus. You’ve probably heard of holstaurus milk.”
“I’ve heard that it’s really nutritious,” Lani said, “if a little expensive.”
“It’s delicious too. People say they won’t drink regular milk again after they’ve tried some. It’s used for all kinds of medicines and balms—some even think drinking it makes you live longer.”
“Huh. Does it?” Aidan asked.
“I don’t know. But I make enough off it to live comfortably with Prim—er, Primrose. Her name.” Sten said and looked away as his lips curved up and a blush crept on his face. Lani couldn’t help but think it was sweet.
“I didn’t think it was possible to live with a mamono,” Aidan remarked.
“No other farmers came to you first?” Sten asked.
“You’re the first.”
“Weird. There’s a union that sells the milk to the markets, every day the courier comes to pick up the milk and he pays me per bottle. Can you believe that? The gold is fine, but even if we made none, just being with her would do me too.”
“How did you come across her?”
“Actually, I was out with my brother one evening when we saw them. He was a part of the union before me, so he stops me immediately, laughs and points, and we just see them there.”
He paused and smiled with the warmth of the memory.
“Not everyone gets to join the union; you can’t just up and grab a holstaurus whenever you want. They have to choose you. I didn’t think my brother was serious when he wanted me to let them get a look. But surely enough, we stop in our tracks and they stop and they see us. There were six of them.” He blushed. “They were all really pretty.”
“What does a holstaurus looks like?” Aidan asked genuinely. “A cow mamono?”
“Something like that. They’re regular woman top to halfway down to their thighs, and then everything below is furry and ends in hooves. It’s really cute.”
“Huh. Horns too?” Lani asked.
“Yeah, and little cow ears instead of human ones. Like I said, really cute.”
“Go on, how did she choose you?”
“Prim just kept staring at me. They all look at you at first but then they sort of look away or find something else to do. But Prim kept looking right at me, so my brother pushes me forward and I almost trip on my way to her. But then she laughs and gets this beautiful smile... I looked back at my brother and he gave me the thumbs up. We sat together and talked for hours, I don’t even remember what about. I was just lost in her.”
“That’s sweet.” Lani said with a small smile.
“When nightfall came she just wanted to come home with me. She held onto my arm and—uh—pushed her breasts into me. Me and my brother parted and I took her home. That night was amazing.”
“What is she like?”
“Wait,” Aidan interrupted her and brought out one of the blank entries. “Here. Take this and fill as much of it as accurately as you can. We’ll pay you for the information.”
“I can take this to the union, they’ll be a big help.”
“Thank you,” Lani said. “We really mean it. It’s our first data collection where we didn’t have to send anyone out to danger.”
“Hey, I’m glad to help; your agency is important. It’s not safe in the wilds if a sword can’t help.”
“From what we’ve found, you should keep a feather on the pommel,” Aidan chuckled.
“That’s what Reena told me,” Sten laughed. “It was nice meeting you folks.”
“Likewise,” Lani smiled. The two shook Sten’s hand and watched him leave the office.
“That was the easiest interview we had all day,” Lani commented.
“You’re telling me. Alright... I’ll go check with Reena to see how many are left. Sun’s going down anyway; we should finish up.”
The rising dusk was a pleasant sight to Sten on his way home. He looked over the form again, and admired the objective organization of the categories. He wondered how many of the other members of the union would be interested in filling out such a thing. Money wasn’t an object, that much was certain; maybe a few of his unionmates would even take a look at the form just for fun, or maybe even out of a genuine desire to help the budding business. Sten recalled the stories Prim told him of when she herself was in danger of the more fiendish mamono prowling about the meadows. An insightful collection of tips on how to combat and deal with such mamono was definitely something he would be happy to help.
It was nightfall by the time her arrived at his home, a squat, cozy-looking house that was bigger on the inside that it looked on the outside.
“Prim?” Sten called when he walked through the front door. There was no answer. The house was in order, almost exactly like it was every day. He didn’t mind a bit of a clutter; it was Prim who loved the wider walking spaces and natural orderliness that a bit of daily cleaning accomplished. He called her name again when he moved deeper into the living room. When no answer came, he figured she must be in the garden. Sten took the backdoor out into the glowstone-lit cobble path and sure enough he found her sitting amidst the flowers.
She turned to him with a bright beam. Her fur was russet, touched with the occasional brown spot. Part of what made Sten love her all the more was that in the herd he had encountered with his brother, she was one of the only two holstauruses that didn’t have a black and white scheme of fur. It somehow made her that much more special. She had enormous hips that connected her thick thighs to the rest of her stocky build. The pleasing plumpness of her belly and sides rose in deep curves up to her comparably small upper torso, where her enormous breasts rested. A small tuft of russet fur was nestled just between her breasts and her collarbone. If it wasn’t her body that captured his heart, it was certainly her face. She had a round, gentle face that always wore a soft smile since they had met. Her big, violet eyes were set perfectly over soft cheeks and a little nose. Her hair was the same color as the rest of her fur, and fell in gentle tangles down to her shoulders. She was dressed in a light blue tube top that revealed her belly and the tops of her breasts. Similarly, the mamono also had on tight shorts that just revealed where the human flesh of her thighs began to transition into the fur. Obviously the hot night was getting to her too.
“You’re back!” she exclaimed and rose to brush the dirt off her furry knees. Her tail swished happily back and forth when she squeezed the breath out of him in a tight hug. Sten wished his brother had told him how strong mamono could be when they wanted to.
“Listen!” she said and looked away for a second. Sure enough, after a second of looking around questioningly, he heard them. “It’s those night chirp bugs!” she buzzed “I finally got them to come!”
The garden was entirely her creation. Since the holstaurus had joined his house, he never had much luck or variety in the backyard besides a few tomatoes and cucumbers. Prim, it seemed, had a natural gift for botany. In a month that flew by faster than he could have ever imagined, she had transformed the plain square of grass into a wonderland of bright flowers and tall vines that attracted gorgeous moths and insects, some of which Sten had never even seen before. With the money they made, the garden was further beautified with columns, walkways, and various other little trinkets. Prim looked back up at Sten with a happy smile and loosened her hug to allow him to breathe.
“How was the trip?”
“Really good. They were nice people. It turned out I could help them after all.”
“Oh really?” Prim lowered her gaze suggestively and pressed her breasts firmly against him. Sten had told her about the agency before he left. “H-how can you do that?”
“Well... um...” Sten breathed. He could feel his heart begin to beat faster. Prim kept her mesmerizing eyes on his, and was steadily rubbing her breasts on him. “The agency wants to know what you like and... things like that...”
“W-we can do that kind of s-stuff now!” her own pretty face was beginning to blush now. When it came to sex, she didn’t mind being direct, but even just talking about it was still new to her. What resulted was an utterly adorable conflict between her shyness and her forwardness. Sten had to stifle a laugh. Her eyes were focused intently, hungrily on him but her mouth was a mess of quivers. “L-let’s go!”
She grabbed his hand and stomped down the walkway to their house, all while he tried to keep up with her almost mad pace. He couldn’t help but grin as they made it up to the bedroom. Quite unpredictably, she would be ready to go at just about any time during the day; sometimes it was hard to keep up—not that he thought he could ever say no to her either.
Prim left Sten to close the door behind them, when he turned around she was already on the bed, her ample breasts barely kept in her top as gravity adjusted their position to all over her chest. Her eyes were still fixed intently on him, her faced a blushing mess of desire and some sort of demure. The hammering in Sten’s heart rung in his ears as he came over to her on the side of the bed and she scooted up closer to the bedposts. From the bedstand nearby, Sten opened a drawer and pulled out two lengths of silk rope, while Prim stretched her arms out to reach the bedposts. They ended up a few inches short, but the rope more than made up for the distance.
Her demeanour changed almost the second Sten brought the rope around her wrists. The shyness evaporated in her body and a pleased look came over her eyes. Her visage became glazed, her smile became steadier, but the blush didn’t leave. At this point Sten really had to really focus on tying the ropes, and not being distracted by her gaze. His hands shook as he felt his growing erection grind against his pants. Every now and then he would steal glances at her pretty face, still smiling, her eyes a warm glow of lustful devotion. He had known his share of women before Prim, sure, but he never knew that it was possible for such a look to exist. It was almost gentle, softly inviting in a way that went beyond the fierce strength of her carnal desire, but somehow strengthened it, despite the stark differences between the two natures involved. He tied her right hand first, and then her left, as tightly as he could so as to outstretch her arms and leave them immobile.
“Is it too tight?” his voice quivered with the question. She closed her eyes and shook her head, her already hip grinding against the bed.
They had been together for a little while now, but there still existed a moment of uncertainty of what to do when Prim was finally tied, like he didn’t know where to begin. He climbed onto the bed over her and looked down with his own smile, and let his fingertips graze against her bare underarms.
“Eehee!” she trilled and arched her back. When she looked up at him again her gaze was hopeful, as if wondering why he stopped. He grinned and let his fingers slide down her underarms again. Her flesh was amazingly soft, and his digits moved easily down the sweat-slicked surface.
“Eeehehehaha! Dohon’t tease me!” Prim pouted with her burst of laughter. Sten couldn’t help but laugh himself. He heard what she said but knew that she wanted otherwise. A little bit of experimentation revealed that the little bits of teasing made her more sensitive—and more responsive to other types of touch. He climbed on top of her and set both index fingers against the tops of her underarms. She looked up at his face, her eyes pleading—but not for him to stop. He dragged both fingers slowly down the quivering hollows of her underarms, until he reached her ribs where he let his fingers lightly, barely dance.
“Stehehehen!” she whined and bucked, but found that he had tied her too tightly to the bed for it to do any good. Just the way she liked it. But what she didn’t like was how sweetly he seemed to be taking his time to draw out the frustration from her. Did she really though? She didn’t like the way her laughter sounded forced to her, how the soft tickling felt like eating a raisin to treat starvation.
His fingernails barely skittered up her underarms again and Prim squealed, herself amplifying the giggles. Maybe she thought she could trick her mind into thinking the tickling was more intense if she laughed louder. All the while, deep drops of moisture teased the mound of flesh between her thick thighs. He was still too slow! If only he would tickle harder! Faster! Something besides the maddeningly light and slow pace! She bit her lip and arched her back and tried to plead again but her words were lost in a trickle of breathy laughs, sighs, and frustrated moans. Prim looked up at him before squealing with surprise. Sten’s face was suddenly over hers, his eyes closed, her mouth caught in his lips’ deep embrace. Her moans vibrated muffled against the kiss, her eyes closed, and she allowed herself to forget about the maddeningly teasing touch on her underarms. Liquid fire continued to drip down the soft plumpness of her nether’s lips, she could feel her shorts sticking to her skin. Now a different problem presented itself. With the tickling gone, all she could think about was how good it felt to grind against him. He was sliding his pelvis against her, she could feel the rigidness of his erection through his pants.
“Mmhmphhph!”
Sten’s fingers found her underarms again, in a firmer caress that left tiny, almost non-existent traces of his touch against her flesh. He loved feeling her lips curve into a smile when they kissed. It was one of his favourite parts of how she liked their intimate moments. His fingers returned upward, spidering over the smooth, slippery flesh, drawing out muffled laughs as she tried to squirm away. She drew her head to her neck and tried to twist but Sten didn’t give up the kiss for a second. He pressed his lips firmer and Prim could feel his own smile grow against hers as his fingers traced lazy shapes into her underarms. With a soft squeal she finally broke away from his mouth and let her head rest by her shoulder, laughing helplessly under Sten’s touch. At least there was more substance to the tickling now, and Prim’s laughter didn’t sound as forced to her. But it still wasn’t enough! She wanted—no, needed—to be tortured. She wanted to scream with uncontrollable mirth, she wanted to cry and beg for mercy! Most of all, she wanted him to take her shorts down already. Did he not realize how wet she was? He must have, Prim could still feel his rock-hard member grinding against her pelvis. Why was he being such a tease?
As if to answer the question, his hands began to move lower and lower, brushing against her ribs, the sides of her belly, and lastly her wide hips, all to musical gusts of light laughter. Wait, she realized, Sten’s hands were on her hips! Prim could feel his fingers slip underneath the shorts and haltingly pull them down as they got caught in the friction of her thick, moist thighs and ass. She felt warm air caress the very barest inch of her slick, responsive petals between her legs; she could feel every drop of aching lust as it rolled down her lips, maddeningly stimulating those deliciously sensitive nerve endings even more. Finally, oh gods, finally. The holstaurus’s heart was hammering a crescendo in her chest, her breathing rose loud and she tested the ropes again. She couldn’t budge her arms an inch—she loved it. She could feel Sten adjusting himself over her, his hands sliding down the curves of her sides. He was going to do it... finally, she was—
“AIEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
All holstauruses loved the sensuality of their enormous hips, and Prim was no different. She was aware of their beautiful shape, the way they swung when she walked and the way they softly yielded to touch. Sten caressed their ample curves; he needed the full width of his palms to touch them and even then her hips always made his hands feel small. He loved every inch of them, and he also loved something else about them. When he let his thumbs rest right under her hipbones and the rest of his fingers wrap around her silky flesh, he found that he could get a very interesting reaction (especially with Prim as aroused as she was) when he manipulated those digits.
Her body lunged into his and somewhere beneath the chaos of sensations that engulfed her, she heard him laughing. Intense pangs of ticklish lightning leapt from her hips and ravaged her body with hysteria, just as the unbearably hot sensation between her petals reached a practical overflow. Screaming with laughter and thrashing against her bonds, the two overwhelming waves of sensitivity crashed into each other like two armies on a raging battlefield. They blended and melted into one another until Prim couldn’t tell what she wanted to do more: laugh from Sten’s gingerly firm touch or moan from what her own body was doing to her. What resulted were breathy, howling peals of laughter as one sensation built on the other, over and over, multiplying the frenzy of her mirth and the intensity of her orgasm until the holstaurus was lost to the feelings. Prim didn’t know for how long the deliciously torturous inundation of bliss shook her body. All she knew was that when the burning currents of pleasure finally began to loosen their hold of her, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Sten, his tickling grip on her hips now a sensuous brush.
Gods she’s too beautiful, Sten thought. The thought hadn’t left his head since it first entered when he was tying her wrists. He couldn’t tear himself from her eyes, shining bright like polished tanzanite on rich silk. Her lips began to move, as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out, only deep pants and the last few, breathy giggles leaving her throat. Then Prim smiled and her eyes shone even brighter, brimming with love, lust, their depths churning Sten’s own desire. His hands moved again and he felt Prim’s muscles tighten as a surprised squeak escape her lips, but the sound quickly melted into a moan when his grip found the rest of her shorts and began to pull them down.
Not accidentally, he let his fingers ticklingly glide against the soft skin of her enormous thighs, loving the way her giggles flowed in sultry whispers. She squirmed weakly under his touch, almost as if to goad him on more than from an actual want to escape the tickling. His breath caught in his throat when her shorts finally fully unveiled her womanhood, dripping wet, almost visibly shivering with arousal. Prim met his eyes again and there was a desperate, almost pleading lasciviousness in them. He didn’t know whether to keep tickling or to finally give her release—he wasn’t honestly sure if Prim herself knew what she wanted. His own carnal aches however, made the dilemma a short one. He lowered himself down to her, brushing his shaft against her lips and getting the exact reaction he desired. How he had managed this much self-restraint for this long was a mystery to him—but that final gasp of pleasure, that final moan and that sweet look of yearning on Prim’s face drove him over the edge.
Prim arched her back when he slid into her, cutting the air with swift gasps. She tried to move her arms, not to struggle, but to really feel how tightly she was immobilized—how deliciously helpless she was to his every move. She looked up into his burning eyes—she wanted him to know how in control he was, how she hungered for every second of it.
“Aaahh—Eeeehahahaha! Yeeehehehes!”
Her moans were laced with laughter as his hands slid up her ribcage and into the hollows of her underarms, where they kneading gently into her soft, most flesh. She would have laughed harder if there was no other interference in her nerves; his technique steadily improved each time they shared such intimate moments and at times, like this one, the progress really shone. Sten remembered how letting his fingers spider against the outer sides of her underarms really drove her crazy, something about where the flesh was firmer that resulted in those delightfully more frantic peals of laughter. The gush of the holstaurus’s mirth burst through her ecstatic moans.
“AYEEEHAHAHAH! YEHEHEHESHAHAHAHAHA! TIHIHICKLE HAHAHAHAHARDER!”
Sten gladly obliged her, running his fingers all along the silky edges of her underarms, alternating between strokes and scratches, all while indulging himself in the soft, moist depths below her belly. There was just something so incredible about watching the gorgeous mamono so torn between howling with laughter and sighing with passion. Her eyes were shut, her eyebrows were arched upwards in an expression of pure submissive bliss, and her red lips were parted in a smile as moaning laughter left them. He watched a bead of sweat trickle down her jaw, onto her neck, where it leisurely slid and left a mouth-watering trail of moisture in its wake. The way she surrendered herself, the way she writhed in amorous, ticklish anguish... Sten fell upon her, his face nuzzled into her neck, which only made her laugh and moan harder. Prim’s maddeningly delectable scent filled his nostrils and stirred his heart. He let his tongue lap against the smooth skin of her neck and he chased every lick with a kiss and a nip.
Somehow what he was doing to her neck was contributing to her overall sensitivity. Prim struggled more earnestly, her arms pulling against the tight bonds but doing nothing to decrease how vulnerable the position left her sensitive underarms. With his elbows on the bed, Sten had a much more comfortable position through which he could torment those delicate spaces. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but his sense of touch was more than adequate in navigating the glistening flesh. She tried to move her head as she screamed with gasping laughter, but Sten’s greedy position over her neck gave her little wiggle room. Her hips however, were an entirely different story. They had intensified their grinding, as if to remind Sten that there were still powerful muscles beneath their squishier layers. He breathed hard into her neck as he felt her velvety walls contract and loosen around his cock with his every thrust—and that his face was buried in her neck, where he could taste her so deeply, only intensified the feeling. He traced his lips against her collarbone, down her chest where the skin rose to meet the enormous mounds of her breasts, and let his tongue explore the sensitive surface there. And at the same time, his hands began to move higher on her underarms, away from their outer edges until they teased the very corners of Prim’s ample breasts.
“GYAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THEHEHEHEHERE HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Her worst spot was also the one that allowed the most room for tickling. Sten grinned against her skin and his fingers, all ten wiggling devilishly, traced delicate shapes against the edges of her breasts, to frantic peals of helpless laughter that were now winning in terms of intensity over the sultry volume of her passion. She was definitely struggling against her bonds now, but her pussy still ground against him, devouring every last inch he pumped in and out.
Prim wasn’t entirely sure what she wanted now. Her breasts were unbearably ticklish and Sten was rapidly reaching the point where she would have wanted him to stop so she could focus on what the fire between her legs was doing to her. But did she really want the tickling to stop? The holstaurus could barely even form cohesive thoughts, and amidst the ticklish electricity that tortured her body and the liquid hot pleasure that tingled below where she met Sten, she loved every second of her vulnerability. No matter how much her body began to protest, deep down Prim wanted to be driven to her absolute limits, to scream and cry with hysterical laughter.
With a grunt of effort, Sten lifted his head and adjusted his position so he could better look at his work. Her breasts were divinely alluring, massive but somehow they fit just right with the rest of Prim’s body. Sten hungrily looked them over, firmly increasing the tickling against their sides. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them. With every tiny bit that Prim laughed and struggled, they jiggled to and fro, hypnotically enticing in their form. He couldn’t resist a second more. He lowered himself to her left breast and traced his tongue around her areola. The skin tasted amazingly sweet and earthy, almost like a blend of cream and herbs.
“AHAAAAAAAAHAHA! YEEEHEHEEEES!”
She jolted immediately, the instant that Sten’s tongue made contact with the outer edges of her nipples, her pelvis rode hard into his, her inner muscles gripping against his member with such intensity that he cried out. If it wasn’t for how heavily the juices dripped from her lips, he wouldn’t have been able to move at all. His tongue continued its exploration of her large areola, teasing the responsive flesh in warm circles before finally centering its movements on the nipple itself, what he had been craving the entire time.
Hot shockwaves spread from her nipple and coursed through her body with his every lick over the savoury nub of flesh. Prim’s breathing became heavier as those shockwaves centered on her pussy, setting its depths alight with even more intensity. The tickling was no longer at the forefront of her mind, not when Sten was so wonderfully indulging in her breasts as he slid in and out into her, deeply, exactly as she wanted it, each time. Her torso was still jumping from his touch, her free breast in constant motion as his fingers continued tickling, gently stroking into the delicate, round flesh. It still tickled immensely, but the pleasure was taking over now, more and more steamy moans took the place of her uncontrollable laughter, until only a few giggles could escape through the thick fog of her desire.
Deep below her belly, her muscles were tightening and relaxing at an impossible pace. Sten was so perfect in the constant attention he was giving each of her body parts—it was going to happen again, gods, it was already happening! Prim tried to pull her arms in, as if to defend herself from how completely she knew the orgasm was going to overwhelm her mind, but the bonds held fast, and the tickling wouldn’t cease for a minute. Every last nerve under some sort of assault was brought to her awareness, every finger releasing screaming bursts of ticklish fire, every inch of the warm, wet tongue playing with the vulnerable ends of her nipples, and every last tight caress against the intimate walls within her engorged lips. Her body shook with the sensations; her eyes shut tightly; her lips parted and a single, long amorous scream filled the air. For a good few seconds, Prim disappeared into a trance, unable to move or react to Sten’s titillations—her back arched and her body was locked in the position, her mouth wide open in a silent, passionate moan. When finally she returned, she collapsed back down onto the bed and resumed every frenzied reaction again, giggling and moaning and bouncing every which way from the tickling she knew—and loved that she knew—she couldn’t escape.
“Gods, I’m so close,” Sten gasped against her body’s grinding.
“N-not yet! Plehehehease!” She wanted one more orgasm; she could feel it rising from the haze of her previous one. Sten bit his lip and lifted himself from her nipple. He had no idea how much longer he could last. How long could anyone last when there was a beautiful, helpless goddess writhing under them, begging for a touch? Sten lifted himself from her nipple—indulging in that delicious region was definitely not helping. Prim gasped adorably when he popped his mouth from her breast and rose back to a kneeling position over her.
“Wh-what? What are YAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AYEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA! STEHEHEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!”
Her eyes shot wide open and she stared up at him in disbelief. Both of his hands had left the sides of her breasts and had descended to the tops of them, where each finger scraped and scribbled against the landscapes around her areola. Whatever previous traces of desire were present in her voice were completely obliterated by the intensity of her hysteria. Her arms pulled hopelessly against her bonds. That very helplessness that Prim loved feeling since the session started was rapidly becoming her undoing. Sten was tickling too agonizingly well, especially on an area that was simply too ticklish for her own good. Prim thrashed as best as she could and howled with helpless laughter. She knew her limits and they were definitely reached—it was too much, she couldn’t possibly take any more!
But why did her loins still throb so pleasurably? Why did she, against her own will’s very staunch objections, secretly hope that he wouldn’t stop tickling until he was satisfied? She was still aware of his thick manhood thrusting within her, but she couldn’t moan, she couldn’t grind her hips. All Prim could do was scream and laugh and try to squirm as her desperate nerve-endings fired an endless stream of ticklish lightning into her brain. Still, amidst it all, liquid hot pleasure was brewing deep beneath the tickling shroud, bubbling like a spring. As the incessantly intense tickling went on, the spring bubbled faster, hotter.
Prim’s frenetic laughter immediately grew breathier before finally erupting into a screaming moan. The molten pleasure inundated her brain and all the ticklish signals within, but rather than dim them, the two sensations worked together, as if out of mutual interest in driving the holstaurus out of her wits. Her body felt like it on fire as her pussy quivered and throbbed with explosion after explosion of pleasure, more than she could handle. She felt Sten stop tickling and collapse onto her too, as his own organ was caught in the throes of climax. Perhaps it was this shared euphoria that multiplied the chaos surging through her body, which had not let up even with the tickling finally over. Brilliant white light flashed in her mind, she saw stars come and go, and, finally, it was over.
The first thing she felt when the last grips of her orgasm finally released her was the weight of Sten over her, his breathing hard in her neck, his arms neatly set on her ribs in a close embrace. The softness of the bed registered immediately after, and then the realization that Prim was smiling. Sten lifted his head and looked at her face; its redness had dimmed to a light shade of pink. He studied the expression in her eyes and knew that it must have been the same one that was in his. An exhausted kiss arose when he lowered himself to her face, but it was still delectably warm, long, and touched with her smile.
“I wasn’t too cruel, was I?” he asked as he began to untie her wrists. Prim shook her head and bit her lip. Of course he was, but she loved it so much. He was everything she wanted him to be. When her hands were finally free she rolled over to her side and snuggled into his chest, wrapping her arms around his middle as he rested one of his under her head and the other around her shoulder.
“It was so good...” she purred into him. Sten smiled and hugged her tighter. The hot night ensured that they wouldn’t need to sleep under covers, so the bed didn’t need to be fixed up. The lamp was safe enough for them to let it go out itself, so there was no need to get up and worry about that. Prim was already falling asleep. The loving, satisfied look in her eyes was slowly being hidden by her heavy lids, but her smile stayed, even as she slept.
The sheet from the agency! The thought came and went in Sten’s mind. It was still wherever he had left it. He could always concern himself with it in the morning. He grinned to himself as he felt his own eyelids descend. And he could always collect more data tomorrow.
General Information on Mamono: A collection of discoveries made by all those involved with the Mamono Survival Agency.
...Anybody who had ever come in contact with mamono of any sort is more than aware of how strong they are. Even smaller, more slender mamono that look like they won’t be much of a threat are capable of displaying the type of strength that would be found in men of swarthier builds. While this strength varies from type to type, even the weakest kind’s strength is something to be wary of. However, when tickled, this supernatural strength quickly fades away into nonexistence. Some mamono will fight fiercer than others, but after prolonged tickling they will only be capable of as much struggle as any ordinary human would. Even then, further tickling will reduce all of their strength to practical non-existence...
