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<i>I apologize for the lackluster title. I couldn't think of much else. A quick summary, this is an AU version of the first time we see Erk and Serra in-game. What would have happened if tickle fetishists wrote the story.</i>
Erk plowed ahead of Serra, deep in the thickest underbrush of the forest. "Serra," he began with a sigh, "there's a reason why people build roads."
Walking through the path he was clearing as if she were a princess, Serra strode behind, forcing him to keep clearing the path at an ungodly rate. "Oh? And why is that?"
"So people don't have to go through things like this!" Muttering a quick incantation, he scorched the leaves ahead of him and kicked the ashes away with one foot.
"I really don't see what you're complaining about, Erk. You <i>are</i> getting paid to do this!" Her purple shawl billowed behind her, more from her pace than the wind. "You should be grateful that we're almost to Ostia!"
"Trust me, if we were already there, it wouldn't be soon enough." He motioned for a quick break, surprised that she actually stopped and granted it to him. Sitting with his back to a tree, he rested his legs a bit. "So you told me to lead you through here. I imagine you know where we're going?"
She looked around like a hyperactive six year old in a new place, her hair repeatedly hitting either Erk or herself in the face. "There should be a clearing by now, but we would've passed it..."
His deep purple eyes took on a cold look. "Serra, if you mean to tell me-"
"Ooh, we're lost! This makes me so mad!"
Burying his face in his hands, he still made it clear in an exasperated voice, "You told me you were certain this was the correct path."
She turned to look at him with what he considered to be fake innocence. "What's your point, Erk? What are you trying to say?"
Holding his head up with his thumb and forefinger, as if caught in thought, he kept the same exasperated voice. "...I swear, you are <i>not</i> the woman I agreed to escort."
She cocked her head to the side. "What? What's that supposed to mean?"
He put his head back and looked to the sky, avoiding eye contact. "I heard someone was needed to escort a frail Lycian priestess to Ostia..."
She interrupted too fast, even for what he was expecting. "Yes, and I'm that priestess."
He snapped his head back down and stared right into her light purple eyes. "Frail? You? Serra, you have no need of any escort to protect you. Even the most hardened criminal would flee in terror after five minutes in your company." He looked toward the sky again. "I'll return your money. Gladly. Now, will you please go on to Ostia alone?"
Even expecting it, her screech was earshattering. "<b>NO!</b> You're <i>my</i> escort, Erk! <i>MINE!</i>" Even in the midst of the forest, she looked over him once and offered, "You're so clean and tidy." Getting back on point, she added, "A noblewoman like myself can't be seen without a proper escort. Your personality's nothing special, but you're not bad to look at."
"I believe that's my line," he muttered to himself. "And I have to take you all the way to Ostia? I only hope my nerves can endure the journey."
"What are you mumbling about? You're so gloomy!" Standing up suddenly, she turned and began on her way again, prompting Erk to follow her. However, when he finally did catch up...
"Serra! Behind me! Watch out for-"
"What-AIEEEE!"
Oblivious to all she didn't want to notice, she took one wrong step and fell off of a short outcropping. Thinking fast, he grabbed her shawl and held onto it by the tip of his fingers. "Is there anything you can stand on there!?"
"Erk! Don't you dare drop me!"
"So... loud..." He shook his head. "Not trying to! But my grip is bad enough as is!"
"There's a tree with a lot of branches below me," she shrieked.
Feeling his grip loosen, he shouted back, "Serra! Try to grab onto one of the branches and I can help you from there!"
"<b>ERK!</b> What did I just say about-AHHHHH!" Screaming as she fell, she flailed, trying to grab onto the branches. Barely missing a sharp one, it instead cut several of the bindings on her robe. Not aware at first, she tried to grab at some more branches. Unaware, she almost landed on two branches close not only to each other but also the ground, but instead managed to slip through the space between them, her robe coming up over her head. Continuing to flail, she twisted and managed to wedge herself between the two branches by the shoulder. Her arms remained above the branch, but pushing them together wouldn't help her slide down, she couldn't move side to side and physical strength notwithstanding, the robe over her head prevented her from pulling herself out. She was effectively hanging by her arms six inches over the grass.
Scrambling down as fast as he could, Erk hadn't seen what had happened to Serra. Upon reaching the tree, he let out a very audible gasp. He knew Serra had an alluring figure. Despite the fact he couldn't talk to girls, the hormone inducing was partly the reason why he took the job in the first place. While he couldn't see her face, her robe was now covering only the top of her shoulders up; the rest of her was naked as the day she was born. While he felt as if he was in heaven, staring at this body, he was jerked back into the cold, harsh reality of the situation.
"<b>Erk!</b> This is your fault! Why didn't you tell me about that!?"
"I <i>was</i> warning you about that, if you recall. You decided to go ahead without me."
"That doesn't matter," she screeched. This is not funny, Erk!"
"Not funny," he muttered. Staring at her body, he worked his way forward; the only way she could know he was closer was the sound of his voice. "Serra, remember how you were saying I should laugh more?"
"What? What are you going on about? Why are you remembering now? Erk, get me down from here!"
Ignoring her, he continued. "And yet it occurs to me, Serra, that I've never heard you laugh either. You're either scolding or mocking me." Standing in front of her, her breasts were right at eye level, small mounds of flesh poking out and taunting him, asking him to do something, anything to them. But not now, he thought.
"I do more than that! I laugh all the time!"
Wasting no more time, he reached up and lightly stroked down her side.
"Eeeee! Erk, what are you doing!? This isn't helping!"
"On the contrary, Serra," he teased while moving his finger back up, then back down on both sides even faster. "I think we could make this trip much more enjoyable if you'd simply laugh more."
"AHAHAHA! Nonono stopstop EEEEERK!" Her lower half was kicking around, sometimes hitting Erk; more often, though, she hit nothing but air.
"Interesting laugh," he mused. "Much more beautiful than that screech. He continued to dance his fingers up and down her sides before turning behind her, dancing eight fingers on her stomach.
"AHAHAHAHA ERK STOP THAT TICKLESAHAHAHA!" Flailing about, she managed a lucky shot and kicked Erk in the face, surprising him and knocking him away. Taking advantage of the time where she wasn't being tickled, she breathed heavily, not used to such physical exertion.
Erk, standing up again, brushed off his robes and grabbed her legs. In silent retaliation for the kick, he bent them back as if she were kneeling and put one leg over them both so her calves were between his legs. He then drew them up further so he had a better attack at her feet and clamped his legs shut so she could not move.
"Erk, no, please, I'll increase your wages, just don't tickle my feeheheheHEHEHEHAHAHA ERK STOP IT YOU MONSTER HAHAHAAHEEHE!"
Turning around, but keeping her legs between his, he now had an excellent view of her knees, legs and soft rear. Shaping his hand into a claw, he lightly scratched down one cheek, then the other to riotous effect. Dancing them further down her legs, he listened to her laugh and actually enjoyed listening to it, even when not compared to her screech. Stopping suddenly and deciding that was enough of that, he let go of her legs and stepped back in front, admiring her figure once more. She was breathing heavily, but no sort of lasting damage.
"Erk... please... no more... I'm begging..."
Digging through his personal supplies, he glanced over the his tome of fire and moved more towards his educational books. Finding the quill he wanted, a long, stiff feathery one that Lord Pent had given him, he turned it around in his hands so the feather was pointing away from him. Silently moving his way up to her, he took his time and ran it across one nipple, then the other.
"Eeeerk! This hehe isn't funny! Stahahap this at once!"
But the more he did it, the more she got excited and the less she complained. As he continued to feather her breasts, captivated by both them and her laugh, he was surprised to hear her moan. Driven entirely by hormones, he moved the feather downward and began tickling her between her legs. Instead of hearing laughter at every touch, he heard moans and gasps of pleasure. He quickly learned which flicks produced the best effects and reproduced them, much to Serra's confused delight. Finally, throwing all caution to the wind, he switched the feather to his left hand and began tickling her breasts again, using his right hand to pleasure Serra. She laughed, she moaned, she ordered. Only this order was not berating him, but instead goading him on, pushing them both ever further to the edge until finally, she screamed in passion and shook, both from the tickling and from the orgasm coursing through her body.
Grabbing her by the waist, he hoisted her up and rotated her slightly, enough that she would slip out of her own accord. As predicted, she slipped right through the branches, her robe fluttering back over her figure as he laid her back down on the ground. With his hormones still charged, he wasn't sure what to do, until...
"Oh, Erk..."
"Serra? Is something wrong?"
"I... I didn't know you cared! I didn't know you'd be willing to do that for me! Oh, Elimine preserve me! I only wish you could have waited until we were alone..."
"Technically, Serra, we are alone." He wasn't sure he liked where this was going, but at this point, he wasn't in his right state of mind.
"Oh, but Erk, my first time was to be to a proper nobleman, not some escort from a dingy bar! I know you-"
"For your information, Serra, I am not just some escort," he added coldly. "I am the adopted son of Etruria's Mage General." Watching her eyes light up, he added, "Now, I believe you were saying something else?"
"Oh Erk, I knew you loved me! I can't believe I'm going to be married to the son of a Count!"
"W-wait, what? Married? To you?" He knew he didn't like where this was going.
Giggling at his misfortune, she shyly placed a hand right on the growth in his robe. "I may be a woman of the cloth, Erk, but I'm still a woman."
Before this, Erk would've thought otherwise. But all thoughts were torn from his mind as she felt her fingers slip through his robe.
"But maybe that can be our little secret."
Erk plowed ahead of Serra, deep in the thickest underbrush of the forest. "Serra," he began with a sigh, "there's a reason why people build roads."
Walking through the path he was clearing as if she were a princess, Serra strode behind, forcing him to keep clearing the path at an ungodly rate. "Oh? And why is that?"
"So people don't have to go through things like this!" Muttering a quick incantation, he scorched the leaves ahead of him and kicked the ashes away with one foot.
"I really don't see what you're complaining about, Erk. You <i>are</i> getting paid to do this!" Her purple shawl billowed behind her, more from her pace than the wind. "You should be grateful that we're almost to Ostia!"
"Trust me, if we were already there, it wouldn't be soon enough." He motioned for a quick break, surprised that she actually stopped and granted it to him. Sitting with his back to a tree, he rested his legs a bit. "So you told me to lead you through here. I imagine you know where we're going?"
She looked around like a hyperactive six year old in a new place, her hair repeatedly hitting either Erk or herself in the face. "There should be a clearing by now, but we would've passed it..."
His deep purple eyes took on a cold look. "Serra, if you mean to tell me-"
"Ooh, we're lost! This makes me so mad!"
Burying his face in his hands, he still made it clear in an exasperated voice, "You told me you were certain this was the correct path."
She turned to look at him with what he considered to be fake innocence. "What's your point, Erk? What are you trying to say?"
Holding his head up with his thumb and forefinger, as if caught in thought, he kept the same exasperated voice. "...I swear, you are <i>not</i> the woman I agreed to escort."
She cocked her head to the side. "What? What's that supposed to mean?"
He put his head back and looked to the sky, avoiding eye contact. "I heard someone was needed to escort a frail Lycian priestess to Ostia..."
She interrupted too fast, even for what he was expecting. "Yes, and I'm that priestess."
He snapped his head back down and stared right into her light purple eyes. "Frail? You? Serra, you have no need of any escort to protect you. Even the most hardened criminal would flee in terror after five minutes in your company." He looked toward the sky again. "I'll return your money. Gladly. Now, will you please go on to Ostia alone?"
Even expecting it, her screech was earshattering. "<b>NO!</b> You're <i>my</i> escort, Erk! <i>MINE!</i>" Even in the midst of the forest, she looked over him once and offered, "You're so clean and tidy." Getting back on point, she added, "A noblewoman like myself can't be seen without a proper escort. Your personality's nothing special, but you're not bad to look at."
"I believe that's my line," he muttered to himself. "And I have to take you all the way to Ostia? I only hope my nerves can endure the journey."
"What are you mumbling about? You're so gloomy!" Standing up suddenly, she turned and began on her way again, prompting Erk to follow her. However, when he finally did catch up...
"Serra! Behind me! Watch out for-"
"What-AIEEEE!"
Oblivious to all she didn't want to notice, she took one wrong step and fell off of a short outcropping. Thinking fast, he grabbed her shawl and held onto it by the tip of his fingers. "Is there anything you can stand on there!?"
"Erk! Don't you dare drop me!"
"So... loud..." He shook his head. "Not trying to! But my grip is bad enough as is!"
"There's a tree with a lot of branches below me," she shrieked.
Feeling his grip loosen, he shouted back, "Serra! Try to grab onto one of the branches and I can help you from there!"
"<b>ERK!</b> What did I just say about-AHHHHH!" Screaming as she fell, she flailed, trying to grab onto the branches. Barely missing a sharp one, it instead cut several of the bindings on her robe. Not aware at first, she tried to grab at some more branches. Unaware, she almost landed on two branches close not only to each other but also the ground, but instead managed to slip through the space between them, her robe coming up over her head. Continuing to flail, she twisted and managed to wedge herself between the two branches by the shoulder. Her arms remained above the branch, but pushing them together wouldn't help her slide down, she couldn't move side to side and physical strength notwithstanding, the robe over her head prevented her from pulling herself out. She was effectively hanging by her arms six inches over the grass.
Scrambling down as fast as he could, Erk hadn't seen what had happened to Serra. Upon reaching the tree, he let out a very audible gasp. He knew Serra had an alluring figure. Despite the fact he couldn't talk to girls, the hormone inducing was partly the reason why he took the job in the first place. While he couldn't see her face, her robe was now covering only the top of her shoulders up; the rest of her was naked as the day she was born. While he felt as if he was in heaven, staring at this body, he was jerked back into the cold, harsh reality of the situation.
"<b>Erk!</b> This is your fault! Why didn't you tell me about that!?"
"I <i>was</i> warning you about that, if you recall. You decided to go ahead without me."
"That doesn't matter," she screeched. This is not funny, Erk!"
"Not funny," he muttered. Staring at her body, he worked his way forward; the only way she could know he was closer was the sound of his voice. "Serra, remember how you were saying I should laugh more?"
"What? What are you going on about? Why are you remembering now? Erk, get me down from here!"
Ignoring her, he continued. "And yet it occurs to me, Serra, that I've never heard you laugh either. You're either scolding or mocking me." Standing in front of her, her breasts were right at eye level, small mounds of flesh poking out and taunting him, asking him to do something, anything to them. But not now, he thought.
"I do more than that! I laugh all the time!"
Wasting no more time, he reached up and lightly stroked down her side.
"Eeeee! Erk, what are you doing!? This isn't helping!"
"On the contrary, Serra," he teased while moving his finger back up, then back down on both sides even faster. "I think we could make this trip much more enjoyable if you'd simply laugh more."
"AHAHAHA! Nonono stopstop EEEEERK!" Her lower half was kicking around, sometimes hitting Erk; more often, though, she hit nothing but air.
"Interesting laugh," he mused. "Much more beautiful than that screech. He continued to dance his fingers up and down her sides before turning behind her, dancing eight fingers on her stomach.
"AHAHAHAHA ERK STOP THAT TICKLESAHAHAHA!" Flailing about, she managed a lucky shot and kicked Erk in the face, surprising him and knocking him away. Taking advantage of the time where she wasn't being tickled, she breathed heavily, not used to such physical exertion.
Erk, standing up again, brushed off his robes and grabbed her legs. In silent retaliation for the kick, he bent them back as if she were kneeling and put one leg over them both so her calves were between his legs. He then drew them up further so he had a better attack at her feet and clamped his legs shut so she could not move.
"Erk, no, please, I'll increase your wages, just don't tickle my feeheheheHEHEHEHAHAHA ERK STOP IT YOU MONSTER HAHAHAAHEEHE!"
Turning around, but keeping her legs between his, he now had an excellent view of her knees, legs and soft rear. Shaping his hand into a claw, he lightly scratched down one cheek, then the other to riotous effect. Dancing them further down her legs, he listened to her laugh and actually enjoyed listening to it, even when not compared to her screech. Stopping suddenly and deciding that was enough of that, he let go of her legs and stepped back in front, admiring her figure once more. She was breathing heavily, but no sort of lasting damage.
"Erk... please... no more... I'm begging..."
Digging through his personal supplies, he glanced over the his tome of fire and moved more towards his educational books. Finding the quill he wanted, a long, stiff feathery one that Lord Pent had given him, he turned it around in his hands so the feather was pointing away from him. Silently moving his way up to her, he took his time and ran it across one nipple, then the other.
"Eeeerk! This hehe isn't funny! Stahahap this at once!"
But the more he did it, the more she got excited and the less she complained. As he continued to feather her breasts, captivated by both them and her laugh, he was surprised to hear her moan. Driven entirely by hormones, he moved the feather downward and began tickling her between her legs. Instead of hearing laughter at every touch, he heard moans and gasps of pleasure. He quickly learned which flicks produced the best effects and reproduced them, much to Serra's confused delight. Finally, throwing all caution to the wind, he switched the feather to his left hand and began tickling her breasts again, using his right hand to pleasure Serra. She laughed, she moaned, she ordered. Only this order was not berating him, but instead goading him on, pushing them both ever further to the edge until finally, she screamed in passion and shook, both from the tickling and from the orgasm coursing through her body.
Grabbing her by the waist, he hoisted her up and rotated her slightly, enough that she would slip out of her own accord. As predicted, she slipped right through the branches, her robe fluttering back over her figure as he laid her back down on the ground. With his hormones still charged, he wasn't sure what to do, until...
"Oh, Erk..."
"Serra? Is something wrong?"
"I... I didn't know you cared! I didn't know you'd be willing to do that for me! Oh, Elimine preserve me! I only wish you could have waited until we were alone..."
"Technically, Serra, we are alone." He wasn't sure he liked where this was going, but at this point, he wasn't in his right state of mind.
"Oh, but Erk, my first time was to be to a proper nobleman, not some escort from a dingy bar! I know you-"
"For your information, Serra, I am not just some escort," he added coldly. "I am the adopted son of Etruria's Mage General." Watching her eyes light up, he added, "Now, I believe you were saying something else?"
"Oh Erk, I knew you loved me! I can't believe I'm going to be married to the son of a Count!"
"W-wait, what? Married? To you?" He knew he didn't like where this was going.
Giggling at his misfortune, she shyly placed a hand right on the growth in his robe. "I may be a woman of the cloth, Erk, but I'm still a woman."
Before this, Erk would've thought otherwise. But all thoughts were torn from his mind as she felt her fingers slip through his robe.
"But maybe that can be our little secret."
