TicklishLurker
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Taken To Faerie
By Ticklishlurker
He was at it again. She was sure of it when she reached up to put a book away and felt something like fingers running up and down her spine. It was too soft, too intangible to make her do more then shrug her shoulders and smile. Yet it was there, persistent, driving her nuts! The man would insist on driving her mad.
Eve sighed. What was she going to do with David? He was always doing something like this. Reminding her of his existence. That he was out there, somewhere, wanting her.
That was the reason he did this to her, actually. She couldn’t believe any man would want her! Eve was what some people generously called “Rubenesque.” She just called herself plain old fat. Short and more then generously rounded. She was reminded every day at her job that she was not what men wanted.
From the magazines in the library’s periodicals thin, brown haired models stared back at her. Eve would sigh and finger her own strawberry-blond locks. Their chests were nearly flat, hers so large that it was hard to find bras that fit. Their hips ran straight up and down, hers were generously curved. Their eyes were covered by a variety of colored contacts. Hers were just plain old green with golden flecks.
According to everything told to her by society, she was not what men wanted.
Yet there was a man out there who wanted her. His name was David.
They had never yet met in person, but she knew he was twice her age - she didn’t mind. Even as a child, Eve had a thing for men much older then herself.
He wasn’t very tall and was very thin. He had a large nose, blue eyes, and slightly graying brown-blond hair. He was a musician, so people often stereotyped him as gay, but he was only interested in women. (Which only went to prove that 99.9% of the time - stereotypes were untrue.)
He was also what most people would call a psychic, or even a wizard. His powers were not the strongest, mostly due to lack of interest in developing them. Music had always been his first and true love. Yet those powers were developed enough that every day, at around the same time, he was able to reach out to Eve, from where he lived in New York to wherever she happened to be in California, and send her psychic tickles.
They had met on the internet. On a message board dedicated to people with their fetish. Eve enjoyed being tickled, David enjoyed tickling. For both of them it was an important part of both foreplay and of sex itself. Neither was able to find a partner into it in the real world.
Of course, because both were not socially acceptable in physical appearance, it was hard to find a partner period. Even on the board itself Eve was disgusted by the taste men expressed.
So many requests for tone deaf tramps like Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas (Why? When Sarah “Fergie” Ferguson the Duchess Of York was 100 million times more attractive!), Britney Spears, or Hillary Duff - women, if you could call these pop-hookers women, that wouldn’t have anything to do with these guys in the real world anyway. And it wasn’t like the guys requesting them were any prize package themselves. So they had no right to judge a woman based solely on how attractive they thought these artificially created “women” were.
Now, David didn’t really have a problem with women on the board being interested in him. What was a problem, was that most were either female ‘Lers (and he was just not ticklish at all, anywhere, nor did he want to be, because submitting to a woman sexually just wasn’t in his nature) or married. Others just didn’t stimulate him mentally.
Then came Eve. He knew she was far from perfect. In her stories she often used the wrong words or phrasing. Her writing itself often showed her massive insecurity. He could tell that at 30 in many ways she was still very childish. Yet in others she was his mental and emotional equal.
So they had started with casual chats. Then she sent him a picture of herself. It was after that David began to use his powers on her. Tickling her from across the country. At first he wasn’t sure she could sense it - very few women could, they had to be open to magic or have some amount of magical ancestry. Eve was both. On his third attempt, he could actually feel her squirming beneath his finger tips.
After that, at least once a day he focused on tickling some part of her body. Sometimes he played her ribs like if he was playing his piano. Other times he was scrabbling his fingers over her feet. He swirled them in her armpits. Or like today he was running his fingers lightly from the back of her neck to the bottom of her spine.
When he first started, Eve wasn’t open to magic, which meant that she had ancestors that had magic. Of course, when she first felt him she became open to it, so she could feel him more and more as time went on.
Finally he stopped the tickling torment and let her get back to work. Eve felt both relief and disappointment. He had a show tonight so that meant no night visitations. Those ones were the best. While she slept he would tickle her in her dreams, teasing her into a high sexual heat. She always ended up waking herself up with a self induced orgasm. These ‘nocturnal transmissions’ left her more satisfied then any lover had ever done in person.
Of course, David always told her via e-mail that if she wanted more, she’d just have to come see him. He rarely got out of New York anymore as that was where the majority of his gigs were. Yet Eve held back, fearing that when she got there, he’d suddenly change his mind and not want her anymore. After all this, she wasn’t sure she could bear that.
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Lyntara could smell magic. It quivered in the air before her nose. It wasn’t strong magic, but it was enough to feed her.
To anyone else, Lyntara looked like a normal human being. The glamour she put on herself made her pretty without being mind numbingly beautiful. Anyone looking at her would see a tall, slender brunette. A face not too remarkable, but attractive.
Underneath though, she was a beast. The ugliest of creatures.
She had once been a princess in the Seelie Court. That was the order of fairies that humans often imagined when they read the old tales. That is, when they weren’t thinking of the tiny little winged creatures. Back then she had been beautiful. Back then her name hadn’t been Lyntara but something completely unpronounceable to the human tongue.
Then she saw her first human in the act of giving birth. A surge of jealousy filled her. For the Seelie were almost all sterile. A few of the women could give birth and some of the men could impregnate human women, but for the most part these immortal beings couldn’t have children. Lyntara was one of the latter ones. Her womb was a shriveled up husk inside her.
Then she had found a book, written long ago by one of the Unseelie, the lower order of fairies, or “dark fairies” as some called them. They were practitioners of things forbidden. In the book it claimed that if a fairy fed on enough magic from humans, they would be able to have children.
It was a lie. What really happened was that as they fed on the magic, killing the humans in the process, they grew twisted in their facial features. Worse still, it came to a point where they couldn’t live without feeding on the magic. So underneath her socially acceptable looks was a twisted face, bugged out eyes, mottled grey skin with red ruptures, and a tongue shaped like a long proboscis.
Her most pressing problem was that magic - real magic - was getting hard to find. Humans had bred most of the magic out of themselves. Those that believed didn’t really possess it. Most of those that possessed it didn’t believe and therefore it became useless.
She had solved this problem by abducting and specially breeding those with magic already in their blood. Those too old or who for other reasons couldn’t be bred she’d feed on right away. Those too young she’d give to those whom she had already raised herself to take care of. She kept those taken from the world separate from those born in captivity for the latter didn’t know any other world.
They were so out of touch with reality that, like the snails in the story who thought it was a great honor to be cooked and served on a silver platter, so too her human cattle thought it a great honor to be fed on by her. They thought she was their goddess.
However, just as free range chicken tasted better, so too did free range magic. Even the weakest tasted better then her most powerful captive breed. She was out hunting.
There, there was where the magic was coming from! That woman!
She was a fat little thing, but pretty in a classical way. If her face was a little thinner and she took a little more care she would have the beauty of a young Audrey Hepburn or Lauren Bacall. Only with a turned up nose that gave her an Elvish appearance. She probably had Elven blood in her, in fact.
There was an aura of magic about her as well. It was fading fast. Someone had used a spell to make contact with her recently, but they didn’t stay in contact long enough to allow Lyntara a chance to trace it back to its source. Well, she’d just have to follow this woman around until the source renewed contact.
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It was three days before David was able to visit Eve in her dreams again. In this world of the magical psychic plane David saw Eve three ways. The way the world saw her, the way she saw herself, and the way he saw her.
David tried to get Eve to see her as he did, but she was a stubborn woman with very low self esteem. It was, so far, impossible to get her to accept herself as beautiful.
After many frustrating attempts in which she forced her self image onto the scene, ruining the moment, he finally got sneaky. Putting only small amounts of how he saw her into her dreams. So little she didn’t even notice it.
In the dream he had her tied face down to a massage table, nude except for a pair of knee high nylons, her hands tied above her head. He tickled her back, armpits, and ribs for a good ten minutes. He was currently teasing the sides of her breasts. Straddling her hips as he ran his fingers over the exposed part of her large mammaries.
The best part of dream tickling was that he could have her tied in ways no one could manage in real life. Most of the time he chose ways he planned on having her once he got her to come to New York to be with him.
Eve was in the throes of ecstasy. David had tickled her in a dozen different ways already. This was just the latest stage of the dream. He had started out with her tied to the wall, tickling her front. There were two parts of a woman’s body David loved the most, the breasts and the feet. He loved the former more then the latter, and often spent a good part of the dreams tickling Eve’s boobs until she thought she’d go mad.
David always saved Eve’s feet for last, teasing her with what he was going to do to those feet as he tormented the quivering flesh of her armpits, played with her ribs, ravished her belly button. He would act like he was going to tickle her feet, then suddenly tickle her behind the ears.
Just when Eve thought she couldn’t take much more of David’s fingers on the sides of her tits, he suddenly turned her around. Panic set in and Eve started to squirm. He was going for her most dreaded spot! She whimpered. David chuckled wickedly.
He dragged his fingers slowly from the backs of her knees, up her thighs, then stopped right before he hit that spot and went back down. He kept this up, building the terror in Eve. She laughed and whimpered all at once. Feeling so helpless yet desiring what he was going to do.
Briefly, enough to keep her sexual torment up, he tickled the insides of her thighs, then her flaring hips. He tickled her round, fleshy butt. When he knew she couldn’t take anymore of the build up, when she was on the verge of a mental snap, he struck the spot. Right where her thighs and butt met.
Eve SCREAMED with laughter, began to spout gibberish. David was going to drive her nuts! She was sure of it.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, David moved down. Eve could feel his erection bouncing against her as he moved. It gave her great satisfaction to know that her helpless laughter, her submissiveness to him turned him on so. She knew his mind was totally focused on her. He was not imagining Heidi Klum or Paris Hilton. He was turned on by her and her alone.
He was now at her feet. David always saved them for last. They were a yummy 5 and a half wide. Not too so long that they looked like canoes. Not so short and narrow that they didn’t have enough tickling space.
Most of all, they were Eve’s biggest erogenous zone. Tickling her here in her dreams meant she would soon wake herself up as she brought herself to orgasm. David liked to prolong their time together even though it meant denying her pleasure for long periods of time.
Eve went ballistic when David began his torment of her feet. The tops, the toes, the soles, nothing was safe from his relentless tickling. He was laying down on top of her now so his erection pressed between her thighs and rubbed her engorged labia.
She was just about to reach that point in her ticklish arousal where she knew she’d wake up when David suddenly stopped. More then that, his erection began to go down and his entire body stiffened.
“David?” Eve asked, “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a - a presence. It means us harm.” He said, trying to locate where it was coming from. “Eve! Wake up and RUN!”
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Lyntara had been watching the sleeping woman for hours. Feeling the magic around her build. She was surprised to see the woman smiling in her sleep, then giggling. The scent of human sexual arousal filled the air after awhile. Lyntara pulled back the covers and watched as the woman’s nipples stiffened and her labia and clit swelled.
The magic grew stronger as each hour passed and Lyntara realized that whomever was casting upon this woman was using his or her power to sexually torment the human. What a waste of power! Well, it allowed Lyntara to concentrate on following the magic back to the source.
Then, as it seemed the woman was about to orgasm, her eyes snapped open and beheld Lyntara standing over her. For someone fat she was amazingly quick, rolling over and jumping out of bed before Lyntara could react. Still, she wasn’t fast enough. The fairy easily jumped over the bed and wrapped her arms around the woman’s thick middle.
“You woke up at the wrong time, my dear. I guess now I’ll just have to use you as bait in the trap.” With a poof they were gone.
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David desperately tried to locate Eve. He could sense her leaving the world as he knew it. So carefully had he built their connection that he now knew when she sneezed or had the slightest itch. When he could no longer feel her heart beating in time with his, he panicked.
“Eve?” He said, holding her picture in front of him. “Where are you? Please, dearest, answer me....”
Yet, for all the casting of his psychic mind, he could not find her.
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That damnable human woman was still refusing to tell her anything! Lyntara fumed. For nearly an earth week she had interrogated the woman, only finding out her name was Eve. That and that alone. The woman would not tell Lyntara where her magic wielding lover lived, and refused to use her own fledgling power to make contact with him. Tried to claim she had none.
Lyntara had tried every torture she knew. She whipped Eve until the woman was close to dying, then brought her back to full health. She showed Eve her true form. She refused the woman food and water. Humiliated her in front of the human cattle. She then tried to be sweet and caring. Petting and stroking Eve.
Nothing worked. The human was remarkably stubborn.
Which could only mean one thing, Eve was deeply in love. So deeply that she was useless even as a breeder. The magic in her own body would keep any child from being conceived.
Lyntara needed Eve’s lover. With them she could introduce fresh blood to her human cattle before feeding off them both. How to break her though? That was the thing.
Eve was currently tied nude in front of Lyntara. Her hands were bound with soft ensorcelled rope in front of her, her ankles tied together. She was fresh from a healing bath to reform the skin on her body. The regrown skin glowed pink and without blemish. Even Eve’s old scars from childhood accidents were gone.
“Are you going to tell me where I can find him now, human?”
“Fuck you, bitch.” Eve replied, spitting at Lyntara’s feet.
One of Lyntara’s cattle slaves moved to strike Eve, but the fairy stopped him.
“Leave us.” When they were alone, Lyntara sat down on the floor next to Eve.
“Human, I need your magic to live. I need your man as well. If you have any pity on an old fairy, tell me where to find him.”
“Bite me.” Eve replied.
Lyntara tore at her straw like hair, the glamour threatening to fall away in her anger. How to break this woman?! The answer came from one of Lyntara’s pets. A small creature that looked like a cross between a spider and a mouse decided to explore the mountain of flesh before it. Crawling up Eve’s ribs. The human began to giggle and squirm.
In her visits to the human realm, Lyntara had learned that tickling could be used as a torture. She had seen female thieves and slaves broken by prolonged tickling. Eve’s newly healed flesh was at its peak of sensitivity. So, Lyntara shooed her pet away and straddled Eve’s hips.
“Tell me who he is. Where I can find him.” Lyntara said as she wormed her long fingers (in the glamour they looked like smooth, perfect digits, but underneath they were as crooked and twisted as an old gnarled tree) about in the air above Eve’s body. Lyntara began to tickle Eve’s armpits with her sharp, cracked nails.
Eve began to shriek with laughter. Bucking beneath the evil fairy. Worse still, her body was already beginning to betray her. She felt her nipples stiffen. She wanted to cry even as she laughed uproariously. David and David alone was supposed to be able to arouse her like this! She loved him, not this evil, twisted creature that was now toying with her ribs.
“Tell me, human, tell me or I will give you to my slaves to play with like this. I can see how it affects you. Tell me.” Lyntara began to tickle Eve’s nipples. Feeling a rush of power. She could smell the beginning of arousal in the human.
Scooting down Eve’s body, she began to tickle the human’s belly and hips.
Tears streamed down Eve’s face. Her throat was soon raw from hysterical laughter. Part of her wanted to give in. Part of her was filled with shame.
Lyntara continued the ticklish assault. The fairy was tireless and relentless. She tickled Eve’s quivering upper body until the human nearly passed out. Then moved down her legs. Eve’s labia was swollen and wet. Lyntara tickled Eve’s legs, humiliating the human by briefly tickling her clit, causing her to buck and moan. Then stopping before Eve could orgasm.
“Tell me, Eve, and I’ll take you to heights you only dreamed of.” Lyntara changed tactics now. Promising Eve the orgasm of a lifetime. Bringing her close, then denying her at the last second.
Eve was in hell. This type of tickle torture was shameful, hateful. The arousal was forced and filled Eve with self disgust. When that bitch began to tickle Eve’s feet, she didn’t just laugh, she sobbed. Her mouth could not form coherent words, but her mind did.
“David, David help me.....” she thought over and over again as that bitch fairy once again brought Eve to the brink of orgasm then denied her. “David, I need you, help me....”
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David was still trying to locate Eve. Earlier this week the police had been by to question him about her disappearance. Apparently the cops in California had fond their e-mails and records of their phone calls, so they asked the New York police to question David. He could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had nothing to do with her vanishing. If nothing else, his obvious emotional distress proved that he would never harm Eve.
As he sat concentrating on her picture, trying once again to find her, he suddenly heard her in his head, crying out to him for help. He focused on her voice, feeling his way to her. He could sense now that she was someplace he could not easily reach. He could sense great magic around her. Stronger then he could battle.
Yet he had to try. He didn’t know anyone else who could battle with him. There were so few that actually had magic in their blood. Fewer actually knew how to use it. He barely knew what he was doing. All he knew was how to project himself to Eve.
Going strictly by instinct, he concentrated on Eve’s mental voice. Feeling his heart being pulled to her, suddenly he felt his body being pulled along.
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Eve was now into silent laughter. She had totally lost her voice. Her body was trembling on the edge of sexual completion, and yet the evil fairy would not allow Eve to orgasm. Nor any rest from the insane tickling. Then all of a sudden, it stopped. The fairy bitch was laughing.
“This?! This little twig is your lover?” Lyntara chortled. “This grey haired old man?
Oh you humans, love really is blind. Still, the magic in him is strong. Weak from lack of work, but strong all the same.”
Her nostrils quivered as she sucked in the scent of magic around the skinny man before her. David was LIVID! Eve lay nude on the floor, crying. He could see the glow of shame around her. He had worked so hard to get her to like herself, and this - thing - ripped all that work away.
So, without a thought, David launched himself at this beast. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t harm someone who looked so much like a woman, but he knew this was no human.
So quick was his attack that the evil fairy was thrown off balance for a moment and was unable to fight back. But, when she recovered she easily threw him off with a spell. He slammed into the wall. Bones snapped.
David pushed himself back up and tried to come at Lyntara again. The fairy was so shocked that her glamour fell away. He should’ve been down for the count.
More then that though, magic rolled off him like waves on a beach slamming into her. She fought back, but the magic grew stronger.
Then she was getting hit from behind as well. Though tied up, Eve had scooted herself towards Lyntara, teeth bared. Before Lyntara could react, Eve had driven her teeth deep into the twisted beast of a fairy’s ankle. Lyntara screamed in pain as her flesh parted.
David struck Lyntara’s face. The heavy ring he wore sliced open the sick looking flesh. All he could think about was the fact this creature had harmed the woman he loved. It powered him. Drove him on even as blood bubbled to his lips from a punctured lung. He was wheezing, dying. But he wouldn’t die until Eve was revenged.
“ENOUGH!”
The voice came from everywhere at once. David felt himself being pulled back by strong hands. Something warm was being poured down his throat and he felt his strength return to him. His wounds healing. He looked and saw beautiful creatures, men and women, holding Eve up, untying her, pouring something down her throat.
If these beings were indescribably beautiful, then the one standing in front of the evil fairy transcended beauty. A crown on her head declared her a queen.
They were speaking, but in a tongue David could not understand. The evil fairy was sobbing, pleading.
Then, suddenly in English, the evil one said, “I just wanted to be able to have a child! All I wanted was to be able to hold my own flesh and blood in my arms and cuddle them, love them. I wanted a baby to nurse at my breast. It’s NOT FAIR! It’s not fair!”
She began to sob. “Human women flaunt their ability to breed. They even throw their babies in the trash. Human women don’t care that there’s someone out there who wants a child more then anything. T hey think only of themselves.”
David and Eve felt pity for the twisted fairy now. Yes, she had committed murder thousands of times over. All to feed her own life. Yet, there was a desperation, a sadness in her. She deserved punishment for what she had done, but even so neither could help being moved to pity this twisted creature.
The fairy queen had no pity, however, and drove a knife deep into the evil fairy’s blackened heart.
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“It’s a strange place.” Eve said, even as they lounged beneath the large tree. Large fruits that smelled and tasted like dark chocolate with milk chocolate centers hung above them.
After the death of the evil fairy all her kidnap victims, her human cattle, had been brought here, to the land of the Seelie. Including David and Eve. It had been declared that it was too dangerous to let them return to the human world.
It wasn’t so bad. Their lives would be much longer here. Hundreds of years. There was no need to work. All they had to do all day was take pleasure.
Yet they did miss parts of the human world. David missed his piano and making music. Eve missed her family. They took solace in each other. They forgot the things they missed when they were together.
Currently David had Eve’s arms tied above her head to the tree. An assortment of exotic feathers lay beside her hips. Her feet were tied to a log in front of her. David just smiled and picked up two feathers. Using them to softly tickle her ears and neck. Eve giggled and squirmed. Her eyes danced in delight. Already she felt love fill up inside her along with arousal.
For five minutes David tickled her ears and neck. Then he moved to her arms from wrist to pit for a full ten minutes. Here David could tickle Eve non-stop without either growing tired.
From her pits David moved to her ribs and belly, working his way to her breasts. He tormented these without mercy. Eve’s laughter filled the air and shook the fruits above.
One fell and splattered all over Eve’s boobs. David spent a great deal of enjoyable time licking the chocolate off of her, tickling her hips, ribs, and underarms the entire time.
When Eve was thoroughly tickled on her upper body, David used another pair of feathers to tickle torture her thighs and labia. She was pleading with him for release. Yet he denied her an orgasm just yet.
Finally, David got to Eve’s feet. He tickled them with feathers, fingers, and tongue. He traced the lines of her soles. Ravished between her toes. When he licked the arch of her right foot she came, screaming out his name.
David untied her and retied her so she now stood with her legs parted. His large nose nudged aside the folds of her engorged labia. As he began to use his nose, then his lips and tongue to stimulate her clit, he reached up and tickled the underside of her breasts. Thinking how he would later pay homage to them.
Eve delighted in all of this. It was better then the dream tickling, for David was here. He was real. It was him in the flesh that brought her to one giggling, quivering orgasm after another.
It was David who was now tickling Eve’s breasts with fingers, lips, and tongue. Teasingly shoving his face between her massive tits and going “BLLLLLPPPPPP!” as he wiggled his head back and forth. His lips were real on her laughing mouth as he pushed himself inside her, fitting so perfectly with her. Him, orgasming with her. His seed spilling deep into her.
There, under the tree of chocolate fruits, they conceived the first of what would be many children in the Seelie world. Children who would grow and marry into the Seelie families, bringing back fertility.
The first child created in that moment of perfect love would be a girl. Her name would be - Lyntara.
~~ The End ~~
By Ticklishlurker
He was at it again. She was sure of it when she reached up to put a book away and felt something like fingers running up and down her spine. It was too soft, too intangible to make her do more then shrug her shoulders and smile. Yet it was there, persistent, driving her nuts! The man would insist on driving her mad.
Eve sighed. What was she going to do with David? He was always doing something like this. Reminding her of his existence. That he was out there, somewhere, wanting her.
That was the reason he did this to her, actually. She couldn’t believe any man would want her! Eve was what some people generously called “Rubenesque.” She just called herself plain old fat. Short and more then generously rounded. She was reminded every day at her job that she was not what men wanted.
From the magazines in the library’s periodicals thin, brown haired models stared back at her. Eve would sigh and finger her own strawberry-blond locks. Their chests were nearly flat, hers so large that it was hard to find bras that fit. Their hips ran straight up and down, hers were generously curved. Their eyes were covered by a variety of colored contacts. Hers were just plain old green with golden flecks.
According to everything told to her by society, she was not what men wanted.
Yet there was a man out there who wanted her. His name was David.
They had never yet met in person, but she knew he was twice her age - she didn’t mind. Even as a child, Eve had a thing for men much older then herself.
He wasn’t very tall and was very thin. He had a large nose, blue eyes, and slightly graying brown-blond hair. He was a musician, so people often stereotyped him as gay, but he was only interested in women. (Which only went to prove that 99.9% of the time - stereotypes were untrue.)
He was also what most people would call a psychic, or even a wizard. His powers were not the strongest, mostly due to lack of interest in developing them. Music had always been his first and true love. Yet those powers were developed enough that every day, at around the same time, he was able to reach out to Eve, from where he lived in New York to wherever she happened to be in California, and send her psychic tickles.
They had met on the internet. On a message board dedicated to people with their fetish. Eve enjoyed being tickled, David enjoyed tickling. For both of them it was an important part of both foreplay and of sex itself. Neither was able to find a partner into it in the real world.
Of course, because both were not socially acceptable in physical appearance, it was hard to find a partner period. Even on the board itself Eve was disgusted by the taste men expressed.
So many requests for tone deaf tramps like Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas (Why? When Sarah “Fergie” Ferguson the Duchess Of York was 100 million times more attractive!), Britney Spears, or Hillary Duff - women, if you could call these pop-hookers women, that wouldn’t have anything to do with these guys in the real world anyway. And it wasn’t like the guys requesting them were any prize package themselves. So they had no right to judge a woman based solely on how attractive they thought these artificially created “women” were.
Now, David didn’t really have a problem with women on the board being interested in him. What was a problem, was that most were either female ‘Lers (and he was just not ticklish at all, anywhere, nor did he want to be, because submitting to a woman sexually just wasn’t in his nature) or married. Others just didn’t stimulate him mentally.
Then came Eve. He knew she was far from perfect. In her stories she often used the wrong words or phrasing. Her writing itself often showed her massive insecurity. He could tell that at 30 in many ways she was still very childish. Yet in others she was his mental and emotional equal.
So they had started with casual chats. Then she sent him a picture of herself. It was after that David began to use his powers on her. Tickling her from across the country. At first he wasn’t sure she could sense it - very few women could, they had to be open to magic or have some amount of magical ancestry. Eve was both. On his third attempt, he could actually feel her squirming beneath his finger tips.
After that, at least once a day he focused on tickling some part of her body. Sometimes he played her ribs like if he was playing his piano. Other times he was scrabbling his fingers over her feet. He swirled them in her armpits. Or like today he was running his fingers lightly from the back of her neck to the bottom of her spine.
When he first started, Eve wasn’t open to magic, which meant that she had ancestors that had magic. Of course, when she first felt him she became open to it, so she could feel him more and more as time went on.
Finally he stopped the tickling torment and let her get back to work. Eve felt both relief and disappointment. He had a show tonight so that meant no night visitations. Those ones were the best. While she slept he would tickle her in her dreams, teasing her into a high sexual heat. She always ended up waking herself up with a self induced orgasm. These ‘nocturnal transmissions’ left her more satisfied then any lover had ever done in person.
Of course, David always told her via e-mail that if she wanted more, she’d just have to come see him. He rarely got out of New York anymore as that was where the majority of his gigs were. Yet Eve held back, fearing that when she got there, he’d suddenly change his mind and not want her anymore. After all this, she wasn’t sure she could bear that.
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Lyntara could smell magic. It quivered in the air before her nose. It wasn’t strong magic, but it was enough to feed her.
To anyone else, Lyntara looked like a normal human being. The glamour she put on herself made her pretty without being mind numbingly beautiful. Anyone looking at her would see a tall, slender brunette. A face not too remarkable, but attractive.
Underneath though, she was a beast. The ugliest of creatures.
She had once been a princess in the Seelie Court. That was the order of fairies that humans often imagined when they read the old tales. That is, when they weren’t thinking of the tiny little winged creatures. Back then she had been beautiful. Back then her name hadn’t been Lyntara but something completely unpronounceable to the human tongue.
Then she saw her first human in the act of giving birth. A surge of jealousy filled her. For the Seelie were almost all sterile. A few of the women could give birth and some of the men could impregnate human women, but for the most part these immortal beings couldn’t have children. Lyntara was one of the latter ones. Her womb was a shriveled up husk inside her.
Then she had found a book, written long ago by one of the Unseelie, the lower order of fairies, or “dark fairies” as some called them. They were practitioners of things forbidden. In the book it claimed that if a fairy fed on enough magic from humans, they would be able to have children.
It was a lie. What really happened was that as they fed on the magic, killing the humans in the process, they grew twisted in their facial features. Worse still, it came to a point where they couldn’t live without feeding on the magic. So underneath her socially acceptable looks was a twisted face, bugged out eyes, mottled grey skin with red ruptures, and a tongue shaped like a long proboscis.
Her most pressing problem was that magic - real magic - was getting hard to find. Humans had bred most of the magic out of themselves. Those that believed didn’t really possess it. Most of those that possessed it didn’t believe and therefore it became useless.
She had solved this problem by abducting and specially breeding those with magic already in their blood. Those too old or who for other reasons couldn’t be bred she’d feed on right away. Those too young she’d give to those whom she had already raised herself to take care of. She kept those taken from the world separate from those born in captivity for the latter didn’t know any other world.
They were so out of touch with reality that, like the snails in the story who thought it was a great honor to be cooked and served on a silver platter, so too her human cattle thought it a great honor to be fed on by her. They thought she was their goddess.
However, just as free range chicken tasted better, so too did free range magic. Even the weakest tasted better then her most powerful captive breed. She was out hunting.
There, there was where the magic was coming from! That woman!
She was a fat little thing, but pretty in a classical way. If her face was a little thinner and she took a little more care she would have the beauty of a young Audrey Hepburn or Lauren Bacall. Only with a turned up nose that gave her an Elvish appearance. She probably had Elven blood in her, in fact.
There was an aura of magic about her as well. It was fading fast. Someone had used a spell to make contact with her recently, but they didn’t stay in contact long enough to allow Lyntara a chance to trace it back to its source. Well, she’d just have to follow this woman around until the source renewed contact.
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It was three days before David was able to visit Eve in her dreams again. In this world of the magical psychic plane David saw Eve three ways. The way the world saw her, the way she saw herself, and the way he saw her.
David tried to get Eve to see her as he did, but she was a stubborn woman with very low self esteem. It was, so far, impossible to get her to accept herself as beautiful.
After many frustrating attempts in which she forced her self image onto the scene, ruining the moment, he finally got sneaky. Putting only small amounts of how he saw her into her dreams. So little she didn’t even notice it.
In the dream he had her tied face down to a massage table, nude except for a pair of knee high nylons, her hands tied above her head. He tickled her back, armpits, and ribs for a good ten minutes. He was currently teasing the sides of her breasts. Straddling her hips as he ran his fingers over the exposed part of her large mammaries.
The best part of dream tickling was that he could have her tied in ways no one could manage in real life. Most of the time he chose ways he planned on having her once he got her to come to New York to be with him.
Eve was in the throes of ecstasy. David had tickled her in a dozen different ways already. This was just the latest stage of the dream. He had started out with her tied to the wall, tickling her front. There were two parts of a woman’s body David loved the most, the breasts and the feet. He loved the former more then the latter, and often spent a good part of the dreams tickling Eve’s boobs until she thought she’d go mad.
David always saved Eve’s feet for last, teasing her with what he was going to do to those feet as he tormented the quivering flesh of her armpits, played with her ribs, ravished her belly button. He would act like he was going to tickle her feet, then suddenly tickle her behind the ears.
Just when Eve thought she couldn’t take much more of David’s fingers on the sides of her tits, he suddenly turned her around. Panic set in and Eve started to squirm. He was going for her most dreaded spot! She whimpered. David chuckled wickedly.
He dragged his fingers slowly from the backs of her knees, up her thighs, then stopped right before he hit that spot and went back down. He kept this up, building the terror in Eve. She laughed and whimpered all at once. Feeling so helpless yet desiring what he was going to do.
Briefly, enough to keep her sexual torment up, he tickled the insides of her thighs, then her flaring hips. He tickled her round, fleshy butt. When he knew she couldn’t take anymore of the build up, when she was on the verge of a mental snap, he struck the spot. Right where her thighs and butt met.
Eve SCREAMED with laughter, began to spout gibberish. David was going to drive her nuts! She was sure of it.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, David moved down. Eve could feel his erection bouncing against her as he moved. It gave her great satisfaction to know that her helpless laughter, her submissiveness to him turned him on so. She knew his mind was totally focused on her. He was not imagining Heidi Klum or Paris Hilton. He was turned on by her and her alone.
He was now at her feet. David always saved them for last. They were a yummy 5 and a half wide. Not too so long that they looked like canoes. Not so short and narrow that they didn’t have enough tickling space.
Most of all, they were Eve’s biggest erogenous zone. Tickling her here in her dreams meant she would soon wake herself up as she brought herself to orgasm. David liked to prolong their time together even though it meant denying her pleasure for long periods of time.
Eve went ballistic when David began his torment of her feet. The tops, the toes, the soles, nothing was safe from his relentless tickling. He was laying down on top of her now so his erection pressed between her thighs and rubbed her engorged labia.
She was just about to reach that point in her ticklish arousal where she knew she’d wake up when David suddenly stopped. More then that, his erection began to go down and his entire body stiffened.
“David?” Eve asked, “What’s wrong?”
“There’s a - a presence. It means us harm.” He said, trying to locate where it was coming from. “Eve! Wake up and RUN!”
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Lyntara had been watching the sleeping woman for hours. Feeling the magic around her build. She was surprised to see the woman smiling in her sleep, then giggling. The scent of human sexual arousal filled the air after awhile. Lyntara pulled back the covers and watched as the woman’s nipples stiffened and her labia and clit swelled.
The magic grew stronger as each hour passed and Lyntara realized that whomever was casting upon this woman was using his or her power to sexually torment the human. What a waste of power! Well, it allowed Lyntara to concentrate on following the magic back to the source.
Then, as it seemed the woman was about to orgasm, her eyes snapped open and beheld Lyntara standing over her. For someone fat she was amazingly quick, rolling over and jumping out of bed before Lyntara could react. Still, she wasn’t fast enough. The fairy easily jumped over the bed and wrapped her arms around the woman’s thick middle.
“You woke up at the wrong time, my dear. I guess now I’ll just have to use you as bait in the trap.” With a poof they were gone.
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David desperately tried to locate Eve. He could sense her leaving the world as he knew it. So carefully had he built their connection that he now knew when she sneezed or had the slightest itch. When he could no longer feel her heart beating in time with his, he panicked.
“Eve?” He said, holding her picture in front of him. “Where are you? Please, dearest, answer me....”
Yet, for all the casting of his psychic mind, he could not find her.
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That damnable human woman was still refusing to tell her anything! Lyntara fumed. For nearly an earth week she had interrogated the woman, only finding out her name was Eve. That and that alone. The woman would not tell Lyntara where her magic wielding lover lived, and refused to use her own fledgling power to make contact with him. Tried to claim she had none.
Lyntara had tried every torture she knew. She whipped Eve until the woman was close to dying, then brought her back to full health. She showed Eve her true form. She refused the woman food and water. Humiliated her in front of the human cattle. She then tried to be sweet and caring. Petting and stroking Eve.
Nothing worked. The human was remarkably stubborn.
Which could only mean one thing, Eve was deeply in love. So deeply that she was useless even as a breeder. The magic in her own body would keep any child from being conceived.
Lyntara needed Eve’s lover. With them she could introduce fresh blood to her human cattle before feeding off them both. How to break her though? That was the thing.
Eve was currently tied nude in front of Lyntara. Her hands were bound with soft ensorcelled rope in front of her, her ankles tied together. She was fresh from a healing bath to reform the skin on her body. The regrown skin glowed pink and without blemish. Even Eve’s old scars from childhood accidents were gone.
“Are you going to tell me where I can find him now, human?”
“Fuck you, bitch.” Eve replied, spitting at Lyntara’s feet.
One of Lyntara’s cattle slaves moved to strike Eve, but the fairy stopped him.
“Leave us.” When they were alone, Lyntara sat down on the floor next to Eve.
“Human, I need your magic to live. I need your man as well. If you have any pity on an old fairy, tell me where to find him.”
“Bite me.” Eve replied.
Lyntara tore at her straw like hair, the glamour threatening to fall away in her anger. How to break this woman?! The answer came from one of Lyntara’s pets. A small creature that looked like a cross between a spider and a mouse decided to explore the mountain of flesh before it. Crawling up Eve’s ribs. The human began to giggle and squirm.
In her visits to the human realm, Lyntara had learned that tickling could be used as a torture. She had seen female thieves and slaves broken by prolonged tickling. Eve’s newly healed flesh was at its peak of sensitivity. So, Lyntara shooed her pet away and straddled Eve’s hips.
“Tell me who he is. Where I can find him.” Lyntara said as she wormed her long fingers (in the glamour they looked like smooth, perfect digits, but underneath they were as crooked and twisted as an old gnarled tree) about in the air above Eve’s body. Lyntara began to tickle Eve’s armpits with her sharp, cracked nails.
Eve began to shriek with laughter. Bucking beneath the evil fairy. Worse still, her body was already beginning to betray her. She felt her nipples stiffen. She wanted to cry even as she laughed uproariously. David and David alone was supposed to be able to arouse her like this! She loved him, not this evil, twisted creature that was now toying with her ribs.
“Tell me, human, tell me or I will give you to my slaves to play with like this. I can see how it affects you. Tell me.” Lyntara began to tickle Eve’s nipples. Feeling a rush of power. She could smell the beginning of arousal in the human.
Scooting down Eve’s body, she began to tickle the human’s belly and hips.
Tears streamed down Eve’s face. Her throat was soon raw from hysterical laughter. Part of her wanted to give in. Part of her was filled with shame.
Lyntara continued the ticklish assault. The fairy was tireless and relentless. She tickled Eve’s quivering upper body until the human nearly passed out. Then moved down her legs. Eve’s labia was swollen and wet. Lyntara tickled Eve’s legs, humiliating the human by briefly tickling her clit, causing her to buck and moan. Then stopping before Eve could orgasm.
“Tell me, Eve, and I’ll take you to heights you only dreamed of.” Lyntara changed tactics now. Promising Eve the orgasm of a lifetime. Bringing her close, then denying her at the last second.
Eve was in hell. This type of tickle torture was shameful, hateful. The arousal was forced and filled Eve with self disgust. When that bitch began to tickle Eve’s feet, she didn’t just laugh, she sobbed. Her mouth could not form coherent words, but her mind did.
“David, David help me.....” she thought over and over again as that bitch fairy once again brought Eve to the brink of orgasm then denied her. “David, I need you, help me....”
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David was still trying to locate Eve. Earlier this week the police had been by to question him about her disappearance. Apparently the cops in California had fond their e-mails and records of their phone calls, so they asked the New York police to question David. He could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had nothing to do with her vanishing. If nothing else, his obvious emotional distress proved that he would never harm Eve.
As he sat concentrating on her picture, trying once again to find her, he suddenly heard her in his head, crying out to him for help. He focused on her voice, feeling his way to her. He could sense now that she was someplace he could not easily reach. He could sense great magic around her. Stronger then he could battle.
Yet he had to try. He didn’t know anyone else who could battle with him. There were so few that actually had magic in their blood. Fewer actually knew how to use it. He barely knew what he was doing. All he knew was how to project himself to Eve.
Going strictly by instinct, he concentrated on Eve’s mental voice. Feeling his heart being pulled to her, suddenly he felt his body being pulled along.
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Eve was now into silent laughter. She had totally lost her voice. Her body was trembling on the edge of sexual completion, and yet the evil fairy would not allow Eve to orgasm. Nor any rest from the insane tickling. Then all of a sudden, it stopped. The fairy bitch was laughing.
“This?! This little twig is your lover?” Lyntara chortled. “This grey haired old man?
Oh you humans, love really is blind. Still, the magic in him is strong. Weak from lack of work, but strong all the same.”
Her nostrils quivered as she sucked in the scent of magic around the skinny man before her. David was LIVID! Eve lay nude on the floor, crying. He could see the glow of shame around her. He had worked so hard to get her to like herself, and this - thing - ripped all that work away.
So, without a thought, David launched himself at this beast. Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t harm someone who looked so much like a woman, but he knew this was no human.
So quick was his attack that the evil fairy was thrown off balance for a moment and was unable to fight back. But, when she recovered she easily threw him off with a spell. He slammed into the wall. Bones snapped.
David pushed himself back up and tried to come at Lyntara again. The fairy was so shocked that her glamour fell away. He should’ve been down for the count.
More then that though, magic rolled off him like waves on a beach slamming into her. She fought back, but the magic grew stronger.
Then she was getting hit from behind as well. Though tied up, Eve had scooted herself towards Lyntara, teeth bared. Before Lyntara could react, Eve had driven her teeth deep into the twisted beast of a fairy’s ankle. Lyntara screamed in pain as her flesh parted.
David struck Lyntara’s face. The heavy ring he wore sliced open the sick looking flesh. All he could think about was the fact this creature had harmed the woman he loved. It powered him. Drove him on even as blood bubbled to his lips from a punctured lung. He was wheezing, dying. But he wouldn’t die until Eve was revenged.
“ENOUGH!”
The voice came from everywhere at once. David felt himself being pulled back by strong hands. Something warm was being poured down his throat and he felt his strength return to him. His wounds healing. He looked and saw beautiful creatures, men and women, holding Eve up, untying her, pouring something down her throat.
If these beings were indescribably beautiful, then the one standing in front of the evil fairy transcended beauty. A crown on her head declared her a queen.
They were speaking, but in a tongue David could not understand. The evil fairy was sobbing, pleading.
Then, suddenly in English, the evil one said, “I just wanted to be able to have a child! All I wanted was to be able to hold my own flesh and blood in my arms and cuddle them, love them. I wanted a baby to nurse at my breast. It’s NOT FAIR! It’s not fair!”
She began to sob. “Human women flaunt their ability to breed. They even throw their babies in the trash. Human women don’t care that there’s someone out there who wants a child more then anything. T hey think only of themselves.”
David and Eve felt pity for the twisted fairy now. Yes, she had committed murder thousands of times over. All to feed her own life. Yet, there was a desperation, a sadness in her. She deserved punishment for what she had done, but even so neither could help being moved to pity this twisted creature.
The fairy queen had no pity, however, and drove a knife deep into the evil fairy’s blackened heart.
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“It’s a strange place.” Eve said, even as they lounged beneath the large tree. Large fruits that smelled and tasted like dark chocolate with milk chocolate centers hung above them.
After the death of the evil fairy all her kidnap victims, her human cattle, had been brought here, to the land of the Seelie. Including David and Eve. It had been declared that it was too dangerous to let them return to the human world.
It wasn’t so bad. Their lives would be much longer here. Hundreds of years. There was no need to work. All they had to do all day was take pleasure.
Yet they did miss parts of the human world. David missed his piano and making music. Eve missed her family. They took solace in each other. They forgot the things they missed when they were together.
Currently David had Eve’s arms tied above her head to the tree. An assortment of exotic feathers lay beside her hips. Her feet were tied to a log in front of her. David just smiled and picked up two feathers. Using them to softly tickle her ears and neck. Eve giggled and squirmed. Her eyes danced in delight. Already she felt love fill up inside her along with arousal.
For five minutes David tickled her ears and neck. Then he moved to her arms from wrist to pit for a full ten minutes. Here David could tickle Eve non-stop without either growing tired.
From her pits David moved to her ribs and belly, working his way to her breasts. He tormented these without mercy. Eve’s laughter filled the air and shook the fruits above.
One fell and splattered all over Eve’s boobs. David spent a great deal of enjoyable time licking the chocolate off of her, tickling her hips, ribs, and underarms the entire time.
When Eve was thoroughly tickled on her upper body, David used another pair of feathers to tickle torture her thighs and labia. She was pleading with him for release. Yet he denied her an orgasm just yet.
Finally, David got to Eve’s feet. He tickled them with feathers, fingers, and tongue. He traced the lines of her soles. Ravished between her toes. When he licked the arch of her right foot she came, screaming out his name.
David untied her and retied her so she now stood with her legs parted. His large nose nudged aside the folds of her engorged labia. As he began to use his nose, then his lips and tongue to stimulate her clit, he reached up and tickled the underside of her breasts. Thinking how he would later pay homage to them.
Eve delighted in all of this. It was better then the dream tickling, for David was here. He was real. It was him in the flesh that brought her to one giggling, quivering orgasm after another.
It was David who was now tickling Eve’s breasts with fingers, lips, and tongue. Teasingly shoving his face between her massive tits and going “BLLLLLPPPPPP!” as he wiggled his head back and forth. His lips were real on her laughing mouth as he pushed himself inside her, fitting so perfectly with her. Him, orgasming with her. His seed spilling deep into her.
There, under the tree of chocolate fruits, they conceived the first of what would be many children in the Seelie world. Children who would grow and marry into the Seelie families, bringing back fertility.
The first child created in that moment of perfect love would be a girl. Her name would be - Lyntara.
~~ The End ~~
