Jaynin
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When I first wrote this, I felt incredibly clever by having chapter titles that were thematically similar but didn't just follow a 'part 1, part 2' pattern. Years later, I find that decision making it harder to piece together the correct order of the chapters.
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Syreth had returned just a few days after leaving the first time, though her arrival the second time around was markedly different from her first visit. Jaynin had found her in his common room, lips petulant, arms open like a girl begging for a kiss, which he'd obliged her with, and found himself suddenly entangled in the playful naga's tail and arms, giggling with surprise while she relayed her message. He was, she had told him, to immediately go to the nagas' underground city of Arshaza and have an audience with the Queen, which he was pointedly told might or might not be a few days before his appointment was received. Queen Lyriss was a busy woman, after all, but as a show of good faith, Syreth was to wait in his castle until he had returned. The whole business seemed overdramatic; Jaynin knew he wouldn't take the naga as a hostage or any such silly thing, and likely the worst that she would face was overzealous pursuit from the girls who had to be left at home.
Jaynin had set out at once for the nearby mountain range under which the nagas had built their city. More fond of damp, darker places than they were of the open sky and relatively dry air, the naga had spent the past few millenia making tunnels to the places they wished to go instead of having to travel overland to get there, and by this time the network was very extensive and covered incredible distances; good standing with the naga was never something to be frowned upon, as being allowed to use the tunnels to travel could not only save time spent going around overland obstacles, but also could be traveled when one wished to be discreet. Some races, of course, didn't care to go underground for long periods of time, but others saw the value in at least having the option open in case it should be needed. As such, Jaynin surmised, the court of the Naga Queen would probably indeed be a rather lively place. He had been given permission to travel the tunnels, one of which led to the catacombs beneath his castle, in order to more quickly arrive for his audience.
Upon reaching the entrance to the broad underground cavern where all the tunnels led to, the cave city of Arshaza, he was checked and passed through by a pair of huge grinning female naga, and stepped through the portal to behold an impressive sight. Carved out of the living stone itself, the city ran up against the walls and the floors of the back half of the cavern, with the front half being entirely given over to a vast underground spring which glowed with a surprisingly bright phosphorescent greenish-white light. It was bright enough to see decently, though still not so bright as the sun above, but Jaynin figured his eyes would adjust to the low light in time, staring out at the city from the high ledge which overlooked it. First, he'd have to cross the lake, in which numerous naga were swimming and relaxing, and then make his way to the massive palace on the far side of the cavern.
As he traveled, giving a wink and a nod but studiously avoiding being pulled into any mischief by the playful female naga that swam to either side of the stone bridge he crossed, Jaynin mulled the naga over in his head. By whatever trick of nature, the vast majority of naga born were sterile females, those that were unable to reproduce. Perhaps being freed of such responsibility made them bold, or maybe it was just that the females were assertive in everything they did, but female naga were notorious for their sexual appetites and attraction to humanoid males. They also tended to wear very little, although given the very warm, very humid atmosphere of the cave, Jaynin was already sweating, and he could see the merit in such dress... Male naga were born every one in one hundred births. All male naga, however, were capable of reproduction, and while they held a position of some esteem within naga society, they were not the outward face of power that outsiders saw. The rarest of all, however, were the fertile female naga, who had a distinctively different body structure, born only once in every five hundred births, and these were the breeders of the naga race, kept hidden from outsiders and allowing their sterile, aggressive sisters to be the ones holding the reins of power. Consequently, it was an interesting place to be male in, although not one for the faint of heart, as the naga were particularly relentless in their pursuit of fun. Jaynin managed to keep to himself, despite the urge to draw a pretty one aside and into a corner, and was helped in his endeavor to keep out of the way by a timely group of tall, dark-skinned male drow wearing little more than long silken loincloths.
Jaynin reached the palace, its wide entrance leading further into the cavern, flanked by rows of naga guards who patrolled the stone grounds just outside. Upon being recognized, one of the palace maids led him to the guest quarters, moving with surprising speed for a serpentine creature and forcing Jaynin to walk quite quickly to keep up, unable to spend much time admiring the ivory carvings and other bits of decoration that were placed in wall sconces and lining the halls. Naga did like their pretty things... "Here," she said, opening a wooden door set into the stone wall at one point when Jaynin had gotten entirely lost. He entered, and she followed him in. Clearly it was a room intended for a humanoid guest, as there was a bed in the corner, plus a dresser and a desk in case he needed to write. "This is your room," she said, gesturing to the area with a casual fling of her arm. "You may go about the palace and to the springs as you please. Suitable clothing for the... climate... has been provided for you." This last was said with an odd note in her voice that made Jaynin turn around and face the naga directly. Her lips were stretched in a grin, her hands fidgety, as if trying to keep herself from spoiling some surprise... following her gaze, he opened the dresser, and found in there neatly folded rows of loincloths, all made of sheer silken material, some little more than gauze to wrap around himself...
"You've got to be kidding me," he said, recoiling from the drawer, and yet he could already feel how his shirt was clinging to him with perspiration, and how it would be much more comfortable to dress sparingly... Giggling, the maid plucked one out of the drawer, a silvery-white cloth that wrapped around the waist, and started fumbling at the buttons on his shirt. "Hey, hey, I can dress myself, can't you... you know...?" He gestured to the hall, but the naga just grinned. She wasn't going anywhere... that much was clear. "All right, all right," he muttered, quickly removing his shirt, and then turning his back as he removed his pants, blushing as the naga giggled aloud at the sight of his rear end before he could fasten the loincloth onto himself and tug it around to cover as much as he could... the front and rear ends of it had long sashes that hung down between his legs, making it somewhat more bearable, but he still felt terribly underdressed. A naga fingertip tweaked his hip.
"Please explore at your leisure," she said with a soft laugh. "We'll send for you when the Queen is ready. In a few minutes, someone will be here to clean your room." With that, she bowed to him, and was gone. Jaynin had no illusions about the 'cleaning' staff, though; there wouldn't be just one but many, and if he stayed in here, he'd be trapped. They were trying to make sure he didn't stay holed up in his room, and their plan to flush him out was succeeding. With that, he knew there was only one place for him to go that he might get a little bit of relief; the court.
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The court was full of exotic creatures, and Jaynin was instantly pleased with his decision to come here. Queen Lyriss sat upon a large cushion at the end of the hall on a raised dais, talking quietly with a group of Elves, dressed just about as sparingly as he, although they had on sheer ankle-length skirts to go along with the skimpy wraps about their chest. Everyone was dressed about as sparely, he realized, wandering out amongst the various dignitaries and diplomats. There was a Demon, comfortable in the barely nothing that she wore even as her bust spilled out of it, a grinning, unclothed female form made entirely of a soft blue gel, a creature whose lower half was grown over with bark and roots while a slim, beautiful female form rose from the tangle, pale green hair drifting over her face as she laughed at a comment made by a tall, white-haired Drow. Exotic females everywhere; many nations sent females to negotiate with the naga.
As he stood, slightly apart from the milling, quietly talking crowd, a naga upon the dais at the far end rang a small bell, and everyone fell to silence. "Attention, please," she called softly. "In a moment there will be a pronouncement... in the meantime, your patience, please..." As everyone fell silent, another naga handed over a long sheet of parchment, that the naga began to read. Almost immediately Jaynin became bored; speeches were not his strong point, but he didn't want to offend the naga, so he fixed his eyes on some point of the wall beyond the speaker and let his mind wander.
It was almost immediately called back to the present by the sensation of a soft finger wandering on his hip, followed immediately by its partner on the other side, circling slowly over the sensitive skin. Jaynin tensed, sucking in his breath softly, and chanced a look down. Small, steel-gray hands with short little nails were teasing his hips; not naga, he guessed, but drow, standing right behind him... Right now, the fingers were engaged in just very gentle sweeps along his hips, just teasing him with an idea of what was to come, making him stew in the anticipation of what he knew had to come... Carefully, her fingers rose to his sides, sliding up until they reached the firmer ridges of his ribs, all while his smile grew wider and wider, until he was virtually quivering when the fingers rested, threateningly, on his ribs, all five fingernails gently pressing against the skin but not yet moving. Jaynin tensed, not daring to move even an inch, as if staying still and hoping not to startle a bee into stinging him...
A soft, almost girlish, but definitely wicked chuckle floated up from behind him, and the middle finger of each hand started tapping slowly, rhythmically, in sync with its twin, and with each tap Jaynin started and tensed, drawing a soft gasp in through his teeth, eyes darting left and right as if seeking an escape... A movement so sudden that he nearly lost control of himself and escaped it with only a quickly snorted laugh surprised him, a darting of those nimble fingers into the unbearably soft hollows of her underarms, wiggling for just a second before they returned to motionlessness on his ribs. The snorted laugh had been audible, if just barely, but it had caught the sharp hearing of an alluraune nearby, who had turned her head and taken in the scene, a smile forming on her face as she sidled in, ever so slowly, coming closer to him... Jaynin tried to quickly shake his head, pleading with her not to, but the mischief in the girl's eyes as a soft, leaf-skinned finger lifted towards his navel told him there would be no reprieve. That soft, slightly fuzzy finger touched upon the rim of his navel and started to slowly circle around it...
His body shook with the laughter he wouldn't let out. He feared making any noise at all now, lest it draw more interested parties... Slowly, he tried to ease his arms straight down, to protect his ribs and squeeze out the fingers that were making him so tense, at the same time trying not to explode into helpless laughter. Just moving even the slightest bit seemed to set him on edge; his skin prickled and tingled as if it were being tickled just from the teasing around his navel, which had him already quaking. But, as he had hardly dared to hope, his maneuver worked, forcing the drow's fingers away from his ribs and finally to withdraw altogether. He breathed a sigh of relief. Now his underarms and his ribs were protected... or so he thought. Denied her target, the drow instead embarked on a venture of such wickedness that its audacity nearly froze Jaynin in place; he could feel, slowly but surely, the loincloth about his waist loosening, the drow slowly picking out the part of it that was tied together, leaving him with no choice but to -
Just before he felt it would fall off, he had to grab for it, holding it to him with both hands. So much for his victory; it felt loose and limp around him, now, and he knew it'd fall if he let go of it. Satisfied with her reversal, the drow's fingers started stroking along his back and under his arms, the teasing effect of her short fingernails stroking alongside his spine making him arch further and further... which the plant girl then exploited by teasing her finger into his navel, deeply, causing a low, soft, but audible chuckle that thankfully caught the attention of no one else... Threading her arms in through the elbows, which were slightly bent when Jaynin had gone to catch his loincloth, the potent, devastating fingers of the drow tickled along the line of his pectoral muscles. Jaynin's eyes closed and he grinned wide, just barely holding back now... the soft, whispering scritch-scritch of her nails on his skin floated up into his ears, tickling them red, and the soft fingers of the alluraune shifted as well, one hand sliding into the gap between loincloth and thigh to gently roll and bounce his testicles across her teasing, stroking fingers. He nearly erupted into laughter right then and there, face starting to go red with the effort of holding back, his body betraying him, electrical tingles of ticklishness swirling about in his stomach and spiking along his limbs, trying to tease his fingers into relaxing and dropping the loincloth...
Ironically, it occurred to him, the fear wasn't so much that he'd drop his loincloth and commit some kind of faux pas... it was that he'd drop the loincloth and incite a feeding frenzy... His eyes searched the far wall for some kind of inspiration, something to latch on to in his quest to bolster his slowly slipping willpower... The feathery leaf-like fingers of the alluraune, plus the devious scritching of the mischievous drow, were combining to drive him mad, a whispering voice in his head asking if it would really be so bad to give in to the swelling laughter in his chest, wanting to burst forth and be heard... Wildly, his eyes swayed back and forth - and were suddenly pinned in place.
Queen Lyriss was watching him.
Her eyes were directly on him. And she was smiling. Jaynin fought the impulse to swallow and shift nervously. She knew. She had to know. The only question was... had she put these two up to it, or was she just enjoying a coincidence? For certain she was enjoying it... her tongue licked her lips, a private gesture communicated over the heads of those who were hypnotized by the boring drone of the herald, but not lost on its intended recipient... Short drow fingernails scratched away from his chest, following a lazy random pattern, and slowly eased one arm upwards, just enough for her other hand to get in and start teasing the sensitive skin. A soft exhalation that disguised a laugh burst from his lips. He was going to go mad at this rate... the stroking of the plant-girl's fingers on his sensitive genitalia, the teasing of his sensitive navel, the torment of his absolute weakest point... Sparks of ticklish feeling burst forth from his nerves like an out-of-control sparkler, showering his overloaded body with wave after wave of tactile torment, eliciting reactions everywhere... His skin flushed, cheeks red, eyes closed... his body tingled, the stimulation of his balls causing his length to twitch in response, the utter softness and sensuality of the ticklish feeling all over him driving him absolutely...
He blinked, the world seeming to come back to him in a rush. The tickling was gone. The dignitaries were streaming out the side doors, headed back to their quarters or to the springs. His tormentors were gone, leaving him holding a loose loincloth in an awkwardly stiff pose while the Queen had somehow appeared in front of him, grinning. He knew that she knew. She must know that he knew. And yet, the incubus realized instantly, they were both going to pretend that none of this was the case. "My apologies for the delay," she said, a toothy smile on her lips. "I would receive you right away, but... an Elven delegation arrived just before you to put the finishing details on a major treaty. I hope you'll enjoy our hospitality and festivity for a few days while the details are sorted out... the Elves distrust me, of course," she added with a wink of one red eye. "That tends to make the process take longer..."
"Of course," he said neutrally, trying to tighten his loincloth without being obvious about it. Lyriss, massive at eight feet in height and with an enormous bust to match, still wore little more than the simple strip of cloth around her breasts that the naga favored. The relaxed clothing suited the relaxed attitude of the naga people quite well, he thought irrelevantly. "I'd imagine they would avoid doing so at all had they not need for the tunnels from time to time."
Lyriss laughed. "As it always is... in any case, why don't you enjoy the springs? The journey must have been tough on you, and then the formality of court... Tonight, there will be a dinner for our guests, and I want you to come. It will be a splendid affair, so... I imagine I will definitely see you there tonight." There was, of course, simply no way to say no to that.
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Freshly washed, a new loincloth of green around his hips, and feeling much better than he had a few hours previously, Jaynin surveyed the large dining hall before him, seeing most of the same faces that he had seen in court that day. At the far end, in the middle, and at the near end of the hall, perpendicular to the entrance, were long tables of food, the variety and breadth of the dishes served catering to the widely varying tastes of the different races. Various serving girls from the palace circulated with wide trays, usually with wine or spirits for those who wished to partake, or some kind of tasty finger snack. Most of the various beings milled around, talking and laughing, relaxing after the stiff formality of the day, except for the Elves, who mostly seemed to be content to group in their corner, the four of their delegation wearing long crimson robes that covered far more than the naga attire that everyone else wore. They seemed to be suffering for it, sweating freely, but accepting that as the price for keeping their dignity.
He spotted the mischief-maker of the afternoon almost immediately. Jaynin wondered how he'd missed her before; most drow tended to be tall, strong, and aggressive, but she was almost childlike, her short stature and white hair worn in pigtails rather than loose down her back making her look quite out of place, until one saw her eyes, or heard her speak. The drow ambassador was no one's fool and one of the sharpest wits in the palace; more than a few of the visitors had fallen victim to her searching fingers, he'd heard, and he could see in her eyes the way she eagerly searched the room, a predator hunting for her prey, looking for an appealing expanse of unprotected flesh to work her craft on... His sides still tingled at the memory, even after he had spent a considerable amount of time in the springs trying to rub the feeling away, but it was like her essence had sunk itself into his skin.
Being so short, he realized, she could slip out of sight easily, which is what she did when he swept his gaze elsewhere. Vowing to keep an eye out this time, he waded into the fray and found himself engaged in conversation with a girl who had the curled horns of a ram and a pleasant smile with few enough designs of mischief, pleasingly enough, though his eyes kept sweeping the room for signs of the diminutive girl. "What's got you so uptight?" she finally asked, giving him a good-natured swat on the behind, making the incubus jump with surprise, causing her to burst into laughter.
"Oh, I'm trying to keep an eye out for that little drow ambassador," he admitted. "She got the jump on me earlier today and I don't trust her not to make a reappearance, but I lost sight of her."
"Dyellza is a tricky one to be sure," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "But you can relax. She went to get the entertainment for tonight."
"Entertainment?"
Before she could answer, he caught sight of her returning to the party through a side door, though it wasn't her appearance that had alerted him to her return, but rather the incredibly tall, extremely busty, barely dressed, and blindfolded drow she had with her. This must be the 'entertainment', he realized, noticing how there seemed to be some intricate system of restraints wrapped around her upper arms, which were crossed behind her head, forcing her to keep her arms up at all times, as well as making it hard for her to twist her upper body... Speaking to the nearest cluster of guests, Dyellza teased the drow's navel and she gave a gasp and a loud giggle, prodding her sides slightly and then giving her a slight shove into the guests with a nod and a grin. They caught on fairly quickly, and Jaynin found his attention drawn by the spectacle...
Rather than cluster around the poor girl and tickle her to death, it was a far more insidious game; without missing a beat in their conversation, the two alluraune who had been talking with a slime girl gently guided her between them, and then alternated tickling her sides with feather-light sweeps. She was decidedly poor at holding back; she burst into loud laughter at the first touch, and giggled helplessly as the two plant-girls made her swing back and forth, forward and back, trying to avoid the tickling, until she shrieked as they started brushing fingers along her breasts... Stumbling forward, she ran right into the slime girl, whose body cushioned her, but immediately started to tingle along the entire length of her body... the drow girl shrieked with laughter again, trying to back up, but her firm ass was instantly assaulted by the soft tickles of the two alluraune. Laughing, the slime girl slowly flowed around the drow, tickling her as she went, the gooey substance of her being tingling everywhere it touched, getting into every cranny and crevice, tickling her most sensitive areas...
She overbalanced trying to pull away and would have fallen were it not for the timely intercession of a jorogumo, a woman who stood upright but had eight fearsome spider's legs jutting from her back... the spider girl's webbing broke the poor drow girl's fall, but then hauled her up into a sitting position then hoisting her in midair, allowing a pair of goat-horned female demons to kneel in front of her and run their rough tongues against her soles... Howling with laughter, the 'entertainment' soon overrode any conversation that had been taking place, but by this point all but the Elves had been already watching her, laughing and commenting as the girl's soft soles were attacked by rough goat tongues... The jorogumo herself, not to be outdone, started teasing under the girl's raised arms, eliciting a cry begging for mercy and a long, loud wail of laughter, before finally she was set on her feet, dazed...
A lithe, silver-furred neko-jin stepped in front of her, teasing with slowly circling claws under her arms. Of course this prompted a surprised shriek, but the girl was learning that sudden movement would lead to falling, and she only danced on her toes, trying to wiggle away from the insistent neko's claws, bursting into a fresh wave of giggles as the tail snuck into the tiny excuse for a thong that the drow girl wore, wiggling it about and finally pulling it away from her body when she was done, hoisting it aloft like a trophy... A wail of dismay turned into yet another burst of giggling as a succubus stepped up, pressing into her front, whispering into the giggling girl's ear and tickling in a teasing, agonizingly slow circle around the girl's sensitive clit, most likely whispering promises of pleasure to make the girl blush before passing her on to the next in line...
On and on it went, the girl bounced from group to individual to pair, suffering ticklish torment all along the way, nails and claws teasing at her underarms or brushing along her sides; her top was lost at some point, and she bounded around fully naked... Dyellza had sidled up beside Jaynin, and was idly teasing his hip as they watched the poor girl run into a trio of fellow drow, who seemed to tickle her even more viciously than the other races did, tormenting her ribs and breasts until she screamed for mercy, then tickling her sensitive hips and waistline, giving her rear end a good tickling and a quick spank before passing her on to the next group, and the next... Feathers brushed her body, enjoying her breasts; nails and claws teased her underarms and ribs; soft delicate fingers probed her navel; tongues enjoyed her soles, her entire world a whirlwind of ticklish sensation until she finally fell to her knees, having come fully around the circuit of guests and back to Dyellza, who tilted the poor girl's chin up and whispered gently into her ear. The drow tried to shake her head, but Dyellza was not to be put off, and ordered the girl to stay kneeling, which she did.
All was silence, then, as they watched the lithe, tiny drow, an acknowledged master of her craft, begin to work for the final time on their hapless guest. Tiny fingers appeared, circling around from behind her, teasing the smooth hollows of the underarms and tracing the outermost edge of the sensitive pits whilst the girl trembled with soft laughter. But he could recognize that Dyellza's touch was soft; very soft, almost agonizingly soft, and he knew that she must be teasing the girl's overloaded nerves with the expectation of more torturous tickling that would never come. She'd keep her on the edge of that anticipation forever, her body quivering, almost begging for the assault that would turn her into a jelly-like mess of ticklish, giggling flesh, but it never came. Her laughter rose in pitch despite the fact that Dyellza did nothing but slowly circle her fingernails around the sensitive hollow; rose in volume in spite of Dyellza's soft, soothing voice in her ear, telling her to relax and that she'd done a good job. The little drow's whispers, which he could hear due to being so close, seemed to have a hypnotic quality of their own, the rich undertone of promises hinted at but never stated, an endless tease that would keep the nerves on edge for hours...
He was mesmerized by the girl. Her victim was laughing herself to tears from nothing more than a little teasing and gentle circling. Jaynin realized the girl's stamina must be incredible; she'd howled her lungs out and filled the hall with the ringing sound of laughter, but never laughed so hard she'd cried or been unable to stand up, even after all of the tickling the patrons had done. But it was because things were done so crudely, so roughly, in comparison to the artistic teasing of the short little fingernails that stimulated the mind as well as the body, for that always made for the most effective teasing. Jaynin knew that what she was doing now, he had done before, most recently on Syreth, and that the drow girl would most likely be insane with quivering desire and tingling madness assaulting her skin. Fully naked, put in a position embarrassing beyond belief, and yet the words and fingers of this tiny girl, circling in her ear and under her arm, had her screeching so hard her voice was giving out.
Still she did nothing but tease those wicked little nails around in a circle. The pace had never altered, the path never varied, the pressure never increased, and yet here she was acting as if she had a dozen tickle-starved naga submerging her beneath a storm of tickling fingers. He was leaning closer, daring to get a better look, and was the first to see Dyellza's hand slowly move away from the drow's body, the crowd's collective breath held in anticipation that she was going to deliver the killing blow, reaching away from the drow, towards Jaynin... "Ow!" The cry rang out from him as she plucked a single black feather, but no one seemed to care, as the feather found its way to the drow girl's ear.
"PLEASE NOT THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!" she screamed, exploding into helpless, chest-heaving laughter as the feather gently tickled all around the outside of her ear. The quaking and struggling of her victim never bothered her; Dyellza's hand moved, slow and steady, guiding the tickling quill into the inner part of the ear, gently dabbing before sliding it out and repeating the process on the other side... The drow's long ears were deathly sensitive, the feather teasing the tip making her burst into fresh cries of laughter every time, making her laugh so hard that Jaynin was sure she'd black out...
Abruptly, Dyellza rose, sidling over to Jaynin, and fluidly bowed to the crowd, who after a moment's stunned silence burst into thunderous applause as well as a few whistles and cheers. Beckoned by Dyellza's tugging hand, though not sure why, Jaynin awkwardly bowed as well, stiffening suddenly as that feather somehow slipped into his loincloth from her hand and remained there... The feather made it hard to focus. Everything about this place made it hard to focus, and he'd been off-balance from the time he'd gotten here. Somehow, as his head swam in the midst of thunderous applause, he knew that he'd have to find out how to get himself back together and retake the initiative.
Otherwise, his meeting with the Naga Queen would not go well.
Not at all well.
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Syreth had returned just a few days after leaving the first time, though her arrival the second time around was markedly different from her first visit. Jaynin had found her in his common room, lips petulant, arms open like a girl begging for a kiss, which he'd obliged her with, and found himself suddenly entangled in the playful naga's tail and arms, giggling with surprise while she relayed her message. He was, she had told him, to immediately go to the nagas' underground city of Arshaza and have an audience with the Queen, which he was pointedly told might or might not be a few days before his appointment was received. Queen Lyriss was a busy woman, after all, but as a show of good faith, Syreth was to wait in his castle until he had returned. The whole business seemed overdramatic; Jaynin knew he wouldn't take the naga as a hostage or any such silly thing, and likely the worst that she would face was overzealous pursuit from the girls who had to be left at home.
Jaynin had set out at once for the nearby mountain range under which the nagas had built their city. More fond of damp, darker places than they were of the open sky and relatively dry air, the naga had spent the past few millenia making tunnels to the places they wished to go instead of having to travel overland to get there, and by this time the network was very extensive and covered incredible distances; good standing with the naga was never something to be frowned upon, as being allowed to use the tunnels to travel could not only save time spent going around overland obstacles, but also could be traveled when one wished to be discreet. Some races, of course, didn't care to go underground for long periods of time, but others saw the value in at least having the option open in case it should be needed. As such, Jaynin surmised, the court of the Naga Queen would probably indeed be a rather lively place. He had been given permission to travel the tunnels, one of which led to the catacombs beneath his castle, in order to more quickly arrive for his audience.
Upon reaching the entrance to the broad underground cavern where all the tunnels led to, the cave city of Arshaza, he was checked and passed through by a pair of huge grinning female naga, and stepped through the portal to behold an impressive sight. Carved out of the living stone itself, the city ran up against the walls and the floors of the back half of the cavern, with the front half being entirely given over to a vast underground spring which glowed with a surprisingly bright phosphorescent greenish-white light. It was bright enough to see decently, though still not so bright as the sun above, but Jaynin figured his eyes would adjust to the low light in time, staring out at the city from the high ledge which overlooked it. First, he'd have to cross the lake, in which numerous naga were swimming and relaxing, and then make his way to the massive palace on the far side of the cavern.
As he traveled, giving a wink and a nod but studiously avoiding being pulled into any mischief by the playful female naga that swam to either side of the stone bridge he crossed, Jaynin mulled the naga over in his head. By whatever trick of nature, the vast majority of naga born were sterile females, those that were unable to reproduce. Perhaps being freed of such responsibility made them bold, or maybe it was just that the females were assertive in everything they did, but female naga were notorious for their sexual appetites and attraction to humanoid males. They also tended to wear very little, although given the very warm, very humid atmosphere of the cave, Jaynin was already sweating, and he could see the merit in such dress... Male naga were born every one in one hundred births. All male naga, however, were capable of reproduction, and while they held a position of some esteem within naga society, they were not the outward face of power that outsiders saw. The rarest of all, however, were the fertile female naga, who had a distinctively different body structure, born only once in every five hundred births, and these were the breeders of the naga race, kept hidden from outsiders and allowing their sterile, aggressive sisters to be the ones holding the reins of power. Consequently, it was an interesting place to be male in, although not one for the faint of heart, as the naga were particularly relentless in their pursuit of fun. Jaynin managed to keep to himself, despite the urge to draw a pretty one aside and into a corner, and was helped in his endeavor to keep out of the way by a timely group of tall, dark-skinned male drow wearing little more than long silken loincloths.
Jaynin reached the palace, its wide entrance leading further into the cavern, flanked by rows of naga guards who patrolled the stone grounds just outside. Upon being recognized, one of the palace maids led him to the guest quarters, moving with surprising speed for a serpentine creature and forcing Jaynin to walk quite quickly to keep up, unable to spend much time admiring the ivory carvings and other bits of decoration that were placed in wall sconces and lining the halls. Naga did like their pretty things... "Here," she said, opening a wooden door set into the stone wall at one point when Jaynin had gotten entirely lost. He entered, and she followed him in. Clearly it was a room intended for a humanoid guest, as there was a bed in the corner, plus a dresser and a desk in case he needed to write. "This is your room," she said, gesturing to the area with a casual fling of her arm. "You may go about the palace and to the springs as you please. Suitable clothing for the... climate... has been provided for you." This last was said with an odd note in her voice that made Jaynin turn around and face the naga directly. Her lips were stretched in a grin, her hands fidgety, as if trying to keep herself from spoiling some surprise... following her gaze, he opened the dresser, and found in there neatly folded rows of loincloths, all made of sheer silken material, some little more than gauze to wrap around himself...
"You've got to be kidding me," he said, recoiling from the drawer, and yet he could already feel how his shirt was clinging to him with perspiration, and how it would be much more comfortable to dress sparingly... Giggling, the maid plucked one out of the drawer, a silvery-white cloth that wrapped around the waist, and started fumbling at the buttons on his shirt. "Hey, hey, I can dress myself, can't you... you know...?" He gestured to the hall, but the naga just grinned. She wasn't going anywhere... that much was clear. "All right, all right," he muttered, quickly removing his shirt, and then turning his back as he removed his pants, blushing as the naga giggled aloud at the sight of his rear end before he could fasten the loincloth onto himself and tug it around to cover as much as he could... the front and rear ends of it had long sashes that hung down between his legs, making it somewhat more bearable, but he still felt terribly underdressed. A naga fingertip tweaked his hip.
"Please explore at your leisure," she said with a soft laugh. "We'll send for you when the Queen is ready. In a few minutes, someone will be here to clean your room." With that, she bowed to him, and was gone. Jaynin had no illusions about the 'cleaning' staff, though; there wouldn't be just one but many, and if he stayed in here, he'd be trapped. They were trying to make sure he didn't stay holed up in his room, and their plan to flush him out was succeeding. With that, he knew there was only one place for him to go that he might get a little bit of relief; the court.
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The court was full of exotic creatures, and Jaynin was instantly pleased with his decision to come here. Queen Lyriss sat upon a large cushion at the end of the hall on a raised dais, talking quietly with a group of Elves, dressed just about as sparingly as he, although they had on sheer ankle-length skirts to go along with the skimpy wraps about their chest. Everyone was dressed about as sparely, he realized, wandering out amongst the various dignitaries and diplomats. There was a Demon, comfortable in the barely nothing that she wore even as her bust spilled out of it, a grinning, unclothed female form made entirely of a soft blue gel, a creature whose lower half was grown over with bark and roots while a slim, beautiful female form rose from the tangle, pale green hair drifting over her face as she laughed at a comment made by a tall, white-haired Drow. Exotic females everywhere; many nations sent females to negotiate with the naga.
As he stood, slightly apart from the milling, quietly talking crowd, a naga upon the dais at the far end rang a small bell, and everyone fell to silence. "Attention, please," she called softly. "In a moment there will be a pronouncement... in the meantime, your patience, please..." As everyone fell silent, another naga handed over a long sheet of parchment, that the naga began to read. Almost immediately Jaynin became bored; speeches were not his strong point, but he didn't want to offend the naga, so he fixed his eyes on some point of the wall beyond the speaker and let his mind wander.
It was almost immediately called back to the present by the sensation of a soft finger wandering on his hip, followed immediately by its partner on the other side, circling slowly over the sensitive skin. Jaynin tensed, sucking in his breath softly, and chanced a look down. Small, steel-gray hands with short little nails were teasing his hips; not naga, he guessed, but drow, standing right behind him... Right now, the fingers were engaged in just very gentle sweeps along his hips, just teasing him with an idea of what was to come, making him stew in the anticipation of what he knew had to come... Carefully, her fingers rose to his sides, sliding up until they reached the firmer ridges of his ribs, all while his smile grew wider and wider, until he was virtually quivering when the fingers rested, threateningly, on his ribs, all five fingernails gently pressing against the skin but not yet moving. Jaynin tensed, not daring to move even an inch, as if staying still and hoping not to startle a bee into stinging him...
A soft, almost girlish, but definitely wicked chuckle floated up from behind him, and the middle finger of each hand started tapping slowly, rhythmically, in sync with its twin, and with each tap Jaynin started and tensed, drawing a soft gasp in through his teeth, eyes darting left and right as if seeking an escape... A movement so sudden that he nearly lost control of himself and escaped it with only a quickly snorted laugh surprised him, a darting of those nimble fingers into the unbearably soft hollows of her underarms, wiggling for just a second before they returned to motionlessness on his ribs. The snorted laugh had been audible, if just barely, but it had caught the sharp hearing of an alluraune nearby, who had turned her head and taken in the scene, a smile forming on her face as she sidled in, ever so slowly, coming closer to him... Jaynin tried to quickly shake his head, pleading with her not to, but the mischief in the girl's eyes as a soft, leaf-skinned finger lifted towards his navel told him there would be no reprieve. That soft, slightly fuzzy finger touched upon the rim of his navel and started to slowly circle around it...
His body shook with the laughter he wouldn't let out. He feared making any noise at all now, lest it draw more interested parties... Slowly, he tried to ease his arms straight down, to protect his ribs and squeeze out the fingers that were making him so tense, at the same time trying not to explode into helpless laughter. Just moving even the slightest bit seemed to set him on edge; his skin prickled and tingled as if it were being tickled just from the teasing around his navel, which had him already quaking. But, as he had hardly dared to hope, his maneuver worked, forcing the drow's fingers away from his ribs and finally to withdraw altogether. He breathed a sigh of relief. Now his underarms and his ribs were protected... or so he thought. Denied her target, the drow instead embarked on a venture of such wickedness that its audacity nearly froze Jaynin in place; he could feel, slowly but surely, the loincloth about his waist loosening, the drow slowly picking out the part of it that was tied together, leaving him with no choice but to -
Just before he felt it would fall off, he had to grab for it, holding it to him with both hands. So much for his victory; it felt loose and limp around him, now, and he knew it'd fall if he let go of it. Satisfied with her reversal, the drow's fingers started stroking along his back and under his arms, the teasing effect of her short fingernails stroking alongside his spine making him arch further and further... which the plant girl then exploited by teasing her finger into his navel, deeply, causing a low, soft, but audible chuckle that thankfully caught the attention of no one else... Threading her arms in through the elbows, which were slightly bent when Jaynin had gone to catch his loincloth, the potent, devastating fingers of the drow tickled along the line of his pectoral muscles. Jaynin's eyes closed and he grinned wide, just barely holding back now... the soft, whispering scritch-scritch of her nails on his skin floated up into his ears, tickling them red, and the soft fingers of the alluraune shifted as well, one hand sliding into the gap between loincloth and thigh to gently roll and bounce his testicles across her teasing, stroking fingers. He nearly erupted into laughter right then and there, face starting to go red with the effort of holding back, his body betraying him, electrical tingles of ticklishness swirling about in his stomach and spiking along his limbs, trying to tease his fingers into relaxing and dropping the loincloth...
Ironically, it occurred to him, the fear wasn't so much that he'd drop his loincloth and commit some kind of faux pas... it was that he'd drop the loincloth and incite a feeding frenzy... His eyes searched the far wall for some kind of inspiration, something to latch on to in his quest to bolster his slowly slipping willpower... The feathery leaf-like fingers of the alluraune, plus the devious scritching of the mischievous drow, were combining to drive him mad, a whispering voice in his head asking if it would really be so bad to give in to the swelling laughter in his chest, wanting to burst forth and be heard... Wildly, his eyes swayed back and forth - and were suddenly pinned in place.
Queen Lyriss was watching him.
Her eyes were directly on him. And she was smiling. Jaynin fought the impulse to swallow and shift nervously. She knew. She had to know. The only question was... had she put these two up to it, or was she just enjoying a coincidence? For certain she was enjoying it... her tongue licked her lips, a private gesture communicated over the heads of those who were hypnotized by the boring drone of the herald, but not lost on its intended recipient... Short drow fingernails scratched away from his chest, following a lazy random pattern, and slowly eased one arm upwards, just enough for her other hand to get in and start teasing the sensitive skin. A soft exhalation that disguised a laugh burst from his lips. He was going to go mad at this rate... the stroking of the plant-girl's fingers on his sensitive genitalia, the teasing of his sensitive navel, the torment of his absolute weakest point... Sparks of ticklish feeling burst forth from his nerves like an out-of-control sparkler, showering his overloaded body with wave after wave of tactile torment, eliciting reactions everywhere... His skin flushed, cheeks red, eyes closed... his body tingled, the stimulation of his balls causing his length to twitch in response, the utter softness and sensuality of the ticklish feeling all over him driving him absolutely...
He blinked, the world seeming to come back to him in a rush. The tickling was gone. The dignitaries were streaming out the side doors, headed back to their quarters or to the springs. His tormentors were gone, leaving him holding a loose loincloth in an awkwardly stiff pose while the Queen had somehow appeared in front of him, grinning. He knew that she knew. She must know that he knew. And yet, the incubus realized instantly, they were both going to pretend that none of this was the case. "My apologies for the delay," she said, a toothy smile on her lips. "I would receive you right away, but... an Elven delegation arrived just before you to put the finishing details on a major treaty. I hope you'll enjoy our hospitality and festivity for a few days while the details are sorted out... the Elves distrust me, of course," she added with a wink of one red eye. "That tends to make the process take longer..."
"Of course," he said neutrally, trying to tighten his loincloth without being obvious about it. Lyriss, massive at eight feet in height and with an enormous bust to match, still wore little more than the simple strip of cloth around her breasts that the naga favored. The relaxed clothing suited the relaxed attitude of the naga people quite well, he thought irrelevantly. "I'd imagine they would avoid doing so at all had they not need for the tunnels from time to time."
Lyriss laughed. "As it always is... in any case, why don't you enjoy the springs? The journey must have been tough on you, and then the formality of court... Tonight, there will be a dinner for our guests, and I want you to come. It will be a splendid affair, so... I imagine I will definitely see you there tonight." There was, of course, simply no way to say no to that.
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Freshly washed, a new loincloth of green around his hips, and feeling much better than he had a few hours previously, Jaynin surveyed the large dining hall before him, seeing most of the same faces that he had seen in court that day. At the far end, in the middle, and at the near end of the hall, perpendicular to the entrance, were long tables of food, the variety and breadth of the dishes served catering to the widely varying tastes of the different races. Various serving girls from the palace circulated with wide trays, usually with wine or spirits for those who wished to partake, or some kind of tasty finger snack. Most of the various beings milled around, talking and laughing, relaxing after the stiff formality of the day, except for the Elves, who mostly seemed to be content to group in their corner, the four of their delegation wearing long crimson robes that covered far more than the naga attire that everyone else wore. They seemed to be suffering for it, sweating freely, but accepting that as the price for keeping their dignity.
He spotted the mischief-maker of the afternoon almost immediately. Jaynin wondered how he'd missed her before; most drow tended to be tall, strong, and aggressive, but she was almost childlike, her short stature and white hair worn in pigtails rather than loose down her back making her look quite out of place, until one saw her eyes, or heard her speak. The drow ambassador was no one's fool and one of the sharpest wits in the palace; more than a few of the visitors had fallen victim to her searching fingers, he'd heard, and he could see in her eyes the way she eagerly searched the room, a predator hunting for her prey, looking for an appealing expanse of unprotected flesh to work her craft on... His sides still tingled at the memory, even after he had spent a considerable amount of time in the springs trying to rub the feeling away, but it was like her essence had sunk itself into his skin.
Being so short, he realized, she could slip out of sight easily, which is what she did when he swept his gaze elsewhere. Vowing to keep an eye out this time, he waded into the fray and found himself engaged in conversation with a girl who had the curled horns of a ram and a pleasant smile with few enough designs of mischief, pleasingly enough, though his eyes kept sweeping the room for signs of the diminutive girl. "What's got you so uptight?" she finally asked, giving him a good-natured swat on the behind, making the incubus jump with surprise, causing her to burst into laughter.
"Oh, I'm trying to keep an eye out for that little drow ambassador," he admitted. "She got the jump on me earlier today and I don't trust her not to make a reappearance, but I lost sight of her."
"Dyellza is a tricky one to be sure," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "But you can relax. She went to get the entertainment for tonight."
"Entertainment?"
Before she could answer, he caught sight of her returning to the party through a side door, though it wasn't her appearance that had alerted him to her return, but rather the incredibly tall, extremely busty, barely dressed, and blindfolded drow she had with her. This must be the 'entertainment', he realized, noticing how there seemed to be some intricate system of restraints wrapped around her upper arms, which were crossed behind her head, forcing her to keep her arms up at all times, as well as making it hard for her to twist her upper body... Speaking to the nearest cluster of guests, Dyellza teased the drow's navel and she gave a gasp and a loud giggle, prodding her sides slightly and then giving her a slight shove into the guests with a nod and a grin. They caught on fairly quickly, and Jaynin found his attention drawn by the spectacle...
Rather than cluster around the poor girl and tickle her to death, it was a far more insidious game; without missing a beat in their conversation, the two alluraune who had been talking with a slime girl gently guided her between them, and then alternated tickling her sides with feather-light sweeps. She was decidedly poor at holding back; she burst into loud laughter at the first touch, and giggled helplessly as the two plant-girls made her swing back and forth, forward and back, trying to avoid the tickling, until she shrieked as they started brushing fingers along her breasts... Stumbling forward, she ran right into the slime girl, whose body cushioned her, but immediately started to tingle along the entire length of her body... the drow girl shrieked with laughter again, trying to back up, but her firm ass was instantly assaulted by the soft tickles of the two alluraune. Laughing, the slime girl slowly flowed around the drow, tickling her as she went, the gooey substance of her being tingling everywhere it touched, getting into every cranny and crevice, tickling her most sensitive areas...
She overbalanced trying to pull away and would have fallen were it not for the timely intercession of a jorogumo, a woman who stood upright but had eight fearsome spider's legs jutting from her back... the spider girl's webbing broke the poor drow girl's fall, but then hauled her up into a sitting position then hoisting her in midair, allowing a pair of goat-horned female demons to kneel in front of her and run their rough tongues against her soles... Howling with laughter, the 'entertainment' soon overrode any conversation that had been taking place, but by this point all but the Elves had been already watching her, laughing and commenting as the girl's soft soles were attacked by rough goat tongues... The jorogumo herself, not to be outdone, started teasing under the girl's raised arms, eliciting a cry begging for mercy and a long, loud wail of laughter, before finally she was set on her feet, dazed...
A lithe, silver-furred neko-jin stepped in front of her, teasing with slowly circling claws under her arms. Of course this prompted a surprised shriek, but the girl was learning that sudden movement would lead to falling, and she only danced on her toes, trying to wiggle away from the insistent neko's claws, bursting into a fresh wave of giggles as the tail snuck into the tiny excuse for a thong that the drow girl wore, wiggling it about and finally pulling it away from her body when she was done, hoisting it aloft like a trophy... A wail of dismay turned into yet another burst of giggling as a succubus stepped up, pressing into her front, whispering into the giggling girl's ear and tickling in a teasing, agonizingly slow circle around the girl's sensitive clit, most likely whispering promises of pleasure to make the girl blush before passing her on to the next in line...
On and on it went, the girl bounced from group to individual to pair, suffering ticklish torment all along the way, nails and claws teasing at her underarms or brushing along her sides; her top was lost at some point, and she bounded around fully naked... Dyellza had sidled up beside Jaynin, and was idly teasing his hip as they watched the poor girl run into a trio of fellow drow, who seemed to tickle her even more viciously than the other races did, tormenting her ribs and breasts until she screamed for mercy, then tickling her sensitive hips and waistline, giving her rear end a good tickling and a quick spank before passing her on to the next group, and the next... Feathers brushed her body, enjoying her breasts; nails and claws teased her underarms and ribs; soft delicate fingers probed her navel; tongues enjoyed her soles, her entire world a whirlwind of ticklish sensation until she finally fell to her knees, having come fully around the circuit of guests and back to Dyellza, who tilted the poor girl's chin up and whispered gently into her ear. The drow tried to shake her head, but Dyellza was not to be put off, and ordered the girl to stay kneeling, which she did.
All was silence, then, as they watched the lithe, tiny drow, an acknowledged master of her craft, begin to work for the final time on their hapless guest. Tiny fingers appeared, circling around from behind her, teasing the smooth hollows of the underarms and tracing the outermost edge of the sensitive pits whilst the girl trembled with soft laughter. But he could recognize that Dyellza's touch was soft; very soft, almost agonizingly soft, and he knew that she must be teasing the girl's overloaded nerves with the expectation of more torturous tickling that would never come. She'd keep her on the edge of that anticipation forever, her body quivering, almost begging for the assault that would turn her into a jelly-like mess of ticklish, giggling flesh, but it never came. Her laughter rose in pitch despite the fact that Dyellza did nothing but slowly circle her fingernails around the sensitive hollow; rose in volume in spite of Dyellza's soft, soothing voice in her ear, telling her to relax and that she'd done a good job. The little drow's whispers, which he could hear due to being so close, seemed to have a hypnotic quality of their own, the rich undertone of promises hinted at but never stated, an endless tease that would keep the nerves on edge for hours...
He was mesmerized by the girl. Her victim was laughing herself to tears from nothing more than a little teasing and gentle circling. Jaynin realized the girl's stamina must be incredible; she'd howled her lungs out and filled the hall with the ringing sound of laughter, but never laughed so hard she'd cried or been unable to stand up, even after all of the tickling the patrons had done. But it was because things were done so crudely, so roughly, in comparison to the artistic teasing of the short little fingernails that stimulated the mind as well as the body, for that always made for the most effective teasing. Jaynin knew that what she was doing now, he had done before, most recently on Syreth, and that the drow girl would most likely be insane with quivering desire and tingling madness assaulting her skin. Fully naked, put in a position embarrassing beyond belief, and yet the words and fingers of this tiny girl, circling in her ear and under her arm, had her screeching so hard her voice was giving out.
Still she did nothing but tease those wicked little nails around in a circle. The pace had never altered, the path never varied, the pressure never increased, and yet here she was acting as if she had a dozen tickle-starved naga submerging her beneath a storm of tickling fingers. He was leaning closer, daring to get a better look, and was the first to see Dyellza's hand slowly move away from the drow's body, the crowd's collective breath held in anticipation that she was going to deliver the killing blow, reaching away from the drow, towards Jaynin... "Ow!" The cry rang out from him as she plucked a single black feather, but no one seemed to care, as the feather found its way to the drow girl's ear.
"PLEASE NOT THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!" she screamed, exploding into helpless, chest-heaving laughter as the feather gently tickled all around the outside of her ear. The quaking and struggling of her victim never bothered her; Dyellza's hand moved, slow and steady, guiding the tickling quill into the inner part of the ear, gently dabbing before sliding it out and repeating the process on the other side... The drow's long ears were deathly sensitive, the feather teasing the tip making her burst into fresh cries of laughter every time, making her laugh so hard that Jaynin was sure she'd black out...
Abruptly, Dyellza rose, sidling over to Jaynin, and fluidly bowed to the crowd, who after a moment's stunned silence burst into thunderous applause as well as a few whistles and cheers. Beckoned by Dyellza's tugging hand, though not sure why, Jaynin awkwardly bowed as well, stiffening suddenly as that feather somehow slipped into his loincloth from her hand and remained there... The feather made it hard to focus. Everything about this place made it hard to focus, and he'd been off-balance from the time he'd gotten here. Somehow, as his head swam in the midst of thunderous applause, he knew that he'd have to find out how to get himself back together and retake the initiative.
Otherwise, his meeting with the Naga Queen would not go well.
Not at all well.
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