Lake Superior
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Dozens of soldiers crashed against each other in waves all across the battlefield. All those bearing the uniforms of Askr and Muspel had been buried long ago and had now since been replaced by relentless armies of the dead did battle, never tiring.
Uncharacteristically, the one leading the side of white today was in fact the Young Emperor: Julius. It was only due to his abilities to raise the departed that this fight still continued. Most of the soldiers that had survived the initial skirmish had been carried off by various kinds of monsters, but those who had fallen rose again thanks to the possessed young man's necromantic talents. His hands glowed with the energy granted to him by the fell dragon to command his legion of ghouls. Had Hel taken the field this day he would have already been defeated, but today he was able to shine.
The red-headed teen was flanked by the imposing forms of his elite bodyguards: the 12 Deadlords. Each of them mercilessly cut down any creature or soldier that slipped through the melee to approach their lord. These revenants of different skills acted without comment or instruction and had guarded him since his childhood when his power had first led him to raise them. Now he debated sending them ahead to bring him the head of the blonde leading this enemy force and bring an end to this farce. He stepped forwards to lead them personally but saw that they weren't following him. He stepped back to see that the whole dozen of his guard was struggling against some kind of smoke that had wrapped around each of them.
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A low growl built in Julius' throat at this trick when he heard a variety of roars from the battlefield. He turned to see soldiers being knocked aside as a great red spider surged towards him. The mage scoffed and readied his tome of Loptous, summoning forth the shadowy form of his patron. The arachnid froze in fear making it easy prey for the great dragon to boil away in dark flame.
Julius laughed sadistically at the creature's slow death, not hearing the heavy, iron footsteps of Deadlord Mus the General stomping up behind him. Unbeknownst to him, the black smoke had slipped into the revenant's armor and altered it drastically. The undead soul that had worn the armor was completely gone, its insides completely hollow which it revealed as the chest plate fell open like a garbage chute. Julius barely had time to react as he was grabbed by his shoulders and rudely stuffed into the opening.
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He kicked his legs as a pair of stocks formed in the chest of Mus that readily accepted his ankles. He hissed and summoned forth the powers of Loptyr inside this makeshift coffin but instantly regretted it. The fell dragon had nowhere to go and slithered around inside the confined space with him. Its now tangible form wound itself around him, and as the fiend’s rough scales destroyed his robes its thin mustache slithered into the openings that had been torn through his clothes before dragging along his chest. Julius howled with manic laughter as his slight body was tickled by his own dark lord for his impulsiveness.
Outside this armored sarcophagus, the black mist roiled and took shape. A violet-haired mage strode forward and stroked his knuckle down the clothen shoed foot poking out from the armor. He pinched it at the toe and slowly dragged it off the cute little size 10. The small toes curled at the cold air so Lyon blew some hot air on the pink piggies to warm them up.
"Now isn't this a fine catch. I must say the new powers granted to me in this world are quite interesting, and I can see why Hel was always so intent on gaining more. I'll have to ask her about it when I return. Julius, you are someone I share more than a few parallels with and cannot wait to see you break. You'll serve me well."
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Lyon's speech was wasted on the young emperor as he could hear nothing in his armored prison. Even if he could, he was far more concerned with how Loptous was taking its frustration out on him by lapping its huge, rough tongue along his stomach and sniffling its wet nose into his defenseless pits. Julius was twisting and snarling at the indignity of him,the chosen son of darkness, being TICKLED but quickly snapped straight when he felt his toes being pinched.
Lyon admired the little digits and chuckled at how the dramatic little villain painted his toenails a crimson red. A single finger stroking down his narrow sole had Julius pounding his fists on the armor from the inside as he tried to pull his feet free. Lyon liked the way the toes tried to curl and protect themselves as the rest of the foot came under pokes and prods from all angles. They were just as self-serving as their master he supposed.
Little did Lyon know that deep inside the puppet of Loptous the actual Julius was wailing in ticklish agony, and that weakness was the reason the dragon he'd summoned was punishing him. Lyon leaned close and gave a rough nibble to the big toe of the right foot, then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger to keep it separated as he scratched at its stem. Eventually Lyon grew bored and snapped his fingers for the Deadlord to release him. Mus shuddered at the command and eventually Julius tumbled out of the great armored husk’s back. The revenant immediately crumbled to dust upon doing so and Lyon smiled at the sight before him.
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Julius wheezed and panted in the mud as Lyon stood over him smirking. The Demon-King laughed at the formerly intimidating mage now giggling in the dirt. Lyon stayed laughing however as Julius quickly summoned his own patron Loptous, the serpentine dragon wrapping itself around the prince's body and flicking its forked tongue into his ear. The demon king escaped it though as his spectral form seized Julius' wrists and hiked them above his head before digging clawed fingers into his navel. The two dark gods ravaged each others avatars for a solid ten minutes before Lyon managed to get to his tome on his hip. Loptyr was chased away by dark fire and retreated back into the sagging Julius.
He hadn't noticed another of the Deadlords sneaking up behind him until Anguila struck. The dark knight swept up into her own cloak to form a cloud of black mist. Before he could resist she'd already transformed around him. He was taken into the air as she kept him pinned to her side. A singular great wing sprouted from her shoulder as a cuff snapped around Julius' wrist that led to it. Quickly the arm closest to her was suspended up above him. Julius's hairless pit was helpless as the dark knight stuck her face into it and began nibbling the ticklish meat before her. Poking out of the bottom of her cloak was Julius' size 10s whose soft soles Lyon was all too happy to tend to.
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"AHAHAHABAHASTARD!"
"Oh, somebody's feisty. You should feel honored, I knew you wouldn't just surrender so I'm taking the time to personally break you of your wildness. I am a King now so you should appreciate this. I've got any number of pets I could sent to do this for me and Surtr has been itching to get his hands on a tickle-pet to break in, but I extended you the courtesy of a personal touch."
He pinched back Julius' big toes and dug into the stems of both while his Deadlord kept its face buried in his pit. Trails of drool leaked out down his chest as ghostly hands began tracing shapes into Julius' palm by phasing through his clenched fingers. The devilish young man threw his head back in laughter only to find that this exposed his neck now to more raspberries from the creature that had once been his minion. Lyon smiled, and with a wave of his hand the creature vanished into black smoke dropping Julius right into his arms.
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"Mmmm so are you seeing things a bit more my way now, pet?" He asked of the panting heir to House Velthommer. "Maybe your ready to surre-NDEHE AHAHA!!"
Julius had struck like a viper. Burying his face in Lyon's neck and blasting a hot raspberry to end that stupid speech. Lyon collapsed back as once again Fomortiis, not deigning to be tickled, gave him back control of his body just for this. The now-confused Lyon could do nothing but fall back with Julius atop him, still sucking and blowing his neck. The hapless Lyon that Fomortiis called home kicked and giggled and finally managed to pry the little sorcerer off of him for a second.
That was all it took for Fomortiis to take control again and lift Julius off him. Another one of the Deadlords was on him in moments and as the smoke poured forth from Canis the Valkyrie, Julius was pulled into it and rearranged to fit. Only after the mist cleared was he able to take stock of his situation.
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This time he had been sat atop a pedestal that floated above the ground. His legs had been twisted to sit him Indian-style, but with his blushing soles pointed skyward. Not being the athletic type, the dark scion would need his hands to pull himself from a situation such as this. However this was impossible as his both hands had been cuffed and his arms pulled taut from his body in both directions, leaving him in the shape of a "T" but sitting. A pair of metal poles sporting rough, bristly brushes all around them floated close enough to submerge the tips of Julius' fingers and toes into them before whirring to life. The tough brushes now rotated all around the poles to scrub and buff Julius' digits.
"Snnnrkk bahahahstard! I will gehehet you for thihihis indignity!"
"Oh? Will you? Well then, I suppose I'd better make this count."
With but a flick of Lyon's wrist, Julius' remaining clothes evaporated off of him like air. He pulled at his bonds to try and protest his nakedness, but soon the feeling of Lyon's fingers skittering all along his sides had full belly laughs coming out of the redhead nice and proper. Lyon counted the ribs on his display piece right into his helpless ear and gave his navel a good fingering as well, all while Julius had no choice but to take it. Finally Lyon recoiled as his robes were soiled by the arcing jet of white that sprayed all over him. Julius sagged in his bonds as the brushes stopped and Lyon clicked his tongue.
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Lyon cleared his throat and this contraption also faded away, dropping the naked and sticky Julius back to the ground. On the way down however he seized one of Julius' ankles and absentmindedly traced a finger along the sole as he thought of the next deadlord to weaponize. Julius wriggled and moaned as Loptous burned within him at the indignity visited upon it. Julius' body was urged to rise and strike but it just had no energy left, filling the dark god inside with rage. The real Julius trapped in his subconscious howled at the feeling of the finger making shapes in his soft sole, and neither of them saw the Deadlord approaching from behind.
Tigris the Warrior picked Julius up from under his arms as the mist began swirling about again. Julius could feel his ankles being tightly strapped to whatever his former subordinate was becoming. The mist rose above his head and less than minute later it was done. Now what appeared to be a centaur of metal stood before Lyon with Julius strapped to its front. The creature's arms ended in massive metal cuffs that engulfed the mage's wrists and kept them bent back so that in always it seemed as if Julius was presenting the one part of his body that was jutting forwards.
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Lyon sank to his knee's and made a show of dancing his fingers along it as if it was a flute of wood rather than skin, enjoying the melodic tune of Julius' laughter. He brushed his teeth against it and nibbled his way from the tip down towards those adorably fuzzy red balls that swang in the wind as Julius pulled at his bonds. Lyon noticed how the squeals peaked in pitch when he got to them and decided to target them.
The demon slipped his size 13 feet out of their shoes and laid on his back beneath Julius. While his fingers traced shapes along the gasping man's balls, he placed his legs up into the air on either side of Julius' restrained form. His long toes dragged up and down Julius' sides as the redhead's eyes teared up in laughter and his cock sprayed the top of Lyon's head with another jet of semen at the torture.
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Little did Lyon know that Julius' own patron had been waiting. While Fomortiis was so focused on the pleasurable sensations of Julius' twitching skin beneath his fingers, Loptous had been waiting for its chance. In a roar of anger the darkness poured out of Julius and the former Deadlord binding him dissolved into the same smoke that had formed it. Julius fell atop Lyon before the taller of the two had even a moment to react. The devious redhead quickly had his arm around Lyon's ankle as he squatted there atop the Demon King's face. Fomortiis bristled with rage but was forced to the back seat as Julius took a long hard lap of his tongue up the tasty thirteen sole the Demon King had given himself.
Lyon thrashed under the ticklish assault as Fomortiis tried to regain control and punish this red-headed pest that Loptyr had brought before him. Both dark gods existed here through their respective avatars, but due to the strange power tickling had in this dimension the two were always forced into the back of their hosts’ minds when they experienced this torment. Fomortiis enjoyed the irony that he was in complete control save for those instances as it allowed for him to wield the pathetic Lyon as a shield. The reason he'd stepped out here personally was because he believed this Loptous to be kindred spirits in a sense. There was another of Hel's pets that was in a similar situation and "Lyon" favored him because of it. However now the real Lyon was laughing like a child as his toes were sucked and bitten by Julius who Loptyr had unleashed in desperation.
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Julius was let off the leash of his demonic patron even less than Lyon, so he was relishing in tickling this man and reducing him to a puddle of giggles. He slipped his tongue around the baby toe and nibbled it like a piece of fruit while in the hopes that this would allow him a bit of favor from Loptyr in the future, at least at first he had. Now he was genuinely enraptured with the sound of the laughter of the man beneath him. This “Lyon” had a beautiful laugh that he just never wanted to stop hearing.
Once again though Julius' attempt at a comeback was undone by one of his own Deadlords. This time Draco the Sniper had been consumed by the mist. What had emerged from the smoke was the head and torso of a man jutting from a rock which hovered above the ground. Gone were his hands, replaced with one giant, crab-like claw and a whip that tapered off into a fuzzy point. The latter of these snaked behind Julius and teased his peachy buttcheeks until they were tomato-red, forcing the mirthful mage to release his hold on Lyon.
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He tried to scramble away but the great claw clamped around his wrists and hoisted him up in the air. Julius squirmed in defiance but soon the feathery whip twisting around his waist to slide up and down between his buttocks had him gasping. Occasionally it would dip to tickle right below his cheeks and make him kick his feet back and forth in impotent thrashing. Fomortiis calmly regained control, stood up and began tending to Julius' nipples to make sure the mage was completly sure who was in charge. He locked his legs together before his shorter victim and trapped that abused cock between his slick thighs.
At some point, when Lyon had been disappointing the demon, the pathetic little squib had came just from having his feet licked. That level of weakness was something he enjoyed as it allowed him to clench Julius' cock tight between the tight pillows and slide it between them more comfortably. He placed just enough pressure to seal the organ from ejaculating its hot load, but not enough to have the little pest groaning from pain rather than pleasure. Fomortiis had been slow to truly grasp the domination-with-pleasure method that had seized this realm.
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Once he had perfected it with some practice on his five Ephraims and the two other Lyons, he had learned how to target hypersensitive spots with demonic precision.
He slowly slid his fingers in concentric circles all around the messy redhead's nipples to keep him stimulated with light tickles. He thrust his hips back forward to pump his prey's cock while denying him the quick cum he so badly wanted. All of this was done in contrasting rhythm with the feathery tail sliding up and down between Julius' asscheeks at breakneck speed. In response to that Julius had no choice but to rest his head into the crook of his opponent's shoulder and alternate between breathy moans and hoarse laughs right into the demon's ear.
Lyon slowly released the pressure on the redhead's cock, allowing him to milk the white from Julius' cock like he was squeezing out the last drops of a tube of toothpaste. Every dribble gave him a symphony of different noises from his victim so that when he finished Julius was practically limp. He ran a hand through the mop of sweaty red hair and tickled down the back of the man's neck gently as his Deadlord dissolved and once again deposited the mage into his arms.
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The quivering man in front of him was obviously the human Julius, which annoyed Fomortiis as it was Loptous he wished to speak with. He busied him with tickling along the spent man's chest while trying to draw the dragon out of him.
"Oh do come out. The two of us would make for wonderful allies and I can already see you've enjoyed titillating this body as much as I've enjoyed the one you’re using. Let us be allies and show these mortals true darkness; nothing but blackness and screams of hilarity to assault their eyes and ears for all eternity. Oh, don't be that way! No? Very well then, wait in there."
Lyon raised his hands and clapped, summoning another Deadlord to come loping over. This time Simia the Swordmaster answered the call. She reached down and took the barely-resisting Julius' hands in her own before opening her helmet to release black mist. It roiled around her and her former master, Julius rising into the air while grasping her hands. He watched as the armored gauntlets flattened out and became wooden planks. A pair of thick green arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close to someting radiating wet warmth.
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The smoke cleared and the quivering vessel saw the shape of his next tormentor. This time it was a great, obese, and green humanoid head that seemed to have been penetrated with a wooden cross. From either side of that object were Julius' fastened hands, which combined with the arms wrapping around him had the creature’s face buried in his stomach. He looked down at it and saw the grotesque creature's massive mouth twist into a smile. Slowly a massive and thick tongue lolled out of its mouth and started stretching down towards the ground. The meek Princeling gulped at the sight of the horrible appendage that was almost as thick as his leg and longer than he was tall.
The great lump of green jiggled with effort as the tongue twitched and slowly began to shake itself awake. To Julius' horror it began to slither its way up the creature towards him. Its thick pink tip sampled the bottom of his foot before curling around his ankle and beginning to scale him. It wrapped around his knees and began stroking up and down the backs as the creature chortled nightmarishly.
"BAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOO! PLEEAHSE! LOHOHPTOUS SAHAHAVE ME! PLEEEHEEASE! GUAHAHHA IT TIHIHICKLES!"
Lyon pinched the toes of Julius' foot and twiddled them back and forth, making him laugh even harder as the monster jiggled him about.
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"Yes please Loptous, do come out. Unless you enjoy being inside such a humiliating vessel as this? I was looking for an ally, but if all I've found was another pet wouldn't that be a shame?"
Julius was laughing so hard that if Loptyr had said anything it wouldn't have been understood, but in seconds the great, green Deadlord holding him was blasted away into mist by fire that erupted from him. Lyon was knocked flat as well and blinded by smoke, while the red-faced redhead slowly floated down onto his sensitive feet while waving over one of the Deadlords. Now back under his control, it was Porcus the Thief who answered his call this time. He bent down under the command of his original master and hauled the stunned Fomortiis to his feet. Loptous could pinpoint the very second when the Demon threw Lyon back into the driver’s seat by when the taller man’s fervent resistance turned to weak trembling.
The Dark Dragon watched as Porcus spewed black mist and transformed. This may have been Fomortiis' trick but Loptous was all too happy to risk it. He elected for a more simple transformation than the grandiose ones the Demon King had wasted his time on.
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A great figure in black armor took shape before him. It appeared simply a great knight that his Deadlord had become at first glance. Jutting from the neck of the armored figure however was the head of a jaguar, and it shared that position with two big floppy feet that wiggled helplessly before it. Indeed, all down the chestplate of this dark knight were dotted various parts of a terrifed Lyon as they protruded through the armor. A pair of knee's at chest height for the monster, above that a trembling pale belly that stuck out at the appropriate place, and down at the beast’s hips were a pair of helpless hands on which each individual finger had been tied back to expose the pink palms. Between the beast’s legs was the upside-down head of a helpless, violet-headed prince hanging there.
For all intents it looked as if this knight Julius had summoned was wearing Lyon as upside-down human shield beneath its armor. The dark and flushed emperor summoned forward a throne while his monster’s feline head sniffed at the pair of floppy feet under its snout. Loptous got comfortable upon his seat of bones while the big cat stuck out its tongue and sampled the new tasty treat. Lyon yipped at the feeling of the sandpapery tongue sliding up his sole but was soon silenced as Julius' smothered his face with those size 8 feet he'd just been having such a good time with.
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With Loptous in the pilot's seat, Julius was soon rubbing his soft feet all over Lyon's face. Lyon had tears in the corners of his eyes from the rough tonguing his soles were receiving courtesy of the jaguar head, and all the while Julius massaged his little toes into his cheeks with a flourish as the dragon taunted the demon.
"A king of insects is still an insect, demon; and that is what all creatures are to the Divine Dragons. The idea that I would be subservient to you is laughable, though your vessel is quite the fun tease. Perhaps after Julius here has burned away the last vestiges of you, I'll assume your seat as his master. There's already a young warrior in this world that I'm eager to break, but I'm sure that Seliph would love company on my wall."
The necromancer's fingers danced above his head along Lyon's exposed stomach, paying close attention to the prominent ribs of the scrawny mage. Loptous had always kept his vessel's nails sharp purely for intimidation, but now he saw the advantage this gave and was glad to have thought of it. He snapped his fingers and metallic fingers emerged from the armor to tease Lyon's hands and knees with rough kneading and hard pokes as Fomortiis steamed inside Lyon's head. The Demon King was growing furious and the reverberating laughter of his pathetic vessel did nothing to improve his mood. He watched from his stone throne as the body twinged and released a stream of semen, Lyon's pathetic constitution clearly being no match for the waves of forced pleasure.
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Julius laughed as he beckoned forward another of his Deadlords to transform and assist him. Bovis answered the call and the Bow Knight spewed mist as he began to change. Lyon could do nothing as the darkness over took him while Loptous continued s******ing with spite. The other tickle beast faded away and as the smoke cleared a new one took form. This time Lyon had been forced onto his knees with his hands trapped in what looked to be a beast-of-burden's plow-pull. It kept him trapped around his neck and wrists, unable to pull away as Julius kneeled before him running a nail all along his nose and skittered his nails down his neck as if he was playing with a cat.
The violette could do nothing as he kneeled there naked in the dirt before the man he had come here to tame himself. The part that angered his inner demon the most was that his pathetic vessel was smiling the whole time due to the sensitivity of his neck. Julius traced shapes and cooed at the reactions he could coax out of his victim by simply giving his collarbone a little tiggle. So enthralled with the whole affair was he that he didn't hear the footfalls behind him whatsoever. It wasn't until the chain wrapped around his wrist and he was pulled off of Lyon that Julius had any awareness of his own foolishness.
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In seconds a thick rope bound his hands together as Lyon's personal guardsman - a particular “ashen demon” - dealt with him. Fomortiis resumed control of his form and dispelled the structure around him, thinking to himself of the best way to reward Byleth later. The former professor was silent as the petulant redhead bucked beneath him, but he soon calmed his captive down with a series of raspberries all along the necromancer's naked belly.
Lyon was slow to get to his feet which still tingled with phantom sensations of that feline tongue ravishing them. Once he did though he was glad to see that Byleth had easily wrestled down the heir of Velthommer before him. He knelt down and took Julius' foot into his lap with a new plan. His vessel's weakness had made this whole affair an ordeal so he would use it here. Julius shrieked at the feeling of Lyon's penis head sliding up his sole and wriggled beneath Byleth as the teacher gave him a class on anatomy by slowly counting each of the evil emperor's ribs.
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The feeling of Lyon's cock leaving a trail was unforgettable but Byleth's counting was driving him insane.
"...three.."
"So Loptous, I’ll admit that was an impressive rally but are we perhaps ready to cease with these games? We may have had a bit more competition one-on-one but now it is over."
"...four.."
The demon king's prattle went in one ear and out the other as Julius' head was filled only the feeling of that drooling serpent sliding all along his sole and this evil man's monotonous counting.
"...five.."
"This one may not have been my capture but I'll praise Hel for picking him. He is quite the efficient educator...and if you want, Loptous, he's also eager to learn."
"...six.."
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Lyon's cock was between Julius' two middle toes when it spewed hot and sticky all down the top of the evil sorceror's foot. Despite himself he moaned in absolute bliss as the hot liquid felt wonderful on his foot which had felt so cold out here on this field after being naked for so long. It was a small detail but one that was still noticed by Byleth who sprung into action. The greenette turned about and took Julius by the ankle to position that foot in his lap. Then strong fingers began massaging hot gel into that cold foot while the redhead gasped and shrieked at the sensations.
Lyon laughed at the others discomfort before Byleth seized him by his cock. He moaned right along with Julius as the monotone teacher kept right on using his spent cock as a tickle tool all along Julius's poor foot. Both of them were now trying to pull away but Byleth kept them both locked in his grip as he knew that the redhead was approaching his breaking point.
"I SURREHEHEENDER! YOU WIHIHIN! LOPTHOHUS AGREE'S! JUHUHUST STAHAHAP!!"
Byleth feigned not hearing the concession as his liege had just released another load that was begging to be kneaded into Julius' pink foot, but Lyon was shrieking for mercy himself. Byleth released the mages and stayed silent as they curled into balls, their wraithlike masters both regaining control of them.
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Julius was quick to reaffirm his submission due to a stern look from Byleth, but Lyon stayed quiet as the final one of his Deadlords slipped up behind the pair. He snapped his fingers and Lepus the Cleric spewed his mist. Byleth and Julius were caught suprised as it enveloped them. When it cleared away another great armored knight had taken shape just as with Porcus, but this one had cargo. The massive figure carried a great urn upon its shoulder, from the top of which protruded two pairs of feet: a pair of rosy and cum-coated size 8s, and a strong and broad set of 12s that the smaller feet rested atop of like a meal on a dish.
The great armored figure reached down to lift its lord Lyon up to its shoulder before beginning the journey back to the castle. Lyon smiled at the wiggling feet knowing full well that all kinds of slimy beasts and pests inside the water jug were tormenting his two newest allies. He cracked his knuckles and stroked a finger along Byleth's sole to observe the curling toes. He had to admit that the professor's method to break Julius had been quite ingenious. He wondered if he had another round in his chamber to pay him back...
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A great stone throne in a room of endless darkness. Previously it had housed a goddess. Then, following her host's capture and her extraction, it had housed the psyche of her avatar. He had sat there in solitude for so long, the monotony only broken by the occasional torment he could feel his physical body experience as part of Hel's curse. Now his throne had become quite cramped as a pair of handsome young mages shared it with him. The two sat upon his lap and he regularly got mouthfuls of the long violet and flame-red hair respectively. All three of them sat immobile with all three sets of bare feet upon the pedestal before them.
It was a peaceful time for now, but the younger two trembled on the professor's lap as they knew it meant that HE would be along shortly. Sure enough a figure strode out of the darkness that belonged to the one Fomortiis had appointed as a “babysitter” of sorts, not only for his hosts mind but also his new ally and great enforcer. They'd all grown to fear the flashes of silver hair from him teasing the three of them. Now as he knelt down before the six ticklish feet, the ever-lustful Niles licked his lips at the fearful toe-curling. This was going to be fun...
Uncharacteristically, the one leading the side of white today was in fact the Young Emperor: Julius. It was only due to his abilities to raise the departed that this fight still continued. Most of the soldiers that had survived the initial skirmish had been carried off by various kinds of monsters, but those who had fallen rose again thanks to the possessed young man's necromantic talents. His hands glowed with the energy granted to him by the fell dragon to command his legion of ghouls. Had Hel taken the field this day he would have already been defeated, but today he was able to shine.
The red-headed teen was flanked by the imposing forms of his elite bodyguards: the 12 Deadlords. Each of them mercilessly cut down any creature or soldier that slipped through the melee to approach their lord. These revenants of different skills acted without comment or instruction and had guarded him since his childhood when his power had first led him to raise them. Now he debated sending them ahead to bring him the head of the blonde leading this enemy force and bring an end to this farce. He stepped forwards to lead them personally but saw that they weren't following him. He stepped back to see that the whole dozen of his guard was struggling against some kind of smoke that had wrapped around each of them.
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A low growl built in Julius' throat at this trick when he heard a variety of roars from the battlefield. He turned to see soldiers being knocked aside as a great red spider surged towards him. The mage scoffed and readied his tome of Loptous, summoning forth the shadowy form of his patron. The arachnid froze in fear making it easy prey for the great dragon to boil away in dark flame.
Julius laughed sadistically at the creature's slow death, not hearing the heavy, iron footsteps of Deadlord Mus the General stomping up behind him. Unbeknownst to him, the black smoke had slipped into the revenant's armor and altered it drastically. The undead soul that had worn the armor was completely gone, its insides completely hollow which it revealed as the chest plate fell open like a garbage chute. Julius barely had time to react as he was grabbed by his shoulders and rudely stuffed into the opening.
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He kicked his legs as a pair of stocks formed in the chest of Mus that readily accepted his ankles. He hissed and summoned forth the powers of Loptyr inside this makeshift coffin but instantly regretted it. The fell dragon had nowhere to go and slithered around inside the confined space with him. Its now tangible form wound itself around him, and as the fiend’s rough scales destroyed his robes its thin mustache slithered into the openings that had been torn through his clothes before dragging along his chest. Julius howled with manic laughter as his slight body was tickled by his own dark lord for his impulsiveness.
Outside this armored sarcophagus, the black mist roiled and took shape. A violet-haired mage strode forward and stroked his knuckle down the clothen shoed foot poking out from the armor. He pinched it at the toe and slowly dragged it off the cute little size 10. The small toes curled at the cold air so Lyon blew some hot air on the pink piggies to warm them up.
"Now isn't this a fine catch. I must say the new powers granted to me in this world are quite interesting, and I can see why Hel was always so intent on gaining more. I'll have to ask her about it when I return. Julius, you are someone I share more than a few parallels with and cannot wait to see you break. You'll serve me well."
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Lyon's speech was wasted on the young emperor as he could hear nothing in his armored prison. Even if he could, he was far more concerned with how Loptous was taking its frustration out on him by lapping its huge, rough tongue along his stomach and sniffling its wet nose into his defenseless pits. Julius was twisting and snarling at the indignity of him,the chosen son of darkness, being TICKLED but quickly snapped straight when he felt his toes being pinched.
Lyon admired the little digits and chuckled at how the dramatic little villain painted his toenails a crimson red. A single finger stroking down his narrow sole had Julius pounding his fists on the armor from the inside as he tried to pull his feet free. Lyon liked the way the toes tried to curl and protect themselves as the rest of the foot came under pokes and prods from all angles. They were just as self-serving as their master he supposed.
Little did Lyon know that deep inside the puppet of Loptous the actual Julius was wailing in ticklish agony, and that weakness was the reason the dragon he'd summoned was punishing him. Lyon leaned close and gave a rough nibble to the big toe of the right foot, then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger to keep it separated as he scratched at its stem. Eventually Lyon grew bored and snapped his fingers for the Deadlord to release him. Mus shuddered at the command and eventually Julius tumbled out of the great armored husk’s back. The revenant immediately crumbled to dust upon doing so and Lyon smiled at the sight before him.
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Julius wheezed and panted in the mud as Lyon stood over him smirking. The Demon-King laughed at the formerly intimidating mage now giggling in the dirt. Lyon stayed laughing however as Julius quickly summoned his own patron Loptous, the serpentine dragon wrapping itself around the prince's body and flicking its forked tongue into his ear. The demon king escaped it though as his spectral form seized Julius' wrists and hiked them above his head before digging clawed fingers into his navel. The two dark gods ravaged each others avatars for a solid ten minutes before Lyon managed to get to his tome on his hip. Loptyr was chased away by dark fire and retreated back into the sagging Julius.
He hadn't noticed another of the Deadlords sneaking up behind him until Anguila struck. The dark knight swept up into her own cloak to form a cloud of black mist. Before he could resist she'd already transformed around him. He was taken into the air as she kept him pinned to her side. A singular great wing sprouted from her shoulder as a cuff snapped around Julius' wrist that led to it. Quickly the arm closest to her was suspended up above him. Julius's hairless pit was helpless as the dark knight stuck her face into it and began nibbling the ticklish meat before her. Poking out of the bottom of her cloak was Julius' size 10s whose soft soles Lyon was all too happy to tend to.
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"AHAHAHABAHASTARD!"
"Oh, somebody's feisty. You should feel honored, I knew you wouldn't just surrender so I'm taking the time to personally break you of your wildness. I am a King now so you should appreciate this. I've got any number of pets I could sent to do this for me and Surtr has been itching to get his hands on a tickle-pet to break in, but I extended you the courtesy of a personal touch."
He pinched back Julius' big toes and dug into the stems of both while his Deadlord kept its face buried in his pit. Trails of drool leaked out down his chest as ghostly hands began tracing shapes into Julius' palm by phasing through his clenched fingers. The devilish young man threw his head back in laughter only to find that this exposed his neck now to more raspberries from the creature that had once been his minion. Lyon smiled, and with a wave of his hand the creature vanished into black smoke dropping Julius right into his arms.
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"Mmmm so are you seeing things a bit more my way now, pet?" He asked of the panting heir to House Velthommer. "Maybe your ready to surre-NDEHE AHAHA!!"
Julius had struck like a viper. Burying his face in Lyon's neck and blasting a hot raspberry to end that stupid speech. Lyon collapsed back as once again Fomortiis, not deigning to be tickled, gave him back control of his body just for this. The now-confused Lyon could do nothing but fall back with Julius atop him, still sucking and blowing his neck. The hapless Lyon that Fomortiis called home kicked and giggled and finally managed to pry the little sorcerer off of him for a second.
That was all it took for Fomortiis to take control again and lift Julius off him. Another one of the Deadlords was on him in moments and as the smoke poured forth from Canis the Valkyrie, Julius was pulled into it and rearranged to fit. Only after the mist cleared was he able to take stock of his situation.
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This time he had been sat atop a pedestal that floated above the ground. His legs had been twisted to sit him Indian-style, but with his blushing soles pointed skyward. Not being the athletic type, the dark scion would need his hands to pull himself from a situation such as this. However this was impossible as his both hands had been cuffed and his arms pulled taut from his body in both directions, leaving him in the shape of a "T" but sitting. A pair of metal poles sporting rough, bristly brushes all around them floated close enough to submerge the tips of Julius' fingers and toes into them before whirring to life. The tough brushes now rotated all around the poles to scrub and buff Julius' digits.
"Snnnrkk bahahahstard! I will gehehet you for thihihis indignity!"
"Oh? Will you? Well then, I suppose I'd better make this count."
With but a flick of Lyon's wrist, Julius' remaining clothes evaporated off of him like air. He pulled at his bonds to try and protest his nakedness, but soon the feeling of Lyon's fingers skittering all along his sides had full belly laughs coming out of the redhead nice and proper. Lyon counted the ribs on his display piece right into his helpless ear and gave his navel a good fingering as well, all while Julius had no choice but to take it. Finally Lyon recoiled as his robes were soiled by the arcing jet of white that sprayed all over him. Julius sagged in his bonds as the brushes stopped and Lyon clicked his tongue.
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Lyon cleared his throat and this contraption also faded away, dropping the naked and sticky Julius back to the ground. On the way down however he seized one of Julius' ankles and absentmindedly traced a finger along the sole as he thought of the next deadlord to weaponize. Julius wriggled and moaned as Loptous burned within him at the indignity visited upon it. Julius' body was urged to rise and strike but it just had no energy left, filling the dark god inside with rage. The real Julius trapped in his subconscious howled at the feeling of the finger making shapes in his soft sole, and neither of them saw the Deadlord approaching from behind.
Tigris the Warrior picked Julius up from under his arms as the mist began swirling about again. Julius could feel his ankles being tightly strapped to whatever his former subordinate was becoming. The mist rose above his head and less than minute later it was done. Now what appeared to be a centaur of metal stood before Lyon with Julius strapped to its front. The creature's arms ended in massive metal cuffs that engulfed the mage's wrists and kept them bent back so that in always it seemed as if Julius was presenting the one part of his body that was jutting forwards.
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Lyon sank to his knee's and made a show of dancing his fingers along it as if it was a flute of wood rather than skin, enjoying the melodic tune of Julius' laughter. He brushed his teeth against it and nibbled his way from the tip down towards those adorably fuzzy red balls that swang in the wind as Julius pulled at his bonds. Lyon noticed how the squeals peaked in pitch when he got to them and decided to target them.
The demon slipped his size 13 feet out of their shoes and laid on his back beneath Julius. While his fingers traced shapes along the gasping man's balls, he placed his legs up into the air on either side of Julius' restrained form. His long toes dragged up and down Julius' sides as the redhead's eyes teared up in laughter and his cock sprayed the top of Lyon's head with another jet of semen at the torture.
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Little did Lyon know that Julius' own patron had been waiting. While Fomortiis was so focused on the pleasurable sensations of Julius' twitching skin beneath his fingers, Loptous had been waiting for its chance. In a roar of anger the darkness poured out of Julius and the former Deadlord binding him dissolved into the same smoke that had formed it. Julius fell atop Lyon before the taller of the two had even a moment to react. The devious redhead quickly had his arm around Lyon's ankle as he squatted there atop the Demon King's face. Fomortiis bristled with rage but was forced to the back seat as Julius took a long hard lap of his tongue up the tasty thirteen sole the Demon King had given himself.
Lyon thrashed under the ticklish assault as Fomortiis tried to regain control and punish this red-headed pest that Loptyr had brought before him. Both dark gods existed here through their respective avatars, but due to the strange power tickling had in this dimension the two were always forced into the back of their hosts’ minds when they experienced this torment. Fomortiis enjoyed the irony that he was in complete control save for those instances as it allowed for him to wield the pathetic Lyon as a shield. The reason he'd stepped out here personally was because he believed this Loptous to be kindred spirits in a sense. There was another of Hel's pets that was in a similar situation and "Lyon" favored him because of it. However now the real Lyon was laughing like a child as his toes were sucked and bitten by Julius who Loptyr had unleashed in desperation.
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Julius was let off the leash of his demonic patron even less than Lyon, so he was relishing in tickling this man and reducing him to a puddle of giggles. He slipped his tongue around the baby toe and nibbled it like a piece of fruit while in the hopes that this would allow him a bit of favor from Loptyr in the future, at least at first he had. Now he was genuinely enraptured with the sound of the laughter of the man beneath him. This “Lyon” had a beautiful laugh that he just never wanted to stop hearing.
Once again though Julius' attempt at a comeback was undone by one of his own Deadlords. This time Draco the Sniper had been consumed by the mist. What had emerged from the smoke was the head and torso of a man jutting from a rock which hovered above the ground. Gone were his hands, replaced with one giant, crab-like claw and a whip that tapered off into a fuzzy point. The latter of these snaked behind Julius and teased his peachy buttcheeks until they were tomato-red, forcing the mirthful mage to release his hold on Lyon.
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He tried to scramble away but the great claw clamped around his wrists and hoisted him up in the air. Julius squirmed in defiance but soon the feathery whip twisting around his waist to slide up and down between his buttocks had him gasping. Occasionally it would dip to tickle right below his cheeks and make him kick his feet back and forth in impotent thrashing. Fomortiis calmly regained control, stood up and began tending to Julius' nipples to make sure the mage was completly sure who was in charge. He locked his legs together before his shorter victim and trapped that abused cock between his slick thighs.
At some point, when Lyon had been disappointing the demon, the pathetic little squib had came just from having his feet licked. That level of weakness was something he enjoyed as it allowed him to clench Julius' cock tight between the tight pillows and slide it between them more comfortably. He placed just enough pressure to seal the organ from ejaculating its hot load, but not enough to have the little pest groaning from pain rather than pleasure. Fomortiis had been slow to truly grasp the domination-with-pleasure method that had seized this realm.
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Once he had perfected it with some practice on his five Ephraims and the two other Lyons, he had learned how to target hypersensitive spots with demonic precision.
He slowly slid his fingers in concentric circles all around the messy redhead's nipples to keep him stimulated with light tickles. He thrust his hips back forward to pump his prey's cock while denying him the quick cum he so badly wanted. All of this was done in contrasting rhythm with the feathery tail sliding up and down between Julius' asscheeks at breakneck speed. In response to that Julius had no choice but to rest his head into the crook of his opponent's shoulder and alternate between breathy moans and hoarse laughs right into the demon's ear.
Lyon slowly released the pressure on the redhead's cock, allowing him to milk the white from Julius' cock like he was squeezing out the last drops of a tube of toothpaste. Every dribble gave him a symphony of different noises from his victim so that when he finished Julius was practically limp. He ran a hand through the mop of sweaty red hair and tickled down the back of the man's neck gently as his Deadlord dissolved and once again deposited the mage into his arms.
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The quivering man in front of him was obviously the human Julius, which annoyed Fomortiis as it was Loptous he wished to speak with. He busied him with tickling along the spent man's chest while trying to draw the dragon out of him.
"Oh do come out. The two of us would make for wonderful allies and I can already see you've enjoyed titillating this body as much as I've enjoyed the one you’re using. Let us be allies and show these mortals true darkness; nothing but blackness and screams of hilarity to assault their eyes and ears for all eternity. Oh, don't be that way! No? Very well then, wait in there."
Lyon raised his hands and clapped, summoning another Deadlord to come loping over. This time Simia the Swordmaster answered the call. She reached down and took the barely-resisting Julius' hands in her own before opening her helmet to release black mist. It roiled around her and her former master, Julius rising into the air while grasping her hands. He watched as the armored gauntlets flattened out and became wooden planks. A pair of thick green arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him close to someting radiating wet warmth.
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The smoke cleared and the quivering vessel saw the shape of his next tormentor. This time it was a great, obese, and green humanoid head that seemed to have been penetrated with a wooden cross. From either side of that object were Julius' fastened hands, which combined with the arms wrapping around him had the creature’s face buried in his stomach. He looked down at it and saw the grotesque creature's massive mouth twist into a smile. Slowly a massive and thick tongue lolled out of its mouth and started stretching down towards the ground. The meek Princeling gulped at the sight of the horrible appendage that was almost as thick as his leg and longer than he was tall.
The great lump of green jiggled with effort as the tongue twitched and slowly began to shake itself awake. To Julius' horror it began to slither its way up the creature towards him. Its thick pink tip sampled the bottom of his foot before curling around his ankle and beginning to scale him. It wrapped around his knees and began stroking up and down the backs as the creature chortled nightmarishly.
"BAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOO! PLEEAHSE! LOHOHPTOUS SAHAHAVE ME! PLEEEHEEASE! GUAHAHHA IT TIHIHICKLES!"
Lyon pinched the toes of Julius' foot and twiddled them back and forth, making him laugh even harder as the monster jiggled him about.
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"Yes please Loptous, do come out. Unless you enjoy being inside such a humiliating vessel as this? I was looking for an ally, but if all I've found was another pet wouldn't that be a shame?"
Julius was laughing so hard that if Loptyr had said anything it wouldn't have been understood, but in seconds the great, green Deadlord holding him was blasted away into mist by fire that erupted from him. Lyon was knocked flat as well and blinded by smoke, while the red-faced redhead slowly floated down onto his sensitive feet while waving over one of the Deadlords. Now back under his control, it was Porcus the Thief who answered his call this time. He bent down under the command of his original master and hauled the stunned Fomortiis to his feet. Loptous could pinpoint the very second when the Demon threw Lyon back into the driver’s seat by when the taller man’s fervent resistance turned to weak trembling.
The Dark Dragon watched as Porcus spewed black mist and transformed. This may have been Fomortiis' trick but Loptous was all too happy to risk it. He elected for a more simple transformation than the grandiose ones the Demon King had wasted his time on.
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A great figure in black armor took shape before him. It appeared simply a great knight that his Deadlord had become at first glance. Jutting from the neck of the armored figure however was the head of a jaguar, and it shared that position with two big floppy feet that wiggled helplessly before it. Indeed, all down the chestplate of this dark knight were dotted various parts of a terrifed Lyon as they protruded through the armor. A pair of knee's at chest height for the monster, above that a trembling pale belly that stuck out at the appropriate place, and down at the beast’s hips were a pair of helpless hands on which each individual finger had been tied back to expose the pink palms. Between the beast’s legs was the upside-down head of a helpless, violet-headed prince hanging there.
For all intents it looked as if this knight Julius had summoned was wearing Lyon as upside-down human shield beneath its armor. The dark and flushed emperor summoned forward a throne while his monster’s feline head sniffed at the pair of floppy feet under its snout. Loptous got comfortable upon his seat of bones while the big cat stuck out its tongue and sampled the new tasty treat. Lyon yipped at the feeling of the sandpapery tongue sliding up his sole but was soon silenced as Julius' smothered his face with those size 8 feet he'd just been having such a good time with.
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With Loptous in the pilot's seat, Julius was soon rubbing his soft feet all over Lyon's face. Lyon had tears in the corners of his eyes from the rough tonguing his soles were receiving courtesy of the jaguar head, and all the while Julius massaged his little toes into his cheeks with a flourish as the dragon taunted the demon.
"A king of insects is still an insect, demon; and that is what all creatures are to the Divine Dragons. The idea that I would be subservient to you is laughable, though your vessel is quite the fun tease. Perhaps after Julius here has burned away the last vestiges of you, I'll assume your seat as his master. There's already a young warrior in this world that I'm eager to break, but I'm sure that Seliph would love company on my wall."
The necromancer's fingers danced above his head along Lyon's exposed stomach, paying close attention to the prominent ribs of the scrawny mage. Loptous had always kept his vessel's nails sharp purely for intimidation, but now he saw the advantage this gave and was glad to have thought of it. He snapped his fingers and metallic fingers emerged from the armor to tease Lyon's hands and knees with rough kneading and hard pokes as Fomortiis steamed inside Lyon's head. The Demon King was growing furious and the reverberating laughter of his pathetic vessel did nothing to improve his mood. He watched from his stone throne as the body twinged and released a stream of semen, Lyon's pathetic constitution clearly being no match for the waves of forced pleasure.
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Julius laughed as he beckoned forward another of his Deadlords to transform and assist him. Bovis answered the call and the Bow Knight spewed mist as he began to change. Lyon could do nothing as the darkness over took him while Loptous continued s******ing with spite. The other tickle beast faded away and as the smoke cleared a new one took form. This time Lyon had been forced onto his knees with his hands trapped in what looked to be a beast-of-burden's plow-pull. It kept him trapped around his neck and wrists, unable to pull away as Julius kneeled before him running a nail all along his nose and skittered his nails down his neck as if he was playing with a cat.
The violette could do nothing as he kneeled there naked in the dirt before the man he had come here to tame himself. The part that angered his inner demon the most was that his pathetic vessel was smiling the whole time due to the sensitivity of his neck. Julius traced shapes and cooed at the reactions he could coax out of his victim by simply giving his collarbone a little tiggle. So enthralled with the whole affair was he that he didn't hear the footfalls behind him whatsoever. It wasn't until the chain wrapped around his wrist and he was pulled off of Lyon that Julius had any awareness of his own foolishness.
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In seconds a thick rope bound his hands together as Lyon's personal guardsman - a particular “ashen demon” - dealt with him. Fomortiis resumed control of his form and dispelled the structure around him, thinking to himself of the best way to reward Byleth later. The former professor was silent as the petulant redhead bucked beneath him, but he soon calmed his captive down with a series of raspberries all along the necromancer's naked belly.
Lyon was slow to get to his feet which still tingled with phantom sensations of that feline tongue ravishing them. Once he did though he was glad to see that Byleth had easily wrestled down the heir of Velthommer before him. He knelt down and took Julius' foot into his lap with a new plan. His vessel's weakness had made this whole affair an ordeal so he would use it here. Julius shrieked at the feeling of Lyon's penis head sliding up his sole and wriggled beneath Byleth as the teacher gave him a class on anatomy by slowly counting each of the evil emperor's ribs.
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The feeling of Lyon's cock leaving a trail was unforgettable but Byleth's counting was driving him insane.
"...three.."
"So Loptous, I’ll admit that was an impressive rally but are we perhaps ready to cease with these games? We may have had a bit more competition one-on-one but now it is over."
"...four.."
The demon king's prattle went in one ear and out the other as Julius' head was filled only the feeling of that drooling serpent sliding all along his sole and this evil man's monotonous counting.
"...five.."
"This one may not have been my capture but I'll praise Hel for picking him. He is quite the efficient educator...and if you want, Loptous, he's also eager to learn."
"...six.."
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Lyon's cock was between Julius' two middle toes when it spewed hot and sticky all down the top of the evil sorceror's foot. Despite himself he moaned in absolute bliss as the hot liquid felt wonderful on his foot which had felt so cold out here on this field after being naked for so long. It was a small detail but one that was still noticed by Byleth who sprung into action. The greenette turned about and took Julius by the ankle to position that foot in his lap. Then strong fingers began massaging hot gel into that cold foot while the redhead gasped and shrieked at the sensations.
Lyon laughed at the others discomfort before Byleth seized him by his cock. He moaned right along with Julius as the monotone teacher kept right on using his spent cock as a tickle tool all along Julius's poor foot. Both of them were now trying to pull away but Byleth kept them both locked in his grip as he knew that the redhead was approaching his breaking point.
"I SURREHEHEENDER! YOU WIHIHIN! LOPTHOHUS AGREE'S! JUHUHUST STAHAHAP!!"
Byleth feigned not hearing the concession as his liege had just released another load that was begging to be kneaded into Julius' pink foot, but Lyon was shrieking for mercy himself. Byleth released the mages and stayed silent as they curled into balls, their wraithlike masters both regaining control of them.
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Julius was quick to reaffirm his submission due to a stern look from Byleth, but Lyon stayed quiet as the final one of his Deadlords slipped up behind the pair. He snapped his fingers and Lepus the Cleric spewed his mist. Byleth and Julius were caught suprised as it enveloped them. When it cleared away another great armored knight had taken shape just as with Porcus, but this one had cargo. The massive figure carried a great urn upon its shoulder, from the top of which protruded two pairs of feet: a pair of rosy and cum-coated size 8s, and a strong and broad set of 12s that the smaller feet rested atop of like a meal on a dish.
The great armored figure reached down to lift its lord Lyon up to its shoulder before beginning the journey back to the castle. Lyon smiled at the wiggling feet knowing full well that all kinds of slimy beasts and pests inside the water jug were tormenting his two newest allies. He cracked his knuckles and stroked a finger along Byleth's sole to observe the curling toes. He had to admit that the professor's method to break Julius had been quite ingenious. He wondered if he had another round in his chamber to pay him back...
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A great stone throne in a room of endless darkness. Previously it had housed a goddess. Then, following her host's capture and her extraction, it had housed the psyche of her avatar. He had sat there in solitude for so long, the monotony only broken by the occasional torment he could feel his physical body experience as part of Hel's curse. Now his throne had become quite cramped as a pair of handsome young mages shared it with him. The two sat upon his lap and he regularly got mouthfuls of the long violet and flame-red hair respectively. All three of them sat immobile with all three sets of bare feet upon the pedestal before them.
It was a peaceful time for now, but the younger two trembled on the professor's lap as they knew it meant that HE would be along shortly. Sure enough a figure strode out of the darkness that belonged to the one Fomortiis had appointed as a “babysitter” of sorts, not only for his hosts mind but also his new ally and great enforcer. They'd all grown to fear the flashes of silver hair from him teasing the three of them. Now as he knelt down before the six ticklish feet, the ever-lustful Niles licked his lips at the fearful toe-curling. This was going to be fun...
