Lake Superior
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The King of Kilvas kept his eyes peeled as he soared over enemy lands. He'd been warned repeatedly by Fjorm, the acting commander of the Order of Heroes, to not do this very thing. Naesala didn't care though, for somewhere here his dearest Leanne was being prisoner. Normally the shrewd raven was only motivated by the promise of gold, but he'd admit to bearing a soft spot for the fair Herons; a sentiment that went beyond what Reyson accused was only an attraction to their hair color. He would concede with a grin that blondes were certainly more fun though. Interrupting his musings, a glint of something shining through the trees caught his eye and he descended a bit to catch a better glimpse.
He folded his great black wings behind him and alighted on a tree branch as he scanned over the scenery. That glint that had seemingly reflected off a singular golden pauldron. Taken aback at the sight before him, Naesala saw it was the only hint of rank still adorning the stolen Former Prince of Askr, Alfonse. Here in this clearing the lordling had been stripped naked and tightly bound with ropes, rather creatively the devious raven had to admit. The ropes forced the limber thing into mid-air splits that allowed a pair of enchanted gloves beneath him total access to that hidden valley of pleasure between his tight rear and painfully stiff cock. They stroked their fingers all along the soft skin while the bluenette's hands reached for a key dangling from the same tree branch he was suspended from. Even as fingertips just barely grazed it as he reached in desperation, Naesala wasn't convinced. The scrawled messages on his blushing belly and soles reading "TICKLISH PRINCEY TO A GOOD HOME!", "TRY MY TICKLISH BUTT!" and "SAVE ME BEFORE THEY TICKLE MY BICEPS!" were all a bit too...cartoony.
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The man locked eyes with Naesala and the crow could see pleas for aid behind those teary orbs. Still, the cynical king didn't trust this situation one bit. He eyed the ground beneath the lad, and with the keen eyes of a bird laguz could see the earth had been loosened quite a bit. A bead of sweat from Alfonse’s brow dripped onto it and he saw something under the ground stirring towards the movement.
"Ahh so that's your game."
The nude swordsman was nothing but live bait on a hook. Quite distressed admittedly, but Naesala had no intention of being today's catch. Spreading his dark wings he took off back into the sky with a sneer at the pleading man.
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While scanning from above again a glimpse of crimson caught his eyes. He let the warm midday winds carry him lower as he spotted a redheaded man with his wrists bound to a tree above his head. Ropes kept the mercenary Naesala recognized as Raven tied to the tree. His bondage was a bit more conservative than the prince’s with ropes securing his waist, knees, and ankles to the tree. Unlike the Alphonse he'd been afforded a small loincloth that unfortunately did nothing to hide his jutting cock. Naesala touched down gently and saw that the poor pronounced organ had become a playground for several fuzzy caterpillars that slid and crawled all along it, practically ice-skating across the increasing flow of pre-cum.
There was yet again something burrowing in the ground, but this time it was less concerned with hiding itself. A larger version of the caterpillars rutted in the dirt while wrapping itself lovingly around both of Raven's size 9 feet like it never wanted to let go. Occasionally it would nose its mandible into the pink toes and cause Raven's whole body to jolt. While there was plenty of natural tickles occurring, there also seemed to be some magic at work. Velvety-soft hands protruded from the trunk of the tree and ran themselves all along Raven's body. They swirled fingers in his muscled pits, twiddling his nipples to-and-fro as well as digging into his navel. Through all of this two of the hands stayed up near his wrists and kept the swordsman's hands clasped in their own. If Naesala was to guess, the slightness of those monkish hands suggested they were in fact simulacra of the ginger's blonde partner.
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Raven finally noticed the raven and mouthed "Help me" as stealthily as he could while more hands emerged and began tracing the movements and lines his neck formed while begging. Naesala actually considered it for a moment, adopting an exaggerated thinking pose and surveying the scene before finally speaking.
"Dreadfully sorry but it appears that I can't help you with your problem. The last one was quite an obvious trap and, while I don't quite see a trap here, I can't completely discount that it's much a better attempt than the last one. Perhaps if you had some gold for me I could overlook the risks...but quite honestly I can't see where you could be hiding it. Ta-tah and best of luck!"
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With a mighty flap of his wings he was back in the air to continue his search for the golden locks of the Heron he'd come here to save. He supposed it was a good thing he hadn't found his Leanne yet as she would have insisted on saving that one, knowing full well that HE would have to be the one to carry a naked Beorc back to Askr. That girl did vex him so.
His thoughts about his golden weakness (both the precious metal AND the hair) subsided as his keen eyes caught a new sight. This one was quite out of place compared to the others. Someone had gone to the trouble of dragging out a long and rather regal-looking table to the middle of this clearing. Naesala could comfortably say that it was indeed fit for a king such as him, however the current “menu” left something to be desired. Laid out in the middle of a sumptuous feast on was another blue-haired man who was currently being sampled by almost every dish on the table. Noting the resemblance to Prince Alfonse, Naesala surmised that this poor man-turned-meal must be the former general of Hel, Lif.
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It certainly made quite the sight watching greasy sausages slide themselves along the man's helpless feet while greasy peas rolled around his helpless stomach, even a pair of raw carrots jamming their tips into his ears to start digging for potatoes. Naesala couldn't come up with a reason to want to end this torture even if he wanted to. It was far too entertaining to watch the saucy pasta currently pooling between the man's thighs to stroke up towards his critical-mass banana. The bluenette scowled at him but Naesala mimed his hands being tied and shrugged before enjoying the show further with a smirk.
The King of Kilvas had always been fond of tickling since he his hatchling days when that old crow Naeluchi would use it to keep the saucy little chick in line. He'd grown up finding profound enjoyment in inciting tickles amongst his fellow ravens and never letting them know about the growing bulge in his trousers. It wasn't until after he’d assumed the throne of Kilvas that he realized this mundane pleasure of his did in fact have a limit, and as he took off yet again to leave Lif to his fine-dining experience the raven recalled the time he'd first discovered the power of Laguz feathers.
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It had been another long and tedious speech from his fellow Bird Laguz King, Tibarn of Phoenicias. The muscle-bound oaf was lecturing Naesala about the piracy his people had engaged in "without his knowledge", as if the great turkey hadn't done it himself in the past before being wrapped around that Heron prince's finger. Naesala had finally had enough of being talked to like a child and dove atop the bigger bird. He knew he'd most likely be overpowered but honestly the idea of Tibarn’s strong fingers working his 13s til he apologized wasn't that unappealing. To his surprise however, the muscled laguz had immediately bent over backwards when those black raven wings had brushed his sides.
He'd found an unusually blushy and weakened Tibarn all too himself for a solid few minutes. The snide ruler played his feathers all along those thick pecs and pronounced abs as he'd extracted more information about this turn of events. As it turned out, there was something about Raven feathers specifically that drove Hawks’ senses wild. Perhaps it was the oily residue that the stiff plumes were slick with, or maybe something about the way they rarely stayed straight and instead seemded to curl about whatever they touched.
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He later found this was a thing for Hawks in general, rather than just Tibarn himself, when the other king's pair of bodyguards attempted to intervene. Naesala had quickly reduced the stern Ulki and playful Janaff into giggling chicks, both curling into their King's sides as they weakly fended off his attacks. Janaff's keen eyes teared up with laughter and Ulki's legendary ears were unavoidable targets. Naesala was almost impressed with the way King Tibarn tried to shield his retainers and bring them closer to his chest. Had he been a better man he may have been touched enough by the admirable show of loyalty to spare them. However he was so tired of being chastised by the muscle-bound sparrow. He'd taken one feather from each of the three as they laughed in a pile and tested them along his own ear only to find, that despite the disgustingly rough bristles of the hawk feathers, they weren't very ticklish to him at all.
So preoccupied had Naesala been with this realization that he had been caught completely off guard by what felt like a molten softness sliding behind his pointed ear. The Heron Prince Reyson had snuck in seemingly from nowhere having decided to “assist” with this expiriment. The blond’s first order of business had been freeing his muscly patron, and the second involved testing how a Heron's feather compared with a Hawk’s. Naesala's knees had gone weak at the attack and immediately the Hawk trio had pounced on him. The brunette spent quite an enjoyable afternoon thereafter as they'd armed themselves with Prince Reyson's feathers and paid him back tenfold. Despite how his head swam with pleasure as Tibarn had personally painted his 11's with those dangerously fluffy Heron Plumes, Naesala still noticed the reactions that Reyson had when he was accidentally drowned in Hawk Wings.
The Hawks had become so preoccupied with the tickling of the snickering Raven were that it took them quite a bit to notice the frazzled Heron finally getting free and looking as if his nickname should be changed to the Red-Faced Prince. Naesala had audibly whined when Reyson hadn't been able to help with his torment and instead had to sit down and breathe deeply. If that Golden Hair of his had been used as a weapon then...
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So engrossed was he with the current performance that the King of Kilvas didn't even notice the golden-haired shape taking flight towards him until its petite frame crashed into the small of his back. Before he could react, small hands with manicured nails unbuttoned his blouse and began skittering along his tight stomach. He tried to fly out of the attacker’s grip but they kept pace with him due to how breathless his unbridled laughter left him.
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They zipped about erratically for a while but Naesala wasn't going to outrun his assailant without any air. As he tried to shove them away, his arms plunged themselves into deep wings made of his one secret weakness. His eyes bulged as Heron Feathers tickled all along his arms and knuckles. The laughing laguz quickly crashed down in an unbecoming heap, and soon those soft little hands took to skittering all along his chiseled chest again.
"Leeeheeanne stahahap! I'm hehere to saahave you!"
"No...save...just...tickle...laugh...cootchie cootchie..."
"Dahahammit girl stahahap this ahaht once!"
"No...laugh more...you...my...tickle bird...sing..."
Naesala bristled at that particular phrase to the point where she was able to steer him into a tree, entangling her lover in its branches.
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Naesala wasn't a fool and was well aware of how things worked here. He knew he'd most likely have to deal with a Leanne who'd been broken and warped into a tickle freak like all the others who'd been captured. What he hoped though was that she wouldn't remember her life from before that. The two had had an "active" lifestyle as a couple and she'd been happily receptive when Naesala had settled on his kink.
She'd always been reticent to really use those fluffy feathers of hers in the devious ways that the Raven would propose. He'd suggested multiple times to her that what he'd truly love is for her to be aggressive and attack him without warning. However she'd always horribly telegraphed her advances to the point where a sighing Naesala would pretend to be surprised just so as not to cloud her pretty face with a frown.
He longed for her to do something tricky, like hide feathers in his shoes or tie him up as he slept. Often he'd go to sleep dreaming of a devious look on his Leanne's face as she held one of those deadly Heron feathers inches from his long toes, all while he laid there and plea for her to be merciful. Naesala wanted her to leap onto his lap while he sat on his throne and trace his neck with those damn things. However, when he'd tried suggesting these things to the gentle soul he shared a bed with, she would flush in a way that would assure that Naesala could never effectively take the offensive in a tickle war against her when she could just do that and stop him dead.
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When she was captured here in Askr, Naesala had rushed to save her but had quickly seen the fate of those who don’t heed caution in these lands. While the thought of being tickle tortured until he was nothing but a squawking chicken, tied naked to a spit and “basting" himself over and over, left him turned on and licking his lips...he couldn't bear dooming Leanne to such a fate. And so he had waited until reliable word of her being spotted somewhere had arrived. The dark-haired king had taken off like a shot into the forest where she'd been seen. The Order were fools he realized and their defensive tactics only served to aid their enemies in stocking their larder.
Now as he tried to work his way free of the branches and brambles that had shredded his shirt and trousers, Naesala feared that he might be the next dish. His wings were all tangled in the sticks and his attempts to shake them free just led to the thin bones beneath the plumes being traced by the twigs. He giggled rather effeminately at that which was how the little blonde raptor that had smashed the Laguz into here found him.
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"Leanne darling, we've both had our fun now but please; do regain your senses quickly. I'd prefer the two of us weren't caught in such a compromising position by an actual enemy."
Leanne showed no signs of snapping out of her trance as her thin fingers undid Naesala's blouse and threw it open to the elements. Her dinner's lightly-muscled chest was now displayed before her, and his half-hearted attempts to push her off were met with his hands being casually slapped away. He was hesitant to actually put hands on somebody as slight as Leanne, that is until she locked her lips around his right nipple and began chewing on it. He kicked his legs and laughed from his belly so hard that she wrapped her thin arms around him to keep him locked in place.
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He could easily shove her off with enough force but he didn't want to hurt the girl firstly, and secondly her pair of fluffy white wings hovered over them both like a threatening — and very tickly — guillotine. Just one Heron Feather had led to him being tickled for a solid afternoon, but now these Heron Wings might sentence him to being tickled for life. The thought alone made him want to laugh, though that might have just been Leanne having fun by trying to suckle milk from his nipple. He squirmed and tried to gently move those deadly wings away, but even touching the material with his fingertips made him snort.
"Mmp...no...*smack*...touch...*slurp*...wings...*smack*...bad...tickle bird..."
Her pretty fingernails had always shined just enough to entice Naesala, but now as they danced along the small of his back through his blouse they excited him as well. His delicate fingering on her wings was disturbed and he accidentally plunged them into the fluffy hellscape all the way up to his elbow making, immediately making the Raven buck like a ticklish bronco beneath his songbird.
He had no ideas that one’s knuckles could even BE ticklish until now. To anyone watching this pitiful display playing out at the base of this tree, it must have made for quite the show.
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The pretty little lark drove her hands up into his pits and was quick to dig in through his clothes. Every attempt of his to pull his arms down just made her dart those evil nails up his forearms to get them back into her fluffy wings. He tried to twist and throw her off but she held on just by the teeth she had on his abused nipple. The handsome avian's composure was gone now and the red on his cheeks contrasted greatly with the blue-black hair escaping his ponytail.
Leanne reared back to apply her lips and blow a sloppy raspbirdy right into her hubby's poor titty and smirked at the way he went limp under her due to laughing out all his air. She sucked in once more and blasted another sloppy and drooly raspberry, taking blissful enjoyment in the way the amoral Laguz beneath her wheezed and guffawed. She took but a moment to relish in his blushing face and chest; that what was all the Raven needed though.
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Naesala slipped his elegant size 11s right out of his boots and lifted them up under the slight girl to shove her off him. The soft grunt she let out worried him as he did so hope he hadn't hurt her. However staying here and being her seed bell wouldn’t help anyone so with a great flap of his wings he took off from the tree to try and get his wits back. If he could just get enough speed then he'd be easily able to tackle her right out of the sky and carry her back to Askr himself.
In his haste however the Raven King’s sense of perception had failed him, so when a murder of magically-summoned ravens descended upon him it was a total shock. The dirty little things flew up as close as they could to his bare chest and socked feet to twirl oily feathers and peck their sharp beaks. A few even grabbed his wings in their sharp talons. Somehow no matter what they did though it caused him no pain, instead only making him laugh as hard as he had back at the tree.
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Unable to focus at all it was only a matter of time before, once again, the airborne man crashed in a cloud of dirt and feathers; though this time it was headlong into a bush. He tried to climb his way out but a musical giggle and a flash of white behind him got his attention. He saw the telltale trail of white feathers behind him that told him what kind of sneaky beastie had slipped in beside him. He could hear her melodic giggling but couldn't wrestle free from the greenery no matter how hard he struggled. It was almost..
"Magical? Nyaha!"
A white-haired young man whom he recognized from pictures of those who'd taken captive jovially strode forward.
He wielded a pair of feathers that both seemed different from anything Naesala had seen before, twirling them cheekily between his pale fingers. One was a shade of black so dark it seemed to rake in light, while the other was a rather ratty shade of white quite different from the pristine color of the Herons’.
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The strange young man whose name he couldn't quite recall knelt down in the pile of leaves upon his stockinged form. Before Naesala could say a word the little ghoul had seized one of his helpless barefeet by the big toe and was running his cold cheek along it while squeaking and "oohing" rather disturbingly. Once again the King was seized by the urge to just line up a good, strong kick into the face of this Beorc. After getting past the initial indignities of it however, he was beginning to realize how pleasurable the sensation of the lad’s cool skin was on his tired foot.
He let himself drift off to a fantasy of this young man under his throne and that cool face of his as a perfect roosting place for his tired talons after a long day. He was quite comfortable in that nice dream with a brainwashed version of his treasured Leanne comfortable in his lap. He let out quite the distasteful squawk however when the real Leanne began tracing figure eights down along the underside of his thighs. He squirmed and tried to stop her, but it felt as if there were bristly vines in the bush that had worked their way between his fingers. They were quite slack until he tried to touch his Leanne, then they would immediately go taut to the point of immobilizing him. Everytime it happed Leanne would pause her "painting" and give his helpless palm a big sloppy raspberry just like he'd dreamed of. Now however he didn't quite like it as much.
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The biggest part of that was this pale little gremlin currently giving his toes little kisses.
"Doohohyou quite mind?"
"Oooops! Sorry I just kinda got carried away. I mean, they're toes! But on a crow! Crow Toes Nyahaha! I wish all crows had toes! Or at least the ones who raised me. They could have given me tickles instead of pecks whenever I was a...BAD EGG! Nyahaha!"
"Yeehes, yehehes verry funny. Do you thihink you could find your way tohoho releasing me young mahahan? I hahahave to get this lihihittle tickle monster bahahack to Askr!"
"Back to Askr? Why then you shoulda flocked with those other boys who were on their way back! I even tied them up nice and tight so you'd find them and let them go. They sure were mad when you didn't though. Why, they were positively RAVEN! NYAHAHA!"
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"Thohohse were clearly trahahaps! You cohouuldn't have expehehc-expeheh-THOUGHT I'D FALL FOR THAT! DAHAHAMMIT LEEAHAHANNE LET ME TAHAHALK!"
"Mmm you’re kinda right. But you’re also kinda wrong! Nyaha! Only one of them was a trap, the other two though I was letting go! You coulda helped them fly the COOP! Nyaha! Instead you just left them! It's why it took me so long to catch up. After I let those two out they were kinda mad. Heck, Raven was gonna drag me back to Askr by the toes until I said I was gonna go play with YOU! Nyaha!"
Henry flicked the rattylooking feather along the undersides of Naesala's curled toes and delighted at the way the whole drumstick tried to flee. He put one hand behind the foot so that it couldn't flee and kept it still so that the King's little curled subjects had nowhere to go as the feather stroked and savaged them. They tried to stay curled but eventually between this attack and Leanne plucking at his blue fuzzed eggs they opened up.
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Henry squealed at the ticklish little hatchlings and worked the dirty feather in between them before adding the other one. This feather seemed to radiate cold from it and despite himself Naesala grasped his toes around it when it was applied to the little things. The Laguz twisted his body at the feeling but that only opened his thighs up to more soft pecks from the bush monster he'd foolishly married.
"Aww somebody likes this feather! Was it the shine? Princess Eir's pegasus sure is interesting. I've never seen it eat but it's feathers are it's best part! They just feel so...FOWL! NYAHA! Like a duck you see.
Ahhh I think that one was a Bad Egg. Nyaha!"
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Less bothered by the puns, Naesala tried to use his other free foot to kick Henry off of him. However his lash was deftly dodged and instead a gentle kiss planted right on the offending peet. Despite everything the blush creeping up on his cheeks over his sneer was the part that Naesala hated the most. The two strange feathers in his toes were driving him wild and the way Leanne had one finger trailing all around his thighs, taint and ass like it was her personal race track was making him want to crow for mercy as well.
"By the gods..." he thought to himself. "His terrible puns are contagious."
Henry bit the king's soft heel and got quite the unmanly squawk as a reward. It earned him a swift kick to the side of the head but all that got was the other foot seized as well to get the occasional caress as Henry continued his fluffy rampage.
It was all too much to bear for the Raven King and mustering up all his strength he finally broke free of the bush and stood up. He dragged Leanne out by the wrist and soon had both her and Henry swept up and pinned down. Both little shits were helpless as he danced his nails all along their stomachs and enjoyed the squeaks and chirps he got from both of them.
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A voice in his head said that he should take his blushing bride and this nuisance of a bird boy along and just take flight now. However, a voice between his legs reminded him about how ticklish Heron Hips were and to see if the mage had the same problem. With only one hand that would take forever and so the other released them. Both dipped down and dug into ticklish hips of his Princess Bride and the Sorcerous Child.
Leanne's laugh was just musical enough to enchant him to not notice Henry's glowing hands until he fired off Dark Magic. Naesala was enveloped in purple smoke and everything went black. Henry's new contraption took form around the King quickly and when it cleared it almost fit in with this idyllic forest clearing.
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A great and almost embarrassingly simplistic birdcage now hung from one rigid branch over this clearing. It was a bit big for parakeets though as instead sitting upon the swing inside it was the king of the Raven's himself. With his wrists loosely bound to either side of the swing by nothing but ribbons that matched his jet black wings, it should be simple for him to get free and break out of a cage constructed of such soft metal as the gold that made up this one. However, the shininess of it had him entranced. He couldn't tear himself away from the gold even as he felt Henry getting more comfortable on the swing behind him and adjusting the ribbons that bound his wings.
His blouse was carefully peeled off of him and tossed aside as the horny little gremlin cooed and snuggled into his bare back between his wings. The only one happier than him was Leanne who was delighted with what she'd gotten. Hanging out of the bottom of the cage were both of Naesala's long and femininely elegant size 11 feet. The little mage's magic had given them a long soak in milk and dumped a variety of different kinds of seeds and nuts over them.
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Humiliating as it was, had Naesala seen another bird laguz in this exact situation - right down to having his ticklish feet turned into a seed bell - he would have laughed as well. Probably not as hard as he was right now while Henry skated his fingers all along his chest and forearms while watching his reactions for weak spots like a...well like a hawk.
It really ramped up though when his lady love began pecking at the seedy man's now matching toes. She used her tongue to get between them and begin working her way to get all her favorites off Naesala's ticklish peds. He begged and squealed while Henry snuffled that damn little nose of his up and down the King's side. He squawked and cawed while his wife took long and loving licks up his long and loveable soles. Most embarrassingly to him was when Henry reached over between his legs to give his eggs a squeeze and make him chirp.
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"Oooh, a bird's nest! Nyahaha!"
Despite himself, the Kinkiest King of Kilvas actually laughed at that one through his frantic cackling. Henry and Leanne couldn't tell and he was actually kind of happy about that. Despite all of it though his tear-filled eyes refused to leave those glittering gold bars of his gilded cage. Henry gave his songbird's now messy blue hair a tussle and wondered how long it would take to teach him new songs. Mainly though he wondered if he could fit on this swing too so that he and his new crow buddy could get ravaged back-to-back by both of their lovely ladies.
His daydreaming made him miss Naesala making quite a mess in his hand, and it wasn't until he felt the warm stickiness between his fingers that he realized it.
"Oh! Nyahaha! I guess technically you just ‘laid an egg’! I missed it though... I used to see the crows lay eggs all the time. Guess we'll just have to go again! Now let's see..."
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Henry reached around and secured both his hands on each of Naesala's ticklish nipples before miming adjusting the birdman's ticklish nubs as if they were dials. However, Naesala was far more interested in what the other end of the little monster was up to. Henry's clothen mage shoes lay discarded at the bottom of the cage. Now his pale feet wiggled their toes as they approached the king's sticky perch. They were still clad in the same stockings-esque material that the mage's entire body was wrapped in beneath his cloak. It was actually a very soft material Naesala had to admit as they clasped his cock in between them.
It almost seemed as if encasing oneself in a body sock as Henry did was solely for the purposes of tickling and as he preferred BEING tickled. The crow king tried his best to deny the cum that the evil little fellow wanted to see, but eventually he made rope like an animal and sagged in his bonds while the crow kissed all along his neck.
"Awww see? That wasn't so bad. You acted like this was gonna be a MURDER! Nyahaha! A strong guy like you could have flown the coop anytime you wanted but instead you’re picking the domestic life huh? Oooh, I'm so happy I could die! Nyahaha! Oh, we can have double dates! Nyahaha we'll never stop smiling..."
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Whatever Henry was saying was getting further and further sounding away. Throughout his whole milking, the King's feet had been under a wet and wild siege by his darling wife who now was using her long nails to pluck seeds off them and snack while idly scratching along whatever free skin she could find on her lovely new seed bell.
It had always tickled like the dickens but now combined with the bird's post-orgasm sensitivity it was a mind-melting sensation. Had his wrists not been bound he would have slumped right off this perch and into a heap. His eyes fluttered closed and he slipped into unconsciousness as Henry kept on going on about what would happen at the castle. He had to admit, a bath did sound nice right now.
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The princess of Serene's forest snuggled up to her restrained husband's form. He'd been tied down to the bed that the happy couple had been granted in the castle at his own request. It had seemed like years since he'd been the catch of the day, what with all the fun they'd been having, but in reality it had been a little under a week since Naesala's resistance had been scrubbed away in the baths.
The only scraps of clothing on him were a pair of elegant black dress stockings and a silken blindfold. His wifey had them both the way he liked them too: warmed up and stuffed with her own fluffy and wicked feathers. She flexed her wings as she checked that her conniving king’s were securely bound but still comfortable. She dipped a finger into his navel and enjoyed how he jerked about until she heard a knocking upon their chamber door.
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It was opened to the sight of her favorite flame-haired cavalier Sully, followed by her gasping and quite red little hubby thrown over a shoulder.
"You didn't forget about our dastard boy's playdate did you, Princess? This cutie’s been a bundle of energy all day just waiting to get to play with the crow."
"Nya..haha I can certainly do with a little bit of rest though. But if you want me to keep going what can I really do but get my tickles?"
"Mmmhmm that's right. Don't think I didn't notice the slobber between my toes when I woke up you dratted little monster. I know you didn't get much sleep last night."
"King...playdate...yay! Him...need friends...and me...want to...play game...you...show me...last time?"
"Blast Princess I'd hoped you would have forgotten that. You were hells better at piggies than I could have expected."
"Win piggies...keep piggies...those were rules....want my...piggies!"
"Gaah! Are you sure Heron's aren't birds of prey? Fine, let's just get the boys secured then we can play."
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After a bit of fumbling, Sully was tackled to the ground by the petite Birdette and stripped of her boots. Her booming laughter seemed to shake the bed but in reality, it was both the crows. Naesala had a face full of Henry's lily-white cock to the point he could see the little red veins running along the organ. He knew he'd have to act fast as though Henry had been essentially hogtied by their blushing brides.
They had taken special effort to make sure that Henry's fiendish little hands and feet were both positioned perfectly to dig into his hips and squeeze him all night despite how the little mage had essentially been twisted into the shape of a bow. He licked his lips and got ready to strike with pecks at the already leaking cock. He'd yet to lose one of their playdates yet.
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Rockraverinfection said the following:
The King of Kilvas kept his eyes peeled as he soared over enemy lands. He'd been warned repeatedly by the acting commander of the Order of Heroes, Fjorm to not do this very thing. He didn't care though as somewhere here Leanne was being prisoner. Normally he was only motivated by the promise of gold but for the Heron's he'd admit a soft spot that went beyond what Reyson said was only an attraction to their hair color. He would admit that blondes were certainly more fun though. A glint of something shiny through the tree's caught his eye and he descended a bit to catch a better sight.
He folded his great black wings behind him and alighted on a tree branch as he got a better look. The glint that had caught his eye had come off a singular golden pauldron that was the only hint of rank still upon the stolen Former Prince of Askr, Alfonse. Here in this clearing the lordling had been stripped naked and tightly bound with ropes, rather creatively the devious raven would admit. The ropes forced the limber thing into mid-air splits that allowed the enchanted gloves beneath him perfect access to that hidden valley of pleasure between his tight rear and his painfully stiff cock. They stroked fingers all along in their while the bluenette's hands reached for a key dangling from the same tree branch he was suspended from. His fingertips just barely grazed it as he reached but Naesala wasn't convinced. The scrawled messages on his blushing belly and soles of "TICKLISH PRINCEY TO A GOOD HOME!", "TRY MY TICKLISH BUTT!" and "SAVE ME BEFORE THEY TICKLE MY BICEPS!" was all a bit too...cartoony.
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The man locked eyes with Naesala and he could see the pleas for aid in them. Still, he didn't trust this situation one bit. He eyed ground beneath the lad and with the keen eyes of a bird, laguz could see that it was quite loose. A bit of sweat off Alfonse dripped into it and he saw something down there stir towards the movement.
"Ahh, so that's your game."
The swordsman was nothing but bait on a hook. Quite distressed bait he would admit but Naesala had no intention of being today's catch. He took off back into the sky with a sneer at the pleading man.
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While scanning from above again a glimpse of red caught his eyes. He took himself lower to see a redheaded man with his wrists bound to a tree above his head. Ropes kept the one he recognized as Raven tied to the tree. His bondage was a bit more conservative, with ropes securing his waist, knees, and ankles also to the tree. Unlike the Prince, he'd been afforded a small loincloth that unfortunately did nothing to hide his jutting cock. Naesala touched down gently and saw that the poor pronounced organ seemed to the playground of several fuzzy caterpillars that slid and crawled all along it, seeming to ice-skate in the increasing amount of pre-cum.
There was once again something in the ground but this time it was less concerned with hiding itself. A larger version of the caterpillars rutted in the dirt while wrapping itself lovingly around both of Raven's size 9 feet like it never wanted to let go. Occasionally it would nose it's mandible into the pink toes causing Raven's whole body to jolt. While the natural tickles occurred though there was some magic at work. Velvety soft hands protruded from the tree and ran themselves all along Raven's body. They swirled fingers in his muscled pits, twiddled his nipples too and fro as well as digging into the navel. Despite all of this two of them stayed up at his wrists and kept the swordsman's hands clasped in their own. If Naesala was to guess he'd say that the slightness of the hands suggested them to be simulacra of the ginger's blonde partner.
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Raven finally noticed the raven and mouthed "Help me" as stealthily as he could while more hands emerged and began tracing the movements and lines his neck formed while begging. Naesala considered it as he adopted an exaggerated thinking pose and surveyed the scene before finally speaking.
"Dreadfully sorry but it appears that I can't help you with your problem. The last one was quite an obvious trap and while I don't quite see a trap here. I can't completely discount that it's much a better attempt than the last one. Perhaps if you had some gold for me, I could overlook the risks but quite honestly I can't see where you could be hiding it. Ta-tah and best of luck!"
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With a mighty flap of his wings, he was back in the air looking for the golden locks of the Heron he'd come here to save. He supposed it was a good thing he hadn't found his Leanne yet as she would have insisted on saving that one knowing full well that HE would have to be the one to carry a naked Beorc back to Askr. That girl did vex him so.
His thoughts about his weakness to gold and golden hair vanished as his keen eyes caught a new sight. This one was quite out of place compared to the others. Someone had gone to the trouble of dragging out a long and rather regal looking table to the middle of this clearing. Naesala could say comfortably that it was indeed fit for a king such as him however the menu left something to be desired. In the middle of the sumptuous feast laid out on the table was a blue-haired man who was going through the ordeal of being sampled by almost every dish at the feast. Due to the resemblance to Prince Alfonse, Naesala surmised that this must be the former general of Hel, Lif.
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It certainly made for a sight watching greasy sausages slide themselves along the man's helpless feet, greasy peas roll around his helpless stomach and a pair of raw carrots jam their tips into his ears to start digging for potatoes. Naesala couldn't even come up with a reason to want to stop this one if he wanted to. It was far too entertaining to watch the saucy pasta currently pooling between the man's thighs to stroke up towards his critical mass banana. The bluenette scowled at him but Naesala mimed his hands being tied and shrugged before enjoying the show further with a smirk.
He'd always been fond of tickling since he was a little hatchling and that old crow Naeluchi would use it to keep the saucy little chick in line. He'd grown up greatly enjoying inciting them with his fellow raven's and never letting them know about the growing bulge in his trousers. It wasn't until he'd assumed the throne of Kilvas that he'd found out though that this silly thing he took such pleasure in had a limit and as he took off into the sky to leave Lif to the fine-dining experience he recalled when he'd discovered the power of the Laguz feathers.
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It had been another long and tedious speech from his fellow Bird Laguz King, Tibarn of Phoenicias. The muscle-bound oaf was lecturing about the piracy his people engaged in "without his knowledge" as if the great turkey hadn't done it himself in the past before he'd been wrapped around that Heron Prince's finger. Naesala had finally had enough being talked to like a child and dove atop him. He knew he'd most likely be overpowered but the idea of Tibarn working his 13's with strong fingers till he apologized wasn't quite unappealing. However, the big laguz had bent over backward when his black wings had brushed his sides.
He'd found an unusually blushy and quite weakened Tibarn all too himself for a solid few minutes. He'd played his feathers all along his thick pecs and pronounced abs as he'd extracted information about this. It turns out something about Raven feathers drove Hawks wild. Perhaps it was the oily residue that the stiff plumes were slick with or maybe something about the way they rarely stayed straight and instead seemed to curl about whatever they touched.
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He found it was a thing for Hawks in general rather than just Tibarn himself when the other king's pair of bodyguards decided to intervene. Naesala had quickly had stern Ulki and playful Janaff both curled into their King's sides trying to fend off his attacks weakly. Janaff's keen eyes were teared up and Ulki's legendary ears were an unmissable target. Naesala had to admit though that the way King Tibarn tried to shield his retainers and bring them closer to his chest was admirable. Had he been a better man he might have been touched enough by the show of loyalty to release them. However, he was so tired of being chastised by the muscle-bound sparrow. He'd taken one feather from each of the three as they'd laughed in a pile and tested them along his ear only to find that despite the disgustingly rough bristles of the hawk feathers that they weren't very ticklish to him at all.
So wrapped up with what this meant was Naesala that he had been caught completely unaware when what felt like molten softness was slid behind his pointed ear. The Heron Prince had snuck on him and decided to help with the experiment by freeing his patron and testing how a Heron's feather fit in with one decisive move. Naesala had dropped to his knees at the attack and quickly the Hawk's had been on him. He'd spent quite the enjoyable afternoon there as they'd armed themselves with Prince Reyson's feathers and paid him back tenfold. Despite how his head swam in pleasure as Tibarn had personally painted his 11's with those dangerously fluffy Heron Plumes, Naesala still noticed the reactions that Reyson had when he was accidentally drowned in Hawk Wings.
So interested in the tickling of the Raven were the Hawks that it took them quite a time to notice the frazzled Heron finally getting free and looking as if his nickname should be changed to the Red-Faced Prince. Naesala had audibly whined when Reyson hadn't been able to help with his torment and instead had to sit down and breathe deeply. If that Golden Hair of his had been used as a weapon then...
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So engrossed was he with the performance that the King of Kilvas didn't see a golden-haired shape taking flight and heading towards him until it's slight frame crashed into his smaller back. Before he could react, small hands with manicured nails unbuttoned his blouse and began skittering along his tight stomach. He tried to fly out of the attacker's grip but they kept right up with him due to how little air he had in him due to laughter.
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They zipped about for a bit but without any air, Naesala wasn't going to outrun his assailant. When he tried to shove them away his arms plunged into deep wings made of his one secret weakness. His eyes bulged as the Heron Feathers tickled all along his arms and knuckles. The laughing laguz quickly crashed down and soon those soft little hands were up and skittering all along his washboard chest again.
"Leeeheeanne stahahap! I'm hehere to saahave you!"
"No...save...just...tickle...laugh...cootchie cootchie..."
"Dahahammit girl stahahap this ahaht once!"
"No...laugh more...you...my...tickle bird...sing..."
Naesala bristled at that particular phrase to the point where she was able to steer him into a tree to become entangled in it's branches.
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Naesala wasn't a fool and was well aware of how things worked here. He knew he'd most likely have to deal with a Leanne who'd been broken in to be a tickle freak like all the others who'd been captured. What he'd hoped though is that she wouldn't remember her life from before that. The two had had an "active" lifestyle as a couple and she'd been happily receptive when Naesala had settled on his kink.
She'd always been reticent to really use those fluffy feathers of hers in the devious ways that the Raven would suggest. He'd suggested multiple times to her that what he'd truly love is for her to be aggressive and attack him without warning. However, she'd always horribly telegraphed her advances to the point where a sighing Naesala would pretend to be surprised just so as not to cloud her pretty face with a frown.
He longed for her to do something tricky like hiding feathers in his shoes or tie him up as he slept. Often he'd go to sleep dreaming of a devious look on his Leanne's face as she held one of those deadly Heron feathers inches from his long toes as he tried to plea for her to show him mercy. He wanted her to leap on his lap while he sat on his throne and trace his neck with those damn things. However, when he'd tried suggesting these things to the gentle soul he shared a bed with she would flush in a way that would assure that Naesala could never effectively take the offensive in a tickle war against her when she could just do that and stop him dead.
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When she was captured here Naesala had rushed to save her but had quickly seen the fate of those who rush here. Though being tickled until he was nothing but a chicken tied to a spit "basting" himself was something he'd licked his lips at, he couldn't bear to leave Leanne to such a fate. So he'd waited until word had come of her being seen somewhere. He'd taken off like a shot to the forest where she'd been seen. The Order were fools he realized and their defensive tactics were only good to help whoever they were fighting at this point stock their larder.
Now as he tried to work his way free of the branches and brambles that had shredded his shirt and trousers he feared that he might be the next dish. His wings were all tangled in the sticks and his attempts to shake them free just led to the thin bones beneath the plumes being traced by the twigs. He giggled rather unmasculinely at that which was how the little blonde raptor that had smashed the Laguz into here found him.
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"Leanne darling we've both had our fun now but please do regain your senses quickly. I'd rather the two of us weren't caught in such a compromising position by an actual enemy."
Leanne showed no signs of snapping out of it though as her slight fingers undid Naesala's blouse and threw it open to the elements. Her dinner's lightly muscled chest was right before her and his half-hearted attempts to push her off were just meant with his hands being slapped away. He was hesitant to actually put hands on somebody as slight as Leanne until she locked her lips around his right nipple and began chewing on it. He kicked his legs and laughed from his belly so hard that she wrapped her thin arms around him.
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He could easily shove her off with enough force but he didn't want to hurt the girl firstly and second her pair of fluffy white wings hovered over them like a threatening and very tickly guillotine. Just one Heron feather had led to him being tickled for a solid afternoon but now these Heron wings might lead to him being tickled for life. It made him want to laugh but that might have been Leanne having fun by trying to draw milk from his nipple. He squirmed and tried to gently move those deadly wings away but even touching the material with his fingertips made him snort.
"Mmp...no...*smack*...touch...*slurp*...wings...*smack*...bad...tickle bird..."
Her pretty fingernails had always shined just enough to entice Naesala but now as they danced along the small of his back through his blouse, they excited him as well. His delicate works on her wings were disturbed and he accidentally plunged them into the fluffy hellscape up to the elbow making him buck like a ticklish bronco beneath his songbird.
He had no idea that knuckles could even BE ticklish till now. To the one person watching down below the tree, it made for quite the show.
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The pretty little vulture drove her hands up into his pits and was quick to dig in through his clothes. Every attempt of his to pull his arms down just had her chase those evil nails up his forearms to get them back into her fluffy wings. He tried to twist and throw her off but she held on just by the teeth she had on his poor abused nipple. The handsome avian's composure was gone now and the red on his cheeks contrasted greatly with the blue of his hair escaping his ponytail.
Leanne reared back to apply her lips and blow a sloppy raspbirdy right into her hubby's poor targeted nipple and smirked at the way he went limp beneath her due to laughing out all his air. She sucked more in and blasted another sloppy and drooly raspberry and enjoyed the way the evil Laguz beneath her wheezed. She took but a moment to enjoy his blushing face and chest. That what was all the Raven needed though.
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Naesala slipped his elegant size 11's right out of his boots and pushed them up under the slight girl to shove her off him. The sound of her grunt as he did so, worried him as he did so hope he hadn't hurt her. However, staying here and being her seed bell would help nobody so with a great flap of his wings he took off from the tree to try and regroup and get his wits back. If he could just get enough speed then he'd be easily able to tackle her right out of the sky and carry her back to Askr himself.
Again though, while lost in his thoughts the Raven King missed something so when the magically summoned ravens were on him it was a total shock. The dirty little flew up as close as they could to his bare chest and socked feet to twirl their dirty feathers and peck their sharp beaks. A few even grabbed his wings in their sharp talons. Somehow no matter what they did though it caused him no pain and instead only made him laugh just like he was back in the tree.
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Without the ability to focus it was only a matter of time till once again the airborne man crashed again. This time it was headlong into a bush. He tried to climb his way out but a musical giggle and a flash of white behind him got his attention. He saw a telltale trail of white feathers behind him that told him what kind of sneaky beastie had slipped in with him. He could hear her melodic giggling but just couldn't free of the bush no matter how hard he struggled it was almost...
"Magical? Nyaha!"
A white-haired young man he recognized from pictures of those who'd been taken captive strode forward.
He wielded a pair of feathers that both seemed to be different than anything Naesala had seen before and he twirled them in between his pale fingers. One was a black so dark it seemed to rake in light while the other was a ratty white that stood quite a different than the pristine color of the Herons.
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The strange young man whose name he couldn't quite recall knelt down in the pile of leaves upon his stockinged form. Before Naesala could say a word the little ghoul had seized one of his helpless bare feet by the big toe and was running his cold cheek along it while squeaking and "oohing" rather disturbingly. Once again the King was seized by the urge to just line up a good strong kick into the face of this Beorc. However, after getting past the initial indignities of it, he was beginning to realize how pleasurable the sensation of the lad's cool skin was on his tired foot.
He let himself drift off to a fantasy of this young man under his throne and that cool face of his as a perfect roosting place for his tired talon after a long day. He was quite comfortable in that nice dream with an brainwashed version of his treasure Leanne comfortable in his lap. He let out quite the distasteful squawk however when the real Leanne began tracing figure eights down along the underside of his thighs. He squirmed and tried to stop her but it felt as if there were vines in the bush that had worked their way between his fingers. They were quite slack until he tried to touch his Leanne when they would go quite taut to the point of immobilizing him. Every time it happed Leanne would pause her "painting" and give his helpless palm a big sloppy raspberry as he'd dreamed of. Now however he didn't quite like it as much.
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The biggest part of that was this pale little gremlin currently giving his toes little kisses.
"Doohohyou quite mind?"
"Oooops! Sorry I just kinda got carried away. I mean they're toes! But on a crow! Crow toes Nyahaha! I wish all crows had toes! Or at least the ones who raised me. They could have given me tickles instead of pecks whenever I was A BAD EGG! Nyahaha!"
"Yeehes, yehehes very funny. Do you thihink you could find your way tohoho releasing me young mahahan? I hahahave to get this lihihittle tickle monster bahahack to Askr!"
"Back to Askr? Why then you shoulda flocked with those other boys who were on their way back! I even tied them up, nice and tight so you'd find them and let them go. They sure were mad when you didn' though. Why they were positively RAVEN! NYAHAHA!"
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"Thohohse were clearly trahahaps! You cohouuldn't have expehehc-expeheh-THOUGHT I'D FALL FOR THAT! DAHAHAMMIT LEEAHAHANNE LET ME TAHAHALK!"
"Mmm your kinda right. But your also kinda wrong! Nyaha! One of them was a trap! The other two though I was letting go! You coulda helped them fly the COOP! Nyaha! Instead, you just left them! It's why it took me so long to catch up. After I let those two out they were kinda mad. Heck Raven was gonna drag me back to Ask by the toes until I said I was gonna go play with YOU! Nyaha!"
Henry flicked the ratty looking feather along the undersides of Naesala's curled toes and delighted at the way the whole drumstick tried to flee. He put one hand behind the foot so that it couldn't flee and kept it still so that the King's little curled subjects had nowhere to go as the feather stroked and savaged them. They tried to stay curled but eventually between this attack and Leanne plucking at his blue fuzzed eggs they opened up.
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Henry squealed at the ticklish little hatchlings and worked the dirty feather in between them before adding the other one. This feather seemed to radiate cold from it and despite himself, Naesala grasped his toes around it when it was applied to the little things. The Laguz twisted his body at the feeling but that only opened his thighs up to more soft pecks from the bush monster he'd foolishly married.
"Aww somebody likes this feather! Was it the shine? Princess Eir's pegasus sure is interesting. I've never seen it eat but its feathers are it's best part! They just feel so...FOWL! NYAHA! Like a duck you see.
Ahhh I think that one was a Bad Egg. Nyaha!"
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Less bothered by the puns, Naesala tried to use his other free foot to kick Henry off of him. However, his lash was deftly dodged and instead, a gentle kiss planted right on the offending peet. Despite everything, the blush creeping up on his cheeks over his sneer was the part that Naesala hated the most. The two strange feathers in his toes were driving him wild and the way Leanne had one finger trailing all around his thighs, taint and ass like it was her personal race track was making him want to crow for mercy as well.
"By the gods..." he thought to himself. "His terrible puns are contagious."
Henry bit the king's soft heel and got quite the unmanly squawk as a reward. It earned him a swift kick to the side of the head but all that got was the other foot seized as well to get the occasional caress as Henry continued his fluffy rampage.
It was all too much to bear for the Raven King and mustering up all his strength he finally broke free of the bush and stood up. He dragged Leanne out by the wrist and soon had both her and Henry swept up and pinned down. Both little shits were helpless as he danced his nails all along their stomachs and enjoyed the squeaks and chirps he got from both of them.
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A voice in his head said that he should take his blushing bride and this nuisance of a bird boy along and just take flight now. However, a voice between his legs reminded him about how ticklish Heron Hips were and to see if the mage had the same problem. With only one hand that would take forever and so the other released them. Both dipped down and dug into ticklish hips of his Princess Bride and the Sorcerous Child.
Leanne's laugh was just musical enough to enchant him to not notice Henry's glowing hands until he fired off Dark Magic. Naesala was enveloped in purple smoke and everything went black. Henry's new contraption took form around the King quickly and when it cleared it almost fit in with this idyllic forest clearing.
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A great and almost embarrassingly simplistic birdcage now hung from one rigid branch over this clearing. It was a bit big for parakeets though as instead sitting upon the swing inside it was the king of the Raven's himself. With his wrists loosely bound to either side of the swing by nothing but ribbons that matched his jet black wings, it should be simple for him to get free and break out of a cage constructed of such soft metal as the gold that made up this one. However, the shininess of it had him entranced. He couldn't tear himself away from the gold even as he felt Henry getting more comfortable on the swing behind him and adjusting the ribbons that bound his wings.
His blouse was carefully peeled off of him and tossed aside as the horny little gremlin cooed and snuggled into his bare back between his wings. The only one happier than him was Leanne who was delighted with what she'd gotten. Hanging out of the bottom of the cage were both of Naesala's long and femininely elegant size 11 feet. The little mage's magic had given them a long soak in milk and dumped a variety of different kinds of seeds and nuts over them.
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Humiliating as it was had Naesala seen another bird laguz in this exact situation right down to having his ticklish feet turned into a seed bell? He would have laughed as well. Probably not as hard as right now while Henry skated his fingers all along his chest and forearms while watching his reactions for weak spots well like a...hawk.
It really ramped up though when his lady love decided to begin pecking at the seedy man's now matching toes. She used her tongue to get between them and begin working her way to get all her favorites off Naesala's ticklish peds. He begged and squealed while Henry snuffled that damn little nose of his up and down the King's side. He squawked and cawed while his wife took long and loving licks up his long and loveable soles. Most embarrassingly to him was when Henry reached over between his legs to give his eggs a squeeze and make him chirp.
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"Oooh, a bird's nest! Nyahaha!"
Despite himself, the Kinkiest King of Kilvas actually laughed at that one through his frantic laughter. Henry and Leanne couldn't tell and he was actually kind of happy about that. Despite all of it though his tear-filled eyes refused to leave those glittering gold bars of his gilded cage. Henry gave his songbird's no0000pw messy blue hair a tussle and wondered how long it would take to teach him new songs. Mainly though he wondered if he could fit on this swing too so that he and his new crow buddy could get ravaged back to back by both their lovely ladies.
Him daydreaming made him miss Naesala make a mess in his hand and it wasn't until he felt the warm stickiness between his fingers that he realized it.
"Oh! Nyahaha! I guess technically you just laid an egg!" I missed it though... I used to see the crows lay eggs all the time. Guess we'll just have to go again! Now let's see..."
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Henry reached around and secured both his hands on each of Naesala's ticklish nipples before miming adjusting the birdman's ticklish nubs as if they were dials. However, Naesala was far more interested in what the other end of the little monster was up to. Henry's clothen mage shoes lay discarded at the bottom of the cage. Now his pale feet wiggled their toes as they approached the king's sticky perch. They were still clad in the same stockings-esque material that the mage's entire body was wrapped in beneath his cloak. It was actually a very soft material Naesala had to admit as they clasped his cock in between them.
It almost seemed as if encasing oneself in a body sock as Henry did was solely for the purposes of tickling and as he preferred BEING tickled. The crow king tried his best to deny the cum that the evil little fellow wanted to see but eventually, he made rope like an animal and sagged in his bonds while the crow kissed all along his neck.
"Awww see? That wasn't so bad. You acted like this was gonna be a MURDER! Nyahaha! A strong guy like you could have flown the coop anytime you wanted but instead your picking the domestic life huh? Oooh, I'm so happy I could die! Nyahaha! Oh, we can have double dates! Nyahaha we'll never stop smiling..."
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Whatever Henry was saying was getting further and further sounding away. Throughout his whole milking, the King's feet had been under a wet and wild siege by his darling wife who now was using her long nails to pluck seeds off them and snack while idly scratching along whatever free skin she could find on her lovely new seed bell.
It had always tickled like the dickens but now combined with the bird's post-orgasm sensitivity it was mind-melting. Had his wrists not been bound he would have slumped right off this perch and into a heap. His eyes fluttered closed and he slipped into unconsciousness as Henry kept on going on about what would happen at the castle. He had to admit, A bath did sound nice right now.
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The princess of Serene's forest snuggled up to her restrained husband's form. He'd been tied down to the bed the happy couple had been granted in the castle by his own request. It had seemed like years since he'd been the catch of the day what with all the fun they'd been having but in reality, it had been a little under a weak since Naesala's resistance had been scrubbed away in the baths.
The only scraps of clothing on him were a pair of elegant black dress stockings and a silken blindfold. His wifey had them both the way he liked them too. Warmed up and stuffed with her own fluffy and wicked feathers. She flexed her wings as she checked that her conniving kings were securely bound but still comfortable. She dipped a finger into his navel and enjoyed how he jerked about until she heard a knocking upon their chamber door.
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It was opened to the sight of her favorite flame-haired cavalier, Sully and her gasping and quite red little hubby thrown over a shoulder.
"You didn't forget about our dastard boy's playdate did you, Princess? This cuties been a bundle of energy all day just waiting to get to play with the crow."
"Nya..haha I can certainly do with a little bit of rest though. But if you want me to keep going what can I really do but get my tickles?"
"Mmmhmm that's right. Don't think I didn't notice the slobber between my toes when I woke up you dratted little monster. I know you didn't get much sleep last night."
"King...playdate...yay! Him...need friends...and me...want to...play game...you...show me...last time?"
"Blast Princess I'd hoped you would have forgotten that. You were hells better at piggies than I could have expected."
"Win piggies...keep piggies...those were rules....want my...piggies!"
"Gaah! Are you sure Heron's aren't birds of prey? Fine, let's just get the boy's secured then we can play."
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After a bit of fumbling, Sully was tackled to the ground by the petite Birdette and stripped of her boots. Her booming laughter seemed to shake the bed but in reality, it was both the crows. Naesala had a face full of Henry's lily-white cock to the point he could see the little red veins running along the organ. He knew he'd have to act fast as though Henry had been essentially hogtied by their blushing brides.
They had taken special effort to make sure that Henry's fiendish little hands and feet were both positioned perfectly to dig into his hips and squeeze him all night despite how the little mage had essentially been twisted into the shape of a bow. He licked his lips and got ready to strike with pecks at the already leaking cock. He'd yet to lose one of their playdates yet.
He folded his great black wings behind him and alighted on a tree branch as he scanned over the scenery. That glint that had seemingly reflected off a singular golden pauldron. Taken aback at the sight before him, Naesala saw it was the only hint of rank still adorning the stolen Former Prince of Askr, Alfonse. Here in this clearing the lordling had been stripped naked and tightly bound with ropes, rather creatively the devious raven had to admit. The ropes forced the limber thing into mid-air splits that allowed a pair of enchanted gloves beneath him total access to that hidden valley of pleasure between his tight rear and painfully stiff cock. They stroked their fingers all along the soft skin while the bluenette's hands reached for a key dangling from the same tree branch he was suspended from. Even as fingertips just barely grazed it as he reached in desperation, Naesala wasn't convinced. The scrawled messages on his blushing belly and soles reading "TICKLISH PRINCEY TO A GOOD HOME!", "TRY MY TICKLISH BUTT!" and "SAVE ME BEFORE THEY TICKLE MY BICEPS!" were all a bit too...cartoony.
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The man locked eyes with Naesala and the crow could see pleas for aid behind those teary orbs. Still, the cynical king didn't trust this situation one bit. He eyed the ground beneath the lad, and with the keen eyes of a bird laguz could see the earth had been loosened quite a bit. A bead of sweat from Alfonse’s brow dripped onto it and he saw something under the ground stirring towards the movement.
"Ahh so that's your game."
The nude swordsman was nothing but live bait on a hook. Quite distressed admittedly, but Naesala had no intention of being today's catch. Spreading his dark wings he took off back into the sky with a sneer at the pleading man.
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While scanning from above again a glimpse of crimson caught his eyes. He let the warm midday winds carry him lower as he spotted a redheaded man with his wrists bound to a tree above his head. Ropes kept the mercenary Naesala recognized as Raven tied to the tree. His bondage was a bit more conservative than the prince’s with ropes securing his waist, knees, and ankles to the tree. Unlike the Alphonse he'd been afforded a small loincloth that unfortunately did nothing to hide his jutting cock. Naesala touched down gently and saw that the poor pronounced organ had become a playground for several fuzzy caterpillars that slid and crawled all along it, practically ice-skating across the increasing flow of pre-cum.
There was yet again something burrowing in the ground, but this time it was less concerned with hiding itself. A larger version of the caterpillars rutted in the dirt while wrapping itself lovingly around both of Raven's size 9 feet like it never wanted to let go. Occasionally it would nose its mandible into the pink toes and cause Raven's whole body to jolt. While there was plenty of natural tickles occurring, there also seemed to be some magic at work. Velvety-soft hands protruded from the trunk of the tree and ran themselves all along Raven's body. They swirled fingers in his muscled pits, twiddling his nipples to-and-fro as well as digging into his navel. Through all of this two of the hands stayed up near his wrists and kept the swordsman's hands clasped in their own. If Naesala was to guess, the slightness of those monkish hands suggested they were in fact simulacra of the ginger's blonde partner.
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Raven finally noticed the raven and mouthed "Help me" as stealthily as he could while more hands emerged and began tracing the movements and lines his neck formed while begging. Naesala actually considered it for a moment, adopting an exaggerated thinking pose and surveying the scene before finally speaking.
"Dreadfully sorry but it appears that I can't help you with your problem. The last one was quite an obvious trap and, while I don't quite see a trap here, I can't completely discount that it's much a better attempt than the last one. Perhaps if you had some gold for me I could overlook the risks...but quite honestly I can't see where you could be hiding it. Ta-tah and best of luck!"
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With a mighty flap of his wings he was back in the air to continue his search for the golden locks of the Heron he'd come here to save. He supposed it was a good thing he hadn't found his Leanne yet as she would have insisted on saving that one, knowing full well that HE would have to be the one to carry a naked Beorc back to Askr. That girl did vex him so.
His thoughts about his golden weakness (both the precious metal AND the hair) subsided as his keen eyes caught a new sight. This one was quite out of place compared to the others. Someone had gone to the trouble of dragging out a long and rather regal-looking table to the middle of this clearing. Naesala could comfortably say that it was indeed fit for a king such as him, however the current “menu” left something to be desired. Laid out in the middle of a sumptuous feast on was another blue-haired man who was currently being sampled by almost every dish on the table. Noting the resemblance to Prince Alfonse, Naesala surmised that this poor man-turned-meal must be the former general of Hel, Lif.
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It certainly made quite the sight watching greasy sausages slide themselves along the man's helpless feet while greasy peas rolled around his helpless stomach, even a pair of raw carrots jamming their tips into his ears to start digging for potatoes. Naesala couldn't come up with a reason to want to end this torture even if he wanted to. It was far too entertaining to watch the saucy pasta currently pooling between the man's thighs to stroke up towards his critical-mass banana. The bluenette scowled at him but Naesala mimed his hands being tied and shrugged before enjoying the show further with a smirk.
The King of Kilvas had always been fond of tickling since he his hatchling days when that old crow Naeluchi would use it to keep the saucy little chick in line. He'd grown up finding profound enjoyment in inciting tickles amongst his fellow ravens and never letting them know about the growing bulge in his trousers. It wasn't until after he’d assumed the throne of Kilvas that he realized this mundane pleasure of his did in fact have a limit, and as he took off yet again to leave Lif to his fine-dining experience the raven recalled the time he'd first discovered the power of Laguz feathers.
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It had been another long and tedious speech from his fellow Bird Laguz King, Tibarn of Phoenicias. The muscle-bound oaf was lecturing Naesala about the piracy his people had engaged in "without his knowledge", as if the great turkey hadn't done it himself in the past before being wrapped around that Heron prince's finger. Naesala had finally had enough of being talked to like a child and dove atop the bigger bird. He knew he'd most likely be overpowered but honestly the idea of Tibarn’s strong fingers working his 13s til he apologized wasn't that unappealing. To his surprise however, the muscled laguz had immediately bent over backwards when those black raven wings had brushed his sides.
He'd found an unusually blushy and weakened Tibarn all too himself for a solid few minutes. The snide ruler played his feathers all along those thick pecs and pronounced abs as he'd extracted more information about this turn of events. As it turned out, there was something about Raven feathers specifically that drove Hawks’ senses wild. Perhaps it was the oily residue that the stiff plumes were slick with, or maybe something about the way they rarely stayed straight and instead seemded to curl about whatever they touched.
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He later found this was a thing for Hawks in general, rather than just Tibarn himself, when the other king's pair of bodyguards attempted to intervene. Naesala had quickly reduced the stern Ulki and playful Janaff into giggling chicks, both curling into their King's sides as they weakly fended off his attacks. Janaff's keen eyes teared up with laughter and Ulki's legendary ears were unavoidable targets. Naesala was almost impressed with the way King Tibarn tried to shield his retainers and bring them closer to his chest. Had he been a better man he may have been touched enough by the admirable show of loyalty to spare them. However he was so tired of being chastised by the muscle-bound sparrow. He'd taken one feather from each of the three as they laughed in a pile and tested them along his own ear only to find, that despite the disgustingly rough bristles of the hawk feathers, they weren't very ticklish to him at all.
So preoccupied had Naesala been with this realization that he had been caught completely off guard by what felt like a molten softness sliding behind his pointed ear. The Heron Prince Reyson had snuck in seemingly from nowhere having decided to “assist” with this expiriment. The blond’s first order of business had been freeing his muscly patron, and the second involved testing how a Heron's feather compared with a Hawk’s. Naesala's knees had gone weak at the attack and immediately the Hawk trio had pounced on him. The brunette spent quite an enjoyable afternoon thereafter as they'd armed themselves with Prince Reyson's feathers and paid him back tenfold. Despite how his head swam with pleasure as Tibarn had personally painted his 11's with those dangerously fluffy Heron Plumes, Naesala still noticed the reactions that Reyson had when he was accidentally drowned in Hawk Wings.
The Hawks had become so preoccupied with the tickling of the snickering Raven were that it took them quite a bit to notice the frazzled Heron finally getting free and looking as if his nickname should be changed to the Red-Faced Prince. Naesala had audibly whined when Reyson hadn't been able to help with his torment and instead had to sit down and breathe deeply. If that Golden Hair of his had been used as a weapon then...
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So engrossed was he with the current performance that the King of Kilvas didn't even notice the golden-haired shape taking flight towards him until its petite frame crashed into the small of his back. Before he could react, small hands with manicured nails unbuttoned his blouse and began skittering along his tight stomach. He tried to fly out of the attacker’s grip but they kept pace with him due to how breathless his unbridled laughter left him.
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They zipped about erratically for a while but Naesala wasn't going to outrun his assailant without any air. As he tried to shove them away, his arms plunged themselves into deep wings made of his one secret weakness. His eyes bulged as Heron Feathers tickled all along his arms and knuckles. The laughing laguz quickly crashed down in an unbecoming heap, and soon those soft little hands took to skittering all along his chiseled chest again.
"Leeeheeanne stahahap! I'm hehere to saahave you!"
"No...save...just...tickle...laugh...cootchie cootchie..."
"Dahahammit girl stahahap this ahaht once!"
"No...laugh more...you...my...tickle bird...sing..."
Naesala bristled at that particular phrase to the point where she was able to steer him into a tree, entangling her lover in its branches.
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Naesala wasn't a fool and was well aware of how things worked here. He knew he'd most likely have to deal with a Leanne who'd been broken and warped into a tickle freak like all the others who'd been captured. What he hoped though was that she wouldn't remember her life from before that. The two had had an "active" lifestyle as a couple and she'd been happily receptive when Naesala had settled on his kink.
She'd always been reticent to really use those fluffy feathers of hers in the devious ways that the Raven would propose. He'd suggested multiple times to her that what he'd truly love is for her to be aggressive and attack him without warning. However she'd always horribly telegraphed her advances to the point where a sighing Naesala would pretend to be surprised just so as not to cloud her pretty face with a frown.
He longed for her to do something tricky, like hide feathers in his shoes or tie him up as he slept. Often he'd go to sleep dreaming of a devious look on his Leanne's face as she held one of those deadly Heron feathers inches from his long toes, all while he laid there and plea for her to be merciful. Naesala wanted her to leap onto his lap while he sat on his throne and trace his neck with those damn things. However, when he'd tried suggesting these things to the gentle soul he shared a bed with, she would flush in a way that would assure that Naesala could never effectively take the offensive in a tickle war against her when she could just do that and stop him dead.
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When she was captured here in Askr, Naesala had rushed to save her but had quickly seen the fate of those who don’t heed caution in these lands. While the thought of being tickle tortured until he was nothing but a squawking chicken, tied naked to a spit and “basting" himself over and over, left him turned on and licking his lips...he couldn't bear dooming Leanne to such a fate. And so he had waited until reliable word of her being spotted somewhere had arrived. The dark-haired king had taken off like a shot into the forest where she'd been seen. The Order were fools he realized and their defensive tactics only served to aid their enemies in stocking their larder.
Now as he tried to work his way free of the branches and brambles that had shredded his shirt and trousers, Naesala feared that he might be the next dish. His wings were all tangled in the sticks and his attempts to shake them free just led to the thin bones beneath the plumes being traced by the twigs. He giggled rather effeminately at that which was how the little blonde raptor that had smashed the Laguz into here found him.
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"Leanne darling, we've both had our fun now but please; do regain your senses quickly. I'd prefer the two of us weren't caught in such a compromising position by an actual enemy."
Leanne showed no signs of snapping out of her trance as her thin fingers undid Naesala's blouse and threw it open to the elements. Her dinner's lightly-muscled chest was now displayed before her, and his half-hearted attempts to push her off were met with his hands being casually slapped away. He was hesitant to actually put hands on somebody as slight as Leanne, that is until she locked her lips around his right nipple and began chewing on it. He kicked his legs and laughed from his belly so hard that she wrapped her thin arms around him to keep him locked in place.
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He could easily shove her off with enough force but he didn't want to hurt the girl firstly, and secondly her pair of fluffy white wings hovered over them both like a threatening — and very tickly — guillotine. Just one Heron Feather had led to him being tickled for a solid afternoon, but now these Heron Wings might sentence him to being tickled for life. The thought alone made him want to laugh, though that might have just been Leanne having fun by trying to suckle milk from his nipple. He squirmed and tried to gently move those deadly wings away, but even touching the material with his fingertips made him snort.
"Mmp...no...*smack*...touch...*slurp*...wings...*smack*...bad...tickle bird..."
Her pretty fingernails had always shined just enough to entice Naesala, but now as they danced along the small of his back through his blouse they excited him as well. His delicate fingering on her wings was disturbed and he accidentally plunged them into the fluffy hellscape all the way up to his elbow making, immediately making the Raven buck like a ticklish bronco beneath his songbird.
He had no ideas that one’s knuckles could even BE ticklish until now. To anyone watching this pitiful display playing out at the base of this tree, it must have made for quite the show.
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The pretty little lark drove her hands up into his pits and was quick to dig in through his clothes. Every attempt of his to pull his arms down just made her dart those evil nails up his forearms to get them back into her fluffy wings. He tried to twist and throw her off but she held on just by the teeth she had on his abused nipple. The handsome avian's composure was gone now and the red on his cheeks contrasted greatly with the blue-black hair escaping his ponytail.
Leanne reared back to apply her lips and blow a sloppy raspbirdy right into her hubby's poor titty and smirked at the way he went limp under her due to laughing out all his air. She sucked in once more and blasted another sloppy and drooly raspberry, taking blissful enjoyment in the way the amoral Laguz beneath her wheezed and guffawed. She took but a moment to relish in his blushing face and chest; that what was all the Raven needed though.
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Naesala slipped his elegant size 11s right out of his boots and lifted them up under the slight girl to shove her off him. The soft grunt she let out worried him as he did so hope he hadn't hurt her. However staying here and being her seed bell wouldn’t help anyone so with a great flap of his wings he took off from the tree to try and get his wits back. If he could just get enough speed then he'd be easily able to tackle her right out of the sky and carry her back to Askr himself.
In his haste however the Raven King’s sense of perception had failed him, so when a murder of magically-summoned ravens descended upon him it was a total shock. The dirty little things flew up as close as they could to his bare chest and socked feet to twirl oily feathers and peck their sharp beaks. A few even grabbed his wings in their sharp talons. Somehow no matter what they did though it caused him no pain, instead only making him laugh as hard as he had back at the tree.
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Unable to focus at all it was only a matter of time before, once again, the airborne man crashed in a cloud of dirt and feathers; though this time it was headlong into a bush. He tried to climb his way out but a musical giggle and a flash of white behind him got his attention. He saw the telltale trail of white feathers behind him that told him what kind of sneaky beastie had slipped in beside him. He could hear her melodic giggling but couldn't wrestle free from the greenery no matter how hard he struggled. It was almost..
"Magical? Nyaha!"
A white-haired young man whom he recognized from pictures of those who'd taken captive jovially strode forward.
He wielded a pair of feathers that both seemed different from anything Naesala had seen before, twirling them cheekily between his pale fingers. One was a shade of black so dark it seemed to rake in light, while the other was a rather ratty shade of white quite different from the pristine color of the Herons’.
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The strange young man whose name he couldn't quite recall knelt down in the pile of leaves upon his stockinged form. Before Naesala could say a word the little ghoul had seized one of his helpless barefeet by the big toe and was running his cold cheek along it while squeaking and "oohing" rather disturbingly. Once again the King was seized by the urge to just line up a good, strong kick into the face of this Beorc. After getting past the initial indignities of it however, he was beginning to realize how pleasurable the sensation of the lad’s cool skin was on his tired foot.
He let himself drift off to a fantasy of this young man under his throne and that cool face of his as a perfect roosting place for his tired talons after a long day. He was quite comfortable in that nice dream with a brainwashed version of his treasured Leanne comfortable in his lap. He let out quite the distasteful squawk however when the real Leanne began tracing figure eights down along the underside of his thighs. He squirmed and tried to stop her, but it felt as if there were bristly vines in the bush that had worked their way between his fingers. They were quite slack until he tried to touch his Leanne, then they would immediately go taut to the point of immobilizing him. Everytime it happed Leanne would pause her "painting" and give his helpless palm a big sloppy raspberry just like he'd dreamed of. Now however he didn't quite like it as much.
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The biggest part of that was this pale little gremlin currently giving his toes little kisses.
"Doohohyou quite mind?"
"Oooops! Sorry I just kinda got carried away. I mean, they're toes! But on a crow! Crow Toes Nyahaha! I wish all crows had toes! Or at least the ones who raised me. They could have given me tickles instead of pecks whenever I was a...BAD EGG! Nyahaha!"
"Yeehes, yehehes verry funny. Do you thihink you could find your way tohoho releasing me young mahahan? I hahahave to get this lihihittle tickle monster bahahack to Askr!"
"Back to Askr? Why then you shoulda flocked with those other boys who were on their way back! I even tied them up nice and tight so you'd find them and let them go. They sure were mad when you didn't though. Why, they were positively RAVEN! NYAHAHA!"
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"Thohohse were clearly trahahaps! You cohouuldn't have expehehc-expeheh-THOUGHT I'D FALL FOR THAT! DAHAHAMMIT LEEAHAHANNE LET ME TAHAHALK!"
"Mmm you’re kinda right. But you’re also kinda wrong! Nyaha! Only one of them was a trap, the other two though I was letting go! You coulda helped them fly the COOP! Nyaha! Instead you just left them! It's why it took me so long to catch up. After I let those two out they were kinda mad. Heck, Raven was gonna drag me back to Askr by the toes until I said I was gonna go play with YOU! Nyaha!"
Henry flicked the rattylooking feather along the undersides of Naesala's curled toes and delighted at the way the whole drumstick tried to flee. He put one hand behind the foot so that it couldn't flee and kept it still so that the King's little curled subjects had nowhere to go as the feather stroked and savaged them. They tried to stay curled but eventually between this attack and Leanne plucking at his blue fuzzed eggs they opened up.
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Henry squealed at the ticklish little hatchlings and worked the dirty feather in between them before adding the other one. This feather seemed to radiate cold from it and despite himself Naesala grasped his toes around it when it was applied to the little things. The Laguz twisted his body at the feeling but that only opened his thighs up to more soft pecks from the bush monster he'd foolishly married.
"Aww somebody likes this feather! Was it the shine? Princess Eir's pegasus sure is interesting. I've never seen it eat but it's feathers are it's best part! They just feel so...FOWL! NYAHA! Like a duck you see.
Ahhh I think that one was a Bad Egg. Nyaha!"
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Less bothered by the puns, Naesala tried to use his other free foot to kick Henry off of him. However his lash was deftly dodged and instead a gentle kiss planted right on the offending peet. Despite everything the blush creeping up on his cheeks over his sneer was the part that Naesala hated the most. The two strange feathers in his toes were driving him wild and the way Leanne had one finger trailing all around his thighs, taint and ass like it was her personal race track was making him want to crow for mercy as well.
"By the gods..." he thought to himself. "His terrible puns are contagious."
Henry bit the king's soft heel and got quite the unmanly squawk as a reward. It earned him a swift kick to the side of the head but all that got was the other foot seized as well to get the occasional caress as Henry continued his fluffy rampage.
It was all too much to bear for the Raven King and mustering up all his strength he finally broke free of the bush and stood up. He dragged Leanne out by the wrist and soon had both her and Henry swept up and pinned down. Both little shits were helpless as he danced his nails all along their stomachs and enjoyed the squeaks and chirps he got from both of them.
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A voice in his head said that he should take his blushing bride and this nuisance of a bird boy along and just take flight now. However, a voice between his legs reminded him about how ticklish Heron Hips were and to see if the mage had the same problem. With only one hand that would take forever and so the other released them. Both dipped down and dug into ticklish hips of his Princess Bride and the Sorcerous Child.
Leanne's laugh was just musical enough to enchant him to not notice Henry's glowing hands until he fired off Dark Magic. Naesala was enveloped in purple smoke and everything went black. Henry's new contraption took form around the King quickly and when it cleared it almost fit in with this idyllic forest clearing.
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A great and almost embarrassingly simplistic birdcage now hung from one rigid branch over this clearing. It was a bit big for parakeets though as instead sitting upon the swing inside it was the king of the Raven's himself. With his wrists loosely bound to either side of the swing by nothing but ribbons that matched his jet black wings, it should be simple for him to get free and break out of a cage constructed of such soft metal as the gold that made up this one. However, the shininess of it had him entranced. He couldn't tear himself away from the gold even as he felt Henry getting more comfortable on the swing behind him and adjusting the ribbons that bound his wings.
His blouse was carefully peeled off of him and tossed aside as the horny little gremlin cooed and snuggled into his bare back between his wings. The only one happier than him was Leanne who was delighted with what she'd gotten. Hanging out of the bottom of the cage were both of Naesala's long and femininely elegant size 11 feet. The little mage's magic had given them a long soak in milk and dumped a variety of different kinds of seeds and nuts over them.
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Humiliating as it was, had Naesala seen another bird laguz in this exact situation - right down to having his ticklish feet turned into a seed bell - he would have laughed as well. Probably not as hard as he was right now while Henry skated his fingers all along his chest and forearms while watching his reactions for weak spots like a...well like a hawk.
It really ramped up though when his lady love began pecking at the seedy man's now matching toes. She used her tongue to get between them and begin working her way to get all her favorites off Naesala's ticklish peds. He begged and squealed while Henry snuffled that damn little nose of his up and down the King's side. He squawked and cawed while his wife took long and loving licks up his long and loveable soles. Most embarrassingly to him was when Henry reached over between his legs to give his eggs a squeeze and make him chirp.
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"Oooh, a bird's nest! Nyahaha!"
Despite himself, the Kinkiest King of Kilvas actually laughed at that one through his frantic cackling. Henry and Leanne couldn't tell and he was actually kind of happy about that. Despite all of it though his tear-filled eyes refused to leave those glittering gold bars of his gilded cage. Henry gave his songbird's now messy blue hair a tussle and wondered how long it would take to teach him new songs. Mainly though he wondered if he could fit on this swing too so that he and his new crow buddy could get ravaged back-to-back by both of their lovely ladies.
His daydreaming made him miss Naesala making quite a mess in his hand, and it wasn't until he felt the warm stickiness between his fingers that he realized it.
"Oh! Nyahaha! I guess technically you just ‘laid an egg’! I missed it though... I used to see the crows lay eggs all the time. Guess we'll just have to go again! Now let's see..."
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Henry reached around and secured both his hands on each of Naesala's ticklish nipples before miming adjusting the birdman's ticklish nubs as if they were dials. However, Naesala was far more interested in what the other end of the little monster was up to. Henry's clothen mage shoes lay discarded at the bottom of the cage. Now his pale feet wiggled their toes as they approached the king's sticky perch. They were still clad in the same stockings-esque material that the mage's entire body was wrapped in beneath his cloak. It was actually a very soft material Naesala had to admit as they clasped his cock in between them.
It almost seemed as if encasing oneself in a body sock as Henry did was solely for the purposes of tickling and as he preferred BEING tickled. The crow king tried his best to deny the cum that the evil little fellow wanted to see, but eventually he made rope like an animal and sagged in his bonds while the crow kissed all along his neck.
"Awww see? That wasn't so bad. You acted like this was gonna be a MURDER! Nyahaha! A strong guy like you could have flown the coop anytime you wanted but instead you’re picking the domestic life huh? Oooh, I'm so happy I could die! Nyahaha! Oh, we can have double dates! Nyahaha we'll never stop smiling..."
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Whatever Henry was saying was getting further and further sounding away. Throughout his whole milking, the King's feet had been under a wet and wild siege by his darling wife who now was using her long nails to pluck seeds off them and snack while idly scratching along whatever free skin she could find on her lovely new seed bell.
It had always tickled like the dickens but now combined with the bird's post-orgasm sensitivity it was a mind-melting sensation. Had his wrists not been bound he would have slumped right off this perch and into a heap. His eyes fluttered closed and he slipped into unconsciousness as Henry kept on going on about what would happen at the castle. He had to admit, a bath did sound nice right now.
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The princess of Serene's forest snuggled up to her restrained husband's form. He'd been tied down to the bed that the happy couple had been granted in the castle at his own request. It had seemed like years since he'd been the catch of the day, what with all the fun they'd been having, but in reality it had been a little under a week since Naesala's resistance had been scrubbed away in the baths.
The only scraps of clothing on him were a pair of elegant black dress stockings and a silken blindfold. His wifey had them both the way he liked them too: warmed up and stuffed with her own fluffy and wicked feathers. She flexed her wings as she checked that her conniving king’s were securely bound but still comfortable. She dipped a finger into his navel and enjoyed how he jerked about until she heard a knocking upon their chamber door.
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It was opened to the sight of her favorite flame-haired cavalier Sully, followed by her gasping and quite red little hubby thrown over a shoulder.
"You didn't forget about our dastard boy's playdate did you, Princess? This cutie’s been a bundle of energy all day just waiting to get to play with the crow."
"Nya..haha I can certainly do with a little bit of rest though. But if you want me to keep going what can I really do but get my tickles?"
"Mmmhmm that's right. Don't think I didn't notice the slobber between my toes when I woke up you dratted little monster. I know you didn't get much sleep last night."
"King...playdate...yay! Him...need friends...and me...want to...play game...you...show me...last time?"
"Blast Princess I'd hoped you would have forgotten that. You were hells better at piggies than I could have expected."
"Win piggies...keep piggies...those were rules....want my...piggies!"
"Gaah! Are you sure Heron's aren't birds of prey? Fine, let's just get the boys secured then we can play."
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After a bit of fumbling, Sully was tackled to the ground by the petite Birdette and stripped of her boots. Her booming laughter seemed to shake the bed but in reality, it was both the crows. Naesala had a face full of Henry's lily-white cock to the point he could see the little red veins running along the organ. He knew he'd have to act fast as though Henry had been essentially hogtied by their blushing brides.
They had taken special effort to make sure that Henry's fiendish little hands and feet were both positioned perfectly to dig into his hips and squeeze him all night despite how the little mage had essentially been twisted into the shape of a bow. He licked his lips and got ready to strike with pecks at the already leaking cock. He'd yet to lose one of their playdates yet.
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Rockraverinfection said the following:
The King of Kilvas kept his eyes peeled as he soared over enemy lands. He'd been warned repeatedly by the acting commander of the Order of Heroes, Fjorm to not do this very thing. He didn't care though as somewhere here Leanne was being prisoner. Normally he was only motivated by the promise of gold but for the Heron's he'd admit a soft spot that went beyond what Reyson said was only an attraction to their hair color. He would admit that blondes were certainly more fun though. A glint of something shiny through the tree's caught his eye and he descended a bit to catch a better sight.
He folded his great black wings behind him and alighted on a tree branch as he got a better look. The glint that had caught his eye had come off a singular golden pauldron that was the only hint of rank still upon the stolen Former Prince of Askr, Alfonse. Here in this clearing the lordling had been stripped naked and tightly bound with ropes, rather creatively the devious raven would admit. The ropes forced the limber thing into mid-air splits that allowed the enchanted gloves beneath him perfect access to that hidden valley of pleasure between his tight rear and his painfully stiff cock. They stroked fingers all along in their while the bluenette's hands reached for a key dangling from the same tree branch he was suspended from. His fingertips just barely grazed it as he reached but Naesala wasn't convinced. The scrawled messages on his blushing belly and soles of "TICKLISH PRINCEY TO A GOOD HOME!", "TRY MY TICKLISH BUTT!" and "SAVE ME BEFORE THEY TICKLE MY BICEPS!" was all a bit too...cartoony.
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The man locked eyes with Naesala and he could see the pleas for aid in them. Still, he didn't trust this situation one bit. He eyed ground beneath the lad and with the keen eyes of a bird, laguz could see that it was quite loose. A bit of sweat off Alfonse dripped into it and he saw something down there stir towards the movement.
"Ahh, so that's your game."
The swordsman was nothing but bait on a hook. Quite distressed bait he would admit but Naesala had no intention of being today's catch. He took off back into the sky with a sneer at the pleading man.
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While scanning from above again a glimpse of red caught his eyes. He took himself lower to see a redheaded man with his wrists bound to a tree above his head. Ropes kept the one he recognized as Raven tied to the tree. His bondage was a bit more conservative, with ropes securing his waist, knees, and ankles also to the tree. Unlike the Prince, he'd been afforded a small loincloth that unfortunately did nothing to hide his jutting cock. Naesala touched down gently and saw that the poor pronounced organ seemed to the playground of several fuzzy caterpillars that slid and crawled all along it, seeming to ice-skate in the increasing amount of pre-cum.
There was once again something in the ground but this time it was less concerned with hiding itself. A larger version of the caterpillars rutted in the dirt while wrapping itself lovingly around both of Raven's size 9 feet like it never wanted to let go. Occasionally it would nose it's mandible into the pink toes causing Raven's whole body to jolt. While the natural tickles occurred though there was some magic at work. Velvety soft hands protruded from the tree and ran themselves all along Raven's body. They swirled fingers in his muscled pits, twiddled his nipples too and fro as well as digging into the navel. Despite all of this two of them stayed up at his wrists and kept the swordsman's hands clasped in their own. If Naesala was to guess he'd say that the slightness of the hands suggested them to be simulacra of the ginger's blonde partner.
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Raven finally noticed the raven and mouthed "Help me" as stealthily as he could while more hands emerged and began tracing the movements and lines his neck formed while begging. Naesala considered it as he adopted an exaggerated thinking pose and surveyed the scene before finally speaking.
"Dreadfully sorry but it appears that I can't help you with your problem. The last one was quite an obvious trap and while I don't quite see a trap here. I can't completely discount that it's much a better attempt than the last one. Perhaps if you had some gold for me, I could overlook the risks but quite honestly I can't see where you could be hiding it. Ta-tah and best of luck!"
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With a mighty flap of his wings, he was back in the air looking for the golden locks of the Heron he'd come here to save. He supposed it was a good thing he hadn't found his Leanne yet as she would have insisted on saving that one knowing full well that HE would have to be the one to carry a naked Beorc back to Askr. That girl did vex him so.
His thoughts about his weakness to gold and golden hair vanished as his keen eyes caught a new sight. This one was quite out of place compared to the others. Someone had gone to the trouble of dragging out a long and rather regal looking table to the middle of this clearing. Naesala could say comfortably that it was indeed fit for a king such as him however the menu left something to be desired. In the middle of the sumptuous feast laid out on the table was a blue-haired man who was going through the ordeal of being sampled by almost every dish at the feast. Due to the resemblance to Prince Alfonse, Naesala surmised that this must be the former general of Hel, Lif.
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It certainly made for a sight watching greasy sausages slide themselves along the man's helpless feet, greasy peas roll around his helpless stomach and a pair of raw carrots jam their tips into his ears to start digging for potatoes. Naesala couldn't even come up with a reason to want to stop this one if he wanted to. It was far too entertaining to watch the saucy pasta currently pooling between the man's thighs to stroke up towards his critical mass banana. The bluenette scowled at him but Naesala mimed his hands being tied and shrugged before enjoying the show further with a smirk.
He'd always been fond of tickling since he was a little hatchling and that old crow Naeluchi would use it to keep the saucy little chick in line. He'd grown up greatly enjoying inciting them with his fellow raven's and never letting them know about the growing bulge in his trousers. It wasn't until he'd assumed the throne of Kilvas that he'd found out though that this silly thing he took such pleasure in had a limit and as he took off into the sky to leave Lif to the fine-dining experience he recalled when he'd discovered the power of the Laguz feathers.
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It had been another long and tedious speech from his fellow Bird Laguz King, Tibarn of Phoenicias. The muscle-bound oaf was lecturing about the piracy his people engaged in "without his knowledge" as if the great turkey hadn't done it himself in the past before he'd been wrapped around that Heron Prince's finger. Naesala had finally had enough being talked to like a child and dove atop him. He knew he'd most likely be overpowered but the idea of Tibarn working his 13's with strong fingers till he apologized wasn't quite unappealing. However, the big laguz had bent over backward when his black wings had brushed his sides.
He'd found an unusually blushy and quite weakened Tibarn all too himself for a solid few minutes. He'd played his feathers all along his thick pecs and pronounced abs as he'd extracted information about this. It turns out something about Raven feathers drove Hawks wild. Perhaps it was the oily residue that the stiff plumes were slick with or maybe something about the way they rarely stayed straight and instead seemed to curl about whatever they touched.
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He found it was a thing for Hawks in general rather than just Tibarn himself when the other king's pair of bodyguards decided to intervene. Naesala had quickly had stern Ulki and playful Janaff both curled into their King's sides trying to fend off his attacks weakly. Janaff's keen eyes were teared up and Ulki's legendary ears were an unmissable target. Naesala had to admit though that the way King Tibarn tried to shield his retainers and bring them closer to his chest was admirable. Had he been a better man he might have been touched enough by the show of loyalty to release them. However, he was so tired of being chastised by the muscle-bound sparrow. He'd taken one feather from each of the three as they'd laughed in a pile and tested them along his ear only to find that despite the disgustingly rough bristles of the hawk feathers that they weren't very ticklish to him at all.
So wrapped up with what this meant was Naesala that he had been caught completely unaware when what felt like molten softness was slid behind his pointed ear. The Heron Prince had snuck on him and decided to help with the experiment by freeing his patron and testing how a Heron's feather fit in with one decisive move. Naesala had dropped to his knees at the attack and quickly the Hawk's had been on him. He'd spent quite the enjoyable afternoon there as they'd armed themselves with Prince Reyson's feathers and paid him back tenfold. Despite how his head swam in pleasure as Tibarn had personally painted his 11's with those dangerously fluffy Heron Plumes, Naesala still noticed the reactions that Reyson had when he was accidentally drowned in Hawk Wings.
So interested in the tickling of the Raven were the Hawks that it took them quite a time to notice the frazzled Heron finally getting free and looking as if his nickname should be changed to the Red-Faced Prince. Naesala had audibly whined when Reyson hadn't been able to help with his torment and instead had to sit down and breathe deeply. If that Golden Hair of his had been used as a weapon then...
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So engrossed was he with the performance that the King of Kilvas didn't see a golden-haired shape taking flight and heading towards him until it's slight frame crashed into his smaller back. Before he could react, small hands with manicured nails unbuttoned his blouse and began skittering along his tight stomach. He tried to fly out of the attacker's grip but they kept right up with him due to how little air he had in him due to laughter.
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They zipped about for a bit but without any air, Naesala wasn't going to outrun his assailant. When he tried to shove them away his arms plunged into deep wings made of his one secret weakness. His eyes bulged as the Heron Feathers tickled all along his arms and knuckles. The laughing laguz quickly crashed down and soon those soft little hands were up and skittering all along his washboard chest again.
"Leeeheeanne stahahap! I'm hehere to saahave you!"
"No...save...just...tickle...laugh...cootchie cootchie..."
"Dahahammit girl stahahap this ahaht once!"
"No...laugh more...you...my...tickle bird...sing..."
Naesala bristled at that particular phrase to the point where she was able to steer him into a tree to become entangled in it's branches.
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Naesala wasn't a fool and was well aware of how things worked here. He knew he'd most likely have to deal with a Leanne who'd been broken in to be a tickle freak like all the others who'd been captured. What he'd hoped though is that she wouldn't remember her life from before that. The two had had an "active" lifestyle as a couple and she'd been happily receptive when Naesala had settled on his kink.
She'd always been reticent to really use those fluffy feathers of hers in the devious ways that the Raven would suggest. He'd suggested multiple times to her that what he'd truly love is for her to be aggressive and attack him without warning. However, she'd always horribly telegraphed her advances to the point where a sighing Naesala would pretend to be surprised just so as not to cloud her pretty face with a frown.
He longed for her to do something tricky like hiding feathers in his shoes or tie him up as he slept. Often he'd go to sleep dreaming of a devious look on his Leanne's face as she held one of those deadly Heron feathers inches from his long toes as he tried to plea for her to show him mercy. He wanted her to leap on his lap while he sat on his throne and trace his neck with those damn things. However, when he'd tried suggesting these things to the gentle soul he shared a bed with she would flush in a way that would assure that Naesala could never effectively take the offensive in a tickle war against her when she could just do that and stop him dead.
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When she was captured here Naesala had rushed to save her but had quickly seen the fate of those who rush here. Though being tickled until he was nothing but a chicken tied to a spit "basting" himself was something he'd licked his lips at, he couldn't bear to leave Leanne to such a fate. So he'd waited until word had come of her being seen somewhere. He'd taken off like a shot to the forest where she'd been seen. The Order were fools he realized and their defensive tactics were only good to help whoever they were fighting at this point stock their larder.
Now as he tried to work his way free of the branches and brambles that had shredded his shirt and trousers he feared that he might be the next dish. His wings were all tangled in the sticks and his attempts to shake them free just led to the thin bones beneath the plumes being traced by the twigs. He giggled rather unmasculinely at that which was how the little blonde raptor that had smashed the Laguz into here found him.
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"Leanne darling we've both had our fun now but please do regain your senses quickly. I'd rather the two of us weren't caught in such a compromising position by an actual enemy."
Leanne showed no signs of snapping out of it though as her slight fingers undid Naesala's blouse and threw it open to the elements. Her dinner's lightly muscled chest was right before her and his half-hearted attempts to push her off were just meant with his hands being slapped away. He was hesitant to actually put hands on somebody as slight as Leanne until she locked her lips around his right nipple and began chewing on it. He kicked his legs and laughed from his belly so hard that she wrapped her thin arms around him.
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He could easily shove her off with enough force but he didn't want to hurt the girl firstly and second her pair of fluffy white wings hovered over them like a threatening and very tickly guillotine. Just one Heron feather had led to him being tickled for a solid afternoon but now these Heron wings might lead to him being tickled for life. It made him want to laugh but that might have been Leanne having fun by trying to draw milk from his nipple. He squirmed and tried to gently move those deadly wings away but even touching the material with his fingertips made him snort.
"Mmp...no...*smack*...touch...*slurp*...wings...*smack*...bad...tickle bird..."
Her pretty fingernails had always shined just enough to entice Naesala but now as they danced along the small of his back through his blouse, they excited him as well. His delicate works on her wings were disturbed and he accidentally plunged them into the fluffy hellscape up to the elbow making him buck like a ticklish bronco beneath his songbird.
He had no idea that knuckles could even BE ticklish till now. To the one person watching down below the tree, it made for quite the show.
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The pretty little vulture drove her hands up into his pits and was quick to dig in through his clothes. Every attempt of his to pull his arms down just had her chase those evil nails up his forearms to get them back into her fluffy wings. He tried to twist and throw her off but she held on just by the teeth she had on his poor abused nipple. The handsome avian's composure was gone now and the red on his cheeks contrasted greatly with the blue of his hair escaping his ponytail.
Leanne reared back to apply her lips and blow a sloppy raspbirdy right into her hubby's poor targeted nipple and smirked at the way he went limp beneath her due to laughing out all his air. She sucked more in and blasted another sloppy and drooly raspberry and enjoyed the way the evil Laguz beneath her wheezed. She took but a moment to enjoy his blushing face and chest. That what was all the Raven needed though.
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Naesala slipped his elegant size 11's right out of his boots and pushed them up under the slight girl to shove her off him. The sound of her grunt as he did so, worried him as he did so hope he hadn't hurt her. However, staying here and being her seed bell would help nobody so with a great flap of his wings he took off from the tree to try and regroup and get his wits back. If he could just get enough speed then he'd be easily able to tackle her right out of the sky and carry her back to Askr himself.
Again though, while lost in his thoughts the Raven King missed something so when the magically summoned ravens were on him it was a total shock. The dirty little flew up as close as they could to his bare chest and socked feet to twirl their dirty feathers and peck their sharp beaks. A few even grabbed his wings in their sharp talons. Somehow no matter what they did though it caused him no pain and instead only made him laugh just like he was back in the tree.
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Without the ability to focus it was only a matter of time till once again the airborne man crashed again. This time it was headlong into a bush. He tried to climb his way out but a musical giggle and a flash of white behind him got his attention. He saw a telltale trail of white feathers behind him that told him what kind of sneaky beastie had slipped in with him. He could hear her melodic giggling but just couldn't free of the bush no matter how hard he struggled it was almost...
"Magical? Nyaha!"
A white-haired young man he recognized from pictures of those who'd been taken captive strode forward.
He wielded a pair of feathers that both seemed to be different than anything Naesala had seen before and he twirled them in between his pale fingers. One was a black so dark it seemed to rake in light while the other was a ratty white that stood quite a different than the pristine color of the Herons.
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The strange young man whose name he couldn't quite recall knelt down in the pile of leaves upon his stockinged form. Before Naesala could say a word the little ghoul had seized one of his helpless bare feet by the big toe and was running his cold cheek along it while squeaking and "oohing" rather disturbingly. Once again the King was seized by the urge to just line up a good strong kick into the face of this Beorc. However, after getting past the initial indignities of it, he was beginning to realize how pleasurable the sensation of the lad's cool skin was on his tired foot.
He let himself drift off to a fantasy of this young man under his throne and that cool face of his as a perfect roosting place for his tired talon after a long day. He was quite comfortable in that nice dream with an brainwashed version of his treasure Leanne comfortable in his lap. He let out quite the distasteful squawk however when the real Leanne began tracing figure eights down along the underside of his thighs. He squirmed and tried to stop her but it felt as if there were vines in the bush that had worked their way between his fingers. They were quite slack until he tried to touch his Leanne when they would go quite taut to the point of immobilizing him. Every time it happed Leanne would pause her "painting" and give his helpless palm a big sloppy raspberry as he'd dreamed of. Now however he didn't quite like it as much.
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The biggest part of that was this pale little gremlin currently giving his toes little kisses.
"Doohohyou quite mind?"
"Oooops! Sorry I just kinda got carried away. I mean they're toes! But on a crow! Crow toes Nyahaha! I wish all crows had toes! Or at least the ones who raised me. They could have given me tickles instead of pecks whenever I was A BAD EGG! Nyahaha!"
"Yeehes, yehehes very funny. Do you thihink you could find your way tohoho releasing me young mahahan? I hahahave to get this lihihittle tickle monster bahahack to Askr!"
"Back to Askr? Why then you shoulda flocked with those other boys who were on their way back! I even tied them up, nice and tight so you'd find them and let them go. They sure were mad when you didn' though. Why they were positively RAVEN! NYAHAHA!"
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"Thohohse were clearly trahahaps! You cohouuldn't have expehehc-expeheh-THOUGHT I'D FALL FOR THAT! DAHAHAMMIT LEEAHAHANNE LET ME TAHAHALK!"
"Mmm your kinda right. But your also kinda wrong! Nyaha! One of them was a trap! The other two though I was letting go! You coulda helped them fly the COOP! Nyaha! Instead, you just left them! It's why it took me so long to catch up. After I let those two out they were kinda mad. Heck Raven was gonna drag me back to Ask by the toes until I said I was gonna go play with YOU! Nyaha!"
Henry flicked the ratty looking feather along the undersides of Naesala's curled toes and delighted at the way the whole drumstick tried to flee. He put one hand behind the foot so that it couldn't flee and kept it still so that the King's little curled subjects had nowhere to go as the feather stroked and savaged them. They tried to stay curled but eventually between this attack and Leanne plucking at his blue fuzzed eggs they opened up.
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Henry squealed at the ticklish little hatchlings and worked the dirty feather in between them before adding the other one. This feather seemed to radiate cold from it and despite himself, Naesala grasped his toes around it when it was applied to the little things. The Laguz twisted his body at the feeling but that only opened his thighs up to more soft pecks from the bush monster he'd foolishly married.
"Aww somebody likes this feather! Was it the shine? Princess Eir's pegasus sure is interesting. I've never seen it eat but its feathers are it's best part! They just feel so...FOWL! NYAHA! Like a duck you see.
Ahhh I think that one was a Bad Egg. Nyaha!"
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Less bothered by the puns, Naesala tried to use his other free foot to kick Henry off of him. However, his lash was deftly dodged and instead, a gentle kiss planted right on the offending peet. Despite everything, the blush creeping up on his cheeks over his sneer was the part that Naesala hated the most. The two strange feathers in his toes were driving him wild and the way Leanne had one finger trailing all around his thighs, taint and ass like it was her personal race track was making him want to crow for mercy as well.
"By the gods..." he thought to himself. "His terrible puns are contagious."
Henry bit the king's soft heel and got quite the unmanly squawk as a reward. It earned him a swift kick to the side of the head but all that got was the other foot seized as well to get the occasional caress as Henry continued his fluffy rampage.
It was all too much to bear for the Raven King and mustering up all his strength he finally broke free of the bush and stood up. He dragged Leanne out by the wrist and soon had both her and Henry swept up and pinned down. Both little shits were helpless as he danced his nails all along their stomachs and enjoyed the squeaks and chirps he got from both of them.
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A voice in his head said that he should take his blushing bride and this nuisance of a bird boy along and just take flight now. However, a voice between his legs reminded him about how ticklish Heron Hips were and to see if the mage had the same problem. With only one hand that would take forever and so the other released them. Both dipped down and dug into ticklish hips of his Princess Bride and the Sorcerous Child.
Leanne's laugh was just musical enough to enchant him to not notice Henry's glowing hands until he fired off Dark Magic. Naesala was enveloped in purple smoke and everything went black. Henry's new contraption took form around the King quickly and when it cleared it almost fit in with this idyllic forest clearing.
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A great and almost embarrassingly simplistic birdcage now hung from one rigid branch over this clearing. It was a bit big for parakeets though as instead sitting upon the swing inside it was the king of the Raven's himself. With his wrists loosely bound to either side of the swing by nothing but ribbons that matched his jet black wings, it should be simple for him to get free and break out of a cage constructed of such soft metal as the gold that made up this one. However, the shininess of it had him entranced. He couldn't tear himself away from the gold even as he felt Henry getting more comfortable on the swing behind him and adjusting the ribbons that bound his wings.
His blouse was carefully peeled off of him and tossed aside as the horny little gremlin cooed and snuggled into his bare back between his wings. The only one happier than him was Leanne who was delighted with what she'd gotten. Hanging out of the bottom of the cage were both of Naesala's long and femininely elegant size 11 feet. The little mage's magic had given them a long soak in milk and dumped a variety of different kinds of seeds and nuts over them.
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Humiliating as it was had Naesala seen another bird laguz in this exact situation right down to having his ticklish feet turned into a seed bell? He would have laughed as well. Probably not as hard as right now while Henry skated his fingers all along his chest and forearms while watching his reactions for weak spots well like a...hawk.
It really ramped up though when his lady love decided to begin pecking at the seedy man's now matching toes. She used her tongue to get between them and begin working her way to get all her favorites off Naesala's ticklish peds. He begged and squealed while Henry snuffled that damn little nose of his up and down the King's side. He squawked and cawed while his wife took long and loving licks up his long and loveable soles. Most embarrassingly to him was when Henry reached over between his legs to give his eggs a squeeze and make him chirp.
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"Oooh, a bird's nest! Nyahaha!"
Despite himself, the Kinkiest King of Kilvas actually laughed at that one through his frantic laughter. Henry and Leanne couldn't tell and he was actually kind of happy about that. Despite all of it though his tear-filled eyes refused to leave those glittering gold bars of his gilded cage. Henry gave his songbird's no0000pw messy blue hair a tussle and wondered how long it would take to teach him new songs. Mainly though he wondered if he could fit on this swing too so that he and his new crow buddy could get ravaged back to back by both their lovely ladies.
Him daydreaming made him miss Naesala make a mess in his hand and it wasn't until he felt the warm stickiness between his fingers that he realized it.
"Oh! Nyahaha! I guess technically you just laid an egg!" I missed it though... I used to see the crows lay eggs all the time. Guess we'll just have to go again! Now let's see..."
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Henry reached around and secured both his hands on each of Naesala's ticklish nipples before miming adjusting the birdman's ticklish nubs as if they were dials. However, Naesala was far more interested in what the other end of the little monster was up to. Henry's clothen mage shoes lay discarded at the bottom of the cage. Now his pale feet wiggled their toes as they approached the king's sticky perch. They were still clad in the same stockings-esque material that the mage's entire body was wrapped in beneath his cloak. It was actually a very soft material Naesala had to admit as they clasped his cock in between them.
It almost seemed as if encasing oneself in a body sock as Henry did was solely for the purposes of tickling and as he preferred BEING tickled. The crow king tried his best to deny the cum that the evil little fellow wanted to see but eventually, he made rope like an animal and sagged in his bonds while the crow kissed all along his neck.
"Awww see? That wasn't so bad. You acted like this was gonna be a MURDER! Nyahaha! A strong guy like you could have flown the coop anytime you wanted but instead your picking the domestic life huh? Oooh, I'm so happy I could die! Nyahaha! Oh, we can have double dates! Nyahaha we'll never stop smiling..."
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Whatever Henry was saying was getting further and further sounding away. Throughout his whole milking, the King's feet had been under a wet and wild siege by his darling wife who now was using her long nails to pluck seeds off them and snack while idly scratching along whatever free skin she could find on her lovely new seed bell.
It had always tickled like the dickens but now combined with the bird's post-orgasm sensitivity it was mind-melting. Had his wrists not been bound he would have slumped right off this perch and into a heap. His eyes fluttered closed and he slipped into unconsciousness as Henry kept on going on about what would happen at the castle. He had to admit, A bath did sound nice right now.
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The princess of Serene's forest snuggled up to her restrained husband's form. He'd been tied down to the bed the happy couple had been granted in the castle by his own request. It had seemed like years since he'd been the catch of the day what with all the fun they'd been having but in reality, it had been a little under a weak since Naesala's resistance had been scrubbed away in the baths.
The only scraps of clothing on him were a pair of elegant black dress stockings and a silken blindfold. His wifey had them both the way he liked them too. Warmed up and stuffed with her own fluffy and wicked feathers. She flexed her wings as she checked that her conniving kings were securely bound but still comfortable. She dipped a finger into his navel and enjoyed how he jerked about until she heard a knocking upon their chamber door.
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It was opened to the sight of her favorite flame-haired cavalier, Sully and her gasping and quite red little hubby thrown over a shoulder.
"You didn't forget about our dastard boy's playdate did you, Princess? This cuties been a bundle of energy all day just waiting to get to play with the crow."
"Nya..haha I can certainly do with a little bit of rest though. But if you want me to keep going what can I really do but get my tickles?"
"Mmmhmm that's right. Don't think I didn't notice the slobber between my toes when I woke up you dratted little monster. I know you didn't get much sleep last night."
"King...playdate...yay! Him...need friends...and me...want to...play game...you...show me...last time?"
"Blast Princess I'd hoped you would have forgotten that. You were hells better at piggies than I could have expected."
"Win piggies...keep piggies...those were rules....want my...piggies!"
"Gaah! Are you sure Heron's aren't birds of prey? Fine, let's just get the boy's secured then we can play."
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After a bit of fumbling, Sully was tackled to the ground by the petite Birdette and stripped of her boots. Her booming laughter seemed to shake the bed but in reality, it was both the crows. Naesala had a face full of Henry's lily-white cock to the point he could see the little red veins running along the organ. He knew he'd have to act fast as though Henry had been essentially hogtied by their blushing brides.
They had taken special effort to make sure that Henry's fiendish little hands and feet were both positioned perfectly to dig into his hips and squeeze him all night despite how the little mage had essentially been twisted into the shape of a bow. He licked his lips and got ready to strike with pecks at the already leaking cock. He'd yet to lose one of their playdates yet.
