Lake Superior
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A hot wind blew through the room as he threw another handful of potion ingredients into the chalice. He directed the fumes wafting from it and with another tapped a rune into the mirror before him. Sure enough, the image beneath the glass shimmered and changed. The tall sorcerer staring back at him stretched and changed as instead, a swirling image started to take shape. The silver and white eventually formes into the shape of a tall youth who made Iago's blood boil even here in Askr. The Corrin in the mirror stretched atop the great golden throne that he seemed to lay atop and let out a yawn.
As if summoned though, a massive hand dug into the dragon's exposed stomach despite the way he bucked and kicked his perpetually bare feet. Iago hadn't believed what he'd been told but it turned out what he thought was a throne was a humongous man clad in golden armor. Surtr was so big that he cradled Corrin as if he was a child. Iago watched as the giant hand raked up and down Corrin's bare chest while the prince squealed like a child. His attempt to roll away from the tickles was cut off by one of the large arms pulling him close and the raking up and down his side, as he squealed. Still even as one arm was pinned above and the massive hand dug into Corrin's ribs. Iago's eyes were glued to the prince's handsome feet kicking back and forth as Surtr started on his neck.
"Hmmph, the brat is still without shoes even here?"
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He clucked his tongue at the disappointing way they were left unmolested. A smirk crept onto his lips as he realized he could help do something about that. He looked to the bubbling mixture he'd put together and rummaged about in his belongings for a few extra ingredients. Kinshi feathers, Manakete eggshell, and the tears of a Princess all went in and soon the smog about him was a different color. With a wave of his hand, the mirror's perspective changed. Soon Corrin's pretty feet filled the shot and Iago cracked his knuckles and smiled. After shaking the pain from his weak bones he placed his fingertips on the reflection and smiled at how the pies jumped in response. All the way over in Múspel, Corrin jumped in surprise though he couldn't properly verbalize it.
"Kehehe, this is something I've wanted to do to you for a while dragon-boy. No big brother to save you this time! Gitchy, gitchy~"
This was due to the way that King Surtr had buried his face into the crook of his neck. The humongous man's bristly beard agitated the sensitive skin of his shoulderblade while his teeth sucked and bit at the skin on the prince's neck.
He simply couldn't say anything about the phantom fingers he now felt pressed into his soles, dragging themselves slowly about in his arches and feeling as if ice itself was teasing him. Iago cackled at the blushes left behind on the soles as he moved his fingers on the mirror, only regretting not being able to feel his fingers sink into the soft skin. Still, the way Corrin's toes wiggled in distress brought a smile to his face all the same.
"Laugh for me, brat! You might as well be good for something! Wiggle those toes or I'll really give it to you!"
Unbeknownst to Iago however, all the way in Múspel. Somebody noticed his spell, feeling the magic in the air and fleeing from his room in search of mischief.
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Iago enjoyed it all but eventually, the image in the mirror started to grow distorted and he figured he'd had enough fun here. Pressing a hand to it he flicked about and eventually found what looked to be a library. He found a familiar face there as well, none other than the former Prince Leo, another name that had been taken by Múspel. Today the prickly young lord flipped through the pages of a book. Using one hand to rest his chin, normally an otherwise uninteresting scene. There were two strange things in this setting though that Iago could see. One was a quite tall woman who sat next to Leo, a bony arm around his shoulder as she dozed. The other was that how beneath the table a pair of pink size 9's were stuck still in a set of heavy-looking ankle stocks.
"Hmmph, the Princeling now? Stuck-up even in this situation."
Leo flipped to the next page in his book with a look on his face as if all of this was business as usual. The tall death god resting her cheek on the top of his head, the bondage forcing the normally foot shy prince to bare his soles even the strange title of the book "Toying with Forrest" that he read with a bemused expression. That could have been due to the way one of Hel's bony fingers idly trailed up his forearm as she snuggled her face in deeper to the top of his head. Had his new bride not been a large crystallized skeleton Iago might have called the scene touching, that would not have stopped him from doing some touching of his own though. With a few movements from his hands, he changed where the mirror focused. Going to look at Leo from afar to instead staring up at the Prince from below. Most of the sight was taken up by his plush soles with the distracted man's face atop them.
"Well now isn't that surprising? This is the same Prince that cried once when he couldn't find his socks? Look how bold he's gotten with these! I wonder..."
Iago smiled before tapping a finger on the right on the pad of one of Leo's big toes. He saw the way that the skin sank and Leo flickered an eye down as while his mouth twitched. Iago was never the subtle type though and wasted no time. Pressing his cheek to the mirror the sorcerer extended his tongue and ran it up the cold glass of the mirror. The only taste he got was the glass which he was glad had been cleaned recently. Still, the way that goofy grin spread on Leo's cheeks brought a smile to his as he dragged it up and along the glass taking note at the ripple that formed on the skin on the other side of the mirror. The book tumbled from Leo's hand as he tried to contain himself for fear of waking the woman holding him close. Iago in turn placed his teeth on the mirror and started sliding them gently along where Leo's heels would be making him now use both hands to cover his mouth. The blush on Leo's cheeks was driving Iago mad and so he began to move his tongue again this time along the plump ball of the man's foot.
"Mmmpff, laugh for me, you idiot fop. Would that King have listened to me and put you in my care to learn dark magic, we’d have done this many times before, kehehe."
He could almost hear the muffled laughter even if there wasn't sound and it was making him sweat. Leo started to shake and as a result one of Hel's eyes started to twitch when Iago leaned in and put his lips right to where the prince's littlest toe was that was it. He broke out into open belly laughter trying to pull at the stocks that kept his ankles in an attempt to chase away whatever phantom was teasing him. Hel opened her eyes and smiled as she pulled him close to settle down. Soon there were skeletal hands beneath his shirt gently teasing his nipples and making him even pinker. The image started to fade again and Iago pouted but he still enjoyed the fading image of a sweaty Leo curling his toes while his wifey teased his nipples and flustered him up nicely. The stain that appeared on his pants was something Iago wished he could stay and enjoy but he'd have to find entertainment somewhere else. This was actually to his benefit as right as he changed scenes a magically inclined being arrived and looked about for who was playing pranks in his domain. He pouted at missing him but sensed he wasn't far, the Bat smiled and flickered off in search.
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Just a bit of flicking about and Iago growled to himself in frustration, playing with Leo and Corrin had left him with a bit of something that needed taken care of. Flipping through he found a few likely candidates but finally landed on finding Prince Ryoma dozing in a bed. The swordmaster seemed to be enjoying a rare moment of alone time wherein nobody was teasing and tickling them into madness. Iago clucked his tongue at the oversight and wondered how Askr could possibly be losing to these people. Were he in charge he'd do things quite differently, make them scared to even disappoint him.
Putting a hand to the mirror he teased a finger along the sleeping Prince's chin and enjoyed the way the muscular man twitched. He scraped his nail right along the defined jawline and loved the way Ryoma swatted in his sleep at nothing. Running a hand along his forehead as a test, he was encouraged by how the brunette's hair moved in response. A strained expression appeared on Ryoma's face but Iago didn't care, he wasn't planning to look at it much longer.
"I would have preferred Xander but the Hoshidan will do. A pretty face is a pretty face after all. Now let me just get comfortable..."
He turned from the mirror to fetch something and as a result completely missed the streak of red that zipped through the room, searching for the disturbance. The little rodent brat flew off just as Iago turned back and pulled a chair over to the mirror before sitting down into it heavily. He ran a hand along the cushioned armrests and enjoyed the plush feeling of it. The one thing he'd miss Leo's brat for was his needlework as this chair had been more than worth putting up with the bigfooted little fop's eccentricities for. Though he had acquired this odd taste from him and as a result was engaging in all of this. It had to be his fault, someone like Iago could never so base.
"Wonder if I can find him on this? Shouldn't be too hard..."
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He slipped his pudgy feet from their shoes and crossed one leg to inspect his own foot, the plump toes almost shined in the low light he kept here in his chambers. He wiggled them and frowned as he looked up at the mirror at the large feet of the Hoshidan royal, veins darted their tops while Iago's own feet almost seemed doughy. He supposed such was the fate of a magic user and so really he was showing this meathead what study could accomplish. Leaning back in the chair he put his barefeet onto the mirror and sighed at the feeling of the cold glass on his soles.
"Grovel for me, beg to get out from under your better and I might show some mercy, haha~"
He wiggled his toes just enough to see the Prince's reaction as he suddenly felt the pressure on his face. Ryoma's hands shoved at nothing as the ghostly pressure of Iago's feet pressed on his face. The sorceror let out a cackle at the power he had here, how can none of the other so-called Dark Mages have stumbled onto this? He flicked at the waistband of his robes in a frenzy as he wiggled his toes on the glass and saw Ryoma struggle through the mirror. Back in Múspel proper, the little burst of energy got that retainer's attention and he turned back to see if he'd missed something in a previous room.
Iago bit his lip as his length came out of his robes and soon his fingers were traveling up and down the pale obelisk that stood out of his dark clothes. His chest started to rise and fall in rhythm with the direction his fingers would move as in the mirror, Ryoma woke to the feeling of something pressing on his face. Despite appearances, Iago was a clean man he scrubbed himself daily from head to toe, and as such, he knew that the face Ryoma was making at the moment was more due to surprise than anything else, still, he ground his feet on the glass and enjoyed the way the man pounded his fist on the bed in the frustration. His only regret was that he couldn't feel Ryoma's face under his feet. The head of his cock started to sparkle as the littlest bit of pre leaked out and caught the low light.
"Just about there, first useful thing a Hoshidan's ever done."
Iago's eyes rolled back as it started to happen for him and as a result, he didn't see the streak of red enter the room. Elm was a magical being that quite enjoyed the way things worked in Múspel and had been looking to get his own pet. Having an affinity for such things gave him advantages over others, such as when HE entered the room he immediately saw the ghostly veil that had a pair of squishy feet poking through to smother Ryoma's face. A cute idea he supposed but they did so need to learn.
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Iago let out a strangled squawk at the feeling and tumbled from his chair. Back in Múspel, Elm had zipped right over and wrapped one thin arm around the ankles of the ghostly feet, then forming his hand into a claw he had begun to dig right into the squishy soles and scrabble his sharp nails all over these captive feet. He put his fingers between the toes and gave them little twists, gave the squishy heel a hard slap then scratched away at the pink blush that formed, even ran a knuckle up and down inside the small incline of the arch all the while cackling like the evil little brat that he was.
"Kehehhehe whahahat? Whahaaht's hahahappening here?!"
Iago cackled like a madman from his ignoble position on the floor but he was too far along. Even as his arches were fluffed and tweaked, his toes interrogated and his dignity ripped away, his "instrument" was played on. He bit into his lip to focus and soon enough it happened. His dark robes were soon speckled with spots of white from his waist up to one little splat that had gotten to his chin. The scene in the mirror blurred and he was able to pull away but he was in no rush to right himself.
"What was that? Where did it go?"
Staring at the mirror he saw no difference in the scene except that now a goofy grin was plastered on Ryoma's face. His mind ran through anyways that the spell could have failed and he dismissed any of them as mistakes that there was no way he could have made. He moved the mirror about and saw no signs of anything that could have caused that reaction. Had he imagined it perhaps? His pines for feeling being answered by his own mind in such a spectacular way so that he could reach the perfect climax seemed more and more likely the more he thought about it.
"That must be it, I couldn't have made any mistakes and there's no chance someone's better."
Iago's ego had always been in control so Elm barely had to try with his magic to get the oaf to accept such a ridiculous conclusion. He looked around the room as he climbed from the mirror and smiled at the messy Iago on the floor, oblivious to him due to a simple glamour charm. Lady Embla would love him but Elm wanted this one all to himself. A snap of his fingers and the buckles on his sandals came undone as he climbed through the portal fully, the discarded footwear dropping right into Ryoma's lap. He gave another little curse to make the Samurai perform a parting action and as a result, the brunette sandwiched his own manhood between the footwear and began pumping away.
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Elm flew about the room and tried to look at all of the odd occult objects this mortal had collected but his eyes kept being drawn back to the greasy-haired man laying in a heap on the floor. He was still getting his breath back and Elm loved that, he was so deliciously weak. Judging by all the trinkets and gew-gaws strewn across the room, he viewed himself as some kind of expert in the magic of the darkened kind. Elm put a hand over his mouth to stifle the giggle that came as he thought about how this one had clearly let his body wane in favor of gaining knowledge. He thought that gave him power over the dark?
"Ehehe~ let's show you what's in the dark"
Elm floated down slowly and extended one of his thin legs, he wiggled the toes of one of his size 4 feet and smiled. The pale skin had the smallest bit of a shine from all his fluttering around earlier to find his newest toy boy but of course, he didn't sweat. No, what Elm did was glisten just the way Lady Embla liked. His tiny foot was graced with little pink toes that as a bat-like being, were much more dextrous than one would assume. He showed this by using them to lightly grip one of Iago's ears and slide the biggest of them around inside the cup of the villain's ear.
The taller man's face went through a mixture of emotions. First, confusion at what was happening because he couldn't see anything that he could blame for this sensation. Next embarrassed at the feeling of something sliding around inside his ear teasing the sensitive skin. Then, finally, the grin started to creep in and soon Iago was smiling ear to ear as Elm teased him. The mage found any attempt to get up stopped by some kind of unseen force him down by the very ear that was being tickled by it. All he could do was slap helplessly at the ground and wail.
"Ehehehe, whahaht is thihihihis?! Whahaht is hahahpp-phnrmr?!"
Elm silenced Iago nicely by pushing his other foot onto the man's face. He was here to be teased, not listened to. The mystical retainer thought he might keep him there all day until he felt something wet poke his foot. Instantly his face heated up and he took flight with a childish giggle.
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Iago stared around the room in desperation, seeing if maybe he could catch whoever had just done that to him but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary due to Elm's spell. Without it, Iago might have seen the diminutive laguz floating in the corner of his room scowling as tried to massage away the ticklish sensations from his foot.
"Disgusting human, how could he do something so beyond vile... you're going to get it for that one..."
Elm tapped his staff to the back of Iago's head and helped the mage forget his worries by once again boosting his ego. Again he convinced himself that everything was normal by doing the thing he naturally did.
"Must be my mind again, imagination getting the better of me and making it seem so real. It's hard to be this brilliant, really it is."
Yes, again his arrogance was helping Elm to trick him. Just to be sure though the bat flitted down and fished around in Iago's pocket as the mage got to his feet. He felt the hand in there but the occasional squeeze of his thigh through his pocket kept him giggling. Elm smiled when he found what he was looking for, pulling the key to the mage's room out and smiling at it.
"What is this? Is the sp-spell doing this?! I've got to gahahahaha!"
Not even up off his knees yet, Elm had already returned from locking the door to Iago's chambers from the inside. He zipped back and after ripping open his robes to expose his bony stomach, had plunged the cold key deep into his navel and began swirling it around as the man whooped in hilarity. Iago tried to make sense of ut but his mind was in a fog to the point that he tried to rationalize this as normal.
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When Elm pulled the key out, he made a show of sliding it out under the now sealed door, not planning on letting Iago get away at all. His victim didn't even wait, the tall mage standing up and heading towards his bed as the whole incident disappeared from his head. Instead, he sat down heavily and started to remember Prince Corrin streteched out on Surtr's lap, his cute feet at Iago's mercy. The man smiled at the thought, getting butterflies in his stomach.
He ran a hand down his chest and giggled at the sensation as he dreamed of teasing Corrin's toes and feeling them while being able to listen to the idiot beg. He got fun sensations up and down his sides imagining it and he fell back on the bed to enjoy them. What was actually happening was that Elm had straddled his hips and was now running his fingers up and down the villain's sides but he was so lost in his fantasies that it didn't matter.
In his head, it was that brat Siegbert sitting on his knee, tightly constricted in a straitjacket that would keep him from resisting as Iago fluttered his fingers all over his exposed sides and stomach. He could see the princeling biting his lip and twisting as he did so, gasping when he'd slip a finger into that cute little belly button of his and squeaking apologies.
"Nohohooo, stahaahp! Eeek, Iagohohoh sir it tihihihckles! I'm tooohoo tihihihicklsih pleeeheease..." Iago mumbled the brats imagined begging, not knowing that he was applying the perfect soundtrack for Elm to tickle him in the exact way he imagined.
"Nahahat my buhhuhutton" he exclaimed loudly.
"Oh? Let's get that button then!"
Elm's thin fingers fit in perfectly but it wasn't enough, he wanted Iago tearing up not hiding in fantasies. So soon the bat-boy was leaning in and laying kisses up and down the man's ghostly pale stomach. He alternated his ways to keep the man from being able to prepare himself. Some were quick, little chaste affairs, more of a peck really. Others he lingered on, pulling the skin and letting his teeth in. Some he was quite liberal with the tongue, particularly when he got to the navel. He was vaguely aware of how the man's chest was heaving when he started to slip his tongue in but at that point, he himself was lost in the feeling. In Iago's head, his fantasy had him doing this himself to a certain knight who would do anything for his best friend Corrin. He supposed Silas's mad cackles did sound familiar but there was something wrong, he just couldn't stop laughing at it!
When Elm finally pulled away to breathe he had a little strand of saliva going from his lips to keep the connection to Iago's navel, he smiled as he wound it with one finger. Plunging it back into Iago's navel he then really smiled at the way the letch reacted as if he'd been stabbed. Patting the jutting ribs, he let his eyes wander over the pale stomach and considered searching about in here for a pen to leave a message about how he'd claimed this belly as his own. He decided against it and instead used his magic to peek into Iago's head and see what else he was fantasizing about that he could steal.
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He saw a nice little fantasy about Prince Shiro and decided that'd be fun to do next. Letting his grip on Iago's mind make decisions for the fool, soon the sorceror was laying back on his bed again, his head filling with a fantasy of the Hoshidan's size 12s. Iago took one of the handsome feet by the ankle and wiggled his fingers dangerously close to the sensitive skin but at the last second buried his nose in between its toes. Elm yipped at that, thinking that he was instead in for some worship but not expecting the man to instead soon be tickling the sensitive canyons between his toes with his breath. He grit his teeth and used his magic to change Iago's desire and soon was sighing in contentment as the sorceror put reverential kisses along his sole.
When he pulled his foot away, Iago ACTUALLY whimpered like a dog and the sound of it made Elm flush. He had to cross his legs in embarrassment despite having full control here. In Iago's head, he chose to leave Shiro's feet be, choosing instead to look over his captive prize. The man had been stripped of his clothes and his muscles bulged beneath the belts that kept his arms at his sides and his hands behind his back. Iago still couldn't look away from his feet though and-
"Oh~ now there's an idea...”
Elm loved it and did have something thing that needed to be handled now. Iago imagined Shiro as absolutely helpless and totally under his control due to the handcuffs restraining the Prince's hands behind his back. The dark mage lay back on the bed exactly the way he saw Shiro in his mind. He never once wondered why he saw himself, Iago, like the one tickling Shiro through Shiro's eyes. He just knew he was the one in control, he had to be since he was so superior.
He flitted over and knelt atop Iago's shins. Preferring the personal touch, Embla's Retainer undid his trousers by hand and looked at the light red hairs on his member. He then looked at Iago's defenseless feet and smirked, skittering his nails up their soles he then took them by their big toes and pushed them together with all his strength, sandwiching his cock between them. Using one hand to hold them together, and the other to spider tickle up and down Iago's high arches Elm began his fun.
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In Iago's head, he was doing this to Shiro and imagining the sensations himself, giggling at the evil feeling. In real life though and under the effect of Elm's glamour, he was the one laying back on the bed with his hands behind his back. Elm gyrated his hips occasionally but Iago's feet moving about were doing the most work, deep in the fog of his mind he loved the way that Shiro grimaced when he teased the man's big feet, and honestly? Elm got it, he began teasing Iago's toes and that really got the soles moving, their sides dragging up and down Elm's and making him gasp.
The way the idiot sorceror giggled along like he was anything more than Elm's puppet though was the best part. The retainer made a decision right there and spoke it aloud to no one in particular.
"I'm definitely keeping you all for myself, hehe~"
Iago said the words himself, watching the scene in his head from Shiro's position but still thinking that the him he saw performing the actions was him, so great was his delusion. Elm decided to give him a little treat for being such a good little puppet. Moving his knees down a bit he slowly slid his bare toes down until they were beneath Iago's still exposed genitals. The feeling of the warm skin had Elm grit his teeth but once he began to wiggle the toes along the ticklish skin he was rewarded by Iago's feet wiggling yet faster.
The feeling of warmth started in Elm's chest and soon spread down before his eyes rolled back as he could squirt out of him. On regaining control of his eyes he looked down to see the white mess he'd left on Iago's bedspread. There was still a good amount of it dripping off his cock but he never slowed, taking his free hand to scoop it onto his fingers. He squeaked at the feeling of his fingers on his still sensitive manhood but he powered through and proceeded to rub his semen into Iago's soles. The feeling of this made the mage's cackling get even louder and his thrashing more violent which in turn helped Elm get a whole fresh load out to give both feet a nice shine. When Iago himself finally choked on his tongue and shot a load of his own onto Elm's soles the bat boy took off like a cat who'd had water dumped on it.
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Taking to the air in fright he looked down at the messy man below him. Though he wasn't bound in the slightest physically, Elm's glamour had Iago believing he was handcuffed just as Shiro was and so he didn't bother moving, thinking it fruitless. Floating down slowly, he pressed one of his messy feet over Iago's face and adopted a look of annoyance.
"Clean it up, pet."
"Nnnhh, yes...yes."
No hesitation was shown and Iago's tongue shot forth lapping up and down along the small sole. The smile on the man's face couldn't be wider but it was nothing compared to the one on Elm's face as he again, misjudged how ticklish he was. He tried to fly away but to both their surprise, Iago's hand shot forth and took him by the ankle. Elm crashed to the bed and started to beat his fists against sheets in desperation as Iago held him still and licked clean every drop from the petite size 4. When he finished, he put his hand back behind his back as Elm panted into the part of his cloak he'd been screaming into during the whole ordeal.
"Ok, ok I've got your mind back now. Learned a lesson there...hard to keep you charmed when I'm laughing...noted. I think somebody deserves some punishment for that ehehe~"
Elm wrapped his arms around Iago's legs and put his face to the older man's feet. His nose wrinkled a bit at the smell of his own seed but his tongue came out all the same and pressed into Iago's arch. The mage cackled at the feeling and shook but Elm kept those handsome feet right where he wanted, pressing his tongue in between the toes next and pulling it back to chew on the pale digits. He looked back and saw that Iago's cock was back up despite itself and he decided not to leave the poor thing to suffer.
Iago gasped as Elm put his foot right atop the head of his cock and started dragging the soft skin about. His cheeks flushed and he strained to try and get away but couldn't go anywhere. The way he struggled made Elm flush as well and soon his own cock was up. His illusion was slipping due to the way that Iago's slicked cock tickled his foot and as a result, Iago was blinking away all the deceit finally.
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Waking to see there was no Shiro and that instead he was the one having his feet toyed with and manhood batted about like a cat toy made sense in a way. His eyes were focused on one thing though and one thing only, the little red-cock poking out between Elm's legs. When the man pulled one foot away from Elm, the little devil almost made an animal sound. However when he put that foot right atop the head of his manhood the noise he made defied explanation. Mirroring Elm's own grinding, he loved the way it made the lad's foot speed up. However, when the bat leaned in and started to skate his fingers along his heels he had to respond.
Reaching down and taking Elm's other foot by the ankle, he pulled it up into his face. Using one hand to pinch at each of those cute little toes, he popped them in his mouth and began chewing on their pink pads. This made Elm shout rather uncharacteristically and release his ankle, though Iago did not pull it back. Instead when Elm moved his hand down to his own cock and started to use it to guide its slick head around Iago's sole more effectively, once more he mirrored it. Soon the two were hopelessly entangled playing with each other, themselves, and tickling each other insane while just generally getting more and more red by the second. Neither was sure who came first or even how many times but by the time they were discovered by a third party, it had been going for who knows how long.
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Investigating the noises from Ryoma's room, King Surtr had been surprised to find the Samurai teasing himself to bits with a discarded sandal. The way into Askr was still wide open and just a peek revealed that troublesome little Elm who'd been roaming around his domain. Even more surprising was the hero with whom he'd decided to wrap himself up. The two were sticky and helpless when Surtr found them and as such couldn't do a thing when he simply reached through and snatched them up. Surtr looked over his two sticky sweet treats and smiled, he had the perfect idea for them.
A few days later Laegjarn came to visit, she was bringing along a boy that King Surtr had wanted to see and was enjoying the show Morgan was putting on teasing him. Erk giggled and tried to balance the stack of books he carried knowing that if he dropped them that Morgan would carry them and the princess would carry him. Normally, a grump of the highest order, since being pulled her to Múspel and given more than a few special treatments from family and friends. Now he was the sunniest of boys, rarely seen without a smile on his face whether intentional or due to his scribbling in that book he always had, today however he was bringing a number of them to King Surtr's chambers that contained the tales of various other Heroes whom the King planned to see soon.
Laegjarn sighed as Erk finally dropped the books and scooped him up before he could scamper away. She'd heard her father had two new pets that were quite talented at scribbling out all manner of ideas and she was eager to see what they could come up with. When she opened the door to the King's chambers and looked up from rimming a finger around Erk's navel she saw them hard at work on her father's bed as the King teased them.
Specialized stocks had been installed and with the help of some magic as well, now Iago and Elm's red faces poked out from between the cushions. On either side of both men's heads were their feet, kept helpless and still just as Surtr liked them. Right now the King was swirling a finger along the pad of Elm's toe as he wailed while Iago feverishly wrote down ideas while Surtr allowed his hands to be free. Eventually, Surtr would take him by the wrists and put his hands back in the trap while he teased his soles. Iago hoped that the ideas he'd scribbled down for Elm would be enough to keep Surtr occupied with testing them out and that they would beat out the ideas for Iago that Elm had scribbled up.
The feeling of rough fingers caressing his heel let him know that his time was up and that he'd find out. He hoped he'd win, they'd been tied at 76 to 76 for a while now...
A hot wind blew through the room as he threw another handful of potion ingredients into the chalice. He directed the fumes wafting from it and with another tapped a rune into the mirror before him. Sure enough, the image beneath the glass shimmered and changed. The tall sorcerer staring back at him stretched and changed as instead, a swirling image started to take shape. The silver and white eventually formes into the shape of a tall youth who made Iago's blood boil even here in Askr. The Corrin in the mirror stretched atop the great golden throne that he seemed to lay atop and let out a yawn.
As if summoned though, a massive hand dug into the dragon's exposed stomach despite the way he bucked and kicked his perpetually bare feet. Iago hadn't believed what he'd been told but it turned out what he thought was a throne was a humongous man clad in golden armor. Surtr was so big that he cradled Corrin as if he was a child. Iago watched as the giant hand raked up and down Corrin's bare chest while the prince squealed like a child. His attempt to roll away from the tickles was cut off by one of the large arms pulling him close and the raking up and down his side, as he squealed. Still even as one arm was pinned above and the massive hand dug into Corrin's ribs. Iago's eyes were glued to the prince's handsome feet kicking back and forth as Surtr started on his neck.
"Hmmph, the brat is still without shoes even here?"
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He clucked his tongue at the disappointing way they were left unmolested. A smirk crept onto his lips as he realized he could help do something about that. He looked to the bubbling mixture he'd put together and rummaged about in his belongings for a few extra ingredients. Kinshi feathers, Manakete eggshell, and the tears of a Princess all went in and soon the smog about him was a different color. With a wave of his hand, the mirror's perspective changed. Soon Corrin's pretty feet filled the shot and Iago cracked his knuckles and smiled. After shaking the pain from his weak bones he placed his fingertips on the reflection and smiled at how the pies jumped in response. All the way over in Múspel, Corrin jumped in surprise though he couldn't properly verbalize it.
"Kehehe, this is something I've wanted to do to you for a while dragon-boy. No big brother to save you this time! Gitchy, gitchy~"
This was due to the way that King Surtr had buried his face into the crook of his neck. The humongous man's bristly beard agitated the sensitive skin of his shoulderblade while his teeth sucked and bit at the skin on the prince's neck.
He simply couldn't say anything about the phantom fingers he now felt pressed into his soles, dragging themselves slowly about in his arches and feeling as if ice itself was teasing him. Iago cackled at the blushes left behind on the soles as he moved his fingers on the mirror, only regretting not being able to feel his fingers sink into the soft skin. Still, the way Corrin's toes wiggled in distress brought a smile to his face all the same.
"Laugh for me, brat! You might as well be good for something! Wiggle those toes or I'll really give it to you!"
Unbeknownst to Iago however, all the way in Múspel. Somebody noticed his spell, feeling the magic in the air and fleeing from his room in search of mischief.
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Iago enjoyed it all but eventually, the image in the mirror started to grow distorted and he figured he'd had enough fun here. Pressing a hand to it he flicked about and eventually found what looked to be a library. He found a familiar face there as well, none other than the former Prince Leo, another name that had been taken by Múspel. Today the prickly young lord flipped through the pages of a book. Using one hand to rest his chin, normally an otherwise uninteresting scene. There were two strange things in this setting though that Iago could see. One was a quite tall woman who sat next to Leo, a bony arm around his shoulder as she dozed. The other was that how beneath the table a pair of pink size 9's were stuck still in a set of heavy-looking ankle stocks.
"Hmmph, the Princeling now? Stuck-up even in this situation."
Leo flipped to the next page in his book with a look on his face as if all of this was business as usual. The tall death god resting her cheek on the top of his head, the bondage forcing the normally foot shy prince to bare his soles even the strange title of the book "Toying with Forrest" that he read with a bemused expression. That could have been due to the way one of Hel's bony fingers idly trailed up his forearm as she snuggled her face in deeper to the top of his head. Had his new bride not been a large crystallized skeleton Iago might have called the scene touching, that would not have stopped him from doing some touching of his own though. With a few movements from his hands, he changed where the mirror focused. Going to look at Leo from afar to instead staring up at the Prince from below. Most of the sight was taken up by his plush soles with the distracted man's face atop them.
"Well now isn't that surprising? This is the same Prince that cried once when he couldn't find his socks? Look how bold he's gotten with these! I wonder..."
Iago smiled before tapping a finger on the right on the pad of one of Leo's big toes. He saw the way that the skin sank and Leo flickered an eye down as while his mouth twitched. Iago was never the subtle type though and wasted no time. Pressing his cheek to the mirror the sorcerer extended his tongue and ran it up the cold glass of the mirror. The only taste he got was the glass which he was glad had been cleaned recently. Still, the way that goofy grin spread on Leo's cheeks brought a smile to his as he dragged it up and along the glass taking note at the ripple that formed on the skin on the other side of the mirror. The book tumbled from Leo's hand as he tried to contain himself for fear of waking the woman holding him close. Iago in turn placed his teeth on the mirror and started sliding them gently along where Leo's heels would be making him now use both hands to cover his mouth. The blush on Leo's cheeks was driving Iago mad and so he began to move his tongue again this time along the plump ball of the man's foot.
"Mmmpff, laugh for me, you idiot fop. Would that King have listened to me and put you in my care to learn dark magic, we’d have done this many times before, kehehe."
He could almost hear the muffled laughter even if there wasn't sound and it was making him sweat. Leo started to shake and as a result one of Hel's eyes started to twitch when Iago leaned in and put his lips right to where the prince's littlest toe was that was it. He broke out into open belly laughter trying to pull at the stocks that kept his ankles in an attempt to chase away whatever phantom was teasing him. Hel opened her eyes and smiled as she pulled him close to settle down. Soon there were skeletal hands beneath his shirt gently teasing his nipples and making him even pinker. The image started to fade again and Iago pouted but he still enjoyed the fading image of a sweaty Leo curling his toes while his wifey teased his nipples and flustered him up nicely. The stain that appeared on his pants was something Iago wished he could stay and enjoy but he'd have to find entertainment somewhere else. This was actually to his benefit as right as he changed scenes a magically inclined being arrived and looked about for who was playing pranks in his domain. He pouted at missing him but sensed he wasn't far, the Bat smiled and flickered off in search.
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Just a bit of flicking about and Iago growled to himself in frustration, playing with Leo and Corrin had left him with a bit of something that needed taken care of. Flipping through he found a few likely candidates but finally landed on finding Prince Ryoma dozing in a bed. The swordmaster seemed to be enjoying a rare moment of alone time wherein nobody was teasing and tickling them into madness. Iago clucked his tongue at the oversight and wondered how Askr could possibly be losing to these people. Were he in charge he'd do things quite differently, make them scared to even disappoint him.
Putting a hand to the mirror he teased a finger along the sleeping Prince's chin and enjoyed the way the muscular man twitched. He scraped his nail right along the defined jawline and loved the way Ryoma swatted in his sleep at nothing. Running a hand along his forehead as a test, he was encouraged by how the brunette's hair moved in response. A strained expression appeared on Ryoma's face but Iago didn't care, he wasn't planning to look at it much longer.
"I would have preferred Xander but the Hoshidan will do. A pretty face is a pretty face after all. Now let me just get comfortable..."
He turned from the mirror to fetch something and as a result completely missed the streak of red that zipped through the room, searching for the disturbance. The little rodent brat flew off just as Iago turned back and pulled a chair over to the mirror before sitting down into it heavily. He ran a hand along the cushioned armrests and enjoyed the plush feeling of it. The one thing he'd miss Leo's brat for was his needlework as this chair had been more than worth putting up with the bigfooted little fop's eccentricities for. Though he had acquired this odd taste from him and as a result was engaging in all of this. It had to be his fault, someone like Iago could never so base.
"Wonder if I can find him on this? Shouldn't be too hard..."
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He slipped his pudgy feet from their shoes and crossed one leg to inspect his own foot, the plump toes almost shined in the low light he kept here in his chambers. He wiggled them and frowned as he looked up at the mirror at the large feet of the Hoshidan royal, veins darted their tops while Iago's own feet almost seemed doughy. He supposed such was the fate of a magic user and so really he was showing this meathead what study could accomplish. Leaning back in the chair he put his barefeet onto the mirror and sighed at the feeling of the cold glass on his soles.
"Grovel for me, beg to get out from under your better and I might show some mercy, haha~"
He wiggled his toes just enough to see the Prince's reaction as he suddenly felt the pressure on his face. Ryoma's hands shoved at nothing as the ghostly pressure of Iago's feet pressed on his face. The sorceror let out a cackle at the power he had here, how can none of the other so-called Dark Mages have stumbled onto this? He flicked at the waistband of his robes in a frenzy as he wiggled his toes on the glass and saw Ryoma struggle through the mirror. Back in Múspel proper, the little burst of energy got that retainer's attention and he turned back to see if he'd missed something in a previous room.
Iago bit his lip as his length came out of his robes and soon his fingers were traveling up and down the pale obelisk that stood out of his dark clothes. His chest started to rise and fall in rhythm with the direction his fingers would move as in the mirror, Ryoma woke to the feeling of something pressing on his face. Despite appearances, Iago was a clean man he scrubbed himself daily from head to toe, and as such, he knew that the face Ryoma was making at the moment was more due to surprise than anything else, still, he ground his feet on the glass and enjoyed the way the man pounded his fist on the bed in the frustration. His only regret was that he couldn't feel Ryoma's face under his feet. The head of his cock started to sparkle as the littlest bit of pre leaked out and caught the low light.
"Just about there, first useful thing a Hoshidan's ever done."
Iago's eyes rolled back as it started to happen for him and as a result, he didn't see the streak of red enter the room. Elm was a magical being that quite enjoyed the way things worked in Múspel and had been looking to get his own pet. Having an affinity for such things gave him advantages over others, such as when HE entered the room he immediately saw the ghostly veil that had a pair of squishy feet poking through to smother Ryoma's face. A cute idea he supposed but they did so need to learn.
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Iago let out a strangled squawk at the feeling and tumbled from his chair. Back in Múspel, Elm had zipped right over and wrapped one thin arm around the ankles of the ghostly feet, then forming his hand into a claw he had begun to dig right into the squishy soles and scrabble his sharp nails all over these captive feet. He put his fingers between the toes and gave them little twists, gave the squishy heel a hard slap then scratched away at the pink blush that formed, even ran a knuckle up and down inside the small incline of the arch all the while cackling like the evil little brat that he was.
"Kehehhehe whahahat? Whahaaht's hahahappening here?!"
Iago cackled like a madman from his ignoble position on the floor but he was too far along. Even as his arches were fluffed and tweaked, his toes interrogated and his dignity ripped away, his "instrument" was played on. He bit into his lip to focus and soon enough it happened. His dark robes were soon speckled with spots of white from his waist up to one little splat that had gotten to his chin. The scene in the mirror blurred and he was able to pull away but he was in no rush to right himself.
"What was that? Where did it go?"
Staring at the mirror he saw no difference in the scene except that now a goofy grin was plastered on Ryoma's face. His mind ran through anyways that the spell could have failed and he dismissed any of them as mistakes that there was no way he could have made. He moved the mirror about and saw no signs of anything that could have caused that reaction. Had he imagined it perhaps? His pines for feeling being answered by his own mind in such a spectacular way so that he could reach the perfect climax seemed more and more likely the more he thought about it.
"That must be it, I couldn't have made any mistakes and there's no chance someone's better."
Iago's ego had always been in control so Elm barely had to try with his magic to get the oaf to accept such a ridiculous conclusion. He looked around the room as he climbed from the mirror and smiled at the messy Iago on the floor, oblivious to him due to a simple glamour charm. Lady Embla would love him but Elm wanted this one all to himself. A snap of his fingers and the buckles on his sandals came undone as he climbed through the portal fully, the discarded footwear dropping right into Ryoma's lap. He gave another little curse to make the Samurai perform a parting action and as a result, the brunette sandwiched his own manhood between the footwear and began pumping away.
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Elm flew about the room and tried to look at all of the odd occult objects this mortal had collected but his eyes kept being drawn back to the greasy-haired man laying in a heap on the floor. He was still getting his breath back and Elm loved that, he was so deliciously weak. Judging by all the trinkets and gew-gaws strewn across the room, he viewed himself as some kind of expert in the magic of the darkened kind. Elm put a hand over his mouth to stifle the giggle that came as he thought about how this one had clearly let his body wane in favor of gaining knowledge. He thought that gave him power over the dark?
"Ehehe~ let's show you what's in the dark"
Elm floated down slowly and extended one of his thin legs, he wiggled the toes of one of his size 4 feet and smiled. The pale skin had the smallest bit of a shine from all his fluttering around earlier to find his newest toy boy but of course, he didn't sweat. No, what Elm did was glisten just the way Lady Embla liked. His tiny foot was graced with little pink toes that as a bat-like being, were much more dextrous than one would assume. He showed this by using them to lightly grip one of Iago's ears and slide the biggest of them around inside the cup of the villain's ear.
The taller man's face went through a mixture of emotions. First, confusion at what was happening because he couldn't see anything that he could blame for this sensation. Next embarrassed at the feeling of something sliding around inside his ear teasing the sensitive skin. Then, finally, the grin started to creep in and soon Iago was smiling ear to ear as Elm teased him. The mage found any attempt to get up stopped by some kind of unseen force him down by the very ear that was being tickled by it. All he could do was slap helplessly at the ground and wail.
"Ehehehe, whahaht is thihihihis?! Whahaht is hahahpp-phnrmr?!"
Elm silenced Iago nicely by pushing his other foot onto the man's face. He was here to be teased, not listened to. The mystical retainer thought he might keep him there all day until he felt something wet poke his foot. Instantly his face heated up and he took flight with a childish giggle.
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Iago stared around the room in desperation, seeing if maybe he could catch whoever had just done that to him but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary due to Elm's spell. Without it, Iago might have seen the diminutive laguz floating in the corner of his room scowling as tried to massage away the ticklish sensations from his foot.
"Disgusting human, how could he do something so beyond vile... you're going to get it for that one..."
Elm tapped his staff to the back of Iago's head and helped the mage forget his worries by once again boosting his ego. Again he convinced himself that everything was normal by doing the thing he naturally did.
"Must be my mind again, imagination getting the better of me and making it seem so real. It's hard to be this brilliant, really it is."
Yes, again his arrogance was helping Elm to trick him. Just to be sure though the bat flitted down and fished around in Iago's pocket as the mage got to his feet. He felt the hand in there but the occasional squeeze of his thigh through his pocket kept him giggling. Elm smiled when he found what he was looking for, pulling the key to the mage's room out and smiling at it.
"What is this? Is the sp-spell doing this?! I've got to gahahahaha!"
Not even up off his knees yet, Elm had already returned from locking the door to Iago's chambers from the inside. He zipped back and after ripping open his robes to expose his bony stomach, had plunged the cold key deep into his navel and began swirling it around as the man whooped in hilarity. Iago tried to make sense of ut but his mind was in a fog to the point that he tried to rationalize this as normal.
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When Elm pulled the key out, he made a show of sliding it out under the now sealed door, not planning on letting Iago get away at all. His victim didn't even wait, the tall mage standing up and heading towards his bed as the whole incident disappeared from his head. Instead, he sat down heavily and started to remember Prince Corrin streteched out on Surtr's lap, his cute feet at Iago's mercy. The man smiled at the thought, getting butterflies in his stomach.
He ran a hand down his chest and giggled at the sensation as he dreamed of teasing Corrin's toes and feeling them while being able to listen to the idiot beg. He got fun sensations up and down his sides imagining it and he fell back on the bed to enjoy them. What was actually happening was that Elm had straddled his hips and was now running his fingers up and down the villain's sides but he was so lost in his fantasies that it didn't matter.
In his head, it was that brat Siegbert sitting on his knee, tightly constricted in a straitjacket that would keep him from resisting as Iago fluttered his fingers all over his exposed sides and stomach. He could see the princeling biting his lip and twisting as he did so, gasping when he'd slip a finger into that cute little belly button of his and squeaking apologies.
"Nohohooo, stahaahp! Eeek, Iagohohoh sir it tihihihckles! I'm tooohoo tihihihicklsih pleeeheease..." Iago mumbled the brats imagined begging, not knowing that he was applying the perfect soundtrack for Elm to tickle him in the exact way he imagined.
"Nahahat my buhhuhutton" he exclaimed loudly.
"Oh? Let's get that button then!"
Elm's thin fingers fit in perfectly but it wasn't enough, he wanted Iago tearing up not hiding in fantasies. So soon the bat-boy was leaning in and laying kisses up and down the man's ghostly pale stomach. He alternated his ways to keep the man from being able to prepare himself. Some were quick, little chaste affairs, more of a peck really. Others he lingered on, pulling the skin and letting his teeth in. Some he was quite liberal with the tongue, particularly when he got to the navel. He was vaguely aware of how the man's chest was heaving when he started to slip his tongue in but at that point, he himself was lost in the feeling. In Iago's head, his fantasy had him doing this himself to a certain knight who would do anything for his best friend Corrin. He supposed Silas's mad cackles did sound familiar but there was something wrong, he just couldn't stop laughing at it!
When Elm finally pulled away to breathe he had a little strand of saliva going from his lips to keep the connection to Iago's navel, he smiled as he wound it with one finger. Plunging it back into Iago's navel he then really smiled at the way the letch reacted as if he'd been stabbed. Patting the jutting ribs, he let his eyes wander over the pale stomach and considered searching about in here for a pen to leave a message about how he'd claimed this belly as his own. He decided against it and instead used his magic to peek into Iago's head and see what else he was fantasizing about that he could steal.
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He saw a nice little fantasy about Prince Shiro and decided that'd be fun to do next. Letting his grip on Iago's mind make decisions for the fool, soon the sorceror was laying back on his bed again, his head filling with a fantasy of the Hoshidan's size 12s. Iago took one of the handsome feet by the ankle and wiggled his fingers dangerously close to the sensitive skin but at the last second buried his nose in between its toes. Elm yipped at that, thinking that he was instead in for some worship but not expecting the man to instead soon be tickling the sensitive canyons between his toes with his breath. He grit his teeth and used his magic to change Iago's desire and soon was sighing in contentment as the sorceror put reverential kisses along his sole.
When he pulled his foot away, Iago ACTUALLY whimpered like a dog and the sound of it made Elm flush. He had to cross his legs in embarrassment despite having full control here. In Iago's head, he chose to leave Shiro's feet be, choosing instead to look over his captive prize. The man had been stripped of his clothes and his muscles bulged beneath the belts that kept his arms at his sides and his hands behind his back. Iago still couldn't look away from his feet though and-
"Oh~ now there's an idea...”
Elm loved it and did have something thing that needed to be handled now. Iago imagined Shiro as absolutely helpless and totally under his control due to the handcuffs restraining the Prince's hands behind his back. The dark mage lay back on the bed exactly the way he saw Shiro in his mind. He never once wondered why he saw himself, Iago, like the one tickling Shiro through Shiro's eyes. He just knew he was the one in control, he had to be since he was so superior.
He flitted over and knelt atop Iago's shins. Preferring the personal touch, Embla's Retainer undid his trousers by hand and looked at the light red hairs on his member. He then looked at Iago's defenseless feet and smirked, skittering his nails up their soles he then took them by their big toes and pushed them together with all his strength, sandwiching his cock between them. Using one hand to hold them together, and the other to spider tickle up and down Iago's high arches Elm began his fun.
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In Iago's head, he was doing this to Shiro and imagining the sensations himself, giggling at the evil feeling. In real life though and under the effect of Elm's glamour, he was the one laying back on the bed with his hands behind his back. Elm gyrated his hips occasionally but Iago's feet moving about were doing the most work, deep in the fog of his mind he loved the way that Shiro grimaced when he teased the man's big feet, and honestly? Elm got it, he began teasing Iago's toes and that really got the soles moving, their sides dragging up and down Elm's and making him gasp.
The way the idiot sorceror giggled along like he was anything more than Elm's puppet though was the best part. The retainer made a decision right there and spoke it aloud to no one in particular.
"I'm definitely keeping you all for myself, hehe~"
Iago said the words himself, watching the scene in his head from Shiro's position but still thinking that the him he saw performing the actions was him, so great was his delusion. Elm decided to give him a little treat for being such a good little puppet. Moving his knees down a bit he slowly slid his bare toes down until they were beneath Iago's still exposed genitals. The feeling of the warm skin had Elm grit his teeth but once he began to wiggle the toes along the ticklish skin he was rewarded by Iago's feet wiggling yet faster.
The feeling of warmth started in Elm's chest and soon spread down before his eyes rolled back as he could squirt out of him. On regaining control of his eyes he looked down to see the white mess he'd left on Iago's bedspread. There was still a good amount of it dripping off his cock but he never slowed, taking his free hand to scoop it onto his fingers. He squeaked at the feeling of his fingers on his still sensitive manhood but he powered through and proceeded to rub his semen into Iago's soles. The feeling of this made the mage's cackling get even louder and his thrashing more violent which in turn helped Elm get a whole fresh load out to give both feet a nice shine. When Iago himself finally choked on his tongue and shot a load of his own onto Elm's soles the bat boy took off like a cat who'd had water dumped on it.
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Taking to the air in fright he looked down at the messy man below him. Though he wasn't bound in the slightest physically, Elm's glamour had Iago believing he was handcuffed just as Shiro was and so he didn't bother moving, thinking it fruitless. Floating down slowly, he pressed one of his messy feet over Iago's face and adopted a look of annoyance.
"Clean it up, pet."
"Nnnhh, yes...yes."
No hesitation was shown and Iago's tongue shot forth lapping up and down along the small sole. The smile on the man's face couldn't be wider but it was nothing compared to the one on Elm's face as he again, misjudged how ticklish he was. He tried to fly away but to both their surprise, Iago's hand shot forth and took him by the ankle. Elm crashed to the bed and started to beat his fists against sheets in desperation as Iago held him still and licked clean every drop from the petite size 4. When he finished, he put his hand back behind his back as Elm panted into the part of his cloak he'd been screaming into during the whole ordeal.
"Ok, ok I've got your mind back now. Learned a lesson there...hard to keep you charmed when I'm laughing...noted. I think somebody deserves some punishment for that ehehe~"
Elm wrapped his arms around Iago's legs and put his face to the older man's feet. His nose wrinkled a bit at the smell of his own seed but his tongue came out all the same and pressed into Iago's arch. The mage cackled at the feeling and shook but Elm kept those handsome feet right where he wanted, pressing his tongue in between the toes next and pulling it back to chew on the pale digits. He looked back and saw that Iago's cock was back up despite itself and he decided not to leave the poor thing to suffer.
Iago gasped as Elm put his foot right atop the head of his cock and started dragging the soft skin about. His cheeks flushed and he strained to try and get away but couldn't go anywhere. The way he struggled made Elm flush as well and soon his own cock was up. His illusion was slipping due to the way that Iago's slicked cock tickled his foot and as a result, Iago was blinking away all the deceit finally.
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Waking to see there was no Shiro and that instead he was the one having his feet toyed with and manhood batted about like a cat toy made sense in a way. His eyes were focused on one thing though and one thing only, the little red-cock poking out between Elm's legs. When the man pulled one foot away from Elm, the little devil almost made an animal sound. However when he put that foot right atop the head of his manhood the noise he made defied explanation. Mirroring Elm's own grinding, he loved the way it made the lad's foot speed up. However, when the bat leaned in and started to skate his fingers along his heels he had to respond.
Reaching down and taking Elm's other foot by the ankle, he pulled it up into his face. Using one hand to pinch at each of those cute little toes, he popped them in his mouth and began chewing on their pink pads. This made Elm shout rather uncharacteristically and release his ankle, though Iago did not pull it back. Instead when Elm moved his hand down to his own cock and started to use it to guide its slick head around Iago's sole more effectively, once more he mirrored it. Soon the two were hopelessly entangled playing with each other, themselves, and tickling each other insane while just generally getting more and more red by the second. Neither was sure who came first or even how many times but by the time they were discovered by a third party, it had been going for who knows how long.
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Investigating the noises from Ryoma's room, King Surtr had been surprised to find the Samurai teasing himself to bits with a discarded sandal. The way into Askr was still wide open and just a peek revealed that troublesome little Elm who'd been roaming around his domain. Even more surprising was the hero with whom he'd decided to wrap himself up. The two were sticky and helpless when Surtr found them and as such couldn't do a thing when he simply reached through and snatched them up. Surtr looked over his two sticky sweet treats and smiled, he had the perfect idea for them.
A few days later Laegjarn came to visit, she was bringing along a boy that King Surtr had wanted to see and was enjoying the show Morgan was putting on teasing him. Erk giggled and tried to balance the stack of books he carried knowing that if he dropped them that Morgan would carry them and the princess would carry him. Normally, a grump of the highest order, since being pulled her to Múspel and given more than a few special treatments from family and friends. Now he was the sunniest of boys, rarely seen without a smile on his face whether intentional or due to his scribbling in that book he always had, today however he was bringing a number of them to King Surtr's chambers that contained the tales of various other Heroes whom the King planned to see soon.
Laegjarn sighed as Erk finally dropped the books and scooped him up before he could scamper away. She'd heard her father had two new pets that were quite talented at scribbling out all manner of ideas and she was eager to see what they could come up with. When she opened the door to the King's chambers and looked up from rimming a finger around Erk's navel she saw them hard at work on her father's bed as the King teased them.
Specialized stocks had been installed and with the help of some magic as well, now Iago and Elm's red faces poked out from between the cushions. On either side of both men's heads were their feet, kept helpless and still just as Surtr liked them. Right now the King was swirling a finger along the pad of Elm's toe as he wailed while Iago feverishly wrote down ideas while Surtr allowed his hands to be free. Eventually, Surtr would take him by the wrists and put his hands back in the trap while he teased his soles. Iago hoped that the ideas he'd scribbled down for Elm would be enough to keep Surtr occupied with testing them out and that they would beat out the ideas for Iago that Elm had scribbled up.
The feeling of rough fingers caressing his heel let him know that his time was up and that he'd find out. He hoped he'd win, they'd been tied at 76 to 76 for a while now...
