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First of all, once again, thank you for the feedback on my first ever tickling fiction (see link below). Now let's go on with the show, shall we? As I promised, this chapter features a little more... interpersonal tickling. And a lot of teasing.
Part 1:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?318719-Descent-Part-1-(*-F-F-self)
"Another day, another false lead" -Viriana mumbled to herself as she rummaged through her notes, frustrated with her inability to live up to her reputation as a huntress. She rented a room in the attic of the local tavern and enjoyed the hospitality of the lazy lumbering village of Solespeake for almost a week by now, but aside from her brief chatter with Abbess Costella, leader of the local flock, nothing led her closer to capture or at least locate the demoness she was after.
The young Abbess, barely entering her 40s, gave her a hearty welcome, blessed her arrows and dagger, then told her a story about the Terror in Crimson, an old demoness of the local folklore, who has been haunitng the area since time immemorial, and who has been banished to Hell by her predecessor, almost a century ago.
According to the Abbess, some villagers started spreading rumors about her return. Weird noises could be heard deep in the woods, ungodly roaring, moans, sometimes even screaming and laughter...
Before her banishment, the fiend managed to corrupt the village elder's son, and almost managed to convince him to assassinate the local count and take over his place. This was a truly important information, as the cult which summoned the demon that caused the terrible detonation which destroyed Castle Soleshire was led by none other than the lich-ified son himself; his remains were found amidst the ruins.
It was a common knowledge that the Elder's son had never been the same even after the banishment of the demon, but only now has the jigsaw puzzle of his life become complete:after his disappearance from Solespeake following the victory of the locals over the Terror in Crimson, he dedicated his life, and even his undeath to help his Mistress to return.
"But how? Or why? According to the Abbess, he was a simple, humble man, not someone who was interested in magic, save for some basic spells to help the crops grow faster. Somehow he managed to catch up with the craftiest wizards and turned himself into a lich, which wasn't a small feat even for someone who spent their life dedicated to arcane arts, not to speak of a 30-something who never even left the village he was born in beforehand."
Viriana has never heard about a demonic possession that lasted even after the source has been banished.
"Maybe it's something that old geezer Sir Sigfried forgot to tell me.".
Unfortunately, this lead was absolutely dead. The previous Abbess has been dead, the Village Elder and his son have been dead, and the demoness hasn't shown up yet. Still, something was wrong. This was the only thing the redheaded huntress was certain about from the very moment she entered the village. The people of Solespeake were a friendly bunch, but they were simple folks: they couldn't add anything to what the Abbess said, at least nothing that the next person didn't contradict in five different ways. And still, some sort of anxious glow could be seen in many of their eyes whenever they were asked about the Hellish creature.
There have been rumors about the Terror in Crimson being nothing more than a wild animal, a smaller predator of some sort, one that killed the wrong person's chickens, who in return organized a mock-crusade and chased the poor critter away with more force than the village could mobilize in a bandit raid. An old lady tried to convince Viriana that her neighbor is the Terror in Crimson, trying to get the young huntress involved in some long running petty feud... but none of them brought her any closer to a solution... or at least to the next step.
If there was something she was grateful about though, is that the incident that has been haunting her before entering the village (and especially before visiting the Abbey) seemed to dissipate. The memories of the nightmares of ticklish torment, the teasing, tickling licks of small woodland animals, her infatuation with her own beautiful size 10 feet, the buzzing arousal... they all felt like things that happened long ago. Even if she was convinced that she somehow became more sensitive, and her feet were indeed very pretty, which is something she hardly cared about before her previous ordeal, she hasn't felt yet another surge of such irrepressible lust.
She was glad to be among humans, she was happy to have enough distraction not to stay alone with her sensitive body for too long. Also, the Abbess telling her that the demoness seduced the young man was definitely a good point against indulging herself with any sort of sexual pleasure while the investigation lasts.
"This won't get any better tonight, that's for sure." she thought to herself. "Time to hit the inn and see if Solespeake Pale is really as good as the rumors say. Not really the kind of investigation I'm here for, but either I get inspired by a good mug of ale, or I drink enough to forget how much I suck at hunting demons"
****
If anything, it was better than rumored. Viriana has been enamored by the sweet, malty flavor of the ale, with the gentle bitterness of some local hop cultivar tingling her tastebuds firmly, but not intrusively so. It was as fresh as it was freshening, apparently the ingredients were all gathered locally. Viriana barely even noticed downing her first tankard of the deep golden liquid, she was already asking for the next round. Many of the village's folk shared her pastime, tired lumberjacks, carpenters, even some ladies and grown up maids of Solespeake joined in the joyous activities that the little inn could offer.
After drinking the second portion, Viriana started feeling hot and loosened her garment a little. Her face and her limbs felt a little numb and looking into a mirror, she noticed a reddish hue on her cheeks and her nose. Yes,-she thought-she's getting rather tipsy. She was prone to chastize herself about bringing her professionalism yet more ill reputation, but when the locals invited her to join a game of darts, she dismissed all sense of shame, convincing herself that after such a frustrating investigation, she deserves a little recreation.
The villagers were impressed by her accuracy when it came to throwing darts. She humiliated everyone, even the potbellied champion-of-the-village.
A barmaid, adult, but probably not even 20 yet, armed with a heart melting coquettish smile, even brought her yet more ale on the house to "even the odds", but to no avail: Viriana's aiming wasn't hindered by intoxication.
"One point to the hunters!"-she exclaimed giddily, as she took yet another little dart and aimed at the target.
At that moment one of the lumberjacks, a rather handsome, strong handed man who stood right behind her under the pretense of inspecting her technique, swiped her fingertip right across the hollow of Viriana's armpit.
"EEEEEEEP!"
The shot barely missed an innocent bystander and the tall, lithe huntress quickly locked her arm up close to her body, protecting her vulnerable skin.
Viriana didn't even have enough time to snap back at the man, he already grabbed her by the waist from behind and shoved her other hand up into the front of her recently loosened top, spider-walking with his fingers across her tender, trembling belly.
"NOHOHOHOOOOOHOH! STAHAHAHAHAAAP! IDIOHOHOOOOT!"
Try as she might, she couldn't break loose, he dodged her flailing arms and his own arm, trained by the long years of felling trees -a tree trunk of its own fashion- alone was enough to lock her slim body in a firm, yet not painful grip.
The grinning young man kept on torturing her, some of his friends nodding approvingly over the sight of the young huntress laughing with her face going red and her taut belly flashing as her top is slowly slipping upwards. The man's fingers were dancing mercilessly on that snowy field of soft skin and sensitive nerve endings.
"PLEEEEHAHAHAHASE!"
Viriana tried to curl up forward to protect her belly, but the man's strong arm right below her breast locked her movement and held her almost standing straight. Her belly started feeling numb from all the teasing fingertips crawling over it and after a while she felt her abs turn into jelly, exposed without further resistance to the torment.
"EH-HEH...EH-HEH... ohmygod.. EHEHEHEH"
In that moment, her tormentor changed tactics. Sensing her resistance collapse, he went back to using a single fingertip, and slowly started caressing her ribs.
"EEEEEEK... Nowaihihit! Cut it ouhuhut!"
She felt dizzy. The tickling wasn't that much of a torment anymore. It was a handsome man holding her tight, gently caressing her body, his stubble pressing against the back of her neck, giving her goosebumps... it's been so long since...
And the buzzing that she hasn't felt since entering Solespeake, re-emerged from the hidden vault of her desires.
"ahh...ahAHAHHH...WAIT...I cahahan't..."
She wasn't resisting anymore.
Her pale belly offered itself to the caressing fingers, drinking up all the little pleasurable electric jolts the man blessed her with. By the time he withdrew his hand to start a slow, single fingered descent on her navel, she felt her body responding impatiently, jerking forward, humping the air, trying to meet the wiggling finger as soon as possible, unable to stand yet another moment without being touched. She felt his warm breath on the tips of her slightly elfin, deliciously sensitive ear.
She reached behind her playful assailant's head but instead of fighting, she dug her long fingers into the man's dark curls. The man's friends and the barmaid who brought the free round watched the scene in awestruck excitement.
"Come ohohon... please..."
Tipsy as he too was, and unable to see Viriana's face, the man was utterly oblivious of the pleasure he inflicted upon his victim and what she thought to slowly become an exciting turn of events, a dance of seduction spiced with sweet torment, was hardly more to him than the prelude to the finale of teaching this young outlander lass a thing or two about humbling local fellows in their own sport.
A moment later he struck down on her belly with all the fury of a tickling tornado.
"BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! YOUHUHUHU MOROHOHOHOOON! ENOUUUUGH! AHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
The Barmaid, who just returned with yet another round of ale for the whole bunch (paid for fair and square by one of the man-turned tickle monster's friends) frowned, seemingly rather disappointed by the lumberjack's infantility. Playtime was over. But not just for her and the young man. As a final act of desperation, Viriana raised her right leg and prayed that her aim won't fail her, just this last time tonight.
****
Five minutes later, Viriana's head cleared up a little. She was sitting back at her table, back against the wall, gripping the handle of the last tankard.
"Wait, is it empty? And why is that other empty one on my table?"
So did the young man who tickled her, but his tankard pressed firmly against his crotch, he himself quietly whimpering, appreciating the cold pressure on his aching man parts.
The participants of the ad hoc tickling session shot an apologetic look at one another.
Viriana started to feel dizzy again. As much as her head felt clearer for a few seconds, she was getting rather drunk. She was sitting, but still, if she stood up, she probably couldn't walk straight for long. The pesky hot swollen feeling in her loins didn't help much either.
The buzzing which started anew while she was getting the tickle treatment, didn't let go of her yet. But as for the moment, she tried to dismiss it as the effect of the alcohol.
"BURT, DO WHAT YOU'RE PAID FOR!"- the young coquettish barmaid yelled at the fiddler, who so far has been entertaining some younger folks with his tall tales instead of playing music. But an order is an order, as he rather comically replied, even briefly standing at attention and saluting to the girl, before he started playing.
Burt was a talented fiddler, not long after he started playing, most of the patrons were up on their feet, dancing. Merry couples dancing in pairs, some of the lads stood in a line, grabbing each other by the shoulder, stomping the ground before them to the rhythm, while singing the lyrics of the music Burt played out loud. It was some sort of patriotic song, mocking and insulting the neighboring duchy, with which Soleshire had more than a few clashes in history. But Viriana couldn't figure much of it out, her concentration was waning, so she just tried to smile and giggle politely whenever she felt like the men reached a punchline in the song.
Even the barmaid couldn't keep standing still, and since dancing patrons can't drink anyway, she shot a pleading stare at the barkeep, and after he nodded, she tossed her flat shoes aside, and with the agility of a cat, she jumped up on a table to start dancing.
A table, where Viriana was busy trying to revive her stunned brain cells.
As much as she was having difficulty trying to decipher the lyrics of the song the men were singing and as much as the blurred mass of dancing people made her feel nauseous, as soon as the beautiful barmaid's bare feet landed on her table, her eyesight cleared up and she became transfixed on the tiny, but agile lower extremities.
The barmaid's feet weren't as big as hers, maybe size 6 or 7, but they were perfectly proportioned, with smooth, creamy tan colored soles that flashed towards her on multiple occasions as the girl was spinning on the balls of her feet and the tips of her toes... and oh, her toes... adorable, suckable, rather long digits, with the most incredible red nail polish covering her toenails that she's ever seen. It looked perfectly with her milk chocolate colored skin and her long, dark, wavy hair that captivated Viriana with its waving, nearly flowing, almost as much as her feet did.
Almost, but not quite.
Viriana felt her mouth watering. She couldn't deny anymore that the buzzing wasn't caused by the alcohol, but instead by whatever has recently started to force her to an aroused state whenever she encountered tickling or faced beautiful feet.
She had to take her eyes off those beauties, before she does something stupid. It already took most of her willpower not to start doing something rather inappropriate under the table. Something that her parts hidden under the table were SCREAMING for, since her little tickling incident... or even longer.
She hastily put her hands upon the table, to resist the temptation, but now her trembling hands were inches away from the dancing barmaid's feet. Oh, how she wanted to caress that soft foot, prancing, stretching and curling right in front of her... what she wouldn't give to kiss it, to lick, to suck... to tickle.
Secretly, Viriana blessed Burt for making his fiddle sound louder than her own pathetic aroused whimpers. Her legs were crossed tightly and the heat coming from her loins was unbearable. She lost all touch with the events around her, all that existed was her, her desires and those beautiful pair of feet so temptingly close to her, she could even feel some sort of pleasant, feminine scent coming from them.
Suddenly the music stopped. And just like that, she snapped out of her trance. But it came a moment too late.
"Lady..? What are you doing?"
Regardless of the danger a dancer's feet may pose, at the end of the song, Viriana's hand wrapped around the beautiful barmaid's soft left foot, as if a magnet attracted it.
"Oh my... n-nothing, I'm so sorry, I didn't..."- she tried to apologize, her face becoming way more red than the blush caused by alcohol. She hastily let go of the foot and hoping that nobody noticed it, uncrossed her legs, the fresh air feeling like a freezing winter draught against her soaked undergarment.
"You could have just told me if I was bothering you."- the barmaid flashed a lopsided, but innocent smile.
"N-no, that'sh not what I meant, I mean..."- alcohol overtaking, words abandoning her, she apologetically caressed her foot. ("What the Hell are you doing, Vir?")
"Come on, I'm just teasing you!"- the flirtatious grin from earlier returned. "But if you really don't mind it..."
She hopped off the table, now sitting on it, her bare feet dangling inches away from Viriana's overheating core. The huntress was hit by a sudden rush of arousal and she let out a yet another pathetic whimper. The cute barmaid cocked her eyebrow questioningly.
"I... I REALLY HAVE TO..." Viriana snapped, before realizing that it was way louder and more vehement than intended. "I'm s...shorry"- she corrected herself. "I really -hic- have to go now."
"Well if you say so..."- the barmaid replied, then lifted her foot and playfully gave Viriana's forehead a gentle push. Aside from making her die on the inside with desire, the sole on her head was enough to send the drunk woman behind the bench, trapped between it, and the wall.
"Oh my... one too many, right?"- the barmaid shook her head in disapproval. "You couldn't make two steps without help." She quickly pulled the trapped huntress out of her predicament and dusted her off.
"Come on"- she said, patronizingly. "I'll take you back to your room."
****
As much as there was a difference in stature between the tiny barmaid and her strong but slim burden, they reached Viriana's room quickly.
"T-thanksh, dear... whatsyername?"-Viriana really tried to form a correct sentence, but it still didn't really work out.
"Anahita"- the barmaid smiled politely.
"Yeah, that"- the huntress replied, barely registering the answer to her question, as she crawled into her bed.
"Wait, let me help..."- the young girl offered, with a blanket in her hands, while Viriana negligently tossed most of her outfit in the corner, only leaving her underwear on. Her nipples standing proud and erect on the top of her C-cup breasts, due to the night's ordeal.
Without answering, Viriana just waved at Anahita, signaling that she's ready to be covered. She failed suppressing a moan when the soft tissue of the blanket met her aching buds, continued in joyous sighing as the teasing fabric slid over them while the girl pulled the blanket up to her neck. Anahita quickly tucked the sides of the blanket tightly under the drunk redhead, who was already on the verge of falling asleep by the gentle, almost caressing movement of her helper and the tightness of the blanket.
"Tightness?"
Viriana's eyes popped open as she realized that she can't move at all. Focusing was still a hard task, but at least the first beams of sunlight have already started to breach through the veil of the night. Some time must have passed since Anahita brought her up, but it still couldn't be more than 4 AM.
She saw a human-like shape sitting at the corner of her bed.
"Great... sleep paralysis." she fumbled for words, still half-drunk. "Alright, spooky ghost-whatever, do your job, crawl on me, stare at my face up close and scare me awake!"
The odd creature indeed started crawling up on her bed, until finally the shape of her naked upper body became clear enough to see. She had small, dark horns. Her skin was deep red. As she spoke, glimpses of her forked tongue could be seen, and her rather sizeable breasts pressed against Viriana's belly, with two rock hard nipples sliding across its blanket covered surface. Their hardness was only matched by her own nipples, which have been rubbing against the blanket since Anahita left.
"I can do something way better than that!"-came the answer from a very much familiar, seductive voice. "Make you feel like you're dreaming. And make you want this dream to never, ever end." The dark lips of the demoness pulled to a suggestive grin.
Viriana wanted to scream. But the demoness suddenly switched position. She slipped off of her, now getting her face close to the frightened redhead's huge feet that weren't wrapped in the blanket, but left all exposed in their pale, wiggling beauty, while using her own foot to muffle the scared cries of her victim. And just as an exciting scent coming from the Hellish beauty's sole started enticing her nostrils, she felt a single sharp fingernail gliding down her own left sole.
Even with a copious amount of alcohol still in her bloodstream, the huntress knew three things very well.
The demon came here to torture and seduce her.
Whatever is the reason, she must resist her temptations.
Considering how much teasing she endured in the last few hours, without any help, she won't last long.
-END OF PART 2-
I hope you liked it! I also hope that my grammar won't make it unenjoyable, if you guys see a returning, typical mistake that I keep making, feel free to hit me with a DM describing it, I don't mind re-editing stuff.
Part 1:
http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?318719-Descent-Part-1-(*-F-F-self)
Descent
Part 2
Part 2
"Another day, another false lead" -Viriana mumbled to herself as she rummaged through her notes, frustrated with her inability to live up to her reputation as a huntress. She rented a room in the attic of the local tavern and enjoyed the hospitality of the lazy lumbering village of Solespeake for almost a week by now, but aside from her brief chatter with Abbess Costella, leader of the local flock, nothing led her closer to capture or at least locate the demoness she was after.
The young Abbess, barely entering her 40s, gave her a hearty welcome, blessed her arrows and dagger, then told her a story about the Terror in Crimson, an old demoness of the local folklore, who has been haunitng the area since time immemorial, and who has been banished to Hell by her predecessor, almost a century ago.
According to the Abbess, some villagers started spreading rumors about her return. Weird noises could be heard deep in the woods, ungodly roaring, moans, sometimes even screaming and laughter...
Before her banishment, the fiend managed to corrupt the village elder's son, and almost managed to convince him to assassinate the local count and take over his place. This was a truly important information, as the cult which summoned the demon that caused the terrible detonation which destroyed Castle Soleshire was led by none other than the lich-ified son himself; his remains were found amidst the ruins.
It was a common knowledge that the Elder's son had never been the same even after the banishment of the demon, but only now has the jigsaw puzzle of his life become complete:after his disappearance from Solespeake following the victory of the locals over the Terror in Crimson, he dedicated his life, and even his undeath to help his Mistress to return.
"But how? Or why? According to the Abbess, he was a simple, humble man, not someone who was interested in magic, save for some basic spells to help the crops grow faster. Somehow he managed to catch up with the craftiest wizards and turned himself into a lich, which wasn't a small feat even for someone who spent their life dedicated to arcane arts, not to speak of a 30-something who never even left the village he was born in beforehand."
Viriana has never heard about a demonic possession that lasted even after the source has been banished.
"Maybe it's something that old geezer Sir Sigfried forgot to tell me.".
Unfortunately, this lead was absolutely dead. The previous Abbess has been dead, the Village Elder and his son have been dead, and the demoness hasn't shown up yet. Still, something was wrong. This was the only thing the redheaded huntress was certain about from the very moment she entered the village. The people of Solespeake were a friendly bunch, but they were simple folks: they couldn't add anything to what the Abbess said, at least nothing that the next person didn't contradict in five different ways. And still, some sort of anxious glow could be seen in many of their eyes whenever they were asked about the Hellish creature.
There have been rumors about the Terror in Crimson being nothing more than a wild animal, a smaller predator of some sort, one that killed the wrong person's chickens, who in return organized a mock-crusade and chased the poor critter away with more force than the village could mobilize in a bandit raid. An old lady tried to convince Viriana that her neighbor is the Terror in Crimson, trying to get the young huntress involved in some long running petty feud... but none of them brought her any closer to a solution... or at least to the next step.
If there was something she was grateful about though, is that the incident that has been haunting her before entering the village (and especially before visiting the Abbey) seemed to dissipate. The memories of the nightmares of ticklish torment, the teasing, tickling licks of small woodland animals, her infatuation with her own beautiful size 10 feet, the buzzing arousal... they all felt like things that happened long ago. Even if she was convinced that she somehow became more sensitive, and her feet were indeed very pretty, which is something she hardly cared about before her previous ordeal, she hasn't felt yet another surge of such irrepressible lust.
She was glad to be among humans, she was happy to have enough distraction not to stay alone with her sensitive body for too long. Also, the Abbess telling her that the demoness seduced the young man was definitely a good point against indulging herself with any sort of sexual pleasure while the investigation lasts.
"This won't get any better tonight, that's for sure." she thought to herself. "Time to hit the inn and see if Solespeake Pale is really as good as the rumors say. Not really the kind of investigation I'm here for, but either I get inspired by a good mug of ale, or I drink enough to forget how much I suck at hunting demons"
****
If anything, it was better than rumored. Viriana has been enamored by the sweet, malty flavor of the ale, with the gentle bitterness of some local hop cultivar tingling her tastebuds firmly, but not intrusively so. It was as fresh as it was freshening, apparently the ingredients were all gathered locally. Viriana barely even noticed downing her first tankard of the deep golden liquid, she was already asking for the next round. Many of the village's folk shared her pastime, tired lumberjacks, carpenters, even some ladies and grown up maids of Solespeake joined in the joyous activities that the little inn could offer.
After drinking the second portion, Viriana started feeling hot and loosened her garment a little. Her face and her limbs felt a little numb and looking into a mirror, she noticed a reddish hue on her cheeks and her nose. Yes,-she thought-she's getting rather tipsy. She was prone to chastize herself about bringing her professionalism yet more ill reputation, but when the locals invited her to join a game of darts, she dismissed all sense of shame, convincing herself that after such a frustrating investigation, she deserves a little recreation.
The villagers were impressed by her accuracy when it came to throwing darts. She humiliated everyone, even the potbellied champion-of-the-village.
A barmaid, adult, but probably not even 20 yet, armed with a heart melting coquettish smile, even brought her yet more ale on the house to "even the odds", but to no avail: Viriana's aiming wasn't hindered by intoxication.
"One point to the hunters!"-she exclaimed giddily, as she took yet another little dart and aimed at the target.
At that moment one of the lumberjacks, a rather handsome, strong handed man who stood right behind her under the pretense of inspecting her technique, swiped her fingertip right across the hollow of Viriana's armpit.
"EEEEEEEP!"
The shot barely missed an innocent bystander and the tall, lithe huntress quickly locked her arm up close to her body, protecting her vulnerable skin.
Viriana didn't even have enough time to snap back at the man, he already grabbed her by the waist from behind and shoved her other hand up into the front of her recently loosened top, spider-walking with his fingers across her tender, trembling belly.
"NOHOHOHOOOOOHOH! STAHAHAHAHAAAP! IDIOHOHOOOOT!"
Try as she might, she couldn't break loose, he dodged her flailing arms and his own arm, trained by the long years of felling trees -a tree trunk of its own fashion- alone was enough to lock her slim body in a firm, yet not painful grip.
The grinning young man kept on torturing her, some of his friends nodding approvingly over the sight of the young huntress laughing with her face going red and her taut belly flashing as her top is slowly slipping upwards. The man's fingers were dancing mercilessly on that snowy field of soft skin and sensitive nerve endings.
"PLEEEEHAHAHAHASE!"
Viriana tried to curl up forward to protect her belly, but the man's strong arm right below her breast locked her movement and held her almost standing straight. Her belly started feeling numb from all the teasing fingertips crawling over it and after a while she felt her abs turn into jelly, exposed without further resistance to the torment.
"EH-HEH...EH-HEH... ohmygod.. EHEHEHEH"
In that moment, her tormentor changed tactics. Sensing her resistance collapse, he went back to using a single fingertip, and slowly started caressing her ribs.
"EEEEEEK... Nowaihihit! Cut it ouhuhut!"
She felt dizzy. The tickling wasn't that much of a torment anymore. It was a handsome man holding her tight, gently caressing her body, his stubble pressing against the back of her neck, giving her goosebumps... it's been so long since...
And the buzzing that she hasn't felt since entering Solespeake, re-emerged from the hidden vault of her desires.
"ahh...ahAHAHHH...WAIT...I cahahan't..."
She wasn't resisting anymore.
Her pale belly offered itself to the caressing fingers, drinking up all the little pleasurable electric jolts the man blessed her with. By the time he withdrew his hand to start a slow, single fingered descent on her navel, she felt her body responding impatiently, jerking forward, humping the air, trying to meet the wiggling finger as soon as possible, unable to stand yet another moment without being touched. She felt his warm breath on the tips of her slightly elfin, deliciously sensitive ear.
She reached behind her playful assailant's head but instead of fighting, she dug her long fingers into the man's dark curls. The man's friends and the barmaid who brought the free round watched the scene in awestruck excitement.
"Come ohohon... please..."
Tipsy as he too was, and unable to see Viriana's face, the man was utterly oblivious of the pleasure he inflicted upon his victim and what she thought to slowly become an exciting turn of events, a dance of seduction spiced with sweet torment, was hardly more to him than the prelude to the finale of teaching this young outlander lass a thing or two about humbling local fellows in their own sport.
A moment later he struck down on her belly with all the fury of a tickling tornado.
"BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! YOUHUHUHU MOROHOHOHOOON! ENOUUUUGH! AHHAHAHAHAHAAAA!"
The Barmaid, who just returned with yet another round of ale for the whole bunch (paid for fair and square by one of the man-turned tickle monster's friends) frowned, seemingly rather disappointed by the lumberjack's infantility. Playtime was over. But not just for her and the young man. As a final act of desperation, Viriana raised her right leg and prayed that her aim won't fail her, just this last time tonight.
****
Five minutes later, Viriana's head cleared up a little. She was sitting back at her table, back against the wall, gripping the handle of the last tankard.
"Wait, is it empty? And why is that other empty one on my table?"
So did the young man who tickled her, but his tankard pressed firmly against his crotch, he himself quietly whimpering, appreciating the cold pressure on his aching man parts.
The participants of the ad hoc tickling session shot an apologetic look at one another.
Viriana started to feel dizzy again. As much as her head felt clearer for a few seconds, she was getting rather drunk. She was sitting, but still, if she stood up, she probably couldn't walk straight for long. The pesky hot swollen feeling in her loins didn't help much either.
The buzzing which started anew while she was getting the tickle treatment, didn't let go of her yet. But as for the moment, she tried to dismiss it as the effect of the alcohol.
"BURT, DO WHAT YOU'RE PAID FOR!"- the young coquettish barmaid yelled at the fiddler, who so far has been entertaining some younger folks with his tall tales instead of playing music. But an order is an order, as he rather comically replied, even briefly standing at attention and saluting to the girl, before he started playing.
Burt was a talented fiddler, not long after he started playing, most of the patrons were up on their feet, dancing. Merry couples dancing in pairs, some of the lads stood in a line, grabbing each other by the shoulder, stomping the ground before them to the rhythm, while singing the lyrics of the music Burt played out loud. It was some sort of patriotic song, mocking and insulting the neighboring duchy, with which Soleshire had more than a few clashes in history. But Viriana couldn't figure much of it out, her concentration was waning, so she just tried to smile and giggle politely whenever she felt like the men reached a punchline in the song.
Even the barmaid couldn't keep standing still, and since dancing patrons can't drink anyway, she shot a pleading stare at the barkeep, and after he nodded, she tossed her flat shoes aside, and with the agility of a cat, she jumped up on a table to start dancing.
A table, where Viriana was busy trying to revive her stunned brain cells.
As much as she was having difficulty trying to decipher the lyrics of the song the men were singing and as much as the blurred mass of dancing people made her feel nauseous, as soon as the beautiful barmaid's bare feet landed on her table, her eyesight cleared up and she became transfixed on the tiny, but agile lower extremities.
The barmaid's feet weren't as big as hers, maybe size 6 or 7, but they were perfectly proportioned, with smooth, creamy tan colored soles that flashed towards her on multiple occasions as the girl was spinning on the balls of her feet and the tips of her toes... and oh, her toes... adorable, suckable, rather long digits, with the most incredible red nail polish covering her toenails that she's ever seen. It looked perfectly with her milk chocolate colored skin and her long, dark, wavy hair that captivated Viriana with its waving, nearly flowing, almost as much as her feet did.
Almost, but not quite.
Viriana felt her mouth watering. She couldn't deny anymore that the buzzing wasn't caused by the alcohol, but instead by whatever has recently started to force her to an aroused state whenever she encountered tickling or faced beautiful feet.
She had to take her eyes off those beauties, before she does something stupid. It already took most of her willpower not to start doing something rather inappropriate under the table. Something that her parts hidden under the table were SCREAMING for, since her little tickling incident... or even longer.
She hastily put her hands upon the table, to resist the temptation, but now her trembling hands were inches away from the dancing barmaid's feet. Oh, how she wanted to caress that soft foot, prancing, stretching and curling right in front of her... what she wouldn't give to kiss it, to lick, to suck... to tickle.
Secretly, Viriana blessed Burt for making his fiddle sound louder than her own pathetic aroused whimpers. Her legs were crossed tightly and the heat coming from her loins was unbearable. She lost all touch with the events around her, all that existed was her, her desires and those beautiful pair of feet so temptingly close to her, she could even feel some sort of pleasant, feminine scent coming from them.
Suddenly the music stopped. And just like that, she snapped out of her trance. But it came a moment too late.
"Lady..? What are you doing?"
Regardless of the danger a dancer's feet may pose, at the end of the song, Viriana's hand wrapped around the beautiful barmaid's soft left foot, as if a magnet attracted it.
"Oh my... n-nothing, I'm so sorry, I didn't..."- she tried to apologize, her face becoming way more red than the blush caused by alcohol. She hastily let go of the foot and hoping that nobody noticed it, uncrossed her legs, the fresh air feeling like a freezing winter draught against her soaked undergarment.
"You could have just told me if I was bothering you."- the barmaid flashed a lopsided, but innocent smile.
"N-no, that'sh not what I meant, I mean..."- alcohol overtaking, words abandoning her, she apologetically caressed her foot. ("What the Hell are you doing, Vir?")
"Come on, I'm just teasing you!"- the flirtatious grin from earlier returned. "But if you really don't mind it..."
She hopped off the table, now sitting on it, her bare feet dangling inches away from Viriana's overheating core. The huntress was hit by a sudden rush of arousal and she let out a yet another pathetic whimper. The cute barmaid cocked her eyebrow questioningly.
"I... I REALLY HAVE TO..." Viriana snapped, before realizing that it was way louder and more vehement than intended. "I'm s...shorry"- she corrected herself. "I really -hic- have to go now."
"Well if you say so..."- the barmaid replied, then lifted her foot and playfully gave Viriana's forehead a gentle push. Aside from making her die on the inside with desire, the sole on her head was enough to send the drunk woman behind the bench, trapped between it, and the wall.
"Oh my... one too many, right?"- the barmaid shook her head in disapproval. "You couldn't make two steps without help." She quickly pulled the trapped huntress out of her predicament and dusted her off.
"Come on"- she said, patronizingly. "I'll take you back to your room."
****
As much as there was a difference in stature between the tiny barmaid and her strong but slim burden, they reached Viriana's room quickly.
"T-thanksh, dear... whatsyername?"-Viriana really tried to form a correct sentence, but it still didn't really work out.
"Anahita"- the barmaid smiled politely.
"Yeah, that"- the huntress replied, barely registering the answer to her question, as she crawled into her bed.
"Wait, let me help..."- the young girl offered, with a blanket in her hands, while Viriana negligently tossed most of her outfit in the corner, only leaving her underwear on. Her nipples standing proud and erect on the top of her C-cup breasts, due to the night's ordeal.
Without answering, Viriana just waved at Anahita, signaling that she's ready to be covered. She failed suppressing a moan when the soft tissue of the blanket met her aching buds, continued in joyous sighing as the teasing fabric slid over them while the girl pulled the blanket up to her neck. Anahita quickly tucked the sides of the blanket tightly under the drunk redhead, who was already on the verge of falling asleep by the gentle, almost caressing movement of her helper and the tightness of the blanket.
"Tightness?"
Viriana's eyes popped open as she realized that she can't move at all. Focusing was still a hard task, but at least the first beams of sunlight have already started to breach through the veil of the night. Some time must have passed since Anahita brought her up, but it still couldn't be more than 4 AM.
She saw a human-like shape sitting at the corner of her bed.
"Great... sleep paralysis." she fumbled for words, still half-drunk. "Alright, spooky ghost-whatever, do your job, crawl on me, stare at my face up close and scare me awake!"
The odd creature indeed started crawling up on her bed, until finally the shape of her naked upper body became clear enough to see. She had small, dark horns. Her skin was deep red. As she spoke, glimpses of her forked tongue could be seen, and her rather sizeable breasts pressed against Viriana's belly, with two rock hard nipples sliding across its blanket covered surface. Their hardness was only matched by her own nipples, which have been rubbing against the blanket since Anahita left.
"I can do something way better than that!"-came the answer from a very much familiar, seductive voice. "Make you feel like you're dreaming. And make you want this dream to never, ever end." The dark lips of the demoness pulled to a suggestive grin.
Viriana wanted to scream. But the demoness suddenly switched position. She slipped off of her, now getting her face close to the frightened redhead's huge feet that weren't wrapped in the blanket, but left all exposed in their pale, wiggling beauty, while using her own foot to muffle the scared cries of her victim. And just as an exciting scent coming from the Hellish beauty's sole started enticing her nostrils, she felt a single sharp fingernail gliding down her own left sole.
Even with a copious amount of alcohol still in her bloodstream, the huntress knew three things very well.
The demon came here to torture and seduce her.
Whatever is the reason, she must resist her temptations.
Considering how much teasing she endured in the last few hours, without any help, she won't last long.
-END OF PART 2-
I hope you liked it! I also hope that my grammar won't make it unenjoyable, if you guys see a returning, typical mistake that I keep making, feel free to hit me with a DM describing it, I don't mind re-editing stuff.
