Lake Superior
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"Oh come now! It's just a bit of fun!"
Erk sprinted down the hallway to his room and slammed the door behind him. He let out a sigh of relief before he heard her running after him. He held the door shut as she tried to get in.
"Errrrk! Why are you being so silly? Come now! It was just some silly tickling!"
"I asked you to stop doing that!"
"You asked me not to tickle your ears and I stopped!"
"You stole my shoes and tickled my feet right in the middle of the dining hall!"
"It was a joke, Erk! Valter didn't believe me about your feet being so cute!"
Erk's ears were so red that he was afraid his purple-colored hair might catch fire. He held the door shut as Serra beat on it and started fake crying to get in.
"Y-you're so meeeean Erk! Why are you so meeeeeean?! You know I like you and yet your hiiiiiding?"
"I'm mean?! You scraped a fork on my sole till I cried just to show off to a lunatic, but I’M the mean one?!"
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The pounding at the door started to lessen as Serra saw her crocodile tears weren’t getting her anywhere. Erk stayed in place at the door as soon enough after she quieted down, she was right back to beating upon it. The healer kept it up for another few minutes until she finally stopped abruptly.
"You're so mean Erk! Any other boy would be flattered to have a nobleman's daughter fall in love with him, especially if they were a scruffy mage student like YOU! Hmph!"
Erk felt a kick at the door as the girl left in a huff. He held his tongue in correcting all that was wrong with her indignant statement. When he was sure she was finally gone he sank to a seated position before the door and hugged his knees. He didn't know how she could be so carefree all the time—hey, wait a second! Erk threw the door open and yelled down the hall after his tormentor.
"SERRA! BRING ME BACK MY SHOES AT ONCE! SERRA! AGAIN?! WICKED GIRL!!"
That was the fourth pair of shoes he'd lost, and it was becoming maddening for the young caster. Now he'd have to request another pair, and all that was left were the boots that the Order wore. He hated those so much, yet he was on his third pair now thanks to Serra! He pulled at his hair in frustration at it all.
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A knock at the door had Erk leaping up and opening the door without thinking. Maybe it was Serra returning his shoes? A bit of optimism on his part was rather unfounded. He would never get those shoes back now that they were all displayed on a shelf in Serra's room, after a period of course. For now, they would spend the night in her bed so that the girl could giggle at the footprint he'd left on the sole. If Erk were aware of any of that he'd probably run even faster when Serra came into the room. As for right now…
"Hello."
Erk swallowed as he looked up at the tall, teal-haired man in the doorway before him. His eyes were cold and predatory, and Erk was rather helpless as the wyvern rider forced himself into the room. The Grado general Valter licked his lips at the way the little mage was trembling. This looked to be quite entertaining.
"I came to talk to you about the scene you made in the dining hall today. I found it quite...stimulating..."
The mage turned to scamper off like the little rabbit he was but found his legs swept right out from under him. The lunatic pulled the frightened mage up in a princess carry and brought him close to his face.
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"Are you afraid? That's a shame, I've come to make you smile after all."
Erk could only let out a gasp as Valter threw him onto his bed, landing with a bounce as he ended up on his stomach. He tried to crawl beneath the covers and hide like a child.
"St-Stay away from me! Don't come ne-near me!"
"There, there, calm down! Just let me have my fun."
A long leg pinned Erk's ankles to the bed and stopped his attempt at crawling away. Valter pulled him back until he was able to trap those ankles between his legs with a scissor-hold. Erk still tried to pull away but found that the difference in strength was too great. He felt a finger poke him right in the center of his socked sole and the stimulation shot up through his whole body. He gritted his teeth to not make any noise, but Valter could see him pounding his fist on the bed through the sheets.
"Ahhh there it is! I can tell your smiling down there, hehe. When the summoner forbade me from hurting anyone I was...displeased, but it seems this world has an alternative for battle and pain that still leaves people begging. How convenient that it still lets me get my hands on weakling like you."
Erk wasn't listening to Valter's diatribe as his mind could only focus on the feeling of the man's wicked finger sliding down his socked sole. The young man's chubby toes curled as it got closer to them but then went into spasms as he tricked him and began drawing spirals in his arch. All the movement was starting to slip the mage's embroidered ankle socks (a gift from Lady Louise) up his foot. Valter saw that and slid a finger in beneath the fabric to scratch at the ankle there.
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"Now, it's a shame to unwrap my presents early but I want to make sure that girl was telling the truth. She said you have a cute laugh, but I want to see these feet. Now, be a good boy and take them off for me little rabbit, tickle-tickle~"
Erk wasn't trying to, but he was playing right into the sadist's hands. He tried to wriggle away from the rough fingers on his ankles but that was just slipping the soft socks off his feet faster. Valter chuckled at the sight and sent his finger in deeper, his cracked nail feeling rough on Erk's heel. Valter was not a stable man and had been so hungry to impart some humiliation since arriving in Askr. Searching for wounded Muspel soldiers after battles that he could play with was both time-consuming and quite frustrating. This had led the man to develop another bad habit: when Valter got hungry to commit his crimes, now his fingers would go to his mouth and his nails would be chewed.
This meant that every single one of Valter's fingernails was ragged, sharp, and uneven. Each one had a different groove carved into it by his madness and was just as likely to pierce the skin as it was to graze. Erk had one particularly pointy one teasing his heel right now and was going crazy because of how the sharpest part poked from the side. To somebody as neat and prim as him, the asymmetry was maddening. Valter could cut him if he applied just a little more pressure, but right now all he was doing was making the mage's chest ache due to how ragged his breathing was getting.
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"The girl was right~, she'd said your feet were adorable but that your laughter was intoxicating. My, my, I love it so much. What an ideal pet you'd be...."
Valter's other hand grabbed Erk by the ankle and pulled his leg from the blankets. He then took the blankets and flipped Erk over inside them. Erk was helpless as the giggling sadist wrapped the blankets around him from his ankle up. He tried to push his way out, but Valter just grabbed him by the wrists through the blankets. He pinned both down and produced a length of cord to tie them together over the sheet. Soon Erk was wrapped tight inside his own sheets with no view of what this crazy person was planning to do. The other socked foot kicked at Valter's arm, but it seemed more like Erk was hurting his leg than dissuading the villain.
His sock had slipped down to the middle of his arch and Valter licked his lips at the sight as he added a second finger to the fray. This one had been bitten down to be so smooth and rounded that Erk could barely feel the nail and instead had the calloused fingertip beneath it scraping in his flat arch. The mage could only spasm at the feeling and sputter at the rough treatment as Valter dragged him closer to get a better look.
"Staahahp it! Gehehet off! You’re toohoohoo roouhuhgh!"
"Rough~? Why, if you'd like we can skip right over that rabbit."
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Valter seized either side of Erk's partially stripped foot with his thumbs and brought it up to his face. Erk felt hot breath on it for a second before he let out a high-pitched "YOOOWWW!" as Valter sank his teeth into the Count-to-be's heel. This was not a nibble but a hard chomp that Valter lingered on as he forced his nose up beneath Erk's sock and nudged it further off. Erk's toes wiggled at the pressure and pulled his sock up more as it tangled between them.
Valter noticed this cause-and-effect relationship of course. He gave the heel another chomp so Erk's toes would splay, pulling his sock even more. Erk's cheeks were hot as he kicked and bounced in his cocoon. Valter was treating his foot like dog would a squeaky toy, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it! Without warning, a book (caught in the sheets when Valter bundled him up) thudded onto Erk's head after being launched by all his bouncing. Valter heard the sweet yelp of pain he made, wishing he were able to drink it.
This one was so perfect he thought to himself. He looked at the sock barely clinging on due to those chubby toes holding it as if it would save them. Valter considered undoing his trousers and forcing his cock up between them to finally fish it off. It was easy to imagine dragging a sticky footed Erk, bound just like this, back to his own quarters and keeping him there indefinitely. That would get dull eventually though. Valter bent back all of Erk's toes with one hand and pinched the baby one between the fingers of his other hand. He wiggled it all about as he thought to himself how best to use his new, purple-haired source of entertainment.
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He looked around Erk's room and saw the many books on his desk and lining the shelves as well. He smirked to himself for at least having determined an activity for the next night. Erk gasped as his stubborn sock was plucked from his toes, but that turned to belly laughter as Valter stretched it tight and used it to floss in between the mage's chunky toes. The lunatic then used it to pull back Erk's toes and start biting at the stems of his toes, really making him lose his mind. That damned book thudded into Erk's head again and made him see stars.
Valter looked up from the big, red hickey he'd left right on the ball of Erk's size 5 foot. He smiled and poked the still sensitive skin hard enough to make his blanket boy weep. He slipped his own size 12 foot from its boot and ran his toes along Erk's calf.
"You like books don't you, little rabbit? Well, when I come back tomorrow, I want you to read to me. Pick a good one that'll keep me interested, or my hands might wander..."
Valter took Erk by the toes and heel again before laying in another hard bite to his arch. He looked down at the teeth marks he'd left and licked his lips.
"Now sleep well, Little Rabbit. You'll need your strength for tomorrow."
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Erk felt Valter's weight leave the bed and heard his door slam behind him. His foot was so sore from the monster's teeth and nails, but what made him wince was how much his crotch ached after all that. He lay there panting and embarrassed in that rushed bondage before he drifted off to sleep there like that.
When Erk's eyes opened the next day, he was surprised to find he'd been unbound. Somebody had undone his wrists and laid him down for an actual sleep in the night. He looked down and saw a quill between his toes and while fetching it noticed the message written upon his sole:
"Oh Erk, whatever have you been getting up to? My new friend Valty came by and told me he heard you moaning in your room loud enough to wake the dead. You dirty boy! ~Serra"
Erk now understood the dream he had where his feet had been savaged by a pink monster. He shuddered at the lipstick mark before looking around to try and find his missing sock. His eyes stopped on that book that had smacked him in the face twice last night. He didn't recognize it as one of the tomes he'd already read, nor did he remember taking it from the library.
"Day Planner" was etched on the cover, but it didn't look like one. The cover seemed to be holographic upon inspection, faintly reflecting the room as Erk got closer…until Erk looked directly into it that is. His reflection paused, seemingly captured in freeze frame, and he wondered if it he'd imagined it moving all. The mage opened the book and found there was writing in it, but whose was this? He glanced it over and realized that the written text was about him.
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He looked it over faster and faster as he realized that somebody had written down exactly what had happened to him the previous night. The line about his pants tightening in particular had Erk covering his crotch with his hands as if he was embarrassed in front of the book. He read over an exact re-telling of his night with Valter and bit his lip at the description of how the madman had almost dicked his toes. He skipped ahead to the end but found the book blank after a certain number of pages. Going back until he found writing again had him discovering that the book was now describing what would happen to him tonight. He read about Valter making him read a story with no shirt on and whimpered to himself.
He didn't want this at all! He flipped back through the book to see if there was anything he could do to stop it, some way he could avoid these events. He ended up going too far back and reading about Serra spending the night snuggling with his stolen shoes. He stuck his tongue out in disgust at it before covering his mouth as he read about her licking his footprint in there. He looked down at his feet and wondered, he didn't think they sweated that much... He saw a discarded feather quill on the floor and an idea popped into his head. He bent down to pick up the plume with the idea of changing his future with his own hands. If Erk had looked at the book closer, he might have seen the fine print not that much further in that warned about trying to alter your own fate in this book.
"Do not do this. It's laughable to try and change your destiny."
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Totally oblivious to this clause, Erk put the quill to the page with the intent of crossing out the first, most annoying part of his day. However, he couldn't move the tip to cross out the word “Serra” no matter how much strength he used. The pen shot out of his hand and Erk lurched forwards in a heap. He hunted about the bed for it, never once looking up to see it suspended above him by some magical force. It zipped down and teased the back of Erk's neck, making him giggle and swat at it. It fluttered out of his grasp and began tickling its plume right behind his ear causing the mage to windmill his arms as he tried to catch whatever was doing this.
"Eheeheehee, hey?! What is this—pfhheehee!"
Erk tried to grab the pen, but it whizzed out of his reach before returning to stroke down his cheek. He giggled again and tried to slap it away but once more missed. The quill turned, pressed its tip to the sensitive skin beneath Erk's nose, and doodled a thin mustache across his philtrum as he fell back in a giggly mess. He covered his face with his hands in pitiful defense but then just felt the plume slide into his ear.
"Stohohop it! Stop! That tickles dahahammit! Get off!"
The quill dropped out of the air as suddenly as it had become animated. Drifting down and laying at rest atop the book, Erk looked at the feather in fear. He opened the book and flipped through the pages to find that the whole scene that had just played out was now recorded in there. There was even some extra detail about how that fluffy pen had been a gift from Lord Pent, as well as how a near replica of it was being used right now to feather his adopted father's nipples.
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Erk did not like reading that last part one bit. He grabbed the offending page of the book and tried to rip it out in a fit. This was a mistake as the book responded in kind. Erk's bedsheets, still damp with his sweat from last night, came to life and wrapped around him. Soon he was mummified with only his nose sticking out from an opening in the sheets; well, his nose and those cute, size 5 feet of his. The 22-year-old mage had always sported quite the petite pair and Pent had teased him about it often, saying something about his boys both sharing small and cute feet instead of blood. Now they poked out into his room, wiggling desperately as the sheets pulled his ankles together and his arms to his side. The book that Erk had just tried to ravage flopped right by his feet and opened to the exact passage describing what was about to happen to the mage.
Erk couldn't see the book of course due to the sheets over his face, but the book was going to make him feel it. Its pages fluttered as it tilted up and let its edges scrape along his one bared foot.
"Kehehe hey! Who's dohoing that?! Stop that! Gehet me out of here! Hehehehalp!
The pages turned themselves and continued to lick down his sole as he struggled in the rapidly tightening cloth. The breath was squeezed out of him for a second before they slackened back to simply binding him. He snorted the air greedily all the same, just to be safe. Erk couldn't see it, but that quill had been tossed up by the book’s awakening. Now it was floating on an air current right as he sucked down a big gulp of air. The feather was dragged along with it and soon, in addition to the page-turner tickling his sole, he had that quill halfway up his nose.
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He tried to blow it out but those old, crinkly pages flicking along his foot made it impossible for Erk to control his breathing. Every attempt he made was followed up with the pages finding another sweet spot on his ticklish foot, making him inhale and driving it deeper in as he snorted like the ticklish low-born that Serra always said he was. Under those blankets, he was sweating like a pig and felt like—
*SLAM!*
"ERRRK!"
The door left a crack in the wall with the force of how Serra had thrown it open. Every morning she barged in on Erk the same way, and every morning he was already up, dressed and reading before breakfast. Today however, she paused in utter surprise at the sight of Erk still in his bed, a sweaty mess with a book by his (perfect, delightful, touchable...mmm) feet. Serra shook her head to flush out some of those errant thoughts and instead took in the rare sight of a messy Erk. He sat up out of the blankets with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a sweaty forehead. His mood was not improved by Serra pointing and laughing at the feather stuck between his lip and nose that gave the impression of a white and fluffy mustache.
"My, my Erk! What did you spend the night doing, I wonder? Has all that refinement Lord Pent taught you been flushed away for a night of lewdness? How shameful! You knew that you would be entertaining a Count's Daughter this morning, and you still chose to spend the night reading dirty tomes?"
Serra sat upon the bed and slipped a finger up Erk's socked foot. She giggled at the way it sent him into spasms as he crashed off the bed and responded groggily.
"What?! Morning? How long was...what happened..."
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"Why whatever were you reading here, hmmm?" Serra asked as she scooped up the book and flipped through the pages. Her eyebrows went up as she recognized Erk's impeccable penmanship and stayed up as she read the script of his fun with Valter. She might have realized something was wrong with it if she'd read a bit farther, but alas her urge to tease the drowsy mage stopped her.
"Oh my, Erk! Are you writing your fantasies down now? My goodness, and with Valter too! I didn't know you had such daring tastes."
"PUT THAT DOWN SERRA!"
"Why, Erk? Do you not want me to give you some notes on your work here? In my professional opinion, I think it reads a bit childishly. You certainly seem to enjoy talking about feet, and these scenarios seem a bit unrealistic. I suppose there is some charm though. Why, I do hope you take requests~!"
Serra picked up the quill and waved it so that Erk could see it from his tangled heap on the bedroom floor.
Erk was about to warn her about what the book did when he wrote in it but bit his tongue. Serra seemed like the type to prefer hands-on demonstration. She seemed deflated by his lack of a reaction, but a knowing smile crept across her face. My, she was learning quite a bit about her Erk today, wasn't she? Who knew he liked to be embarrassed like this!
She put the quill to the page right after skimming through the odd scene about Valter's foot in his lap before she added in her own chosen moment. It was a bit cliché, but she was on the spot here! She looked up to see Erk with his mouth hanging open in surprise and giggled at the sight. She helped pull him to his feet before patting him on the bum to hurry him along.
"Erk we really must hurry along to breakfast now. If we're late, nobody’s going to believe me when I tell them it's your fault this time."
Serra skipped away humming her own little ditty as Erk got up and looked for the book. Maybe it had been knocked to the ground?
"Come along Erk! You wouldn't want me to read this alone, would you?"
Immediately, Erk chased after Serra while hoping against all hope that it had been a dream. Please, by St. Elmine let it be one!
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Serra was moving too fast for him to catch up. Erk tried to duck his head forward and go faster, but that just led to him rushing headfirst into somebody who'd been waiting for him. Erk tried to yell for help, but Valter was quick to put a hand over his mouth as he yanked the mage's shirt up over his head and tied it with his cape. He threw the struggling magic boy over his shoulder and stole off with him to the courtyard. Serra waited for her companion in the dining hall for a whole hour and, of course, nobody believed her that she was late due to him for the first time and not the other way around.
She had her food and wandered about for the entire day in an absolute mood. It wasn't until the evening that she felt a desire overtake her. She opened up Erk's stolen journal and read over what she'd written. Amateurish as it may have been, it had been a joy to write. Askr having a pair of stocks set up in the courtyard had always fascinated her. She had only ever saw them put Shinon, Berkut, and Gaius in there, and even then all they did was stew in their rage. She decided to retire to her room to do a bit more writing and satisfy her urges.
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If she'd continued looking for Erk she would have found him in those very stocks she'd been thinking about. Valter had taken it upon himself to lock Erk in the stocks for trying to get into the Dining Hall without shoes or socks. At least that's what he said had happened. Nobody could ask Erk what happened due to how Valter had stuffed that last sock he had between his lips. Now the tall sociopath sat atop of the stocks with an arm around his new friend's shoulders; “Exactly as Serra had written earlier,” he taunted to the gagged Erk.
"You shouldn't do things like that, Little Rabbit~, whether it's walking around without shoes or getting out of bed when I told you to rest up. I bet you didn't even pick a story for tonight either..."
"Pphhhrrm!! Mmmgplhmhmh! Hmphmpmh!"
Erk at first tried to object, then he tried to call out to Serra for help, but eventually the sequence ended with him laughing into his gag as Valter began tickling his foot. The wyvern rider had taken off his own boots despite what he was just chastising Erk about. The man's long feet were tracing their toes along Erk's sole as they tried to jerk away. They had nowhere to go though, so in the end Valter had them all to himself.
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"Serra told me about how you're having nightmares. You're so worried about how your adopted father Pent isn't here, nor your brother Klein. It's okay hehe~. I'll read to you tonight to help you sleep, Little Rabbit. I did ask you to pick a story, but we can make do. What about that one with the Big…"
Valter poked Erk in the sole and enjoyed how the other squealed.
"Bad…"
Valter nuzzled his foot close to Erk's and enjoyed how it trembled.
"Wolf."
Valter's tongue came out and he took a long lick up Erk's neck as the young man flushed in his arms. Serra's own cheeks heated up as she realized what this was. She waited for a second to see but sure enough, it happened. Erk shrieked into his gag and jumped underneath Valter. It caught the lunatic off guard and caused him to tumble off his prey, right into the vacant set of stocks next to him. They clacked shut around his ankles and locked instantly, while the crowd mumbled about how astounding it was that something so contrived could happen.
"What's going on over here?!"
The crowd was parted by a large man forcing his way through. His skin was bronzed by desert sun and his muscles honed by protecting the lands beneath it. Hawkeye looked upon the sight of his friend's apprentice in the stocks right next to a wicked troublemaker and sighed. He didn't have the full story, but he had heard of the mischief Erk had been getting into since Pent's disappearance. Laughing loudly in the Dining Hall. Laughing Loudly in the Library. Generally laughing loudly everywhere and being a constant disruption. Hawkeye didn't know this was because of Serra playing tickle monster to Erk whenever she got bored. Nevertheless, he was disappointed to see the company that Erk was now keeping, and he'd have to be taught a lesson.
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"If Lord Pent was here he'd do the same Erk, and given you’re in the stocks already..."
Erk's eyes bulged as the man reached up to the feathery necklace he wore and snapped off two pure white plumes before kneeling before the two stocked Heroes.
"Time to learn a lesson! Both of you!"
He thrust the feathers between both men's toes and received two different reactions. Erk bounced up and down in his seat while Valter wrapped his arms around himself as he laughed. Erk was desperately shaking his head to indicate that Hawkeye had the wrong idea here, but Valter just saw a chance for more fun.
"Ahahha! Oh, it tihihickles! Ohohoho Erk saahave me, it tihihickles! Pleeheease he tricked me! Mehehercy! Don't tickle our littlest toes!"
"Phhrmm?! Mppnfff! Phhmmr! Hnmhmhhmn!"
Sure enough, those feathers of Hawkeye's were soon playing with Erk and Valter's pinky toes as the two howled and bucked. Serra was a bit miffed about the ad-libbing at first, but now she realized she'd just have to be more specific in the future. Erk saw her sauntering away with the book, already scribbling new entries in it, and his heart sank. Soon enough he was let out of the stocks and thrown over Hawkeye’s shoulder. He could only dread what that fantasies wicked girl had in store for him...
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Once again, the little rabbit was shut in his room with a wolf. Valter wasted no time, pouncing right on Erk and driving him to the bed. The purple-haired mage tried to get out from beneath him, but the taller man easily kept him under control as he ripped off the Elibean's shirt. Valter took Erk's sheets from the bed and wound them tight around his wrists, tying them off and trapping his arms behind his back. Valter propped Erk up in his lap and ran a finger down his chest.
"Well, well, well, look at you! Pretty enough to eat, in my opinion. Little Rabbit, did you ever pick out a story for me?"
"Pfehehehe geheht off of me you dahahastard!"
"Oh...is this how you're going to be? All I want to do is bring a smile to that all so frowny face of yours and this is how you act?... I love it~ I took the liberty of preparing a book for you to read. I call it ‘Little Red-Faced Hood’, and I hope you enjoy it hehe~"
Valter pulled Erk into his lap, crossing his legs in a manner to trap the mage's wrists between them. With a tug, Erk's muscle-less chest was pulled taut and Valter smiled at the flush blooming in his cheeks.
"H-How am I supposed to re-read like this?"
"Oh little rabbit, you come with a perfect stand for a book!"
Valter squeezed Erk's crotch over his pants and licked his lips at the way the mage yelped but didn't pull away. He found that stiffening rod under the fabric and stroked it until it stood proud, straining against hiss slacks just as Erk did against him. The "Hero" took the book and propped it up there with a smile at how effective it was.
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Serra looked up from her desk and sighed. Could this actually happen? She was quickly getting self-conscious about the believability of this. She took a minute to calm down before reading it over again. It didn't have to be great, she supposed. It was just some lewd musings after all. Besides, her Erk was clearly enjoying it. Just look at the way he was acting when she made him! She cracked her knuckles and put the pen back to the paper to continue…
After stopping for a minute to admire the sight of Erk like this Valter opened the book to page one for him and gave him his instructions.
"Read it. Or else~"
Valter's hands began roaming along Erk's bare chest to make his point. When he hesitated, they shot straight to his nipples and pinched the little buds between his fingers, HARD. Erk winced and closed his eyes making Valter cluck his tongue in frustration.
"It can get worse you know. I do bite~"
Erk whimpered at the idea but nodded that he understood. Valter released the pressure on his nipple and began rubbing them between his fingers in a more pleasurable way instead. Erk wasn't a fan of that either but at least it was better. He looked down at the page and began reading the shaky script written there as best as he could.
"O-Once upon a t-time there was a little rabbit in the woods. H-He wore a cute little red cloak and tr-tried to be serious a-all the time. One dahahay—stahahp!"
Valter was swirling his finger inside Erk's navel as the mage's chest heaved under him.
"Hmmm no, just read faster. I like to tickle when I get bored, hehe."
Valter squeezed Erk's hip to illustrate his point and Erk squealed while shaking his head.
"Read. Now."
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"O-One day the l-little rabbit went into the woods! H-he did this all the time but today was different. The lit-little rabbit caught the big bad wolf's eye while wa-washing his fee-feet in a stream..."
Valter leaned in and started grazing his teeth along Erk's ribs.
"Ehehehe! Nohoho! Stahahap!"
"Keep. Reading."
"The rabbit didn't know the wolf had his sc-scent. So, he went home wi-with a smile on his face—
Serra put her pen down and let out a sigh of exasperation. She'd never realized what a daunting task writing a story within a story was. Why had she ever wanted to do this? It'd be so much easier to just have Valter kneel on Erk and bite his cute feet as the mage went wild. Still, she was this far along, and she did have an idea now...
"The ra-rabbit went to close the door to his home behind him bu-but found the wolf forcing his way through!"
Valter took two handfuls of the baby fat on Erk's stomach, and the response was immediate. The typically stoic magic user's face twisted into a silly grin, and he shook with belly laughter. Valter dug in deeper and squeezed that chub while Erk squealed just like a bunny rabbit.
"Looks like that Wolf found a good spot! KEEP READING!"
"Th-The rabbit was scared as the Wolf approached him. His ears were twitching and-AHH! AHAHAHA!
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Valter smirked as he swirled that finger around inside Erk's ear. He brought his teeth to bear again and gave the lobe a harsh bite to show that he was enjoying the story. When he finally settled down Erk resumed the story with a sense of dread at what was to come for the little rabbit.
"The rabbit questioned what the wolf wanted in an attempt at bravery but quickly yelped as it swept him into its arms and took him to the bedroom. Th-the wolf said that it had been feeling down about being in a new place with rules it didn't like. However, it saw a nice charm in the woods and felt that it would be the perfect thing to change its fortunes."
Erk swallowed at the last line partly due to what it was implying was about to happen but also due to how Valter was gliding a finger down his thigh.
"Read. It."
"Bu-but-"
Valter squeezed Erk's kneecap and enjoyed how the mage broke out in deep laughter. He also saw him begin kicking his legs and was torn. He equally wanted to sink his teeth into his prey's jiggling belly and take him by the ankles and pry open those cute toes one by one. The wolf's indecisiveness—
"UGGGGGHH! WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!"
Serra pulled at her hair in frustration. All she wanted to do was write a story about the cute boy, but now she had a hungry pervert she had fallen for taking it over! She'd wanted to do a part with Erk getting a happy ending and smiling a lot, but she couldn't see how that was feasible at this point. After all, she'd specifically written how he was helpless here and nobody was coming to help. Or had she? Maybe she'd double back later and do that. She made a note not to forget to do that but then forgot where she'd put that.
The dilemma for her now went three ways. She would have Erk keep reading her story of course, but should the big bad wolf make a pun about "Lucky Rabbit's Feet" before biting into those toes? Maybe, but was she putting too much focus on feet here? Erk had a lot of other squishy bits begging to be poked, bitten, and scratched. Could the wolf maybe have written about how he was going to dine on the rabbit? That way she could segue into a scene about toothy raspberries on his stomach and a pretty scene describing all the hickies left behind on that baby fat of his. An idea popped into Serra's head, and she went to work quickly lest it slips away.
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Valter put his hand to his chin melodramatically as Erk struggled but neither of them noticed the real monster. Beneath the bed things were moving and sliding as the pair's fun had awoken somebody. The Queen of Nightmares had had her eye on Valter for a while, but his recent interests had compelled her to make her move. Valter didn't wait for Erk to finish reading his story and instead got those ragged nails up into the mage's pits, making him squeal loudly enough cover up the sound of the dark claws beneath the bed.
Valter was overcome by his hunger as he leaned in to really dig into Erk's fuzzy pits and unknowingly release the mage's hands. It didn't do the mage much good, what with how the tall man was riding him, but at least he had a bit more movement now.
"BAHAHA! NOHOO! GEHEHT OHOHFF! IT TIHIHICKLES! GEHEHT OUT OHOHOF THERE! AHAHAH HAAHAHEELP!"
"Who are you crying out to, little rabbit~? Nobody’s going to come and help you this late. You’re all mine until morning hehe! This big bad wolf is gonna have fun! Now let's get rid of these trousers."
Erk's eyes went wide at that, and he put all the strength that he hadn't laughed away yet into getting his feet beneath Valter to kick the lunatic off him. To his satisfaction, the Gradan tumbled off the bed and onto the ground with a yelp and a thud. He grumbled about how he was going to punish this disobedient little rabbit until something slimy grabbed him by the ankle. Valter looked down, but before he could say a word he was dragged under the bed and into unending darkness.
Erk heard a struggle at the foot of the bed and then…nothing. He clenched his teeth and steeled himself for Valter to come back and really give it to him. He assumed the pregnant pause was the lunatic making him anticipate it. As he laid there on his back with his hands still bound, something white poked up down by his feet and he wondered what new horror Valter had for him.
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To Erk's surprise, it looked to be a sock adorned as a puppet. He sat up to see it better but felt an unseen force shove him back down onto the bed. The puppet shook its head, and the colored string on its head representing its hair swayed back and forth in response.
"Nuh-uh, my pupil! You've had a rough night and these dogs of yours must be absolutely barking!"
"…L-Lord Pent?!"
"Ya-huh!"
Erk still couldn't sit up, but now he was able to recognize the hue of the sock puppet’s hair and the scholarly robes it wore. He didn't know when Valter had the time to make a toy of his adopted father, but he definitely did not appreciate it. It inched closer to Erk's foot, and the mage cringed in fear as it wrapped itself in a hug on his sole. The soft fabric of the clothing tickled on its own, but the way it shoved its button nose beneath the ball of his foot and started nuzzling already had Erk in stitches!
Serra was quite proud of that pun. She wouldn't elaborate on it or explain because only a hack would do that, but she was content with having slipped some comedy into her wishful thinking. Had Erk heard it he probably would have retched, but he always acted like she wasn't funny. She put her pen back to the book and resumed her writing…
"Ooh, Erk it's been too long! You might be a little taller, but these feet are still so cute! Do you still have that little spot under your big toe that makes you snort? Ooh let's see! Coochie-coochie-coo~"
"Get away from me-WAIT NO! NOT THE—*HnnnrKK* ahahaha!"
"Oh, that is as adorable as when we first found it! You know I do so miss doting on you, my cute pupil! Why don't you come with me so it can be like the old days? Nothing but fluffiness and pampering for you! If you want to have that nose of yours buried in dusty old books, then we've got a feather duster just for it hehe!"
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"This is the sickest game you've played yet, you lunatic! Untie me at once and apologize for mocking my teacher!"
"Erk, once again, I'M your father and it really IS me! The mean man is gone to have his own happy night now! Why don't you come with me to have a good time forever as well! Why, these tootsies of yours must be exhausted from all of these battles! Rest them forever and we'll have them pedicured daily! I'm going to start bringing all of my boys home to be with me and Klein!"
Erk's eyes bulged at this crazy offer, and he tried to kick the silly thing off his foot but found that somehow the sock had an iron grip. If he could have seen the long and gnarled arm that was working the sock puppet Erk would have screamed like a child. He couldn't though, all he could do was feel its hair made of yarn get tangled in between his chubby toes and giggle like a child instead.
"Maybe you want a taste? Maybe these little puppies of yours just need some petting? Maybe you'll come with me after, hehe."
The hand operating Puppet Pent began working its thumb into Erk's arch, making him mewl and shake. This seemed like a trap, but the hand did have the skill and deftness of Lord Pent's. It seemed much stronger though. Another puppet, this one with blonde hair and a cravat to make it look like Klein, snuck its way up as well. It joined Pent in delivering a talented massage to Erk's other foot. He moaned and writhed as the two puppets lavished his feet with attention. There was no way this was still Valter, he concluded. That lunatic would have bitten him already.
"You wanna come with us, don't you Erk? You wanna come with me and Klein to be a happy family now, right? To have these cute feet of yours pampered, poofed, and teased foreeeever."
"Nnnnhh ahhhh Lo-Lord P-Pent..."
"Just say yes, Erk. Pretty pleeeease..."
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"Y-Yes...I miss you Lord Pe—I mean, Father..."
The two puppets stopped instantly and Erk whined like an animal in heat. He wiggled his toes needily but then yiped as the two toys grabbed him by the ankles. With a shout of surprise, Erk was yanked off the bed to the ground. He thrashed and begged as he was dragged into the darkness beneath the bed, disappearing out of sight and far from the bounds of Castle Askr…
Serra sat back in her chair and re-read the whole thing to try and evaluate it. The ending left a little something to be desired in her opinion, but she was just so sleepy for some reason. She was struggling to keep her eyes open as she walked over to her bed and collapsed in a heap. The healer was so exhausted that she didn't hear the ruffling of pages as her book of hard work erased itself. With a flash its cover changed, and a face appeared on its shimmering cover. That would be a problem for tomorrow’s Serra, but tonight’s Serra was getting some shuteye after a "hard" day's work.
Elsewhere, a tall man tugged at the tight leather straps securing him to his chair. His seafoam green hair was sweaty and disheveled. Were it not for the bright, red ball that had been forced between his lips, he would be snarling at the pair of small boys down at his upraised feet. The little princes both had different styles of teasing. The lavender-haired one hesitantly stroked a finger down Valter's sole while the teal-haired one's fingers zipped all along the man's feet and toes. The more exuberant one seemed to be trying to cheer up the other and get him to be livelier, but the little mage prince was petrified of the man in the chair.
"If he gets loose, we'll really get it, Ephraim!"
"So why not punish him now then, Lyon? You used to tell me how cruel he was whenever you were lax in your studies. Let's make him pay for those raspberries right now, my friend! Don't worry, I'll keep you safe! Me and all the other me's will!"
Fingers dug in beneath Valter's pectorals as an older version of the bolder prince approached him from behind. The sadist squealed into his gag involuntarily and tried to rip his way free to get revenge. Two more figures stepped from the shadows, and Valter's eyes bulged at the sight of an older Prince Lyon and yet another version of Ephraim. The two knelt on either side of him and put their lips close to his lean stomach.
"So glad you could join us Valter. We owe you so very much, and we all intend to pay you back with interest."
More copies of Ephraim, Lyon, and even Eirika stepped out of the shadows to surround the helpless Valter and take up positions all along his tied-down form. Fingers dug into his knees, teeth attacked his stomach, tongues went into his armpits. The various royals attacked him from all sides, exactly like he would have if he had any single one of them at his mercy. The little ones were shooed away so that Valter's toes could be bent back for a spur to be run along his sole. A cotton swab was inserted into his navel and swirled around. Brushes were jabbed into his armpits to rake up and down the hollows as he howled into his gag for mercy and also in desire for release.
He wouldn't be granted it though. The Lyon in charge saw to that. He strode through the group and sat down in his former general's lap. Pulling down Valter's pants, he took hold of the tip of the man's cock between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it closed rather roughly and kept it like that so that Valter could get no relief. Lyon pulled out a book like he was lounging atop a bench rather than a warrior shrieking for relief into a ball gag.
"What's that you said, my oh so loyal servant? ‘Give you more’?? Gladly~"
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In another room of Castle Muspel, a different scene played out; a much warmer one. The sauna was always warm of course, that was without question. Today however, it was extra steamt due to several factors. First off was the presence of the fire-dragon, Muspel himself. Everywhere the patron saint of this land went had its temperature raised naturally. Here in the sauna, his always bare chest was beaded with sweat, further raising the steaminess. There was also the native warmth coming from the family reunion between the three men sitting before him.
Looking upon the shortest of the trio, his purple hair was matted down with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed red. No doubt this was due to the heat as well as embarrassment of the big hug he'd been drawn into between his adopted father and brother. Klein and Pent kept him there in an embrace that occasionally got tighter as they giggled into the top of his head. All three had their recently pumiced, pampered, and pedicured soles up on the bench before them so that Muspel could tease them. The deity doted on the men's pink soles and enjoyed how high their sensitivity had been increased by their recent treatments. He and all three Heroes seated before him wore only towels knotted around their waists, and each was becoming damper by the minute.
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Klein's small toes wiggled as he swore the very steam in the room would occasionally lick along their sensitive stems. Muspel relished in the boy's rosy feet. Despite their noble aesthetic and how his nails would sink into the soft skin, there was still muscle around the boy's arches that he could discover with a deep enough poke. It made sense given that was the area where an archer would need to plant his feet firm to aim his bow. It was pleasing to see these noble, boyish good looks on such a dedicated commander. The flaming god especially enjoyed the different laughs he could coax out of him. Light scratches along his plush skin got airy giggles from the sweaty blonde wriggling in his family's arms, while poking in at those hidden depths drew out some belly laughs Toe play, however, had the archer snorting and trying to pull his way into that hug like he could escape. It seemed like this regal boy had many adorable faces to show, and Muspel was going to enjoy making them all howl with laughter.
By comparison, Pent's feet were even plusher than marshmallows. Muspel was almost certain if he licked them hard and long enough that they'd shrink. Pent had always accompanied his darling wife to her spa appointments and enjoyed a good foot bath himself. Now with his "New Wife", Pent found pedicures, oils, and massages to be core facet of every waking day, and his feet were astoundingly sensitive as a result. Why, if Loki didn't have special, downy socks for her favorite husband then he'd never be able to put his feet to the floor, let alone walk. She spent many a day simply flicking a nail along his sensitive feet and watching the man laugh into a pillow he hugged close. Later it would be his son that he'd clutch onto as the laughter drove him mad. Now, as Muspel's rough fingertips dug into those high arches and pinched at his long toes, it was Erk who was being used as Lord Pent's support. The dragon simply slid his fingertips along Pent's heel, and the formerly composed man was bucking and weeping like a lunatic. Muspel deeply enjoyed these feet, and if Loki did not continue keep this one close, he could see himself confiscating these for a few nights.
Erk himself couldn't move an inch, as the family reunion was holding him so tight that even opening his lips would just drive out a sigh or a squeak with equal odds. The oils slathered on his soles had dried quickly so that now, unlike the others, his were an aggravated shade of red. Muspel leaned close and blew a stream of his ashy breath on Erk's sole and enjoyed how it got an uncomfortable keen from him. It seemed that these soles would need some time to rest before they could be ready for some real teasing. The Dragon had no interest in pain after all, only mind-melting pleasure for guests in this castle. He bent back Erk's chubby toes and slipped his tongue out to start lapping at their stems. Erk howled in his cocoon of love at how badly it tickled but started to settle into a flush of contentment. While Muspel tended to his toes now, the feet of his family went unattended. Soon, Pent and Klein were running their toes along the sides of Erk's feet and, at finding they weren't running away, pressing in for more family-friendly footsies. Despite that platonic label though, the towels of all four were clearly hiding rising structures. Erk's mind was hazy from all the stimulation, so he barely registered Pent whispering something into his ear about "Family Bath Time" later…
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The sun shone through the window as Serra stretched and got from her bed. Her mind was clouded with memories of a particularly good dream she'd had last night. She tried to recall it but couldn't no matter how hard she tried. She shrugged and was about to set to her morning routine when she noticed something on her desk. A book? She didn't remember putting one there. It looked to be a day planner...but why did it have Lord Hector's face on it?
"Oh come now! It's just a bit of fun!"
Erk sprinted down the hallway to his room and slammed the door behind him. He let out a sigh of relief before he heard her running after him. He held the door shut as she tried to get in.
"Errrrk! Why are you being so silly? Come now! It was just some silly tickling!"
"I asked you to stop doing that!"
"You asked me not to tickle your ears and I stopped!"
"You stole my shoes and tickled my feet right in the middle of the dining hall!"
"It was a joke, Erk! Valter didn't believe me about your feet being so cute!"
Erk's ears were so red that he was afraid his purple-colored hair might catch fire. He held the door shut as Serra beat on it and started fake crying to get in.
"Y-you're so meeeean Erk! Why are you so meeeeeean?! You know I like you and yet your hiiiiiding?"
"I'm mean?! You scraped a fork on my sole till I cried just to show off to a lunatic, but I’M the mean one?!"
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The pounding at the door started to lessen as Serra saw her crocodile tears weren’t getting her anywhere. Erk stayed in place at the door as soon enough after she quieted down, she was right back to beating upon it. The healer kept it up for another few minutes until she finally stopped abruptly.
"You're so mean Erk! Any other boy would be flattered to have a nobleman's daughter fall in love with him, especially if they were a scruffy mage student like YOU! Hmph!"
Erk felt a kick at the door as the girl left in a huff. He held his tongue in correcting all that was wrong with her indignant statement. When he was sure she was finally gone he sank to a seated position before the door and hugged his knees. He didn't know how she could be so carefree all the time—hey, wait a second! Erk threw the door open and yelled down the hall after his tormentor.
"SERRA! BRING ME BACK MY SHOES AT ONCE! SERRA! AGAIN?! WICKED GIRL!!"
That was the fourth pair of shoes he'd lost, and it was becoming maddening for the young caster. Now he'd have to request another pair, and all that was left were the boots that the Order wore. He hated those so much, yet he was on his third pair now thanks to Serra! He pulled at his hair in frustration at it all.
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A knock at the door had Erk leaping up and opening the door without thinking. Maybe it was Serra returning his shoes? A bit of optimism on his part was rather unfounded. He would never get those shoes back now that they were all displayed on a shelf in Serra's room, after a period of course. For now, they would spend the night in her bed so that the girl could giggle at the footprint he'd left on the sole. If Erk were aware of any of that he'd probably run even faster when Serra came into the room. As for right now…
"Hello."
Erk swallowed as he looked up at the tall, teal-haired man in the doorway before him. His eyes were cold and predatory, and Erk was rather helpless as the wyvern rider forced himself into the room. The Grado general Valter licked his lips at the way the little mage was trembling. This looked to be quite entertaining.
"I came to talk to you about the scene you made in the dining hall today. I found it quite...stimulating..."
The mage turned to scamper off like the little rabbit he was but found his legs swept right out from under him. The lunatic pulled the frightened mage up in a princess carry and brought him close to his face.
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"Are you afraid? That's a shame, I've come to make you smile after all."
Erk could only let out a gasp as Valter threw him onto his bed, landing with a bounce as he ended up on his stomach. He tried to crawl beneath the covers and hide like a child.
"St-Stay away from me! Don't come ne-near me!"
"There, there, calm down! Just let me have my fun."
A long leg pinned Erk's ankles to the bed and stopped his attempt at crawling away. Valter pulled him back until he was able to trap those ankles between his legs with a scissor-hold. Erk still tried to pull away but found that the difference in strength was too great. He felt a finger poke him right in the center of his socked sole and the stimulation shot up through his whole body. He gritted his teeth to not make any noise, but Valter could see him pounding his fist on the bed through the sheets.
"Ahhh there it is! I can tell your smiling down there, hehe. When the summoner forbade me from hurting anyone I was...displeased, but it seems this world has an alternative for battle and pain that still leaves people begging. How convenient that it still lets me get my hands on weakling like you."
Erk wasn't listening to Valter's diatribe as his mind could only focus on the feeling of the man's wicked finger sliding down his socked sole. The young man's chubby toes curled as it got closer to them but then went into spasms as he tricked him and began drawing spirals in his arch. All the movement was starting to slip the mage's embroidered ankle socks (a gift from Lady Louise) up his foot. Valter saw that and slid a finger in beneath the fabric to scratch at the ankle there.
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"Now, it's a shame to unwrap my presents early but I want to make sure that girl was telling the truth. She said you have a cute laugh, but I want to see these feet. Now, be a good boy and take them off for me little rabbit, tickle-tickle~"
Erk wasn't trying to, but he was playing right into the sadist's hands. He tried to wriggle away from the rough fingers on his ankles but that was just slipping the soft socks off his feet faster. Valter chuckled at the sight and sent his finger in deeper, his cracked nail feeling rough on Erk's heel. Valter was not a stable man and had been so hungry to impart some humiliation since arriving in Askr. Searching for wounded Muspel soldiers after battles that he could play with was both time-consuming and quite frustrating. This had led the man to develop another bad habit: when Valter got hungry to commit his crimes, now his fingers would go to his mouth and his nails would be chewed.
This meant that every single one of Valter's fingernails was ragged, sharp, and uneven. Each one had a different groove carved into it by his madness and was just as likely to pierce the skin as it was to graze. Erk had one particularly pointy one teasing his heel right now and was going crazy because of how the sharpest part poked from the side. To somebody as neat and prim as him, the asymmetry was maddening. Valter could cut him if he applied just a little more pressure, but right now all he was doing was making the mage's chest ache due to how ragged his breathing was getting.
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"The girl was right~, she'd said your feet were adorable but that your laughter was intoxicating. My, my, I love it so much. What an ideal pet you'd be...."
Valter's other hand grabbed Erk by the ankle and pulled his leg from the blankets. He then took the blankets and flipped Erk over inside them. Erk was helpless as the giggling sadist wrapped the blankets around him from his ankle up. He tried to push his way out, but Valter just grabbed him by the wrists through the blankets. He pinned both down and produced a length of cord to tie them together over the sheet. Soon Erk was wrapped tight inside his own sheets with no view of what this crazy person was planning to do. The other socked foot kicked at Valter's arm, but it seemed more like Erk was hurting his leg than dissuading the villain.
His sock had slipped down to the middle of his arch and Valter licked his lips at the sight as he added a second finger to the fray. This one had been bitten down to be so smooth and rounded that Erk could barely feel the nail and instead had the calloused fingertip beneath it scraping in his flat arch. The mage could only spasm at the feeling and sputter at the rough treatment as Valter dragged him closer to get a better look.
"Staahahp it! Gehehet off! You’re toohoohoo roouhuhgh!"
"Rough~? Why, if you'd like we can skip right over that rabbit."
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Valter seized either side of Erk's partially stripped foot with his thumbs and brought it up to his face. Erk felt hot breath on it for a second before he let out a high-pitched "YOOOWWW!" as Valter sank his teeth into the Count-to-be's heel. This was not a nibble but a hard chomp that Valter lingered on as he forced his nose up beneath Erk's sock and nudged it further off. Erk's toes wiggled at the pressure and pulled his sock up more as it tangled between them.
Valter noticed this cause-and-effect relationship of course. He gave the heel another chomp so Erk's toes would splay, pulling his sock even more. Erk's cheeks were hot as he kicked and bounced in his cocoon. Valter was treating his foot like dog would a squeaky toy, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it! Without warning, a book (caught in the sheets when Valter bundled him up) thudded onto Erk's head after being launched by all his bouncing. Valter heard the sweet yelp of pain he made, wishing he were able to drink it.
This one was so perfect he thought to himself. He looked at the sock barely clinging on due to those chubby toes holding it as if it would save them. Valter considered undoing his trousers and forcing his cock up between them to finally fish it off. It was easy to imagine dragging a sticky footed Erk, bound just like this, back to his own quarters and keeping him there indefinitely. That would get dull eventually though. Valter bent back all of Erk's toes with one hand and pinched the baby one between the fingers of his other hand. He wiggled it all about as he thought to himself how best to use his new, purple-haired source of entertainment.
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He looked around Erk's room and saw the many books on his desk and lining the shelves as well. He smirked to himself for at least having determined an activity for the next night. Erk gasped as his stubborn sock was plucked from his toes, but that turned to belly laughter as Valter stretched it tight and used it to floss in between the mage's chunky toes. The lunatic then used it to pull back Erk's toes and start biting at the stems of his toes, really making him lose his mind. That damned book thudded into Erk's head again and made him see stars.
Valter looked up from the big, red hickey he'd left right on the ball of Erk's size 5 foot. He smiled and poked the still sensitive skin hard enough to make his blanket boy weep. He slipped his own size 12 foot from its boot and ran his toes along Erk's calf.
"You like books don't you, little rabbit? Well, when I come back tomorrow, I want you to read to me. Pick a good one that'll keep me interested, or my hands might wander..."
Valter took Erk by the toes and heel again before laying in another hard bite to his arch. He looked down at the teeth marks he'd left and licked his lips.
"Now sleep well, Little Rabbit. You'll need your strength for tomorrow."
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Erk felt Valter's weight leave the bed and heard his door slam behind him. His foot was so sore from the monster's teeth and nails, but what made him wince was how much his crotch ached after all that. He lay there panting and embarrassed in that rushed bondage before he drifted off to sleep there like that.
When Erk's eyes opened the next day, he was surprised to find he'd been unbound. Somebody had undone his wrists and laid him down for an actual sleep in the night. He looked down and saw a quill between his toes and while fetching it noticed the message written upon his sole:
"Oh Erk, whatever have you been getting up to? My new friend Valty came by and told me he heard you moaning in your room loud enough to wake the dead. You dirty boy! ~Serra"
Erk now understood the dream he had where his feet had been savaged by a pink monster. He shuddered at the lipstick mark before looking around to try and find his missing sock. His eyes stopped on that book that had smacked him in the face twice last night. He didn't recognize it as one of the tomes he'd already read, nor did he remember taking it from the library.
"Day Planner" was etched on the cover, but it didn't look like one. The cover seemed to be holographic upon inspection, faintly reflecting the room as Erk got closer…until Erk looked directly into it that is. His reflection paused, seemingly captured in freeze frame, and he wondered if it he'd imagined it moving all. The mage opened the book and found there was writing in it, but whose was this? He glanced it over and realized that the written text was about him.
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He looked it over faster and faster as he realized that somebody had written down exactly what had happened to him the previous night. The line about his pants tightening in particular had Erk covering his crotch with his hands as if he was embarrassed in front of the book. He read over an exact re-telling of his night with Valter and bit his lip at the description of how the madman had almost dicked his toes. He skipped ahead to the end but found the book blank after a certain number of pages. Going back until he found writing again had him discovering that the book was now describing what would happen to him tonight. He read about Valter making him read a story with no shirt on and whimpered to himself.
He didn't want this at all! He flipped back through the book to see if there was anything he could do to stop it, some way he could avoid these events. He ended up going too far back and reading about Serra spending the night snuggling with his stolen shoes. He stuck his tongue out in disgust at it before covering his mouth as he read about her licking his footprint in there. He looked down at his feet and wondered, he didn't think they sweated that much... He saw a discarded feather quill on the floor and an idea popped into his head. He bent down to pick up the plume with the idea of changing his future with his own hands. If Erk had looked at the book closer, he might have seen the fine print not that much further in that warned about trying to alter your own fate in this book.
"Do not do this. It's laughable to try and change your destiny."
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Totally oblivious to this clause, Erk put the quill to the page with the intent of crossing out the first, most annoying part of his day. However, he couldn't move the tip to cross out the word “Serra” no matter how much strength he used. The pen shot out of his hand and Erk lurched forwards in a heap. He hunted about the bed for it, never once looking up to see it suspended above him by some magical force. It zipped down and teased the back of Erk's neck, making him giggle and swat at it. It fluttered out of his grasp and began tickling its plume right behind his ear causing the mage to windmill his arms as he tried to catch whatever was doing this.
"Eheeheehee, hey?! What is this—pfhheehee!"
Erk tried to grab the pen, but it whizzed out of his reach before returning to stroke down his cheek. He giggled again and tried to slap it away but once more missed. The quill turned, pressed its tip to the sensitive skin beneath Erk's nose, and doodled a thin mustache across his philtrum as he fell back in a giggly mess. He covered his face with his hands in pitiful defense but then just felt the plume slide into his ear.
"Stohohop it! Stop! That tickles dahahammit! Get off!"
The quill dropped out of the air as suddenly as it had become animated. Drifting down and laying at rest atop the book, Erk looked at the feather in fear. He opened the book and flipped through the pages to find that the whole scene that had just played out was now recorded in there. There was even some extra detail about how that fluffy pen had been a gift from Lord Pent, as well as how a near replica of it was being used right now to feather his adopted father's nipples.
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Erk did not like reading that last part one bit. He grabbed the offending page of the book and tried to rip it out in a fit. This was a mistake as the book responded in kind. Erk's bedsheets, still damp with his sweat from last night, came to life and wrapped around him. Soon he was mummified with only his nose sticking out from an opening in the sheets; well, his nose and those cute, size 5 feet of his. The 22-year-old mage had always sported quite the petite pair and Pent had teased him about it often, saying something about his boys both sharing small and cute feet instead of blood. Now they poked out into his room, wiggling desperately as the sheets pulled his ankles together and his arms to his side. The book that Erk had just tried to ravage flopped right by his feet and opened to the exact passage describing what was about to happen to the mage.
Erk couldn't see the book of course due to the sheets over his face, but the book was going to make him feel it. Its pages fluttered as it tilted up and let its edges scrape along his one bared foot.
"Kehehe hey! Who's dohoing that?! Stop that! Gehet me out of here! Hehehehalp!
The pages turned themselves and continued to lick down his sole as he struggled in the rapidly tightening cloth. The breath was squeezed out of him for a second before they slackened back to simply binding him. He snorted the air greedily all the same, just to be safe. Erk couldn't see it, but that quill had been tossed up by the book’s awakening. Now it was floating on an air current right as he sucked down a big gulp of air. The feather was dragged along with it and soon, in addition to the page-turner tickling his sole, he had that quill halfway up his nose.
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He tried to blow it out but those old, crinkly pages flicking along his foot made it impossible for Erk to control his breathing. Every attempt he made was followed up with the pages finding another sweet spot on his ticklish foot, making him inhale and driving it deeper in as he snorted like the ticklish low-born that Serra always said he was. Under those blankets, he was sweating like a pig and felt like—
*SLAM!*
"ERRRK!"
The door left a crack in the wall with the force of how Serra had thrown it open. Every morning she barged in on Erk the same way, and every morning he was already up, dressed and reading before breakfast. Today however, she paused in utter surprise at the sight of Erk still in his bed, a sweaty mess with a book by his (perfect, delightful, touchable...mmm) feet. Serra shook her head to flush out some of those errant thoughts and instead took in the rare sight of a messy Erk. He sat up out of the blankets with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a sweaty forehead. His mood was not improved by Serra pointing and laughing at the feather stuck between his lip and nose that gave the impression of a white and fluffy mustache.
"My, my Erk! What did you spend the night doing, I wonder? Has all that refinement Lord Pent taught you been flushed away for a night of lewdness? How shameful! You knew that you would be entertaining a Count's Daughter this morning, and you still chose to spend the night reading dirty tomes?"
Serra sat upon the bed and slipped a finger up Erk's socked foot. She giggled at the way it sent him into spasms as he crashed off the bed and responded groggily.
"What?! Morning? How long was...what happened..."
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"Why whatever were you reading here, hmmm?" Serra asked as she scooped up the book and flipped through the pages. Her eyebrows went up as she recognized Erk's impeccable penmanship and stayed up as she read the script of his fun with Valter. She might have realized something was wrong with it if she'd read a bit farther, but alas her urge to tease the drowsy mage stopped her.
"Oh my, Erk! Are you writing your fantasies down now? My goodness, and with Valter too! I didn't know you had such daring tastes."
"PUT THAT DOWN SERRA!"
"Why, Erk? Do you not want me to give you some notes on your work here? In my professional opinion, I think it reads a bit childishly. You certainly seem to enjoy talking about feet, and these scenarios seem a bit unrealistic. I suppose there is some charm though. Why, I do hope you take requests~!"
Serra picked up the quill and waved it so that Erk could see it from his tangled heap on the bedroom floor.
Erk was about to warn her about what the book did when he wrote in it but bit his tongue. Serra seemed like the type to prefer hands-on demonstration. She seemed deflated by his lack of a reaction, but a knowing smile crept across her face. My, she was learning quite a bit about her Erk today, wasn't she? Who knew he liked to be embarrassed like this!
She put the quill to the page right after skimming through the odd scene about Valter's foot in his lap before she added in her own chosen moment. It was a bit cliché, but she was on the spot here! She looked up to see Erk with his mouth hanging open in surprise and giggled at the sight. She helped pull him to his feet before patting him on the bum to hurry him along.
"Erk we really must hurry along to breakfast now. If we're late, nobody’s going to believe me when I tell them it's your fault this time."
Serra skipped away humming her own little ditty as Erk got up and looked for the book. Maybe it had been knocked to the ground?
"Come along Erk! You wouldn't want me to read this alone, would you?"
Immediately, Erk chased after Serra while hoping against all hope that it had been a dream. Please, by St. Elmine let it be one!
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Serra was moving too fast for him to catch up. Erk tried to duck his head forward and go faster, but that just led to him rushing headfirst into somebody who'd been waiting for him. Erk tried to yell for help, but Valter was quick to put a hand over his mouth as he yanked the mage's shirt up over his head and tied it with his cape. He threw the struggling magic boy over his shoulder and stole off with him to the courtyard. Serra waited for her companion in the dining hall for a whole hour and, of course, nobody believed her that she was late due to him for the first time and not the other way around.
She had her food and wandered about for the entire day in an absolute mood. It wasn't until the evening that she felt a desire overtake her. She opened up Erk's stolen journal and read over what she'd written. Amateurish as it may have been, it had been a joy to write. Askr having a pair of stocks set up in the courtyard had always fascinated her. She had only ever saw them put Shinon, Berkut, and Gaius in there, and even then all they did was stew in their rage. She decided to retire to her room to do a bit more writing and satisfy her urges.
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If she'd continued looking for Erk she would have found him in those very stocks she'd been thinking about. Valter had taken it upon himself to lock Erk in the stocks for trying to get into the Dining Hall without shoes or socks. At least that's what he said had happened. Nobody could ask Erk what happened due to how Valter had stuffed that last sock he had between his lips. Now the tall sociopath sat atop of the stocks with an arm around his new friend's shoulders; “Exactly as Serra had written earlier,” he taunted to the gagged Erk.
"You shouldn't do things like that, Little Rabbit~, whether it's walking around without shoes or getting out of bed when I told you to rest up. I bet you didn't even pick a story for tonight either..."
"Pphhhrrm!! Mmmgplhmhmh! Hmphmpmh!"
Erk at first tried to object, then he tried to call out to Serra for help, but eventually the sequence ended with him laughing into his gag as Valter began tickling his foot. The wyvern rider had taken off his own boots despite what he was just chastising Erk about. The man's long feet were tracing their toes along Erk's sole as they tried to jerk away. They had nowhere to go though, so in the end Valter had them all to himself.
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"Serra told me about how you're having nightmares. You're so worried about how your adopted father Pent isn't here, nor your brother Klein. It's okay hehe~. I'll read to you tonight to help you sleep, Little Rabbit. I did ask you to pick a story, but we can make do. What about that one with the Big…"
Valter poked Erk in the sole and enjoyed how the other squealed.
"Bad…"
Valter nuzzled his foot close to Erk's and enjoyed how it trembled.
"Wolf."
Valter's tongue came out and he took a long lick up Erk's neck as the young man flushed in his arms. Serra's own cheeks heated up as she realized what this was. She waited for a second to see but sure enough, it happened. Erk shrieked into his gag and jumped underneath Valter. It caught the lunatic off guard and caused him to tumble off his prey, right into the vacant set of stocks next to him. They clacked shut around his ankles and locked instantly, while the crowd mumbled about how astounding it was that something so contrived could happen.
"What's going on over here?!"
The crowd was parted by a large man forcing his way through. His skin was bronzed by desert sun and his muscles honed by protecting the lands beneath it. Hawkeye looked upon the sight of his friend's apprentice in the stocks right next to a wicked troublemaker and sighed. He didn't have the full story, but he had heard of the mischief Erk had been getting into since Pent's disappearance. Laughing loudly in the Dining Hall. Laughing Loudly in the Library. Generally laughing loudly everywhere and being a constant disruption. Hawkeye didn't know this was because of Serra playing tickle monster to Erk whenever she got bored. Nevertheless, he was disappointed to see the company that Erk was now keeping, and he'd have to be taught a lesson.
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"If Lord Pent was here he'd do the same Erk, and given you’re in the stocks already..."
Erk's eyes bulged as the man reached up to the feathery necklace he wore and snapped off two pure white plumes before kneeling before the two stocked Heroes.
"Time to learn a lesson! Both of you!"
He thrust the feathers between both men's toes and received two different reactions. Erk bounced up and down in his seat while Valter wrapped his arms around himself as he laughed. Erk was desperately shaking his head to indicate that Hawkeye had the wrong idea here, but Valter just saw a chance for more fun.
"Ahahha! Oh, it tihihickles! Ohohoho Erk saahave me, it tihihickles! Pleeheease he tricked me! Mehehercy! Don't tickle our littlest toes!"
"Phhrmm?! Mppnfff! Phhmmr! Hnmhmhhmn!"
Sure enough, those feathers of Hawkeye's were soon playing with Erk and Valter's pinky toes as the two howled and bucked. Serra was a bit miffed about the ad-libbing at first, but now she realized she'd just have to be more specific in the future. Erk saw her sauntering away with the book, already scribbling new entries in it, and his heart sank. Soon enough he was let out of the stocks and thrown over Hawkeye’s shoulder. He could only dread what that fantasies wicked girl had in store for him...
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Once again, the little rabbit was shut in his room with a wolf. Valter wasted no time, pouncing right on Erk and driving him to the bed. The purple-haired mage tried to get out from beneath him, but the taller man easily kept him under control as he ripped off the Elibean's shirt. Valter took Erk's sheets from the bed and wound them tight around his wrists, tying them off and trapping his arms behind his back. Valter propped Erk up in his lap and ran a finger down his chest.
"Well, well, well, look at you! Pretty enough to eat, in my opinion. Little Rabbit, did you ever pick out a story for me?"
"Pfehehehe geheht off of me you dahahastard!"
"Oh...is this how you're going to be? All I want to do is bring a smile to that all so frowny face of yours and this is how you act?... I love it~ I took the liberty of preparing a book for you to read. I call it ‘Little Red-Faced Hood’, and I hope you enjoy it hehe~"
Valter pulled Erk into his lap, crossing his legs in a manner to trap the mage's wrists between them. With a tug, Erk's muscle-less chest was pulled taut and Valter smiled at the flush blooming in his cheeks.
"H-How am I supposed to re-read like this?"
"Oh little rabbit, you come with a perfect stand for a book!"
Valter squeezed Erk's crotch over his pants and licked his lips at the way the mage yelped but didn't pull away. He found that stiffening rod under the fabric and stroked it until it stood proud, straining against hiss slacks just as Erk did against him. The "Hero" took the book and propped it up there with a smile at how effective it was.
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Serra looked up from her desk and sighed. Could this actually happen? She was quickly getting self-conscious about the believability of this. She took a minute to calm down before reading it over again. It didn't have to be great, she supposed. It was just some lewd musings after all. Besides, her Erk was clearly enjoying it. Just look at the way he was acting when she made him! She cracked her knuckles and put the pen back to the paper to continue…
After stopping for a minute to admire the sight of Erk like this Valter opened the book to page one for him and gave him his instructions.
"Read it. Or else~"
Valter's hands began roaming along Erk's bare chest to make his point. When he hesitated, they shot straight to his nipples and pinched the little buds between his fingers, HARD. Erk winced and closed his eyes making Valter cluck his tongue in frustration.
"It can get worse you know. I do bite~"
Erk whimpered at the idea but nodded that he understood. Valter released the pressure on his nipple and began rubbing them between his fingers in a more pleasurable way instead. Erk wasn't a fan of that either but at least it was better. He looked down at the page and began reading the shaky script written there as best as he could.
"O-Once upon a t-time there was a little rabbit in the woods. H-He wore a cute little red cloak and tr-tried to be serious a-all the time. One dahahay—stahahp!"
Valter was swirling his finger inside Erk's navel as the mage's chest heaved under him.
"Hmmm no, just read faster. I like to tickle when I get bored, hehe."
Valter squeezed Erk's hip to illustrate his point and Erk squealed while shaking his head.
"Read. Now."
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"O-One day the l-little rabbit went into the woods! H-he did this all the time but today was different. The lit-little rabbit caught the big bad wolf's eye while wa-washing his fee-feet in a stream..."
Valter leaned in and started grazing his teeth along Erk's ribs.
"Ehehehe! Nohoho! Stahahap!"
"Keep. Reading."
"The rabbit didn't know the wolf had his sc-scent. So, he went home wi-with a smile on his face—
Serra put her pen down and let out a sigh of exasperation. She'd never realized what a daunting task writing a story within a story was. Why had she ever wanted to do this? It'd be so much easier to just have Valter kneel on Erk and bite his cute feet as the mage went wild. Still, she was this far along, and she did have an idea now...
"The ra-rabbit went to close the door to his home behind him bu-but found the wolf forcing his way through!"
Valter took two handfuls of the baby fat on Erk's stomach, and the response was immediate. The typically stoic magic user's face twisted into a silly grin, and he shook with belly laughter. Valter dug in deeper and squeezed that chub while Erk squealed just like a bunny rabbit.
"Looks like that Wolf found a good spot! KEEP READING!"
"Th-The rabbit was scared as the Wolf approached him. His ears were twitching and-AHH! AHAHAHA!
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Valter smirked as he swirled that finger around inside Erk's ear. He brought his teeth to bear again and gave the lobe a harsh bite to show that he was enjoying the story. When he finally settled down Erk resumed the story with a sense of dread at what was to come for the little rabbit.
"The rabbit questioned what the wolf wanted in an attempt at bravery but quickly yelped as it swept him into its arms and took him to the bedroom. Th-the wolf said that it had been feeling down about being in a new place with rules it didn't like. However, it saw a nice charm in the woods and felt that it would be the perfect thing to change its fortunes."
Erk swallowed at the last line partly due to what it was implying was about to happen but also due to how Valter was gliding a finger down his thigh.
"Read. It."
"Bu-but-"
Valter squeezed Erk's kneecap and enjoyed how the mage broke out in deep laughter. He also saw him begin kicking his legs and was torn. He equally wanted to sink his teeth into his prey's jiggling belly and take him by the ankles and pry open those cute toes one by one. The wolf's indecisiveness—
"UGGGGGHH! WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!"
Serra pulled at her hair in frustration. All she wanted to do was write a story about the cute boy, but now she had a hungry pervert she had fallen for taking it over! She'd wanted to do a part with Erk getting a happy ending and smiling a lot, but she couldn't see how that was feasible at this point. After all, she'd specifically written how he was helpless here and nobody was coming to help. Or had she? Maybe she'd double back later and do that. She made a note not to forget to do that but then forgot where she'd put that.
The dilemma for her now went three ways. She would have Erk keep reading her story of course, but should the big bad wolf make a pun about "Lucky Rabbit's Feet" before biting into those toes? Maybe, but was she putting too much focus on feet here? Erk had a lot of other squishy bits begging to be poked, bitten, and scratched. Could the wolf maybe have written about how he was going to dine on the rabbit? That way she could segue into a scene about toothy raspberries on his stomach and a pretty scene describing all the hickies left behind on that baby fat of his. An idea popped into Serra's head, and she went to work quickly lest it slips away.
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Valter put his hand to his chin melodramatically as Erk struggled but neither of them noticed the real monster. Beneath the bed things were moving and sliding as the pair's fun had awoken somebody. The Queen of Nightmares had had her eye on Valter for a while, but his recent interests had compelled her to make her move. Valter didn't wait for Erk to finish reading his story and instead got those ragged nails up into the mage's pits, making him squeal loudly enough cover up the sound of the dark claws beneath the bed.
Valter was overcome by his hunger as he leaned in to really dig into Erk's fuzzy pits and unknowingly release the mage's hands. It didn't do the mage much good, what with how the tall man was riding him, but at least he had a bit more movement now.
"BAHAHA! NOHOO! GEHEHT OHOHFF! IT TIHIHICKLES! GEHEHT OUT OHOHOF THERE! AHAHAH HAAHAHEELP!"
"Who are you crying out to, little rabbit~? Nobody’s going to come and help you this late. You’re all mine until morning hehe! This big bad wolf is gonna have fun! Now let's get rid of these trousers."
Erk's eyes went wide at that, and he put all the strength that he hadn't laughed away yet into getting his feet beneath Valter to kick the lunatic off him. To his satisfaction, the Gradan tumbled off the bed and onto the ground with a yelp and a thud. He grumbled about how he was going to punish this disobedient little rabbit until something slimy grabbed him by the ankle. Valter looked down, but before he could say a word he was dragged under the bed and into unending darkness.
Erk heard a struggle at the foot of the bed and then…nothing. He clenched his teeth and steeled himself for Valter to come back and really give it to him. He assumed the pregnant pause was the lunatic making him anticipate it. As he laid there on his back with his hands still bound, something white poked up down by his feet and he wondered what new horror Valter had for him.
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To Erk's surprise, it looked to be a sock adorned as a puppet. He sat up to see it better but felt an unseen force shove him back down onto the bed. The puppet shook its head, and the colored string on its head representing its hair swayed back and forth in response.
"Nuh-uh, my pupil! You've had a rough night and these dogs of yours must be absolutely barking!"
"…L-Lord Pent?!"
"Ya-huh!"
Erk still couldn't sit up, but now he was able to recognize the hue of the sock puppet’s hair and the scholarly robes it wore. He didn't know when Valter had the time to make a toy of his adopted father, but he definitely did not appreciate it. It inched closer to Erk's foot, and the mage cringed in fear as it wrapped itself in a hug on his sole. The soft fabric of the clothing tickled on its own, but the way it shoved its button nose beneath the ball of his foot and started nuzzling already had Erk in stitches!
Serra was quite proud of that pun. She wouldn't elaborate on it or explain because only a hack would do that, but she was content with having slipped some comedy into her wishful thinking. Had Erk heard it he probably would have retched, but he always acted like she wasn't funny. She put her pen back to the book and resumed her writing…
"Ooh, Erk it's been too long! You might be a little taller, but these feet are still so cute! Do you still have that little spot under your big toe that makes you snort? Ooh let's see! Coochie-coochie-coo~"
"Get away from me-WAIT NO! NOT THE—*HnnnrKK* ahahaha!"
"Oh, that is as adorable as when we first found it! You know I do so miss doting on you, my cute pupil! Why don't you come with me so it can be like the old days? Nothing but fluffiness and pampering for you! If you want to have that nose of yours buried in dusty old books, then we've got a feather duster just for it hehe!"
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"This is the sickest game you've played yet, you lunatic! Untie me at once and apologize for mocking my teacher!"
"Erk, once again, I'M your father and it really IS me! The mean man is gone to have his own happy night now! Why don't you come with me to have a good time forever as well! Why, these tootsies of yours must be exhausted from all of these battles! Rest them forever and we'll have them pedicured daily! I'm going to start bringing all of my boys home to be with me and Klein!"
Erk's eyes bulged at this crazy offer, and he tried to kick the silly thing off his foot but found that somehow the sock had an iron grip. If he could have seen the long and gnarled arm that was working the sock puppet Erk would have screamed like a child. He couldn't though, all he could do was feel its hair made of yarn get tangled in between his chubby toes and giggle like a child instead.
"Maybe you want a taste? Maybe these little puppies of yours just need some petting? Maybe you'll come with me after, hehe."
The hand operating Puppet Pent began working its thumb into Erk's arch, making him mewl and shake. This seemed like a trap, but the hand did have the skill and deftness of Lord Pent's. It seemed much stronger though. Another puppet, this one with blonde hair and a cravat to make it look like Klein, snuck its way up as well. It joined Pent in delivering a talented massage to Erk's other foot. He moaned and writhed as the two puppets lavished his feet with attention. There was no way this was still Valter, he concluded. That lunatic would have bitten him already.
"You wanna come with us, don't you Erk? You wanna come with me and Klein to be a happy family now, right? To have these cute feet of yours pampered, poofed, and teased foreeeever."
"Nnnnhh ahhhh Lo-Lord P-Pent..."
"Just say yes, Erk. Pretty pleeeease..."
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"Y-Yes...I miss you Lord Pe—I mean, Father..."
The two puppets stopped instantly and Erk whined like an animal in heat. He wiggled his toes needily but then yiped as the two toys grabbed him by the ankles. With a shout of surprise, Erk was yanked off the bed to the ground. He thrashed and begged as he was dragged into the darkness beneath the bed, disappearing out of sight and far from the bounds of Castle Askr…
Serra sat back in her chair and re-read the whole thing to try and evaluate it. The ending left a little something to be desired in her opinion, but she was just so sleepy for some reason. She was struggling to keep her eyes open as she walked over to her bed and collapsed in a heap. The healer was so exhausted that she didn't hear the ruffling of pages as her book of hard work erased itself. With a flash its cover changed, and a face appeared on its shimmering cover. That would be a problem for tomorrow’s Serra, but tonight’s Serra was getting some shuteye after a "hard" day's work.
Elsewhere, a tall man tugged at the tight leather straps securing him to his chair. His seafoam green hair was sweaty and disheveled. Were it not for the bright, red ball that had been forced between his lips, he would be snarling at the pair of small boys down at his upraised feet. The little princes both had different styles of teasing. The lavender-haired one hesitantly stroked a finger down Valter's sole while the teal-haired one's fingers zipped all along the man's feet and toes. The more exuberant one seemed to be trying to cheer up the other and get him to be livelier, but the little mage prince was petrified of the man in the chair.
"If he gets loose, we'll really get it, Ephraim!"
"So why not punish him now then, Lyon? You used to tell me how cruel he was whenever you were lax in your studies. Let's make him pay for those raspberries right now, my friend! Don't worry, I'll keep you safe! Me and all the other me's will!"
Fingers dug in beneath Valter's pectorals as an older version of the bolder prince approached him from behind. The sadist squealed into his gag involuntarily and tried to rip his way free to get revenge. Two more figures stepped from the shadows, and Valter's eyes bulged at the sight of an older Prince Lyon and yet another version of Ephraim. The two knelt on either side of him and put their lips close to his lean stomach.
"So glad you could join us Valter. We owe you so very much, and we all intend to pay you back with interest."
More copies of Ephraim, Lyon, and even Eirika stepped out of the shadows to surround the helpless Valter and take up positions all along his tied-down form. Fingers dug into his knees, teeth attacked his stomach, tongues went into his armpits. The various royals attacked him from all sides, exactly like he would have if he had any single one of them at his mercy. The little ones were shooed away so that Valter's toes could be bent back for a spur to be run along his sole. A cotton swab was inserted into his navel and swirled around. Brushes were jabbed into his armpits to rake up and down the hollows as he howled into his gag for mercy and also in desire for release.
He wouldn't be granted it though. The Lyon in charge saw to that. He strode through the group and sat down in his former general's lap. Pulling down Valter's pants, he took hold of the tip of the man's cock between his thumb and forefinger. He pinched it closed rather roughly and kept it like that so that Valter could get no relief. Lyon pulled out a book like he was lounging atop a bench rather than a warrior shrieking for relief into a ball gag.
"What's that you said, my oh so loyal servant? ‘Give you more’?? Gladly~"
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In another room of Castle Muspel, a different scene played out; a much warmer one. The sauna was always warm of course, that was without question. Today however, it was extra steamt due to several factors. First off was the presence of the fire-dragon, Muspel himself. Everywhere the patron saint of this land went had its temperature raised naturally. Here in the sauna, his always bare chest was beaded with sweat, further raising the steaminess. There was also the native warmth coming from the family reunion between the three men sitting before him.
Looking upon the shortest of the trio, his purple hair was matted down with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed red. No doubt this was due to the heat as well as embarrassment of the big hug he'd been drawn into between his adopted father and brother. Klein and Pent kept him there in an embrace that occasionally got tighter as they giggled into the top of his head. All three had their recently pumiced, pampered, and pedicured soles up on the bench before them so that Muspel could tease them. The deity doted on the men's pink soles and enjoyed how high their sensitivity had been increased by their recent treatments. He and all three Heroes seated before him wore only towels knotted around their waists, and each was becoming damper by the minute.
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Klein's small toes wiggled as he swore the very steam in the room would occasionally lick along their sensitive stems. Muspel relished in the boy's rosy feet. Despite their noble aesthetic and how his nails would sink into the soft skin, there was still muscle around the boy's arches that he could discover with a deep enough poke. It made sense given that was the area where an archer would need to plant his feet firm to aim his bow. It was pleasing to see these noble, boyish good looks on such a dedicated commander. The flaming god especially enjoyed the different laughs he could coax out of him. Light scratches along his plush skin got airy giggles from the sweaty blonde wriggling in his family's arms, while poking in at those hidden depths drew out some belly laughs Toe play, however, had the archer snorting and trying to pull his way into that hug like he could escape. It seemed like this regal boy had many adorable faces to show, and Muspel was going to enjoy making them all howl with laughter.
By comparison, Pent's feet were even plusher than marshmallows. Muspel was almost certain if he licked them hard and long enough that they'd shrink. Pent had always accompanied his darling wife to her spa appointments and enjoyed a good foot bath himself. Now with his "New Wife", Pent found pedicures, oils, and massages to be core facet of every waking day, and his feet were astoundingly sensitive as a result. Why, if Loki didn't have special, downy socks for her favorite husband then he'd never be able to put his feet to the floor, let alone walk. She spent many a day simply flicking a nail along his sensitive feet and watching the man laugh into a pillow he hugged close. Later it would be his son that he'd clutch onto as the laughter drove him mad. Now, as Muspel's rough fingertips dug into those high arches and pinched at his long toes, it was Erk who was being used as Lord Pent's support. The dragon simply slid his fingertips along Pent's heel, and the formerly composed man was bucking and weeping like a lunatic. Muspel deeply enjoyed these feet, and if Loki did not continue keep this one close, he could see himself confiscating these for a few nights.
Erk himself couldn't move an inch, as the family reunion was holding him so tight that even opening his lips would just drive out a sigh or a squeak with equal odds. The oils slathered on his soles had dried quickly so that now, unlike the others, his were an aggravated shade of red. Muspel leaned close and blew a stream of his ashy breath on Erk's sole and enjoyed how it got an uncomfortable keen from him. It seemed that these soles would need some time to rest before they could be ready for some real teasing. The Dragon had no interest in pain after all, only mind-melting pleasure for guests in this castle. He bent back Erk's chubby toes and slipped his tongue out to start lapping at their stems. Erk howled in his cocoon of love at how badly it tickled but started to settle into a flush of contentment. While Muspel tended to his toes now, the feet of his family went unattended. Soon, Pent and Klein were running their toes along the sides of Erk's feet and, at finding they weren't running away, pressing in for more family-friendly footsies. Despite that platonic label though, the towels of all four were clearly hiding rising structures. Erk's mind was hazy from all the stimulation, so he barely registered Pent whispering something into his ear about "Family Bath Time" later…
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The sun shone through the window as Serra stretched and got from her bed. Her mind was clouded with memories of a particularly good dream she'd had last night. She tried to recall it but couldn't no matter how hard she tried. She shrugged and was about to set to her morning routine when she noticed something on her desk. A book? She didn't remember putting one there. It looked to be a day planner...but why did it have Lord Hector's face on it?
