Lake Superior
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His eyes shot open as he searched all around the room. He was in an unfamiliar place and had no recollection of how he could have gotten there. The last thing he remembered was laying down at camp to sleep alongside Claude and his minion, but that had been in the woods. Now he looked about to see himself in a grand bed. He wondered about the greenish tint until he realized that he was in some kind of container. He looked up at the jar and puzzled over this how could it have happened. He flexed his extremities but found that he couldn't see them despite still feeling them. A figure rolled over in the bed and Hubert realized now who it was. He supposed it made sense for his professor to be here.
He'd always known that the man was talented but now he burned inside at knowing just how talented. He'd been abducted right from his bed and hadn't had the slightest inkling of danger. Hubert's toes curled with thoughts of what was probably to happen to him. Still, that dark curiosity burned about the methodology of his defeat. He found that he could move his body but not much. He tried thrashing his body but didn't even seem able to move the bed much. The professor's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at Hubert once he'd fully awoken. Hubert spat and swore as Byleth reached into his container and put hands on either side of his face. The dark mages' eyes bulged when he was lifted out of the container and placed into his former teacher's lap.
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His head had come completely off! He gasped and searched about before laying eyes on his former prison and realizing that it was just a jar. His head hadn't come off, it had been off the whole time! Byleth had just been sleeping next to his student's removed head for whatever reason. Any more detective work from Hubert was cut off though as Byleth's fingers invaded his big ears and plunged the gloomy captive into giggles and sniffles. He shook his head as much as he could but the naked teacher was quick to chase poor little Hubie's ticklish ears from side to side.
"Poor Hubert, once a great mage and viewed as an excellent strategist now just used as a toy for your former teacher. How does that make you feel Hubie? I see you trying to not laugh so are you appreciating the situation at least?"
"Hehehe are you-yohou trying to geheeheet me to beg profehehessor? I'm afrahahaid I'll have to disappoint you there."
"Oh giggly Hubert, disappoint? Why honestly I think you might be one of my best students! You delivered quite a few tasty morsels into my new lord's hands and even took the time to break them in! Those cavaliers are having the time of their lives and I'm just stumped for which of my ideas to use on poor Claude. The rest may have slipped away but we'll catch them eventually. No Hubert after all that you delivered us, I could never call you a disappointment."
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Hubert had nowhere to go and trying to distract himself from the probing fingers in his ears was making it quite hard to ignore the warmth of Byleth's lap beneath him. He wanted to spit in the traitor's face but knew that opening his mouth would only let the giggles flow out and humiliate him. Byleth took a lock of his student's bangs and used it to brush his pronounced nose while he ruminated. This tactic had the sorcerer bawling and he tried to turn his separated head away to avoid it. However, his brain was suddenly attacked from all angles as a million different sensations attacked each of his missing parts.
Hubert broke down into shrieking laughter that had Byleth a bit concerned. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a bell from a drawer which he began earnestly ringing. Slowly all the sensations attacking his missing body trickled off until they all stopped. Byleth reassuringly ran a hand through the gasping mages black hair to try and help him regain his breath as he placed his tickle toy back in its container.
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Hubert fumed as the glass of his container was suddenly smudged by the broad soles of his former professor being pressed upon them. Though Hubert sneered at the gesture he couldn't help himself from licking his lips at the sight of his teacher's gorgeous soles. He remembered the time he'd been dragged along by his sensei to participate in ridiculous swordplay. The only highlight of the farce had been the sight of those through his teacher's workout sandals.
Ever since then Hubert had fantasies of his professor teaching class around the monastery with those simply bared just for him. Even after they'd become enemies he still dreamed of taking his former friend captive and availing himself of those tasty treats. Pumicing them, grooming them and massaging them until his captive's feet were unable to ever step upon the ground, let alone take to the battlefield. Now though the instructor from his past had not just stolen his feet out from but under him his whole body as well. Byleth got dressed slowly in a set of silken robes but was harried by his urges to keep stopping and pay attention to darling Hubie with a feather.
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When he'd finally gotten himself he picked up the jar with Hubert's head and took him towards the door.
"Hubert rather than just jump straight to breaking you in for my lords, I will take you upon a tour. Think of this as your new school if that helps. You will be learning to serve here after all."
No sooner had the door been opened than Hubert's burning ears were assaulted with hysterical laughter. The giggly squeaks were coming from a white-haired mage who he recognized from a picture of the missing heroes. Despite screaming with laughter his eyes were staying mostly closed as the red-haired woman who was availing herself of his feet.
"Teach you to put a worship curse om my boots, you little fink! Now tell mama who owns these cute little paws of yours, Henry!"
"BAHAHAHA YOU DOHO SUHUHUHLLY! THOUGH I'D THIHINK YOU KNOW TO GO FOHOHOR THE LITTLE TOHOHOES BY NOW NYAHAHAHA! OOH YEAH! JUHUHST LIKE THAHAHAT!"
Hubert sneered at this display but still noticed that the woman was wearing her boots that she'd mentioned were cursed and that what seemed to be drool was overflowing from the sizeable footwear.
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"You two are too noisy. Report to the learning floor and have Thorr put you through a re-education course. If you two can't keep your hands off each other's feet maybe having them up on the desks will help you learn."
They both nodded at the order but as Byleth turned away Hubert couldn't help but notice that the two seemed all too happy to go and receive their "punishment" as they skipped away.
He had to admire the complete overwrite of the two to lusty slaves and did so wish he himself had done it. Instead, he was most likely to join them at some point though he did hope that he'd be a bit better than slurping on his fellow prisoners in a hallway.
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Hubert's introspection was interrupted by the feeling of a ticklish attack on his phantom left foot. Byleth took him around the corner and he was greeted by the sight of a long-haired man trapped in a pedestal. The blonde's muscles strained as he tried to pull away from the fingers of his tormentor but the fact was that he only had so much room to flee. His torturer was cruel though and allowed him to get some distance before slowly advancing.
"Ticklish worm! I'm more than happy to chase you about but know that every time I catch you it will be worse Libra!"
Surtr dug one hand right into the monk's abs and the other brushed the strange neck decorations that had been forced onto the man. Once Hubert managed to get a good look over the mad king's massive frame he realized that his previously felt foot was there as well as what seemed to be one each from his pets Conrad, Roderick and Ursula.
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Surtr spied him finally and grinned at his new audience. The former ruler of this castle laughed and dropped all pretense before seizing the trapped Libra by the chin to allow him to ravish the mage's foot that he'd been forced to wear. Still not one to disappoint he stroked a finger beneath Libra's nose and enjoyed the way the monk tried to twist away from the attention unsuccessfully. Hubert wanted to watch more of this monster's class on torture and see if he could learn something but was forced to screw his shut at the sensation of his own foot getting tickles.
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More than any other part of his body, he’d scrub and exfoliate his long feet. He’d meticulously clip the nails on his slender, finger-like toes, and even polish them with a clear coat. The balls and heels were just as pale as his high arches, lacking the blushing color of peds like Linhardt’s, but he preferred how white and unblemished they appeared in comparison. The great soft 13's had surprised Surtr with the amount of care that had been put into it. There were times when Hubert was younger that his Lady Edelgard would make a comment in passing about his long loafers, a bit impressed with how big her bodyguard’s boats were. Ever since then he’d developed a bit of compulsion in regards to his size 13s.
It wasn’t until one day in his late teens that he realized the crippling weakness he’d given himself after giving his soles so much pampering. A small cabal of Imperial dissidents had captured the bodyguard of the young princess in an attempt to pry information from him. He’d scoffed at the thought until they cut through the soles of his boots and tore his silk socks apart. The act of hands other than his touching the bottoms of his feet was completely alien to him, and as their fingers slid across his bared soles Hubie was introduced to something quite new and terrible. Helpless as a child and held prisoner by his own laughter.
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Surtr placed his bristly beard down into the grouping of feet and scrubbed his chin back and forth not just along the trapped feet but also along Libra's pecs. Hubert barked with mad laughter inside his jar and despite himself, Libra leaned forwards into the tickles due to his conditioning as a tickle slave. Hubert wished he'd broken one so perfectly as Libra had been but as Surtr's tongue came out and lapped up his sole his critical thought failed him.
The former king of Muspel turned away from the panting Libra and advanced towards the jarred and defenseless head of Hubert. The professor put himself between the king and him but Surtr was happy to accept the sacrifice. Byleth had his arms seized and raised above his head with just one hand that pulled him over into Surtr's grasp.
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In seconds Byleth was stretched out in Surtr's lap unable to do anything as the man's massive hand fumbled through the professor's robes and pulled out his embarrassingly erect cock. A finger almost as thick as it traced up and down Byleth's shaft making the man gasp and shake at the attention while he struggled. Surtr gave Hubert a hard look to let him know he was next.
Suddenly though the behemoth of a man collapsed to the ground laughing. Hubert saw the shadowy figure of a serpent twisting around the great brute and dashing its tongue all along his great exposed chest. The wheezing Byleth finally managed to get back to his feet and looked at the scene dispassionately.
"What did you expect to happen? Our Lords gave you a little bit of leash to indulge in that tickle torture you are so fond of and you take a mile. They'll most likely discipline you for this. I wish you luck and hope they make a show of it."
The serpent pulled off around the corner and took the still laughing monarch with it.
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Byleth reached into the jar and took Hubert's head out before putting it right into the trapped Libra's abs. Hubert tried to turn away but Byleth held his head still as darkness bound Libra's hands behind his head.
"Go on Hubert. Take a taste. We both know how fond of all of this you are. After the demonstration that Surtr was kind enough to provide on what happens when you indulge without restraint, though I hope you've learned something."
Ever the instructor, Byleth was quite correct on what his student had been thinking. The only thing that kept his tongue from wandering all over the tasty muscles before him was the satisfaction such a display would give his captor. He held his tongue even as Byleth made the tasty statue dance by once again giving that nose of his some attention. The holy man's deep laugh made Hubert want to torment him so, slide his tongue in between those raised muscles along his stomach and listen to the man howl helplessly.
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Byleth made the choice even simpler for Hubert by taking the detached foot of his and adding it to the equation. Byleth danced his manicured nails along the long sole and told Hubert that this was now a him or you situation. Given that option, Hubert was quick to protect himself and soon Libra was trembling at the feeling of the slimy organ sliding along his stomach. Byleth didn't quite like the way slave was trying to hold in his giggles and so began idly twirling his fingers through the wispy blonde hairs that resided in the man's pits. Libra's resistance crumbled and he was soon shaking with belly laughter as Hubert lost himself in slurping and sucking on each muscle.
Hubert didn't notice when Byleth slid something between him and his meal and soldiered on with his tongue bath despite the giggles he was now erupting in. Hubert's moans and titters were quickly frustrating his professor who was finding it hard not to laugh himself now at the sight of Hubert slurping and worshipping his own foot that Byleth had placed in his way. He quietly undid the magic binding Libra's arms and whispered to the living statue that his new duty was to tend to the other disembodied feet he wore on himself. Libra did so with gusto and deep in the belly of the castle, the owners of each of the feet exploded into laughter during their own torments.
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With a light tickle of the ear, Byleth snapped his student from his trance and returned him to his container to continue on with his tour. They left Libra there entertaining Hubert's former minions. Byleth opened a new door and at once Hubert's body was again overcome by maddening tickles. He was quick to pinpoint the source as the two white moons of his bare-ass sat jutting out of a table in the center of the room. Sitting before it was two figures one with silver hair and the other snow white. One's hands were bound to his seat while the other's ankles were trapped.
"Any interesting new findings from you two? Our lords were very interested in whatever kind of strategies two renowned in them could cook up."
"A few neheehew-stop it! A few new plans sir. We had an extra one we were about to test."
Robin bent down as best he could and drew out what were unmistakeably troop movements to Hubert. Their formation was extremely unorthodox and under normal circumstances, Hubert would have admired it. However, Hubert couldn't stop laughing due to how his disembodied buttocks had been used as the canvas for this. He could feel every line Robin scritched in with the quill and couldn't resist them for the life of him and could only shake and laugh.
Once Robin was finished, Corrin in the chair across from him stretched his long legs and began dragging his nimble toes along Hubert's jiggling ass to mimic enemy troop movements. They circled around the imaginary troops that had been drawn onto Hubie's buttocks and made way for a second group represented by Corrin's other set of toes which made Hubert make a noise that normally he would've killed all witnesses to.
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Robin sat back and pouted as Corrin's toes highlighted each problem with his plan and routed his forces down into Hubert's asscrack before catching them in a pincer movement and wiping them out. He wasn't allowed to be grumpy for long though as once his men fell, Corrin's troops for the castles that were the tops of his helpless feet. Robin broke down into snorting laughter at the attack while Corrin labeled this strategy a failure.
Byleth sat Hubert's container down and took the quill that the apoplectic Robin had dropped. While the other two were busy he drew a few extra lines along the "hills" that they had been using as a battlefield to signify a false retreat. He had the troops fall back to another group than charge back at Corrin. He took the dancing boy by his ankle and proceeded to illustrate this all along his long sole and down to his twinkling toes.
"As you can see, with just a simple feint here this defeat can easily be turned into a victory allowing our forces to charge the enemy from all sides. However, I think our headquarters would have taken some damage."
Byleth scribbles indiscriminately along the tops of Robin's feet while Corrin got his breath back. He misjudged how long the athletic dancer would need however and soon those toned legs were under his arms and had him pulled back atop their "map".
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Robin snapped his fingers and magical chains bound the teacher down atop Hubie's poor marked bottom. He advanced with his pen and was quick to create a new scenario along Byleth's chest after opening up the Fell Star's robes. Corrin's dancing toes started at the professor's neck and advanced down Byleth's chest to meet the enemy head on over the abs. Byleth howled as they faced each other there and Hubert did as well due to the feeling of his captor's heat on his rear. Thankfully for both of them, the noise attracted attention.
Robin and Corrin both fell back in their chairs, paralyzed and unable to move as Loki strode into the room with her staff still aglow. She slipped a big foot out of her heel and traces the meaty sole along Byleth's marked chest while clucking her tongue.
"Oh, dear did a pair of servants in here get a bit too frisky? Dreadfully sorry you had to go through that darling."
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With a snap of her fingers not only was Byleth released from his bonds but the pair of troublemakers were as well. They floated right out of their chairs and over to her, still unable to move.
"I'll let you get back to your tour. I'd meant to come and ask if you needed assistance as I find myself dreadfully bored lately but I think I've found something to do now. Come along now slaves, I think I'm in the mood to tickle some noses today."
Loki turned on her heel and strode out over the mess that had been Byleth with a struggling Robin and Corrin floating along behind her. The two kicked their feet back and forth in frustration but could do nothing as they vanished into the darkness after the sadistic tickler.
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Byleth picked Hubert up slowly after he'd regained his breath and energy. The sorcerer smirked at his former teacher's bedraggled state which earned him a rather disapproving stare from the man. He was pulled out of his jar and placed gently between his dear teacher's firm breasts and did his best to hide his blush. He couldn't of course because he was literally just a head but still Byleth could tell he tried. His professor's chest was quite impressive and Hubert remembered back when he'd still been in school that Caspar had gifted his professor a push-up bra for the purpose of showing off his man-melons. Hubert had taken great relish in joining his teacher in teasing Caspar's feet when the staff had left the little prankster in stocks.
Hubert had sealed away a small part of him that had secretly been desperate to see that though. Now he felt it and was so desperate to regain his neutral expression so as not to show weakness that he didn't even see Byleth's sneaky fingers until they'd invaded his ears. He shook as they swirled around inside the sensitive cups stopping only to exit and brush away the tears. Hubert snickered and chuckled uncontrollably as his professor's thick pecs kept him from rocking too much.
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Byleth kept him there until Hubert was openly weeping at his bug goofy ears being tickled. Byleth clucked his tongue at his silly student begging for mercy from such a thing. If Hubert could see his professor's big feet waving back and forth though he could have seen that despite his monotone exterior, the teacher was happy as a clam here with Hubert reduced to this.
A blush suddenly took Byleth's cheeks and with a cough he stopped. He calmly picked up the wrecked Hubert and placed him back in his jar before adjusting his robes once more. He stopped once more though to give Hubert's pink asshole a tickle before picking up his jar and continuing the tour.
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The next room was a sight to the still frazzled Hubert. Floating calmly in between two thrones of bones was another former ruler of this castle, Hel. She watched happily as on each throne the strapped in Princes of Nohr, Xander and Leo lost their minds as they struggled in their bonds.
The two men both wore no armor and instead seem to be dressed for a day of leisurely horseback riding. The only thing out of place with their attire was that it seemed that their equestrian riding boots had had their soles cut off. Each throne tapered a bit at the footrest so that Hubert could see each man's tasty pink feet inside their ruined boots. Tearing his eye away from the royal soles he finally noticed something skittering about beneath the two's clothes.
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He could suddenly feel warm skin beneath his phantom fingers and realized what was happening. He was being shown the use of his missing hands. Some kind of enchantment had been placed on them to make them skitter about on there own all over Xander and Leo. As he watched a long and familiar finger snaked out Leo's collar to start tracing his chin and make him blush.
The bulge in Xander's clothes had been hanging out on his abs but suddenly decided to rush down between his legs. It hung about there while the prince got redder and redder until it suddenly took off towards his neck while Leo's did the opposite. Hel floated there contently listening to both men chortle like children until she finally spoke up.
"Whenever you're ready my dears. I can make it stop. Just say the words."
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Both of them shook their heads but Leo was caught mid-refusal by cupping his left nip. Hubert could see the outline of it almost perfectly through the prince's shirt. Leo's breath hitched in his throat as he tried to shake it but that only led to the poor little nipple being toggled back and forth by a naughty finger like a switch to drive him mad.
Leo's cheeks puffed and turned red which Hubert recognized as a sign of a victim not wanting to admit defeat. He'd had enough prisoners at his mercy to know that when you made a face that undignified that it was already over. Leo nodded emphatically as he conceded and Xander looked away from his brother.
"FIHIHINE! BLAHAHAST IT DEAHAEREST YOU WIN!"
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With a wave of her hand, Hubert's hand floated out of the man's shirt and stayed there suspended in the air. Hel shifted slightly in the air until she was in position before the younger prince. Her massive size 16's hungrily slipped inside his ruined boots and Leo began fidgeting on his throne as her icy toes explored his own squishy soles. They felt along the sides, drew shapes in his arches, and rubbed back and forth along the ball while Leo gasped and shook at this game of undead footsies he seemed to be enjoying.
Xander meanwhile was doing the same as the hand had skittered over to start tracing the Nohrian's spine through his skin. He could do nothing as each touch forced him straighter in his seat and he discovered this new tickle spot he'd been cursed with. When it got to his shoulders Xander was red enough to give the impression he might soon burst.
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Hubert was enjoying the show so much he forgot his own state as a prisoner and didn't see his hand floating towards his tank. It scrambled inside armed with the feather Byleth had given it and still hadn't alerted the trapped sadist. It wasn't until the devious thing had forced the feather beneath Hubert's very nose that he realized that audience participation had begun. With a twirl, Hubert caught a snootful of plumes and tried to turn himself away but could do nothing as Byleth added a hand atop his head to keep him still.
Hubert's traitorous hand sawed the feather back and forth beneath his beak. Hubert's entire body shook with the phantom urge to sneeze. It couldn't though and Hubert knew that all too well as nose tickles were one of his favorites to extract information. He'd once spent a solid day teasing the nose of the youngest of the Blue Lion's boys to get information from him. It had been a delight to watch the Sniper melt before him as his body begged to perform such a basic action. Hubert had known that the fool had no information for him on the location of his missing prince simply because he would have given it to try and end that. Now though Hubert couldn't help but picture that man's white hair as he could feel the stiff bristles of the feather tease the insides of his nostrils.
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Xander had apparently surrendered as well but Hubert hadn't even noticed until his other hand crawled into the tank with him. It began lightly stroking the bridge of Hubie's nose as a white-haired woman sat down with Hel and offered her own cold and dainty feet to tend to Xander in the same way as his brother.
Tears had formed in Hubert's eyes just from this nose play at his own literal hands as he sputtered and begged his teacher for mercy through ragged breaths. His entire being ached to sneeze hard enough to blast this evil away but this wasn't allowed. Byleth sat down calmly crosslegged and placed Hubert's tank on his lap. The sorcerer couldn't see what his professor was doing and didn't even notice the hand atop his head was gone. Hubert was so lost in this ticklish agony that he hadn't even realized he was unrestrained. In fact, it wasn't until a pair of chopsticks was lowered into his tank that he noticed anything.
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They grasped his feather wielding hand right below the index knuckle and pulled it out of the tank like a dangerous insect. After a sneeze powerful enough to shake his entire prison Hubert looked up at his former torturer. The hand was helpless as it held by that finger. Byleth jabbed a digit of his own into the palm and began calmly stroking it as Hubert yipped and was once again reminded that that was his.
He shook his head and tried to gibber out a plea for mercy but couldn't string words together. His nemesis delighted in the ruined state Hubert was in and couldn't take his eyes off his glistening sweaty black hair. This might have continued all day were it not for a polite cough rousing the professor to remember he shared this room. He blushed embarrassedly as the former princess of Hel, Eir asked for privacy as she and her mother attended to their pets.
Byleth hadn't even noticed how much the room had changed. Both Nohrian's were gone and now a pair of black sarcophagi stood in the center from which a pair of leaking pink cock's protruded. Eir and Hel smiled and waved as they took Hubert's enchanted hands from the professor and shooed him and Hubert out. Glancing back over their shoulders the pair saw the sadistic undead calmly sliding the hands into each tomb and cooing at the frantic way the two dicks shook in response.
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After a bit of hustling from Byleth, Hubert found himself in yet another new room. This time once again he felt that damn tickling sensation on himself. His stomach felt as if somebody was alternating between being chewed upon and having lips blast it. When his eyes adjusted to the gloom he was finally able to make out this new scene. In the center of the room, a pink-haired man was face down into what Hubert easily recognized as his own chest and stomach. The man's hands were bound behind his back and as he squirmed a pair of silver-haired men dispassionately picked at one of his big feet each.
"Dear Lazlow look, I do believe that's a new recruit."
"My goodness, Inigo you do seem to be correct. To be shepherded around by that sadistic professor must make him quite the special person."
"Lazlow I do believe we may be dancing for him one day. I do so hope our Ger-Bear here will be ready so as not to embarrass us."
"All the better reason to help our Ger-Bear make sure he has the feet of a dancer, Inigo. Now work his toes back and forth to make sure their nice and flexible. It just won't do to have him be this giggly during a performance."
"I'll leave that to you Lazlow. I'm busy making sure that the ball of our Ger-Bear's foot here is perfectly supple for the twirl. If I have to pick every speck of dirt off with my nails so be it."
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The Wyvern Rider shook back and forth as he used Hubert's emaciated tummy stomach to muffle his screams of ticklish agony. This however just transferred them to Hubert who let out his own wails of laughter. His teacher sat down calmly as the twin Inigo's watched and cleared his throat. They both paused in their work as Byleth began humming a tune and methodically moving a finger back and forth in time.
The two smiled and began doing the same with their own fingers but across the broad arches of Gerome's size 15's. The pinkette wiggled at the attack and the muscles in his back rippled as he tried to pull himself out of Hubert's chest to no avail. Byleth snuck a hand down and gently scratching the fingers of his free hand along the back of Hubert's neck right where his greasy black hair stopped.
Hubert tried to turn and do something about it but couldn't and soon his deep cackles added a perfect chorus to Byleth's song and Gerome's pitched whimpers as well as the twin's wolf whistles. They all stayed there for a solid half-hour harmonizing before Hubert lost consciousness.
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Hubert awoke sometime later between a pair of thighs. His head was still flying solo however now there was a pedestal before him that sported a familiar penis. His own pale serpent was currently sandwiched between a pair of small size 8 feet. The small peds were already sticky with pre-cum as Morgan pumped the cock with them while dancing his toes along the head. Hubert bit his lip and saw that across from him a similar situation took place with the Princess Laegjarn. His dear former teacher had been put through the same process and now his detached head rested upon the Muspelian's lap with his own cock barely able to be seen through the woman's mountainous size 13's enveloping them.
She and Morgan both pumped their feet to get their captives moaning while tracing fingers along the insides of their ears. Both of them also sported grins themselves though as skittering along beneath their clothes were the detached hands of Byleth and Hubert. Hubert's skittered around the small of Morgan's back to make the petite young adult squirm while Byleth's squeezed Laegjarn's rump like he was checking the ripeness.
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"Dreadfully sorry to yohohou SNNNRKK two" she snorted as Byleth's hand got frisky. "But the new masters of this castle have believed that your walking tour has gone on long enough. They believe that the Professor was playing with his food and as such, it is up to us to put an end to this. Isn't that right Morgan?"
"Yuppers! Your bodies are on their way to the baths to join those knights you brought with you, Mr. Hubert! As for Mr. Byleth well Mistress, I mean Miss Laegjarn wanted you for herself."
"Morgan it's just Laegjarn once again. I sent you to the Professor to have that fixed and still you do that. Hence why I've decided to teach a class of my own on the teacher here."
Morgan blushed and Laegjarn just couldn't stay mad. The 22-year old still had the same boyish mannerism's that coupled with his height had given him the complex that had led to his charge into here. In reality, she just always wanted to punish anyone who touched her Morgan. Hubert and Byleth were red in the face at both the attention there ears were receiving and the feeling of warm water and brushes suddenly consuming their missing body parts. Hubert would break quickly but Morgan knew just the moment to pop a gag into the tall sorcerer's mouth to let that info not spread. After all, something about this guy told Morgan he deserved it!
His eyes shot open as he searched all around the room. He was in an unfamiliar place and had no recollection of how he could have gotten there. The last thing he remembered was laying down at camp to sleep alongside Claude and his minion, but that had been in the woods. Now he looked about to see himself in a grand bed. He wondered about the greenish tint until he realized that he was in some kind of container. He looked up at the jar and puzzled over this how could it have happened. He flexed his extremities but found that he couldn't see them despite still feeling them. A figure rolled over in the bed and Hubert realized now who it was. He supposed it made sense for his professor to be here.
He'd always known that the man was talented but now he burned inside at knowing just how talented. He'd been abducted right from his bed and hadn't had the slightest inkling of danger. Hubert's toes curled with thoughts of what was probably to happen to him. Still, that dark curiosity burned about the methodology of his defeat. He found that he could move his body but not much. He tried thrashing his body but didn't even seem able to move the bed much. The professor's eyes fluttered open and he smiled at Hubert once he'd fully awoken. Hubert spat and swore as Byleth reached into his container and put hands on either side of his face. The dark mages' eyes bulged when he was lifted out of the container and placed into his former teacher's lap.
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His head had come completely off! He gasped and searched about before laying eyes on his former prison and realizing that it was just a jar. His head hadn't come off, it had been off the whole time! Byleth had just been sleeping next to his student's removed head for whatever reason. Any more detective work from Hubert was cut off though as Byleth's fingers invaded his big ears and plunged the gloomy captive into giggles and sniffles. He shook his head as much as he could but the naked teacher was quick to chase poor little Hubie's ticklish ears from side to side.
"Poor Hubert, once a great mage and viewed as an excellent strategist now just used as a toy for your former teacher. How does that make you feel Hubie? I see you trying to not laugh so are you appreciating the situation at least?"
"Hehehe are you-yohou trying to geheeheet me to beg profehehessor? I'm afrahahaid I'll have to disappoint you there."
"Oh giggly Hubert, disappoint? Why honestly I think you might be one of my best students! You delivered quite a few tasty morsels into my new lord's hands and even took the time to break them in! Those cavaliers are having the time of their lives and I'm just stumped for which of my ideas to use on poor Claude. The rest may have slipped away but we'll catch them eventually. No Hubert after all that you delivered us, I could never call you a disappointment."
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Hubert had nowhere to go and trying to distract himself from the probing fingers in his ears was making it quite hard to ignore the warmth of Byleth's lap beneath him. He wanted to spit in the traitor's face but knew that opening his mouth would only let the giggles flow out and humiliate him. Byleth took a lock of his student's bangs and used it to brush his pronounced nose while he ruminated. This tactic had the sorcerer bawling and he tried to turn his separated head away to avoid it. However, his brain was suddenly attacked from all angles as a million different sensations attacked each of his missing parts.
Hubert broke down into shrieking laughter that had Byleth a bit concerned. He reached over to the nightstand and pulled a bell from a drawer which he began earnestly ringing. Slowly all the sensations attacking his missing body trickled off until they all stopped. Byleth reassuringly ran a hand through the gasping mages black hair to try and help him regain his breath as he placed his tickle toy back in its container.
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Hubert fumed as the glass of his container was suddenly smudged by the broad soles of his former professor being pressed upon them. Though Hubert sneered at the gesture he couldn't help himself from licking his lips at the sight of his teacher's gorgeous soles. He remembered the time he'd been dragged along by his sensei to participate in ridiculous swordplay. The only highlight of the farce had been the sight of those through his teacher's workout sandals.
Ever since then Hubert had fantasies of his professor teaching class around the monastery with those simply bared just for him. Even after they'd become enemies he still dreamed of taking his former friend captive and availing himself of those tasty treats. Pumicing them, grooming them and massaging them until his captive's feet were unable to ever step upon the ground, let alone take to the battlefield. Now though the instructor from his past had not just stolen his feet out from but under him his whole body as well. Byleth got dressed slowly in a set of silken robes but was harried by his urges to keep stopping and pay attention to darling Hubie with a feather.
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When he'd finally gotten himself he picked up the jar with Hubert's head and took him towards the door.
"Hubert rather than just jump straight to breaking you in for my lords, I will take you upon a tour. Think of this as your new school if that helps. You will be learning to serve here after all."
No sooner had the door been opened than Hubert's burning ears were assaulted with hysterical laughter. The giggly squeaks were coming from a white-haired mage who he recognized from a picture of the missing heroes. Despite screaming with laughter his eyes were staying mostly closed as the red-haired woman who was availing herself of his feet.
"Teach you to put a worship curse om my boots, you little fink! Now tell mama who owns these cute little paws of yours, Henry!"
"BAHAHAHA YOU DOHO SUHUHUHLLY! THOUGH I'D THIHINK YOU KNOW TO GO FOHOHOR THE LITTLE TOHOHOES BY NOW NYAHAHAHA! OOH YEAH! JUHUHST LIKE THAHAHAT!"
Hubert sneered at this display but still noticed that the woman was wearing her boots that she'd mentioned were cursed and that what seemed to be drool was overflowing from the sizeable footwear.
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"You two are too noisy. Report to the learning floor and have Thorr put you through a re-education course. If you two can't keep your hands off each other's feet maybe having them up on the desks will help you learn."
They both nodded at the order but as Byleth turned away Hubert couldn't help but notice that the two seemed all too happy to go and receive their "punishment" as they skipped away.
He had to admire the complete overwrite of the two to lusty slaves and did so wish he himself had done it. Instead, he was most likely to join them at some point though he did hope that he'd be a bit better than slurping on his fellow prisoners in a hallway.
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Hubert's introspection was interrupted by the feeling of a ticklish attack on his phantom left foot. Byleth took him around the corner and he was greeted by the sight of a long-haired man trapped in a pedestal. The blonde's muscles strained as he tried to pull away from the fingers of his tormentor but the fact was that he only had so much room to flee. His torturer was cruel though and allowed him to get some distance before slowly advancing.
"Ticklish worm! I'm more than happy to chase you about but know that every time I catch you it will be worse Libra!"
Surtr dug one hand right into the monk's abs and the other brushed the strange neck decorations that had been forced onto the man. Once Hubert managed to get a good look over the mad king's massive frame he realized that his previously felt foot was there as well as what seemed to be one each from his pets Conrad, Roderick and Ursula.
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Surtr spied him finally and grinned at his new audience. The former ruler of this castle laughed and dropped all pretense before seizing the trapped Libra by the chin to allow him to ravish the mage's foot that he'd been forced to wear. Still not one to disappoint he stroked a finger beneath Libra's nose and enjoyed the way the monk tried to twist away from the attention unsuccessfully. Hubert wanted to watch more of this monster's class on torture and see if he could learn something but was forced to screw his shut at the sensation of his own foot getting tickles.
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More than any other part of his body, he’d scrub and exfoliate his long feet. He’d meticulously clip the nails on his slender, finger-like toes, and even polish them with a clear coat. The balls and heels were just as pale as his high arches, lacking the blushing color of peds like Linhardt’s, but he preferred how white and unblemished they appeared in comparison. The great soft 13's had surprised Surtr with the amount of care that had been put into it. There were times when Hubert was younger that his Lady Edelgard would make a comment in passing about his long loafers, a bit impressed with how big her bodyguard’s boats were. Ever since then he’d developed a bit of compulsion in regards to his size 13s.
It wasn’t until one day in his late teens that he realized the crippling weakness he’d given himself after giving his soles so much pampering. A small cabal of Imperial dissidents had captured the bodyguard of the young princess in an attempt to pry information from him. He’d scoffed at the thought until they cut through the soles of his boots and tore his silk socks apart. The act of hands other than his touching the bottoms of his feet was completely alien to him, and as their fingers slid across his bared soles Hubie was introduced to something quite new and terrible. Helpless as a child and held prisoner by his own laughter.
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Surtr placed his bristly beard down into the grouping of feet and scrubbed his chin back and forth not just along the trapped feet but also along Libra's pecs. Hubert barked with mad laughter inside his jar and despite himself, Libra leaned forwards into the tickles due to his conditioning as a tickle slave. Hubert wished he'd broken one so perfectly as Libra had been but as Surtr's tongue came out and lapped up his sole his critical thought failed him.
The former king of Muspel turned away from the panting Libra and advanced towards the jarred and defenseless head of Hubert. The professor put himself between the king and him but Surtr was happy to accept the sacrifice. Byleth had his arms seized and raised above his head with just one hand that pulled him over into Surtr's grasp.
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In seconds Byleth was stretched out in Surtr's lap unable to do anything as the man's massive hand fumbled through the professor's robes and pulled out his embarrassingly erect cock. A finger almost as thick as it traced up and down Byleth's shaft making the man gasp and shake at the attention while he struggled. Surtr gave Hubert a hard look to let him know he was next.
Suddenly though the behemoth of a man collapsed to the ground laughing. Hubert saw the shadowy figure of a serpent twisting around the great brute and dashing its tongue all along his great exposed chest. The wheezing Byleth finally managed to get back to his feet and looked at the scene dispassionately.
"What did you expect to happen? Our Lords gave you a little bit of leash to indulge in that tickle torture you are so fond of and you take a mile. They'll most likely discipline you for this. I wish you luck and hope they make a show of it."
The serpent pulled off around the corner and took the still laughing monarch with it.
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Byleth reached into the jar and took Hubert's head out before putting it right into the trapped Libra's abs. Hubert tried to turn away but Byleth held his head still as darkness bound Libra's hands behind his head.
"Go on Hubert. Take a taste. We both know how fond of all of this you are. After the demonstration that Surtr was kind enough to provide on what happens when you indulge without restraint, though I hope you've learned something."
Ever the instructor, Byleth was quite correct on what his student had been thinking. The only thing that kept his tongue from wandering all over the tasty muscles before him was the satisfaction such a display would give his captor. He held his tongue even as Byleth made the tasty statue dance by once again giving that nose of his some attention. The holy man's deep laugh made Hubert want to torment him so, slide his tongue in between those raised muscles along his stomach and listen to the man howl helplessly.
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Byleth made the choice even simpler for Hubert by taking the detached foot of his and adding it to the equation. Byleth danced his manicured nails along the long sole and told Hubert that this was now a him or you situation. Given that option, Hubert was quick to protect himself and soon Libra was trembling at the feeling of the slimy organ sliding along his stomach. Byleth didn't quite like the way slave was trying to hold in his giggles and so began idly twirling his fingers through the wispy blonde hairs that resided in the man's pits. Libra's resistance crumbled and he was soon shaking with belly laughter as Hubert lost himself in slurping and sucking on each muscle.
Hubert didn't notice when Byleth slid something between him and his meal and soldiered on with his tongue bath despite the giggles he was now erupting in. Hubert's moans and titters were quickly frustrating his professor who was finding it hard not to laugh himself now at the sight of Hubert slurping and worshipping his own foot that Byleth had placed in his way. He quietly undid the magic binding Libra's arms and whispered to the living statue that his new duty was to tend to the other disembodied feet he wore on himself. Libra did so with gusto and deep in the belly of the castle, the owners of each of the feet exploded into laughter during their own torments.
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With a light tickle of the ear, Byleth snapped his student from his trance and returned him to his container to continue on with his tour. They left Libra there entertaining Hubert's former minions. Byleth opened a new door and at once Hubert's body was again overcome by maddening tickles. He was quick to pinpoint the source as the two white moons of his bare-ass sat jutting out of a table in the center of the room. Sitting before it was two figures one with silver hair and the other snow white. One's hands were bound to his seat while the other's ankles were trapped.
"Any interesting new findings from you two? Our lords were very interested in whatever kind of strategies two renowned in them could cook up."
"A few neheehew-stop it! A few new plans sir. We had an extra one we were about to test."
Robin bent down as best he could and drew out what were unmistakeably troop movements to Hubert. Their formation was extremely unorthodox and under normal circumstances, Hubert would have admired it. However, Hubert couldn't stop laughing due to how his disembodied buttocks had been used as the canvas for this. He could feel every line Robin scritched in with the quill and couldn't resist them for the life of him and could only shake and laugh.
Once Robin was finished, Corrin in the chair across from him stretched his long legs and began dragging his nimble toes along Hubert's jiggling ass to mimic enemy troop movements. They circled around the imaginary troops that had been drawn onto Hubie's buttocks and made way for a second group represented by Corrin's other set of toes which made Hubert make a noise that normally he would've killed all witnesses to.
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Robin sat back and pouted as Corrin's toes highlighted each problem with his plan and routed his forces down into Hubert's asscrack before catching them in a pincer movement and wiping them out. He wasn't allowed to be grumpy for long though as once his men fell, Corrin's troops for the castles that were the tops of his helpless feet. Robin broke down into snorting laughter at the attack while Corrin labeled this strategy a failure.
Byleth sat Hubert's container down and took the quill that the apoplectic Robin had dropped. While the other two were busy he drew a few extra lines along the "hills" that they had been using as a battlefield to signify a false retreat. He had the troops fall back to another group than charge back at Corrin. He took the dancing boy by his ankle and proceeded to illustrate this all along his long sole and down to his twinkling toes.
"As you can see, with just a simple feint here this defeat can easily be turned into a victory allowing our forces to charge the enemy from all sides. However, I think our headquarters would have taken some damage."
Byleth scribbles indiscriminately along the tops of Robin's feet while Corrin got his breath back. He misjudged how long the athletic dancer would need however and soon those toned legs were under his arms and had him pulled back atop their "map".
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Robin snapped his fingers and magical chains bound the teacher down atop Hubie's poor marked bottom. He advanced with his pen and was quick to create a new scenario along Byleth's chest after opening up the Fell Star's robes. Corrin's dancing toes started at the professor's neck and advanced down Byleth's chest to meet the enemy head on over the abs. Byleth howled as they faced each other there and Hubert did as well due to the feeling of his captor's heat on his rear. Thankfully for both of them, the noise attracted attention.
Robin and Corrin both fell back in their chairs, paralyzed and unable to move as Loki strode into the room with her staff still aglow. She slipped a big foot out of her heel and traces the meaty sole along Byleth's marked chest while clucking her tongue.
"Oh, dear did a pair of servants in here get a bit too frisky? Dreadfully sorry you had to go through that darling."
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With a snap of her fingers not only was Byleth released from his bonds but the pair of troublemakers were as well. They floated right out of their chairs and over to her, still unable to move.
"I'll let you get back to your tour. I'd meant to come and ask if you needed assistance as I find myself dreadfully bored lately but I think I've found something to do now. Come along now slaves, I think I'm in the mood to tickle some noses today."
Loki turned on her heel and strode out over the mess that had been Byleth with a struggling Robin and Corrin floating along behind her. The two kicked their feet back and forth in frustration but could do nothing as they vanished into the darkness after the sadistic tickler.
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Byleth picked Hubert up slowly after he'd regained his breath and energy. The sorcerer smirked at his former teacher's bedraggled state which earned him a rather disapproving stare from the man. He was pulled out of his jar and placed gently between his dear teacher's firm breasts and did his best to hide his blush. He couldn't of course because he was literally just a head but still Byleth could tell he tried. His professor's chest was quite impressive and Hubert remembered back when he'd still been in school that Caspar had gifted his professor a push-up bra for the purpose of showing off his man-melons. Hubert had taken great relish in joining his teacher in teasing Caspar's feet when the staff had left the little prankster in stocks.
Hubert had sealed away a small part of him that had secretly been desperate to see that though. Now he felt it and was so desperate to regain his neutral expression so as not to show weakness that he didn't even see Byleth's sneaky fingers until they'd invaded his ears. He shook as they swirled around inside the sensitive cups stopping only to exit and brush away the tears. Hubert snickered and chuckled uncontrollably as his professor's thick pecs kept him from rocking too much.
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Byleth kept him there until Hubert was openly weeping at his bug goofy ears being tickled. Byleth clucked his tongue at his silly student begging for mercy from such a thing. If Hubert could see his professor's big feet waving back and forth though he could have seen that despite his monotone exterior, the teacher was happy as a clam here with Hubert reduced to this.
A blush suddenly took Byleth's cheeks and with a cough he stopped. He calmly picked up the wrecked Hubert and placed him back in his jar before adjusting his robes once more. He stopped once more though to give Hubert's pink asshole a tickle before picking up his jar and continuing the tour.
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The next room was a sight to the still frazzled Hubert. Floating calmly in between two thrones of bones was another former ruler of this castle, Hel. She watched happily as on each throne the strapped in Princes of Nohr, Xander and Leo lost their minds as they struggled in their bonds.
The two men both wore no armor and instead seem to be dressed for a day of leisurely horseback riding. The only thing out of place with their attire was that it seemed that their equestrian riding boots had had their soles cut off. Each throne tapered a bit at the footrest so that Hubert could see each man's tasty pink feet inside their ruined boots. Tearing his eye away from the royal soles he finally noticed something skittering about beneath the two's clothes.
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He could suddenly feel warm skin beneath his phantom fingers and realized what was happening. He was being shown the use of his missing hands. Some kind of enchantment had been placed on them to make them skitter about on there own all over Xander and Leo. As he watched a long and familiar finger snaked out Leo's collar to start tracing his chin and make him blush.
The bulge in Xander's clothes had been hanging out on his abs but suddenly decided to rush down between his legs. It hung about there while the prince got redder and redder until it suddenly took off towards his neck while Leo's did the opposite. Hel floated there contently listening to both men chortle like children until she finally spoke up.
"Whenever you're ready my dears. I can make it stop. Just say the words."
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Both of them shook their heads but Leo was caught mid-refusal by cupping his left nip. Hubert could see the outline of it almost perfectly through the prince's shirt. Leo's breath hitched in his throat as he tried to shake it but that only led to the poor little nipple being toggled back and forth by a naughty finger like a switch to drive him mad.
Leo's cheeks puffed and turned red which Hubert recognized as a sign of a victim not wanting to admit defeat. He'd had enough prisoners at his mercy to know that when you made a face that undignified that it was already over. Leo nodded emphatically as he conceded and Xander looked away from his brother.
"FIHIHINE! BLAHAHAST IT DEAHAEREST YOU WIN!"
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With a wave of her hand, Hubert's hand floated out of the man's shirt and stayed there suspended in the air. Hel shifted slightly in the air until she was in position before the younger prince. Her massive size 16's hungrily slipped inside his ruined boots and Leo began fidgeting on his throne as her icy toes explored his own squishy soles. They felt along the sides, drew shapes in his arches, and rubbed back and forth along the ball while Leo gasped and shook at this game of undead footsies he seemed to be enjoying.
Xander meanwhile was doing the same as the hand had skittered over to start tracing the Nohrian's spine through his skin. He could do nothing as each touch forced him straighter in his seat and he discovered this new tickle spot he'd been cursed with. When it got to his shoulders Xander was red enough to give the impression he might soon burst.
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Hubert was enjoying the show so much he forgot his own state as a prisoner and didn't see his hand floating towards his tank. It scrambled inside armed with the feather Byleth had given it and still hadn't alerted the trapped sadist. It wasn't until the devious thing had forced the feather beneath Hubert's very nose that he realized that audience participation had begun. With a twirl, Hubert caught a snootful of plumes and tried to turn himself away but could do nothing as Byleth added a hand atop his head to keep him still.
Hubert's traitorous hand sawed the feather back and forth beneath his beak. Hubert's entire body shook with the phantom urge to sneeze. It couldn't though and Hubert knew that all too well as nose tickles were one of his favorites to extract information. He'd once spent a solid day teasing the nose of the youngest of the Blue Lion's boys to get information from him. It had been a delight to watch the Sniper melt before him as his body begged to perform such a basic action. Hubert had known that the fool had no information for him on the location of his missing prince simply because he would have given it to try and end that. Now though Hubert couldn't help but picture that man's white hair as he could feel the stiff bristles of the feather tease the insides of his nostrils.
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Xander had apparently surrendered as well but Hubert hadn't even noticed until his other hand crawled into the tank with him. It began lightly stroking the bridge of Hubie's nose as a white-haired woman sat down with Hel and offered her own cold and dainty feet to tend to Xander in the same way as his brother.
Tears had formed in Hubert's eyes just from this nose play at his own literal hands as he sputtered and begged his teacher for mercy through ragged breaths. His entire being ached to sneeze hard enough to blast this evil away but this wasn't allowed. Byleth sat down calmly crosslegged and placed Hubert's tank on his lap. The sorcerer couldn't see what his professor was doing and didn't even notice the hand atop his head was gone. Hubert was so lost in this ticklish agony that he hadn't even realized he was unrestrained. In fact, it wasn't until a pair of chopsticks was lowered into his tank that he noticed anything.
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They grasped his feather wielding hand right below the index knuckle and pulled it out of the tank like a dangerous insect. After a sneeze powerful enough to shake his entire prison Hubert looked up at his former torturer. The hand was helpless as it held by that finger. Byleth jabbed a digit of his own into the palm and began calmly stroking it as Hubert yipped and was once again reminded that that was his.
He shook his head and tried to gibber out a plea for mercy but couldn't string words together. His nemesis delighted in the ruined state Hubert was in and couldn't take his eyes off his glistening sweaty black hair. This might have continued all day were it not for a polite cough rousing the professor to remember he shared this room. He blushed embarrassedly as the former princess of Hel, Eir asked for privacy as she and her mother attended to their pets.
Byleth hadn't even noticed how much the room had changed. Both Nohrian's were gone and now a pair of black sarcophagi stood in the center from which a pair of leaking pink cock's protruded. Eir and Hel smiled and waved as they took Hubert's enchanted hands from the professor and shooed him and Hubert out. Glancing back over their shoulders the pair saw the sadistic undead calmly sliding the hands into each tomb and cooing at the frantic way the two dicks shook in response.
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After a bit of hustling from Byleth, Hubert found himself in yet another new room. This time once again he felt that damn tickling sensation on himself. His stomach felt as if somebody was alternating between being chewed upon and having lips blast it. When his eyes adjusted to the gloom he was finally able to make out this new scene. In the center of the room, a pink-haired man was face down into what Hubert easily recognized as his own chest and stomach. The man's hands were bound behind his back and as he squirmed a pair of silver-haired men dispassionately picked at one of his big feet each.
"Dear Lazlow look, I do believe that's a new recruit."
"My goodness, Inigo you do seem to be correct. To be shepherded around by that sadistic professor must make him quite the special person."
"Lazlow I do believe we may be dancing for him one day. I do so hope our Ger-Bear here will be ready so as not to embarrass us."
"All the better reason to help our Ger-Bear make sure he has the feet of a dancer, Inigo. Now work his toes back and forth to make sure their nice and flexible. It just won't do to have him be this giggly during a performance."
"I'll leave that to you Lazlow. I'm busy making sure that the ball of our Ger-Bear's foot here is perfectly supple for the twirl. If I have to pick every speck of dirt off with my nails so be it."
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The Wyvern Rider shook back and forth as he used Hubert's emaciated tummy stomach to muffle his screams of ticklish agony. This however just transferred them to Hubert who let out his own wails of laughter. His teacher sat down calmly as the twin Inigo's watched and cleared his throat. They both paused in their work as Byleth began humming a tune and methodically moving a finger back and forth in time.
The two smiled and began doing the same with their own fingers but across the broad arches of Gerome's size 15's. The pinkette wiggled at the attack and the muscles in his back rippled as he tried to pull himself out of Hubert's chest to no avail. Byleth snuck a hand down and gently scratching the fingers of his free hand along the back of Hubert's neck right where his greasy black hair stopped.
Hubert tried to turn and do something about it but couldn't and soon his deep cackles added a perfect chorus to Byleth's song and Gerome's pitched whimpers as well as the twin's wolf whistles. They all stayed there for a solid half-hour harmonizing before Hubert lost consciousness.
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Hubert awoke sometime later between a pair of thighs. His head was still flying solo however now there was a pedestal before him that sported a familiar penis. His own pale serpent was currently sandwiched between a pair of small size 8 feet. The small peds were already sticky with pre-cum as Morgan pumped the cock with them while dancing his toes along the head. Hubert bit his lip and saw that across from him a similar situation took place with the Princess Laegjarn. His dear former teacher had been put through the same process and now his detached head rested upon the Muspelian's lap with his own cock barely able to be seen through the woman's mountainous size 13's enveloping them.
She and Morgan both pumped their feet to get their captives moaning while tracing fingers along the insides of their ears. Both of them also sported grins themselves though as skittering along beneath their clothes were the detached hands of Byleth and Hubert. Hubert's skittered around the small of Morgan's back to make the petite young adult squirm while Byleth's squeezed Laegjarn's rump like he was checking the ripeness.
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"Dreadfully sorry to yohohou SNNNRKK two" she snorted as Byleth's hand got frisky. "But the new masters of this castle have believed that your walking tour has gone on long enough. They believe that the Professor was playing with his food and as such, it is up to us to put an end to this. Isn't that right Morgan?"
"Yuppers! Your bodies are on their way to the baths to join those knights you brought with you, Mr. Hubert! As for Mr. Byleth well Mistress, I mean Miss Laegjarn wanted you for herself."
"Morgan it's just Laegjarn once again. I sent you to the Professor to have that fixed and still you do that. Hence why I've decided to teach a class of my own on the teacher here."
Morgan blushed and Laegjarn just couldn't stay mad. The 22-year old still had the same boyish mannerism's that coupled with his height had given him the complex that had led to his charge into here. In reality, she just always wanted to punish anyone who touched her Morgan. Hubert and Byleth were red in the face at both the attention there ears were receiving and the feeling of warm water and brushes suddenly consuming their missing body parts. Hubert would break quickly but Morgan knew just the moment to pop a gag into the tall sorcerer's mouth to let that info not spread. After all, something about this guy told Morgan he deserved it!
