Hysterics in Hyrule : Anju and Kafei's Hysterical Honeymoon (mf/mf tickling)

[Gargalesis Ghost]

The last shot you get of Anju and Kafei in Majora's Mask is at their wedding in the credits scene and that has never sat well with me after toiling to figure out the longest quest line in the goddamn game. Plus, it feels unfortunate to never really get to see them be a couple. Particularly a couple that gets kidnapped and tickle-cucked on their honeymoon. Content warning for genital tickling, cuckoldry, tickle torture, and sexual slavery.


Anju watched from her window as the sun rose over Clock Town, clad only in her underclothes and with her dark red hair mussed up and sticking in every which direction. There was a mumble and a snore behind her and she turned just in time to see Kafei roll over on the bed and pull the blanket over his face. The two had been married only a couple days before during the Carnival of Time, a day made even more wonderful because, between Kafei’s disappearance and the moon threatening to crash into Termina, she hadn’t been sure that they’d ever get to be married.


She crossed the room, stepping lightly to avoid making noise, and sat at the edge of the bed to look down at Kafei. Anju really owed the boy in green for reuniting the two of them. Some curse had morphed Kafei’s body into that of a child and a thief had taken advantage of his reduced stature to steal his wedding mask, the symbol of their engagement. The boy in green changed all of that, though. He found Kafei, then the two of them found the thief’s hideout and broke in, recovering the mask from him.


Kafei mumbled and rolled over in his sleep again, his bout of restlessness ending with him on his back and Anju reached down and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. His eyes fluttered open at the touch, and his startlingly blue eyes focused on her.


“Good morning,” she said, leaning down to kiss him before he could reply. Caught off guard, Kafei lay there a brief second before he returned her kiss, reaching up to pull her closer. When she resisted, he tickled her sides until her strength fled and she giggled into his mouth, then pulled her into the bed with him. “Kafei! Behave! My mother might hear!” Anju managed to say before he pinned her down on the bed and his fingers found her ribs and her quiet giggles became helpless, whooping belly laughs. Anju had been helplessly ticklish from head to toe since they were children and Kafei had taken advantage of it for years already.


“Fine, fine,” Kafei said, then pulled Anju to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the combined warmth of the bed and her body and the softness of her skin against his. “I don’t want to deal with your mother this early so you get a pass. This time, at least.”


“Mmm.” Anju nestled her butt against him and wiggled, then snickered when she felt him stiffen below the belt. “Oh, looks like someone else is glad to see me.”


“Always, though he’ll be more glad when we have a little more privacy,” Kafei said, then gasped as Anju reached behind herself and grabbed his hardened cock through the fabric of his underclothes. “See, that’s what I mean! I can already hear your mother puttering around the downstairs and you have to go grabbing me like that!”


“Oh, you’ll live,” Anju giggled, then slipped her hand inside his shorts and started pumping up and down his shaft. Kafei’s breath hitched, then he moaned loudly, then suddenly gasped.


“Anju, don’t…”


“Don’t what? I’m just paying you back a little,” she said, smiling slyly as her hand left his dick and instead cupped his balls, caressing them gently first… and then her fingers bent towards it and she lightly spidered her nails over it. Kafei’s reaction was instantaneous - his body went rigid and he giggled helplessly. She’d found that little secret spot when they’d consummated their marriage a few nights before and filed it away for future use. He might be able to tickle her into submission whenever he liked, but Anju was determined to figure out how to hold the same power over him.


“P-please stop!” Kafei, unaccustomed to being on the receiving end, writhed helplessly against her, his hips bucking reflexively and his laughter much higher pitched than she would have imagined. She could also feel him stiffening even more, his dick rock hard and quivering as she tormented his balls, her nails tracing unbearable lines over it. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to…”


“You’re going to what?” Anju asked innocently, already knowing exactly what was coming. He tried to wiggle away and she pinned him by swinging her legs around, pivoting on her butt, to bring them down on him. Normally his strength was well beyond hers, but the intimate tickling sapped that strength away as she continued tormenting his balls.


“Ah! Ahh!” Kafei squeaked through his giggles, and Anju felt his dick twitch once, then again, then suddenly spurt, filling his underclothes and coating her hand with warm semen.


“Oh dear, you had an accident!”


“D-don’t make fun of me!” He said, pulling her hand out of his pants and above her head before grabbing her other and pinning them both to the bed as he straddled her.


“Eek! Don’t sit on me with your underwear all cold and slimy like that!” Anju cried as the cum filled shorts grazed her belly. Kafei ignored her, shifting around so he could hold her wrists with one hand, then his other reached down and found her panties. “Wait, Kafei! Don’t!”


“Hey now,” he scolded her, slipping his free hand under the fabric and teasing his own fingers around her vulva, “I’m not the only one with an intimate ticklish spot, now that I think about it. Besides, we’re partners for life, right? It’s only fair that you get the same treatment you give me and vice versa.”


Anju opened her mouth to protest but Kafei’s fingers sprang into motion, teasing her nether region, and all that escaped her lips was a mad giggle. One finger slipped into her while the rest teased her vulva, and Anju squirmed, giggled, and moaned much like he had at her own attentions. Then the finger inside found her clit and flicked across it slowly, deliberately, while his other fingers continued teasing her outer folds. She stiffened, the orgasm coming with a scream of pleasure that made Kafei release her wrists and gently cover her mouth lest their morning fun be heard.


When the orgasm subsided, Anju collapsed in a boneless heap and Kafei rolled off her then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. The two lay there like that a moment while Anju’s breath slowed, enjoying each other’s warmth and the softness of each other’s skin.


“Alright, let me up before my mother decides to come listen at the door. You know how nosy she can be, and I’d really rather not have to explain why we’re getting up so late. Plus, your shorts are still slimy and feel weird on my back! Go wash yourself and change!” Anju, with more than a little regret, pulled away from him and stood.


“You might want to take your own advice, love. There’s a wet spot on your own underclothes.”


“I… that… it’s your fault!” Anju cried, her face burning red to match her hair.


“And mine is yours. I don’t suppose we could take a bath together?”


“Not unless you like the idea of my mother and gran crouching at the door and listening to us,” Anju said, shaking her head. The newlyweds were only staying at the Stock Pot Inn, the inn in Clock Town that her family had run for three generations, until their new house was finished. She was grateful to her family for putting them up, of course, but it left something to be desired as far as privacy went.


“Gah. Good point.” Kafei sighed, then stretched his arms above his head. “Ladies first, then. I shall suffer cold and slimy pants while you clean yourself!”


“Such a gentleman!”


Kafei straightened up. “Oh, don’t forget that we’re taking the trip in a few days! That’ll be a good chance to be alone!” The two of them had been married recently but still hadn’t taken a honeymoon and his father, Mayor Dotour, had gifted them with tickets for a swamp cruise and a couple of nights in the guest room of the Deku King’s palace. “It’s strange, I didn’t even know that the Deku King rented out rooms.”


“Don’t look a gift scrub in the, uh, whatever the Deku tribe calls the opening on their face. Is it a mouth? It’s gotta be a mouth, right?”


______


Sakon was irritated. First, some nosy little bastard of a kid in a green tunic had thwarted his recent thefts around town. As if that wasn’t bad enough, the same little fucker teamed up with the blue haired kid he’d lifted a mask wrought of almost pure silver off of and they raided his hideout in Ikana Canyon. Now the mask was gone, his hideout compromised, and his one decent contact in Clock Town, the man at the Curiosity Shop, wouldn’t give him the time of day.


“I fucking hate kids,” he muttered, trudging through the town. He should be picking a new mark, starting fresh, but the slights against him burned in his thoughts like wildfire. What had he done to deserve such treatment? Nothing! Who was entitled to his hideout full of treasure aside from him? No one! He rubbed a hand over his bald head and groaned. “Maybe it’s time to find a different town.”


Sakon stopped between the Stock Pot Inn and the Treasure Chest shop. He wondered, briefly, if one of them might be worth breaking in, then heard laughter coming from an open window on the second floor of the inn and ducked around the corner of the building so whoever it was didn’t see him.


“Well, the inn is out,” he whispered, then jumped when a hand fell on his shoulder. “What?!” Sakon spun around and found himself face to face with a figure wearing a heavy cloak that fell all the way to their feet and their visage covered by a mask designed to mimic a monster called Garo, with a blank face and burning red eyes.


“Calm down,” the figure rasped, holding a gloved finger up to their face. “You’re the thief that stole the wedding mask for the mayor’s son, yes?”


“That depends on who is asking,” Sakon said, brushing the figure’s hand off his shoulder.


“I’d be interested in hiring you,” the figure said, then pulled a leather pouch from within the folds of their cloak and dropped it on the ground. “This is the downpayment.”


Sakon picked the pouch up and opened it, stunned to see three golden colored rupees inside. “Holy shit! Is this right?!” He’d taken jobs before, of course, but most didn’t pay nearly as well, and the weirdo in the cloak said it was the downpayment!


“Do you accept?”


Sakon pulled the drawstring, closing the pouch, then tucked it away into the pocket of his trousers. “What have you got in mind?”


______


“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you? I could close the inn for a few days,” Anju’s mother asked, her broad face furrowed with worry as she watched Kafei loading the small horse-drawn wagon that the Stock Pot Inn kept around.


“Mother, please. No one wants their parents to chaperone them on their honeymoon,” Anju said, then sighed. “It’ll be fine. We’re just going to the Southern Swamp for a few days.” She picked up a suitcase and handed it to Kafei, who turned and loaded it into the back of the wagon.


“But what if something happens?”


“Nothing is going to happen. Monster sightings have plummeted since the moon went back to normal and the Deku say that the water in the swamp is clear and clean now, free of poison. We’ll be fine.” Anju sighed when she looked up and her mother seemed unconvinced. “Besides, I’ll have Kafei with me.”


“I still don’t like it,” her mother said, crossing her arms over her bosom. “I still think you should take someone else with you. Safety in numbers. What about Cremia?”


“Ah. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Cremia was Anju’s closest friend, but she was painfully aware that she had harbored her own feelings for Kafei over the years and taking her on the trip would feel like rubbing their marriage in her face. “Besides, I’m sure she’s busy with the ranch now that the roads are all unblocked and trade can resume normally.”


“Well, what about…”


“Mother, no,” Anju cut her off, her patience wearing thin. The older woman’s heart might be in the right place, but she’d be damned if anyone was going to interrupt the first real time she’d get to spend with her husband alone.


“Everything’s loaded up,” Kafei’s voice said from the other side of the wagon before the man himself appeared, wearing a simple robe with his family’s crest emblazoned on it. “Are you ready to go?”


“Yes,” Anju nodded, then took his hand when he reached for hers.


“Just… could you two just promise me that you’ll be careful?” Anju’s mother sighed, defeated. “It might be improving outside of the town, but that doesn’t mean it’s safe.”


“Stop fretting, mother, or you’ll go completely gray by the time we come home,” Anju said with a reassuring smile. She and Kafei released each other’s hands and gave Anju’s mother a hug, then climbed onto the wagon. Then Kafei snapped the reins and the horse sprung into motion. A moment later, they were rounding the corner of the Treasure Chest shop and then were out of sight completely.


“I hope everything goes well,” Anju’s mother said with a sigh, unaware of the cloaked figure and the pale, bald man that watched the carriage leave from the alley next to the Milk Bar.


______


“Is this it?” Kafei asked, hopping down from the carriage bench and peering at a sign with peeling letters that read ‘Old Koume’s Swamp Cruise’ with a skeptical look on his face. Behind the sign, a small dock hung out over the water with a ladder leading to an old shack built above. “It looks so… rundown…”


“I think this is the right place, though,” Anju answered, hopping down and immediately making a face when her shoes, simple slip ons with a small heel, squelched into the damp ground and she felt moisture invade her socks. Kafei had been spared the same fate as he was clad in boots that rose almost to his knees or he would have warned her.


“I suppose I don’t see any other docks here, so it must be,” he mused, but was clearly disappointed at the attraction’s appearance. “Shall we climb up?” He motioned to the ladder leading up to the shack itself and Anju nodded, then waited an uncomfortable few seconds, shifting from foot to foot.


“Sorry,” she finally said, “but could you go first? I am in a skirt and all.”


“Ah! Of course! I didn’t mean to…”


“No, I know! And it is a long skirt, but still…”


The two stood in awkward silence for a moment, both faces flushed crimson, before Kafei broke into a boyish smile.


“We’re still not really used to the husband and wife thing, huh?”


“Not. At. All. By the gods, we’re sort of terrible at it so far,” Anju laughed, shaking her head. “Come on, let’s climb up.” Kafei nodded and scrambled up first, then turned and waited for Anju as she climbed more slowly. When both stood on the higher deck, they grasped each other’s hand and Kafei led the way as they walked carefully across the old boards, wary of the creaking sounds beneath their feet, and through the door into the hut.


The inside wasn’t much more glamorous, its wooden walls as old and weathered as the deck outside, some even showing old holes that left the outside blatantly visible. A booth stood in the back, and a shadowy figure stood in it, watching them, with little more than its eyes and the tip of a long, wrinkled nose visible.


“Eeeheehee, you’d be the guests from Clock Town, yes?” The figure called from the booth. Kafei nodded and approached them with Anju following, their fingers still twined together.


“Yes, we have reservations for a swamp cruise,” Kafei said. “It should be under the name of my father, Mayor Dotour, I believe.”


“Yes, yes, I have it right here. Lovely little man, but obviously needs a vacation himself judging from the look of him.”


“I’ll mention it to him when we return to Clock Town.”


“Anyway, the cruise is already paid for,” the shadowy figure said, then passed a strange box with a lens on the front to Kafei. “Take this as a bonus.”


“What is it?” Anju asked, looking at the strange apparatus.


“It’s called a pictograph box. When you point it at something and hit the button on top, it will capture its image and you can print it out when you return here after the cruise. It can only hold a few images, though, so decide carefully what you want to take a pictograph of.”


“Got it,” Kafei said, releasing his grip on Anju’s hand so he could grab the pictograph box in both of his. “Anything else?”


“The boat will be down below when you exit and travels a set path through the swamp. It makes one scheduled stop at the Deku King’s palace in case you need a rest or would like to take pictographs there, then returns here through a different path. I’ve also heard that the two of you will be staying as guests at the palace, so once your cruise is complete then you will be allowed to use the boat again to ferry you there if you require it for a small fee.”


“Okay, sounds good. So we’ll see you at the dock below?”


“Me? Oh no, I’m not going with you,” the shadowy figure shook their head, then laughed at the couple’s confused expressions. “The boat is enchanted with magic and navigates a set path through the swamp on its own. My sister and I are quite proud of that little spell, actually.”


“I… see,” Kafei said, swiping at a lock of blue hair stuck to his forehead. “Then I suppose we’ll be off.” He nodded to the figure, then led the way back to the door of the hut with the pictograph box in hand and Anju on his heels. The door opened and the couple exited, both of their faces plainly showing misgivings about the cruise.


Koume breathed a sigh of relief once the door clicked shut. The Swamp Tour hadn’t been doing too well as of late and she and her sister needed the money. She’d been more than a little worried that the young couple would change their mind and she’d be out of her budget for the month. She was about to come out of her dark little booth when she heard the doorknob click again.


“Hmm? Did you dearies forget something?” Koume asked, then fell silent when a different pair entered the shack. This was a pale, bald man in a simple tunic and trousers and a cowled figure in a heavy cloak about a head shorter than the man. Something about them felt off. “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else. Can I help you?”


“No, but that couple that just left can,” Sakon said, smiling. Koume noticed that the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “What are the chances you’d let us watch your counter for you while you take a much deserved early day?”


“No chance of that,” Koume spat. She’d had a bad feeling about the pair and it had been dead on. “Why don’t the two of you get out of my swamp before you run afoul of the witch Koume?” She grasped the handle of her broom that she kept hidden in the alcove with her and prepared to spring out through the little window.


The cloaked figure moved in a flash, producing something shining from some deep pocket and sent it sailing across the room. It struck Koume in the head with a hollow thunk and the witch crumpled to the ground, stunned.


“Get back there and tie her up,” a gravelly voice, presumably the one in the cloak, said, while Koume’s head swam. She fumbled in the dark, grasping for what struck her, and was astounded when her fingers found it - a thick glass bottle with a Chateau Romani label on it. It slipped from Koume’s grasp and clinked to the floorboards, then her world went dark.


______


The boat thumped against the deck softly and Anju stood up. She’d been apprehensive about a boat with no one steering it, but the cruise, which rounded all the main sights of the Southern Swamp, had been delightful. For her, at least.


“How are you feeling?” Anju asked, reaching down and patting Kafei’s back gently. He glanced up at her, watery eyed, then stuck his head out over the edge of the boat and vomited into the water.


“Kill… me…,” he croaked, his face pale. The man had never been in a boat before and had gotten nauseous almost immediately, so much so that he hadn’t bothered to take any pictographs and had mostly just lay in the grass during the stop at the Deku Palace while Anju disembarked and explored the palace for a few moments. “Can you go check in with the old woman? I don’t think I can move right now.”


Anju nodded. “Of course. And I’ll see if there’s a way we can get back to the Deku Palace without having to ride the boat again.” Anju stepped onto the dock then turned and smiled. “Just think of how funny this story will be to tell people one day.”


“I’m not… urp… too keen on the idea,” Kafei said, then emptied his gut into the swamp again. Anju watched him for a moment longer, concerned, then turned and slowly climbed the ladder to Koume’s shack.


“She did say she was a witch, right? Maybe she can mix up some sort of potion for Kafei,” Anju mumbled to herself as she opened the old door. Something in the shack immediately felt different from earlier that day. It was darker than it had been earlier, inky shadows crawling across the floorboards as the sun hung lower in the sky. The little booth at the back where the witch had been before was almost completely shrouded in darkness but Anju felt the hair on the back of her neck prickle as she peered at it and noticed a pair of eyes staring back at her from inside, just barely visible from the sparse light reflecting off them. “Hello?”


“Well hello,” said the figure in the booth. Their voice was very different than the witch from before. Koume sounded old and reedy but still friendly. This voice was oddly high pitched, almost like a man trying to sound more feminine, and the overall effect was off-putting. “I’m afraid the regular tour guide fell ill and had to go home. I’m her assistant. Did you and your husband enjoy the cruise?”


“I did, but Kafei got a bit of motion sickness from the boat,” Anju said, cautiously approaching the booth. She stopped several paces away, wary, though she’d gotten close enough to see the outline of a man’s head along with the glinting eyes.


“Oh? That is unfortunate,” the strange man said, though Anju felt no pith in his words and had the impression that he smiled where he stood in the dark. “Do you need help seeing to him?”


Something here is wrong, she thought, and took a step backwards. “N-no, we’ll be fine. He just needs to get out of the boat and move around a bit.” Anju took another step back and turned towards the door.


“Well, if you’re sure,” the man said, then there was a muffled grunt from the other end of the shack and a soft thud as he swore under his breath.


“What was that?”


“Nothing at all, just a rat scurrying by. Impossible to keep the pests out of an old dump like this,” he said, his voice feigning the same chipper lilt as before. “Now, I really must insist that you allow me to help with your husband.”


“That’s okay, it’s really not necessary,” Anju said, grasping the door knob and turning it, but when she pushed against the door it wouldn’t open. She pushed again and it still didn’t budge. “What?!”


Sakon crept out of Koume’s booth, landing a deliberate parting kick in the witch’s ribs for making noise while he was trying to speak with his mark. He had heavy rope from the dock slung over one shoulder and his smile was predatory. “Tsk tsk,” he scolded, dropping the heavy rope to the floorboards and pulling a wicked little knife from his belt, “this didn’t go as planned at all. I hope you don’t put up too much of a fight. It would be a shame to ruin that pretty face.”


“Wait!” Anju sidestepped as he lunged at her, narrowly evading his grasp. “Why are you doing this?!”


“Money,” he said, his empty hand reaching for her again as he spoke and catching hold of her sleeve.


“Money?! Then here, take this and let me go!” Anju cried, digging in her pocket and producing a small pouch. Sakon reached for it and she tossed it towards the booth where he’d been when she entered the shack and he lunged after it.


“Got it!” He beamed as he stood up and loosened the draw string, then turned the bag upside down. A single dark gray gem fell out of it into his hand. “A rupoor?! You sneaky little…” Sakon growled, his head whipping in Anju’s direction just in time to see her dive through the small window on the back wall of the shack. “Shit!”


By the time he made it to the window, Anju was already swimming frantically to get to the shallow edge of the river running through the swamp.


______


Gotta get to Kafei, gotta get to Kafei! The words pounded through her mind, a mantra to keep her going through her surprise and fear. As she swam, she regretted not dressing down for the trip to the swamp while her blouse and long skirt, soaked through, started to weigh her down and made kicking through the water with her feet heavier and harder with every movement. When she made it to the river’s shore, she stood and immediately pulled at her waist, unfastening and immediately stepping out of the skirt and tossing it to the side, then kicking off her shoes and peeling off her waterlogged socks and discarding them as well.


Clad in only a dripping blouse and soaked underwear that was already starting to rub uncomfortably against her nether regions, Anju trudged onto the grass and peered around. She’d come ashore on the opposite side of the cabin than the dock, but that was only a short walk away. A pounding sound came from above, and she looked upwards, her heart leaping into her throat, until she heard swearing mixed in and realized that it was the thief trying to get through the shack’s door. Anju ignored his shouting and crossed the grass to where Kafei should be waiting for her in the little boat at the dock.


“Kafei! I hope you’re feeling better!” Anju yelled as she neared it, then stopped dead in her tracks. The boat was there, though it had been dragged onto the shore and a huge hole had been knocked through the bottom of it, but there was no sign of her husband. “Kafei?!” The thief wasn’t alone! Someone took him while he was sick!


Anju’s head whipped around as she looked over the area frantically. She saw the simple dirt road that led back to Termina Field and Clock Town, then pivoted on her heel and saw bootprints leading deeper into the swamp and followed them, her bare feet squelching in the muck. Strange animals trilled unseen around her as she crashed through some sort of odd underbrush growing out of the damp ground, wincing as brambles hidden within scraped her bare legs, then paused. Mixed in with the odd cries of the wildlife was another sound, muffled, that sounded like a person laughing. I know that voice!


Anju struck off in the direction of the laughter, heedless as more brambles clawed bloody lines across her shins and even as high as her thighs in some places, heedless of the mud caked between her toes, until she burst into a small grove of trees and saw the source of the noise. Kafei hung, his arms tied to two tree branches high enough that his legs dangled above the ground, and stripped completely nude. A rag had been tied around his face, muffling his laughter and occasional pleas, while a cloaked figure stood before him, one of their hands tickling around his belly, thighs, and scrotum while the other pumped continuously on his cock. As Anju watched, his helpless giggles turned to a wordless yell as his dick twitched once, then again, then spilled seed onto the ground.


“Oh no, you came again! You know what that means,” the cloaked figure said, their voice a low rumble. They released his trembling dick and crouched low, then began tickling both of his feet while he writhed and yelped into his gag. After a few moments of concentrated foot tickling, his erection bloomed again, and the cloaked figure chuckled and stood again, grasping his cock once more and returning to their merciless pumping while the fingers of their other hand teased his quivering belly below his navel.


Kafei! I have to help him! Anju, without another thought, rushed at the cloaked figure with her arms outstretched and her bare feet kicking up clods of mud and water from the ground. The cloaked figure heard her and hopped away, easily dodging her awkward grapple, then retreated until they were standing with their back to a different tree.


“Who are you?!” Anju shouted. She stood with her arms spread and her stance low, preparing to rush the cloaked figure again. Whoever or whatever they were, she’d make sure they’d pay for tormenting her husband. Anju took a cautious step towards them, then another, then broke into a fresh run as the cloaked figure shifted their weight. Their arm flicked out, and something glinted in the air as it rocketed towards her and struck Anju square in the forehead. She dropped face first into the muck, still conscious but stunned and insensible from the impact.


“Anju, Anju, Anju,” she heard the figure say in the same coarse voice that had been teasing Kafei, “you stupid girl. You’ll drown in the mud if I don’t help you.” Someone grabbed her shoulder and she felt her body roll as the cloaked figure rolled her onto her back and then stood, staring down at her. She tried to speak, but her thoughts were slipping and her tongue felt like it was glued to the top of her mouth.


“Whafuckhuh?” She managed, and the cloaked figure laughed.


“You never really have thought things through, have you?” They flung back their hood and long red hair spilled out and they gazed down at her with a face she’d always thought was far prettier than her own. When they spoke again, their voice was feminine and musical. “Hello, Anju.”


“C-Cremia?” Anju asked as Cremia lifted a boot-clad foot and brought it down, then everything in Anju’s world went dark.


______


Kafei’s whole body ached. After Cremia had revealed herself and knocked Anju out, she’d returned to tickling and milking him until he sank into unconsciousness like his wife. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been out, but even before opening his eyes could tell that he was somewhere different. The sounds of the swamp around him were gone, as was the rough feel of the bark of the tree he’d been tied to while Cremia tormented him.


“I know you’re awake,” a voice said. Whoever it was sounded male, but there was a whiny undercurrent in the way he talked. “Go ahead and open your eyes.”


Kafei did, and saw the thief Sakon standing over him with an agitated expression on his face. “Where is my wife?” He asked simply, staring up at the thief.


“You mean the redhead with the shoulder length hair? We’re getting that little troublemaker ready for a bit of punishment, same as you. You know, you look familiar, now that I think about it.”


“Probably because you watched me take my wedding mask back from your hideout in Ikana a couple weeks ago,” Kafei spat. He craned his head forward and saw that he seemed to be on some sort of table, his wrists and ankles tied to each corner, but he couldn’t see much of the room outside of his own naked body and Sakon’s hateful face.


“The mask in my hideout? That was you!?” Sakon leaned forward and sprawled across Kafei’s chest. “Don’t lie to me now, I saw the two children that broke into my old hideout. You do look like one of them, though. The little blue haired shit that I took the mask off to begin with. Are you his older brother?” Sakon’s hands splayed out, tapping out a random rhythm on Kafei’s chest as they crept towards his underarms. “Cremia said to wait to start working on you, but I do so hate when someone tells me a fib and I got a good look at what she was doing to you on the tree earlier.”


“What do you…” Kafei began, then groaned at he felt the first brush of the other man’s fingers creeping into his armpits. “No!”


“What’s wrong? I’m just trying to get some lint I can see in there out,” Sakon teased, scratching at the hollows. His hands were much softer than Kafei would have thought, almost feminine, and his touch was maddening. Kafei bit his lip, held his breath, and shook, but the thief’s methodical tickling pushed him closer and closer to a breaking point, especially after the savage tickling Cremia had doled out earlier. He might be full of aches, but his tired nerves were hopelessly sensitive after the abuse they’d gone through.


“Sakon! I told you not to start on him yet!” Cremia said from somewhere on the other side of the room, her tone sharp with fury.


“Looks like the boss is here. Lucky you.” Sakon’s hands left Kafei’s underarms and the latter heaved a relieved sigh, glad to be free from the tickling before his composure cracked. “Sorry about that, he was mouthing off,” Sakon said, turning towards the sound of footsteps.


“That doesn’t matter.” Cremia stopped in front of him, staring up into his pale face, and frowning. Sakon stared back a moment, then his eyes dropped to the floor. Not only did she pay well, but he knew what she had planned for the captured couple and Sakon had no desire to be on the beautiful lunatic’s bad side. She nodded, a smile creeping onto her face at his submission, and then she turned to Kafei.


“Hello, my love!” Cremia crooned, walking a slow circle around the table, her fingers brushing against Kafei randomly and making him jump. “I’m so sorry that we had to treat you so roughly, but I needed you weak and wobbly enough for us to move you here! Besides,” she paused, a finger trailing over his hip bone and dangerously close to his crotch, “I do think you enjoyed it, though.”


“Where is Anju?”


Cremia’s face soured, then she leaned in and began squeezing Kafei’s hips with both hands, wringing fresh yelps and laughter from him. “Where is Anju?” She mocked him, her fingers digging in as he laughed louder and louder. After a moment she stopped, then stepped back, her smile returning. “I finally have you to myself and the first thing you ask is about Anju? That hurts my feelings, dear. But fine, I’ll show her to you.” She glanced at Sakon and nodded.


“Right then,” he said, pushing a button on the wall near him. Kafei heard gears grinding somewhere, then a segment of the wall behind Cremia rose, revealing some sort of window though from his position laying down Kafei couldn’t tell what was on the other side. Sakon walked to the table he was tied to and reached below, turning some sort of crank, and Kafei was shocked when the table began to move, tilting forward until he was held upright and facing the revealed window.


“Like it? The moving table was my idea, naturally,” Cremia beamed, then stepped to the side so Kafei could look through the window. On the other side of the glass lay Anju, strapped to a table identical to the one Kafei found himself on. The last sight he’d had of her was of Anju injured and wild looking, trudging barefoot through a swamp, but it seemed Cremia or Sakon had cleaned her up. The mud was gone, and some sort of ointment covered the scratches on her legs. Otherwise she was just as helpless and naked as he was.


“Cremia, where did you go?! What have you done with Kafei?! Get back in here and tell me what’s going on!” She yelled loud enough that Kafei could make out her words through the window. Her table wasn’t tilted forward, though, so she likely hadn’t noticed the revealed portal and definitely couldn’t see the other side even if she had.


“By the gods, she’s making a lot of noise,” Sakon said. He moved to stand next to Cremia and crossed his arms.


“Let us go,” Kafei said, his face resolute. He’d been terrified that Anju was hurt or worse, and while he’d prefer his blushing bride be free, he was at least relieved that she was unharmed and drew strength from it.


“No, my dear Kafei, that won’t be happening any time soon. You see, I want you to break off this little tryst with Anju and come home with me,” Cremia said, stepping back in front of the window and obscuring his view of Anju.


“No.” Cremia’s face hardened at his quick answer. “Let us go.”


“Sakon, let’s go.” Cremia walked to the chamber’s door with the thief at her heel. “I hope you enjoy the show, my dear,” she called back to him, then led her thrall out and slammed the door. Kafei turned back to the window and Anju, wondering what was going to become of them.


______


Anju heard voices from somewhere nearby, as though someone in an adjacent room or hallway was speaking. She pulled at her bonds, heavy straps around her wrists and ankles that were attached to the corners if the table she’d awakened on, but she was unable to free herself and deflated, tired and sore. The cuts in her legs stung and itched, though when she craned her head she could see that someone had dabbed an ointment on them as well as washed her body, which was alarming in itself if it had been the bald man and not Cremia. She was married, after all, and the thought of someone besides Kafei handling her body or seeing her naked upset her greatly, especially another man.


It looked as though some sort of panel had opened in the wall while she was yelling, though she had no clue when it might have happened. She could make out the glass, but from where she lay strapped down that was it. Anju wondered how long she’d been there and what Cremia was really planning. She, Cremia, and Kafei had all been friends since childhood, and she had thought that the other woman had been happy about her and Kafei’s marriage, but apparently that wasn’t the case.


“Aaaaaaaanjuuuuuuu,” Cremia’s voice cooed, coming from a different direction than the revealed window, “I’m coming to geeeeeeeet yoooooouuuuu!” She heard a knob turn and the creak of a door on old hinges, then her vision filled with Cremia and Sakon’s faces as the pair stood and looked down at her.


“Cremia, please… can’t you just let us go?” She’d been brave enough to yell when she had been in the room alone, but not with her kidnappers hovering over her that courage shriveled up. “Please…”


“Cremia, please,” the other redhead mocked her, pouting. “Gods, how I can’t stand you! You’ve always been so meek and pathetic! I can’t believe Kafei chose you over me. I won’t believe it!” Cremia eyes glinted wildly as she spoke, her words so venomous that she seemed to spit them rather than say them.


“That’s what this is about? You’re upset that Kafei and I married?” She’d known they were engaged for years, ever since they were children. If it bothered her so much, then why did she stay around both of us as a friend? Was she hoping that Kafei would change his mind? “Look, Cremia…” Anju started, then Cremia hushed her with a single index finger pressed to her lips.


“Shh, that’s enough talking out of you. Sakon, blindfold her and make ready.”


“You got it, boss,” the thief said, then pulled a strip of cloth from his pocket and then looked down at Anju. “You heard her, yes? A word of advice, don’t think about fighting it. It’s already going to be bad for you, but if you make my job harder then I’ll really make you pay for it.” Anju glared at him, then gently lifted her head and allowed herself to be blindfolded. She wasn’t escaping anyway, not without help, and the darkness of the blindfold was preferable to seeing her captors.


Once her sight was taken, Anju lay and listened as Cremia and Sakon flitted around the room. Something was dragged across the floor, then there was a soft tinkle of metal. Something shattered and Sakon swore while Cremia berated him, then finally all the movement around her stopped and she could feel foreboding in the air as the two returned to the table where she was bound. She didn’t know what Cremia had planned but resolved to be strong no matter how much pain they inflicted on her.


“Now then, are you ready?” Cremia’s voice whispered into her ear.


“I…” Anju began to whimper as an unseen hand clamped onto the top of her left food and held it still while another ran its fingers down her sole. The surprise tickling caught her completely off guard and Anju let out a sudden laugh instead of words, rapid-fire and sharp sounding almost like a dog barking as the fingers probed her arch and scratched at her toes. “S-stop!”


“Why would I do that?” Anju heard Sakon ask from the direction of her feet as he continued to tease and tickle her left foot. She squirmed under his oddly soft touch, both disgusted that the thief was touching her and too helplessly ticklish to not react. His grip on her foot kept her from even the slightest reprieve of wiggling away, which made the tickling that much worse.


“Sorry, Anju, but Sakon here is being paid well for his help. On top of that, he’s got a bit of a chip on his shoulder about losing a hideout and some treasure recently. Torturing you is going to be a bit therapeutic for him. And for me.” Cremia clamped a hand over Anju’s mouth, muffling her giggles, then her other hand crept into Anju’s armpit and wiggled its fingers. Anju bucked on the table, the compounded tickling taking her by surprise, and she uttered a muted, desperate scream followed by a helpless stream of laughter as the two continued to laser focus on a single foot and underarm.


“I can’t understand a thing she’s saying,” Sakon teased, releasing his grip on her foot and repositioning himself so he could crouch at the foot of the table and tickle both of Anju”s soles. The move might have given her a bit of freedom to wiggle her feet, but the added sensation on her right foot more than made up for it. Anju cackled into Cremia’s hand, bouncing up and down on the table as her mind slowly slipped towards hysteria.


“Hey, Sakon, stop tickling her for a moment,” Cremia said as a thought occurred to her. The thief stood and stepped back, admiring the pink flush of Anju’s soles that his work had caused.


“You know, I’ve never really thought about it, but this bitch has some cute feet,” he said, stroking his chin with one hand.


“We’re not here to compliment her.” Cremia straightened as well, her hands leaving Anju’s body, while Anju, grateful for the reprieve, sucked in air and giggled weakly. Cremia stepped around her and to the window between the room where they stood and the one where Kafei was strapped to his own table and forced to watch them tickling his wife. “Oh ho, look at that!”


Sakon glanced up, peering through the glass. “By the gods, I think he might like it!”


“W-what are you two talking about?” Anju asked from the table. She heard the sound as Cremia rapped her knuckles against the glass and laughed.


“It’s your husband. He’s been watching us playing with you and, while he looks red-faced and furious, he’s also sporting the stiffest erection I think I’ve ever seen,” she explained to Anju.


“He can see this?!” Anju felt her entire body burn with embarrassment, but there was something else. Small, at first, but slowly building, she felt a wave of arousal at the thought of Kafei watching her torment at the hands of their captors.


“Oh yes, every bit of it. Sakon, back to work.” Anju’s body stiffened as the thief returned to tickling both of her feet, though now his touch was a bit rougher and the tickling harder, enough so that she pulled on her bonds until they dug into her wrists and ankles. She bit her lip, determined to hold the laughter in and wishing she could at least have the blindfold off. Sakon wasn’t a particularly good tickler, but not being able to see it coming elevated even the mediocrity. Even worse, she could hear Cremia stalking around the table and humming to herself, like a bird circling its prey and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.


“Please, l-let us g-go,” Anju said through gritted teeth, her resolve crumbling a little more with every insidious stroke on her soles. She squealed when a sudden poke drilled into her side, her body bouncing upward as it tried to reflexively escape. Then the assaulting finger was gone as Cremia returned to walking circles around her. “I’m sure the mayor and Madame Aroma would… Eeep!” Another poke cut off Anju’s words. She’d hoped bringing up Kafei’s parents and their wealth might at least sway the thief, but Cremia didn’t seem intent on letting her speak more than a word or two and she could feel her body trembling as the need to laugh from Sakon’s tickling grew, her legs twitching as she fought the sensation.


“Anju… shut up and listen. Our whole lives, you’ve been so… so… lukewarm. You apologize for everything, you break half of the things you touch and lose the other half, and you can’t even look someone in the eyes when they’re talking to you! So tell me, why would he pick you over me? Why?” Anju felt Cremia climb up onto the table and sit on her hips, the other woman’s weight pinning her and preventing her from squirming to lessen the relentless foot tickling. “Tell me.”


“C-Cremia, I don’t…,” Anju began, but then Cremia’s hands descended into both of her underarms, all sharp nails and spite, and the woman’s resolve broke. Anju howled, babbled, and laughed, the combined tickling too much for her to resist as Sakon and Cremia continued tickling her.


“If you can’t tell me, then you don’t deserve to marry Kafei! I want an answer, Anju!” Cremia shifted her weight and splayed out, sprawling over Anju’s entire body as she kept tormenting her right underarm with one hand, but her other slipped over to Anju’s breasts and began to fondle them and lightly tease her nipples with her fingernails until both stood puffy and erect. Cremia crushed her face against Anju’s neck as she tickled and fondled her, then an involuntary screech ripped through Anju’s laughter as Cremia nibbled at her neck and ear lobe. Cremia’s triple assault was so effective that Anju almost forgot the thief at her feet.


Sakon noticed that his tickling had taken a back seat so he stood and slipped across the room to a shelf full of tools and ointments, returning with a bottle of oil and a brush fashioned from tortoiseshell. He dangled them over Anju’s face.


“I’m not fond of being ignored, miss,” he said, holding the objects over her laughing face while Cremia kept up with her combination of tickling and groping. “The lady might be my employer, but that doesn’t mean I have to let her outshine me.”


“W-what are you talking about?” Anju asked through gritted teeth before another insidious nibble on her ear wrung a fresh squeal from her as she twisted her head around and scrunched her neck in an attempt to guard herself, which only earned her a moment’s respite and a throaty giggle from Cremia as the other woman simply returned to both her underarms. Her fingers deftly tormented the sensitive hollows, and within moments Anju laughed loudly and helplessly up at Sakon. Cremia, stop, please! At this rate, I’m going to cum! Anju could feel the eventual orgasm building slowly. Just the tickling already had her wet, but once Cremia started teasing her nipples and ears as well then the burning arousal came. Anju could feel it swelling up and knew that she was going to soak the table while laughing like a lunatic if they kept tickling her much longer.


“I just said that I don’t like being ignored,” Sakon said, frowning down at her, then walked around the table and returned to her feet. Anju vaguely heard the sound of a cork popping, then suddenly her feet were covered in something warm and slippery. Sakon dumped an absurd amount of oil out onto Anju’s feet, applying it to first the left and then the right and massaging it into her soles, then picked up the brush and and pressed it against her left foot, then held it there so Anju could feel the bristles on her skin. “Let’s see if you can ignore this, bitch.”


Sakon rapidly moved the brush up and down, its bristles sliding easily over Anju’s oiled sole and seemingly igniting every nerve in her foot with pure ticklish agony. She screamed, bucking against her bonds hard enough that Cremia nearly lost her balance and tumbled off her. Sakon grabbed the wiggling foot with his free hand to keep her from avoiding any of his attention and focused wholly on the ball of her foot, just below her toes, and Anju deflated into a cackling mess, the sensation too strong for her to do anything but laugh. Cremia, noticing the severe effect of the oil and brush, hopped off her and walked to the same shelf Sakon had visited, then returned with a brush of her own and taking a spot at Anju’s other foot.


“Wait, too m-much,” Anju managed to say when she felt the second brush press gently against her other sole.


“It’s like this, right?” Cremia asked Sakon as she grasped Anju’s right foot and glided the brush up and down, first slowly and then faster as the increased volume of Anju’s helpless, screaming laughter encouraged her.


“That’s it! Try finding a good spot to focus on, too.” Sakon said, motioning with a nod of his head to where he still mercilessly tickled just below Anju’s toes. Cremia nodded, then honed in on the center of the arch of the foot she tickled, switching between fast side to side motions and slower, circular swipes of the brush. Anju babbled, the unbearable sensations from both feet taking over her entire body. Her whole body ached from laughing and struggling, and the blindfold, wet with mirthful tears, clung uncomfortably to her face. Her captors seemed to have no intention of stopping, either, both enjoying her suffering far too much after discovering how effective the brushes were on her feet.


And Kafei can see all of this, she thought to herself, wondering briefly as she became more lightheaded what he thought of their predicament, then she lost consciousness. Anju had passed out for near a full minute before her ticklers realized that her struggling had stopped and her laughter had quieted.


“Well, guess we’ve got her number with these brushes,” Sakon said, standing and setting his brush on the table next to Anju’s leg. “Too bad she passed out, but I guess I could use a break myself.”


“A break? Whatever do you mean?” Cremia spun her brush in her hand and looked through the window to the other room. Kafei still glared at her, his face red and his cock stiffened from being forced to watch his wife tickled at the hands of Cremia and Sakon. “We’ve got a whole other person next door that looks in desperate need of a laugh, wouldn’t you say so?”


______


Kafei watched with growing dread as the two looked at him through the window and spoke with each other, their words too quiet to hear through the glass, then turned together and exited the room. He was glad to see them leave Anju to rest, at least, and ashamed that watching the two of them tickle torturing her had caused such a helpless physical reaction in his own body. Even now that she’d passed out several minutes before, his penis was still engorged and a burning, aching need for relief surged through him.


He heard the door to his own room click and craned his neck to the side so he could watch as Cremia walked into the chamber with Sakon following close behind.


“Did you like the show?” Cremia asked, circling around him as she spoke. “Anju is so pretty when she’s laughing, isn’t she? I can almost see how that might influence someone’s poor choices.”


“Let us go, Cremia. You can’t hope to hold us here forever. I’m the mayor’s only son, eventually the Clock Town guard will be mobilized to find us.”


“Tsk tsk, look at you fear mongering,” she said, reaching into a pocket sewn into her long dress and pulling out a wide tipped, fluffy feather. “You need to think more positively, so we’re going to help you with that.” She stood in front of him, then knelt down and admired his erection for a moment before brushing the feather gently against the engorged tip.


“W-wait, not that again!” Kafei’s mind instantly jumped to when Cremia had captured him and alternated between tickling and milking him until his body gave out.


“Sakon, stand to his side. When I give the word, start tickling. We’re going to tease him just to the point of orgasm, then tickle him away from it, then tease him back to the edge. Doesn’t that sound like fun, Kafei?” He didn’t answer, instead writhing and blushing as she slowly stroked and teased his cock and balls with the fluffy feather. When she saw it twitching, primed to fire, she dropped the feather and motioned to Sakon, who immediately dug his fingers into Kafei’s side. Since he was strapped to the table as it was perpendicular to the floor, that also left his feet hovering above the ground and Cremia’s hands sought them, her sharp nails tormenting both helpless soles.


The sudden jump from teasing to hard tickling caught him off guard, and Kafei laughed helplessly as the two tormented him, wriggling against his bonds hard enough that Cremia had to pay attention and dodge lest his swinging hips gave her a slap across the face with his penis while she tickled his feet. They tortured him for several minutes, Cremia constantly watching his crotch for any sign, and when it looked as though his cork might pop again, she stopped tickling his feet and whistled to Sakon to stop as well.


“W-what are you trying to do?” Kafei asked through heavy breaths, his whole body tingling from the torture.


“You weren’t listening when I explained it to Sakon? I’m going to keep you on edge. No cummies for Kafei until you agree to come back to the ranch with me forever. We’ll keep this up until your little soldier turns purple with backup if we have to.” She picked the feather up and gently stroked it along his shaft again, smiling at how he twitched beneath the soft touch. “I don’t think it’ll take that long, though. Your body is already screaming for relief. Why not just give in?”


“I can’t do that to Anju. You know that.”


“Hmm. I wonder…” Cremia said, trailing off. The feather still stroked and teased his genitals, but she also hooked a finger from her other hand behind his scrotum and gently tickled the sensitive patch of skin between his balls and asshole, the sudden sensation sending Kafei into a fit of almost girlish, wide-eyed laughter. Cremia glared at his dick as she teased, her own face blushing as she bit her lip, her desire nearly palpable in the air. “What would you say to a deal, Kafei?” Her answer was only more of the squealing, surprised giggles as she teased his tenderest places, so she sighed and relented, standing and staring at his bright red face while he desperately sucked in breath after breath.


“What kind of deal?” He finally asked once the words would form in his mouth.


“I am going to take you with me. That will not change. But… well, after playing with her, I find myself rather attached to Anju as well. I’ve decided that I want the set. You and her. What do you think? If you say yes, then I’ll make sure to take wonderful care of you both.” Cremia trailed a finger along his thigh as she spoke, her fingers inching closer to his crotch.


Kafei weighed his answer thoughtfully, pondering over his current helplessness, how aroused seeing Anju being tickle tortured had made him, and what might happen if he refused Cremia, then he sighed. “O-okay. I accept, and I’m sure Anju will as well once it’s explained to her.”


“Fantastic! I knew you’d see reason eventually!” Before he could answer, he felt something warm and wet envelop his twitching cock as Cremia took it in her mouth and suckled it, her head bobbing back and forth as her hands reached down and found his feet, then started tickling while she gave him head.


It was only a matter of seconds before he cackled his way to an orgasm, shooting his load as Cremia greedily worked her throat and swallowed it, still lightly tickling his feet enough that he whimpered and squirmed as she sat back, her tongue flicking out to catch a small dab of cum in the corner of her mouth.


“Good boy. You, me, and Anju, we’re going to have a lot of fun together, just you see.”


______


Cremia woke to the crowing of a cucco somewhere below her window and groaned as her eyes opened and the dazzling light of the rising sun assaulted her. Blinking, she sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.


“Mm, fuck mornings,” she mumbled. Cremia threw the blanket off herself and staggered to her feet, clad only in a short nightgown that came to an abrupt end at the top of her thighs. There was plenty to do in the mornings on the ranch, but there was something that she needed first. She stepped lightly, almost skipping, to a chair in the middle of the floor and sat down, quietly relishing the cool wood against her warm flesh and the gooseflesh that popped up over her body.


“Kitten, are you there?” Cremia asked and then waited a moment. “Kitten?” She called again, then smiled as she heard the light thumping of someone crossing the floor on all fours as Anju, wearing nothing but a headband with plush cat ears and a leather collar with a tag dangling from it, crawled out of the shadows where she’d been curled up asleep.


“Yes, Miss Cremia?” Anju asked, her voice a whisper and her eyes watery. The tag dangling from her collar caught the light and Cremia read the words she’d carved into them herself - Tickle Kitten.


“Last I checked, kittens can’t talk, you naughty thing. Now, finish waking me up.” Cremia spread her legs on the chair and slid the hem of her nightgown up a couple of inches to expose her pussy. “Come on, lick like the good kitten you are.”


After a moment of hesitation, Anju crawled across the floor, sat on her knees, and crushed her face into Cremia’s crotch, drinking in her scent as her tongue flicked and teased at her vulva before gently pushing her tongue through and resting it against Cremia’s clit, which sent a shiver of pleasure through the redhead’s body. Encouraged, Anju pressed her face between Cremia’s thighs, lapping at her womanhood.


“You’re getting better, Kitten,” Cremia said with a contented sigh, “but it always feels best when you’re laughing. Pup, you’re there too, right? You know what to do.”


Something else shuffled in the shadows, then Kafei crawled from the same dark corner Anju had been in. A hairband similar to Anju’s adorned his head, though this one had floppy dog ears, and he also wore a collar with a dangling name tag. His proudly proclaimed him Cummie Puppy, though Cremia usually just called him Pup for brevity. Lastly, differing from Anju, he also had a metal cage fastened over his penis to keep him from reaching a full erection unless Cremia herself decided to remove it.


“Bow wow,” he said, his face turning bright red at how silly his own voice sounded, then he propped himself up on one arm and lowered his face to where Anju’s soles faced upward from her position of sitting on her knees and began to greedily lick at them, his tongue exploring every wrinkle that formed as her feet flexed. His other hand darted around, tickling the backs of her thighs and teasing fingers around her ticklish butt cheeks.


Anju’s reaction was immediate. She squirmed, struggling to stay seated on her knees, and giggled helplessly. When she couldn’t take anymore and tried to pull back, Cremia clamped both of her thighs tight against her head.


“No, Kitten, I haven’t cum yet. You don’t want to get punished again, do you?”


Anju looked up at her and shook her head as best she could, but then Kafei managed to wiggle his tongue in between a couple of her toes and she snorted, then wriggled as helpless laughter, muffled by the clamped thighs, followed hot on its heels.


“Uh oh, better hurry or you’ll be laughing too hard to get me off and then you’ll definitely get punished.” Anju renewed her frantic suckling and lapping at Cremia’s pussy, desperate to tease an orgasm out of her before the tickling completely overtook her. Maybe mornings aren’t as bad as I thought, Cremia thought happily to herself as she came, her juices flowing down a giggling Anju’s chin.