Lake Superior
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Lif yawned carefully so as not to move his chest that much. He looked down beneath the downy blankets and saw the two little trolls that had driven him to exhaustion last night now slept peacefully. Despite their wicked expressions from before when they'd used tool after tool upon his stomach muscles that they now slept peacefully on. He teased a finger through Shareena's hair and smiled at how she weakly batter at his hand. It still didn't feel real to have her, the sister he'd lost, back now. The other blue-haired little version of himself seemed so innocent as well. Being here with the two of them after so long fighting like a rabid dog against them under Hel's command. Now even though someone still held not only his leash but also now Hel's at least they had a sense of humor. Hence why after he attempted to escape this perverted castle he'd been dragged back in the night by his "wife" and left to be the toy of his younger self and lost sister.
Alfonse let out a small yawn and Lif couldn't help but smile at the sight. Even though the twenty-year-old young man had been smiling wickedly last night as he twirled that black feather deep in Lif's crystalline navel. He'd enjoyed the way the brooding general's shining skin had danced under his neatly trimmed fingernails. Lif could see that evil feather clutched in his hand as he dreamed on his abs right now. He was stronger than both by a large merit. The pair of them could do nothing to him that he could not stop with enough effort. Still, he couldn't even bring himself to wake them right now let alone move them.
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Shareena yawned and stroked a finger down Lif's crystalline side that made the general start. He tried to keep still but even sleeping the blonde princess had that finger gaining up speed as it went up and down the future version of her brother's side. The broody swordsman twisted under her and his eyes bulged as he saw Alfonse's eyes start to flutter. The little dastard of a prince instead pulled Lif's like a pillow and fluffed it before resting his head on it and sighing. The fluff alone had Lif jamming a fist into his mouth but now the feeling of his younger selves' hair on his abused tiddy had him shaking.
Raising his arm was a mistake as the predatory Shareena's finger zipped right up into the still warm hollow to play in the blue hairs. The dead lord sputtered at that before letting out a breathy "Ahahaha stahap," that he immediately regretted. Both siblings of Askr's eyes opened and locked on the tall swordsman with a devilish glint.
"Hello Lif," they said together in a sing-songy tone that could and did make the dead's skin crawl. Lif knew that the sweetness the two had in their voice belied evil. Shareena walked a pair of fingers gingerly down his bright blue abdominals to his navel before dipping them inside it.
"Gooood morning, Big Brother," she said with a wicked smile as she twisted the finger in his button. Alfonse clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes at his sister's childishness but nonetheless fluffed up Lif's pectoral like a comfortable pillow as he nestled himself in it. "Shareena he's not your brother. I am! If we were related this would all be quite strange,"
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The questions about how alternate timelines applied to their relationship was one constant in his time as the "siblings" roommate. The other was their fascination with his strange chest. Upon being resurrected by Hel he was only part of a man. The great wound he'd taken to his stomach had been replaced with a translucent crystal that glowed a faint blue. Despite it's inhuman appearence it felt to him no different then any other part of his body. The same fate had been visited on his lower jaw but his two younger "siblings" enjoyed his chest far more.
Since being given to the brainwashed prince and princess it wasn't uncommon for Lif to wake and find the two simply staring at his crystalline stomach while gauging its reactions through pokes, nibbles, and pinches. Some days Lif would just let them do it for hours while he pretended to sleep peacefully. As tenacious as the Askr's were he would be more than happy to spend the day with the two of them simply being their test subject. Eventually, though some resident of the castle would barge in and take him and one or both of them in tow to some strange new activity in this ever-shifting fortress whose halls rang with pleading laughter.
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Even now Lif could hear someone knocking politely at the door to gain the Askr sibling's attention but he hadn't the breath in his lungs to call attention to it due to the way Alfonse was currently flicking his future selves nipple back and forth. Lif let out a low whine as the door opened that only brought a smile to Hel's face as she swept into the room. She looked down upon the writhing trio proudly before setting to improving them. She took Alfonse and Shareena by their ankles and after giving both a quick scratching along with their adorable pink blushes on the prince's handsome little peds and the princess's bubbly boat, she set to work. Positioning the two sets of Askran Royal stompers down by Lif's crotch.
Lif shook his head as a bony hand traced the outline of his cock straining against his boxers. Hel teased the fly of the undergarments just enough to allow it to spring free. She blew a breath of air as cold the grave on the proud organ as she took the blushing soles of Alfy and Reena to guide them down to Lif's cold penis. They were hesitant at first but they quickly enjoyed pressing the icy rod against their warm soles and judging by the soft moans that her former general was letting out Hel guessed that he was having just as much fun. She knelt down behind him and creeped her fingers along his shining chest until she'd gotten her bony digits behind Alfonse and Shareena's ears. She teased the sensitive skin there to make the royal's squirm atop Lif's chest and rub their feet along his trapped penis. While doing so she placed her lips to the crown of Lif's blue-haired head and nibbled at the skin there.
The swordsman shook right along with the giggling royals but denied the bony witch the pleasure of his giggles intentionally and not just because they were drowned out by the footjob he was receiving from his roommates. Hel smiled happily at the sight of the trio. She'd planned to take Alfonse and Lif along to try a new game devised by her "daughter" Eir that she'd dubbed "Footsie Boxing". This was quite the pleasant sight instead for the moment. She was sure that Eir could amuse herself in the meantime with Xander and Leo while mother dearest enjoyed an old friend.
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She enjoyed the way that the younger royals moaned the loudest just from having their ears tickled lightly while Lif bit at his lip to hld it in. Ever since she'd first fished the half-dead Alfonse from beneath the rubble of his castle and molded him into a general for her own aims, Hel had been obsessed with the small streak of rebellion she'd never quite been able to extinguish. No matter how many games of " This Little Tombstone" she'd played with his toes, how many times she'd had skeletal hands hold him down while she rubbed her cold and clammy feet along his face, after all the times she'd simply made Lif place his size 10 feet in her lap for her to toy with.
Not once had she been able to put out that little spark of defiance that smoldered in his eye. Hel chuckled as she looked at the Prince and Princess mewling on his chest. They'd had that once but Surtr had stomped it out eventually. Now the pair were squeaky little toys that nodded politely at whatever they were told and cheered at the prospect of being tickled until they were panting, breathy and pink messes. Lif was almooooost there and that's why she paid special attention to him now. Well, whenever she could find time away from her other pets. Those possessed boys did warrant so much of her time. It was her responsibility to keep their hosts entertained when they couldn't be there. However, Lyon, Julius, and Corrin were happily "caroling" along with Grima while their stronger halves had set out to make an alliance with the new king of Nidvalleir.
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So lost in her own thoughts was the queen of Hel that she hadn't noticed Shareena roll from beneath her and reposition her scratchy fingers to tickle the tomboyish princesses eagerly proffered armpit. Such a good girl, Hel thought to herself. She'd drop that squeaky little princess off at the dungeon. She was needed down there to help coax along more information from Commander Anna and the fairies tasked with keeping the dungeon ringing with laughter were quite fond of the princess.
Hel snapped her fingers and a dark cloud formed into the shape of a small bed. Hel waved and Shareena rolled over onto it with a squeal of surprise as a pair of skeletal hands emerged from each end. They clasped her wrists and pulled them behind her head while the other folded her legs and then clasped her ankles together. It resulted in the sunny princess being trapped in a square shape with her big feet poking up at each end and her toned pits exposed to the world. Hel waved her finger and the bed floated off and out the door down towards the dungeon to propel Reena on another ticklish adventure. The bound blonde didn't even make it down the hallway before they could all hear her laughing her head off.
"Hello, Lady LokiEEEHEE YAHAHAAY! TIHIHITTIE TIHIHCKLES" she howled as she was carried away, her voice growing fainter and fainter.
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Hel sat upon the bed and pulled Alfonse up until she had both him and Lif in her bony lap. She began running a cold finger up both men's chests. Lif bit his lip at both the sensation of that and how Alfonse immediately began nuzzling his face under Lif's pectoral again while mewling. Hel smiled at her blue-haired boy toys getting along so well. She summoned up a set of ghostly skulls that floated down towards the foot of the bed. She oulled Alfy and Lif close to kiss the tops of their heads while ghastly tongues emerged from the specters and began lovingly worshipping the pair's Askran soles. The two's size 10's were caressed by tongues as cold as the grave while Hel held them both tight. She took both by the chins and turned them to face her so that she could savor their lewd expressions.
Lif tried to resist with all his might. He'd given himself to the tickles once and had spent a solid while debased and giggling for it. Finaly one day he'd opened his eyes to the fact that cold mud and howling for footplay was not something he'd wanted and tried to flee. It had taken several attempts and multiple times being dragged back by the Rusalka to her harem of tickle-crazed hubbies but he'd finally escaped. That had been short-lived, however. While trying to make his way back he'd run afoul of a certain green cavalier who'd been eager to please. Lif had a long ride back to the castle with Roderick.
The cavalier had tied him tight in front of him on the saddle and sat him in a way that had the swordsmen's long legs crossed behind him so that his delectable soles were upturned to the sky. Roderick had played them like a keyboard on their merry journey back to the castle. The forest green horsemen had even showed off his flexibility by slipping his out of his stirrups and giving Lif an around the waist footjob as they'd ridden. Once they'd arrived Lif was a sweaty mess and Rody's tors were a sticky sight and a half. Lif had been ushered off to a reunion with the Rusalka while Roderick had been rewarded by Hubert with quite the magical good time.
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Those memories were fresh in his mind as he bit his cold lip and tried to resist giving Hel what she wanted which was his laughing with wild abandon. He tried to turn away but a bony finger guided his chin to turn back and look his former master in predatory yellow eyes just as another ghostly tongue got between his toes.
"Mmm, my brave knight. Show your mistress your smiling face like little Alfonse does. I want to see if you stil have those dimples he does and have been hiding them from me."
At that, a blush crept upon the tall swordsmen's cheeks and indeed those very dimples heated up as well. His eyes bulged as he was saw that snake-like tongue of Hel's protrude out and clearly mean to taste his hot face. She was inches away when the door to the Askr's room was thrown open and an upset Eir stormed in.
"Mother, I have been waiting for quite a while. The boys can only amuse me for so long. Are you planning to keep these two all to yourself?"
Hel and her summons stopped before turning to her "daughter" who'd she had to accept as an ally under Lyon's rule. The girl had been waiting with Leo and Xander patiently for quite a while for Hel to bring the other two servants that they could play their newly devised game.
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Like a viper, her hand shot out. She had Eir by the wrist and had pulled her into the bed in seconds. The svelte goddess tried to wriggle free but Hel had her in her lap quickly and had pulled down her dress to expose her porcelain breasts. Her bony fingers began tracing along the pegasus knights chest while she kicked and wriggled. Her normally calm demeanor gone as Hel reduced her to a red-faced child. Alfonse and Lif watched in wonder and didn't see the ghostly hands coming up behind them because of it. They took the two by the shoulders and pulled them back upon the bed. The hands then pinned Lif down to the bed roughly while stroking and petting a giggling Alfonse in contrast. More ghostly apparitions appeared and undid the zippers upon the princesses boots before fading away. Lif was confused by this tactic for a moment before he saw them begin to slip ever more gradually down the woman's legs due to her childish kicking.
It seemed Hel intended to have her deboot herself and in such practiced fashion that Lif surmised she'd used these tactics before. The first one to come off was on Alfonse's side and he pounced on the stockinged foot.
"Yaaaaay! Feetsies" he cheered as he pounced on the black-clad size 6's. He quickly began nibbling at the soles while Eir shrieked and tried to remember the tightly wound young man from Askr and why he looked like this goofy tickle demon. The other boot sailed over Lif's head and the hands presses the socked foot to his face. Two skeletal finger began tickling behind his ears and making it clear what would get him peace. Still, he attempted to resist though which only made Hel cluck her tongue.
Lif jumped as her massive sole was pressed on the head of his cock. Alfonse looked over with wide eyes and quickly wriggled himself into a similar position and began whining "Me too! Me too!" His wish was granted and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His neglect of Eir's foot though led to his ears getting the same tickles Lif had. Soon both crumbled and were eagerly nibbling on Eir's ghostly sixes making the princess howl and beg while they both painted Hel's ghostly soles.
When Eir slumped forward letting out breathy apologies to Hel it earned a chuckle from her. The former mistress of death took a strand of Eir's hair that had slipped free and used it to tease her ear while graciously accepting her apology.
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She clapped her hands and the door opened again. Two great undead armor knights marched in and pulled Eir and Lif as well as Hel herself and Alfonse into their arms. They pulled them into a princess carry with Eir atop the larger Lif pressed chest to chest and a similar situation with Alfonse laying atop Hel quite contentedly. Eir smirked at Lif quite confidently as she began tracing her fingers along his own crystalline breasts.
"Payback, glowstick" she whispered while Alfonse curled between Hel's breasts and did everything but purr to debase himself. The knights carried them from the room and down the hall towards wherever they'd been meant to go originally. Lif did his best to try and block out Eir's promises of revenge and the ignominy of it all. They marched past quite the sight, a green-haired Hero that Lif recognized as Sothe holding up a large bowl of some kind of liquid over his head. He was trembling as his fellow brainwashed captive Micaiah stroked fingers in his exposed pits and along his exposed stomach as well.
"Ooooh, better keep it steady Sothe! That liquid in there was a gift from Doctor L'Arachel! If you get it on you then it'll realllly itch. You'd better hold it stiiiiill" she chided as she ran her fingers in his smooth pits. The green-haired rouge turned side to side and Lif noted his knee's shaking. Surely he ached to lash out and try to kick Micaiah off of him but he knew that exposing a sole was a good way to make things much worse.
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Lif sighed at the sight and rolled his eyes which caught Hel's attention. With a wave of the mistresses finger the liquid boiled up from the bowl on Sothe's head and splashed down on not just on his bare feet but Micaiah's as well. The Silver-Haired Maiden shrunk to her knees and began scratching at her severely itchy bare soles. Sothe dropped the bowl and it splashed over the pair of them causing them to howl in itchy agony. Hel chuckled as the two began scratching all over each other trying to relieve the sensations as her knights continued on down the hallway towards an ominous chamber.
Upon opening the door the first thing Lif noticed was the pair of crates containing a two trapped blonde men. He recognized them quickly as Xander and Leo of Nohr. The two tried their best to look dignified but it was rather hard to do so when jammed in a crate with only your head protruding from the top and your feet sticking out the front. The two tried to pull at their bonds when the ladies entered the room but Hel summoned forth ghostly hands to begin caressing and massaging the brother's feet. Leo quickly melted at the touch but Xander held on until they began working the proud stems of his toes. The two's cheeks heated up quickly and they quickly lolled back in their bondage. Lif wondered how often someone had looked at him in his time of tickle servitude and felt the same kind of pitying fishust he felt for those two he did right now.
"Alright boys, we're so sorry to have kept you waiting but it's almost game time!"
Hel and Eir climbed down from the armored knights arms while the two clanking warriors set to securing Alfonse and Lif in a matching set of crates set in front of the two blondes. Alfonse cooperated perfectly and was rewarded with a light little toe twiddling from the knight that had him giggling appreciatively. Lif however fought like a wet cat against that fate. He was just thrashy-y enough to keep the one from securing but when the other added aid by giving Lif's juicy pecs a squeeze he broke down into chortles that left him helpless as they sat him in the box and secured it.
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The sound of the latch closing on the box caused Lif's heart to sink as he was trapped inside the case. He looked over at Alfonse and saw the young man wiggle his toes in a cheeky greeting. He looked over and saw Hel's armor knights pushing the containers with Xander and Leo closer. Soon his own size 10's were close enough to Leo's bare feet that he could feel the warmth coming off the blushing soles. Eir leaned in and grasped his feet to move their cold toes into Leo's soles and make the prince yelp.
In contrast Xander needed no egging as his own powerful toes were now scrabbling along a giggly Alfonse's feetsies. The younger one giggled and snorted as he squirmed in his box. Lif wondered if the insides of all the boxes were the same as his. His hands were pressed against the cramped space and he was forced to sit upon a small seat that cradled his cock and balls. The idea of Leo in a similar situation could only help Lif block out the pleasant sensation of the blonde tomato boy's pudgy feet on his toes for so long. Hel had always taken care of her favorite little tickle hubbie exquisitely well right down to frequent pedicures and exfoliating massages on his lovely shy feet. Thanks to this Leo's feet felt heavenly as Lif was forced to footsie them while the captured mage sputtered.
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"Now the rules of this game are simple boys. You are all trapped here with only your handsome feet to use as weapons. It's up to you to force your opponent to submit or to see how long you can take it. Just know that we don't plan to let you boys out until you win."
Lif swallowed at the news. So this was the humiliation for the day? Alfonse was still tittering away happily as Xander hadn't let up on running his toes along with the balls of the young lord's feet through the whole explanation. The blonde tips of the lad's hair were stuck to his forehead with sweat as he helplessly thrashed about in his box. Lif was so distracted by the sight that Leo was able to turn the tables on him. The younger of the brothers was able to get his plump toes down and began dancing them along Lif's heels. The tall swordsman let out a rather undignified "SNRRK" before trying to pull them away, Leo wouldn't let his prey go and chased with vigor. The deck had been stacked against Lif as footsies was one of Hel's favorite games and as such her darling Leo was quite well versed in it.
When they played it was for high stakes as the loser would usually end up the winner's decadent treat. Leo had spent many a night giggling into a pillow while Hel snacked upon his adorable little "Bon-Bon Toes" as she liked to call them. Once or twice he had won and spent the night worshipping his undead queen's massive regal feet until sleep had taken him. Hel needed no such thing so she would sit until the wee hours simply stroking him and giving him happy dreams of a tickle hubby.
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Now as those cute little candies danced along Lif's squirming feet, there was a look of detirmination. After he defeated not just Lif but also Alfonse and his brother Xander he would offer them all up to his darling Hel. He eagerly await being in their comfortable bed with the other three tucked in beside him and her bony fingers exploring all five of them (Forrest would come too. The boy loved quality time with his father) it would be a grand time. Lif had no intentions of going down easily and simply gritted his teeth and took all of Leo's frantic toe wiggling. He had a plan and he could see that Leo was already getting red and breathing hard.
Lif pounced like a cat, suddenly his feet were pushing Leo's back and scratching right beneath those sweet little candy toes while the Princeling shook. Leo continually tried to get air and make a counter-attack but found the belly laughter spilling out of him was keeping him permanently redfaced and off-balance. Lif smirked as he finally pinned Leo's toes back and was free to begin wiggling his own toes along the Nohrian's stems. Leo howled and thrashed in his box before finally choking out a gasping surrender. Lif sagged in relief inside his own box as Hel came to collect the sweaty loser. He looked over and saw the other battle going a predictable way.
Xander had over powered Alfonse's small feet and pinned both back with just one of his. He now used the free one to trace a toe down Alfy's helpless pink soles while the lord tittered away and got redder. He began snorting like a piglet as Xander added a little babytalk to the point that even Lif was embarassed. Alfonse was snickering, snorting and wiggling up a storm but to his credit the lord held on. It wasn't until Eir stepped in and gave his ear a nibble that Alfonse broke down and surrendered. She left Alfonse in his crate for a bit as she turned Lif and Xander's boxes to face each other. She knelt down and kissed both men's big toes for luck before letting them go to town in the final round.
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Xander quickly tried to pin back Lif's cold toes just as he had Alfonse's but was undone by a few quick jabs from Lif. He'd intended to have Xandaddy just as out of breath as had done to Leo but found that the Crown Prince was a cut above the second one. Xander weathered Lif's quick pokes with chortles of his own while waiting for an opening. He finally got one when Lif got ahead of himself and tried for a quick tickle along the paladin's long toes. Lif let a cute little wail escape as Xander caught one of his feet before it could escape and neatly trapped it between his own. He was soon gently stroking his toes right beneath Lif's littlest baby toe on his his right foot in a way that had the swordsman breath hitching in his crystalline chest.
He tried to pull away but found himself no match for the knight's muscled calves. He tried to deliver a few pokes with his free tootsie to Xander's exposed sole that was acting as a shield for the other but found that he simply couldn't keep his mind clear enough to plan any kind of attack on the paladin. He tried to keep his wits about him but found the sensation of anything but the feeling of Xander stroking his toes and cooing slipping further and further away.
"NOOOHOO! EHEHEEE LEEHEAVE MAHAH TOOHOOTSIES ALLOOOHONE" he heard an embarassed and squealing voice cry. He looked to see a red-cheeked Leo howling into a tomato that had been stuffed between his lips while his darling "wife" took her time simply inserting her skeletal finger into his narrow navel and removing it over and over. She loved the way that the small chub that he'd developed sucked at the narrow digit eagerly when she removed it. Leo's chest was dusted with black lipstick marks all over from Hel giving her poor tickle toy consolation kisses. Still though the gag meant that it couldn't be his voice.
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"NOHOOO GAHAHA TIHIHICKLESS SOHO MUHUHUHCCH! MEHRHECY PLEEEHEEASSE!"
He turned to see Alfonse spread out before Eir. His younger selves muscled armpits were being stroked and traced by the valkyrie of death while she cooed and praised him for being such a good tickle boy. Despite how his fist had balled up the sheets to try and hold his snickers in, the lord of Askr's soft lips were curled up in a smile. He tossed his head side to side as Eir whispered in his ear and teased him about those musical little giggles slipping out while she played with the hairs in his pitties
"Let them out cuuuutie. You know you just wanna giggle your little pretty head off. Oooh it must be horrible to not be able to squeak when I give your nose a kiss like thiiiis."
Alfonse did break down into squeaky giggles when she followed through on that threat so maybe it was him who...
"GAAHAHA MAHAHAKE IT STAAHAHAP! YOHOHU WIHIHIN XAAHAHANDER FIHINE JUHUHUST STAHAHAP! MEHEHEERCY!"
Lif's eyebrows raised as he looked down at his own feet which Xander had kept in his deathlock the whole time. It had been him mewling for mercy? Tears streaked the swordsmen's cheeks as he finally realized the ticklish sensations he'd been holding back the whole time were unbearable. He howled as Xander kept him there for a few more loving strokes while Eir stroked the blonde's head and congratulated him.
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A squad of bony fingers crept up along Lif's face to cover his eyes as Hel whispered in his ear.
"Oh, Lif. I'm so disappointed in you. We'll have to clean you up quickly for another round."
Lif's eyes bulged as she let him see once more and he took in the sight. His crate was surrounded by dozens of those same ghostly tongued skulls from earlier. Those black tongues lolled out and dripped with slime as they pressed closer and closer to him by the second. Hel's fingers skittered along to the opening mechanism of Lif's crate that was now his only line of defense.
"No! My lady please! Mercy I beg you! I will do better" he keened as she opened the latch.
"Oh of course you will my pet. We're going to do this over and over until you do. Xander's earned himself a bit of freedom now. Eir? Let him go to the baths. Who do you have lined up as our next contestant?"
The skulls piled in to begin sucking, nibbling and blowing Lif's dirty and sweaty body to a pink and clean state while Eir released Xander. She bore him to the door with her magical strength before handing him over to one of the armor knights in exchange for another person wearing servants rags. Had Lif's eyes not been screwed as he howled from the feeling of the three ghostly tongues licking his sweaty cock up and down just the same as Alfonse and Leo are, he could have recognized the blonde knight moaning in his sleep as Eldigan. He probably could have said something to try to assuage the Nordion ruler's rage at him for having captured him in the first place. He was much to occupied with the ghostly skulls nibbling on his tits to notice the look of smoldering rage from the paladin.
When the next round of Footsie Boxing began Lif was taken completely by surprise and despite a valiant effort to hold on was soon pinned and stroked until he submitted again. He had a long day in the tournament before finally winnng a hard-fought victory over the buttery footed Lewyn and earning some rest. He reclined back in the bed and snuggled up to the lipstick covered Shareena and the tired Alfonse who'd been released much earlier then him for a much-needed rest.
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Lif's eyes shot open as he realized something was quite wrong. He tried to call out to his "siblings" but found a silken gag secured tightly over his mouth. Lif struggled and found his arms securely bound to his sides as well in some kind of mummification. He looked down and saw the familiar green ribbons before sighing. Someone had brought Thrasir to bear. He looked over to see Alfonse and Shareena in similar peril but nowhere near as flustered. The Omnicidal Witch in question sat upon the Askran's backs and traced her nails along their upturned soles as they "MMMMPH"ed and " HNNGGHH"ed to the feeling of her nails dancing along their soles. She was particularly delighting in teasing between the bunched toes of the pair.
A weight suddenky sat itself on Lif's back. He struggled beneath it until a sugary sweet voice he recognized all too well decided to reassure him.
"Such good children those two. Why can't you be more like that my dear Lif?"
Loki's nails took a lock of Lif's dark blue hair played it between them while he mumbled threats into his gag.
"Mmm khmmphll ymmphu"
"Oh? Now whatever could my handsome cadaver be trying to say? Perhaps he wishes for me to begin the examination?"
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Loki snapped her fingers and the sensations began. To Lif, it felt as if coarse hands were running themselves all over his bound body. He hadn't noticed until now that his captor had taken the liberty of stripping him naked before entombing him in these silken ribbons. Now the phantom hands ran along his stomach as if testing the muscles. They squeezed the pert cheeks of Lif's cold ass cheeks and rubbed them back and forth as if attempting to warm them up. He tried to thrash at the feeling of one finger stroking and evaluating his adam's apple. It made his breath hitch and his whole body shudder beneath Loki in a way that she found quite pleasurable according to her moans.
"Ahhh you servants are so delightful. My goodness is the power we get from your laughter intoxicating. Why thanks to lovely queen Freyja and her little helpers this kingdom grows stronger every night. Poor little Alfonse and Shareena. Did they ever think it would get so bad that their precious heroes would be squeezed and poked every night in their own nightmares to feed us? No matter where they hide. Every night they come here to scream and beg. They'll tell us where they all are eventually and we'll come to collect them and make the waking world match their dreaming ones. Why we just need to find those two rebellious Ljoalfheimr who've taken up with them to make it so they'll never have a restful sleep again!"
She teased Alfonse with this information but the blonde tipped Princeling simply wiggled his toes and begged into his gag for Thrasir to go faster. Shareena was shrieking bloody murder into her gag as her own great sized feet were poked and prodded as well. If Loki's monologue had been for Lif's benefit then he longed to tell her that it was wasted breath. He'd known the Order of Heroes was doomed for a long time. Despite his breif daliance with the good guys he was still from the future where they'd fallen. Granted not quite this way.
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Beneath his bindings another of the hands squeezed Lif's navel unti it puckered the little divot. The sensation of a finger stroking it then had the swordsman quaking as that small bit of nerves were forced up to be examined as well. Loki rested her feet upon Lif's own upturned soles and began humming a merry tune as he squirmed and struggled. She closed her eyes and in her mind directed the phabtom fingers to begin wiggling fingers in that sensitive strip of flesh right beneath the handsome corpse's rear-end, right where it joined the thigh. The swordsman thrashed beneath her and earned himself a contented sigh from the evil tactician atop him. She waved a finger back and forth in the air and two matched her pace right along the tips of Lif's pert nipples. She moved to pinch the air and Lif gasped as that move was also mirrored.
"My, my haven't you three been busy. You know your quite in demand around here? Why after Lady Hel monopolized you so yesterday and how Surtr has you for the day tommorow it was all I could do to get some time with my darling bone-bag."
Lif grit his teeth as beneath his gag a gentle finger traced àalong the underside of his nose. Despite himself, he found his lips curling into a smile under the clothen gag and it certainly didn't help how the magic digits were now tracing his dimples to help track the growth of the expression. He began to snort embarrassingly and that made him buck more beneath the reclinining Loki. She frowned as all this wormy buisness from the ticklish wormfood beneath her was preventing her from truly enjoying the book she attempting to read.
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With a whistle, she had Thrasir looking up from painting the sibling's helpless soles with black lipstick marks. She waved a finger and soon the witch was crawling along the bed to come help. She conjured up a strand of her signature green ribbon and began worming it in between each of Lif's long and ticklish toes. She sat there with a wicked grin simply awaiting her orders from Loki who had rested a firm hand atop the crown of Lif's head to make sure he understood. Lif nodded eagerly to reassure her that wormy, squirmy time was over even as a pair of magical hands began lightly fluffing his collarbone beneath his bindings.
He was trembling at the sensation of one particularly feminine hand who was taking great delight in counting each of his crystalline abs by picking each delicious little morsel of muscle and giving it a wiggle. Lif was sputtering under his gag and trying his best to stay still under the threat of a flossing he'd never forget. He'd felt those damn ribbons of Thrasir's before and knew that she could use her magic to change them at will. Right now they felt as if fluffy carpeting had been wound between his toes. He could feel Thrasir's breath on his feet as he tried to stay stock still beneath Loki as he'd been ordered. The feeling of a wicked finger teasing inside his ear however made him yipe and that just earned him more ghostly fingers beneath his gag teasing along his chin and down his neck to follow every movement he made simply to breathe.
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"Somebodies a bit wiggly down there. Is this you saying you want your poor toesies flossed my ticklish little Lif? My your almost as precocious as Alfonse!"
Loki continued to scratch along inside the resurrected swordsman's ear and enjoyed how she could feel him trembling as he tried to obey his orders. She yawned theatrically and used ger big barefoot to poke Thrasir in the cheek. The girl was a bit too focused and it was making her Liffles a bit too rigid. She did want him too lose after all. She reached down and gave that cold dead rump roast of his a squeeze. That pretty back of his arched nicely beneath her and she wondered if that was enough to call an end to this game yet? The poor man would have a bright and early call tomorrow with Surtr and lascivious one-eyed pet of his. She should probably let him get a bit of rest but if she didn't what's the worst that could happen? Not like he was gonna die after all she snickered to herself.
She rolled over and set her great breasts right upon his back. She loved this trick with little Alfonse and it always flushed him right up adorably. Shame that this older version of him was a bit more composed really. Though she supposed it's not he could get more flushed really as she plunged her tongue into that same ear she'd been teasing. Lif went wild with bucking and thrashing at the slimy organ sampling his ear and blowing hot breath down it. He was wiggling so much that she didn't even need to signal for Thrasir to begin the flossing. The future witch began pulling those delicious ribbons on her own signal. That saved Loki some time but she'd still put her down in the dungeons for a bit with Anna and Fjorm. Can't let the help get too independent.
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Lif shook his frantically as Lokis fingers skittered up his chest to get into his armpits. He howled into his gag and nonsensically begged for mercy but earned only a contented purr from the wicked strategist as she began chewing on his earlobe while sliding her fingers up and down his arms while he shook beneath her.
"Ooooh, my bucking bronco doesn't like having his toesies flossed? Then why's he so wiggly and giggly? All you need to do is sit still and we can stop! Probably for the best as you don't want to wake up your sibling's stud."
Despite Lif's absolute torture, Alfonse and Shareena had indeed both drifted off to a peaceful sleep once more. The two had curled up onto each other despite being bound and gagged were now dreaming peacefully while occasionally flexing their lipstick painted footsies. Loki began to lick the back of Lif's neck while Thrasir was flossing his poor tootsies so hard that they were bending up to face her. They would have kept going for hours were it not for a few beams of sunlight finally coming through the window to let Loki know that she'd officially while away all of the night as the morning had come. She stood up off of the sweaty and panting Lif to beckon Thrasir to follow her. Surtr would be by any minute and she had a more pressing appointment. She paused and cast a spell to bring Alfonse along with her. The bluenette never even woke as he floated out from under his younger sister and right out the door behind the dangerous tickle fiends.
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Lif's bond dissipated as Thrasir left but he still just didn't have the energy to move at all. His eye's were fluttering closed just as the door was thrown open and a large man stormed in. He drifted off to sleep all the same as he was seized by rough hands and thrown over a muscular shoulder. He just wanted to sleep and wished Shareena would quiet down, She was making such a racket...
When he awoke she was no quieter for the time. Chained with her wrists above her head, sitting on her rear she was helpless as hands squeezed and scratched at her breasts and up into her armpits. The one who sat on the throne before her was merciless. He leaned forward and relished the way princess jingled the chains above her head as she pulled at her bondage. Lif realized suddenly that he was sat upon the vandal's lap and tried to move. All the swordsman could do was kick his legs as he finally noticed the bindings on him. A wooden board was locked around his waist with small holes on each side that kept his wrists trapped there as well. Using all his strength just managed to rattle the solid iron lock on the side and get the man who's lap he sat upon's attention.
"Well now sleeping beauties finally awake? 'Bout time, your little sister here was about due a break. C'mere and let's count this abs."
Lif shook side to side as rough fingers began exploring the translucent crystal that made up his "abs" while his torturer counted along. He was quite surprised as he'd expected King Surtr to be his tormentor but instead found Helbindi here as the one with him sat upon his lap. He attempted to twist away but found that Helbindi simply slipped a finger into his navel to pull him back while he chuckled.
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"Uh-uh. Your staying right here. King Surtr got a bit too distracted with his one-eyed weasel of a pet and he's learning the hard way what happens to those who aren't aware around here."
Lif noticed now the pair of tanned cocks sticking up from two bound forms that Shareena sat atop. One with orange pubic and the other silver. Both at attention and between the princess's smooth thighs as she kept them both firmly clenched between her legs. It took Lif but a moment to realize that the two lumpy objects Shareena was sat atop must be the missing Surtr and his pet Niles. Lif tried to look away from the dribbling tips of two tanned cocks but again found Helbindi leading him with a surreptitious thumb in his navel. The swordsmen's teeth were clenched at the feeling but the way that the bruiser was also gently running his rough fingers along his abs while thumbing his divot had his eyes rolling back into his head.
The swordsman shook from side to side as the feeling of those rough fingers skating along his abs had him splitting his head with a manic smile. Helbindi leaned in and began teasing the man while taking nibbles at his long and glowing neck.
"Mmmm so is this why you came back? *nip* You missed this didn't you? *suck* All that effort to run away and now *nibble* your right back here again. *smooch* but you like that don't you? *lick* you were out there all alone *slurp* and you just had to come back huh? *chew* nobody was gonna play with your neck out there *bite* nooo the poor ticklish glowstick was lonely *chomp* he loooooves the attention just like his siblings.
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Lif tried to protest but soon found a powerful hand pressed over his mouth. Helbindi wanted this to be a one-man show and so he used his free hand to silence any objections the ticklish undead general might have. Not that Lif could even form words anymore. The pretty corpse could only moan into Helbindi's warm palm as his cock swelled at each and every different mark that the general would leave behind in the sample platter he'd made of the future version of Alfonse. The only unrestrained movement bt that Lif was allowed was the flexing of his long toes. They curled and uncurled in response to Helbindi's breath as he bit and chewed on Lif's neck while he went wild beneath him.
So lost in his tasty popsicle was Helbindi that he'd completely missed Princess Shareena's reversal of fortune. When she'd had Helbindi going wild in her pits then the two cocks between her legs had been further in driving her mad. Now that she had regained her senses though she could take advantage of her position. She'd pressed her thighs together to trap the pair of peens so that she could torment them by blowing streams of hot air at their pre-cum painted tips. The two thrashed beneath her at the treatment and if her "brother" Lif could even open his eyes he'd have warned her of the rips starting to form in their bondage. One by pure power and the other with a deviously hidden lockpick( don't ask where), Surtr and Niles were breaking free and neither of the Askran's or Helbindi were ready for it.
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Niles shot out like a snake and was quick to wrap his lips around Helbindi's toes. The brute went down in a breathy pile as the archer quickly began planting kisses higher and higher up his leg until the axeman's laughter turned to moans. Lif tried to backpedal away but there was nowhere for him to go as the throne was made for a huge body like the one that was wrapping a bare arm around the fearful tickle toy's waist. Lif tried to look away as a thick finger traced the musculature of his chest and played right beneath his nipples. Lif kicked his long legs as Surtr teased his poor neglected nipples and whispered huskily into his ears.
"I hope my worm enjoyed his appetizer. Now my tasty dish is ready for the main course?"
Lif wanted to try and growl something defiant but his brain no longer had control of the red-faced slut who was tittering his brains out as Surtr's bristly beard scrubbed his poor tickly ears. He could only slip further and further away as Niles brought out "the special sandals" that Surtr did so live for his favorite one-eyed snake. They'd been developed by "Dr." L'Arachel the mad scientist of tickles whose mind had been warped by Queen Freyja's ticklish nightmares that visited the various slaves of the castle. These particular tools were less a pair if sandals and more two pairs of cold steel mousetraps. They clamped around Lif's ankles and proceeded to entrap each and every one of his ten long and handsome toesies. They then pulled them back to tauten the soles and allow the pink soles of the pretty footwear to start their fun. A pair of pink artificial tongues pressed themselves to Lif's heels. They lapped up slowly along Lif's soles while the swordsman arched his back and howled in laughter.
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Going right along with the handsome man's arching back were King Surtr's fingers who would tease right beneath his chin in a very particular spot that he knew would drive him mad due to how well it would work on his pet Alfonse. Lif was trying to hang on but through it all the way that Niles was sneakily tickling right below his ballsack was forcing the general's eyes to roll back in his head as he vision grew blurrier and blurrier with each fresh coat of white he sprayed from the Muspellian Offensive. When he finally went limp it took several minutes for Surtr and his thirsty weasel to realize their toy had broken.
Lif drifted off to finally get his rest but awoke with a start. His arms and legs were trapped and he hung above an endless black void. He tried to pull at his bonds but just didm't have the strength left due to lack of rest. As the great goat form of Freyja loomed over him he realized what this was. Even in his dreams he was to laugh for mercy. He hung his head as her great rough tongue protruded and Plumeria and Triandra took his feet to task with feathers. This was his life now. Lif loved it.
Lif yawned carefully so as not to move his chest that much. He looked down beneath the downy blankets and saw the two little trolls that had driven him to exhaustion last night now slept peacefully. Despite their wicked expressions from before when they'd used tool after tool upon his stomach muscles that they now slept peacefully on. He teased a finger through Shareena's hair and smiled at how she weakly batter at his hand. It still didn't feel real to have her, the sister he'd lost, back now. The other blue-haired little version of himself seemed so innocent as well. Being here with the two of them after so long fighting like a rabid dog against them under Hel's command. Now even though someone still held not only his leash but also now Hel's at least they had a sense of humor. Hence why after he attempted to escape this perverted castle he'd been dragged back in the night by his "wife" and left to be the toy of his younger self and lost sister.
Alfonse let out a small yawn and Lif couldn't help but smile at the sight. Even though the twenty-year-old young man had been smiling wickedly last night as he twirled that black feather deep in Lif's crystalline navel. He'd enjoyed the way the brooding general's shining skin had danced under his neatly trimmed fingernails. Lif could see that evil feather clutched in his hand as he dreamed on his abs right now. He was stronger than both by a large merit. The pair of them could do nothing to him that he could not stop with enough effort. Still, he couldn't even bring himself to wake them right now let alone move them.
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Shareena yawned and stroked a finger down Lif's crystalline side that made the general start. He tried to keep still but even sleeping the blonde princess had that finger gaining up speed as it went up and down the future version of her brother's side. The broody swordsman twisted under her and his eyes bulged as he saw Alfonse's eyes start to flutter. The little dastard of a prince instead pulled Lif's like a pillow and fluffed it before resting his head on it and sighing. The fluff alone had Lif jamming a fist into his mouth but now the feeling of his younger selves' hair on his abused tiddy had him shaking.
Raising his arm was a mistake as the predatory Shareena's finger zipped right up into the still warm hollow to play in the blue hairs. The dead lord sputtered at that before letting out a breathy "Ahahaha stahap," that he immediately regretted. Both siblings of Askr's eyes opened and locked on the tall swordsman with a devilish glint.
"Hello Lif," they said together in a sing-songy tone that could and did make the dead's skin crawl. Lif knew that the sweetness the two had in their voice belied evil. Shareena walked a pair of fingers gingerly down his bright blue abdominals to his navel before dipping them inside it.
"Gooood morning, Big Brother," she said with a wicked smile as she twisted the finger in his button. Alfonse clucked his tongue and rolled his eyes at his sister's childishness but nonetheless fluffed up Lif's pectoral like a comfortable pillow as he nestled himself in it. "Shareena he's not your brother. I am! If we were related this would all be quite strange,"
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The questions about how alternate timelines applied to their relationship was one constant in his time as the "siblings" roommate. The other was their fascination with his strange chest. Upon being resurrected by Hel he was only part of a man. The great wound he'd taken to his stomach had been replaced with a translucent crystal that glowed a faint blue. Despite it's inhuman appearence it felt to him no different then any other part of his body. The same fate had been visited on his lower jaw but his two younger "siblings" enjoyed his chest far more.
Since being given to the brainwashed prince and princess it wasn't uncommon for Lif to wake and find the two simply staring at his crystalline stomach while gauging its reactions through pokes, nibbles, and pinches. Some days Lif would just let them do it for hours while he pretended to sleep peacefully. As tenacious as the Askr's were he would be more than happy to spend the day with the two of them simply being their test subject. Eventually, though some resident of the castle would barge in and take him and one or both of them in tow to some strange new activity in this ever-shifting fortress whose halls rang with pleading laughter.
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Even now Lif could hear someone knocking politely at the door to gain the Askr sibling's attention but he hadn't the breath in his lungs to call attention to it due to the way Alfonse was currently flicking his future selves nipple back and forth. Lif let out a low whine as the door opened that only brought a smile to Hel's face as she swept into the room. She looked down upon the writhing trio proudly before setting to improving them. She took Alfonse and Shareena by their ankles and after giving both a quick scratching along with their adorable pink blushes on the prince's handsome little peds and the princess's bubbly boat, she set to work. Positioning the two sets of Askran Royal stompers down by Lif's crotch.
Lif shook his head as a bony hand traced the outline of his cock straining against his boxers. Hel teased the fly of the undergarments just enough to allow it to spring free. She blew a breath of air as cold the grave on the proud organ as she took the blushing soles of Alfy and Reena to guide them down to Lif's cold penis. They were hesitant at first but they quickly enjoyed pressing the icy rod against their warm soles and judging by the soft moans that her former general was letting out Hel guessed that he was having just as much fun. She knelt down behind him and creeped her fingers along his shining chest until she'd gotten her bony digits behind Alfonse and Shareena's ears. She teased the sensitive skin there to make the royal's squirm atop Lif's chest and rub their feet along his trapped penis. While doing so she placed her lips to the crown of Lif's blue-haired head and nibbled at the skin there.
The swordsman shook right along with the giggling royals but denied the bony witch the pleasure of his giggles intentionally and not just because they were drowned out by the footjob he was receiving from his roommates. Hel smiled happily at the sight of the trio. She'd planned to take Alfonse and Lif along to try a new game devised by her "daughter" Eir that she'd dubbed "Footsie Boxing". This was quite the pleasant sight instead for the moment. She was sure that Eir could amuse herself in the meantime with Xander and Leo while mother dearest enjoyed an old friend.
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She enjoyed the way that the younger royals moaned the loudest just from having their ears tickled lightly while Lif bit at his lip to hld it in. Ever since she'd first fished the half-dead Alfonse from beneath the rubble of his castle and molded him into a general for her own aims, Hel had been obsessed with the small streak of rebellion she'd never quite been able to extinguish. No matter how many games of " This Little Tombstone" she'd played with his toes, how many times she'd had skeletal hands hold him down while she rubbed her cold and clammy feet along his face, after all the times she'd simply made Lif place his size 10 feet in her lap for her to toy with.
Not once had she been able to put out that little spark of defiance that smoldered in his eye. Hel chuckled as she looked at the Prince and Princess mewling on his chest. They'd had that once but Surtr had stomped it out eventually. Now the pair were squeaky little toys that nodded politely at whatever they were told and cheered at the prospect of being tickled until they were panting, breathy and pink messes. Lif was almooooost there and that's why she paid special attention to him now. Well, whenever she could find time away from her other pets. Those possessed boys did warrant so much of her time. It was her responsibility to keep their hosts entertained when they couldn't be there. However, Lyon, Julius, and Corrin were happily "caroling" along with Grima while their stronger halves had set out to make an alliance with the new king of Nidvalleir.
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So lost in her own thoughts was the queen of Hel that she hadn't noticed Shareena roll from beneath her and reposition her scratchy fingers to tickle the tomboyish princesses eagerly proffered armpit. Such a good girl, Hel thought to herself. She'd drop that squeaky little princess off at the dungeon. She was needed down there to help coax along more information from Commander Anna and the fairies tasked with keeping the dungeon ringing with laughter were quite fond of the princess.
Hel snapped her fingers and a dark cloud formed into the shape of a small bed. Hel waved and Shareena rolled over onto it with a squeal of surprise as a pair of skeletal hands emerged from each end. They clasped her wrists and pulled them behind her head while the other folded her legs and then clasped her ankles together. It resulted in the sunny princess being trapped in a square shape with her big feet poking up at each end and her toned pits exposed to the world. Hel waved her finger and the bed floated off and out the door down towards the dungeon to propel Reena on another ticklish adventure. The bound blonde didn't even make it down the hallway before they could all hear her laughing her head off.
"Hello, Lady LokiEEEHEE YAHAHAAY! TIHIHITTIE TIHIHCKLES" she howled as she was carried away, her voice growing fainter and fainter.
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Hel sat upon the bed and pulled Alfonse up until she had both him and Lif in her bony lap. She began running a cold finger up both men's chests. Lif bit his lip at both the sensation of that and how Alfonse immediately began nuzzling his face under Lif's pectoral again while mewling. Hel smiled at her blue-haired boy toys getting along so well. She summoned up a set of ghostly skulls that floated down towards the foot of the bed. She oulled Alfy and Lif close to kiss the tops of their heads while ghastly tongues emerged from the specters and began lovingly worshipping the pair's Askran soles. The two's size 10's were caressed by tongues as cold as the grave while Hel held them both tight. She took both by the chins and turned them to face her so that she could savor their lewd expressions.
Lif tried to resist with all his might. He'd given himself to the tickles once and had spent a solid while debased and giggling for it. Finaly one day he'd opened his eyes to the fact that cold mud and howling for footplay was not something he'd wanted and tried to flee. It had taken several attempts and multiple times being dragged back by the Rusalka to her harem of tickle-crazed hubbies but he'd finally escaped. That had been short-lived, however. While trying to make his way back he'd run afoul of a certain green cavalier who'd been eager to please. Lif had a long ride back to the castle with Roderick.
The cavalier had tied him tight in front of him on the saddle and sat him in a way that had the swordsmen's long legs crossed behind him so that his delectable soles were upturned to the sky. Roderick had played them like a keyboard on their merry journey back to the castle. The forest green horsemen had even showed off his flexibility by slipping his out of his stirrups and giving Lif an around the waist footjob as they'd ridden. Once they'd arrived Lif was a sweaty mess and Rody's tors were a sticky sight and a half. Lif had been ushered off to a reunion with the Rusalka while Roderick had been rewarded by Hubert with quite the magical good time.
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Those memories were fresh in his mind as he bit his cold lip and tried to resist giving Hel what she wanted which was his laughing with wild abandon. He tried to turn away but a bony finger guided his chin to turn back and look his former master in predatory yellow eyes just as another ghostly tongue got between his toes.
"Mmm, my brave knight. Show your mistress your smiling face like little Alfonse does. I want to see if you stil have those dimples he does and have been hiding them from me."
At that, a blush crept upon the tall swordsmen's cheeks and indeed those very dimples heated up as well. His eyes bulged as he was saw that snake-like tongue of Hel's protrude out and clearly mean to taste his hot face. She was inches away when the door to the Askr's room was thrown open and an upset Eir stormed in.
"Mother, I have been waiting for quite a while. The boys can only amuse me for so long. Are you planning to keep these two all to yourself?"
Hel and her summons stopped before turning to her "daughter" who'd she had to accept as an ally under Lyon's rule. The girl had been waiting with Leo and Xander patiently for quite a while for Hel to bring the other two servants that they could play their newly devised game.
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Like a viper, her hand shot out. She had Eir by the wrist and had pulled her into the bed in seconds. The svelte goddess tried to wriggle free but Hel had her in her lap quickly and had pulled down her dress to expose her porcelain breasts. Her bony fingers began tracing along the pegasus knights chest while she kicked and wriggled. Her normally calm demeanor gone as Hel reduced her to a red-faced child. Alfonse and Lif watched in wonder and didn't see the ghostly hands coming up behind them because of it. They took the two by the shoulders and pulled them back upon the bed. The hands then pinned Lif down to the bed roughly while stroking and petting a giggling Alfonse in contrast. More ghostly apparitions appeared and undid the zippers upon the princesses boots before fading away. Lif was confused by this tactic for a moment before he saw them begin to slip ever more gradually down the woman's legs due to her childish kicking.
It seemed Hel intended to have her deboot herself and in such practiced fashion that Lif surmised she'd used these tactics before. The first one to come off was on Alfonse's side and he pounced on the stockinged foot.
"Yaaaaay! Feetsies" he cheered as he pounced on the black-clad size 6's. He quickly began nibbling at the soles while Eir shrieked and tried to remember the tightly wound young man from Askr and why he looked like this goofy tickle demon. The other boot sailed over Lif's head and the hands presses the socked foot to his face. Two skeletal finger began tickling behind his ears and making it clear what would get him peace. Still, he attempted to resist though which only made Hel cluck her tongue.
Lif jumped as her massive sole was pressed on the head of his cock. Alfonse looked over with wide eyes and quickly wriggled himself into a similar position and began whining "Me too! Me too!" His wish was granted and his eyes rolled back in pleasure. His neglect of Eir's foot though led to his ears getting the same tickles Lif had. Soon both crumbled and were eagerly nibbling on Eir's ghostly sixes making the princess howl and beg while they both painted Hel's ghostly soles.
When Eir slumped forward letting out breathy apologies to Hel it earned a chuckle from her. The former mistress of death took a strand of Eir's hair that had slipped free and used it to tease her ear while graciously accepting her apology.
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She clapped her hands and the door opened again. Two great undead armor knights marched in and pulled Eir and Lif as well as Hel herself and Alfonse into their arms. They pulled them into a princess carry with Eir atop the larger Lif pressed chest to chest and a similar situation with Alfonse laying atop Hel quite contentedly. Eir smirked at Lif quite confidently as she began tracing her fingers along his own crystalline breasts.
"Payback, glowstick" she whispered while Alfonse curled between Hel's breasts and did everything but purr to debase himself. The knights carried them from the room and down the hall towards wherever they'd been meant to go originally. Lif did his best to try and block out Eir's promises of revenge and the ignominy of it all. They marched past quite the sight, a green-haired Hero that Lif recognized as Sothe holding up a large bowl of some kind of liquid over his head. He was trembling as his fellow brainwashed captive Micaiah stroked fingers in his exposed pits and along his exposed stomach as well.
"Ooooh, better keep it steady Sothe! That liquid in there was a gift from Doctor L'Arachel! If you get it on you then it'll realllly itch. You'd better hold it stiiiiill" she chided as she ran her fingers in his smooth pits. The green-haired rouge turned side to side and Lif noted his knee's shaking. Surely he ached to lash out and try to kick Micaiah off of him but he knew that exposing a sole was a good way to make things much worse.
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Lif sighed at the sight and rolled his eyes which caught Hel's attention. With a wave of the mistresses finger the liquid boiled up from the bowl on Sothe's head and splashed down on not just on his bare feet but Micaiah's as well. The Silver-Haired Maiden shrunk to her knees and began scratching at her severely itchy bare soles. Sothe dropped the bowl and it splashed over the pair of them causing them to howl in itchy agony. Hel chuckled as the two began scratching all over each other trying to relieve the sensations as her knights continued on down the hallway towards an ominous chamber.
Upon opening the door the first thing Lif noticed was the pair of crates containing a two trapped blonde men. He recognized them quickly as Xander and Leo of Nohr. The two tried their best to look dignified but it was rather hard to do so when jammed in a crate with only your head protruding from the top and your feet sticking out the front. The two tried to pull at their bonds when the ladies entered the room but Hel summoned forth ghostly hands to begin caressing and massaging the brother's feet. Leo quickly melted at the touch but Xander held on until they began working the proud stems of his toes. The two's cheeks heated up quickly and they quickly lolled back in their bondage. Lif wondered how often someone had looked at him in his time of tickle servitude and felt the same kind of pitying fishust he felt for those two he did right now.
"Alright boys, we're so sorry to have kept you waiting but it's almost game time!"
Hel and Eir climbed down from the armored knights arms while the two clanking warriors set to securing Alfonse and Lif in a matching set of crates set in front of the two blondes. Alfonse cooperated perfectly and was rewarded with a light little toe twiddling from the knight that had him giggling appreciatively. Lif however fought like a wet cat against that fate. He was just thrashy-y enough to keep the one from securing but when the other added aid by giving Lif's juicy pecs a squeeze he broke down into chortles that left him helpless as they sat him in the box and secured it.
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The sound of the latch closing on the box caused Lif's heart to sink as he was trapped inside the case. He looked over at Alfonse and saw the young man wiggle his toes in a cheeky greeting. He looked over and saw Hel's armor knights pushing the containers with Xander and Leo closer. Soon his own size 10's were close enough to Leo's bare feet that he could feel the warmth coming off the blushing soles. Eir leaned in and grasped his feet to move their cold toes into Leo's soles and make the prince yelp.
In contrast Xander needed no egging as his own powerful toes were now scrabbling along a giggly Alfonse's feetsies. The younger one giggled and snorted as he squirmed in his box. Lif wondered if the insides of all the boxes were the same as his. His hands were pressed against the cramped space and he was forced to sit upon a small seat that cradled his cock and balls. The idea of Leo in a similar situation could only help Lif block out the pleasant sensation of the blonde tomato boy's pudgy feet on his toes for so long. Hel had always taken care of her favorite little tickle hubbie exquisitely well right down to frequent pedicures and exfoliating massages on his lovely shy feet. Thanks to this Leo's feet felt heavenly as Lif was forced to footsie them while the captured mage sputtered.
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"Now the rules of this game are simple boys. You are all trapped here with only your handsome feet to use as weapons. It's up to you to force your opponent to submit or to see how long you can take it. Just know that we don't plan to let you boys out until you win."
Lif swallowed at the news. So this was the humiliation for the day? Alfonse was still tittering away happily as Xander hadn't let up on running his toes along with the balls of the young lord's feet through the whole explanation. The blonde tips of the lad's hair were stuck to his forehead with sweat as he helplessly thrashed about in his box. Lif was so distracted by the sight that Leo was able to turn the tables on him. The younger of the brothers was able to get his plump toes down and began dancing them along Lif's heels. The tall swordsman let out a rather undignified "SNRRK" before trying to pull them away, Leo wouldn't let his prey go and chased with vigor. The deck had been stacked against Lif as footsies was one of Hel's favorite games and as such her darling Leo was quite well versed in it.
When they played it was for high stakes as the loser would usually end up the winner's decadent treat. Leo had spent many a night giggling into a pillow while Hel snacked upon his adorable little "Bon-Bon Toes" as she liked to call them. Once or twice he had won and spent the night worshipping his undead queen's massive regal feet until sleep had taken him. Hel needed no such thing so she would sit until the wee hours simply stroking him and giving him happy dreams of a tickle hubby.
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Now as those cute little candies danced along Lif's squirming feet, there was a look of detirmination. After he defeated not just Lif but also Alfonse and his brother Xander he would offer them all up to his darling Hel. He eagerly await being in their comfortable bed with the other three tucked in beside him and her bony fingers exploring all five of them (Forrest would come too. The boy loved quality time with his father) it would be a grand time. Lif had no intentions of going down easily and simply gritted his teeth and took all of Leo's frantic toe wiggling. He had a plan and he could see that Leo was already getting red and breathing hard.
Lif pounced like a cat, suddenly his feet were pushing Leo's back and scratching right beneath those sweet little candy toes while the Princeling shook. Leo continually tried to get air and make a counter-attack but found the belly laughter spilling out of him was keeping him permanently redfaced and off-balance. Lif smirked as he finally pinned Leo's toes back and was free to begin wiggling his own toes along the Nohrian's stems. Leo howled and thrashed in his box before finally choking out a gasping surrender. Lif sagged in relief inside his own box as Hel came to collect the sweaty loser. He looked over and saw the other battle going a predictable way.
Xander had over powered Alfonse's small feet and pinned both back with just one of his. He now used the free one to trace a toe down Alfy's helpless pink soles while the lord tittered away and got redder. He began snorting like a piglet as Xander added a little babytalk to the point that even Lif was embarassed. Alfonse was snickering, snorting and wiggling up a storm but to his credit the lord held on. It wasn't until Eir stepped in and gave his ear a nibble that Alfonse broke down and surrendered. She left Alfonse in his crate for a bit as she turned Lif and Xander's boxes to face each other. She knelt down and kissed both men's big toes for luck before letting them go to town in the final round.
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Xander quickly tried to pin back Lif's cold toes just as he had Alfonse's but was undone by a few quick jabs from Lif. He'd intended to have Xandaddy just as out of breath as had done to Leo but found that the Crown Prince was a cut above the second one. Xander weathered Lif's quick pokes with chortles of his own while waiting for an opening. He finally got one when Lif got ahead of himself and tried for a quick tickle along the paladin's long toes. Lif let a cute little wail escape as Xander caught one of his feet before it could escape and neatly trapped it between his own. He was soon gently stroking his toes right beneath Lif's littlest baby toe on his his right foot in a way that had the swordsman breath hitching in his crystalline chest.
He tried to pull away but found himself no match for the knight's muscled calves. He tried to deliver a few pokes with his free tootsie to Xander's exposed sole that was acting as a shield for the other but found that he simply couldn't keep his mind clear enough to plan any kind of attack on the paladin. He tried to keep his wits about him but found the sensation of anything but the feeling of Xander stroking his toes and cooing slipping further and further away.
"NOOOHOO! EHEHEEE LEEHEAVE MAHAH TOOHOOTSIES ALLOOOHONE" he heard an embarassed and squealing voice cry. He looked to see a red-cheeked Leo howling into a tomato that had been stuffed between his lips while his darling "wife" took her time simply inserting her skeletal finger into his narrow navel and removing it over and over. She loved the way that the small chub that he'd developed sucked at the narrow digit eagerly when she removed it. Leo's chest was dusted with black lipstick marks all over from Hel giving her poor tickle toy consolation kisses. Still though the gag meant that it couldn't be his voice.
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"NOHOOO GAHAHA TIHIHICKLESS SOHO MUHUHUHCCH! MEHRHECY PLEEEHEEASSE!"
He turned to see Alfonse spread out before Eir. His younger selves muscled armpits were being stroked and traced by the valkyrie of death while she cooed and praised him for being such a good tickle boy. Despite how his fist had balled up the sheets to try and hold his snickers in, the lord of Askr's soft lips were curled up in a smile. He tossed his head side to side as Eir whispered in his ear and teased him about those musical little giggles slipping out while she played with the hairs in his pitties
"Let them out cuuuutie. You know you just wanna giggle your little pretty head off. Oooh it must be horrible to not be able to squeak when I give your nose a kiss like thiiiis."
Alfonse did break down into squeaky giggles when she followed through on that threat so maybe it was him who...
"GAAHAHA MAHAHAKE IT STAAHAHAP! YOHOHU WIHIHIN XAAHAHANDER FIHINE JUHUHUST STAHAHAP! MEHEHEERCY!"
Lif's eyebrows raised as he looked down at his own feet which Xander had kept in his deathlock the whole time. It had been him mewling for mercy? Tears streaked the swordsmen's cheeks as he finally realized the ticklish sensations he'd been holding back the whole time were unbearable. He howled as Xander kept him there for a few more loving strokes while Eir stroked the blonde's head and congratulated him.
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A squad of bony fingers crept up along Lif's face to cover his eyes as Hel whispered in his ear.
"Oh, Lif. I'm so disappointed in you. We'll have to clean you up quickly for another round."
Lif's eyes bulged as she let him see once more and he took in the sight. His crate was surrounded by dozens of those same ghostly tongued skulls from earlier. Those black tongues lolled out and dripped with slime as they pressed closer and closer to him by the second. Hel's fingers skittered along to the opening mechanism of Lif's crate that was now his only line of defense.
"No! My lady please! Mercy I beg you! I will do better" he keened as she opened the latch.
"Oh of course you will my pet. We're going to do this over and over until you do. Xander's earned himself a bit of freedom now. Eir? Let him go to the baths. Who do you have lined up as our next contestant?"
The skulls piled in to begin sucking, nibbling and blowing Lif's dirty and sweaty body to a pink and clean state while Eir released Xander. She bore him to the door with her magical strength before handing him over to one of the armor knights in exchange for another person wearing servants rags. Had Lif's eyes not been screwed as he howled from the feeling of the three ghostly tongues licking his sweaty cock up and down just the same as Alfonse and Leo are, he could have recognized the blonde knight moaning in his sleep as Eldigan. He probably could have said something to try to assuage the Nordion ruler's rage at him for having captured him in the first place. He was much to occupied with the ghostly skulls nibbling on his tits to notice the look of smoldering rage from the paladin.
When the next round of Footsie Boxing began Lif was taken completely by surprise and despite a valiant effort to hold on was soon pinned and stroked until he submitted again. He had a long day in the tournament before finally winnng a hard-fought victory over the buttery footed Lewyn and earning some rest. He reclined back in the bed and snuggled up to the lipstick covered Shareena and the tired Alfonse who'd been released much earlier then him for a much-needed rest.
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Lif's eyes shot open as he realized something was quite wrong. He tried to call out to his "siblings" but found a silken gag secured tightly over his mouth. Lif struggled and found his arms securely bound to his sides as well in some kind of mummification. He looked down and saw the familiar green ribbons before sighing. Someone had brought Thrasir to bear. He looked over to see Alfonse and Shareena in similar peril but nowhere near as flustered. The Omnicidal Witch in question sat upon the Askran's backs and traced her nails along their upturned soles as they "MMMMPH"ed and " HNNGGHH"ed to the feeling of her nails dancing along their soles. She was particularly delighting in teasing between the bunched toes of the pair.
A weight suddenky sat itself on Lif's back. He struggled beneath it until a sugary sweet voice he recognized all too well decided to reassure him.
"Such good children those two. Why can't you be more like that my dear Lif?"
Loki's nails took a lock of Lif's dark blue hair played it between them while he mumbled threats into his gag.
"Mmm khmmphll ymmphu"
"Oh? Now whatever could my handsome cadaver be trying to say? Perhaps he wishes for me to begin the examination?"
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Loki snapped her fingers and the sensations began. To Lif, it felt as if coarse hands were running themselves all over his bound body. He hadn't noticed until now that his captor had taken the liberty of stripping him naked before entombing him in these silken ribbons. Now the phantom hands ran along his stomach as if testing the muscles. They squeezed the pert cheeks of Lif's cold ass cheeks and rubbed them back and forth as if attempting to warm them up. He tried to thrash at the feeling of one finger stroking and evaluating his adam's apple. It made his breath hitch and his whole body shudder beneath Loki in a way that she found quite pleasurable according to her moans.
"Ahhh you servants are so delightful. My goodness is the power we get from your laughter intoxicating. Why thanks to lovely queen Freyja and her little helpers this kingdom grows stronger every night. Poor little Alfonse and Shareena. Did they ever think it would get so bad that their precious heroes would be squeezed and poked every night in their own nightmares to feed us? No matter where they hide. Every night they come here to scream and beg. They'll tell us where they all are eventually and we'll come to collect them and make the waking world match their dreaming ones. Why we just need to find those two rebellious Ljoalfheimr who've taken up with them to make it so they'll never have a restful sleep again!"
She teased Alfonse with this information but the blonde tipped Princeling simply wiggled his toes and begged into his gag for Thrasir to go faster. Shareena was shrieking bloody murder into her gag as her own great sized feet were poked and prodded as well. If Loki's monologue had been for Lif's benefit then he longed to tell her that it was wasted breath. He'd known the Order of Heroes was doomed for a long time. Despite his breif daliance with the good guys he was still from the future where they'd fallen. Granted not quite this way.
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Beneath his bindings another of the hands squeezed Lif's navel unti it puckered the little divot. The sensation of a finger stroking it then had the swordsman quaking as that small bit of nerves were forced up to be examined as well. Loki rested her feet upon Lif's own upturned soles and began humming a merry tune as he squirmed and struggled. She closed her eyes and in her mind directed the phabtom fingers to begin wiggling fingers in that sensitive strip of flesh right beneath the handsome corpse's rear-end, right where it joined the thigh. The swordsman thrashed beneath her and earned himself a contented sigh from the evil tactician atop him. She waved a finger back and forth in the air and two matched her pace right along the tips of Lif's pert nipples. She moved to pinch the air and Lif gasped as that move was also mirrored.
"My, my haven't you three been busy. You know your quite in demand around here? Why after Lady Hel monopolized you so yesterday and how Surtr has you for the day tommorow it was all I could do to get some time with my darling bone-bag."
Lif grit his teeth as beneath his gag a gentle finger traced àalong the underside of his nose. Despite himself, he found his lips curling into a smile under the clothen gag and it certainly didn't help how the magic digits were now tracing his dimples to help track the growth of the expression. He began to snort embarrassingly and that made him buck more beneath the reclinining Loki. She frowned as all this wormy buisness from the ticklish wormfood beneath her was preventing her from truly enjoying the book she attempting to read.
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With a whistle, she had Thrasir looking up from painting the sibling's helpless soles with black lipstick marks. She waved a finger and soon the witch was crawling along the bed to come help. She conjured up a strand of her signature green ribbon and began worming it in between each of Lif's long and ticklish toes. She sat there with a wicked grin simply awaiting her orders from Loki who had rested a firm hand atop the crown of Lif's head to make sure he understood. Lif nodded eagerly to reassure her that wormy, squirmy time was over even as a pair of magical hands began lightly fluffing his collarbone beneath his bindings.
He was trembling at the sensation of one particularly feminine hand who was taking great delight in counting each of his crystalline abs by picking each delicious little morsel of muscle and giving it a wiggle. Lif was sputtering under his gag and trying his best to stay still under the threat of a flossing he'd never forget. He'd felt those damn ribbons of Thrasir's before and knew that she could use her magic to change them at will. Right now they felt as if fluffy carpeting had been wound between his toes. He could feel Thrasir's breath on his feet as he tried to stay stock still beneath Loki as he'd been ordered. The feeling of a wicked finger teasing inside his ear however made him yipe and that just earned him more ghostly fingers beneath his gag teasing along his chin and down his neck to follow every movement he made simply to breathe.
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"Somebodies a bit wiggly down there. Is this you saying you want your poor toesies flossed my ticklish little Lif? My your almost as precocious as Alfonse!"
Loki continued to scratch along inside the resurrected swordsman's ear and enjoyed how she could feel him trembling as he tried to obey his orders. She yawned theatrically and used ger big barefoot to poke Thrasir in the cheek. The girl was a bit too focused and it was making her Liffles a bit too rigid. She did want him too lose after all. She reached down and gave that cold dead rump roast of his a squeeze. That pretty back of his arched nicely beneath her and she wondered if that was enough to call an end to this game yet? The poor man would have a bright and early call tomorrow with Surtr and lascivious one-eyed pet of his. She should probably let him get a bit of rest but if she didn't what's the worst that could happen? Not like he was gonna die after all she snickered to herself.
She rolled over and set her great breasts right upon his back. She loved this trick with little Alfonse and it always flushed him right up adorably. Shame that this older version of him was a bit more composed really. Though she supposed it's not he could get more flushed really as she plunged her tongue into that same ear she'd been teasing. Lif went wild with bucking and thrashing at the slimy organ sampling his ear and blowing hot breath down it. He was wiggling so much that she didn't even need to signal for Thrasir to begin the flossing. The future witch began pulling those delicious ribbons on her own signal. That saved Loki some time but she'd still put her down in the dungeons for a bit with Anna and Fjorm. Can't let the help get too independent.
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Lif shook his frantically as Lokis fingers skittered up his chest to get into his armpits. He howled into his gag and nonsensically begged for mercy but earned only a contented purr from the wicked strategist as she began chewing on his earlobe while sliding her fingers up and down his arms while he shook beneath her.
"Ooooh, my bucking bronco doesn't like having his toesies flossed? Then why's he so wiggly and giggly? All you need to do is sit still and we can stop! Probably for the best as you don't want to wake up your sibling's stud."
Despite Lif's absolute torture, Alfonse and Shareena had indeed both drifted off to a peaceful sleep once more. The two had curled up onto each other despite being bound and gagged were now dreaming peacefully while occasionally flexing their lipstick painted footsies. Loki began to lick the back of Lif's neck while Thrasir was flossing his poor tootsies so hard that they were bending up to face her. They would have kept going for hours were it not for a few beams of sunlight finally coming through the window to let Loki know that she'd officially while away all of the night as the morning had come. She stood up off of the sweaty and panting Lif to beckon Thrasir to follow her. Surtr would be by any minute and she had a more pressing appointment. She paused and cast a spell to bring Alfonse along with her. The bluenette never even woke as he floated out from under his younger sister and right out the door behind the dangerous tickle fiends.
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Lif's bond dissipated as Thrasir left but he still just didn't have the energy to move at all. His eye's were fluttering closed just as the door was thrown open and a large man stormed in. He drifted off to sleep all the same as he was seized by rough hands and thrown over a muscular shoulder. He just wanted to sleep and wished Shareena would quiet down, She was making such a racket...
When he awoke she was no quieter for the time. Chained with her wrists above her head, sitting on her rear she was helpless as hands squeezed and scratched at her breasts and up into her armpits. The one who sat on the throne before her was merciless. He leaned forward and relished the way princess jingled the chains above her head as she pulled at her bondage. Lif realized suddenly that he was sat upon the vandal's lap and tried to move. All the swordsman could do was kick his legs as he finally noticed the bindings on him. A wooden board was locked around his waist with small holes on each side that kept his wrists trapped there as well. Using all his strength just managed to rattle the solid iron lock on the side and get the man who's lap he sat upon's attention.
"Well now sleeping beauties finally awake? 'Bout time, your little sister here was about due a break. C'mere and let's count this abs."
Lif shook side to side as rough fingers began exploring the translucent crystal that made up his "abs" while his torturer counted along. He was quite surprised as he'd expected King Surtr to be his tormentor but instead found Helbindi here as the one with him sat upon his lap. He attempted to twist away but found that Helbindi simply slipped a finger into his navel to pull him back while he chuckled.
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"Uh-uh. Your staying right here. King Surtr got a bit too distracted with his one-eyed weasel of a pet and he's learning the hard way what happens to those who aren't aware around here."
Lif noticed now the pair of tanned cocks sticking up from two bound forms that Shareena sat atop. One with orange pubic and the other silver. Both at attention and between the princess's smooth thighs as she kept them both firmly clenched between her legs. It took Lif but a moment to realize that the two lumpy objects Shareena was sat atop must be the missing Surtr and his pet Niles. Lif tried to look away from the dribbling tips of two tanned cocks but again found Helbindi leading him with a surreptitious thumb in his navel. The swordsmen's teeth were clenched at the feeling but the way that the bruiser was also gently running his rough fingers along his abs while thumbing his divot had his eyes rolling back into his head.
The swordsman shook from side to side as the feeling of those rough fingers skating along his abs had him splitting his head with a manic smile. Helbindi leaned in and began teasing the man while taking nibbles at his long and glowing neck.
"Mmmm so is this why you came back? *nip* You missed this didn't you? *suck* All that effort to run away and now *nibble* your right back here again. *smooch* but you like that don't you? *lick* you were out there all alone *slurp* and you just had to come back huh? *chew* nobody was gonna play with your neck out there *bite* nooo the poor ticklish glowstick was lonely *chomp* he loooooves the attention just like his siblings.
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Lif tried to protest but soon found a powerful hand pressed over his mouth. Helbindi wanted this to be a one-man show and so he used his free hand to silence any objections the ticklish undead general might have. Not that Lif could even form words anymore. The pretty corpse could only moan into Helbindi's warm palm as his cock swelled at each and every different mark that the general would leave behind in the sample platter he'd made of the future version of Alfonse. The only unrestrained movement bt that Lif was allowed was the flexing of his long toes. They curled and uncurled in response to Helbindi's breath as he bit and chewed on Lif's neck while he went wild beneath him.
So lost in his tasty popsicle was Helbindi that he'd completely missed Princess Shareena's reversal of fortune. When she'd had Helbindi going wild in her pits then the two cocks between her legs had been further in driving her mad. Now that she had regained her senses though she could take advantage of her position. She'd pressed her thighs together to trap the pair of peens so that she could torment them by blowing streams of hot air at their pre-cum painted tips. The two thrashed beneath her at the treatment and if her "brother" Lif could even open his eyes he'd have warned her of the rips starting to form in their bondage. One by pure power and the other with a deviously hidden lockpick( don't ask where), Surtr and Niles were breaking free and neither of the Askran's or Helbindi were ready for it.
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Niles shot out like a snake and was quick to wrap his lips around Helbindi's toes. The brute went down in a breathy pile as the archer quickly began planting kisses higher and higher up his leg until the axeman's laughter turned to moans. Lif tried to backpedal away but there was nowhere for him to go as the throne was made for a huge body like the one that was wrapping a bare arm around the fearful tickle toy's waist. Lif tried to look away as a thick finger traced the musculature of his chest and played right beneath his nipples. Lif kicked his long legs as Surtr teased his poor neglected nipples and whispered huskily into his ears.
"I hope my worm enjoyed his appetizer. Now my tasty dish is ready for the main course?"
Lif wanted to try and growl something defiant but his brain no longer had control of the red-faced slut who was tittering his brains out as Surtr's bristly beard scrubbed his poor tickly ears. He could only slip further and further away as Niles brought out "the special sandals" that Surtr did so live for his favorite one-eyed snake. They'd been developed by "Dr." L'Arachel the mad scientist of tickles whose mind had been warped by Queen Freyja's ticklish nightmares that visited the various slaves of the castle. These particular tools were less a pair if sandals and more two pairs of cold steel mousetraps. They clamped around Lif's ankles and proceeded to entrap each and every one of his ten long and handsome toesies. They then pulled them back to tauten the soles and allow the pink soles of the pretty footwear to start their fun. A pair of pink artificial tongues pressed themselves to Lif's heels. They lapped up slowly along Lif's soles while the swordsman arched his back and howled in laughter.
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Going right along with the handsome man's arching back were King Surtr's fingers who would tease right beneath his chin in a very particular spot that he knew would drive him mad due to how well it would work on his pet Alfonse. Lif was trying to hang on but through it all the way that Niles was sneakily tickling right below his ballsack was forcing the general's eyes to roll back in his head as he vision grew blurrier and blurrier with each fresh coat of white he sprayed from the Muspellian Offensive. When he finally went limp it took several minutes for Surtr and his thirsty weasel to realize their toy had broken.
Lif drifted off to finally get his rest but awoke with a start. His arms and legs were trapped and he hung above an endless black void. He tried to pull at his bonds but just didm't have the strength left due to lack of rest. As the great goat form of Freyja loomed over him he realized what this was. Even in his dreams he was to laugh for mercy. He hung his head as her great rough tongue protruded and Plumeria and Triandra took his feet to task with feathers. This was his life now. Lif loved it.
