Lake Superior
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"Leave it alone.”
"I simply wish to know more—"
"You don't, now drop it. Just keep your allies healed so it doesn't happen to them, and they can keep it from happening to you."
Ike strode away from Linhardt with a determined look, leaving the tall cleric pouting and mumbling to himself.
"Foolish, how can anybody be happy not knowing about anything? Can what's happening to them truly be so horrible that even knowledge isn't an advantage."
Ike's words gelled with what he'd been told by others; much friendlier than others to be honest. When he'd asked Raven what it had been like to be trapped inside that castle as a slave to sexual fetishes, the man had slammed him against a wall and squeezed his ribs for a solid hour. If it hadn't been for Raphael and Seteth's intervention he would have probably ripped the healer's shoes off and shown him why he couldn't have saved Lucius as well.
"Eir would have made him tickle himself harder than I ever could!" he yelled as he was dragged away.
Linhardt retired to his room to reconcile what Ike had told him about plants with what he'd already pieced together about that castle. This new knowledge about a garden was quite enlightening. He now knew of several different areas of the castle and could roughly place them in a map of the structure and its surrounding areas. The stronghold had several methods of taking in captured Heroes, but he knew of no reliable methods to get people out.
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When the scholar brought this up with other members of the Order of Heroes, they'd all seemed eager enough. After all, everyone at this point had a friend or an ally who now spent their days trapped in that castle howling in ticklish agony. A map of the building that housed so many prisoners would be invaluable to them for an eventual frontal assault to save their friends. The attitudes towards that had soured when he'd further elaborated on his plan. From his perspective, it stood to reason that the best way to map out the keep would be from the inside.
Consequently, somebody would need to let themselves be captured and slip out a map before they succumbed to the castle's various "pleasures". He'd never expected anybody to do so besides himself, but even with his own sacrifice planned out it had instantly deflated any interest that the others might have in his strategy. For some reason, they all had zero confidence in him accomplishing anything but being a new pair of shoes to hang on the wall.
That particular phrase from Raven had stuck with him, especially since he'd noticed how the mercenary now went barefoot since his escape. He'd asked about the others in the Castle Muspel who were tickle thirsty and had gotten various answers about them. Eventually, he'd realized there was no way to find out more but to do it himself. He'd have to take a much more “hands-on" approach. For some reason the mere thought made Linhardt's elegant toes curl in his shoes. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the reflex from his body that had come quite without his permission. He'd never thought much of tickling in Fodlan besides a thing that Caspar would do as a kind of mischief when he caught him napping but now here in Zenith his body feared it subconsciously? Quite interesting...
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He looked about carefully before ducking into Commander Anna's former room. The businesswoman had vanished one night alongside the boorish Narcian, and sure enough the general's expensive riding boots, as well as her fluffy boots from the Order of Heroes uniforms, had shown up hanging from the wall of Castle Muspel soon enough after. The line of shoes hanging from one of the parapets had always seemed interesting to Linhardt. He wondered to himself which of the Lords of that castle tended to that.
The mirror in the room was covered with a sheet which he supposed was for the best. He'd discovered exactly how it had been integral in the abduction of Narcian and Anna. The Order had attempted to smash it but that had only led to Ms. Charlotte being sucked into it before being able to accomplish that. They'd simply optioned to cover it and seal the room off, but to Lin it seemed like a good enough place as any to test a hypothesis.
He sat down heavily on the bed prompting a loud squeak from the springs. He faced the mirror and immediately noticed that it wasn't covered as it was supposed to be.
"Ahhh were you expecting me? Excellent, we can begin!"
Linhardt put his leg up on the bed and quickly slipped off his boot, tossing it to the side. He showed his socked sole to the mirror until he was staring right at it himself. He frowned at how thin the cotton material was, why when he wiggled his toes he could see each and every part of his foot through the cloth. The cleric expected something to happen but was disappointed when nothing seemed to change. He ruminated over this for a second before an idea popped into his clever mind. He got up off the bed and went to retrieve his discarded footwear and placed it right by the sinister mirror.
"I had almost forgotten that one of you likes to collect these."
Linhardt adopted a quizzical pose and then shed the other boot before placing it neatly beside the other.
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He made sure once more that he was alone in the room before excitedly skipping back to the bed and sitting heavily once more on it, earning another worried squeak from the ignored old springs as well as a creak from the old wood. He once again showed his socked sole to the reflection and this time threw in an enticing toe wiggle to sweeten the bait. He waited for a minute but when nothing happened again he pouted a bit. This time he brought his other foot up onto the bed and linked his arms behind his knees to better show them off to the mirror and hopefully lure out whoever hid inside it.
The lanky bookworm even tried giving a flirty smile to the mirror in an effort to entice it but got no reaction save for his own. In fact, the “him” in the mirror yawned in response to his efforts earning an unhappy frown from the actual Hevring Heir. He considered what to do when the being in his reflection was not actually ignoring him but actively teasing him. He stretched as he quit his attempt at a seductive pose and went to consult his notebook. His eyebrows arched in surprise when he found the book gone from its place on the bed next to him. He looked about for it thinking it had perhaps fallen to the dusty floor of the abandoned bedroom but saw no signs of it.
Movement in the mirror caught his eyes and they widened at the sight. The Linhardt in the mirror was lying on his stomach and idly kicking his socked feet back and forth above his head as he flipped through the pages of Lin's missing notebook. He seemed engrossed with the pages but the greenette in the mirror had the trademark droopy eyelids of somebody yearning for their nap. They perked up as they took in whatever was on the next page, however. Linhardt scooched to the edge of the bed and craned his neck to try and see what the doppelganger was so interested in before breaking out in a crimson blush.
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The man in the mirror returned his blush as he looked over the two pages where Linhardt had made his silly scribbles. It had been a night where he couldn't sleep back in Garreg Mach when the mood had taken him. He'd slipped out of his night socks, knelt on his bed, and used his own reflection to sketch over his shoulder until he'd done it. The Linhardt in the mirror giggled as he looked at the two pages where the silly cleric had drawn his own soles down to the slightest detail. He clapped his hands sardonically and Linhardt could feel his blush deepen.
"So, perhaps now we could talk? I'm very interested in how you're doing this and what limits this trick of yours has. Why am I still in Askr? Am I already doomed to a life of fluffy tortures?"
The Lin in the mirror simply shrugged and set his head down on the bed next to the book. He stuck one hand in the air and pointed a finger at the real sleepy scholar, only deepening the latter’s confusion. The illusion then swished the finger along the page of the book and prompted a curious sensation in the real Hevring.
"Heh, heheheh, hmmm whahat's this?"
Linhardt could feel the finger gliding quickly along his own pink soles beneath his socks and it was making him break out into light giggles.
"Hohohow interesting! I can feeheel your touch as if you pehehersonally have my feeheet at your mercy—OOOH NAHAT THE TOES!"
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Evil Lin showed no signs of caring or even hearing what good Lin was saying, and he continued idly swiping his finger up and down the page while the tall greenette tried to hold back his tittering and squirmed about on the bed. The mirror man stifled a yawn, which of course infected Linhardt with an even bigger one. His blue eyes closed as he stretched and covered his mouth, though he did notice that the finger pokes on his sole had stopped.
When he looked at the mirror again he saw that the Linhardt in its impression had progressed to the point where he was now, of course, asleep. The dozy boy had his cheek pressed to one page of the book and Linhardt could feel its warmth on one of his soles. It distracted him as he tried to figure out the magic being used here until he noticed words on paper in the mirror.
"Don't get off the bed, or else."
Linhardt then noticed something else in the reflected world of the mirror: hands frantically and hungrily reaching out from beneath the bed. They didn't seem to be accomplishing anything but just their presence made him nervous all the same.
He peered down from the bed he sat upon and saw no signs of them here in his world, but he still had no desire to place his bared feet in range of where they could get them. Wait...where had his socks gone?
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The sensation of something hot and slimy now traveling up his sole made Linhardt totally lose that train of thought, dropping the red-faced scholar in a heap of hot-faced giggles. If he'd actually looked at the cheeky version of him in the mirror, he would have seen the fate of his cotton footwear. One was clutched between the doppelganger's hands as he slept the day away and the other poked between his legs. The makeshift staff-hood bounced occasionally as the slumbering Linhardt twitched in his nap. The real LinLin however was far more interested in how the other's tongue was sticking out while he slept and ravaging the page of the book he wasn't using as a pillow.
Linhardt clenched his teeth as he felt that wet tongue slither up and down his sole, grasping at his ankle as if he could try and choke out the sensation. The mirror monster's tongue had traveled up to start licking about his toes and that somehow translated to Linhardt feeling the phantom tongue sneaking its way between his slender digits. This drove the bishop wild and he started bucking about on the bed until he finally bounced right off of it and onto the ground in a heap, causing the lickles to stop suddenly as he bumped his head.
He rubbed his head for a second before he realized what just happened. He looked up at the mirror to see both blue eyes of his doppelganger gazing at him and wagging a finger. Before Linhardt could do anything, rough and strong hands seized him by the ankles and dragged him partway under the bed. He tried to resist but felt a hand press on the top of his head to pin his chin to the floor before the mirror. More hands of all kinds began squeezing, kneading, and poking all along the parts of him under the bed. Nails with wickedly manicured fingernails scratched along his butt beneath his robes. Calloused hands kneaded his hips and tweaked the ticklish skin around the bones. Small, childish hands plucked at each and every one of his toes to pull them apart and allow sticky fingers to play in-between them.
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Linhardt's own hands balled into fists and began pounding on the floor in hysterical agony as his knees were added to zones being ticklishly wrecked. He looked up at the mirror and saw that, while the Linhardt in the mirror seemed persistently apathetic, the drastic changes in his consciousness and scenery were all too apparent. The top half of his school robes had been pulled down so that the young man's birdy chest was out in full display now down to below his cute navel. The bed had vanished as now the cleric had his arms chained above his head in a large "V". In addition, a piece of clean, white tape had been placed over his mouth to compliment the situation of him now being stood up on a leaning medical table as if he was an experiment. Despite all of this, the copy of the twenty-three-year-old looked no more interested in the proceedings than before.
Two more figures had stepped into the scene displayed in the mirror who also shared Linhardt's appearance. The new pair teased fingers down the Gaggedhardt's neck and made the real one feel their manicured nails as if he were there with them. The young man let out a squeal as he could now feel lips and tongues pecking at his plush size 11 soles beneath the bed. He attempted to pull himself free of that tickle hell but got an adverse reaction. The rough hands on his ankles began pulling again to try and yank more of him under that bed, which he very much did not want. He grabbed a fistful of carpet and held on for dear life while the various Linhardts in the mirror looked on in morbid interest.
The two free ones produced a pair of feather dusters that made Lin sweat as they slowly brought them towards the puffy pink nipples of the mirror-Linhardt they had hostage. Linhardt's eyes bulged as any attempts to communicate with these things were thwarted. As he tried to choke out a desperate "Please don't!" all he managed to get out was a strained "Mmmph!" as the gag in the mirror now translated the same way as the tickles. Speaking of those, the feather dusters started fluffing, puffing, and stuffing his poor, ticklish nipples and made the greenette groan and giggle. Eventually his grip loosened and he was dragged further beneath the bed frame. He was roughly flipped onto his back, and now even more hands began kneading the bit of baby fat on the tall lad's stomach while a long-nailed finger started scritching about in his navel.
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If Lin hadn't gotten his arms up to catch the bed by the legs he would have been dragged into the darkness, but as it was he had at least assured safety for himself above his green-tufted pitties. A great blob of white entered the bizarre spectacle playing out in the mirror, and as Linhardt's eyes fixed upon it he realized this shape was a massive goat. It strode in and towered over the scene, completely ignoring the bouncing doppleganger on the table whose nips were getting dusted roughly. Instead, it looked directly at the struggling Linhardt beyond the mirror before it craned its neck downwards and protruded a massive tongue. Lin-Lin felt himself going mad as it roughly licked behind the ears of his double in the mirror. He'd winced when he'd first seen that tongue as he knew full well what a goat's tongue was like and was fully expecting a much more painful experience. The scholar might have pondered on how its texture felt to that of a human’s tongue, but unfortunately the most ticklish spot on his body since he was a boy was being played with and it was driving him up a wall.
He didn't know how the goat could have known his absolute worst spot, but it only took three licks there to get him tearing up. When it gave the tip of his ear a hard nibble that was it; he lost his grip completely and was harshly dragged under the bed. Everything went still for a second besides the nonstop sensation of that goat lapping at his ear. That was all it took though to have the calm scholar in a sweaty mess, however, with each lap up his sensitive ear leaving him gasping for air and seeing stars. Even as other torments besot his body in the inky blackness, all he could think of was his poor, ticklish ears.
His toes were pried open and fuzzy floss wound around them for a rough smushing, but even that couldn’t trump the teeth ravaging his earlobe. His arms were pulled above his head and metal spurs ran up and down his muscleless pits, but it was the tongue slobbering roughly behind the ridge of his ear that had his eyes rolling back in their sockets. His belly was being absolutely ruined by dozens of quills scribbling "TALL DRINK OF TICKLE BITCH", " GIGGLY, LONG-NECKED NERD WITH A SQUEEZABLE ASS" and "PROPERTY OF CASPAR, HE LIKES THE DARK MEAT", as well as other derogatory terms regarding his sensitivity...but all Linhardt could think about was how his entire body would shiver when the goat would blow hot air down his ear canal.
Lin’s cock felt like it was going to explode but one of those damn hands was squeezing his shaft tightly enough to block any leaks. He kicked his legs and whined like an animal in heat but could get no relief no matter what kind of desperate promises he made. Friends he'd betray, allies he'd attack, information he was willing to divulge; anything to have his ears left alone and just be allowed to cum. When the great, magical goat finally let his chewable ears be, he was a quivering wreck. His cock was released and immediately erupted like a warm fountain, a direct contrast to how his exhausted body was so still he seemed to have lost his soul. He laid there in a sweaty pool of his green hair which had come untied in all his thrashing and gasping for air.
He hadn't at all expected that accursed goat tongue to come back for more, but sure enough it started lapping up his wilting cock again until it stood at attention once more and gave another little show. It kept this unimpeded as Linhardt had no energy left to move and even less energy to resist as he sprayed load after load up the magical beast's snout. Eventually, he couldn't beg anymore, then he couldn't whine, and finally he couldn't breathe. His eyes fluttered shut as he lost consciousness, but at least his plan was a success...
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...Or so Linhardt had thought. He woke up with a start some time later, still in the abandoned room. The mirror had been covered back up, and hanging from the top of it were his lost socks. Somebody had not only put him back atop the bed but even tucked him under the sheets as well. His pale size 11's poked out the bottom of the covers however and caused him to wince as he recognized the ribbon used to tie his big toes together. He flushed at the sight of it and, sure enough, now felt his unrestrained green hair pooling beneath his head and along his shoulders.
He contemplated just staying here like this until the mirror beast came back for him. After all, this was a perfect pose for it. A bit of a stretch was what he felt needed first. Tossing the covers to the side he noted that the top half of his robes had been ripped away and saw no signs of it anywhere like the socks. Further inventory-taking revealed that his shoes must have disappeared down that same hole. A bit of red caught his attention on his soles while he retrieved his hair tie. He examined the still-flushed sole and found writing stating "NICE TRY, BUT NOT INTERESTED. -FREYJA" along his tender footsie. The Queen of Nightmares had even left a red kiss mark under her signature which made Linhardt sigh at the unnecessary theatrics.
He shuffled off back to his room to gather his thoughts and come up with a new idea. Perhaps there was something to how he'd been rejected? Maybe the other heroes could use this to keep themselves out of the villain's trophy collections? He needed more research data, and to get it he'd need to stage another encounter. The others had warned him of sleeping with thoughts of tickles in his head lest the King of Dreams catch him, but that had seemed downright silly to him before. Now, in light of recent events, this presented a new idea for the curious cleric.
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He closed the door to his room and locked it behind himself so as to prevent being disturbed, or worse "rescued". Sitting heavily upon the bed he thought of nothing but tickles as he tried to doze off, but for once in his life he actually found it hard to sleep. He thought to himself about how to do this before an idea popped into his addled mind, an absolutely filthy one but an idea nonetheless. Linhardt undid his trousers to allow the other green-haired tall boy out into the cold air of the room. He then relieved one of his feet of its sock and wiggled his toes, and as he tried to think of what to do next an odd voice in his head chimed in with an idea.
Linhardt thought on it for but a second before deciding to do it. It seemed like a comfortable way to sleep and he would like that to come with him into the dream. The sage slipped his freshly laundered cotton sock over the head of his penis like a hood before clenching it between his thin fingers. He looked about for his feather quill and began teasing its plume along the top of his own tender foot. He wanted to pretend this tickled, but even as his mind raced with utter lewdness left behind by Dokkalf magic he couldn't act as if self-tickling was truly doing anything. He did at least savor the soft feeling of the feather as he flittered it between his toes and down his sole.
His breath hitched as he added the stroking of his sock over his manhood to this tantric equation as well. He wiggled his toes as if he was actually trying to escape this and giggled under his breath at the ridiculousness of this. Thank Seiros he had locked the door, he thought as his back arched when he caught the feather between his toes and clamped them down. If somebody walked in on him masturbating into his own sock while tickling his foot in a mad lust then he would just--
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Lin's blue eyes shot open suddenly to darkness. He looked about above him but saw nothing aside from endless darkness. His entire world had changed so abruptly that he thought this could be nothing but a dream, but had sleep ever taken him this violently before? He slowly grew aware of a massive shape in the bed with him and another shape struggling with it.
"Phhmm? Mpmh hmmp?!"
His attempt at speech was cut off by the very sock he'd just been lewdly using that now found itself stuck in his mouth. He could taste his own pre-cum on his tongue and was acutely aware now of a piece of tape placed over his lips to keep it right where it was. His wrists were bound behind his back so that the man was lying atop them. This not only kept him helpless but also pushed forward his bare chest in a provocative manner that made him blush furiously. His ankles were tied together with what felt to be tape as well, and they were done tightly but high enough that he could wave his feet back and forth.
"Phmm!? Hmmrpm phmm!"
"Phhhmmm! Hmhphm! Mmmphhster mhepphm!"
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The sound of another gagged victim in the bed caught Linhardt's attention. He craned his neck to catch a glimpse of a blue-haired youth tightly mummified in what seemed to be latex. A blindfold was over the lad's eyes and only his size 12 feet were left unbound besides his head. Despite this, the material seemed thin enough to make the bound figure jump and thrash as the tall, white-haired man between him and Linhardt traced a finger down his stomach.
"Oh Itsuki, don't you look snug. My, my, why didn't I think of wrapping my toys up like this sooner? You're just so handsomely helpless. Why, I could leave you like this for days and you couldn't do a thing about it. What would you do if your King did that?"
"Ppphhmm! Mmmhmm!"
The horned, statuesque man teased a finger up to Itsuki's neck before reaching over and scooping a hand around Linhardt to pull him closer as the scholar had tried to wiggle away.
"Oh don't worry, your King would never do that to you...but he might be quite distracted with the new knowledge-seeker in his bed."
Fairy-King Freyr traced a finger along Linhardt's smooth gag before teasing right beneath the trapped hero's nose and enjoying how he jiggled in his arms.
"Now, what promiscuous dreams were you having that could have brought you here?"
"Pphhmmm! Mmpph! Hmmm! Phhrrm!"
Linhardt bounced as the king kept his finger wagging beneath his nose in tune to an unheard melody. The lanky healer tried to turn his head away to block the access the giant King had to his ticklish nose. That just got him pulled even closer so that Freyr could give him a hard, open-handed slap on his belly. All the air in Linhardt's chest blew sharply through his nose and he gasped for air as Freyr rubbed the bright red handprint he'd left on his pretty tummy.
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"Ppphhmm! Hmmrp? Phhhm!?"
Freyr turned back to Itsuki and sat up so that he began rubbing the bound entertainer's thighs through the latex, drawing an appreciative purr out of the trapped bluenette. While that happened Linhardt's eyes desperately searched the room for any kind of information. He scooched away slowly from Freyr and towards the edge of the bed. Perhaps he could roll away once he was on the ground? Then he could get to mapping this castle for the Order. He heard strange noises from somewhere below the bed and peered over the edge before rolling off. His eyes widened as he saw that surrounding the bed was a sea of wicked pairs of red lips.
They smacked and smooched at nothing endlessly, and the very thought of them on his skin made Linhardt unconsciously start scooching back to safety on the bed. A foot pressed against the bindings on his ankles suddenly held him still. The towering fairy king wrapped his arms around Linhardt and rested his chin on the healer's shoulder while releasing a contented yawn.
"And where are you going? Toys should stay in the places they are left, but if you'd like to go on an adventure then you shouldn't back down. Here, let me help you work up your courage."
The sultry ruler hooked his big toe into the bindings and forced Linhardt's helpless legs to move as he wished. The greenette could only let out a helpless "Mmmph!" as his wiggling feet were lowered down to the hungry floor. He jumped under Freyr as one pair of lips brushed his heel, then again when two more clamped onto his arch. He shook his head from side to side when two pecked his index toe from either side while the arch of his other foot got it as well. Freyr ran a reassuring hand down his stomach as Lin bounced and wiggled in his grip, all the kissing driving the scholar out of his skin as too many for him to count started to barrage his poor, frantic feet. No matter how he squirmed his soft soles about, he was trembling in Freyr's arms as one big foot kept his legs still and played a toe up and down his calves.
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When Freyr wrapped an arm around his stomach and fell back to drag Lin-Lin down with him to the bed he almost wanted to kiss his tormentor. He was so absolutely grateful to get his feet away from those sensations that he was shaking as Freyr turned back over to begin teasing Itsuki's neck as the entertainer "Ppphmm'd" happily at the attention. Linhardt tried to get as much air as he could without making any noise. However, his nose made a slight whistle at the work and that caught Freyr's attention once more.
Linhardt's eyes began to roll back as the fairy king stuck a finger deep in his captive's navel and began scratching about roughly in that little world there. Every once in a while the cruel king would add his thumb and give Linhardt's baby fat a hard pinch, making him yipe into his gag. He kept doing it as the act repeated over and over until finally a sneer formed on Freyr's lips. Linhardt caught another hard smack on his belly that made him wince and whine.
"Do try and keep it down. My Itsuki is trying to sleep and I don't want him woken up. Get that loud again and I'll just have to keep pinkening this pudgy belly of yours, my newest pillow boy."
Tears pricked up in the corners of Lin's eyes until Freyr's fingers were introduced to his chest again. They skittered their way up from that faded handprint before alighting on his pink and puffy nipples again. They teased below them before starting to poke into the spongy flesh and flick around the nubs, making poor, poor Lin writhe and gasp into his gag at the stimulation and the occasional pinches on his ribs as well.
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"Phhhm! Mmmphm! Mmmpphter!"
The tied and trussed Itsuki wiggled and rolled over to nudge at Freyr's back. This earned an exhausted sigh from the tall king who gave Linhardt's pale tum another hard smack. While the Black Eagle was reeling and trying to jiggle the pain in his chub away Freyr turned to his other stuffed toy. He reached down and took Itsuki by the ankles to put the bound CEO's feet in his lap. He began plucking at the Fortuna leader's toes with tweaks and pinches in equal forms as the latex-bound prisoner wiggled in joy.
Linhardt tried to roll away again in desperation but had to let out a pained whine into his gag as he rolled right onto his traitorous penis which hadn't gone down since his awakening in this lascivious daydream. Linhardt moaned into his gag as for a second he'd thought he'd broken it. The noise caught Freyr's attention who once again pinkened the greenette's belly and then stuffed a rough thumb into his navel as he winced.
"Silly boy, where do you think you're going? Now that my Itsuki is awake he needs something to do while you and I play."
Lin couldn't speak through his tape gag but if he could it would have been nothing but giggles as Freyr's thumb swirled about in his navel. Lin was too busy trying to wiggle away from it all to notice Freyr dragging Itsuki's restrained ankles over. He propped them up on Linhardt's lap and arranged them juuuust right for Aoi's questing toes to occupy themselves with his aching member.
"Mmmp? MPPHH!"
"Hhrmmph! Ghhmphster!"
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Itsuki started rubbing his soles along Lin's erect manhood while the Bishop went mad. This kept him busy while Freyr went down to the foot of the bed and further positioned his pet entertainer. He put Itsuki's head so that he was using the tape around Linhardt's ankles as a pillow before removing the gag over the Heroes mouth and seizing him by the back of the head. Before Itsuki could say a word he pushed his face into Linhardt's size 11 sole and began happily smooching away at random parts of the creamy flesh.
Linhardt moaned into his gag and flushed at the two-pronged attack from the mummified performer, the latter roughly jerking the former’s cock between his athletic feet while cute lips pecked up and down the milky soles in alternating patterns. Itsuki kissed his way up and down Lin's left foot in a grid-shaped pattern as if he was looking to yell out "Got your battleship~" when he yiped, while Lin's right foot had to endure Itsuki starting in the dead center before spiraling out in a swirl that had Lin's cheeks flushing with heat. He leaked a few drops of warm pre-cum on Itsuki's upturned soles and that just encouraged the young CEO to slow down a bit to make Lin-Lin savor this.
Linhardt still came hard despite Itsuki's attempt to slow down, and the hot cum made the blue boy in bondage shudder as he felt on his soles. Still, he was a well-trained bed boy of Freyr so when Linhardt managed to crane his head to look down all he saw was Itsuki's tight rear bouncing as he kept going in the rhythm he'd come up with. Lin's cock never even softened as he felt himself drifting into that same rhythm.
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One more hard slap on his belly brought Lin right out of that happy yet sticky bliss as Freyr reminded him whose bed this was. The King propped the tied Linhardt up so as to lay him atop his robes with his sweating head now resting in Freyr's lap. The King's bare feet were on either side of Linhardt now in a way that had he not been bound he wasn't sure he would be able to resist reaching out and grabbing hold of them. Despite his height and regal bearing, the King had deceptively small feet. They looked quite smaller than Lin's own, and as Freyr reassuringly rubbed his rosy and achy stomach with one while reaching for something that he couldn't quite see, two scenarios flashed through the tired healer’s mind.
In one, King Freyr smirked with his chin in his hands as Linhardt ran his long fingers down those petite and noble soles, doing his best to pleasure them in a sensual massage. In the other, Linhardt was clad in a green latex outfit to match Itsuki's, tightly tied so that he couldn't twitch even slightly as his toe-tied soles were ravaged by Freyr's bubbly toes stroking up and down his own. The last detail in that scenario he was able to pick out was that, once again, his hair tie was looped between his big toes and somehow that image made his whole body flush.
Though perhaps that reaction was due more to the pair of large and stiff feathers that Freyr had introduced to Linhardt's helpless nipples. His eyes bulged as he was again driven into distressed giggles by feathers on his puffy nubs, but the difference in texture was striking. When Freyja had used the feathers they were fluffy enough that Linhardt had been blushy with nonstop giggles. Freyr's however were so stiff and rough that Lin was once more gasping into his gag at the sensations. He shook his head frantically to signal that he did not like this at all.
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"Oh? Are my toy’s nipples not enjoying these stiff peacock feathers his King has? Are they not soft enough for my sleepy boy? Maybe they should go somewhere else? Nod if your nipples have had enough my poor boy."
Linhardt nodded frantically at Freyr's command before wincing as he caught another slap upon his belly. It ached even more now and he almost jumped high enough to buck Itsuki off with this latest slap. The fuckboi of Fortuna hung on though, hungrily lapping his tongue along Linhardt's heels thinking that his time might be cut short. Between that and the way that Freyr's feathers were now teasing themselves along the tender part of his belly, Lin was twitching and breathing frantically. Freyr stood them up on his belly and twirled them about as the Hevring boy gasped and shook.
"Is that better for my poor bed-bunny? Hmm, is that still not to your liking?"
"Mmmpp! Hmmmgh! Hmmmpplhnm!"
Linhardt frantically shook his head once more as Freyr smiled down at him. The feathers stayed twirling but now started on a path up the skinny boy's chest. He thought for a second they were heading back to his nipples, but the twink had to close his eyes as Itsuki coaxed a second climax out of the red-hot Mt. Hevring. The Mirage user’s new training showed as he swirled his big toe around the head of Linhardt's cock until a fresh shot of happiness came splashing on his sole.
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Linhardt's eyes flew open at the feeling of the feathers on his neck. He was confused for a minute at where they were heading before a realization hit him. He wriggled frantically as the feathers spun about and adopted a pose like daggers while they got closer, closer, and closer to his absolute worst spot. Freyr had to close his legs tight to keep the usually sleepy tallboy still since he was now so full of energy. When the feathers entered Linhardt's ears, the reaction was that of a man being electrocuted. He tried to sit up to get away but Freyr kept him pinned all comfy.
"MMMMPHHA! HMMMPPPHMMM! AHMMNPHN! NNNHHMP! MMHHMFFM!"
"Well look at all this energy now! Why, does somebody want me to stop tickling his adorable ears?"
Linhardt was bucking and "Mmph!" -ing like wild but the feathers were chasing his ears when he tried to turn away, so that it looked like the flushed scholar was shaking his head furiously. Freyr swished the feathers around behind Linhardt's ears and drool started to drip down from under his gag. He shot another load into Itsuki's waiting soles but nothing slowed at all. If anything, Freyr stuffed the feathers in deeper and started twirling them as spots began to develop in Lin's vision.
"Why, this is your dream after all. Why would anything happen here that you didn't want? Did you want a map? Well, I'll give it to you my tasty little ear-slut. I'll even let you go! Do you want that?"
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The feathers went deep enough into Lin's ears that he jumped. He shook his head furiously to try and escape one only for the other to chase him in the other direction. His face was red and hot enough now that he felt like you could fry an egg on it.
"You don't? Oh come now, I promise that I won't chase you. You can go freely. I'll even put your happy, sleepy head right outside your castle. Do you not want that?"
This time one feather spun about so that its quill could be introduced to the back of Linny's ear, and he predictably attempted to turn away only to have a concentrated feathering catching the earlobe of his other side as once more he shook his head to the offer for freedom. He was getting dizzy due to lack of air and finding it harder and harder to not lay here and be ravaged.
"Oh? Well what if I make you a promise? You can leave for now but if you're brought back here again we'll give you some real fun and you'll never be able to leave. Do we have a deal?"
Freyr's feathers withdrew from Lin's bright red ears and this time attacked new targets. One teased the bridge of his nose while the other gitchied away beneath his chin. Linhardt nodded his head just as Freyr wanted and--
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"GAAAAAUHHH NO MOOHOHORE! STAHAHAP! NAHAHAHT MAHAHA EAHAHARSIES-wha?"
The sun would have been described as giving a pleasant, noon-time warmth by anyone else. Those people had not suddenly woken from being absolutely tickle-destroyed in their dreams, however. Linhardt shielded his eyes from what to him felt like wyvern fire. He looked over the horrid state he was in. His socks were gone, his robes had been pulled down past his waist so that now his cock was out as well. His chest was sticky with what he could only surmise were each and every one of the loads he had thought Itsuki's feet had been the receptacles for. His belly still ached from Freyr's games of pink-belly, and his head was sore from choking on his own mad and frantic laughter.
He took in Castle Askr, and at least for all the other games Freyr played, it couldn't be said he was a liar. Linhardt stood up in his ruined state before waving his arms comically and then eating dirt. He looked down and saw that his big toes were still tied together. With his hair tie. AGAIN! He let out a quite uncharacteristic grunt of frustration at the reusing of old material before a noise caught his attention. It sounded like heavily armored footsteps but much faster than any knight he knew. He peered into the distance at a fast-approaching figure and paled.
Prince Otr safely wedged into his Seidjarn was riding hard with an unmistakable target in his mind. The sullen Nidvallir was pumping the controls of his mech and speeding it up as Linhardt frantically tried to undo the ribbon between his toes and get to his bare feet to try and escape into the Castle. He noticed something as Otr got closer and ever closer. His steed had a pair of passengers sitting upon its back: a pair of butterfly winged Dokkalfheimr he recognized.
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Linhardt had never been one for physical activity at all, so his attempt to run as fast as he could was still not much more than a brisk jog. It was almost comical as the fast-moving machine of Otr's came ripping through the meadow and cut him off easily. He tried to turn and run only to trip and fall on his face as Triandra cast a spell.
He looked down to see his big toes tied once more by his ribbon and the last thing he squeaked out before Otr caught him was an exasperated "Dammit!" as he got to his knees. Otr's machine opened wide, and before Linhardt could move there was a loving seat waiting that scooped him right off the ground. The machine worked quickly to use clamps to keep Linhardt trapped in a kneeling position. He was lost in a sea of changing gears until only his helpless and still toe-tied feet stuck out to onlookers, protruding like a pale pair of hood ornaments for Triandra to admire.
Plumeria fluttered into Castle Askr to catch herself an extra scared hero while Linhardt's eyes adjusted to where he was now finding himself. The cleric pulled and twisted but couldn't move any part of his body below his chin which protruded into Otr's pilot suite within the machine.
"I won’t lie...this is fascinating, and while I would so love to learn how it oper-MMmmrrphmmm?!"
Linhardt's sassy attempt at negotiation was cut off by Fafnir's younger brother simply smothering the man's face with his clean and soft size 15's. Linhardt tried to talk and turn away but found he could do nothing but muffle himself with the meaty soles on his face. Otr occasionally snickered at the feeling of the cleric's teeth and lips as he tried to force him to let him go, but he sucked it up and kept them there until Linhardt's struggling stopped completely.
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"There. Now, will you be good?"
"Mmph-hmm."
"Very well. And you'll speak only when spoken too?"
"Yefffh."
"Such a good boy. King Freyr is so looking forward to having you delivered back to his bedchambers. He said to tell you that you'll be receiving quite the earful."
"Mmmnph? Nnhhhmmm?! Mnmmthpn bffn thhmmmp! Nmnnpphn!"
Linhardt visibly panicked and tried to pull at his bonds, but the Seidjarn of Otr's was sturdy enough to contain Surtr himself, let alone a thin rail of a cleric who hadn't spent 6 straight hours awake since he was in boy-shorts. Otr rolled his eyes and simply pressed his feet even more sturdily upon Linhardt's captive face until he calmed down.
"Pathetic. Have you gotten that out of your system now? Whether you like it or not you are my prisoner. I have, however, heard tell of your map and it interests me. I'm intrigued by the prospect of safely navigating Castle Muspel without running into that blasted Nott."
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Otr took his feet off of Linhardt's face and the gasping bishop was finally allowed a look around at the gloomy warrior's cockpit. The diminutive cavalrymen beamed with pride at the various technological displays the scholar would have no hope to understand before he realized that the lad was chewing his lip with his eyes clenched shut.
"Nnnn-no, st-stahap th-that!"
Otr investigated the exterior cameras of his mech and found the culprit. A bored Triandra had untied Linhardt's big toes and was now flossing them with his pesky ribbon. Otr took hold of the microphone for his war machine and warned her off saying this was his prey. Triandra stuck her tongue out at him before flittering away to help Plumeria with a struggling redhead she was pulling from the window.
"There we go. Now would you be willing to share that map of yours? How much do you actually have so far?"
"No-nothing. I quite underestimated the ability your forces had to distr-Hmmp!?"
Otr fell back in a sigh and once more smothered Lin's captive face with his feet. He bit his knuckle and slammed a control to punish the skinny cleric for wasting his time. A pair of mechanical arms emerged from the outer part of his machine and brought with them fast-spinning brushes. They paused with them mere inches from Linhardt's helpless soles as Otr removed his feet and showed this all to Linhardt on one of his various monitors.
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"I should simply turn you into a blubbering mess and deliver you to Freyr as I was asked to, if not out of courteousness then simply because of how you wasted my time. I will give you one more chance to show that you have something worthwhile to tell me, so that we don't just spend our march back to Castle Muspel singing along to the sound of your brains leaking out your ears."
"Gahh, when you phrase it like that you make yourself seem quite scared of this Nott woman. If either way I'm doomed to an existence of coochie-coochie-based horrors then I might as well doom you to an existence of it as well."
Otr snarled and flipped a switch setting the brushes to Linny's helpless pies.
"Oh drat-GAHAHA AHAHAHA DAAHHAAMMIT IT TIHIHICKLES!"
Not at all appreciating the manner in which he'd just been talked to, the Nidvallin prince leaned forward on his stomach and produced a feather. He adopted an idle pose of kicking his bare feet through the air behind him as he began twirling that feather up the red-cheeked Linhardt's nose to add to his torment.
"BAHAHAHA GAHAHAHWD THAHAHT'S RUHUHUHUUUDE! STAHAHAP THIS AAHAHT OOHONCE! SEEHEEIROS SAHAHAVE MEEEHEE!"
"Hmmph praying to goddesses is an odd quirk here. The last I'd heard, that Edelgard woman was planning a special set of stocks for that one and several others. Well, after she finishes with her "lion tamer" act of course."
Otr saw a tear rolling down Linhardt's cheek and busied himself with using the feather to try and fluff it over into the healer's wide-open mouth. He teased it along the greenette's flushed red cheeks as his mech started plodding a path back to Muspel. They were joined shortly by the fairies who were both cooing over a red-faced mage they'd scooped right from his bed in Askr.
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"Oooh! Ewan, the three of us are going to have such fun!"
"Those bad dreams of yours are finally going to come true and we'll get to watch it!"
Otr rolled his eyes at the display the two were putting on with the teasing of the scared mage before flicking off the sound for his exterior cameras. He'd grown bored with the feathering of Lin's face and had put the foot brushing on break. He had a new plan now. He rolled over and took a position behind the trapped head of Linhardt that made the bishop nervous.
Suddenly the trapped Black Eagle found his face sandwiched between Otr's massive feet. He flushed as he felt the mech pilot's long toes start dancing up his cheeks and suspected where they were going.
"No! Nonono please! A-anywhere but there! I've ch-changed my mind I'll give you a map! I'll betray my friends! Anything but theEHEHEHEH AHAHAHA NAHAHT MAHAH EAAHAARS! STOP STAHAP STAHAHP! IT’S TOOHOO TIIIHICKLISH!"
"Hmmph. You’re useless to me for information so why shouldn't I let my toes dance in your ears for entertainment? Any info you know about your friends will easily be given to Surtr. The only thing I cared about is something you don't have, so you might as well just laugh for me while I cool my soles before Nott gets me."
"PFAHAHAHA NOOHOO! PLEEEHEEASE! I'LL TEHEHELL YOU WHAHAHTEVER YOU WAHAHANT! MEHEHERCY! NAHAHAT-NAHAHAT-NAHAHAT THE EEEAHAHRS! SAHAHAVE ME CAHAHSPAR!"
Otr's toes danced with Linhardt's ticklish ears clasped between them. Some played inside the cups. Others scratched behind them. The effect was the same as the shrieking Linhardt begged for mercy. Just for a bit of variety, Otr used his hands to brush the cleric's long hair up over his head to allow him to use his fingers to tickle the back of the man's long and elegant neck. If he wasn't currently having the most ticklish part of his entire being footsied roughly then Linhardt might have actually enjoyed the sensations. Instead, he could only wheeze and bark laughter as Otr's mech marched him back to a long and "happy" life in Castle Muspel.
"Gahahaha! Stahahap! Nahaht the eahahars! Pleeeheeasse stahahap! Nohoohoo! HAHAHAHLP! SOHOHOMEBOHODY HEHEHELP MEHEEE IT TIHIHICKLES! MAHAHAHKE IT STAHAHAP! HEHEHEHLP ME!"
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"Hmmph, I will admit it to you, Miss Nott. This one is a fine new pet. I can see why Freyr is so fond of him. You more than earned some time with your prize."
Nott smiled and nodded at King Surtr's words before pressing her lips back to the flushed soles of her prize. Otr struggled with his gag as the ribbons that the Jotun had used to mummify him kept him still as he hung upside down in her arms. The strong princess started to use her teeth as he begged into the ribbon in his teeth but now she had permission to enjoy her reward.
Linhardt's blue eyes were glazed and loopy through the tears that leaked from them. He'd been roughly woken from a delightful dream in Freyr's bed where in his dream-y master and his wicked sister were both running their delightful tongues along their new favorite boy-toy's ears to come here and draw yet another map for Surtr. While the king kept the long-legged layabout in his lap and slowly dragged an incredibly stiff feather along his pink and ticklish asshole, he carried on with his work. His thumbs were bound together with a familiar ribbon as he worked to put a pen to paper. He'd drawn a man on the paper whose tall frame he knew from his world but the other maps he'd drawn before were of others he barely knew. The paper had the name "SYLVAIN" on it but he knew before he would get to go back to the soft and sleepy tickles he'd be expected to fill this one, Claude, Ferdinand, and Felix out with all the tickle spots he'd discovered in his extensive "research"
"I cohohould be nahahapping-GAAHAHAHA NAHAHT THE EAHAHRS MAHAHASTER!"
"Leave it alone.”
"I simply wish to know more—"
"You don't, now drop it. Just keep your allies healed so it doesn't happen to them, and they can keep it from happening to you."
Ike strode away from Linhardt with a determined look, leaving the tall cleric pouting and mumbling to himself.
"Foolish, how can anybody be happy not knowing about anything? Can what's happening to them truly be so horrible that even knowledge isn't an advantage."
Ike's words gelled with what he'd been told by others; much friendlier than others to be honest. When he'd asked Raven what it had been like to be trapped inside that castle as a slave to sexual fetishes, the man had slammed him against a wall and squeezed his ribs for a solid hour. If it hadn't been for Raphael and Seteth's intervention he would have probably ripped the healer's shoes off and shown him why he couldn't have saved Lucius as well.
"Eir would have made him tickle himself harder than I ever could!" he yelled as he was dragged away.
Linhardt retired to his room to reconcile what Ike had told him about plants with what he'd already pieced together about that castle. This new knowledge about a garden was quite enlightening. He now knew of several different areas of the castle and could roughly place them in a map of the structure and its surrounding areas. The stronghold had several methods of taking in captured Heroes, but he knew of no reliable methods to get people out.
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When the scholar brought this up with other members of the Order of Heroes, they'd all seemed eager enough. After all, everyone at this point had a friend or an ally who now spent their days trapped in that castle howling in ticklish agony. A map of the building that housed so many prisoners would be invaluable to them for an eventual frontal assault to save their friends. The attitudes towards that had soured when he'd further elaborated on his plan. From his perspective, it stood to reason that the best way to map out the keep would be from the inside.
Consequently, somebody would need to let themselves be captured and slip out a map before they succumbed to the castle's various "pleasures". He'd never expected anybody to do so besides himself, but even with his own sacrifice planned out it had instantly deflated any interest that the others might have in his strategy. For some reason, they all had zero confidence in him accomplishing anything but being a new pair of shoes to hang on the wall.
That particular phrase from Raven had stuck with him, especially since he'd noticed how the mercenary now went barefoot since his escape. He'd asked about the others in the Castle Muspel who were tickle thirsty and had gotten various answers about them. Eventually, he'd realized there was no way to find out more but to do it himself. He'd have to take a much more “hands-on" approach. For some reason the mere thought made Linhardt's elegant toes curl in his shoes. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity at the reflex from his body that had come quite without his permission. He'd never thought much of tickling in Fodlan besides a thing that Caspar would do as a kind of mischief when he caught him napping but now here in Zenith his body feared it subconsciously? Quite interesting...
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He looked about carefully before ducking into Commander Anna's former room. The businesswoman had vanished one night alongside the boorish Narcian, and sure enough the general's expensive riding boots, as well as her fluffy boots from the Order of Heroes uniforms, had shown up hanging from the wall of Castle Muspel soon enough after. The line of shoes hanging from one of the parapets had always seemed interesting to Linhardt. He wondered to himself which of the Lords of that castle tended to that.
The mirror in the room was covered with a sheet which he supposed was for the best. He'd discovered exactly how it had been integral in the abduction of Narcian and Anna. The Order had attempted to smash it but that had only led to Ms. Charlotte being sucked into it before being able to accomplish that. They'd simply optioned to cover it and seal the room off, but to Lin it seemed like a good enough place as any to test a hypothesis.
He sat down heavily on the bed prompting a loud squeak from the springs. He faced the mirror and immediately noticed that it wasn't covered as it was supposed to be.
"Ahhh were you expecting me? Excellent, we can begin!"
Linhardt put his leg up on the bed and quickly slipped off his boot, tossing it to the side. He showed his socked sole to the mirror until he was staring right at it himself. He frowned at how thin the cotton material was, why when he wiggled his toes he could see each and every part of his foot through the cloth. The cleric expected something to happen but was disappointed when nothing seemed to change. He ruminated over this for a second before an idea popped into his clever mind. He got up off the bed and went to retrieve his discarded footwear and placed it right by the sinister mirror.
"I had almost forgotten that one of you likes to collect these."
Linhardt adopted a quizzical pose and then shed the other boot before placing it neatly beside the other.
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He made sure once more that he was alone in the room before excitedly skipping back to the bed and sitting heavily once more on it, earning another worried squeak from the ignored old springs as well as a creak from the old wood. He once again showed his socked sole to the reflection and this time threw in an enticing toe wiggle to sweeten the bait. He waited for a minute but when nothing happened again he pouted a bit. This time he brought his other foot up onto the bed and linked his arms behind his knees to better show them off to the mirror and hopefully lure out whoever hid inside it.
The lanky bookworm even tried giving a flirty smile to the mirror in an effort to entice it but got no reaction save for his own. In fact, the “him” in the mirror yawned in response to his efforts earning an unhappy frown from the actual Hevring Heir. He considered what to do when the being in his reflection was not actually ignoring him but actively teasing him. He stretched as he quit his attempt at a seductive pose and went to consult his notebook. His eyebrows arched in surprise when he found the book gone from its place on the bed next to him. He looked about for it thinking it had perhaps fallen to the dusty floor of the abandoned bedroom but saw no signs of it.
Movement in the mirror caught his eyes and they widened at the sight. The Linhardt in the mirror was lying on his stomach and idly kicking his socked feet back and forth above his head as he flipped through the pages of Lin's missing notebook. He seemed engrossed with the pages but the greenette in the mirror had the trademark droopy eyelids of somebody yearning for their nap. They perked up as they took in whatever was on the next page, however. Linhardt scooched to the edge of the bed and craned his neck to try and see what the doppelganger was so interested in before breaking out in a crimson blush.
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The man in the mirror returned his blush as he looked over the two pages where Linhardt had made his silly scribbles. It had been a night where he couldn't sleep back in Garreg Mach when the mood had taken him. He'd slipped out of his night socks, knelt on his bed, and used his own reflection to sketch over his shoulder until he'd done it. The Linhardt in the mirror giggled as he looked at the two pages where the silly cleric had drawn his own soles down to the slightest detail. He clapped his hands sardonically and Linhardt could feel his blush deepen.
"So, perhaps now we could talk? I'm very interested in how you're doing this and what limits this trick of yours has. Why am I still in Askr? Am I already doomed to a life of fluffy tortures?"
The Lin in the mirror simply shrugged and set his head down on the bed next to the book. He stuck one hand in the air and pointed a finger at the real sleepy scholar, only deepening the latter’s confusion. The illusion then swished the finger along the page of the book and prompted a curious sensation in the real Hevring.
"Heh, heheheh, hmmm whahat's this?"
Linhardt could feel the finger gliding quickly along his own pink soles beneath his socks and it was making him break out into light giggles.
"Hohohow interesting! I can feeheel your touch as if you pehehersonally have my feeheet at your mercy—OOOH NAHAT THE TOES!"
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Evil Lin showed no signs of caring or even hearing what good Lin was saying, and he continued idly swiping his finger up and down the page while the tall greenette tried to hold back his tittering and squirmed about on the bed. The mirror man stifled a yawn, which of course infected Linhardt with an even bigger one. His blue eyes closed as he stretched and covered his mouth, though he did notice that the finger pokes on his sole had stopped.
When he looked at the mirror again he saw that the Linhardt in its impression had progressed to the point where he was now, of course, asleep. The dozy boy had his cheek pressed to one page of the book and Linhardt could feel its warmth on one of his soles. It distracted him as he tried to figure out the magic being used here until he noticed words on paper in the mirror.
"Don't get off the bed, or else."
Linhardt then noticed something else in the reflected world of the mirror: hands frantically and hungrily reaching out from beneath the bed. They didn't seem to be accomplishing anything but just their presence made him nervous all the same.
He peered down from the bed he sat upon and saw no signs of them here in his world, but he still had no desire to place his bared feet in range of where they could get them. Wait...where had his socks gone?
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The sensation of something hot and slimy now traveling up his sole made Linhardt totally lose that train of thought, dropping the red-faced scholar in a heap of hot-faced giggles. If he'd actually looked at the cheeky version of him in the mirror, he would have seen the fate of his cotton footwear. One was clutched between the doppelganger's hands as he slept the day away and the other poked between his legs. The makeshift staff-hood bounced occasionally as the slumbering Linhardt twitched in his nap. The real LinLin however was far more interested in how the other's tongue was sticking out while he slept and ravaging the page of the book he wasn't using as a pillow.
Linhardt clenched his teeth as he felt that wet tongue slither up and down his sole, grasping at his ankle as if he could try and choke out the sensation. The mirror monster's tongue had traveled up to start licking about his toes and that somehow translated to Linhardt feeling the phantom tongue sneaking its way between his slender digits. This drove the bishop wild and he started bucking about on the bed until he finally bounced right off of it and onto the ground in a heap, causing the lickles to stop suddenly as he bumped his head.
He rubbed his head for a second before he realized what just happened. He looked up at the mirror to see both blue eyes of his doppelganger gazing at him and wagging a finger. Before Linhardt could do anything, rough and strong hands seized him by the ankles and dragged him partway under the bed. He tried to resist but felt a hand press on the top of his head to pin his chin to the floor before the mirror. More hands of all kinds began squeezing, kneading, and poking all along the parts of him under the bed. Nails with wickedly manicured fingernails scratched along his butt beneath his robes. Calloused hands kneaded his hips and tweaked the ticklish skin around the bones. Small, childish hands plucked at each and every one of his toes to pull them apart and allow sticky fingers to play in-between them.
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Linhardt's own hands balled into fists and began pounding on the floor in hysterical agony as his knees were added to zones being ticklishly wrecked. He looked up at the mirror and saw that, while the Linhardt in the mirror seemed persistently apathetic, the drastic changes in his consciousness and scenery were all too apparent. The top half of his school robes had been pulled down so that the young man's birdy chest was out in full display now down to below his cute navel. The bed had vanished as now the cleric had his arms chained above his head in a large "V". In addition, a piece of clean, white tape had been placed over his mouth to compliment the situation of him now being stood up on a leaning medical table as if he was an experiment. Despite all of this, the copy of the twenty-three-year-old looked no more interested in the proceedings than before.
Two more figures had stepped into the scene displayed in the mirror who also shared Linhardt's appearance. The new pair teased fingers down the Gaggedhardt's neck and made the real one feel their manicured nails as if he were there with them. The young man let out a squeal as he could now feel lips and tongues pecking at his plush size 11 soles beneath the bed. He attempted to pull himself free of that tickle hell but got an adverse reaction. The rough hands on his ankles began pulling again to try and yank more of him under that bed, which he very much did not want. He grabbed a fistful of carpet and held on for dear life while the various Linhardts in the mirror looked on in morbid interest.
The two free ones produced a pair of feather dusters that made Lin sweat as they slowly brought them towards the puffy pink nipples of the mirror-Linhardt they had hostage. Linhardt's eyes bulged as any attempts to communicate with these things were thwarted. As he tried to choke out a desperate "Please don't!" all he managed to get out was a strained "Mmmph!" as the gag in the mirror now translated the same way as the tickles. Speaking of those, the feather dusters started fluffing, puffing, and stuffing his poor, ticklish nipples and made the greenette groan and giggle. Eventually his grip loosened and he was dragged further beneath the bed frame. He was roughly flipped onto his back, and now even more hands began kneading the bit of baby fat on the tall lad's stomach while a long-nailed finger started scritching about in his navel.
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If Lin hadn't gotten his arms up to catch the bed by the legs he would have been dragged into the darkness, but as it was he had at least assured safety for himself above his green-tufted pitties. A great blob of white entered the bizarre spectacle playing out in the mirror, and as Linhardt's eyes fixed upon it he realized this shape was a massive goat. It strode in and towered over the scene, completely ignoring the bouncing doppleganger on the table whose nips were getting dusted roughly. Instead, it looked directly at the struggling Linhardt beyond the mirror before it craned its neck downwards and protruded a massive tongue. Lin-Lin felt himself going mad as it roughly licked behind the ears of his double in the mirror. He'd winced when he'd first seen that tongue as he knew full well what a goat's tongue was like and was fully expecting a much more painful experience. The scholar might have pondered on how its texture felt to that of a human’s tongue, but unfortunately the most ticklish spot on his body since he was a boy was being played with and it was driving him up a wall.
He didn't know how the goat could have known his absolute worst spot, but it only took three licks there to get him tearing up. When it gave the tip of his ear a hard nibble that was it; he lost his grip completely and was harshly dragged under the bed. Everything went still for a second besides the nonstop sensation of that goat lapping at his ear. That was all it took though to have the calm scholar in a sweaty mess, however, with each lap up his sensitive ear leaving him gasping for air and seeing stars. Even as other torments besot his body in the inky blackness, all he could think of was his poor, ticklish ears.
His toes were pried open and fuzzy floss wound around them for a rough smushing, but even that couldn’t trump the teeth ravaging his earlobe. His arms were pulled above his head and metal spurs ran up and down his muscleless pits, but it was the tongue slobbering roughly behind the ridge of his ear that had his eyes rolling back in their sockets. His belly was being absolutely ruined by dozens of quills scribbling "TALL DRINK OF TICKLE BITCH", " GIGGLY, LONG-NECKED NERD WITH A SQUEEZABLE ASS" and "PROPERTY OF CASPAR, HE LIKES THE DARK MEAT", as well as other derogatory terms regarding his sensitivity...but all Linhardt could think about was how his entire body would shiver when the goat would blow hot air down his ear canal.
Lin’s cock felt like it was going to explode but one of those damn hands was squeezing his shaft tightly enough to block any leaks. He kicked his legs and whined like an animal in heat but could get no relief no matter what kind of desperate promises he made. Friends he'd betray, allies he'd attack, information he was willing to divulge; anything to have his ears left alone and just be allowed to cum. When the great, magical goat finally let his chewable ears be, he was a quivering wreck. His cock was released and immediately erupted like a warm fountain, a direct contrast to how his exhausted body was so still he seemed to have lost his soul. He laid there in a sweaty pool of his green hair which had come untied in all his thrashing and gasping for air.
He hadn't at all expected that accursed goat tongue to come back for more, but sure enough it started lapping up his wilting cock again until it stood at attention once more and gave another little show. It kept this unimpeded as Linhardt had no energy left to move and even less energy to resist as he sprayed load after load up the magical beast's snout. Eventually, he couldn't beg anymore, then he couldn't whine, and finally he couldn't breathe. His eyes fluttered shut as he lost consciousness, but at least his plan was a success...
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...Or so Linhardt had thought. He woke up with a start some time later, still in the abandoned room. The mirror had been covered back up, and hanging from the top of it were his lost socks. Somebody had not only put him back atop the bed but even tucked him under the sheets as well. His pale size 11's poked out the bottom of the covers however and caused him to wince as he recognized the ribbon used to tie his big toes together. He flushed at the sight of it and, sure enough, now felt his unrestrained green hair pooling beneath his head and along his shoulders.
He contemplated just staying here like this until the mirror beast came back for him. After all, this was a perfect pose for it. A bit of a stretch was what he felt needed first. Tossing the covers to the side he noted that the top half of his robes had been ripped away and saw no signs of it anywhere like the socks. Further inventory-taking revealed that his shoes must have disappeared down that same hole. A bit of red caught his attention on his soles while he retrieved his hair tie. He examined the still-flushed sole and found writing stating "NICE TRY, BUT NOT INTERESTED. -FREYJA" along his tender footsie. The Queen of Nightmares had even left a red kiss mark under her signature which made Linhardt sigh at the unnecessary theatrics.
He shuffled off back to his room to gather his thoughts and come up with a new idea. Perhaps there was something to how he'd been rejected? Maybe the other heroes could use this to keep themselves out of the villain's trophy collections? He needed more research data, and to get it he'd need to stage another encounter. The others had warned him of sleeping with thoughts of tickles in his head lest the King of Dreams catch him, but that had seemed downright silly to him before. Now, in light of recent events, this presented a new idea for the curious cleric.
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He closed the door to his room and locked it behind himself so as to prevent being disturbed, or worse "rescued". Sitting heavily upon the bed he thought of nothing but tickles as he tried to doze off, but for once in his life he actually found it hard to sleep. He thought to himself about how to do this before an idea popped into his addled mind, an absolutely filthy one but an idea nonetheless. Linhardt undid his trousers to allow the other green-haired tall boy out into the cold air of the room. He then relieved one of his feet of its sock and wiggled his toes, and as he tried to think of what to do next an odd voice in his head chimed in with an idea.
Linhardt thought on it for but a second before deciding to do it. It seemed like a comfortable way to sleep and he would like that to come with him into the dream. The sage slipped his freshly laundered cotton sock over the head of his penis like a hood before clenching it between his thin fingers. He looked about for his feather quill and began teasing its plume along the top of his own tender foot. He wanted to pretend this tickled, but even as his mind raced with utter lewdness left behind by Dokkalf magic he couldn't act as if self-tickling was truly doing anything. He did at least savor the soft feeling of the feather as he flittered it between his toes and down his sole.
His breath hitched as he added the stroking of his sock over his manhood to this tantric equation as well. He wiggled his toes as if he was actually trying to escape this and giggled under his breath at the ridiculousness of this. Thank Seiros he had locked the door, he thought as his back arched when he caught the feather between his toes and clamped them down. If somebody walked in on him masturbating into his own sock while tickling his foot in a mad lust then he would just--
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Lin's blue eyes shot open suddenly to darkness. He looked about above him but saw nothing aside from endless darkness. His entire world had changed so abruptly that he thought this could be nothing but a dream, but had sleep ever taken him this violently before? He slowly grew aware of a massive shape in the bed with him and another shape struggling with it.
"Phhmm? Mpmh hmmp?!"
His attempt at speech was cut off by the very sock he'd just been lewdly using that now found itself stuck in his mouth. He could taste his own pre-cum on his tongue and was acutely aware now of a piece of tape placed over his lips to keep it right where it was. His wrists were bound behind his back so that the man was lying atop them. This not only kept him helpless but also pushed forward his bare chest in a provocative manner that made him blush furiously. His ankles were tied together with what felt to be tape as well, and they were done tightly but high enough that he could wave his feet back and forth.
"Phmm!? Hmmrpm phmm!"
"Phhhmmm! Hmhphm! Mmmphhster mhepphm!"
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The sound of another gagged victim in the bed caught Linhardt's attention. He craned his neck to catch a glimpse of a blue-haired youth tightly mummified in what seemed to be latex. A blindfold was over the lad's eyes and only his size 12 feet were left unbound besides his head. Despite this, the material seemed thin enough to make the bound figure jump and thrash as the tall, white-haired man between him and Linhardt traced a finger down his stomach.
"Oh Itsuki, don't you look snug. My, my, why didn't I think of wrapping my toys up like this sooner? You're just so handsomely helpless. Why, I could leave you like this for days and you couldn't do a thing about it. What would you do if your King did that?"
"Ppphhmm! Mmmhmm!"
The horned, statuesque man teased a finger up to Itsuki's neck before reaching over and scooping a hand around Linhardt to pull him closer as the scholar had tried to wiggle away.
"Oh don't worry, your King would never do that to you...but he might be quite distracted with the new knowledge-seeker in his bed."
Fairy-King Freyr traced a finger along Linhardt's smooth gag before teasing right beneath the trapped hero's nose and enjoying how he jiggled in his arms.
"Now, what promiscuous dreams were you having that could have brought you here?"
"Pphhmmm! Mmpph! Hmmm! Phhrrm!"
Linhardt bounced as the king kept his finger wagging beneath his nose in tune to an unheard melody. The lanky healer tried to turn his head away to block the access the giant King had to his ticklish nose. That just got him pulled even closer so that Freyr could give him a hard, open-handed slap on his belly. All the air in Linhardt's chest blew sharply through his nose and he gasped for air as Freyr rubbed the bright red handprint he'd left on his pretty tummy.
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"Ppphhmm! Hmmrp? Phhhm!?"
Freyr turned back to Itsuki and sat up so that he began rubbing the bound entertainer's thighs through the latex, drawing an appreciative purr out of the trapped bluenette. While that happened Linhardt's eyes desperately searched the room for any kind of information. He scooched away slowly from Freyr and towards the edge of the bed. Perhaps he could roll away once he was on the ground? Then he could get to mapping this castle for the Order. He heard strange noises from somewhere below the bed and peered over the edge before rolling off. His eyes widened as he saw that surrounding the bed was a sea of wicked pairs of red lips.
They smacked and smooched at nothing endlessly, and the very thought of them on his skin made Linhardt unconsciously start scooching back to safety on the bed. A foot pressed against the bindings on his ankles suddenly held him still. The towering fairy king wrapped his arms around Linhardt and rested his chin on the healer's shoulder while releasing a contented yawn.
"And where are you going? Toys should stay in the places they are left, but if you'd like to go on an adventure then you shouldn't back down. Here, let me help you work up your courage."
The sultry ruler hooked his big toe into the bindings and forced Linhardt's helpless legs to move as he wished. The greenette could only let out a helpless "Mmmph!" as his wiggling feet were lowered down to the hungry floor. He jumped under Freyr as one pair of lips brushed his heel, then again when two more clamped onto his arch. He shook his head from side to side when two pecked his index toe from either side while the arch of his other foot got it as well. Freyr ran a reassuring hand down his stomach as Lin bounced and wiggled in his grip, all the kissing driving the scholar out of his skin as too many for him to count started to barrage his poor, frantic feet. No matter how he squirmed his soft soles about, he was trembling in Freyr's arms as one big foot kept his legs still and played a toe up and down his calves.
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When Freyr wrapped an arm around his stomach and fell back to drag Lin-Lin down with him to the bed he almost wanted to kiss his tormentor. He was so absolutely grateful to get his feet away from those sensations that he was shaking as Freyr turned back over to begin teasing Itsuki's neck as the entertainer "Ppphmm'd" happily at the attention. Linhardt tried to get as much air as he could without making any noise. However, his nose made a slight whistle at the work and that caught Freyr's attention once more.
Linhardt's eyes began to roll back as the fairy king stuck a finger deep in his captive's navel and began scratching about roughly in that little world there. Every once in a while the cruel king would add his thumb and give Linhardt's baby fat a hard pinch, making him yipe into his gag. He kept doing it as the act repeated over and over until finally a sneer formed on Freyr's lips. Linhardt caught another hard smack on his belly that made him wince and whine.
"Do try and keep it down. My Itsuki is trying to sleep and I don't want him woken up. Get that loud again and I'll just have to keep pinkening this pudgy belly of yours, my newest pillow boy."
Tears pricked up in the corners of Lin's eyes until Freyr's fingers were introduced to his chest again. They skittered their way up from that faded handprint before alighting on his pink and puffy nipples again. They teased below them before starting to poke into the spongy flesh and flick around the nubs, making poor, poor Lin writhe and gasp into his gag at the stimulation and the occasional pinches on his ribs as well.
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"Phhhm! Mmmphm! Mmmpphter!"
The tied and trussed Itsuki wiggled and rolled over to nudge at Freyr's back. This earned an exhausted sigh from the tall king who gave Linhardt's pale tum another hard smack. While the Black Eagle was reeling and trying to jiggle the pain in his chub away Freyr turned to his other stuffed toy. He reached down and took Itsuki by the ankles to put the bound CEO's feet in his lap. He began plucking at the Fortuna leader's toes with tweaks and pinches in equal forms as the latex-bound prisoner wiggled in joy.
Linhardt tried to roll away again in desperation but had to let out a pained whine into his gag as he rolled right onto his traitorous penis which hadn't gone down since his awakening in this lascivious daydream. Linhardt moaned into his gag as for a second he'd thought he'd broken it. The noise caught Freyr's attention who once again pinkened the greenette's belly and then stuffed a rough thumb into his navel as he winced.
"Silly boy, where do you think you're going? Now that my Itsuki is awake he needs something to do while you and I play."
Lin couldn't speak through his tape gag but if he could it would have been nothing but giggles as Freyr's thumb swirled about in his navel. Lin was too busy trying to wiggle away from it all to notice Freyr dragging Itsuki's restrained ankles over. He propped them up on Linhardt's lap and arranged them juuuust right for Aoi's questing toes to occupy themselves with his aching member.
"Mmmp? MPPHH!"
"Hhrmmph! Ghhmphster!"
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Itsuki started rubbing his soles along Lin's erect manhood while the Bishop went mad. This kept him busy while Freyr went down to the foot of the bed and further positioned his pet entertainer. He put Itsuki's head so that he was using the tape around Linhardt's ankles as a pillow before removing the gag over the Heroes mouth and seizing him by the back of the head. Before Itsuki could say a word he pushed his face into Linhardt's size 11 sole and began happily smooching away at random parts of the creamy flesh.
Linhardt moaned into his gag and flushed at the two-pronged attack from the mummified performer, the latter roughly jerking the former’s cock between his athletic feet while cute lips pecked up and down the milky soles in alternating patterns. Itsuki kissed his way up and down Lin's left foot in a grid-shaped pattern as if he was looking to yell out "Got your battleship~" when he yiped, while Lin's right foot had to endure Itsuki starting in the dead center before spiraling out in a swirl that had Lin's cheeks flushing with heat. He leaked a few drops of warm pre-cum on Itsuki's upturned soles and that just encouraged the young CEO to slow down a bit to make Lin-Lin savor this.
Linhardt still came hard despite Itsuki's attempt to slow down, and the hot cum made the blue boy in bondage shudder as he felt on his soles. Still, he was a well-trained bed boy of Freyr so when Linhardt managed to crane his head to look down all he saw was Itsuki's tight rear bouncing as he kept going in the rhythm he'd come up with. Lin's cock never even softened as he felt himself drifting into that same rhythm.
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One more hard slap on his belly brought Lin right out of that happy yet sticky bliss as Freyr reminded him whose bed this was. The King propped the tied Linhardt up so as to lay him atop his robes with his sweating head now resting in Freyr's lap. The King's bare feet were on either side of Linhardt now in a way that had he not been bound he wasn't sure he would be able to resist reaching out and grabbing hold of them. Despite his height and regal bearing, the King had deceptively small feet. They looked quite smaller than Lin's own, and as Freyr reassuringly rubbed his rosy and achy stomach with one while reaching for something that he couldn't quite see, two scenarios flashed through the tired healer’s mind.
In one, King Freyr smirked with his chin in his hands as Linhardt ran his long fingers down those petite and noble soles, doing his best to pleasure them in a sensual massage. In the other, Linhardt was clad in a green latex outfit to match Itsuki's, tightly tied so that he couldn't twitch even slightly as his toe-tied soles were ravaged by Freyr's bubbly toes stroking up and down his own. The last detail in that scenario he was able to pick out was that, once again, his hair tie was looped between his big toes and somehow that image made his whole body flush.
Though perhaps that reaction was due more to the pair of large and stiff feathers that Freyr had introduced to Linhardt's helpless nipples. His eyes bulged as he was again driven into distressed giggles by feathers on his puffy nubs, but the difference in texture was striking. When Freyja had used the feathers they were fluffy enough that Linhardt had been blushy with nonstop giggles. Freyr's however were so stiff and rough that Lin was once more gasping into his gag at the sensations. He shook his head frantically to signal that he did not like this at all.
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"Oh? Are my toy’s nipples not enjoying these stiff peacock feathers his King has? Are they not soft enough for my sleepy boy? Maybe they should go somewhere else? Nod if your nipples have had enough my poor boy."
Linhardt nodded frantically at Freyr's command before wincing as he caught another slap upon his belly. It ached even more now and he almost jumped high enough to buck Itsuki off with this latest slap. The fuckboi of Fortuna hung on though, hungrily lapping his tongue along Linhardt's heels thinking that his time might be cut short. Between that and the way that Freyr's feathers were now teasing themselves along the tender part of his belly, Lin was twitching and breathing frantically. Freyr stood them up on his belly and twirled them about as the Hevring boy gasped and shook.
"Is that better for my poor bed-bunny? Hmm, is that still not to your liking?"
"Mmmpp! Hmmmgh! Hmmmpplhnm!"
Linhardt frantically shook his head once more as Freyr smiled down at him. The feathers stayed twirling but now started on a path up the skinny boy's chest. He thought for a second they were heading back to his nipples, but the twink had to close his eyes as Itsuki coaxed a second climax out of the red-hot Mt. Hevring. The Mirage user’s new training showed as he swirled his big toe around the head of Linhardt's cock until a fresh shot of happiness came splashing on his sole.
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Linhardt's eyes flew open at the feeling of the feathers on his neck. He was confused for a minute at where they were heading before a realization hit him. He wriggled frantically as the feathers spun about and adopted a pose like daggers while they got closer, closer, and closer to his absolute worst spot. Freyr had to close his legs tight to keep the usually sleepy tallboy still since he was now so full of energy. When the feathers entered Linhardt's ears, the reaction was that of a man being electrocuted. He tried to sit up to get away but Freyr kept him pinned all comfy.
"MMMMPHHA! HMMMPPPHMMM! AHMMNPHN! NNNHHMP! MMHHMFFM!"
"Well look at all this energy now! Why, does somebody want me to stop tickling his adorable ears?"
Linhardt was bucking and "Mmph!" -ing like wild but the feathers were chasing his ears when he tried to turn away, so that it looked like the flushed scholar was shaking his head furiously. Freyr swished the feathers around behind Linhardt's ears and drool started to drip down from under his gag. He shot another load into Itsuki's waiting soles but nothing slowed at all. If anything, Freyr stuffed the feathers in deeper and started twirling them as spots began to develop in Lin's vision.
"Why, this is your dream after all. Why would anything happen here that you didn't want? Did you want a map? Well, I'll give it to you my tasty little ear-slut. I'll even let you go! Do you want that?"
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The feathers went deep enough into Lin's ears that he jumped. He shook his head furiously to try and escape one only for the other to chase him in the other direction. His face was red and hot enough now that he felt like you could fry an egg on it.
"You don't? Oh come now, I promise that I won't chase you. You can go freely. I'll even put your happy, sleepy head right outside your castle. Do you not want that?"
This time one feather spun about so that its quill could be introduced to the back of Linny's ear, and he predictably attempted to turn away only to have a concentrated feathering catching the earlobe of his other side as once more he shook his head to the offer for freedom. He was getting dizzy due to lack of air and finding it harder and harder to not lay here and be ravaged.
"Oh? Well what if I make you a promise? You can leave for now but if you're brought back here again we'll give you some real fun and you'll never be able to leave. Do we have a deal?"
Freyr's feathers withdrew from Lin's bright red ears and this time attacked new targets. One teased the bridge of his nose while the other gitchied away beneath his chin. Linhardt nodded his head just as Freyr wanted and--
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"GAAAAAUHHH NO MOOHOHORE! STAHAHAP! NAHAHAHT MAHAHA EAHAHARSIES-wha?"
The sun would have been described as giving a pleasant, noon-time warmth by anyone else. Those people had not suddenly woken from being absolutely tickle-destroyed in their dreams, however. Linhardt shielded his eyes from what to him felt like wyvern fire. He looked over the horrid state he was in. His socks were gone, his robes had been pulled down past his waist so that now his cock was out as well. His chest was sticky with what he could only surmise were each and every one of the loads he had thought Itsuki's feet had been the receptacles for. His belly still ached from Freyr's games of pink-belly, and his head was sore from choking on his own mad and frantic laughter.
He took in Castle Askr, and at least for all the other games Freyr played, it couldn't be said he was a liar. Linhardt stood up in his ruined state before waving his arms comically and then eating dirt. He looked down and saw that his big toes were still tied together. With his hair tie. AGAIN! He let out a quite uncharacteristic grunt of frustration at the reusing of old material before a noise caught his attention. It sounded like heavily armored footsteps but much faster than any knight he knew. He peered into the distance at a fast-approaching figure and paled.
Prince Otr safely wedged into his Seidjarn was riding hard with an unmistakable target in his mind. The sullen Nidvallir was pumping the controls of his mech and speeding it up as Linhardt frantically tried to undo the ribbon between his toes and get to his bare feet to try and escape into the Castle. He noticed something as Otr got closer and ever closer. His steed had a pair of passengers sitting upon its back: a pair of butterfly winged Dokkalfheimr he recognized.
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Linhardt had never been one for physical activity at all, so his attempt to run as fast as he could was still not much more than a brisk jog. It was almost comical as the fast-moving machine of Otr's came ripping through the meadow and cut him off easily. He tried to turn and run only to trip and fall on his face as Triandra cast a spell.
He looked down to see his big toes tied once more by his ribbon and the last thing he squeaked out before Otr caught him was an exasperated "Dammit!" as he got to his knees. Otr's machine opened wide, and before Linhardt could move there was a loving seat waiting that scooped him right off the ground. The machine worked quickly to use clamps to keep Linhardt trapped in a kneeling position. He was lost in a sea of changing gears until only his helpless and still toe-tied feet stuck out to onlookers, protruding like a pale pair of hood ornaments for Triandra to admire.
Plumeria fluttered into Castle Askr to catch herself an extra scared hero while Linhardt's eyes adjusted to where he was now finding himself. The cleric pulled and twisted but couldn't move any part of his body below his chin which protruded into Otr's pilot suite within the machine.
"I won’t lie...this is fascinating, and while I would so love to learn how it oper-MMmmrrphmmm?!"
Linhardt's sassy attempt at negotiation was cut off by Fafnir's younger brother simply smothering the man's face with his clean and soft size 15's. Linhardt tried to talk and turn away but found he could do nothing but muffle himself with the meaty soles on his face. Otr occasionally snickered at the feeling of the cleric's teeth and lips as he tried to force him to let him go, but he sucked it up and kept them there until Linhardt's struggling stopped completely.
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"There. Now, will you be good?"
"Mmph-hmm."
"Very well. And you'll speak only when spoken too?"
"Yefffh."
"Such a good boy. King Freyr is so looking forward to having you delivered back to his bedchambers. He said to tell you that you'll be receiving quite the earful."
"Mmmnph? Nnhhhmmm?! Mnmmthpn bffn thhmmmp! Nmnnpphn!"
Linhardt visibly panicked and tried to pull at his bonds, but the Seidjarn of Otr's was sturdy enough to contain Surtr himself, let alone a thin rail of a cleric who hadn't spent 6 straight hours awake since he was in boy-shorts. Otr rolled his eyes and simply pressed his feet even more sturdily upon Linhardt's captive face until he calmed down.
"Pathetic. Have you gotten that out of your system now? Whether you like it or not you are my prisoner. I have, however, heard tell of your map and it interests me. I'm intrigued by the prospect of safely navigating Castle Muspel without running into that blasted Nott."
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Otr took his feet off of Linhardt's face and the gasping bishop was finally allowed a look around at the gloomy warrior's cockpit. The diminutive cavalrymen beamed with pride at the various technological displays the scholar would have no hope to understand before he realized that the lad was chewing his lip with his eyes clenched shut.
"Nnnn-no, st-stahap th-that!"
Otr investigated the exterior cameras of his mech and found the culprit. A bored Triandra had untied Linhardt's big toes and was now flossing them with his pesky ribbon. Otr took hold of the microphone for his war machine and warned her off saying this was his prey. Triandra stuck her tongue out at him before flittering away to help Plumeria with a struggling redhead she was pulling from the window.
"There we go. Now would you be willing to share that map of yours? How much do you actually have so far?"
"No-nothing. I quite underestimated the ability your forces had to distr-Hmmp!?"
Otr fell back in a sigh and once more smothered Lin's captive face with his feet. He bit his knuckle and slammed a control to punish the skinny cleric for wasting his time. A pair of mechanical arms emerged from the outer part of his machine and brought with them fast-spinning brushes. They paused with them mere inches from Linhardt's helpless soles as Otr removed his feet and showed this all to Linhardt on one of his various monitors.
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"I should simply turn you into a blubbering mess and deliver you to Freyr as I was asked to, if not out of courteousness then simply because of how you wasted my time. I will give you one more chance to show that you have something worthwhile to tell me, so that we don't just spend our march back to Castle Muspel singing along to the sound of your brains leaking out your ears."
"Gahh, when you phrase it like that you make yourself seem quite scared of this Nott woman. If either way I'm doomed to an existence of coochie-coochie-based horrors then I might as well doom you to an existence of it as well."
Otr snarled and flipped a switch setting the brushes to Linny's helpless pies.
"Oh drat-GAHAHA AHAHAHA DAAHHAAMMIT IT TIHIHICKLES!"
Not at all appreciating the manner in which he'd just been talked to, the Nidvallin prince leaned forward on his stomach and produced a feather. He adopted an idle pose of kicking his bare feet through the air behind him as he began twirling that feather up the red-cheeked Linhardt's nose to add to his torment.
"BAHAHAHA GAHAHAHWD THAHAHT'S RUHUHUHUUUDE! STAHAHAP THIS AAHAHT OOHONCE! SEEHEEIROS SAHAHAVE MEEEHEE!"
"Hmmph praying to goddesses is an odd quirk here. The last I'd heard, that Edelgard woman was planning a special set of stocks for that one and several others. Well, after she finishes with her "lion tamer" act of course."
Otr saw a tear rolling down Linhardt's cheek and busied himself with using the feather to try and fluff it over into the healer's wide-open mouth. He teased it along the greenette's flushed red cheeks as his mech started plodding a path back to Muspel. They were joined shortly by the fairies who were both cooing over a red-faced mage they'd scooped right from his bed in Askr.
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"Oooh! Ewan, the three of us are going to have such fun!"
"Those bad dreams of yours are finally going to come true and we'll get to watch it!"
Otr rolled his eyes at the display the two were putting on with the teasing of the scared mage before flicking off the sound for his exterior cameras. He'd grown bored with the feathering of Lin's face and had put the foot brushing on break. He had a new plan now. He rolled over and took a position behind the trapped head of Linhardt that made the bishop nervous.
Suddenly the trapped Black Eagle found his face sandwiched between Otr's massive feet. He flushed as he felt the mech pilot's long toes start dancing up his cheeks and suspected where they were going.
"No! Nonono please! A-anywhere but there! I've ch-changed my mind I'll give you a map! I'll betray my friends! Anything but theEHEHEHEH AHAHAHA NAHAHT MAHAH EAAHAARS! STOP STAHAP STAHAHP! IT’S TOOHOO TIIIHICKLISH!"
"Hmmph. You’re useless to me for information so why shouldn't I let my toes dance in your ears for entertainment? Any info you know about your friends will easily be given to Surtr. The only thing I cared about is something you don't have, so you might as well just laugh for me while I cool my soles before Nott gets me."
"PFAHAHAHA NOOHOO! PLEEEHEEASE! I'LL TEHEHELL YOU WHAHAHTEVER YOU WAHAHANT! MEHEHERCY! NAHAHAT-NAHAHAT-NAHAHAT THE EEEAHAHRS! SAHAHAVE ME CAHAHSPAR!"
Otr's toes danced with Linhardt's ticklish ears clasped between them. Some played inside the cups. Others scratched behind them. The effect was the same as the shrieking Linhardt begged for mercy. Just for a bit of variety, Otr used his hands to brush the cleric's long hair up over his head to allow him to use his fingers to tickle the back of the man's long and elegant neck. If he wasn't currently having the most ticklish part of his entire being footsied roughly then Linhardt might have actually enjoyed the sensations. Instead, he could only wheeze and bark laughter as Otr's mech marched him back to a long and "happy" life in Castle Muspel.
"Gahahaha! Stahahap! Nahaht the eahahars! Pleeeheeasse stahahap! Nohoohoo! HAHAHAHLP! SOHOHOMEBOHODY HEHEHELP MEHEEE IT TIHIHICKLES! MAHAHAHKE IT STAHAHAP! HEHEHEHLP ME!"
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"Hmmph, I will admit it to you, Miss Nott. This one is a fine new pet. I can see why Freyr is so fond of him. You more than earned some time with your prize."
Nott smiled and nodded at King Surtr's words before pressing her lips back to the flushed soles of her prize. Otr struggled with his gag as the ribbons that the Jotun had used to mummify him kept him still as he hung upside down in her arms. The strong princess started to use her teeth as he begged into the ribbon in his teeth but now she had permission to enjoy her reward.
Linhardt's blue eyes were glazed and loopy through the tears that leaked from them. He'd been roughly woken from a delightful dream in Freyr's bed where in his dream-y master and his wicked sister were both running their delightful tongues along their new favorite boy-toy's ears to come here and draw yet another map for Surtr. While the king kept the long-legged layabout in his lap and slowly dragged an incredibly stiff feather along his pink and ticklish asshole, he carried on with his work. His thumbs were bound together with a familiar ribbon as he worked to put a pen to paper. He'd drawn a man on the paper whose tall frame he knew from his world but the other maps he'd drawn before were of others he barely knew. The paper had the name "SYLVAIN" on it but he knew before he would get to go back to the soft and sleepy tickles he'd be expected to fill this one, Claude, Ferdinand, and Felix out with all the tickle spots he'd discovered in his extensive "research"
"I cohohould be nahahapping-GAAHAHAHA NAHAHT THE EAHAHRS MAHAHASTER!"
