Lake Superior
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The drool streamed down the young prince's delicate chin as his eyes slowly opened. He looked about the bedroom and saw the sleeping forms of his tormentors. One slumbered with his face pressed against Lyon's chest and the former Prince of Grado tried to gingerly get out from under him. Ephraim licked his lips and rolled over in his sleep allowing Lyon to slip gingerly from the bed and put his bare feet to the floor. He pawed at the rubber ball between his lips and tried to pull it free again but had no luck. He slunk away from the bed carefully so as not to make any noise and tried the door but found it locked tight. He looked about the room for another exit and did spy a window that the curtains hid.
Watching where he trod, he moved carefully towards it and moved behind the curtains himself rather than draw them and risk waking the Ephraim's who lay across his bed dreaming peacefully. He was disheartened to stare out the window and see himself far too high up as to mount an escape this way. Perhaps if he'd been more athletic and less sickly but that was just one more curse for his own weakness he supposed. Out in the courtyard, he watched Hel's troops train and her monsters roil. The great black spiders and the slithering worms seemed as if they could see him and he swore they were watching him from down there.
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While Lyon was watching the training maneuvers he didn't hear heavy feet slowly sneaking their way towards him or see the pair of arms taking shape through the fabric on either side of him. The strong arms wrapped around Lyon's waist and pulled him back into the fabric making the princeling yip in fear into his gag. The monster of the drapes roamed his fingers all up and down Lyon's sides as the mage giggled into his gag and tried to shake him off but was easily wrangled until he found him self lost in the soft fabric and losing track of his position.
Lyon was easily led in his silken prison while whoever was ever in the curtains nipped at his neck and blew into his reddening ears. Lyon was a mess of drooling giggles and had no idea where he was until he felt the soft corner at his knees and was pulled down onto the bed to put him right back where he started. He finally got his head free of the cloth and ended up in a mop of his own sweaty violet hair. His childhood friend Ephraim looked down at him along with his three clones, that from Lyon's understanding were versions of him from different times. He tried to struggle but a comforting hand rested on his forehead instead.
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"Shhh-shhh-shh my friend. Please after having been apart so long can we not just enjoy being together? Why try to run again? We've chased you for so long and finally, Lady Hel has given us what we wanted. You as well, I'd imagine. We're together again and now let's forget the unpleasantness of the past and rut in the present."
Lyon felt his hands seized and raised as two of the other versions of Ephraim had one each and began gently kissing each of his uncut knuckles, slowly dragging their teeth along the fair skin. The one who had formerly been the drapes monster leaned in and began gently skittering his fingers along the prince's slender neck.
"Mmmm do you remember the days back when we were all happy Lyon? Back when you, Eirika, and I studied with the others to be future rulers?"
Lyon wanted to question who the others were in this memory of Ephraim's but the only thing his weak body could do was moan into the ball gag fastened tightly between his lips. The Ephraim who had been teasing him bent low to drag his tongue up the stream of drool coming from Lyon before beginning to chew on his childhood friend's lips.
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"Back in Renais, I did so hate to study the books that our parents got for us. Thank gods you were there to wake me up when I'd doze off reading those dusty old things and do you remember how you'd wake me up? How you'd sneak up and squeeze my hips. Knead them until I giggled myself awake?"
Lyon wanted to say something about how that memory was off but the fourth Ephraim had seized his feet and was sloppily kneading them in an attempt at massage that was really no more than clumsy fondling made ticklish by his untrimmed fingernails. The violet mage wriggled in the ruins of the curtains that had been used to transport him as his torturer continued to reminisce.
"I'd always try to get you back. Tickle your ribs as revenge while the others snuck their licks in. Never once did I win did I? Either Eirika or one of the others would betray me and you'd be atop me or you'd utilize something you'd learned in those boring books to find some little spot on me that had me curling up in giggles."
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While he said this, Ephraim was walking a pair of fingers up Lyon's stomach that stopped just below his chin and began tickling there. Lyon croaked into his gag about how these weren't his memories but was ignored as Ephraim continued to stroke his slender neck. The rest of the group began to unwrap Lyon slowly as if he was a present that they had waited so long for. As they undid the curtains as well as Lyon's robes the skewed reminiscence went on from their leader.
"All too often you'd have me, the who'd picked the fight at your mercy. I'd wriggle about the library floor while the others laughed at my defeat knowing that they could easily end up there. I remember when Joshua tried his luck against you after I beat him in a wager. He waited for you to be in the middle of raspberry on me before attacking you from behind and squeezing your hips. We all thought he had you until you gambled and won yourself."
One of the others forced open Lyon's hand and roughly poking and stroking at his tender pink palm making Lyon squirm and snort.
"Ticklish palms yourself? Is that how you knew to try that on poor Joshua? It wasn't long before you had his arm in a headlock and he was crying and begging while turning as red as his hair. You made for quite the sight as you just hummed peacefully while tracing that finger of yours all along his palm. Joshua was kicking and wailing and when he started cursing you had him. That's when L'Arachel got involved due to her "sensibilities" getting offended. You know I'm still convinced that you knew how to get the girls to move however you wanted."
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Ephraim leaned over and undid the gag between Lyon's teeth to allow the prince to breathe better. His attempt to sit up earned him a firm shove back to the bed as Ephraim wasn't letting him go anytime soon.
"Ephraim...please..."
"What? Can't you just savor this time together? The others will join us in time but right now we're together for the first time since this all began."
The other Ephraim's released Lyon's limbs and all cuddled up next to their childhood friend. They each produced fluffy feathers and began fluffing all along the Gradan's neck and making him kick his little feet which their leader watched intently. Finally, he wrapped an arm around the weak ankles and began to dote on the toes with his free hand while continuing to wax on about the olden days with his Lyon.
"Innes didn't fare much better when you found out about those pecs of his but you still couldn't have taken all of us without the girls. L'Arachel had Joshua all to herself self and with the palm reading, she was giving him, had him promising whatever she wanted. Tana had her big brother pinned and was tickling his neck with an arrow shaft just like this. Still, you didn't let up. You had me on my belly and a book under me for study. Merciless you were with taking notes in quill all along my soles to help me keep up. I did though you know, Eirika would help me read them off by candlelight and I'd copy them down."
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Lyon had been expecting his poor little toes to be ravaged but instead found their stems being squeezed and kneaded most pleasurably. Indeed even the feathers along his neck were more teasing than maddening now that they had all settled into a rhythm. Were it bot be for the situation this would be heaven as in his own world Lyon had never had any such adventures with the Renais twins but had, in fact, admired them from afar. He'd been quite taken with the two of them for a phase but the duties of a ruler had left him no time for childhood crushes on Princes and Princesses.
His training had been unforgiving and Valter had delighted in making the Princeling fail so that he could punish him. While remembering the goats and his nights sleeping in stocks Lyon trembled and unbeknownst to all of them the dark tendrils beneath the bed twitched and flexed.
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While the Ephraim at his feet became more and more enraptured with his work another one of them took over the lead role. He stroked his feather below Lyon's chin and locked eyes with him. His light teal gaze never breaking and the smile never leaving either of their faces as he took over the talking for the group.
"That all sounds wonderful. In my world, it was just Lyon and I though and we weren't allowed in the library. No, Seth forbade us from going in there saying those books weren't for us, but instead for the sorcerers. That wasn't going to stop you though was it Lyon? He'd sneak in and I'd go with him because no friend of mine is going alone. That Seth was always a step ahead of us though wasn't he? Remember when we sat down to read and he was under the table? You just started laughing and pounding the table and I didn't understand until he had those pegasus feathers in my toes as well."
"Thahahat wasn't meehee! AH-EHEHEEHA!"
"Perhaps it wasn't but you remind me plenty of the other one who was there the day that Seth waited for us to go up the ladders so he could bind our wrists there and write all along our backs. We had to go about for the day with that message about being naughty on our backs and the ladies at the baths did laugh when they helped us get it off. I do think that they purposely used bristly brushes on your ticklish shoulders."
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Ephraim snuck his fingers under his prey to trail them along the skinny blades of Lyon's shoulders and enjoyed the way the man blushed and tried to roll away.
"Ohh are they still that bad? Do you remember the time I hid feathers in your cape? Your father was quite concerned when you couldn't stop laughing during one of his speeches but I heard from mine that he laughed quite a bit once they discovered the cause."
Ephraim teased his fingers along the shoulder blades making his friend try and kick his restrained legs in a vain attempt at wriggling free. That only earned his wiggly pink toes more doting on from the one who had claimed his feet. His moans got louder as the dark mist started to spew out from beneath the bed the men rollicked on.
"How many times did the two of us lose our minds as Seth got us both? You'd always get caught first because I'd swear a baby could outrun you Lyon, but I'd never let my friend suffer alone. I'd hold your hand as our shoes were slipped off and whatever was stuck between our toes for that day. It's good to see things haven't changed that much my friend."
That cheesy line earned a snorting laugh from the violet prince that was actually a result of the feather behind his ear that one of the others was spinning. Still, the Ephraim that had been speaking was a bit hurt and slinked down to start showering Lyon's scrawny stomach with slow raspberries.
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Dark tendrils started to poke from beneath the bed but retreated at the sight of another pair of bare 12's padding towards the bed as yet another copy of Lyon's friend Ephraim climbed onto the bed. The late-comers hands started tending to Lyon's nipples with great care, giving them strokes and cooing at how the dials made his friend react. This one was a truly unfortunate having been summoned here from a world where he and his Lyon had fought side by side to this place only to be dropped right at Hel's feet.
He and his ally had been torn apart with him breaking first after a full day in the Pedi-dungeon with the Reglay's. His version of Lyon was still being tended to by Hel who'd delighted in the synchronized torment of him and another Lyon she'd recently acquired who was lost and missing something. To his addled mind that was starved for tickles, one was good as another though. He hadn't expected a giggly hazing though as his feet were confiscated by his copy teasing Lyon's and added to his soft pink bouquet. The newbie wouldn't complain though as his toes happily cuddled into Lyon's dainty little 8's as he lay his head down to laugh into Lyon's birdy chest while his feet were given rough tickles.
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One of the Ephraim's at Lyon's side yawned and worked his feather beneath Lyon's nose. He did so and wormed his way closer until his lips were brushing Lyon's ear and his breath was tickling the sensitive thing.
"You know my stories are quite different than theirs. In my world, you were possessed by Fomortiis and were too much for us. We fought against you but lost and I was taken captive not unlike here. Still every day you kept me chained to a desk reading a book of your creation. You knew I had still had to use my finger to read and you made that picture of my foot appear behind the words because of it. I could feel it on my actual foot as I had to read about the actual mechanics of the sensation transference spell that you'd worked on me.
You knew I couldn't focus on a word of it but still, every night would ask for me to explain it as you counted my abs over and over. I hated you so much at first because of it but eventually, I realized I loved it and missed being yours soooo much. If we work on this soft body of yours enough we could get you muscles that could make us equal."
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The Ephraim stroked a hand down Lyon's somewhat pudgy tum around his fellow who wheezed into the soft skin at the attack on his feet. Lyon had been given only fluffy, loving teases so far and it was driving him mad. He knew what happened here, he'd seen evidence of it everywhere. Men and women who'd been carried away and tickled non-stop and brutally until they were puddles of giggly servitude who'd do anything for more. He'd seen wheels of grasping for stroking and squeezing victims as well as feathered serpents that would wind them between ticklish toes.
When he was finally captured his mind had raced with ideas of what tickly hell awaited him. Petrified in the hallway for guests to paw at his ticklish torso? Sealed in a can to stew in his own ever filling juices as his protruding palms were given attention? Maybe some horrid new creature placed in his shoes that was nothing but rough fingers that would squeeze, poke, and wiggle every inch of those ticklish surfaces he had? All these and more had flashed through his mind as he'd been brought into the castle and the fear it sparked made what was beneath the bed roil.
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He'd been taking refuge with a fellow Hero in a village when they'd come for him, a Sniper by the name of Igrene. A woman so buxom that Lyon had trouble looking at her when they'd first met. They'd hidden there amongst the villagers with a cover story that had been intended to be husband and wife but to Lyon's humiliation had somehow led to the people thinking they were mother and son and ruffling the princeling's to call him a fine young man. Igrene had escaped this place in the past when it had been under the control of Surtr.
She'd filled his head with stories of how the princesses had delighted in torturing her massive size 16 feet, her tight stomach, and her breasts for hours. The story that had stuck with Lyon the most though was the one of her tied down so that Laevateinn could saw a feather between her lips for hours. He'd gone to sleep at night with nightmares of his capture and what his friend Ephraim was going through. Eventually, he'd hardened his caring hear to the point of being able to forget these things and focus on their ambushing of soldiers passing by.
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Eventually, though they drew too much attention. Lyon had woken up to a pair of soldiers wearing Muspellian colors playing with his feet through the sheets. When he'd tried to run the two men had just held his hands above his head like a child and taken turns giving him stubbly raspberries on his belly through his thin nightshirt. They'd kept him there laughing and helpless until he'd erupted semen all over himself to their delight.
They'd tossed the spent mage over their shoulders like a sack of exhausted potatoes and carried him out. Outside he saw the Ephraim's and the fate of Igrene. She'd been forced to the ground with her hands kept above her head by one of them. He snuffled and bit at the woman's palm while his nimble toes danced in her muscular pits. One of the others was busy using a paintbrush along her side while the other two had busied themselves with a foot each and were delighting in all the space they had. Just the sight of the four hungrily looking at him had been enough to drive Lyon to faint. When he had woken he was in the castle. He'd yet to see Igrene again but he had seen Laevateinn with a size 16 foot in a jar that had seemed familiar. The poor ped had shared its lodging with a crab who's pincers wiggled the biggest and littlest toes back and forth as the whole foot determinedly shook back and forth trying to buck its rider off.
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His thoughts were interrupted by another Ephraim beginning to cattily stroke a finger up and down his side. Looking down at him got him a wicked grin as the man placed a wet kiss into Lyon's hip. He started kneading the man's thigh before leaning in for his turn at storytime.
"My world wasn't as interesting as his but I still got mine from you. You would always team up with the princesses to tickle me and my fellow prince's. Me, Innes, and Joshua would constantly fear who would get it that day. That all changed when L'Arachel came around though. Suddenly we were all hers. We should have known when she showed us those ankle stocks that were an ‘artifact of Rausten's old day's’ she said. I should have thought about how there was room in there for six.
Next thing I know you and I are hiding in a stack of books while she's busying herself making Tana and Eirika sing as they're trapped in it. She had all the others in there with her cats taking special attention on Joshua and Innes's feet. We too were crouched in that pile of books trying to stay quiet as she searched for us so that she could truly have each of the "Twin Prize's of Magvel" in her clutches. We should have known about the spider's or at least expected them in tomes that old. You tried to get them off me but once they were upon my neck, there was no way she couldn't hear my braying. We were dragged out and stocked right alongside the others for almost a full day before any attendants thought to check on us. So many games of ‘This Little Piggie’.”
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Lyon wasn't even listening slightly. The only thing that had even slipped through the cloud of feathers around his mind were the words "This Little Piggy" and his fantasies twisted to have himself bound and gagged in tight ropes leaving marks as an eight-foot horned monstrosity wiggled each of his toes gingerly while he teared up at the feeling of whatever was nibbling on his tender thighs. The Ephraim's all reminisced of happy times with their friend while his own warped sense of self-worth twisted the scenario into a punishment fitting of someone as pathetic as him.
After what he'd done, soft feathers and massages weren't what he deserved. His mind was filled with long-tongued monsters with tentacles looking for ticklish skin. The shadows beneath the bed twisted and changed accordingly so as to match his expectations. No matter how much his former friends tried to lure him softly to playful tickle them back by half-heartedly holding him down he stayed limp beneath them. He jolted as if he'd been shocked though suddenly as the "youngest" of the Ephraim's finally got himself free. His rough hand had fumbled its way through Lyon's robes before finding what it was looking for hidden in the folds. He pulled the erect violet pubed cock out and gently stroked a finger down the quivering muscle.
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Lyon was dragged back to reality and out of his fantasy of bouncing on Surtr's cock while thick fingers burrowed into his pits. He had to deal with the strong fingers of the Ephraim who had him now instead poking and teasing his little fellow. Lyon jumped and giggled at each touch to the point where he didn't even notice the others releasing him to assist with a new tactic. He was now finally focusing as the newest member of the troupe leaned forward to attack his cock with hot breath and warm kisses that came buzzed lips to make Lyon titter. The Ephraim's head stayed there nibbling the sides of Lyon's shaft as 40 wiggling digits closed in around them.
Soon eight pairs of pedicured yet still quite strong feet forced themselves into stroke and smother their new members face as well as Lyon's pampered dick. Ephraim stayed on target but occasionally would pull away to grab ahold of whichever foot was getting the freshest and lay into it with a sloppy raspberry to teach it it's place. Lyon was now completely here and going mad. He swore he could feel his mind leaking out of his ear and could barely pay attention this one began talking.
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"I'm so glad to have finally found you again Lyon. I do not know if you are the version of my friend from my world who came with me but by the gods, my body is on fire and aching to treat you like him. I've listened to these four but must ask what they're talking about still. In their worlds, you seem to have committed some kind of crime and fought against them but to me that is unthinkable. The kind young man from my childhood who stood by my side and fought for justice a villain? That's preposterous. After all, so many times when we fought bandits for Captain Gerik did one of them simply snatch those soft little bits under your robes like this and render you helpless."
The shadows beneath the bed surged forward as the shapes in the darkness stirred. They had been waiting but were curious to see what happened as they watched the darkness take shape. They could wait and let the young man have more fun.
"Not that I was much better. A good few times was I tricked myself. How many times did you have to pull a red-faced me from under a pile of barbarian furs or out of a bael's web? Remember that week I spent on a centaur's saddle? The horrid creature put me there with my wrists bound so that it could have my soles at its sides to play with whenever it wanted. They took the whole band besides you like that and we could do nothing. The only thing that kept me from laughing and wheezing right alongside Gerik, Ewan, and Tethys forever out on the plains was your plan to lure the beast to a river. How could you save me in that world Lyon but fight me in others? It makes no sense. These must be tricks brought on from all the games of our Lady Hel."
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As if summoned by the name, the Ephraim in the lead suddenly felt a pair of cold hands close around his ankles. Yelping in surprise as he was lifted by them off of Lyon and clear of the bed as well. A tongue as cold as the grave slimily worked it's way up the warriors sole who could do nothing but titter like a child as he hung there in the icy grip of his Mistress Hel. The other Ephraims turned towards in hopes that they too would receive tickles but after blessing each of her Ephraim's toes with a black kiss and then tossing him to the bed she ignored them. Instead, Hel took each of Lyon's wrists in her hands and pulled them with her as she lay back.
Lyon could only giggle and whimper as this monster guided him atop her. He yelped like a small animal as the Ephraims all fell over each other to guide his still bafflingly hard cock beneath that black dress to the place he dreaded the most. He was slipped into a cold void where it felt as if his manhood was attacked at all sides with all manner of gentle yet horrid punishments. He tried to pull away but Hel kept his thin wrists held tight while all five of his former friend bit, sucked, licked, kissed, and motorboated his pale ass-cheeks. The various techniques had the prince weak and gyrating as he tried to pull away from all those naughty pairs of lips just like Hel wanted.
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While this all happened the Ephraims all got comfortable atop their mistress and presented her with a buffet of size 12's that all jockeyed and footsied each other as they vied for their mistress’s attention. Hel would reward whichever foot managed to make it forwards with a long reverential lick before the rest of the pack pulled it back while it's owner laughed and sagged at the attention.
So enraptured with all of this was she, that she scarcely noticed the black tendrils slipping their way up the foot of the bed. They stopped to give the Queen of the Dead's great pale 18's a poke as they went by. One by one the tendril took the wrists of each of the Ephraim's who simply were too engrossed in Lyon's ass to notice. The tendrils slipped beneath their teeth to effectively gag them and then forced them to the bed. The five wiggled and bucked but more tendrils slid beneath their pecs to tie them down. Quick as a whip, Lyon and Hel's wrists were snatched too. Lyon fell back and was tied into the Ephraim pile who fell on his blushing face with a swarm of light kisses as Hel roared and tried to twist free.
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However, she'd gotten so lost in her toy that she hadn't noticed her ankles and thighs being strapped down just like her pets. She could do nothing as her hands were forced down to the bed as another dark tendril strapped her down. A mess of these black appendages knotted together and took form before her as she seethed in rage. A naked human took shape that was quickly cloaked in purple robes and familiar violet hair as right before her stood another Lyon.
Unlike the one now being barraged by gentle affection beneath her on not just his blushing cheeks but also having his small, soft peets footsied into oblivion right before Hel, this one had a hungry look upon his face. He smiled down at the bright red version of himself being nibbled smooched to hell and back by all those versions of the one who'd fought to save him. He brushed aside some hair on the prince and laid his own lips upon his forehead before blowing a sloppy raspberry that had Lyon howling and kicking his skinny legs.
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"A fine vessel and a reward undeserved by someone so weak. I will leave you here Lyon for now but return later to collect you."
He turned to Hel and smiled as a black tendril slipped between the queen of the dead's teeth and tied her down firmly to the bed. With but a snap of his fingers the sides of bed strained and the wood splintered as his many tentacles rolled the mattress up around all seven.
"I believe you may have already surmised who I am based upon who I was but allow me to still introduce myself. I am Fomortiis the dread king of demons. I thank you for this Empire you have gifted me with your own negligence. I hid not just myself but also this form in the body of this weakling that you all too eagerly chased.
Never did I dream of this kind of hell you have created for not just him but also these Heroes. To trap them all in prisons of pleasure until they are enslaved by it... truly wicked and you have my commendations upon it. I'd never have thought to rule in such a way but I greatly look forward to doing so and what new versions of these kinds of things I can do with my new empire."
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The wreckage of the bed settled in its new form. Now Hel was wrapped tightly with her head protruding in the center of a blooming bouquet of feet belonging to her hunting pack and before her lips the small feet of Lyon. While she struggled Ephraim's feet were all quick to once again go back to their footsies unfettered by Lyon's resistance. A similar scene played out on the other where Lyon's violet head protruded on a bed made of her massive pale soles. She laughed and thrashed as Lyon did the same under the non-stop pecks of the Ephraim's, as his every movement tickled her great soles with his strands of hair.
Fomortiis rolled his new dish so that Queen of the Dead now faced the ground. He took a seat upon her and bent over to tap the small feet of the Lyon he inhabited. Hel watched as the small mage's feet grew longer before her eyes until they were now larger than each of the Ephraim's. He wiggled the toes of his new size 13's and smiled as he pressed them into the back of her head to force her to worship the captive Lyon's small peets and make him laugh harder causing him to tickle her even more.
"A personal preference. I can't stand to be dwarfed. Now let us settle in and see how long your will lasts. What a servant you'll make for me."
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Hel struggled for a bit inside her prison but soon her long bony fingers closed around soft warm meat as they took three ticklish cocks each. Eventually, she resigned herself to her fate, and even further on she broke. After all, she herself had proven that even gods break before long to the soft-touch...
The drool streamed down the young prince's delicate chin as his eyes slowly opened. He looked about the bedroom and saw the sleeping forms of his tormentors. One slumbered with his face pressed against Lyon's chest and the former Prince of Grado tried to gingerly get out from under him. Ephraim licked his lips and rolled over in his sleep allowing Lyon to slip gingerly from the bed and put his bare feet to the floor. He pawed at the rubber ball between his lips and tried to pull it free again but had no luck. He slunk away from the bed carefully so as not to make any noise and tried the door but found it locked tight. He looked about the room for another exit and did spy a window that the curtains hid.
Watching where he trod, he moved carefully towards it and moved behind the curtains himself rather than draw them and risk waking the Ephraim's who lay across his bed dreaming peacefully. He was disheartened to stare out the window and see himself far too high up as to mount an escape this way. Perhaps if he'd been more athletic and less sickly but that was just one more curse for his own weakness he supposed. Out in the courtyard, he watched Hel's troops train and her monsters roil. The great black spiders and the slithering worms seemed as if they could see him and he swore they were watching him from down there.
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While Lyon was watching the training maneuvers he didn't hear heavy feet slowly sneaking their way towards him or see the pair of arms taking shape through the fabric on either side of him. The strong arms wrapped around Lyon's waist and pulled him back into the fabric making the princeling yip in fear into his gag. The monster of the drapes roamed his fingers all up and down Lyon's sides as the mage giggled into his gag and tried to shake him off but was easily wrangled until he found him self lost in the soft fabric and losing track of his position.
Lyon was easily led in his silken prison while whoever was ever in the curtains nipped at his neck and blew into his reddening ears. Lyon was a mess of drooling giggles and had no idea where he was until he felt the soft corner at his knees and was pulled down onto the bed to put him right back where he started. He finally got his head free of the cloth and ended up in a mop of his own sweaty violet hair. His childhood friend Ephraim looked down at him along with his three clones, that from Lyon's understanding were versions of him from different times. He tried to struggle but a comforting hand rested on his forehead instead.
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"Shhh-shhh-shh my friend. Please after having been apart so long can we not just enjoy being together? Why try to run again? We've chased you for so long and finally, Lady Hel has given us what we wanted. You as well, I'd imagine. We're together again and now let's forget the unpleasantness of the past and rut in the present."
Lyon felt his hands seized and raised as two of the other versions of Ephraim had one each and began gently kissing each of his uncut knuckles, slowly dragging their teeth along the fair skin. The one who had formerly been the drapes monster leaned in and began gently skittering his fingers along the prince's slender neck.
"Mmmm do you remember the days back when we were all happy Lyon? Back when you, Eirika, and I studied with the others to be future rulers?"
Lyon wanted to question who the others were in this memory of Ephraim's but the only thing his weak body could do was moan into the ball gag fastened tightly between his lips. The Ephraim who had been teasing him bent low to drag his tongue up the stream of drool coming from Lyon before beginning to chew on his childhood friend's lips.
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"Back in Renais, I did so hate to study the books that our parents got for us. Thank gods you were there to wake me up when I'd doze off reading those dusty old things and do you remember how you'd wake me up? How you'd sneak up and squeeze my hips. Knead them until I giggled myself awake?"
Lyon wanted to say something about how that memory was off but the fourth Ephraim had seized his feet and was sloppily kneading them in an attempt at massage that was really no more than clumsy fondling made ticklish by his untrimmed fingernails. The violet mage wriggled in the ruins of the curtains that had been used to transport him as his torturer continued to reminisce.
"I'd always try to get you back. Tickle your ribs as revenge while the others snuck their licks in. Never once did I win did I? Either Eirika or one of the others would betray me and you'd be atop me or you'd utilize something you'd learned in those boring books to find some little spot on me that had me curling up in giggles."
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While he said this, Ephraim was walking a pair of fingers up Lyon's stomach that stopped just below his chin and began tickling there. Lyon croaked into his gag about how these weren't his memories but was ignored as Ephraim continued to stroke his slender neck. The rest of the group began to unwrap Lyon slowly as if he was a present that they had waited so long for. As they undid the curtains as well as Lyon's robes the skewed reminiscence went on from their leader.
"All too often you'd have me, the who'd picked the fight at your mercy. I'd wriggle about the library floor while the others laughed at my defeat knowing that they could easily end up there. I remember when Joshua tried his luck against you after I beat him in a wager. He waited for you to be in the middle of raspberry on me before attacking you from behind and squeezing your hips. We all thought he had you until you gambled and won yourself."
One of the others forced open Lyon's hand and roughly poking and stroking at his tender pink palm making Lyon squirm and snort.
"Ticklish palms yourself? Is that how you knew to try that on poor Joshua? It wasn't long before you had his arm in a headlock and he was crying and begging while turning as red as his hair. You made for quite the sight as you just hummed peacefully while tracing that finger of yours all along his palm. Joshua was kicking and wailing and when he started cursing you had him. That's when L'Arachel got involved due to her "sensibilities" getting offended. You know I'm still convinced that you knew how to get the girls to move however you wanted."
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Ephraim leaned over and undid the gag between Lyon's teeth to allow the prince to breathe better. His attempt to sit up earned him a firm shove back to the bed as Ephraim wasn't letting him go anytime soon.
"Ephraim...please..."
"What? Can't you just savor this time together? The others will join us in time but right now we're together for the first time since this all began."
The other Ephraim's released Lyon's limbs and all cuddled up next to their childhood friend. They each produced fluffy feathers and began fluffing all along the Gradan's neck and making him kick his little feet which their leader watched intently. Finally, he wrapped an arm around the weak ankles and began to dote on the toes with his free hand while continuing to wax on about the olden days with his Lyon.
"Innes didn't fare much better when you found out about those pecs of his but you still couldn't have taken all of us without the girls. L'Arachel had Joshua all to herself self and with the palm reading, she was giving him, had him promising whatever she wanted. Tana had her big brother pinned and was tickling his neck with an arrow shaft just like this. Still, you didn't let up. You had me on my belly and a book under me for study. Merciless you were with taking notes in quill all along my soles to help me keep up. I did though you know, Eirika would help me read them off by candlelight and I'd copy them down."
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Lyon had been expecting his poor little toes to be ravaged but instead found their stems being squeezed and kneaded most pleasurably. Indeed even the feathers along his neck were more teasing than maddening now that they had all settled into a rhythm. Were it bot be for the situation this would be heaven as in his own world Lyon had never had any such adventures with the Renais twins but had, in fact, admired them from afar. He'd been quite taken with the two of them for a phase but the duties of a ruler had left him no time for childhood crushes on Princes and Princesses.
His training had been unforgiving and Valter had delighted in making the Princeling fail so that he could punish him. While remembering the goats and his nights sleeping in stocks Lyon trembled and unbeknownst to all of them the dark tendrils beneath the bed twitched and flexed.
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While the Ephraim at his feet became more and more enraptured with his work another one of them took over the lead role. He stroked his feather below Lyon's chin and locked eyes with him. His light teal gaze never breaking and the smile never leaving either of their faces as he took over the talking for the group.
"That all sounds wonderful. In my world, it was just Lyon and I though and we weren't allowed in the library. No, Seth forbade us from going in there saying those books weren't for us, but instead for the sorcerers. That wasn't going to stop you though was it Lyon? He'd sneak in and I'd go with him because no friend of mine is going alone. That Seth was always a step ahead of us though wasn't he? Remember when we sat down to read and he was under the table? You just started laughing and pounding the table and I didn't understand until he had those pegasus feathers in my toes as well."
"Thahahat wasn't meehee! AH-EHEHEEHA!"
"Perhaps it wasn't but you remind me plenty of the other one who was there the day that Seth waited for us to go up the ladders so he could bind our wrists there and write all along our backs. We had to go about for the day with that message about being naughty on our backs and the ladies at the baths did laugh when they helped us get it off. I do think that they purposely used bristly brushes on your ticklish shoulders."
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Ephraim snuck his fingers under his prey to trail them along the skinny blades of Lyon's shoulders and enjoyed the way the man blushed and tried to roll away.
"Ohh are they still that bad? Do you remember the time I hid feathers in your cape? Your father was quite concerned when you couldn't stop laughing during one of his speeches but I heard from mine that he laughed quite a bit once they discovered the cause."
Ephraim teased his fingers along the shoulder blades making his friend try and kick his restrained legs in a vain attempt at wriggling free. That only earned his wiggly pink toes more doting on from the one who had claimed his feet. His moans got louder as the dark mist started to spew out from beneath the bed the men rollicked on.
"How many times did the two of us lose our minds as Seth got us both? You'd always get caught first because I'd swear a baby could outrun you Lyon, but I'd never let my friend suffer alone. I'd hold your hand as our shoes were slipped off and whatever was stuck between our toes for that day. It's good to see things haven't changed that much my friend."
That cheesy line earned a snorting laugh from the violet prince that was actually a result of the feather behind his ear that one of the others was spinning. Still, the Ephraim that had been speaking was a bit hurt and slinked down to start showering Lyon's scrawny stomach with slow raspberries.
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Dark tendrils started to poke from beneath the bed but retreated at the sight of another pair of bare 12's padding towards the bed as yet another copy of Lyon's friend Ephraim climbed onto the bed. The late-comers hands started tending to Lyon's nipples with great care, giving them strokes and cooing at how the dials made his friend react. This one was a truly unfortunate having been summoned here from a world where he and his Lyon had fought side by side to this place only to be dropped right at Hel's feet.
He and his ally had been torn apart with him breaking first after a full day in the Pedi-dungeon with the Reglay's. His version of Lyon was still being tended to by Hel who'd delighted in the synchronized torment of him and another Lyon she'd recently acquired who was lost and missing something. To his addled mind that was starved for tickles, one was good as another though. He hadn't expected a giggly hazing though as his feet were confiscated by his copy teasing Lyon's and added to his soft pink bouquet. The newbie wouldn't complain though as his toes happily cuddled into Lyon's dainty little 8's as he lay his head down to laugh into Lyon's birdy chest while his feet were given rough tickles.
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One of the Ephraim's at Lyon's side yawned and worked his feather beneath Lyon's nose. He did so and wormed his way closer until his lips were brushing Lyon's ear and his breath was tickling the sensitive thing.
"You know my stories are quite different than theirs. In my world, you were possessed by Fomortiis and were too much for us. We fought against you but lost and I was taken captive not unlike here. Still every day you kept me chained to a desk reading a book of your creation. You knew I had still had to use my finger to read and you made that picture of my foot appear behind the words because of it. I could feel it on my actual foot as I had to read about the actual mechanics of the sensation transference spell that you'd worked on me.
You knew I couldn't focus on a word of it but still, every night would ask for me to explain it as you counted my abs over and over. I hated you so much at first because of it but eventually, I realized I loved it and missed being yours soooo much. If we work on this soft body of yours enough we could get you muscles that could make us equal."
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The Ephraim stroked a hand down Lyon's somewhat pudgy tum around his fellow who wheezed into the soft skin at the attack on his feet. Lyon had been given only fluffy, loving teases so far and it was driving him mad. He knew what happened here, he'd seen evidence of it everywhere. Men and women who'd been carried away and tickled non-stop and brutally until they were puddles of giggly servitude who'd do anything for more. He'd seen wheels of grasping for stroking and squeezing victims as well as feathered serpents that would wind them between ticklish toes.
When he was finally captured his mind had raced with ideas of what tickly hell awaited him. Petrified in the hallway for guests to paw at his ticklish torso? Sealed in a can to stew in his own ever filling juices as his protruding palms were given attention? Maybe some horrid new creature placed in his shoes that was nothing but rough fingers that would squeeze, poke, and wiggle every inch of those ticklish surfaces he had? All these and more had flashed through his mind as he'd been brought into the castle and the fear it sparked made what was beneath the bed roil.
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He'd been taking refuge with a fellow Hero in a village when they'd come for him, a Sniper by the name of Igrene. A woman so buxom that Lyon had trouble looking at her when they'd first met. They'd hidden there amongst the villagers with a cover story that had been intended to be husband and wife but to Lyon's humiliation had somehow led to the people thinking they were mother and son and ruffling the princeling's to call him a fine young man. Igrene had escaped this place in the past when it had been under the control of Surtr.
She'd filled his head with stories of how the princesses had delighted in torturing her massive size 16 feet, her tight stomach, and her breasts for hours. The story that had stuck with Lyon the most though was the one of her tied down so that Laevateinn could saw a feather between her lips for hours. He'd gone to sleep at night with nightmares of his capture and what his friend Ephraim was going through. Eventually, he'd hardened his caring hear to the point of being able to forget these things and focus on their ambushing of soldiers passing by.
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Eventually, though they drew too much attention. Lyon had woken up to a pair of soldiers wearing Muspellian colors playing with his feet through the sheets. When he'd tried to run the two men had just held his hands above his head like a child and taken turns giving him stubbly raspberries on his belly through his thin nightshirt. They'd kept him there laughing and helpless until he'd erupted semen all over himself to their delight.
They'd tossed the spent mage over their shoulders like a sack of exhausted potatoes and carried him out. Outside he saw the Ephraim's and the fate of Igrene. She'd been forced to the ground with her hands kept above her head by one of them. He snuffled and bit at the woman's palm while his nimble toes danced in her muscular pits. One of the others was busy using a paintbrush along her side while the other two had busied themselves with a foot each and were delighting in all the space they had. Just the sight of the four hungrily looking at him had been enough to drive Lyon to faint. When he had woken he was in the castle. He'd yet to see Igrene again but he had seen Laevateinn with a size 16 foot in a jar that had seemed familiar. The poor ped had shared its lodging with a crab who's pincers wiggled the biggest and littlest toes back and forth as the whole foot determinedly shook back and forth trying to buck its rider off.
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His thoughts were interrupted by another Ephraim beginning to cattily stroke a finger up and down his side. Looking down at him got him a wicked grin as the man placed a wet kiss into Lyon's hip. He started kneading the man's thigh before leaning in for his turn at storytime.
"My world wasn't as interesting as his but I still got mine from you. You would always team up with the princesses to tickle me and my fellow prince's. Me, Innes, and Joshua would constantly fear who would get it that day. That all changed when L'Arachel came around though. Suddenly we were all hers. We should have known when she showed us those ankle stocks that were an ‘artifact of Rausten's old day's’ she said. I should have thought about how there was room in there for six.
Next thing I know you and I are hiding in a stack of books while she's busying herself making Tana and Eirika sing as they're trapped in it. She had all the others in there with her cats taking special attention on Joshua and Innes's feet. We too were crouched in that pile of books trying to stay quiet as she searched for us so that she could truly have each of the "Twin Prize's of Magvel" in her clutches. We should have known about the spider's or at least expected them in tomes that old. You tried to get them off me but once they were upon my neck, there was no way she couldn't hear my braying. We were dragged out and stocked right alongside the others for almost a full day before any attendants thought to check on us. So many games of ‘This Little Piggie’.”
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Lyon wasn't even listening slightly. The only thing that had even slipped through the cloud of feathers around his mind were the words "This Little Piggy" and his fantasies twisted to have himself bound and gagged in tight ropes leaving marks as an eight-foot horned monstrosity wiggled each of his toes gingerly while he teared up at the feeling of whatever was nibbling on his tender thighs. The Ephraim's all reminisced of happy times with their friend while his own warped sense of self-worth twisted the scenario into a punishment fitting of someone as pathetic as him.
After what he'd done, soft feathers and massages weren't what he deserved. His mind was filled with long-tongued monsters with tentacles looking for ticklish skin. The shadows beneath the bed twisted and changed accordingly so as to match his expectations. No matter how much his former friends tried to lure him softly to playful tickle them back by half-heartedly holding him down he stayed limp beneath them. He jolted as if he'd been shocked though suddenly as the "youngest" of the Ephraim's finally got himself free. His rough hand had fumbled its way through Lyon's robes before finding what it was looking for hidden in the folds. He pulled the erect violet pubed cock out and gently stroked a finger down the quivering muscle.
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Lyon was dragged back to reality and out of his fantasy of bouncing on Surtr's cock while thick fingers burrowed into his pits. He had to deal with the strong fingers of the Ephraim who had him now instead poking and teasing his little fellow. Lyon jumped and giggled at each touch to the point where he didn't even notice the others releasing him to assist with a new tactic. He was now finally focusing as the newest member of the troupe leaned forward to attack his cock with hot breath and warm kisses that came buzzed lips to make Lyon titter. The Ephraim's head stayed there nibbling the sides of Lyon's shaft as 40 wiggling digits closed in around them.
Soon eight pairs of pedicured yet still quite strong feet forced themselves into stroke and smother their new members face as well as Lyon's pampered dick. Ephraim stayed on target but occasionally would pull away to grab ahold of whichever foot was getting the freshest and lay into it with a sloppy raspberry to teach it it's place. Lyon was now completely here and going mad. He swore he could feel his mind leaking out of his ear and could barely pay attention this one began talking.
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"I'm so glad to have finally found you again Lyon. I do not know if you are the version of my friend from my world who came with me but by the gods, my body is on fire and aching to treat you like him. I've listened to these four but must ask what they're talking about still. In their worlds, you seem to have committed some kind of crime and fought against them but to me that is unthinkable. The kind young man from my childhood who stood by my side and fought for justice a villain? That's preposterous. After all, so many times when we fought bandits for Captain Gerik did one of them simply snatch those soft little bits under your robes like this and render you helpless."
The shadows beneath the bed surged forward as the shapes in the darkness stirred. They had been waiting but were curious to see what happened as they watched the darkness take shape. They could wait and let the young man have more fun.
"Not that I was much better. A good few times was I tricked myself. How many times did you have to pull a red-faced me from under a pile of barbarian furs or out of a bael's web? Remember that week I spent on a centaur's saddle? The horrid creature put me there with my wrists bound so that it could have my soles at its sides to play with whenever it wanted. They took the whole band besides you like that and we could do nothing. The only thing that kept me from laughing and wheezing right alongside Gerik, Ewan, and Tethys forever out on the plains was your plan to lure the beast to a river. How could you save me in that world Lyon but fight me in others? It makes no sense. These must be tricks brought on from all the games of our Lady Hel."
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As if summoned by the name, the Ephraim in the lead suddenly felt a pair of cold hands close around his ankles. Yelping in surprise as he was lifted by them off of Lyon and clear of the bed as well. A tongue as cold as the grave slimily worked it's way up the warriors sole who could do nothing but titter like a child as he hung there in the icy grip of his Mistress Hel. The other Ephraims turned towards in hopes that they too would receive tickles but after blessing each of her Ephraim's toes with a black kiss and then tossing him to the bed she ignored them. Instead, Hel took each of Lyon's wrists in her hands and pulled them with her as she lay back.
Lyon could only giggle and whimper as this monster guided him atop her. He yelped like a small animal as the Ephraims all fell over each other to guide his still bafflingly hard cock beneath that black dress to the place he dreaded the most. He was slipped into a cold void where it felt as if his manhood was attacked at all sides with all manner of gentle yet horrid punishments. He tried to pull away but Hel kept his thin wrists held tight while all five of his former friend bit, sucked, licked, kissed, and motorboated his pale ass-cheeks. The various techniques had the prince weak and gyrating as he tried to pull away from all those naughty pairs of lips just like Hel wanted.
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While this all happened the Ephraims all got comfortable atop their mistress and presented her with a buffet of size 12's that all jockeyed and footsied each other as they vied for their mistress’s attention. Hel would reward whichever foot managed to make it forwards with a long reverential lick before the rest of the pack pulled it back while it's owner laughed and sagged at the attention.
So enraptured with all of this was she, that she scarcely noticed the black tendrils slipping their way up the foot of the bed. They stopped to give the Queen of the Dead's great pale 18's a poke as they went by. One by one the tendril took the wrists of each of the Ephraim's who simply were too engrossed in Lyon's ass to notice. The tendrils slipped beneath their teeth to effectively gag them and then forced them to the bed. The five wiggled and bucked but more tendrils slid beneath their pecs to tie them down. Quick as a whip, Lyon and Hel's wrists were snatched too. Lyon fell back and was tied into the Ephraim pile who fell on his blushing face with a swarm of light kisses as Hel roared and tried to twist free.
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However, she'd gotten so lost in her toy that she hadn't noticed her ankles and thighs being strapped down just like her pets. She could do nothing as her hands were forced down to the bed as another dark tendril strapped her down. A mess of these black appendages knotted together and took form before her as she seethed in rage. A naked human took shape that was quickly cloaked in purple robes and familiar violet hair as right before her stood another Lyon.
Unlike the one now being barraged by gentle affection beneath her on not just his blushing cheeks but also having his small, soft peets footsied into oblivion right before Hel, this one had a hungry look upon his face. He smiled down at the bright red version of himself being nibbled smooched to hell and back by all those versions of the one who'd fought to save him. He brushed aside some hair on the prince and laid his own lips upon his forehead before blowing a sloppy raspberry that had Lyon howling and kicking his skinny legs.
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"A fine vessel and a reward undeserved by someone so weak. I will leave you here Lyon for now but return later to collect you."
He turned to Hel and smiled as a black tendril slipped between the queen of the dead's teeth and tied her down firmly to the bed. With but a snap of his fingers the sides of bed strained and the wood splintered as his many tentacles rolled the mattress up around all seven.
"I believe you may have already surmised who I am based upon who I was but allow me to still introduce myself. I am Fomortiis the dread king of demons. I thank you for this Empire you have gifted me with your own negligence. I hid not just myself but also this form in the body of this weakling that you all too eagerly chased.
Never did I dream of this kind of hell you have created for not just him but also these Heroes. To trap them all in prisons of pleasure until they are enslaved by it... truly wicked and you have my commendations upon it. I'd never have thought to rule in such a way but I greatly look forward to doing so and what new versions of these kinds of things I can do with my new empire."
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The wreckage of the bed settled in its new form. Now Hel was wrapped tightly with her head protruding in the center of a blooming bouquet of feet belonging to her hunting pack and before her lips the small feet of Lyon. While she struggled Ephraim's feet were all quick to once again go back to their footsies unfettered by Lyon's resistance. A similar scene played out on the other where Lyon's violet head protruded on a bed made of her massive pale soles. She laughed and thrashed as Lyon did the same under the non-stop pecks of the Ephraim's, as his every movement tickled her great soles with his strands of hair.
Fomortiis rolled his new dish so that Queen of the Dead now faced the ground. He took a seat upon her and bent over to tap the small feet of the Lyon he inhabited. Hel watched as the small mage's feet grew longer before her eyes until they were now larger than each of the Ephraim's. He wiggled the toes of his new size 13's and smiled as he pressed them into the back of her head to force her to worship the captive Lyon's small peets and make him laugh harder causing him to tickle her even more.
"A personal preference. I can't stand to be dwarfed. Now let us settle in and see how long your will lasts. What a servant you'll make for me."
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Hel struggled for a bit inside her prison but soon her long bony fingers closed around soft warm meat as they took three ticklish cocks each. Eventually, she resigned herself to her fate, and even further on she broke. After all, she herself had proven that even gods break before long to the soft-touch...
