Hello good people of the TMF.
Here's the fourth — and final — episode of Maki's Seduction.
Previously…
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
It picks up right where part 3 left off. Thanks to everyone who read and commented. Much appreciated!
Let's get to it…
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Maki's Seduction — Part 4
I passed out moaning; I came to tittering. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew my feet were being played with. Gentle hands caressed the tops of my feet, a pair of soft lips kissed my ankle. An experimental tug confirmed my arms were still bound.
Raising my head, I blinked the sleep out of my eyes to see Effie was again straddling my legs, around the knees and shin area. This time, her back was to me, giving me an incredible view of her glorious round buns as she leaned over me. A loud moan escaped my lips; she turned, grinning at me over her shoulder. “Hello there, sleeping beauty,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”
“… uhhnnn… wh-what are you doing to M-maki now…?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?”
“… uhhh… mmm… you’re playing w-with Maki’s f-feet…”
“That’s right. I’ll bet these feet don’t get enough attention, do they?”
I gasped out a “no.” It was true enough, though I actually considered it fortunate that my feet weren’t given much “attention,” as Effie put it. My feet are insanely sensitive — prolonged, intense tickling of my toes can be horrible torture for me. It saps my self-control and will to resist more quickly than most other tortures, as bad as those can be. But anyone intent on truly torturing me usually doesn’t spend much time on my feet; they find other parts of me much more enticing. The same goes for far more friendly encounters. My playmates in those circumstances don’t know what they missed, not spending some extra time showing my feet a little TLC…
But Effie seemed to sense this. She was treating my feet the same way she had treated the rest of me earlier — soft strokes and caresses, gentle fondling, a light kiss here and there. It was driving me crazy in its own subtle way. I had woken up turned on, and was only getting more so. I found I really wanted to get my hands on Effie. Moaning, I tugged at the bindings. “Untie Maki… let her please you …”
“You’ve already pleased me,” she said. “You’re pleasing me right now. There’s nothing I want to do more than this, my scrumptious thing. This makes me feel sooo good…”
“… ohh… but M-maki wants you… she w-wants… oh! … eee-heee-heee-heee!…” Effie lightly spidered her fingernails up and down my soles. My feet danced as I giggled, toes curling and flexing under her tickly touch. The gentle tickling sent tendrils of fizzing pleasure shooting through my body.
I babbled through my gasps and giggles. “… oh… M-aki’s f-feet are soooo t-ticklish… eee-heee-hee… oh be nice to h-her… tee-hee-hee…”
“I wouldn’t think of being mean to you, Maki,” Effie said. Her fingertips and nails tapped up and down my arches. “Is this mean? Is this too much for you?”
“… oh no… heeheehee… Maki likes it… ooo…”
“Then just enjoy it, my sweet,” Effie said. “Enjoy the feel of my hands and fingers touching your feet, fondling your feet, tickling you oh so gently… right here… and right here…”
Over and over, she ran her fingers from my toes to my ankles, sometimes flickering her fingernails and making me squeak and jump. But all of it just felt so good… “Oooo,” she sighed. “Your feet...so cute...so sensitive... tickle tickle…”
A steady stream of noise was coming from my mouth, soft titter and moans interspersed with lust-addled babbling. Soon, Effie was echoing my own noises, moaning and cooing and tittering along with me. And she kept gently tickling, her fingers scribbling over my soles, nails glided up and down my arches, tracing the little creases, scratching my heels…
It didn’t take much before I couldn’t even babble anymore. My thighs were quivering, my stomach and breasts quaking with giggles. Each touch, each stroke of her nails or fingertips made my light laughter climb a notch. I gave my body up to the laughter and the delicious sensations shooting through me, thoroughly enjoying Effie’s touch and her obvious desire for me.
“…oh yes… more… tickle Maki’s feet…!” I managed to cry.
When Effie started brushing up and down my toes, I let out a little shriek. Effie’s fingers slid between my wiggling tootsies, nails lightly scratching at the pads of my toes as I squealed and wriggled. Through bleary eyes I saw her lean over… and then felt her pop one of my big toes in her mouth, sucking hard. I whooped, back arching in intense, ticklish pleasure. As Effie’s hot, wet lips and tongue sucked and licked my big toe, I felt my already boiling lust bubble over and consume me. I cried out in ecstasy, back arched and head thrown back. “… awww gawds… oh efffeee…”
“… ummm… so delicious… so tasty,” Effie moaned. She swirled her tongue around and around my big toe, making me shriek with giggles.
The tickling and pleasure merged until I couldn’t tell one from the other. They were engulfing me, wrapping me up in a cocoon of pure touch and feeling. My body shook uncontrollably. I went from hysterical giggles to long, high pitched moans and groans and back again as Effie kept finding new ways to use her mouth on my feet. She’d lick and suck on my toes, then nibble and nuzzle for a while, and then go back to using her tongue, tasting my arches with long licks. Then she’d treat the sides of my feet to little nips before returning to my toes and sucking again.
And then I was over the edge, my burning lust suddenly pitched past the point of no return. “… ohhhh… ohhh you’re going to… you’re going to make Maki come… ohhhhh…”
“You go right ahead,” Effie said, popping one of my big toes out of her mouth briefly. Her hips were grinding against my knees, going faster and faster. “Come for me, sweetie…”
“… ohhhhhhhhhh!…” A noise somewhere between a high-pitched moan and a long sigh came from me as my gigglegasm welled up and consumed me, gently shaking me all over before once again sending me into darkness…
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During the night, I was gently tickled awake for a third time. But now, I was untied, curled up on my side with Effie behind me. Her fingernails lightly scratched along my upper back, between my shoulder blades, occasionally playing with the back of my neck. I groaned and rolled over to face her. We wriggled closer, fitting our bodies together, enfolding each other in our arms.
“… mmmm… you untied me,” I said sleepily. “Are you setting your little ‘tickle-slave’ free?”
I was joking, of course, but Effie chose to treat my remark with a degree of seriousness. “First of all, there’s nothing ‘little’ about you,” she said, running a hand along the swell of my hip, then slipping around to grab a handful of my butt and give it a squeeze. “Second, sweet Maki, you could have left at any time. If you had had enough of our little game, I would have untied you in a heartbeat. But most importantly, you’re no ‘tickle slave’ to me. I can call on plenty of ‘tickle slaves,’ including a few of my peers in the Queen’s court. And of course, I luv tickling you, and I will fully admit to trying to seduce you… But my feelings for you run deeper than that. I thought I had shown you that, though perhaps another demonstration is in order.”
I chuckled. “Another demonstration? I’m not sure I can take it…”
“No? ‘Maki’ seems to be able to take quite a lot.”
When she said my name, she punctuated it with a waggle of her eyebrows and a certain inflection in her voice. “Oh, so you noticed how I talk about myself?” I said.
“How could I miss it?”
“It’s something that sometimes happens to me when I become really, really wound up,” I said. “It’s ridiculous and silly, I know, but usually whoever I’m with is in no position to mock me for it.”
“…mmm… I’ll bet not…” Effie purred. “But I wouldn’t dream of mocking you for it. I think it’s so cute, and of course I’m thrilled that I could make you do it. But I can’t help noticing, you’re not doing it now.”
“…you took it all out of me, sweetie. You used me all up…”
“So you’ve said. But let’s see about that… does Maki like this…?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
“… does Maki like this?…”
“… unnhhh…”
“… does Maki like this?…”
“… oohhhh… yesss…”
“… does this make Maki feel good?…”
“… ohhh… ohhh yes… that makes Maki feel sooo gooood…”
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I awoke early the next morning, my body still buzzing from Effie’s sensual assault. Effie lay beside me, sleeping heavily, sprawled on her belly. The taut bubbles of her round, firm butt put wicked thoughts into my head. Moving as carefully as I could, I found the cords that Effie had used to tie me the night before. Effie sighed and twitched in her sleep as I slowly wound a soft cord around each wrist. Her arms bound, I moved to her ankles, deftly and quickly securing each one.
She was now tied spread-eagled on her belly. I took a moment to admire all the sleek, smooth, dark skin on display before me, then leaned forward, kissing her softly on the neck and letting my tongue flicker across her ear. She moaned and grinned, her body shifting on the bed. Her eyelids fluttered and opened half-way. “Mmmmm, Maki,” she sighed. “Ummm. . .”
“Hi,” I said, nuzzling her ear.
“Mmmmm. . .” She moaned, her eyes still half-shut, and tried to reach for me. “What?!” She looked up, and realized she was tied. “Oh, no,” she groaned, her grin broadening into a sleepy smile.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “I just want to do for you what you did for me. It only seems fair.”
Effie groaned again, twitching her hips. Kneeling beside her, I idly ran my fingernail down her back, watching her muscles jump and quiver. “…ooooo… you don’t have to tie me up,” she said with a sigh. “I won’t run away.”
I leaned down, letting the ends of my hair trickle over the side of her face, my mouth right up close to her ear. “You got to play with me all you wanted,” I whispered, making her giggle as my breath tickled her ear. “Now it’s my turn to play with you.” I softly blew in her ear, nuzzled her ear, before whispering again, “I want to show you how much I (lick) like (lick) you (lick).”
“… eeeheeheeehee… it doesn’t l-look like I have much choice,” she giggled. ”… mmmm… be kind to me. Or ravish me. I’m all yours… ooohoohoo!…” With my fingernails I began tracing delicate patterns all up and down her smooth back. She moaned and shuddered as I made goosebumps spring up across her back. A particular spot between her shoulder blades made her jerk and catch her breath, so I would return there often between trips up and down her spine and across her shoulders.
A constant stream of moans, sighs, and coos came from Effie’s lips, and she twitched and squirmed enticingly, her wriggling butt and hips seeming to burrow into the cushions. My sliding, gliding fingernails began to explore other areas of her torso, tracing up and down her sides, along the gentle curve of her waist. Whenever my fingernails slid over a particularly sensitive spot I would be rewarded with a little shriek or giggle.
“Does this tickle?”
All I got in reply was a flurry of giggles.
“Is it too much?” I said, my tone gently teasing. “Is it too much tickling for you?”
“… oh no…” Effie managed to gasp. “… heeheehee… I’m like you… ghee-hee-hee… I can… (ahhh!)… take a lot of tickling… p-probably even … heeheehee… more than you…”
“Oh you think? I don’t recall asking you to stop. On the contrary.”
… (gasp)… I was s-sort of s-surprised… hahaha… you’re s-so sensitive… tee-heee-hee… I was surprised… yeep! heehehee… th-that you could t-t-take it…
“Oh, I can take a lot of tickling,” I said. I straddled her butt and leaned down, my breasts pressing against her back and spreading out. Effie’s head was turned to the side, and I put my lips close to her ear. “But as you know, it’s sometimes not a matter of taking it. What counts is who’s doing it… and what they’re doing…” My fluttering fingers danced into her underarms, flicked the sides of her firm breasts. I went on whispering in her ear. “… the soft, gentle tickles… from someone who wants to please you… well, you just want it to go on and on…”
I went on tickling her gently, blowing in her ear, kissing her neck. Effie cooed and moaned and squealed, her tight little body squirming constantly underneath me. In a little while I clambered off her to kneel at her side again, resuming my light stroking of her back. This time, I pressed my fingers in a little bit more, enjoying the firmness of her back as I massaged her. Effie was almost panting as her body calmed down from the tickling. She started groaning. “Ohhh Maki… mmmm… ohh…”
“I guess you can take a lot of tickling,” I said.
“… uhhnnn… if this my reward for being able to take it… ummm… then tickle me all you want…”
“Be careful what you wish for,” I said, but I continued my slow massage down her back to the accompaniment of her moans and groans. When I got to her waist, I bypassed her twitching butt, and then went back to the delicate fingernail treatment, this time on the backs and insides of her firm, shapely thighs. This earned me high-pitched peal of giggles and a flurry of frantic hip wriggling. “Oh, Maki!” she squeaked.”Eeee hee hee hee! Ooooo, sweetie. . .”
Her tight little body squirmed on the cushions, her twitching butt distracting me as my fingernails trvaled up and down, up and down her inner thighs.
“This is nothing. This is just a teaser,” I said.
“It is a tease! You’re going to tease me out of my mind, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I said, making her laugh as my fingernails raked slowly and softly down the backs of her thighs to scratch lightly behind her knee caps. Then I began again on her inner thighs. “Ohhh, I feel like I’m in heaven,” she moaned. “You’re going to make me late for duty, sweetie. . .”
“What happens if you’re late?”
“…mmmm. . . the Queen gets angry. . . ohh. . .”
“But surely the Queen wouldn’t get angry with you for this,” I said. “You’re entertaining an important visitor to your beautiful queendom.”
“…ohhhh… she can get angry all she wants… gah! heeheehee… it’s w-worth it…”
As I stroked the backs of her thighs, her knees, and down her calves, I spied a vase full of wispy plumes tucked near a wall. I gave Effie’s feet a brief little tickle before hopping up to pluck a plume from the vase. Tittering, Effie raised her head up, eyes blinking blearily.
“… heeheehee… ohh… where did you go Maki?…”
“I’m right here,” I said as I resumed my spot kneeling beside her. Effie didn’t see the plume. She only realized what I was going to do when I drew the large feather slowly across her firm, round buns.
“…Yeeeheeheeheeeheee!… oh! oh! … ooohoohooeeeyaa!… eeeheeehee!…” Effie’s hips arched and bucked, butt bobbling vigorously. “… ohhh!… heeheehee!…”
I was pretty wound up myself at this point. Effie’s cries and giggles, her writhing and wriggling — especially after I started to dust her buns with the feather — had me burning up with desire. But there was another part of me that didn’t want our fun to end quite yet.
“Ohhh… do you treat all your women like this?” Effie moaned.
“Do you really want to know how Maki treats her playmates?”
“…oh yes… yes. . .”
“Then Maki will tell you,” I said, slowly drawing the feather up and down, across and over, those perfect bubbles of flesh. “Maki plays with them until they’re begging for mercy. Then she makes them tell her how beautiful she is. Then, she makes them nibble and lick and suck on her breasts…”
Effie squealed. She was giggling like crazy now, her little butt in a frenzy of twitching. “… ohhh… heeheehee… d-do that to me… ahahaha… ummm… make me do th-that…”
“Maki looks forward to ‘making’ you do that,” I said. “Not right now, though…”
While one hand wielded the plume, my free hand fondled her buns, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pinching lightly, sometimes swirling my fingernails round and round in circles. There’s a spot on everyone’s backside — the little crease where butt meets upper thigh — where the right touch can reduce almost anyone to a babbling, quivering mess, and Effie was no exception. I very delicately traced a line there with a single nail on my index finger and Effie howled, her butt bucking furiously up and down.
“… okay… heeheehee… okay!… yoo-hoo-hoo wunnn… eeeeeheehee… finish me, sweetie… puh-leeeezz!…”
I slipped the plume between her firm thighs, drawing it back and forth. Effie’s hips went into a wriggling, grinding frenzy. Her limbs jerked and twitched in the bonds. She threw her head back, moaning and crying out and babbling. “… oh Maki… ohh feels so good… oh yes… make me… make me… ohh!… OHHHH! … AAAAAAAHHHHHH!…” With a howl that seemed to go on and on, Effie came, body jolting and shaking in the throes of a powerful climax. Her shaking gradually lessened, her howl dropped to a moan before fading away entirely, and she flopped senseless onto the cushions, utterly spent.
In the hush that followed, I brushed the hair from Effie’s face and whispered her name a few times. When she didn’t respond, I untied her. Unconscious, she pulled her limbs in and curled up on her side, sighing deeply.
I was more than happy to let her sleep, of course, and considering all she had done for me during our night together, I was pleased to be able to get a little closer to “repaying the debt.” But the way I felt now, I was also quite eager for Effie to wake up. Usually I’m the picture of patience; now, I felt antsy, jumpy… well, so lusty I didn’t seem to know what to do with myself. If there had been anyone to talk to, I would have been referring to myself in the third person. So, I lounged around a little bit, trying to make myself relax. I had a little breakfast from the remnants of our meal the night before, poured myself a refreshing drink or two. I stood in an open window, hoping the light, early morning breezes of Ardentia might cool me down a little. Maybe it worked a little bit, but the moment Effie started to stir, I eagerly bounced across the room to her. She stretched her limbs, eyelids fluttering. I dropped to my knees next to her, rolled her onto her back, and immediately began peppering her breasts and belly with kisses.
Effie surprised me. One moment she was groggy, loose-limbed, barely awake. Then suddenly, with a sound almost like a roar, she threw her limbs around me and buried her mouth in my neck. I cried out as I collapsed on top of her. Her hands were all over me, lips hungrily munching my neck. “… no!… no!” I laughed, squirming as she squeezed and fondled. “… no!… Maki gets you!…”
I pressed my fingers into her waist, tickling her until she let go. I grabbed her wrists in my hands and pinned them over her head, then straddled her waist.
We were both panting, still giggling. Effie looked up at me, a huge grin on her face, eyes glowing with desire.
“You don’t get Maki,” I said again. “Maki gets you.”
“Oh… what a sight you are Maki,” she gasped. “What are you going to do with me?”
My breasts dangled just over her face; Effie’s eyes followed them as they rocked slightly from side-to-side. She gave an excited squeak, squirming underneath me, and craned her head up towards the round globes of delicious flesh hanging in front of her. They remained just out of the reach of her puckered lips. “Do you want them?” I breathed. “Do you want Maki’s breasts?” I made them sway just a little bit more.
“…ooo… you know I do!” Effie giggled. “Give them to me, sweetie! I want them sooo much…”
“Will you be nice to Maki’s breasts? Will you be gentle?”
“Yes! Yes! Gimme…”
I lowered them just a little and shimmied my shoulders back and forth, gently battering Effie’s head with my enormous tits. She squealed with delight. “… oof… oh!… oh you tease… aah!…”
“Do you promise you’ll be nice to Maki?” I said.
Effie was laughing. “…OH!… yes!… I promise!…”
I lowered myself to within easy range of Effie’s mouth, giving a breathy cry as I felt her lips on me. Typically, my playmates are much too eager when they first get their mouth on my tits, gobbling away for all they’re worth, and then I have to tickle them into submission. But Effie’s knowing lips and tongue were sweet from the start, bathing my nipple with gentle lickling as she slowly drew it into her mouth. Of course, I tickled the heck out of her anyway; I had to release her wrists to get my hands busy, but she was too helpless with laughter to do anything more than flail at me. I tickled her until she was shrieking, then pinned her wrists again and made her start all over…
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Though the repairs on my flyer were finished later that afternoon, I was in no hurry to leave. I spent a couple more days in Effie’s delightful company before departing to resume my mission.
“You be careful out there,” Effie said as we kissed good-bye on the landing platform, our arms around each other. “I’m sure there are many out there who would love to come to your rescue if you got in trouble, but they may not be as sweet as me.”
“… mmm… I know that’s true,” I replied, kissing her.
“And of course, I hope you don’t stay away so long this time,” Effie said. “I hope you come back and see your friends in Ardentia very, very soon, and you let them show you how appreciate your visit.”
“Oh, I’ll be back soon,” I said. “I promise.”
And as I departed Ardentia and flew on towards my next mission, it was a promise I was already looking forward to keeping.
Here's the fourth — and final — episode of Maki's Seduction.
Previously…
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
It picks up right where part 3 left off. Thanks to everyone who read and commented. Much appreciated!
Let's get to it…
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Maki's Seduction — Part 4
I passed out moaning; I came to tittering. Even before I opened my eyes, I knew my feet were being played with. Gentle hands caressed the tops of my feet, a pair of soft lips kissed my ankle. An experimental tug confirmed my arms were still bound.
Raising my head, I blinked the sleep out of my eyes to see Effie was again straddling my legs, around the knees and shin area. This time, her back was to me, giving me an incredible view of her glorious round buns as she leaned over me. A loud moan escaped my lips; she turned, grinning at me over her shoulder. “Hello there, sleeping beauty,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re awake.”
“… uhhnnn… wh-what are you doing to M-maki now…?”
“What does it feel like I’m doing?”
“… uhhh… mmm… you’re playing w-with Maki’s f-feet…”
“That’s right. I’ll bet these feet don’t get enough attention, do they?”
I gasped out a “no.” It was true enough, though I actually considered it fortunate that my feet weren’t given much “attention,” as Effie put it. My feet are insanely sensitive — prolonged, intense tickling of my toes can be horrible torture for me. It saps my self-control and will to resist more quickly than most other tortures, as bad as those can be. But anyone intent on truly torturing me usually doesn’t spend much time on my feet; they find other parts of me much more enticing. The same goes for far more friendly encounters. My playmates in those circumstances don’t know what they missed, not spending some extra time showing my feet a little TLC…
But Effie seemed to sense this. She was treating my feet the same way she had treated the rest of me earlier — soft strokes and caresses, gentle fondling, a light kiss here and there. It was driving me crazy in its own subtle way. I had woken up turned on, and was only getting more so. I found I really wanted to get my hands on Effie. Moaning, I tugged at the bindings. “Untie Maki… let her please you …”
“You’ve already pleased me,” she said. “You’re pleasing me right now. There’s nothing I want to do more than this, my scrumptious thing. This makes me feel sooo good…”
“… ohh… but M-maki wants you… she w-wants… oh! … eee-heee-heee-heee!…” Effie lightly spidered her fingernails up and down my soles. My feet danced as I giggled, toes curling and flexing under her tickly touch. The gentle tickling sent tendrils of fizzing pleasure shooting through my body.
I babbled through my gasps and giggles. “… oh… M-aki’s f-feet are soooo t-ticklish… eee-heee-hee… oh be nice to h-her… tee-hee-hee…”
“I wouldn’t think of being mean to you, Maki,” Effie said. Her fingertips and nails tapped up and down my arches. “Is this mean? Is this too much for you?”
“… oh no… heeheehee… Maki likes it… ooo…”
“Then just enjoy it, my sweet,” Effie said. “Enjoy the feel of my hands and fingers touching your feet, fondling your feet, tickling you oh so gently… right here… and right here…”
Over and over, she ran her fingers from my toes to my ankles, sometimes flickering her fingernails and making me squeak and jump. But all of it just felt so good… “Oooo,” she sighed. “Your feet...so cute...so sensitive... tickle tickle…”
A steady stream of noise was coming from my mouth, soft titter and moans interspersed with lust-addled babbling. Soon, Effie was echoing my own noises, moaning and cooing and tittering along with me. And she kept gently tickling, her fingers scribbling over my soles, nails glided up and down my arches, tracing the little creases, scratching my heels…
It didn’t take much before I couldn’t even babble anymore. My thighs were quivering, my stomach and breasts quaking with giggles. Each touch, each stroke of her nails or fingertips made my light laughter climb a notch. I gave my body up to the laughter and the delicious sensations shooting through me, thoroughly enjoying Effie’s touch and her obvious desire for me.
“…oh yes… more… tickle Maki’s feet…!” I managed to cry.
When Effie started brushing up and down my toes, I let out a little shriek. Effie’s fingers slid between my wiggling tootsies, nails lightly scratching at the pads of my toes as I squealed and wriggled. Through bleary eyes I saw her lean over… and then felt her pop one of my big toes in her mouth, sucking hard. I whooped, back arching in intense, ticklish pleasure. As Effie’s hot, wet lips and tongue sucked and licked my big toe, I felt my already boiling lust bubble over and consume me. I cried out in ecstasy, back arched and head thrown back. “… awww gawds… oh efffeee…”
“… ummm… so delicious… so tasty,” Effie moaned. She swirled her tongue around and around my big toe, making me shriek with giggles.
The tickling and pleasure merged until I couldn’t tell one from the other. They were engulfing me, wrapping me up in a cocoon of pure touch and feeling. My body shook uncontrollably. I went from hysterical giggles to long, high pitched moans and groans and back again as Effie kept finding new ways to use her mouth on my feet. She’d lick and suck on my toes, then nibble and nuzzle for a while, and then go back to using her tongue, tasting my arches with long licks. Then she’d treat the sides of my feet to little nips before returning to my toes and sucking again.
And then I was over the edge, my burning lust suddenly pitched past the point of no return. “… ohhhh… ohhh you’re going to… you’re going to make Maki come… ohhhhh…”
“You go right ahead,” Effie said, popping one of my big toes out of her mouth briefly. Her hips were grinding against my knees, going faster and faster. “Come for me, sweetie…”
“… ohhhhhhhhhh!…” A noise somewhere between a high-pitched moan and a long sigh came from me as my gigglegasm welled up and consumed me, gently shaking me all over before once again sending me into darkness…
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During the night, I was gently tickled awake for a third time. But now, I was untied, curled up on my side with Effie behind me. Her fingernails lightly scratched along my upper back, between my shoulder blades, occasionally playing with the back of my neck. I groaned and rolled over to face her. We wriggled closer, fitting our bodies together, enfolding each other in our arms.
“… mmmm… you untied me,” I said sleepily. “Are you setting your little ‘tickle-slave’ free?”
I was joking, of course, but Effie chose to treat my remark with a degree of seriousness. “First of all, there’s nothing ‘little’ about you,” she said, running a hand along the swell of my hip, then slipping around to grab a handful of my butt and give it a squeeze. “Second, sweet Maki, you could have left at any time. If you had had enough of our little game, I would have untied you in a heartbeat. But most importantly, you’re no ‘tickle slave’ to me. I can call on plenty of ‘tickle slaves,’ including a few of my peers in the Queen’s court. And of course, I luv tickling you, and I will fully admit to trying to seduce you… But my feelings for you run deeper than that. I thought I had shown you that, though perhaps another demonstration is in order.”
I chuckled. “Another demonstration? I’m not sure I can take it…”
“No? ‘Maki’ seems to be able to take quite a lot.”
When she said my name, she punctuated it with a waggle of her eyebrows and a certain inflection in her voice. “Oh, so you noticed how I talk about myself?” I said.
“How could I miss it?”
“It’s something that sometimes happens to me when I become really, really wound up,” I said. “It’s ridiculous and silly, I know, but usually whoever I’m with is in no position to mock me for it.”
“…mmm… I’ll bet not…” Effie purred. “But I wouldn’t dream of mocking you for it. I think it’s so cute, and of course I’m thrilled that I could make you do it. But I can’t help noticing, you’re not doing it now.”
“…you took it all out of me, sweetie. You used me all up…”
“So you’ve said. But let’s see about that… does Maki like this…?”
“…mmm-hmm…”
“… does Maki like this?…”
“… unnhhh…”
“… does Maki like this?…”
“… oohhhh… yesss…”
“… does this make Maki feel good?…”
“… ohhh… ohhh yes… that makes Maki feel sooo gooood…”
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I awoke early the next morning, my body still buzzing from Effie’s sensual assault. Effie lay beside me, sleeping heavily, sprawled on her belly. The taut bubbles of her round, firm butt put wicked thoughts into my head. Moving as carefully as I could, I found the cords that Effie had used to tie me the night before. Effie sighed and twitched in her sleep as I slowly wound a soft cord around each wrist. Her arms bound, I moved to her ankles, deftly and quickly securing each one.
She was now tied spread-eagled on her belly. I took a moment to admire all the sleek, smooth, dark skin on display before me, then leaned forward, kissing her softly on the neck and letting my tongue flicker across her ear. She moaned and grinned, her body shifting on the bed. Her eyelids fluttered and opened half-way. “Mmmmm, Maki,” she sighed. “Ummm. . .”
“Hi,” I said, nuzzling her ear.
“Mmmmm. . .” She moaned, her eyes still half-shut, and tried to reach for me. “What?!” She looked up, and realized she was tied. “Oh, no,” she groaned, her grin broadening into a sleepy smile.
“Oh, yes,” I said. “I just want to do for you what you did for me. It only seems fair.”
Effie groaned again, twitching her hips. Kneeling beside her, I idly ran my fingernail down her back, watching her muscles jump and quiver. “…ooooo… you don’t have to tie me up,” she said with a sigh. “I won’t run away.”
I leaned down, letting the ends of my hair trickle over the side of her face, my mouth right up close to her ear. “You got to play with me all you wanted,” I whispered, making her giggle as my breath tickled her ear. “Now it’s my turn to play with you.” I softly blew in her ear, nuzzled her ear, before whispering again, “I want to show you how much I (lick) like (lick) you (lick).”
“… eeeheeheeehee… it doesn’t l-look like I have much choice,” she giggled. ”… mmmm… be kind to me. Or ravish me. I’m all yours… ooohoohoo!…” With my fingernails I began tracing delicate patterns all up and down her smooth back. She moaned and shuddered as I made goosebumps spring up across her back. A particular spot between her shoulder blades made her jerk and catch her breath, so I would return there often between trips up and down her spine and across her shoulders.
A constant stream of moans, sighs, and coos came from Effie’s lips, and she twitched and squirmed enticingly, her wriggling butt and hips seeming to burrow into the cushions. My sliding, gliding fingernails began to explore other areas of her torso, tracing up and down her sides, along the gentle curve of her waist. Whenever my fingernails slid over a particularly sensitive spot I would be rewarded with a little shriek or giggle.
“Does this tickle?”
All I got in reply was a flurry of giggles.
“Is it too much?” I said, my tone gently teasing. “Is it too much tickling for you?”
“… oh no…” Effie managed to gasp. “… heeheehee… I’m like you… ghee-hee-hee… I can… (ahhh!)… take a lot of tickling… p-probably even … heeheehee… more than you…”
“Oh you think? I don’t recall asking you to stop. On the contrary.”
… (gasp)… I was s-sort of s-surprised… hahaha… you’re s-so sensitive… tee-heee-hee… I was surprised… yeep! heehehee… th-that you could t-t-take it…
“Oh, I can take a lot of tickling,” I said. I straddled her butt and leaned down, my breasts pressing against her back and spreading out. Effie’s head was turned to the side, and I put my lips close to her ear. “But as you know, it’s sometimes not a matter of taking it. What counts is who’s doing it… and what they’re doing…” My fluttering fingers danced into her underarms, flicked the sides of her firm breasts. I went on whispering in her ear. “… the soft, gentle tickles… from someone who wants to please you… well, you just want it to go on and on…”
I went on tickling her gently, blowing in her ear, kissing her neck. Effie cooed and moaned and squealed, her tight little body squirming constantly underneath me. In a little while I clambered off her to kneel at her side again, resuming my light stroking of her back. This time, I pressed my fingers in a little bit more, enjoying the firmness of her back as I massaged her. Effie was almost panting as her body calmed down from the tickling. She started groaning. “Ohhh Maki… mmmm… ohh…”
“I guess you can take a lot of tickling,” I said.
“… uhhnnn… if this my reward for being able to take it… ummm… then tickle me all you want…”
“Be careful what you wish for,” I said, but I continued my slow massage down her back to the accompaniment of her moans and groans. When I got to her waist, I bypassed her twitching butt, and then went back to the delicate fingernail treatment, this time on the backs and insides of her firm, shapely thighs. This earned me high-pitched peal of giggles and a flurry of frantic hip wriggling. “Oh, Maki!” she squeaked.”Eeee hee hee hee! Ooooo, sweetie. . .”
Her tight little body squirmed on the cushions, her twitching butt distracting me as my fingernails trvaled up and down, up and down her inner thighs.
“This is nothing. This is just a teaser,” I said.
“It is a tease! You’re going to tease me out of my mind, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” I said, making her laugh as my fingernails raked slowly and softly down the backs of her thighs to scratch lightly behind her knee caps. Then I began again on her inner thighs. “Ohhh, I feel like I’m in heaven,” she moaned. “You’re going to make me late for duty, sweetie. . .”
“What happens if you’re late?”
“…mmmm. . . the Queen gets angry. . . ohh. . .”
“But surely the Queen wouldn’t get angry with you for this,” I said. “You’re entertaining an important visitor to your beautiful queendom.”
“…ohhhh… she can get angry all she wants… gah! heeheehee… it’s w-worth it…”
As I stroked the backs of her thighs, her knees, and down her calves, I spied a vase full of wispy plumes tucked near a wall. I gave Effie’s feet a brief little tickle before hopping up to pluck a plume from the vase. Tittering, Effie raised her head up, eyes blinking blearily.
“… heeheehee… ohh… where did you go Maki?…”
“I’m right here,” I said as I resumed my spot kneeling beside her. Effie didn’t see the plume. She only realized what I was going to do when I drew the large feather slowly across her firm, round buns.
“…Yeeeheeheeheeeheee!… oh! oh! … ooohoohooeeeyaa!… eeeheeehee!…” Effie’s hips arched and bucked, butt bobbling vigorously. “… ohhh!… heeheehee!…”
I was pretty wound up myself at this point. Effie’s cries and giggles, her writhing and wriggling — especially after I started to dust her buns with the feather — had me burning up with desire. But there was another part of me that didn’t want our fun to end quite yet.
“Ohhh… do you treat all your women like this?” Effie moaned.
“Do you really want to know how Maki treats her playmates?”
“…oh yes… yes. . .”
“Then Maki will tell you,” I said, slowly drawing the feather up and down, across and over, those perfect bubbles of flesh. “Maki plays with them until they’re begging for mercy. Then she makes them tell her how beautiful she is. Then, she makes them nibble and lick and suck on her breasts…”
Effie squealed. She was giggling like crazy now, her little butt in a frenzy of twitching. “… ohhh… heeheehee… d-do that to me… ahahaha… ummm… make me do th-that…”
“Maki looks forward to ‘making’ you do that,” I said. “Not right now, though…”
While one hand wielded the plume, my free hand fondled her buns, sometimes squeezing, sometimes pinching lightly, sometimes swirling my fingernails round and round in circles. There’s a spot on everyone’s backside — the little crease where butt meets upper thigh — where the right touch can reduce almost anyone to a babbling, quivering mess, and Effie was no exception. I very delicately traced a line there with a single nail on my index finger and Effie howled, her butt bucking furiously up and down.
“… okay… heeheehee… okay!… yoo-hoo-hoo wunnn… eeeeeheehee… finish me, sweetie… puh-leeeezz!…”
I slipped the plume between her firm thighs, drawing it back and forth. Effie’s hips went into a wriggling, grinding frenzy. Her limbs jerked and twitched in the bonds. She threw her head back, moaning and crying out and babbling. “… oh Maki… ohh feels so good… oh yes… make me… make me… ohh!… OHHHH! … AAAAAAAHHHHHH!…” With a howl that seemed to go on and on, Effie came, body jolting and shaking in the throes of a powerful climax. Her shaking gradually lessened, her howl dropped to a moan before fading away entirely, and she flopped senseless onto the cushions, utterly spent.
In the hush that followed, I brushed the hair from Effie’s face and whispered her name a few times. When she didn’t respond, I untied her. Unconscious, she pulled her limbs in and curled up on her side, sighing deeply.
I was more than happy to let her sleep, of course, and considering all she had done for me during our night together, I was pleased to be able to get a little closer to “repaying the debt.” But the way I felt now, I was also quite eager for Effie to wake up. Usually I’m the picture of patience; now, I felt antsy, jumpy… well, so lusty I didn’t seem to know what to do with myself. If there had been anyone to talk to, I would have been referring to myself in the third person. So, I lounged around a little bit, trying to make myself relax. I had a little breakfast from the remnants of our meal the night before, poured myself a refreshing drink or two. I stood in an open window, hoping the light, early morning breezes of Ardentia might cool me down a little. Maybe it worked a little bit, but the moment Effie started to stir, I eagerly bounced across the room to her. She stretched her limbs, eyelids fluttering. I dropped to my knees next to her, rolled her onto her back, and immediately began peppering her breasts and belly with kisses.
Effie surprised me. One moment she was groggy, loose-limbed, barely awake. Then suddenly, with a sound almost like a roar, she threw her limbs around me and buried her mouth in my neck. I cried out as I collapsed on top of her. Her hands were all over me, lips hungrily munching my neck. “… no!… no!” I laughed, squirming as she squeezed and fondled. “… no!… Maki gets you!…”
I pressed my fingers into her waist, tickling her until she let go. I grabbed her wrists in my hands and pinned them over her head, then straddled her waist.
We were both panting, still giggling. Effie looked up at me, a huge grin on her face, eyes glowing with desire.
“You don’t get Maki,” I said again. “Maki gets you.”
“Oh… what a sight you are Maki,” she gasped. “What are you going to do with me?”
My breasts dangled just over her face; Effie’s eyes followed them as they rocked slightly from side-to-side. She gave an excited squeak, squirming underneath me, and craned her head up towards the round globes of delicious flesh hanging in front of her. They remained just out of the reach of her puckered lips. “Do you want them?” I breathed. “Do you want Maki’s breasts?” I made them sway just a little bit more.
“…ooo… you know I do!” Effie giggled. “Give them to me, sweetie! I want them sooo much…”
“Will you be nice to Maki’s breasts? Will you be gentle?”
“Yes! Yes! Gimme…”
I lowered them just a little and shimmied my shoulders back and forth, gently battering Effie’s head with my enormous tits. She squealed with delight. “… oof… oh!… oh you tease… aah!…”
“Do you promise you’ll be nice to Maki?” I said.
Effie was laughing. “…OH!… yes!… I promise!…”
I lowered myself to within easy range of Effie’s mouth, giving a breathy cry as I felt her lips on me. Typically, my playmates are much too eager when they first get their mouth on my tits, gobbling away for all they’re worth, and then I have to tickle them into submission. But Effie’s knowing lips and tongue were sweet from the start, bathing my nipple with gentle lickling as she slowly drew it into her mouth. Of course, I tickled the heck out of her anyway; I had to release her wrists to get my hands busy, but she was too helpless with laughter to do anything more than flail at me. I tickled her until she was shrieking, then pinned her wrists again and made her start all over…
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Though the repairs on my flyer were finished later that afternoon, I was in no hurry to leave. I spent a couple more days in Effie’s delightful company before departing to resume my mission.
“You be careful out there,” Effie said as we kissed good-bye on the landing platform, our arms around each other. “I’m sure there are many out there who would love to come to your rescue if you got in trouble, but they may not be as sweet as me.”
“… mmm… I know that’s true,” I replied, kissing her.
“And of course, I hope you don’t stay away so long this time,” Effie said. “I hope you come back and see your friends in Ardentia very, very soon, and you let them show you how appreciate your visit.”
“Oh, I’ll be back soon,” I said. “I promise.”
And as I departed Ardentia and flew on towards my next mission, it was a promise I was already looking forward to keeping.
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