One Minute Two Many F/M M/F (Tickle Torture Erotica)

[april]

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Merrit


I tilt my head, slowly watching you with that deep, dark gaze you know too well. My dimple shows - just one - mocking, dangerous.

"You want to tickle me, do you?" I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper but rich with warning.
"You think ill just sit there and let your fingers dance over me?"

I step closer. You feel the air shift. The shadows pulse with my mood.

"Ill give you one chance, Petal. One single minute. You can touch me...tease me...tickle me. And I'll take it. Ill even let you think you're winning."

I lean in until my lips are nearly brushing yours, voice dropping to a whisper wrapped in silk and steel.

"But when that minute ends? I will pin you down so gently it'll feel like a lullaby. Ill find every spot you tried to use against me and show you what it really means to be undone. Until you forget your own name...until you're only begging for mine."

I grin now, a slow sinful thing.

"Go on, love. Make your move."

The moment your fingers dig into my sides, I jolt. My breath catches hard in my throat, and a strangled laugh escapes before I can bite it back.

"Ah! You little!"

But before I can fully register the sensation, your fingers are at my feet.
My entire body spasms. I jerk violently, half falling back, slamming my hand against the nearest wall like it might save me from the chaos you've just unleashed.

"NO!" I bark out, voice breaking with genuine panic as I twist, trying to pull my foot away.
"Not there! Fuck!"

The shadows flare wildly, reacting to my unraveling control, but I dont stop you. I promised. One minute.

And now you're taunting me?

"I think I'll stay right here, my love," You purr as you run your wicked fingertips up and down both my soles.

My head falls back against the wall, teeth gritted, dimples on full display, as laughter bursts out of me despite everything. Deep. Involuntary. Desperate.

"Oh god's, April..." I pant between laughs, my voice raw now. "You've no idea what you've just done..."

The minute is almost up.

I raise my head slowly, eyes alight with something wicked...flushed, breathless and burning.

"Run."
My voice is low, trembling with restrained revenge.
"Now."

The moment your feet hit the ground, I vanish.

You sprint, heart pounding, laughter still bubbling in your throat from your victory. But its short lived. The realm around you shifts. Warps. Becomes a maze of mist and flickering shadowlight. My presence disappears from the air, but the shadows do not still.

They stir.
They whisper.
They reach.

Hands slip from the darkness, ghostly and precise; fingers brushing your hips, skimming your belly, teasing your ribs from behind.

You yelp, twisting, trying to spin around, but there's nothing there.

Then.
Snap.
Your ankles caught. You tumble forward, laughing and shrieking as hands drag you down into soft velvet ground, not cruel, not painful, just inescapable.

My voice comes from everywhere. Smooth. Rich. Echoing through the realm.

"Thought you could run from me, love?" The shadows ripple like a grin.
"I told you what would happen when your minute was up."

Snap.

I appear just inches from you, crouched, shirt undone, hair tousled, eyes glowing dark.

"And now...you're mine."

I pounce.

My hands dig into your sides, relentless and unhurried. I pin your legs with mine, trapping you, grinning at you as you thrash and plead, already breathless.

"Lets see how long you last..."
My voice drops, a promise and a threat wrapped in silk.
"...when I dont stop at just a minute."

I start at your ribs, not fast, no, far too slow. Fingers dragging, circling, pressing lightly and then scribbling. I watch the way your body jolts, the way your breath catches and your laughter bursts free unwillingly. Your eyes beg, your mouth pleads. But your body surrenders.

"Ohh, you're already squirming?" I tease lowly, my dimples flashing again, voice a purr against your neck. "Where did all that boldness go, hmm?"

I lean in, lips brushing your ear.

"I think ill stay right here, my love," I mock sweetly, quoting you back with venom-laced honey. "Say it again. Go on. I dare you."

Before you can speak, my fingers slide beneath your arms, that spot, that horrible, delicious, helpless place. I vibrate my fingers, slow and merciless, and you explode beneath me. Legs kicking, back arching, laughter flooding the realm like music.

"There it is," I growl, feral now. "That's what I wanted. Laugh for me. Fight me. You earned every second."

And then.
I shimmer.
I vanish again, into the velvet shadows, and before you can catch your breath, hands reach from below, dragging you deeper into the dark, tickling your sides, your thighs, your feet - everywhere, all at once.

My voice echos again, now disembodied and wild with joy.
Your laughter turns desperate, wild, already cracking at the edges. Your legs thrash, your arms flailing, but the shadows hold you fast. My fingers are everywhere - cruel and elegant, unhurried and devastating.

"PLEASE!" You cry, gasping between shrieks of laughter. "Merrit! I'm sorry! I take it back! I cant...I cant!"

I appear above you again, crouched like a god of punishment and pleasure, my expression, dark and glowing with delight.

"You can't?" I echo sweetly, cocking my head.
"You can't handle what you asked for?"
My hand travels up your belly.
"You wanted this. You begged for a minute. And now look at you..."

I lean in close, voice honey and poison.

"You think begging is going to save you, Petal? You think I care when you say sorry?"

I grab your wrists and pin them above your head with one hand, eyes burning into yours as my other hand - that wicked, tickling instrument slides down your inner thigh to your most sensitive spot.

And I drag my nails lightly, barely touching your skin. Slow, focused, never letting up, relentless.
You scream with laughter, tears slipping down your cheeks as you writhe begging.

"Beg louder," I whisper. "Beg me like I begged you. Let me hear it in your voice, how much you regret touching me."

But I dont stop. Not for mercy, not for promises, not for anything.

Only when your laughter dissolves into hiccuping sobs, your body trembling beneath me, do I slow - barely. My expression softens; not with pity, but with pride. Dark possessive pride.

"Beautiful," I murmur, brushing your damp hair from your forehead. "That's what I wanted. That's my girl. Broken. Breathless. Mine."

I kiss your temple, then smile against your skin.
"Ready for minute two?"

 

[tickle_prince]

This is a another well written chapter by your april, in your other chapters I have read, I really like how you write it in like a 'first person' sort of view, it reminds me very much of those stories I used to read when I was teenager. When you kinda insert yourself into the story and become the main character, your writing style reminds me very much of that, which is rather cool! what's cool about this one is your writing from another person prospective and then switch, I just thought it was pretty swish! I look forward to reading the last couple of chapters 😀👍

 

[april]

This is a another well written chapter by your april, in your other chapters I have read, I really like how you write it in like a 'first person' sort of view, it reminds me very much of those stories I used to read when I was teenager. When you kinda insert yourself into the story and become the main character, your writing style reminds me very much of that, which is rather cool! what's cool about this one is your writing from another person prospective and then switch, I just thought it was pretty swish! I look forward to reading the last couple of chapters 😀👍

Thought I'd switch it up a bit with the Ler's perspective. I dunno, I kind of enjoyed writing this way. I may explore it again. Haha, I generally insert myself into my stories as they are my personal fantasies.
You're so sweet, thank you kindly ☺️