Roshea, Roll Over (A FIre Emblem Heroes ticklefic) M/M

[Lake Superior]

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It had been chaos, absolute chaos and he was still putting it together in his head. They'd all been so prepared when they'd set out, their little coalition to rescue the Hero-King. They'd had an air-tight plan to ambush Hel and save those of their friends who she'd been taking out on a walk. Wolf had gathered many of Prince Marth's former allies Cain and Abel, Jeorge and Gordin, Julian and Rickard were just some who'd come with the other members of the Wolfguard to try and liberate their allies.

They'd charged over the ridge with their weapons drawn expecting to find her unprepared for them to defeat her and reclaim their lord. Instead, Hel had been waiting with a legion of skeletal warriors and a detachment of glazed-eyed heroes. Marth himself had charged forward and leaped right onto the sturdy Draug, quickly getting his fingers under the man's armor. The big man had done his best to try and shake off the crazy prince's ticklish assault but soon he'd crumbled to the ground, helpless to do anything but watch as skeletons surged over him to pull a surprised Sedgar down off his horse. Roshea had winced at the language that Seddy had used as the undead had de-booted him, all while a smiling Marth had watched, rubbing his clean feet on a sweaty Draug's face.

Roshea had seen things going wrong and acknowledged it would probably be best to take who he could and retreat. Before he could yell any orders though Wolf had charged in on his own, heading straight for Hel herself. He'd been joined in the charge by Vyland and Astram who'd been nearby but their formation quickly fell apart. More skeletal soldiers arrived and Vyland was pulled from his horse quickly though Astram fought hard eventually he disappeared beneath enemies.

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Roshea had lost sight of Wolf but the sight of great cold hands erupting from the ground in the center of the battlefield made his heart sink. He could see Hel, flitting about someone struggling between them and pulling boots from feet and he had to accept that was probably Wolf. Even the sight of the group's reinforcements arriving did nothing to soothe Roshea's misgivings. Their heavy hitters, Hardin, Camus and even Lady Elice joining the battle did nothing to stop how more hands were joining the display in the center and how they all had more struggling forms to hold onto. Roshea gasped as he saw bat-like creatures descending on them from above as an ambush began. Pulling allies away and spiriting them off to Hel's growing show in the center. He turned to the agreed-upon escape route and saw a few others who'd seen enough like himself. They fled over the ridge as Roshea stayed to help who he could free themselves from battle and go as well. He freed Darros from the grips of some kind of shadowy figure who'd been teasing the pirate's pecs and realized that was all he could do lest he let himself get captured as well.

Once they crested the ridge though there was a fresh new horror to see down there. Roshea would have supposed that all the sounds of battle would chase off animals but milling about at the bottom of the hill was a great herd of sheep. Normally Roshea would just make noises to scare the creatures off but something was wrong. Despite the herd being big enough to almost seem like a solid blob of white, he couldn't see any of their faces. It might have just been a coincidence that they were all turned away from him but he could see some of the people who'd retreated struggling in the woolen waves. Malice fought to shove her way free from the herd but seemed to be receiving licks from monstrous tongues that kept her too weak to get free. He saw Gordin on the edge of the herd pounding his fists on the ground in frustration as somewhere in that bleating mess something played with his feet and pulled down his pants for more. Est swooped her pegasus down and tried to help pull a laughing Abel from the mob but didn't account for the way he flailed in hysterical laughter, she fell from her steed and soon her face surfaced right beside his with the same flush of red as something woolen explored her navel just as it did his.

Roshea struggled to come up with a new plan but stopped dead at turning and seeing the man he'd saved change before his eyes. Darros shrank and his form lightened, a shock of bright red hair growing where there hadn't been any before. Roshea tried to fight back but Xane had been quick to pull him from his horse and into his lap. That's where Roshea had stayed, in the dragon boys' lap as Hel's forces had mopped up the rest of this force put together to save Marth. The tricky dragon's fingers had undone Roshea's armor and soon fingers were counting his ribs as he squirmed. While Xane had kept him busy he'd seen more and more of his allies led over to Hel's display until finally, Xane got him to his feet to take him over next. With Xane guiding him, Roshea had gotten closer and closer to see that the great and massive hands now held more than a dozen sets of struggling barefeet. Well some of them were struggling, more than half hung still with drool dripping from their toes and black lipstick marks darting their soles.

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The last thing that Roshea had remembered before losing consciousness was Hel turning to look at him. The woman's eyes had looked so hungry at the sight of him that he'd forgotten to breathe and so as she came closer he got dizzier and dizzier. A skeletal hand had cupped his chin and forced him to look her in the eyes and Roshea had thought of himself in the coils of a great serpent as his thought had grown dim and his eyes fluttered. The last thing he'd heard before collapsing to the ground was, "Get his boots off him. He's next." Roshy had been so scared of the woman that he'd dreamed of a monster slithering around in the sand as he walked through his desert homeland.
To awaken in a cushioned love seat was quite the shock. The boyish knight looked about the room and almost got a toothache from the sheer amount of sweetness. Row after row of stuffed bears lined the walls, sat on the floor and even a few hung from little hammocks on the ceiling. All of them had their heads turned to look at the bed in the center of the room where two forms slept peacefully. Roshea looked over how he'd been dressed differently when he was unconscious, now clad in what looked to be soft footie pajamas. He flexed his toes and found there seemed to be a pair of zippers in the feet of the garment right at the top that would unleash his toes if undone. He wondered who would want such a thing and immediately realized that the perverted people of this land probably loved them.

He got to his feet carefully, feeling them sink into the plush carpeting of the room. He planned to move carefully to sneak his way out of the room and avoid waking the two in the bed. That fell flat when he noticed the tall figure reading a book in the corner of the room. He'd been watching him with a bemused look as he kept his long legs drawn up to his chest on his seat. The redhead sneered as he dogeared his place in the book and put it aside before standing up. Roshea recognized King Michalis of Macedon and remembered he'd been one of the first ones captured. He'd been a fearsome foe in Archanea and later a staunch ally but now with brushes, feathers, and spurs hanging from his long hair, Roshea could only pity him.

"I was to wake the young masters when you stirred but here you are trying to sneak away. Why not indulge myself?"

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Roshea turned to try and run, not liking the wording of that "indulge" at all but Michalis was quick to catch him by the wrist. Roshea was yanked right off his feet and into the tall man's arms as he sat back down onto the armchair he'd climbed out. Roshea's attempts at pulling away lessened as the tall villains fingers started raking their way up and down his lightly muscled chest, the fluffy material of his new PJs was apparently on both sides of the garment and that meant that now soft and cushiony fabric was being driven up his chest by Michalis' wicked fingers.

His legs kicked back and forth as he squirmed due to the way Michalis was twirling his fingers over his nipples but they started to slow as he ran out of energy. When the redhead moved his hands down to start teasing the cavalier's navel, they got the slightest burst of energy again. A good squeeze to the ribs from Micky though got a good bit of Roshea's energy out and soon he was giggling away with less and less squirming. Soon the pinkette couldn't do anything but just giggle away in Michalis' arms and the tall king was happy to recline back and enjoy it. His big feet were of course kept bare here in Castle Múspel and he'd grown used to it. So much so that he didn't notice as he let them down to the carpet, just how inviting of a target they were.

Roshea hadn't paid much attention to the many stuffed bears in the room and so he hadn't noticed the familiar garb of a few of them or given much thought to the way Michalis had been sitting to keep his feet off the floor. Not seconds after they'd touched down a few of the bears had started to move. The bears that fell from the shelves stood up from the crowds and climbed their way out of the hammocks all wearing the same garb. A long peacoat, armored gauntlets, and cravate that had been Michalis' look before his being taken. Their toddling towards them would be almost terrifying if it weren't for the silly frowns they all wore and the bouncing of the long red hair on each of them that had been made of soft felt.

Michalis had to laugh, not because of the ridiculousness of the sight though. No, Michalis had to laugh because of the pair of bears that had taken one of his feet. One held it still while the other used its "hair" to floss between the man's long toes. The confident smirk on the man melted away and soon he was doing his best to not let Roshea see the silly grin that was breaking out on his flushed face. The two struggled for a bit, Roshea trying to get free and Michalis holding on but eventually Rosh tumbled out of Micky's grip and onto the floor. Looking up, he saw more and more Micky bears climbing up the chair to get at the man. They'd restrained his wrists above his head and now more and more of the glowering stuffies were digging their metallic paws into his helpless pits.

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Roshea was so entranced by the sight of Michalis laughing himself hoarse from the care of the bears that he didn't notice the number of teddies in the room wearing familiar pink cavaliers' armor or how they'd turned to look at him the second he'd hit the floor. They'd started to stand up and toddle over towards the scared pup while he was busy watching the bears start to pick at Michalis' abdominal muscles. Roshea let out a startled yelp but not at the bears getting ahold of him and tickling away like they'd meant to. No instead he cried out as two pairs of hands grabbed him under each arm and pulled him onto the bed. Rosh was struck instantly by the sheer softness of it as he almost sank into the plush sheets, far softer than anything the former slave had ever felt.

Two mischievous forms wrapped themselves around him, dressed in slight nightclothes that were a bit too small for them. The green-haired one began giving the shy cav's neck some licks, the other cupped Roshea by the chin with one hand and turned his head into a kiss that left him dazed. Prince Marth licked his lips afterward partly from that and the delicious blush he'd left behind on the soldier's face.

"P-Prince Marth?! What is thi-ehehehehe?!"

Merric stopped Roshea's questions by raking his hands up and down the cavalier's sides. The mage pulled the young Aurelian closer to him and rested his chin on his shoulder from behind. Roshea noted that Prince Marth's clothes were no more than a nightshirt and loose-fitting pants, both of which were made of thin enough material to the point that he could make out the skin beneath. The shirt was short enough that the lower part of the prince's navel peeked out and from what he could see in this position, Merric's outfit matched.

"Good to see you smiling, RoRo! I always did think you had the cutest smil-HEHEHEY?!"

Marth had decided to not let anyone speak, reaching around Roshea and pulling Merric's ankle out from under him. Quickly, the prince was running his magical friend barefoot up and down Roshea's abs through his fluffy pajamas. The material on the outside making Merric blush and giggle with the material on the inside makes Roshea do the same. Marth closed his eyes and simply listened to both boys chuckle as he lay back. Adding his other hand, Marth's fingers were soon switching between Roshea's abs and Merric's sole at random to keep both boys guessing.

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Falling back in bliss at the sound, Marth didn't see Merric's other foot sneaking up at all. That meant he was taken completely by surprise when the dainty toes started flicking at his ear. The prince started to titter at the feeling and soon his grip on the other two loosened and they both slipped away. Merric pulled Roshea's ankle with him as he pounced on Marth. Sadly, the Hero-King didn't have even slight abs like Roshea had honed from a life of gladiatorial combat. Merric pouted about that as his fingers danced over the prince's smooth stomach and teased the soft clothen bottoms of Roshea's footie pajamas. Just as it had been for his chest, the material inside matched the outside and as a result, it was like Merric was using a fluffy rag to tease Roshea's sole.

"Mar-Mar! Here I was trying to say hi to our friend who we haven't seen in so long and you're interrupting me! That's mean and you know it! Just because we share a bed and some cute PJs doesn't mean you get special privileges my ticklish Princey! Kitchie, kitchie, kitchie coo~"

Merric's fingers scraped up and down Marth's hips before two of them dug into his navel like he was trying to scrape something out. The bluenette responded by putting his hands into his hair and thrashing about as Merric's navel play drove him. He put one foot onto Merric's face in a half-hearted attempt to push him off but that simply made them both redden as Merric slipped a tongue out and sampled away. Marth rolled about as the tongue lapped at his smooth sole making Merric focus more on nipping at the pads of his toes.

"Mmmm, tasty Princey! Maybe I'll just keep you here and nip my way up and down these legs of yours until Lady Loki comes to get us?"

The mage sat on his knees and put Marth's leg into the air, smiling at the cheeky way at the way the Hero put his hands to his mouth in exaggerated shock. Merric pressed his lips right to Marth's Achilles tendon, above his heel, and started grazing his teeth along the skin. Without warning, he bit the skin lightly and started greedily sucking while Marth dug his hands into the fluffy sheets and giggled. Merric's hungry mouth started traveling down Marth's leg while Roshea tries to inch himself away. He'd never been a part of King Marth's inner circle or anything but he knew for a fact that these weren't the men he'd fought alongside.

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Rolling over carefully to not get their attention he saw that the door out of the room was actually wide open and started towards it on his elbows. A sidelong glance towards some noise showed that things had not gotten better for Michalis down there. The tall King's hands had been forced behind his back to be bound to his ankles in a hogtie. His defenseless size 14's were not in the air and receiving attention from no less than four of the Micky Bears whose sharp gauntlets sank into the soft skin as he barked in laughter. His face sat in the lap of one of the bears that stood taller than the others and as he reddened and howled, it teased a feather along his nose to make him beg through sneezes. A few of the bears sat in a circle around him and kneaded his pecs and sides while one even squeezed away at his kneecaps.

Roshea stopped looking at them though and noticed the other bears. Specifically, the ones surrounding the bed. They wore the same Aurelian pink armor that Roshea had formerly worn. They were all peering up at him expectantly and the ropes that a few of them carried made him reconsider trying to crawl his way to the door unless he end up like Michalis.

"I can't just stay here, those two are going to-"

"Realize you're being sneaky?"

Each of Roshea's ankles was taken into a headlock by Marth and Merric respectively. He looked back to see both of them waving at him rather cheekily before getting their fingers threateningly close to his pajama'd paws.

"Now where oh where do you think he was trying to run away to Mar-Mar? If I didn't know better I'd think he was trying to abandon us!"

"Couldn't be Merry! Why we gave him these fluffy PJs and brought him in to play! He could have ended up in the care of some of the others and then he'd reeeeeally be getting it!"

Marth started slowly tracing a finger along the edges of Roshea's foot, making the cavalier pound his fist. Roshea couldn't see it but Merric produced a length of cord and showed it to Marth. The prince understood right away what his friend was getting at and began pinching at their victim's toes through the soft feet of the pajamas. As they'd expected, Roshea soon was reaching back to try and stop him.

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Merric pounced on Roshea's hands and before he knew it the mage had his wrists tied together behind his back.

"This way you won't get any more sneaky ideas Row-Row! Now we can take our time and HEEHEY! MAR-MAR?! YOU SNEAK!"

While Merric had been teasing, Marth had reached back and given his friend's cute sole a little butterfly tickle. Once Roshea was firmly secured Merric turned back and took the boy's other foot as Marth snickered before laying on his stomach to return to teasing Rosh's foot.

"You're just so insatiable Mar-Mar! We've got a new friend with needy little feet to tickle right here and you can't keep your hands off me!"

The mage adopted a similar position to Marth's as he took the other foot. Merric pushed a finger into Roshea's heel and used it to bundle up some of the material of his PJs and swish it around, the effect he gave was that he was almost polishing an apple.

"Plahahahy with eeeheeach ohohother all you want! Just lehehehet me gooohooo!"

Marth pinned Rosh's foot down and swished a finger back and forth beneath the toes, enjoying the way the material felt when it would snag between the helpless digits.

"Hmmm...nope. We're gonna keep you and show you a good time Ro! Your gonna love it here! Everyone is always smiling!"

Merric leaned in and put two fingers beneath the ball of Roshea's foot, flicking them there as the cavalier squealed at the idea.

"We're giving you the fun stuff Ro! When Lady Loki comes to get you then you'll be reeeeeally in for it! The others are getting tickled so hard they won't be able to walk straight but your playing in bed with your friends! You should thank us!"

"Thahahank you?! Yohohou've lost yohohour miiihinds! Heehehehe stahahap!"

Marth had taken Roshea's ankle into the air, bending the toes back he was using one finger to draw cutesy little images into the soft material on Rosh's foot. He stopped at Rosh's protest and frowned but it disappeared as he started to drag his teeth along the edge of the man's sole, he couldn't help but smile at the way he struggled.

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Merric saw Marth's tactic and considered duplicating it but chose a new one instead. However, a little hole in the material on Roshea's caught his eye. It was the smallest little thing but enough for him to get a finger in. Merric forced it between the boy's toes and began turning it, enjoying the way the struggling amped up in response. He turned to look at Marth and got confused though. The Prince was blushing so crimson it looked like heat was coming off him. A glance revealed what had happened and brought a pout back to Merric's face.

Mar-Mar had slipped his feet back as he'd played and now had Roshea burying his face in the upturned soles. The Cavalier was using them as a muffle to deprive his captors of his undignified laughter. He hadn't even noticed the effect this was having on Marth, making him bite his lip and claw at the bedsheets. Roshea soon found his face smooshed even further into the feet as Merric added his own feet to the pile and made it so that Rosh couldn't pull away. Merric was soon sweating and keening right along with Marth as Roshea shook his head about, biting and licking desperately at the feet. However, unlike Marth, the wind mage kept his finger traveling up and down Rosh's sole because he realized it made him fidget more and breathe heavily into the sensitive soles. Marth looked over and soon was copying Merric's lazy flicks.

Between the two of them starting to see stars and Roshea not being able to see anything, none of them saw the tall and upset red form stand up. Dripping with discarded stuffing from the soft toys that had felt his wrath once he'd squirmed loose, Michalis struck quickly. Marth and Merric let out squeaks as the man planted a knee in both their backs to pin them down as he climbed atop them, the two of them squirming on their bellies as Michalis dug one hand into each of their pits and started digging away. Roshea's rooting about on their soles had left them dazed and as such Michalis gave them quite the rude awakening, compounding it with the way the long-suffering King's size 14's rested themselves atop Roshea's head and drove them more into the troublemaker's soles. Michalis took occasional trips to tease and tickle Roshea's feet but mainly he focused on the lightly muscled pit of Marth and the fuzzy and unshaven one of Merric's, enjoying his rare time of being in control. Roshea tried to pull his feet away but that just made Micky pull them together and start giving it to them with rough scratches.

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Every time Roshea gasped he got a mouthful of footsie and as a result, he was starting to get dizzy as well. Michalis shoving his big feet into his face was blocking his vision and working as a soft gag. Still, eventually, the Macedonian grabbed him by his pajamas and hauled him up to put him right between a sweaty Marth and Merric. The tall man smiled at the way the two immediately wrapped themselves around the bound Roshea and buried their faces into his neck. The three of them shivering in fear as he lowered his wiggling fingers toward them had Michalis in ecstasy. Revenge was on his mind and Roshea was just an extra tool in it.

He'd been the long-running chew toy for these two and so it felt good to get the upper hand on them finally. He thought back on his assigned job for the two little snots and how it was to serve them but rather, for a long time he'd felt more like he'd been served to them. Whether it was waking the two of them in the morning only to be dragged beneath the sheets where Merric could chew on his wrinkled soles while Marth licked at his neck. Or how he was to help them dress themselves but more often found his wrists bound with a necktie so that he was forced to stomp helplessly as they picked and plucked at his abs in an effort to get at the bottoms of his big feet. Even when he was to simply help them with their exercise, he'd ended up more than a few times holding Marth's legs for sit-ups only to have his trousers pulled down and Merric's soles sandwiching his cock, soon he'd be gasping as the boy fumbled with his manhood while each time a sweaty Marth popped up for another sit-up he'd flick his finger over the opening of Micky's weeping cock.

The last memory, in particular, came to mind as Michalis looked over the trio he had at his mercy. He reached down and took one of Marth and Merric's ankles each, enjoying the way they both smiled. Those smiles got wider as Michalis clapped both soft soles together to sandwich the bulge that had formed in the crotch of Roshea's PJs. He smiled himself as both Green and Bluenette started to flush pink while the aforementioned Pinkette started to turn red. The fluffy material of Roshea's cute pajamas had Marth snickering and covering his mouth while Merric wheezed and clawed at the sheets. Michalis squeezed the feet together and enjoyed how the boys just giggled but Roshea's face looked like he was being strangled. The young knight chewed his lip and tried to hold it in but between Michalis' hungry look, Marth and Merric's tittering, and the way the fuzzy material inside his clothes made his cock feel there wasn't much chance of him being able to hold on.

"Mnmnngyaaaahhhh....n-noooo..."

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The stain was obvious, and while Roshea didn't want to look at it, Michalis couldn't look at anything besides it. Marth and Merric were able to pull their feet away as Micky's hands traveled down to poke and prod at the dark stain in Rosh's crotch. They scratched at the wet tip through the material and Roshea quivered at the sensation. He tried to call out for mercy in vain hope for a break.

"St-Sto-Hrrmrm?!"

Michalis clapped a hand over Roshea's mouth and put his weight on it, supporting himself as his other scratched yet harder at the softening cock through the material. Roshea could only shudder and mewl into the man's hand as his eyes fluttered. Before he knew it, Micky had him back at attention and was running his finger right beneath the head of his cock, using the material of his jammies to make him feel as if he was cleaning him up. It was in vain though as it just got sticky again as Roshea let out another cum while quivering. This time though he went still afterward, off to a dream-filled sleep due to post-orgasm exhaustion. A shame really as the face that Michalis made when Mar-Mar and Merry's feet got into his crotch was quite the sight. The King tried to hold on but both Warrior's soft soles sliding on either side of his crotch had his eyes starting to cross.

"He's so cute when he's sleeping Mar-Mar!"

"He's adorable Merry!"

The two of them ran their hands through the sleeping cavalier's hair as the rebellious Michalis gasped and squeaked under their soles, slowly falling back onto the bed as seed stained his nightclothes, the two of them not slowing at all.

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When Roshea awoke, it was to the smiling face of Merric who seemed to be finishing up with something involving his neck.

"Wh-Wha? Where am I? Merric?"

"He's awake Mar-Mar! We can take him for walkies now!"

The realization of where he still was hit instantly and Roshea moved to sit up and flee. He was pulled back to the ground by something around his neck and flushed pink as he realized the mage had secured a collar and leash around his neck as he slept. Abit more inspection revealed someone had relieved him of his soiled jammies and now he wore only a pair of shorts and the collar. He wiggled his toes curiously then let out a yelp as Marth pounced on the like a curious kitten.

"Pr-Prince Marth no! We can st-"

"Oh do hush. We got so wrapped up in playing before that we never got to show you the others. Lady Loki was supposed to have come and gotten you to take you to the baths but I suppose she slept in. So I guess we have some more time to kill! Wanna go on a tour? If you don't we can find some other things to do with these feet..."

"Fi-Fine! A tour is fine!"

A glance over his shoulder had Roshy balk and he was quick to follow Marth out of the room. He left behind the sight of a grunting Michalis who'd been stripped naked and tied down to the bed in an X shape. Roshea's soiled pajama's had been stuffed between his lips and as he pulled vainly, the little stairs that Merric had pulled to the side of the bed were put to use. Bear after bear climbed them, dressed not only as Michalis now but also some clad in the mage's robes of Merric, the lord's attire of Marth, and the cavalier armor of Roshea. The fluffy army closed in on the helpless form of Michalis as Merric pulled the door shut behind them.


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Roshea tried to hold back the blush that would naturally come from walking naked on a leash behind his former leader but wasn't having much luck. It didn't help at all that he caught quite a few looks from the various generals and pets of Múspel. By the time Marth pulled him into another room he was just glad to have fewer eyes on himself, never feeling like he'd live down the pinch that the great muscular woman had given his bare ass. Merric ran a hand along the red mark left behind in consolation and clucked his tongue.

"I'll have to speak to Miss Dagr about that. The woman doesn't know her own strength. Poor puppy, does it sting?"

"I-It does but I would sti-"

"Let me know when you go to tell Miss Dagr off, Merry. I'll have to draw you a bath after the tongue-lashing she'll give you in return."

Roshea fumed at the embarrassment continuing but finally noticed what kind of room he'd been brought to. While before it had been a lavish bedroom now this seemed to be a playroom meant for royals. The toys though were what caught his eyes. Three great purple balls teetered about the room almost as tall as him. They seemed made of soft and spongey rubber. He recognized Captain Ogma as the one teasing one of the balls but stopped looking at him as Marth pulled at his leash and led him past one of the balls. Protruding from holes in the cheap plastic was a pair of sturdy-looking size 14s. It only took but a moment for Roshea to recognize them and soon he looked up into the flushed and panting face of his fellow Wolfguard, Vyland. The redhead had a smaller version of the purple ball he was trapped in stuck between his teeth and as such could only mumble out a weak "Pphrrmgh" to Roshea as a greeting.

Seeing Vyland sweaty and flushed wasn't exactly new for Roshea as more often than not the big man was the last to come in from training. What he wasn't used to though was the writing done across his soles stating things like "Use me and abuse me" or "Tickle my big toes the hardest to make me cry" and other such silly phrases. Many times Vyland had come in after a long day and hoped nobody would notice a slight limp he'd developed due to an ache in his leg or an untreated blister on his foot. It had always been Roshea who would nag him into sitting back and letting him tend to him massaging out a charlie horse, treating the blister, or even one time helping him warm up when his sleeping bag had a hole in it. As a result, Roshea had gotten quite acquainted with those big feet, and seeing them in such a state had him feeling dry in the mouth. Vyland's feet had been something he'd been caught staring at once or twice and so to have them like that...

"Ppphgrm!?! Ghhrrhpphm! Hmmmhppllp! Phhhphhhphhm!"

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Roshea looked up to see a blonde-haired warrior he recognized. Captain Ogma hadn't noticed him just yet as he was busy working his fingers over a pair of feet poking out of another ball just like Vyland's. The size 11's had the nicest high arches and Ogma was running his rough knuckles along the smooth skin. The messy blonde hair of his victim was so different looking from his normal prim appearance that Roshea didn't even recognize him at first. It wasn't until Ogma took the remains of his long ponytail to start teasing the pads of his toes that he realized it was Jeorge.

Merric snuck up behind Ro while he was distracted, moving quickly he turned the trapped Vyland's ball with a shove. Roshe's ogling of Jeorge's teasing was cut off by one of his compatriot's big feet being clapped to his face. Roshea flushed at the feeling but didn't pull away, instead leaning in and nuzzling the foot abit before remembering himself. Roshea tried to pull away but Merric was on him quickly, pushing on the back of Roshea's head and grinding his face into Vyland's girthy sole. Still, Roshea didn't try too hard to pull away instead letting a silly grin overtake his blushing face. Vyland could only cackle into his gag as the younger member of the Wolfguard's hair tickled his sole which had been thoroughly sensitized by Ogma's attention.

Marth looked at the scene and smiled seeing that Merric was having fun. He walked over to the third ball in the room and started guiding it over towards the walls of the room that Roshea had yet to notice were papered in downy feathers. Inside the ball, Gordin squealed into his gag as Marth plunged his size 6's into the fluffy forest and shook the ball back and forth to have them saw through his toes and tease the small wrinkles on his feet when he tried to scrunch them. Gordin's desperate grunts ended up matching pace with Roshea's own flustered moans as Merric ground the cavalier's face into Vyland's sole.

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It wasn't until Ogma pulled the mage off that Roshea was finally able to get some fresh air. His head still spinning from having inhaled so much of Vyland's aroma, he paid no attention to the way Ogma whispered a plan to Merric. The gladiator slinked off to share it with Marth while Merric helped Roshea up by his pits, taking note of how his manhood was at full mast.

"Wanna play a game with us Ro-Ro? Hehe, Lady Loki should be by any time to come collect you even if she is running late now. So we've got to make our time mean something!"

Roshea couldn't even mouth words at this point and barely managed to gasp as Marth and Ogma grabbed him under each arm and hoisted him up to sit atop the ball Vyland was trapped in. Roshea didn't resist as his hands were bound behind his back again and didn't notice when Marth undid Vyland's gag. He barely registered it as Ogma and the boys rolled the other balls over to bring Jeorge and Gordin up close to them, not stopping until all three captives' barefeet were forced to touch. Once that was accomplished they all similarly clambered atop them with Marth and Merric sharing a seat atop Jeorge and Ogma seating himself atop poor old Gordin.

"So now kiddo's how about a contest? Some good old-fashioned footsie boxing haha, just like me and Navarre would get up to at night. We just have to help get them motivated the right way. Watch me, Prince Marth!"

Gordin's eyes grew as the Captain pressed his big feet onto his face. He made strange sounds into his gag as the man pressed his soles over his face and began grinding them all over the archer's cheeks and nose. Ogma caught Roshea looking and began putting on a show of flicking his big toe beneath Gordin's nose back and forth enjoying how the young knight paled at the sight.

Jeorge growled into his gag at the sight of his disciple's humiliation but wasn't much better for long. While neither of them could compare to Ogma's handsome feet, Marth and Merric made up for it in numbers, and soon the two pairs were sandwiching Jeorge between them as they played footsie with each other. The archer could do nothing as his once impeccably maintained hair got between their toes and the men's soles pressed into his cheeks. While their feet walked all over him, once more Marth and Merric couldn't help themselves and started teasing each other atop Jeorge's prison.

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The way Ogma's game was meant to be played was to have each of their competitors engage in footsie with each other and be egged on by the one smothering them. Jeorge and Gordin understood this and were both laughing into their gags and their master's peds from the even contest where they were trading control versus each other. The positioning though left them a foot each to use on Vyland who was destined to lose due to the size of his feet, nobody seeing the shadowy figure slip in behind Vyland and unbuckle his ball gag.

A different thing also hampered Vyland's chances though, a lack of motivation. While the others were smothered by their former friends and allies, Vyland was on the offensive, someone had undone the big man's gag unbeknownst to all and so when Roshea went to follow the other's leads and push his feet on the man's face he found a set of teeth waiting. Now Roshea fidgeted and squeaked atop the ball as Vyland used his surprisingly talented mouth to get the rookie blushing.

Roshea put his hands in his lap and tried to conceal himself from the others but the way Vyland chewed upon the ball of his foot made it hard. Both Roshea's manhood and him trying to hide it. When Vyl switched tactics, Roshea let out a gasp but Ogma's eyes were transfixed on the shade of red that poor Gordin was turning as Jeorge's talented toes got control. Vyland's tongue getting in between Rosh's toes had him sweating and gasping finally getting Ogma's attention. The captain started running his feet through Jeorge's messy hair and using his toes to tease his scalp as Vyland got his lips into one of Roshea's arches. The cavalier whined as he felt his fellow's teeth get some of the skin and start sucking, he giggled into one hand and before he knew it had the other between his legs and stroked away.

Merric was too busy dancing his fingers in Marth's pits at first to notice Roshea's little show but when he started squealing they both looked up and started to pay attention. Vyland had used his tongue to pull one of Roshea's toes in between his lips. Roshea was gasping as the sensitive pad of the digit was ground between the axeman's teeth. Merric let Marth up and the two joined Ogma in enjoying the show that Rosh was putting on for all in attendance. At any point, he could have just pulled his feet away but the poor sweaty puppy was just too horny to think. So all he could do was sit there and stroke himself as Vyland's lips smacked away on his sensitive feet.

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Roshea pitched forward suddenly, having rocked a bit too far in his fun, and tumbled right from the ball and into the center of everything. He looked up in fear but in seconds everything was dark as Ogma had reached over and flicked the latch on his bonds to let Vyland out of his ball. Rather than escape though, the vanguard pressed his feet right onto Roshea's face. Roshea was pushed back by the force but soon found Ogma pushing his own feet into the back of his head to keep him upright. Marth and Merric came from one side to add their pies to the fray while a freshly released Jeorge and Gordin from the other sealed Rosh in nicely. Nobody thought too hard on who had let everyone out of their bondage as they were slaves to the sensations at this point.

The cavalier's face was surrounded on all sides by the feet of the whole crowd and soon they were scrambling over each other to get at his defenseless body. Vyland took an ankle and kept licking away at Roshea's sole enjoying the way the little toes would splay at the sensation. Jeorge took the other foot and taking his ruined ponytail in one hand, began feathering the undersides of Rosh's toes. Gordin took one of Roshea's arms and dug his broken nails deep into the ticklish pits scrabbling along the pink fuzz in there. Ogma ran his hands up and down the cavalier's tight stomach and poked in and out of his navel while Marth strummed fingers along his thighs. Merric got a bit "cheeky" and danced his fingers over the cheeks of Roshea's rump while enjoying the way they danced.

While attacked from all angles, none of the men ever did two things. Remove their feet from Roshea's face, instead keeping it pressed down and smothered beneath them all. The other thing was that none of them ever touched Roshea's other arm, they were enjoying the way it stroked and pumped the cavalier's stiff cock. He'd cum once already but as they all dug into him and started teasing him he popped one, two, three more times in short succession. Rosh would have probably kept going if his body hadn't given in on him and his consciousness slipped away.

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Roshea's senses returned later to the feeling of carpet on his back and the afternoon sun peeking through a window. He was moving and a quick peek showed him Marth and Merric pulling him by an ankle each down the hall. He had no idea what the fates of the other men were but his chest was shiny and sticky enough to the point of not really thinking about it. Marth and Merric dragged him along to an unknown fate while once again bickering. They'd lost their nightshirts along the way and now we're just as naked as Roshea was.

"Just because Lady Loki is late doesn't mean she isn't coming, Mar-Mar! She was the one who wanted to bathe him!"

"Merry be at ease, we'll simply wash him off and let Lady Loki scrub him senseless whenever she comes for him. We can't very well leave him like this. If she sees him like this she'll tease us into the same state and drag all three of us off for a spa day with her."

"...I don't dislike the idea Mar-Mar."

"You're so cute Merry but one thing at a time. We just got ourselves cleaned up so we can dirty up later and we'll have fun playing in the water."

After Ro-Ro had lost consciousness the fun hadn't stopped, at first the burly Vyland had scooped up Gordin and Merric and been clawing away at the greenette's tums while Ogma had instead opted to take Marth and Jeorge down at the ankles and play a game of this little piggy with the pretty boys except Ogma did so love to nibble. Marth and Merric had slipped away as Ogma and Vyland went one on one, but not before enjoying the show that was the two of them grappling to tickle each other's chests.

Now though the two stopped at a door and let Roshea go for a second to open it. The Aurelian took a peek in and saw a sunken tub with four men in it, seated in frothy white water. Roshea had heard these two talking about "baths" far too much to trust any kind of water around here. He rolled over onto his belly and tried to crawl away but didn't get far at all before Marth put a foot atop his head.

"Now where does puppy think he's slinking off too? I know you don't like B-A-T-H's much but just be a good pup and we-HEHEY!"

Marth's spiel was cut off by Roshea coming up with a sudden burst of energy. The soldier rolled over and grabbed the prince by the ankle then dug his fingers right into the soft sole. Marth fell back on his butt instantly as Rosh ran his nails up and down the wiggling sole and dug into the handsome ball of his foot. Merric grabbed Marth under the arms and pulled him into the room and without thinking Roshea crawled after them, still tickling away at the Hero-King's escaping tootsie and not realizing he was being baited.

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Merric got Marth over towards the tub and then let out a yelp when one of the men in the water grabbed him by the ankle. The mage did his best but the way that the greenette in the tub teased his bare sole and splashed the warm water onto it had the naked mage not able to do much more than squeal as he was reeled into the water. Merric had only enough strength to hold on to Marth and as a result, the Hero-King was pulled right into the water with him. Marth wasn't able to resist much either as Roshea had been following right along still digging his nails into the Hero's foot. It wasn't until he saw it disappear into the water that the trance broke but since he was right by the water at that point it was too late. The same man in the tub that had grabbed hold of Marth came surging out and grabbed hold of the sticky Rosh, pulling him into the warm water as everything surged around him.

The man in the water worked fast and soon Marth and Merric were in matching situations as the others who'd been here before. It wasn't until Roshea's head broke the surface of the water that he was finally able to take in the situation. The first thing that grabbed his attention was a familiar face who sat in the bubbling water with them. Roshea was so happy to see Sedgar that he could squeal but from the looks of it, the Greenette was closer. Sedgar sat in the "hot tub" with his arms and neck trapped in a set of wooden stocks that sat on his shoulders and kept his arms up and his chest vulnerable. Small hands kept coming from the water and poking, stroking, and squeezing along the fastidious man's torso and whenever he would lean back, Roshea would be able to catch a glimpse of the fingers rimming his ticklish navel as well.

Roshea felt a pair of arms grab his leg and gave a brief struggle as the one who'd pulled him in slipped something up his leg. Fingers dancing up the back of the thigh with whatever it was kept Roshea complaint though as the man pulled a very skimpy swimsuit onto the lad. It wasn't until he was released that he finally was able to turn and get a look at him. Roshea recognized him from Marth's cavalry corps back in the War of Shadows. He'd been Roderick from the 11th platoon but now the glazed look on his red face made him almost unrecognizable.

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"It's so good to have some help! Lady Loki was supposed to come and help me with these naughty boys after she set up this game! Why my friend the Kelpy can only do so much for us!"

Roderick gestured to an ornate chalice that spilled over with strange water. Leaving a dripping trail that went into the tub with all of them. It had been a "gift" from Hubert that Roddy had held on to here in Múspel because he enjoyed the mind-melting sensations the specter could give him.

"Ooooh speaking of..."

Roshy followed Rody's eyes and saw a small foot poking out of the water, its ankle wrapped in some kind of orange floaties. Roderick wrapped an arm around it and started swiping his finger underneath the small wet toes. Roshea followed the shaking leg that the foot was attached to and recognized another old comrade in the same kind of trap as Sedgar. The thief Rickard had always been a troublemaker and more than once Roshea had lost a pair of socks or some food and just assumed it had been the work of that brat. He'd mellowed with both age and the ministrations of his friend Julian but a good few times Roshea had to chide the blue-haired thief that his sticky fingers would get him in trouble.

"Geeeheee boohohoss! Hahahahlp! He's gohohhot meeehee agahahahin!"

"Keeehee li-little buhuhsy Rickard, gohohot my own prohohblems"

Now Roshea saw Julian in the tub with them as well as Marth and Merric. All of them were in the same position with their arms trapped in shoulder stocks and checking beneath the water, Roshea saw that all five men had similar floaties around their ankles as Rody pulled him and let Rickard pull his foot away.

"The water's hexed! Tickles away at anyone not wearing a nice suit like mine or the one I gave you. The way the game works is we let them stew and anyone who lets their foot float up? We make them pay hehe. I was doing one at a time but with Prince Marth and Merry here now I'm glad to have the help. Ooh! Look!"

A couple of toes broke the surface as Merric let his concentration slip due to a pair of wet hands teasing beneath his nipples. Roderick jumped on the floating foot and splashed water in the faces of all of the others. Soon Merric was laughing even harder as Roderick traced each of the wrinkles starting to develop in his sole.

"Oh look another! All for you Ro-Ro!"

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Roshea looked down and sure enough, there was another foot floating up. He knew this one as it belonged to Seddy who'd a good few times fluffed his ears with his arrow shafts when he'd called him that embarrassing nickname. Roshea had spent many a night redarning the lieutenant's socks after he'd worn holes in them. Still, he'd been happy to do it as every night when the guard came together around the fire it was Sedgar who'd prepared a pot of something for them to have for dinner. While Roshea would handle the sewing and more domestic duties, it was Sedgar who would maintain the equipment and tend to the horses. He would never shy away from lending a hand to Roshea with any of the cleaning or sewing.

"Thank you again Roshea but look there is still a hole in this sock. You may have patched it but it's simply going to rip with the slightest friction. Look, just give it a poke and you'll see that with my foot in it this sock is too thin."

The memory of Seddy's socked foot floated up in Roshea's mind quite a lot at night but that memory was gone forever now as he'd never forget Sedgar's barefoot and how happy he was to wrap an arm around its calf. At first, Roshea put both his index fingers on either side of Sed's middle toe and drilled them back and forth, enjoying the way that it made the man's powerful leg quake. Next, he brought all ten fingers to Sedgar's heel and started clawing at it to enjoy how he snorted. Before Rosh knew what was happening his nose was forced into Sedgar's long toes as his lips bit away at the ball of the man's foot.

Having so much fun as he was, Roshea didn't notice his foot start floating up until Roderick grabbed it. The pinkette giggled away as his sole was clapped to Julian's own foot and the two rubbed against each other. Rody bent a few of Rosh's toes forward to force a game of footsies that had both Archaneans laughing as they were chided.

"Come now! We've got a lot of fellows to tend to! Can't play faves, Rosh! Poor Prince Mar-Mar's foot almost went untickled!"

"I'm sahahaharry! I'll pahahahy more attention sihiir!"

"We're not in the army anymore silly ticklish boy. It's just Roddy! Now, look! Some work to do!"

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Roderick let Roshea go just as the smallest foot in the tub came bobbing up again. Rickard couldn't keep his foot down as two magical fingers rimmed away inside his small navel. Roshea was eager to please now and was on it quickly. His fingers got beneath Rickard's kneecap while he worked on giving the lad's small toes a tongue lashing as they tried to curl defensively. Roderick liked the strategy and so when he saw Sedgar's foot come up again due to hands scraping away at the man's sides, he had a new idea. The other member of the Wolfguard launched into belly laughter as Roderick poked a finger into his arch and started tracing shapes but not from that. No, it was the way that Roderick leaned in and nipped at the pads of his toes whenever they uncurled that kept Sedgar red in the face.

Roshea saw Marth's foot come up and was on it next, strumming away at the ball of the foot like it was a lyre and occasionally turning back to tweak the kneecap. The prince's voice stayed squealing as beneath the water the magical hands kneaded away at his thighs in the same fashion that had let his foot get away from him in the first place. Roderick meanwhile switched over to get ahold of Julian now so that he could tease a finger over the tops of the thief's handsome toes. Ghostly fingers teased Merric's rear and soon his foot was up again and had Roshea licking happily at the pruny skin as he moaned. Rickard let his leg go due to the hands in the water tickling away at his ribs and soon he was whimpering as Roderick's wiggling fingers came closer and closer to his foot.

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Roderick and Roshea flitted from foot to foot teasing away and tickling at each of the boys to the point where they started to froth the water. Occasionally one would tickle a foot that belonged to the other and for a good second, Roshea found himself tickling his own foot as he drooled away happily. Neither of them saw a sneaky someone enter the room and tend to each set of shoulder stocks on the boys or knock over the chalice to disrupt the spell of Rody's Kelpy friend in the water. Ro-Ro was so busy strumming his fingers along the lines on Roderick's foot that he'd trapped. It wasn't until the two of them were suddenly piled upon by their former victims that they realized anything was wrong.

Marth got his hands on Roderick's arms and held them back so that Merric could get his lips between the knight's pecs and start chewing and sucking there. Roshea found his ankles confiscated by Sedgar who started plucking and playing with them in revenge. Picking on the pruny wrinkles that had developed due to the amount of time they'd spent in the warm water. Julian took care of Roshea's navel with the kind of skilled fingerwork of a master lockpick. All of them lost track of Rickard completely as the sneaky footpad slipped beneath the waters and it wasn't until the bluenette surfaced with the confiscated swimsuits that anyone realized what he'd done. Rickard smiled and giggled as he righted the chalice, not noticing the way Sedgar crawled out of the water behind him.

Soon Roshea and Roderick were gasping as the magical hands in the water started teasing and caressing the men's dick and balls and scraping nails in the sensitive canyons between their asscheeks, the Kelpy enjoying the untouched skin there. They felt the magical hands seize their wrists and force them behind their backs so that phantom tongues in the water could start to lap at their lengths and soles. Marth, Julian, and Merric found themselves in similar situations as the water spirit enjoyed all the handsome men it had to itself. Rickard let out a squeal as Sedgar spanked the criminal's ass a few times for his mischief before tossing him in the water. The Kelpy was happy to add him to the game again. Soon all the men's eyes were crossing as cum after cum was teased out of them by the water spirit and they gasped each time. Well, all but Roshea who couldn't make a sound with Sedgar's foot pressed over his face. Eventually, the pinkette sank into the water overheating and overextended, losing consciousness again.

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When Roshea came to THIS time it was lying on a cot and to the heavenly feeling of a wonderful massage on his tired feet. A glance down showed Marth and Merric administering it and he closed his eyes again to simply enjoy it but sure enough, they noticed his wakefulness eventually. Merric was the first one to change, teasing a finger along Roshea's heel and seeing how the leg quivered.

"Wakey, wakey little puppy. We've got more games to play..."

Rosh chewed his lip and tried to hold in the laughter not wanting the massage to end but Marth leaning and starting to kiss away at his toes ended that idea.

"Lady *smooch* Loki *smooch* isn't *smooch* here *smooch* yet *smooch*. We've got to hurry if we're going to fit more games in before she comes.

Roshea cracked open an eye to see the orange glow of sunset through the window. For a second he wondered what exactly had even happened to Loki but the feeling of Merric's warm tongue lapping up his sole chased away any thoughts he had about that. Between Marth's lips and Merry's tongue, his hand was wandering down to his crotch soon and he probably would have made yet another mess if a hand hadn't grabbed him by the wrist.

Roshea had looked up into the face of a man with long jet-black hair hanging down and had wondered for a second about the outfit. He wore a skirt and nurse's top that seemed more fetish than practical with the fabric clinging to his chest and a frilly skirt around his waist. Though the outfit was ridiculous it did do a good job of showing off the wiry muscles in his chest and the delightfully long legs beneath the skirt. Roshea's other hand went to stroke the man's thigh but he found his hand slapped aside. He was dragged from the bed and tossed to the ground by the man and it wasn't until he spoke that Roshea even realized he knew him.

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"Bad doggie, get off the furniture," Navarre said with a scowl. "And you two! I told you to help me with these patients! They're getting rowdy and neither of you is doing a thing about it!"

Navarre a foot in Marth's ass and drove the Hero-King into the ground before pointing at the three men in the corner. Roshea knew them all but at this point was past feeling anything for them besides lust. The gentle Draug, the stern Astram, and the namesake of the Wolfguard, Wolf himself. All three wore nothing besides bright red speedos identical to the ones Roshea and Roderick had worn earlier. A pole mounted in the corner of the room kept the three of them helpless as their hands had been cuffed behind their backs and fastened to it. The three could move about but were limited to only being able to shuffle around the pole. Navarre walked over to them and whistled for the boys to follow with Marth and Merric eagerly coming on their hands and knees.

He looked at Roshea expectantly and soon enough the cavalier was crawling over in much the same way as Navarre nodded. He turned back to his prisoners and put a finger to his chin at the way Astram scowled at him.

"Well, that's no good. Still too much attitude I'm afraid. Going to have to operate. Which one to use hmmm?"

Navarre looked to a nearby shelf and his eyes wandered over several tools, spurs, and feathers before finally settling on a toothbrush. Astram tried to turn away but Navarre had him by the swimsuit and pulled it open. Astram gasped as Navarre plunged the brush down into his speedo and started scrubbing away at the Hero's ticklish blonde balls. Astram danced from foot to foot and tried to pull away but that just invited Marth in. The prince grabbed one of his ankles and soon Astram was sagging as Marth's fingers scribbled on his sole while Navarre worked that toothbrush deeper in between his balls and leg.

Draug wasn't spared as one of the man's big feet was suddenly weighted down. He looked down to see Merric's smiling face as the greenette had plopped himself right atop his foot. Soon Draug was smiling too as fingers danced up the thick muscles of his thigh while Merric happily nuzzled away at the man's leg.

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Wolf scowled at Roshea when he looked up at him. For a second in the fuzzy and fluffy brain of the knight, he remembered Wolf. The hard and distant leader of their band of brothers, the one who always took the killing blows. Still, Roshea remembered that there was a softness there as he was always the one who saved the others when they were isolated regardless of his own safety. He was also the one who was the most observant and would see how Roshea would have to sit for a bit and wait after tending to the blisters on Vyland's feet or shining Sedgar's boots for him. At first, Roshea was sure he would expose him to the others.

Imagine Roshea's surprise when from that point on whenever Wolf would sit down and read his tactics manuals he would do so bootless. Wolf would put his pretty size 11's up and occasionally drag one tow along the other sole to scratch an itch. Though his feet may have been the same size as Seddy's the difference was night and day. Wolf's feet were breathtaking to someone with Roshea's interests, with long toes, and slim soles that he wanted. High arches and creamy heels called to him. The pink flush on the pale skin after a long day was so reminiscent of Wolf's own permanently pouting face. Roshea would think of them so much at night and it was worse on nights when they would share a tent. Wolf would sleep with them poking out of his sleeping bag, enjoying the sensation of being wrapped up in the fabric and having them poke out into the cold air of the night. Roshea would wonder if that was some kind of fetish of Wolf's and what that meant mainly so he could avoid staring at the pretty feet flexing their toes so close to his face.

Roshea would dream of just jumping from his sleeping bag and cinching Wolf's sleeping bag closed so that he could have those teasy feet entirely at his mercy. He'd have to try and look away as he "helped" himself to the sight and though he didn't realize it would get the best sleep of his life. Sedgar would never say a word as he cleaned Roshea's bag later about the stains, knowing what it was but respecting his comrade's privacy and sure enough, Vyland was soon asking for Roshea to teach him the art of massage so he could pay the favor. Rosh never knew about Wolf calling his friends aside and explaining what the quiet member of their group was into and how they could help make him comfortable.

This new slobbering Roshea would never know about that because he was too happy to see those teasy feet again. Wolf could only hiss as his ankle was seized before keening as Roshea's tongue went to his heel to start. It traveled up and followed along in that high arch as Wolf shook like a leaf. It gave a little swirl around the ball of his foot before it got up into those toes. Wolf was letting out squeals as the pad of each of those toes of his received a hard nip from Roshea's teeth. Wolf tried to pull away but Roshea pulled him back and dug his fingers into the heel of the man's foot making him shriek.

"ROHOHOHOSHEA STAHAHAP! GAHAHAH NOOHOHOO FIIIHIHGHT IHIHIT! EEEEHEEE! HAA! GEHEEHT OUT OF TEHHEHERE DAHAHAHMMIT!"

Roshea's hands had shot up and were now tickling at Wolf's speedo'd crotch, digging right into his taint and making him thrash. Draug saw his comrade having a rough time of it and tried to use his free foot to push Roshea off Wolf as he tried to block out Merric's teasing. The pinkette took the big man by the ankle instead though and lay on his back while holding onto Wolf. His mouth kept licking and kissing away at Wolf's sole while he used his other hand to move Draug's big foot over the head of his stiff cock, painting the meaty surface with pre-cum.

"Mmmmnnnh yeeeeesh" Roshea moaned with drool running down his chin as he devoured Wolf's skin.

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Wolf fell onto his ass and Roshea pounced on him just like a coyote. Soon the archer had Draug's foot pressed over his face and Navarre drew close to add Astram's as well. Marth and Merric took an ankle each and teased away at those pretty toes as the same figure who'd been ruining things all-day slipped in. Navarre was on his knees licking teasingly at Wolf's nipples while Roshea pulled that speedo down off him to start running his fingers all along the pink fuzzed genitals. Astram and Draug were able to slip away as instead, Wolf's howling got all four boys piling on him. Roshea had pinned him against the pole after discovering something truly delicious. Wolf's nose was ticklish and so the former stoic was now bouncing as Roshea nuzzled his nose back and forth along the man's.

"GAHAHAHAH DAAHAHAHMMIT! Bahahahahdtard! Nahahaht thehehehere!"

The interloper was quick and soon had Astram and Draug out of their cuffs. Bending down the redhead set to working on Wolf's and marveled at how intensely focused everyone was on teasing the archer. Tears were flowing down Wolf's cheeks freely as Navarre had pulled him into his lap and placed his hands between them. The swordsman's nimble fingers danced along Wolf's asscheeks as he whimpered and moaned due to Roshea licking and sucking along his neck now like an animal. He didn't even notice the cuffs coming off and it wasn't until Astram pulled Navarre out by the hair that the three former captives were able to turn the tables.

Draug sat heavily on Marth and Merric's lower backs and soon was enjoying how the two troublemakers were hugging each other as he drilled their sides and stomachs with his fingers. He did notice that they were soon tickling each other as well though. Navarre thrashed once Astram had him and had pinned him. Selecting one feather from the "nurses" tools he trailed its tip up along one of his legs and enjoyed the way he shook and tried to hold it in.

Wolf however was still pinned beneath Roshea, now laughing and kicking as Roshea counted his ribs and teased him.

"Gonna take you home! Oooh, your gonna be a tickly treat hehe~ Have a little dog house for you with a bowl out front."

"ROHOHOHSH WAHAHKE UHUHP! FIGIHIGHT IHIHT!"

"You'll be tied up nice and tight with these pretty, pretty, pretty feet waiting in a bowl out front for me. Every night I'm gonna come and sit atop you Wolfykins!"

"Dahahahamit stahahap! Lehehet me goohooo! hahahahlp!"

"And I'm going to Lick. Every. Inch. Of these feets. Every night until the sun comes up and your whimpering like my tickle puppy."

"NAHAHAHAT MY FEEEEHEEETS! NAHAHAHAH!"

Roshea had to be pulled off of Wolf by both of the other escaped prisoners and still was trying to get hold of the man's leg as they fled. If it hadn't been for Marth taking him down at the knees, Rosh might very well have chased them like a dog as they fled. Marth and Merric helping Roshea to his feet before all three of them turned on Navarre brought a smile to Xane's face as he closed the door on them and strode off down the hall.

"Now that the new guy has had a proper welcoming and those two have gotten some stingy de-feets. Maybe I'll help track down all those folks I let free. Hehe, not like they could have gotten far. Boy, I wish I could see King Surtr's face when I round them all up myself and deliver them to him. Hehe, show him who the head prankster is around here-"

Xane got to see King Surtr's face sooner than he thought as an opening to the tyrant's throne room had been created right before him as he turned the corner. The merry prankster's eyes were wide as the Mad King looked down at him.

"Yees, I do wonder what I will look like when you deliver me all those Heroes you helped escape. In the meantime let's see what you look like while you work off the debt for this prank my ticklish worm!"

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The Heroes of Archanea panted, out of breath to a man after their harrowing escapes. They'd run with no idea of where they were going but all had the same story. They'd been fleeing when they'd come across an opening with an ally waiting for them. They'd stepped through and found themselves back in Askr and greeted by its namesake himself. Jeorge and Gordin had embraced him, Rickard had reassured him it had all been according to plan while Draug had bowed. All the heroes had been happy to be back except for three specific ones. Askr couldn't blame them he supposed. It had probably hurt Vyland, Sedgar, and Wolf to leave their brother in arms behind. That's what Askr had assumed at least, in reality, the three were trying to be surreptitious as they dealt with a feeling that had been awakened in them. Each man was trying so hard to look at the feet of the other two without getting caught.

Askr was happy to have saved most of the Heroes at least. He was far from the type to dwell on the past as he had plans o the future. Excusing himself from the Heroes he went through one of the openings he could use his powers to create and checked in on a prize he had taken himself. The pair of large feet he had waiting for him on his bed wiggled their toes expectantly as he entered and lay down beside their restrained owner.

"Who knew you would take to this so well? My, my it's almost like you are more than happy to be dominated, Miss Strategist."

"Hrrmmnnphrm?!"

Loki whimpered into her gag needily but quickly turned to happy laughter as Askr stroked a finger up her thick arch. When the god's finger got to her toes and started twiddling the big toe too and fro she squealed in delight. Though when Askr stopped she was right back to whining into it.

"Phhrrmm?! Fhmmmph!"

"Hmm? Have I played with these big feet of yours too often Loki? Have you grown bored? Why I know what you like then."

The divine being reached up and fetched a single stiff white feather. Reaching up to Loki's chest, he began sawing it back and forth beneath one of her breasts. Slowly traveling up into the chasm beneath them where he knew the trickster had an adorable sweet spot. When he reached it she arced her back and squealed into her gag but not long after was right back to the same old-

"Fhhhmce! Fhhmmce!"

"Hmm? Titty tickles aren't what your craving either? My, my what will bring a nice smile to that face? Hmmm...what about..."

Askr leaned over the bound woman and brought his face to hers pressing their noses together. He began rubbing his own against hers and delighted at the flush it brought to her cheeks. It was a cute face but again she was back to frowning afterward.

"PPPHMCE! FHHMMCE!" she was screaming into her gag at this point. Askr played at being puzzled a bit more but finally felt pity for the villain and slipped one of his feet from its sandal. Loki practically screamed with joy at the sight and let out quite the happy sigh when he pressed the big brown sole onto her face and smothered it nicely.

"Yes, yes, yes YOU like that but what am I to do now? How am I punishing you for all your tricks if I'M bored now? Hmmph."

Askr snapped his fingers and created an opening through one of the dining room windows to Castle Múspel. He did enjoy Surtr's many games at least. They were so creative and fun to watch. Now the King cackled happily as he rested his massive feet atop what seemed to be a doghouse that had been pulled beneath the table. On Surtr's knees were a sticky and smiling Marth and Merric egging their king on that happy on their feet could get a little more out of them as they dangled their peds down in front of the doghouse. Inside the doghouse was a panting Roshea who was happy as a clam at how Marth and Merric's feet were his to worship and tickle gently. He was a happy puppy now as he was kept on his knees in the waist-high doghouse. This was because while he had Daddy Surtr's cock and Mar-Mar and Merry's feet to tease he also had another treat.

Lying on his back in the doghouse was a teary eyed Xane upon whose chest Roshea kneeled. The tricky dragon was in their other way, with his head protruding out the back of the doghouse with Roshea's puppy paws on either side of his face and smushing his face between them whenever the mood took the cavalier. Poking out of the same end of the doghouse was Xane's ticklish feet which were tied down right in a nice bowl in front of Roshea's little kennel. Whenever the coyote pup grew bored of worship and teasing, these feet were right there for him to nibble and be as rough as he wanted with. Surtr was a good pet owner and knew how to house train an eager dog and more importantly, how to train your dragon-nope I can't.