Jaynin
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Another story. Some of these characters I made up entirely at random just for this story, so don't be alarmed. Not as explicit as yesterday's story, but you can fill in the lines.
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"What's that you've got there?"
Syreth looked up from where she was curled up on her favorite cushion, a sort of concave chair that sat directly on the floor, at the voice that had addressed her. The thing he had been referring to was the dusty book that was in her lowest set of hands; Syreth had been so focused on what was written in the pages that she hadn't heard his approach, but Jaynin sat down next to her, fingers tweaking her hips before he smiled and nodded. "That book looks like it came from my personal hidden library, by the way. I ought to ask how you knew about it in the first place." But his tone was teasing, not recriminatory, and the only punishment he meted out was to undo the strip of cloth around Syreth's breasts and toss it aside. The busty naga showed no concern over that, giggling as his fingers started to probe and tease around the circumference of her breasts. Her expression was one of pure innocence:
"Why, I asked the librarian, of course. She was very helpful to me." And with that, Jaynin laughed, glancing over at the empty librarian's desk where Syia sometimes sat, dressed up in her charcoal gray skirt and vest with undershirt, thicker-rimmed spectacles and ivory chopsticks in the hair that was inevitably done up in a bun. That was her favorite outfit when pretending to be a librarian. That plus nylons, which everyone including Syia knew that she ought not to wear, but which she wore anyway, and often paid the price for it. "And this book is actually very interesting. It has a section on magic that was specific to naga and other similar species. Did you know that?" she asked, tapping a finger to the page where she was at. Jaynin peered over to look, fingers tweaking her sides as he did so; the page was a description of a weather spell, a way of conjuring up a nasty sea storm with plenty of wind, rain and lightning. "This particular one was mostly for sea naga. The sea witches particularly liked to use this in order to hide the reefs and shallows in which they liked to build their dwellings, keeping human ships at bay and driving off those persistent enough to press in and look." Syreth shrugged. Then she giggled, swatting ineffectively at the fingers tickling her underarms.
"Weather magic is powerful," Jaynin said, and it was generally true. Weather had a way of either getting out of hand, or refusing to do as you wished. The natural balance disliked being upset, and so you had to force the proper conditions into being, but once you did that they had a tendency to snowball and roll into something much bigger than you intended. "What's this one?" he asked, pointing to the adjacent page, which was where Syreth had been looking. It took the naga a moment to answer, overcome by giggles as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot under the arms, stroking in a slow circle on that point. Syreth nearly fumbled the book for giggling.
"Th-thehhee -eehehehe - stop that, I can't talk! - hehehehehe... this one.... ahem!" She stuck out her tongue at the incubus nestled against her side. "This is actually what I came here for. The medusa were famous for this one." Just saying that made the light of recognition appear in Jaynin's eyes. "It's petrification. Specifically, petrification by gazing into the eyes. Medusa are naturally attuned to this kind of magic, but we can learn it as well, as can gorgons. Plus..." Her finger traced down the page, quivering. Her underarm was being stroked softly, and it was all she could do to keep her arm up. "You can undo the s-spell pahahahaha... hahahaha... partially...! Th-they usually used this as a way to coerce or tease their victims, or u-use thehehehe... hehehee... hehehehee.... st-stoooop!!! To use them for entertainmenehehahahahaahehhhee..." Jaynin had taken the book from her and slipped into her lap, setting the book to the side and straddling her midsection, tickling her ribs with a smile on his face.
"Partially undo the petrification, mm? And what exactly do you think you're going to do with that?" he teased, lightly tickling her breasts in the way he knew she liked, flicking the nipples before flexing his wings a bit so he could pluck a feather from them and stroke it in between, eliciting a roar of laughter and a frantic attempt to defend herself. That turned the teasing into a general melee, with Jaynin trying to avoid the flailing hands and arms so he could pinch, tease, and prod at her soft body. "I'd say you could only be up to no good," he opined, tickling at the base of her ribs to either side, making her jump and squeal with laughter. "Partially undo the spell, huh? I bet that would be amazingly effective at exposing... weak... points." He punctuated each of the last three words with a prod at a weak spot of Syreth's. Then his fingers slowed, tickling only the outside of her breast, creeping along the firm edge and coming up towards the top, a motion that made the naga stop giggling crazily and sigh happily, giggling still but no longer struggling.
"Th-the way it... mmm..." she said gently, moaning as she let his fingers tickle her nipples, "it works... by... the petrification puts the body in a state of magical stasis, and the stone is really just for show... s-so to get any response, you have to... to... free the head, every time... then, you can free wh-whatever... nnn... whatever other part you want to have at hand, and..." She didn't finish her sentence, moaning as the incubus' lips fastened around one nipple and sucked hard, making her eyes roll up in her head. She spasmed, back bent like a taut bow, and that invited a sudden tickling against her arched sides, one that made her scream with sudden laughter. Struggling once again, she found that the bowl shape of her cushion had effectively trapped her, and so she gleefully found herself at the mercy of the tickling fingers. "Hehehehe... hehehe... hee... hahaha... mmm... hehehee... oooh, hahh, hahaha... mm." She calmed down again when the attention returned to her breasts, lovingly attended to by careful fingers, slowly building up the sensation within her...
Skillfully Jaynin made the sensation grow, nurturing it within her until the giggles and the moans were freely intermixed, her face longingly gazing at his, begging for the release he was building up. When her head tilted and lips parted ever so slightly, he made his move, leaning in forward to kiss her at the same time as his fingers traced circles around her breasts, spiraling in to the nipples, and then tickling their tips lightly... Like a slowly expanding balloon, Syreth's back arched again, until it reached its highest point, and there she quivered for a long minute, until finally her breath was expelled from her in a rush and she collapsed back against the chair, panting, and smiling up at him, giving his cheek a kiss. A slow rise, and a controlled fall, the pleasure rippling throughout her body, but not in a way that would leave her in a stuporous, ecstatic daze for twenty minutes before she could collect her thoughts and focus again. No, this way she'd feel the warmth tingle in her middle for another couple of minutes more and then slowly leave, allowing her to get back to her studies. "Have fun," Jaynin whispered, giving her side one more tweak and then returning her top and her book to her. He managed to evade a swat on the behind when exiting the library.
Jaynin was about to head down to the next floor, but then he heard something distinctive, like the clink of metal on metal, and paused at the doorway to the stairwell. The sound was coming from the gym... someone must be exercising there, and he decided on a whim to go and see who it was. After all, he was doing nothing but wandering around, so it wouldn't hurt to randomly go off wherever he pleased... turning to his left, he walked through the doorway and into the gym, his footfalls silenced by the rubber matting that covered the entirety of the gym's floor. There, with her back to him, stood a being Jaynin had not beheld before; her legs were bent somewhat even when standing upright, and instead of feet she had cloven hooves. Her skin was dark gray and supple, her curves (at least from the back) seemed to be quite ample, and curled yellow ram's horns jutted out from her temples. She was doing stretches right now, arching her back and stretching down to touch the floor, then turned around and repeated the process. When she spotted him, she smiled but said nothing, and he could see a ponytail of black hair bob up and down as she worked. She wore tight exercise clothing - a sleeveless top and slick, shiny shorts, showing that her body was firm and toned like Jelex's, though her breasts were somewhat bigger than the elf girl's. It was a pretty enticing sight... and Jaynin found himself approaching her, cocking his head slightly in amusement. "May I ask who you are?"
"Who, or what?" she responded, grinning back at him. "My name is Cilia. You know what satyrs are, right? I'm a female version of that, sort of, but we're called sheep sort of as a joke. Some of us grow wool around the ankles and wrists and at some parts of our body, but some of us shear it off and wear clothes." She cupped her breasts and bounced them. "These are too big for the little woolly covering to do much, so I chose to go with clothing. It's not so bad." Radiant blue eyes looked into Jaynin's light gray as she straightened up. Even with her legs as they were, she matched his height; were she able to stand upright, she'd be taller than him. "Anyway..." She bent backwards, making her shirt ride up to her ribs. "I'm a friend of Jelex's, and she told me I ought to come visit sometime, That I might meet some interesting people." Cilia smirked, looking Jaynin up and down. "You're interesting. Are you the troublemaker?"
Jaynin couldn't help but laugh. "Jelex called me a troublemaker? In any case, you're quite welcome here, and I'll assume that Jelex explained the things you need to know. Or did she?" Cilia nodded and grinned. "Good." Her stretch was interrupted by a squeal of laughter and a sudden snapping back into position as a finger probed her navel. "In any case, feel free to enjoy the exercise facilities." Cilia shook her head, taking a step closer, hands on hips in an aggressive pose, but she was smirking. Jaynin slipped his fingers under her bent arms and tickled her ribs; the aggressive pose dissolved instantly as she doubled over, flailing. "My, you're a ticklish one. No resistance? Just like Jelex it seems... where IS that elf, by the way? I was going to - "Jaynin didn't finish his sentence, but the sheep did it for him:
"You were going to pole that prancing little tease until she couldn't walk?" The statement was delivered with a grin, and Jaynin could easily see why these two would have gotten along. "Last I saw her she said she was going to go and get a snack and watch TV. I'm going to finish exercising - the brat is going to get pudgy if she pigs out like that and skips her practice!" Chuckling, Cilia finished up her stretching, and then picked up a light weight, letting her arm dangle to the side while she stood upright, exercising her side muscles - which was promptly interrupted by fingers skittering along the firm edge made by her stretch, and the weight thudded into the matted floor. "Okay, come on!" she squealed, swatting helplessly. "Don't tickle! Really! You're just as bad as she is..." The sheep picked up the weight, and held it with both hands behind her head this time. "Don't you even - no - no - nyahahahahahahaahHAHAAHAHAHAH ohhhhhh sthaaaahahahahahaaaa!!!!" Trying to resist this time, even with her body arched right into the fingertip that circled her navel, Cilia's body quivered for a while as she successfully resisted the ticklish sensation spiraling through her body. But then, the fingertip probed into her navel, and in a flash both weight and sheep were on the floor, one of them curled up in a tight ball.
Jaynin couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe if you didn't expose yourself like that - "
"New rule," Cilia said, levering herself upright. She took Jaynin by the shoulders, and he could feel her strength as she marched him back to a chair against the wall. "Watch like a good boy. No more bothering me while I exercise, and I'll let you give me a rubdown when I'm done. Okay?" Jaynin nodded his assent, but not before pulling her into his lap and tickling her exposed stomach for as long as he could before getting an elbow in the face. "Whoops! Are you okay? Serves you right though..." Grinning, the sheep wiggled her firm rear at him as Jaynin tended to his tender nose... and the girl promptly got back to work. It was rather enthralling to watch her go, and interesting in a way. She was quite skilled at it, showing a lot of practice and effort, building her core strength mainly and working on her flexibility to maintain a toned, firm shape rather than muscle mass like a male would have. Just enough to keep her strong and fit and probably to support those tits of hers, Jaynin judged. Syreth had a body structure which supported massive breasts, but Cilia probably had to work for it. Still, soon enough she was finished, a towel around her neck, and a grin on her face. She tossed a thumb in the direction of the changing room. "All right, I can see you're virtually straining at the leash. Let's get going."
Cilia went through the door first, and by the time Jaynin had caught up to her, she was laying facedown on a raised table that was there pretty much specifically for the purpose of getting post-exercise massages. Of course, she was naked... Jaynin retrieved the rubbing oil from where it was stashed nearby, rubbed some into his hands, and then started on the backs of her calves, working his way up to her thighs. Cilia giggled. "Ticklish behind your knees?" he asked, oily fingers rubbing against the skin there, and he was rewarded by a nod and increased giggling. The oil kept him from building too much friction, but just the touch was enough to make her giggle in some of the more sensitive spots, like her thighs or the backs of her knees, and her rear end... Plucking a feather from his folded wings, Jaynin coated it lightly with oil and started brushing it in the crack of her ass. Cilia went ballistic.
"HAHAA... ahahaha... oh god...hahahaha... you b-bashahhathahAHHAHAHahhheeheh bastard I knew you'd thahahaHAHAHEHEEH do something per-herhe-hahah-eheheh perverted there!" she squealed, while nonetheless making zero effort to move away or stop him, gripping the towel that she laid upon in both hands while the ticklish, oily feather painted in between her firm cheeks... and then the massaging continued, oil working its way up the small of her back, the sheep giggling again as his fingers teased the kidneys at the small of her back. "Hehehehe... d-damheheheehahaha damn fingers, wa-ahhaaheheheh -heheheheheeh watch where you're going whehaaaa with them..." she murmured, falling silent eventually as the massage became firmer as he rubbed the muscles of her upper back and shoulders. Taking one arm, he ran his thumbs firmly against the palm, then rubbed down her triceps and biceps as well, lifting the arm so he could get to the underside, then conspicuously stopping short of the underarm. "Nnnh... you're a bastard, you know that?" Cilia mumbled "Go ahead. Do it. Tickle me under the --"
"Let the record reflect that Cilia wished to be tickled," he said a moment later, running smooth fingers along the sensitive skin of the underarm, fighting the strong girl's reaction to cover her armpit, which lasted all of fifteen seconds while the gap gradually closed, his fingers tickling frantically at the soft hollow until her muscles flexing had squeezed his slippery fingers out, before moving to the next arm, repeating the procedure. "What was that?" he asked cheerfully, even though he was pretty certain it had been a muttered, giggly, insincere 'I hate you' mumbled into the pillow her head rested on. This time there was no teasing when he reached the underarm, which surprised the sheep girl, who had been tensing in anticipation. Finally, with both underarms done and the girl a giggly, squirming, oily mass that shined softly in the light, he massaged the tops of her shoulders and the back of her neck. "All done."
Promptly, Cilia flipped herself over, hands resting easily at her sides instead of covering herself. Her eyes were closed. When nothing happened for a moment, she opened one eye and asked, "Aren't you goihaha-hahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HHAHAAHAAH HHAHAHAHA!!!" Jaynin had chosen that moment to drill a fingertip into her navel, before laughing and reapplying more oil, starting from the ankles and working his way up again. "Mmm. Shame I can't get a foot massage," Cilia muttered as she calmed down from the tickling. "Jelex has told me they feel good..." The massaging fingers ran up past her calves, up to her thighs, only just barely skirting the sensitive nether regions between her legs - which meant, he spent plenty of time massaging pretty much everything in and around her inner thighs and hips, but avoided actually touching anything important. "Can I say again that you're a bastard?" Cilia asked with a long sigh, though her voice was soft and body slightly tensed. "I mean - GHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAH HHEHEHEEHEEHEHEH all right all right you jerk hhaHHAAHAHAHAHEHEHEH I ta-haha-hehehe-take it backhhhahahaha... take it back. Jerk." Fingers being drilled into her navel and tickling her hips had the desired effect, although the firm ridge of the hipbone was less effected by the tickling due to the slickness all over her body. Cilia mostly went silent as the fingers quested up her ribcage, tickling each soft gap between the ribs, but saying nothing else, and then letting out a soft gasp of pleasure as the hands directly rubbed up onto her breasts instead of teasing...
"I guess your tits are the one part of you that isn't ticklish," Jaynin teased a minute later, after a silence punctuated only by soft, involuntary gasps and moans from the sheep. His voice teased into her ear, softly, as his hands finally lifted from the soft mounds, tickling fingers grazing her underarms one last time before they withdrew. Cilia's eyes opened and she smiled.
"I guess not," she agreed. "But aren't you forgetting to massage somewhere?"
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"So, what, did you fuck?" Jelex asked as Cilia came down the stairs, a wide smile on her face and a spring in her step as she tossed herself into a chair, wearing a t-shirt and shorts that were tight, unlike the loose-and-almost-falling-off shorts Jelex favored. The elf's socked feet were propped on a stool. Jelex looked her friend up and down; freshly showered, to be sure, but beyond that her skin was virtually glowing. A moment later, Jaynin came down the steps, walking at a considerably slower gait and seeming to ease himself down beside Jelex. The elf looked at him too and gave him a whack in the shoulder. "Stop lying. The 'poor little me' act is such a fake and you know it." Cracking her gum, Jelex stabbed the remote at the widescreen television across from the three and grinned. "I bet the limp would disappear if Brea showed up and sat on your lap."
"You take all the fun out of things," Jaynin complained, prodding the elf in the side and earning himself a squeal and a fumbled remote that dropped on the floor, the battery case popping off and one of the batteries coming loose. "Look what you did now," he said, prodding her repeatedly in the sides as she bent over to try and retrieve both the remote and the case, leaving her legs extended not because she did so intentionally but just because her flexibility was such that she didn't need to bother. Still, the added distraction of the tickling on her vulnerable sides made picking up the remote a minute-long endeavor that ended with her popping the battery back in and giving Jaynin a sarcastic look of long suffering. It didn't save her from the hand that clawed across her stomach, tickling harshly at her side, prompting her to toss the remote to Cilia and engage in a brief struggle which ended with her gripping both of his wrists firmly.
"Sheesh. See, Cilia, I don't need to go to the gym ever, not with him around." Jelex grinned widely at Jaynin. "Personal exercise machine. But just not when I'm watching TV - hey, get the remote back for me," she commanded, prodding Jaynin in the side and grinning as he jumped. "Cilia puts on stupid girly crap." She let his wrists go and returned to the TV, making a face as the channels flipped rapidly.
"Why did you give her the remote in the first place, then?" Jaynin asked, returning the prod and then turning to bring his other arm to bear, tickling Jelex's sides and grinning as she arched, squealing and flailing her arms. "You shouldn't have done that if you don't like what she puts on. Think before you act, Jelex," he admonished, while his tickling of her abdomen ramped up, fighting to pin her in a position where he could free up one hand, but Jelex was too quick and agile to let that happen. Eventually, once again, he ended up trying to wrestle her hands out of the way and they locked fingers, neutralizing one another. "Phew... damn, you're too strong for someone like me," he said, giving Jelex a pout. The elf stuck her tongue out at him and shook her head. "Not going to work, eh?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Damn. Hey, Cilia, give me a hand - "
"Don't you dare, or I swear I will - HYEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Jelex screamed, bursting into laughter as the sheep girl virtually dived for her ankles, locking them under one arm and peeling the socks off before running her short fingernails against the soles of Jelex's feet. "I SWEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH SWEAR I IHAHAHEHEHEH I'll kill you I swehheahHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! D-DaahaHAHAAHAHAHAMMIT!!!" Jelex's typically loud laugh rang out in shrieks and squeals, unfettered by any kind of self-restraint as she howled and struggled in her attempt to get free, legs kicking and thrashing as she tried to break free of the hold. "NGHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHLET HAHEHEHEEH LET GO LEGGO HAHAAAAA!!!" The two of them, working together, were slowly fighting Jelex into position, forcing her into Jaynin's lap and bending her arms back to link them behind Jaynin's neck, where he held them in place, and then looping his legs over and around hers to pin them on the footrest. Jelex fought them both for five minutes straight, preventing them from getting anything more than incidental tickling in... but finally her struggles wore her out, and she panted. Cilia grinned.
"Perfect. Now, are you going to be a good little tease and let him pole you until you can't walk? Or do I have to tickle torture you?" This turned out to be a rhetorical question, mostly because Cilia's fingers attacked Jelex's sides when she tried to answer. Expelling her breath in a burst of laughter, Jelex tried in vain to plead with her friend as the teasing fingernails pulled her shirt up to her neck so that her breasts popped out, and then proceeded to tickle all along her ribs and just under the breasts. This was the kind of thing that drove Jelex nuts; most of her weak points were along the firm points of her body, being the hips, ribs, underarms and sides, as opposed to the softer areas of her breasts or stomach or thighs or feet. Cilia teased Jelex by bouncing her breasts from time to time, grinning as she tickled the upper ribs immediately thereafter. "There's a good tease. Show us those pretty tits you like to keep covered too much. I bet those shorts will just drop right off your ass if we keep at this, though? Won't it, tease?" Jaynin guessed that "tease" was Cilia's nickname for Jelex, given the way she repeated it and used it to punctuate her attacks upon Jelex's weak spots. The ribs were scratched red before Cilia moved on, worming her fingers into the underarms and rubbing with her middle and index fingers put together, alternating between a circular massage of the skin and a firmer wiggling of fingertips into the soft hollows.
Jelex's ballistic laughter rang out in discordant shrieks. Never one to be tickled for the melody of her laughter, Jelex was nonetheless a target of high priority if one wished to have acute, unrestrained responses to their teasing. Jelex never hesitated to let people know what was on her mind, and so when she was being tickled, she proclaimed it to everyone within earshot - which sometimes backfired, as it drew other sources of torment and worsened her predicament. Her tendency to curse at her ticklers, in that helpless cute way of hers, just lent them the idea to make her stop using dirty language by having her howl with laughter too much to speak. Jelex's endurance was particularly amazing in this regard; her chest pumped and heaved with laughter, resilient muscles allowing her to flex and wiggle long after the stamina of others would have disappeared, all the while bellowing with powerless laughter that was almost the same as when the tickling had just started. Gradually Jaynin was able to keep her under tighter control, but for a while he still had to be on guard for her powerful bouts of thrashing. He needn't have worried, however; whenever Jelex seemed as if she was fighting too hard to get free, Cilia's fingernails drove into her ribs, attacking and sapping her will to struggle, and once she had calmed down they returned to lighter teasing at the hips or sides.
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Syia could vaguely hear the jarring squeals that indicated a tortured Jelex was nearby, but as much as she wanted to go investigate, she kept her mind on her purpose and glanced around Felin's lab. Keeping focused was difficult, not only because of the laughter, but its mental equivalent washed over her as well, the distinctive alarm of a tickle victim struggling to get free. Though, there was an echo of that sensation, as if it were coming from somewhere else, but to a muted degree... then it faded, both Jelex's and the strange echo. Was she imagining things? Felin occasionally tried to build machines that would capitalize on her perception abilities, either by muddling them with confusing information, or by inducing certain reactions given her greater sensitivity to reception. This latter almost never worked; a machine couldn't duplicate the necessary waves well enough to overcome Syia's defenses, although a powerful opposing psychic could take advantage of things in that way, if he or she knew how.
Finding Felin in her lab if she was not at her desk could be a daunting task. But Syia knew the feline's mind well enough to take a stab at it. The only problem was, unlike Jelex's mind (which was just as noisy as the rest of her), Felin's quiet, contemplative pulse could be difficult to detect at any distance beyond more than twenty feet or so. She could only cast about and hope to find her... and so she set off, first to the experimental section, where Felin could experiment upon and scan the various beings she brought to her laboratory. While she did not find Felin here, she did find something else that was about as interesting...
Upon the padded table, unrestrained but with her eyes closed, was a tall, large-proportioned drow female. Syia, clad in her nurse's garb that clung tight to her body but gave her a professional, competent feel, reached a hand out clinically to rub against the soft skin of the stomach, earning a twitch of a response. Running that hand up to the ample breast just above it, she weighted the flesh in her hand, tweaking the nipple, and smiling to herself. Nice and big. Maybe DD, possibly E, difficult to tell without measurements because of her size. They would certainly be larger cups on the human frame, but because her overall proportions were just that much larger than normal, the actual size might not be such an eye-popping letter and number combination. Whatever the result, she was certainly a rare specimen. Just the kind Felin liked for her games... Syia's hand left the breast alone, noting with a small smile the reaction she'd gotten from her teases, and skirted it down the drow's flank, briefly teasing into the gap between her thighs. Acute response. She's quite sensitive. Very sensitive. I wonder if Felin has anything to do with that. The hand continued down, over the knee, noticing the nice, supple, soft dark gray skin. The hand wandered over the top of her foot and traced down onto the ball - and Syia pulled away as a sudden violent twitch made the figure tense up, facial expression scrunching up a bit, before she relaxed and returned to normal. Grinning, Syia's fingers hooked and began to come up and over...
"Don't wake her up just yet." The voice was mild, but no less commanding for that. Syia let her hands drop to her sides, observing Felin sitting not too far away at a terminal, looking over her shoulder. The lithe feline was far too quiet for her own good. "The last growth cycle is just about finished. You'll interfere with it and I'll have to re-run the last cycle if you put your hands in the field too much." There was a slight quirk to her eyebrow. Did Felin want her to do that? She couldn't tell, and the neko-jin did not elaborate, so Syia kept her hands at her sides and came around the table to the far side, peering at the terminal. Without prompting, Felin explained: "I'm testing a limited growth technique on her. It's safer, I calculate, to do the whole body first and make sure that is successful before I work on limited areas. That's why, you may have noticed, that while she is quite tall and perhaps a trifle broad, her proportions are more or less in line, hence why her breasts and feet have grown along with her legs and torso. I wanted to make sure the technique preserved such distinctions." The drow's height, as recorded on the display, seemed to be topping out at seven feet exactly. It was like Felin to be so precise.
"So, does this technique also grow her sensitivity?" While not grammatically nor technically correct, the meaning of the joke was fairly plain. Felin nodded in response to the question.
"Of course." And then the feline grinned that wicked grin which Syia loved so much. Felin went from business to pleasure at the drop of a hat, but while in either mode, refused to be dislodged from it until she was ready. "Testing of the nerve receptors was the first item in my list. All major nerve centers function properly, and important nerve bundles show a 44% increase in sensitivity, including her tits and her slit." By which Syia could surmise that she had probably employed what Syia called the milkers - hemispherical attachments which suckled and massaged and vibrated breasts, especially large ones - and vibrators of God only knew what kind. Felin often jokingly promised to develop a way to make Syia produce milk like the cow she was, so that she could be milked properly. Syia only retorted that Felin should not be selfish and keep it all for herself. "Here, take a look. This was the most sensitive place prior to the operation," Felin said, punching in a command to isolate and zoom in upon the feet, virtually all of which glowed at the very least deep orange, which was "moderate to severe" on Felin's color code. The vast majority was bright red, "severe", while there were some places...
"What color is that?" Syia asked, pointing to a few places in which the red was a dark maroon. There was no corresponding color code on the tiny legend for that, and Felin just raised her eyebrows.
"Help me set up," she said instead, keying off the display, which indicated that the machine was done its cycle and would begin wake-up rhythms in one minute, and Syia followed, shackling the feet in place before the table's end split and raised up her feet, almost like a gynecological chair, and shackled her wrists in place by the side of her body. As soon as they had finished, she woke up, and Felin addressed her with a smile. "How do you feel, Naisha?"
"Tingly," was the drow's response. "And I can't move. But I feel pretty good."
"Oh, being unable to move is just a side-effect of the process. It'll wear off in a few minutes as your body adjusts to the new positions of your muscles." One of the benefits Felin had to her ability to switch modes at the drop of a hat was that she could lie like a champion, spewing what was so totally a bunch of crap with a straight face and authoritative tone. Syia could see that the table had further restrained Naisha's feet by the use of tiny rings around each toe, and despite herself she had started to tremble a little with excitement. "Now we're going to test things out... bear with us." Syia smiled at the girl and caught her eye, but said nothing, figuring it best to let Felin do the lying.
From the start it was clear that the girl was hopelessly ticklish on her feet, which were fairly broad but very soft, and at this point almost totally immobile. Syia started with her fingers, going from the center of the arch - which had been listed as the least sensitive spot - and then spidering her fingers down to the heel, running a fingertip around the circumference of the heel, following the crease all the way around to the tune of Naisha's squealed, surprised laughter. Syia let her fingers dance idly on the heel, causing guffaws and giggles, and observed what Felin was doing beside her. Precise as ever, the feline's clawtips were following each small fold in the center of her foot, horizontally running against the sole before skipping up to the next one. She had started from the heel and was working up, using her left hand to trace a continuous circle on the arch while tracing the lines with her right hand. Her pressure was never very firm, but just enough to elicit a response from the nerves just below the skin...
Poor Naisha was giggling herself silly, those nicely enhanced breasts jiggling to and fro while her torso heaved for air. But she didn't seem to be pressed too hard; then again, Syia doubted a flush would show very clearly on the drow's dark skin. So, Syia decided to be bold; walking her fingers in literal steps, pantomiming legs, she proceeded up the side of Naisha's foot and then slipped her fingers to the side, finding the area just at the top of her sole, right where it met the ball of her foot, and placed her two fingers together, lightly tapping that spot... Naisha burst into giggles, squealing, "No, nohohohohooooo!!! Hahahahahahaha... HAHAHAHA... HAHAHAHAH...!!!" Starting slowly, when Syia applied a slight wiggling pressure to the weak point, and gradually escalating, Naisha's attempts to break free grew more and more frantic until she was heaving at the bonds and nearly screaming with laughter, as Syia brought her nails to bear and then tickled the spot insistently, a wicked grin on her face as her other hand circled the circumference of the heel, tickling Naisha into a whirlwind of screaming hysteria... the drow probably never noticed that Felin had stopped entirely, letting Syia work her expertise upon the helpless foot, and Syia kept up the pressure, getting more and more insistent over the course of a minute...
Abruptly, she stopped, and let the winded girl regain her breath. "Ohhh gods... ohhh gods... don't tickle my feet, please, I'm so ticklish," she begged. It was precisely the wrong thing to say; said in a breathy tone of voice while panting and still giggly, it virtually pleaded with her ticklers to continue. But Syia's fingers remained motionless, and Felin took up the tickling. Her fingers started to stroke from top to bottom, a sort of general tickling motion to prime her target until she was good and giggly before beginning more precise maneuvers against the weak spots in Naisha's feet. Felin attacked the next one in line; tickling along the firm side of Naisha's foot, earning herself moderate giggles, Felin suddenly shifted her fingers to a point on the ball of Naisha's foot, just below the big toe, and from the start she tickled mercilessly. Naisha exploded into giggles, then hysterical laughter, in less than five seconds. Felin obviously intended there to be no mercy, the torturous claws tickling that precise spot at the same time they raked up and down the soft sole, adding to the ticklish sensation, all of it spiking up just one leg... the alternating tickling was bad enough in its own right; the drow was gasping with laughter, shaking her head wildly after her unsuccessful attempts to break out of the strong shackles. But there was a more insidious question that floated in the air, unasked, but understood by all three: What happens when BOTH feet are tickled, Naisha?
Presently Felin stopped, and she looked at Syia, nodding and grinning. Syia waited by the table, but didn't tickle Naisha, letting the panting girl regain her breath and a semblance of her strength while Felin pulled out a thin drawer from the foot of the table, which contained tiny, precise tools. Handing one to Syia, she took the other for herself and tapped a few buttons on the console built into the side of the table. The display winked to life again, showing the picture of Naisha's feet. There was a repeater display above the table, for Naisha to see, and one at the rear of the table, for Syia and Felin. Felin asked, in a tone of idle curiosity, "Do you see this spot, Naisha?" She tapped the display at their end, which caused a blinking yellow 'ping' to show up on the display. Naisha quailed. "It says here that this spot is very, very sensitive." She tapped the spot again, and the drow let off a little whimper; Felin was tapping the middle toe of her right foot, specifically the first joint between the base of the foot and the pad. "Very sensitive indeed. But also very small." She tapped it again. "But what's even more interesting than that..." The tool moved across the screen, making a small streak of yellow light follow it. "Is that the very same spot exists, right here." Naisha's face went pale. The same spot on the middle toe of her left foot was colored in the same very dark red.
"N-no..." she whispered softly.
"I wonder what happens if both are tickled at once," she said aloud, as if ignoring her. "Syia, aren't you curious? I am. Why don't we see what happens? In the name of science." Felin's grin stretched from one cat ear to another. Syia mouthed a silent thanks and turned, the small hooked end of her tool looking like it had the tines of a tiny backscratcher. Perfect for getting at a small place. "Ready? One, two..." Naisha's sudden shriek and pleading interrupted the countdown, neither Felin nor Syia saying anything until the girl's objections had wound down, leaving only the look of consternation on her face. Felin was silent a moment as they listened to her breathing... "Three."
Naisha's world was obliterated. Ticklish sensations, more than she could imagine, more than she could handle, spiked wildly up her legs at the speed of light, urgently impressing upon her mind the importance of getting her sensitive toes away from those teasing objects with all due haste. But Naisha could not escape it; her futile struggles' energy was converted into laughter, laughter which seemed to come from deep within her core and travel up her chest, gathering steam as it went like the burst of a geyser gaining momentum under the ground before exploding from her mouth with such force as to almost arch her body upwards. On and on it came, great rolling gales of hysterical screeching that seemed wholly out of proportion to the measured, slow scratching that went back and forth across the joints of her two middle toes, tormented soles and heels being given a rest, but at a price too great to imagine. Ticklishness took on a new meaning for the drow; her feet rattled frantically in the tight bonds that held them where they could not move even a whit, powerless to stop the teasing torment caused by the rubbing of those slightly roughened rods against her ticklish skin.
Hardly had one laugh begun before another pushed it aside, so rather than a rise and fall of waves of laughter, Naisha seemed to jerk with constant hiccups of laughter, each sound seeming staccato and cut off because she was trying to cram too many laughs into too small a space. Her mind seemed to blank, trying to detach itself from the body that was being tickled so severely; idly she wondered if the feline genius could ever create a device which would generate power from the sound of laughter. If so, Naisha would probably power a small city by herself right now. Ticklish sensation spurted up from her feet, racing up her legs and giving her core a slight tease before racing up to her chest, signaling her overworked lungs to generate more and more laughter, until even her dark gray face could be seen to have a red tinge that came from too much giggling, smudges of tears in the corners of her eyes that she was helpless to blot out. Her tongue seemed to dry out from the force of so many laughs passing over it, feeling the shortness of breath make her slightly dizzy, and yet still the tickling continued, the merciless women at her feet exploiting her weakness like never before...
Time seemed to slow and stretch, the constant yellow pinging on the display over her two middle toes teasing her, marking her heartbeat as the slow sweep of the second hand counted the time until eternity...and with a scream of laughter that seemed to shatter the world, time collapsed back in on itself and began to move again, and the two were standing beside her, gently stroking her face and her hair, mopping up sweat and tears, guiding a straw into her mouth and squirting water in until she gripped it with her lips and sucked greedily. She couldn't believe that sensation; it had been indescribable, Her limbs were freed; they seemed limp and numb, yet at the same time light enough to fly with. At length Naisha sat up, shaking her head and stretching.
"You've got a wonderful body, babe," Syia said with a wink, giving her a pat on the back.
"How was it?" Felin asked, more clinically. "Did the enhanced lung capacity help you out?"
Naisha nodded. "I was laughing really hard," she said weakly, still regaining her strength, "but I'm pretty sure I didn't pass out, and you two were working over my weak spot pretty bad. I think that makes it pretty certain that it did work. You're a genius, Felin." The lithe feline grinned and waved the compliment off, but Syia found the conversation rather odd. The drow was not gasping at Felin and thinking "Monster!" or grasping herself in disbelief over what had just happened. Swinging her legs over the side of the table, she accepted the dark purple robe trimmed in gold that Felin offered her, pulling it on so that it belted tight around her waist and was pretty firm around her upper body, though lacking sleeves, but the skirt section on the bottom was divided into three large flaps, one that fell straight down from the front, covering between the legs, and two more down the back of either leg. Then she ran her shoulders, arms, and hands in circles, doing a slight stretch with her legs before winking and blowing a kiss towards Felin, a kiss which oddly produced a little smoke heart which drifted over before fading out.
When the drow had walked off, Syia said, "I thought -"
"You thought I was torturing some helpless prisoner that I had snatched out of the forest and had experimented on to my own wicked ends?" Felin cut in. "Well, you thought wrong. I just let you believe what you wanted to believe, and you went along perfectly." The feline smirk was almost too much to bear. "I saw how excited you got, Syia. Don't try and hide it from me." She pressed up against Syia's front and grinned.
Syia sighed. "All right, so you got me. What do you want, a medal?" Felin only shook her head, planting a soft kiss on the nurse's lips.
"No, just to thank you for playing along."
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Jaynin had control of the remote now, while the disparate tangle of limbs and flesh that was Cilia and Jelex occupied the spots beside him. Too tired to keep arguing now, they let clothing that had been lost and tangled in disarray remain as it was, while Jaynin idly ran his hand over a side or a rear end or a breast that happened to be within convenient reach. From the steps leading down to the basement where Felin's lab was, a figure appeared, and at first Jaynin thought to greet Felin, but the approaching woman was too tall to be her... fascinated, Jaynin watched as she skirted around the rear of the couch, adding a quick tickle to an exposed hip that Jaynin couldn't reach. This resulted in an additional squeal and more wriggling between the two of them while Naisha sat down on the arm of the couch beside Jaynin and gave him a grin, long silver hair tossed over her shoulder, a strand of it twirled idly around one finger.
"So, I heard that you were pretty handy with magic... think you can teach me?" Looking at the beautiful figure which had unexpectedly appeared next to him, Jaynin hardly needed to consider his response:
"Of course. When do you want to start?"
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"What's that you've got there?"
Syreth looked up from where she was curled up on her favorite cushion, a sort of concave chair that sat directly on the floor, at the voice that had addressed her. The thing he had been referring to was the dusty book that was in her lowest set of hands; Syreth had been so focused on what was written in the pages that she hadn't heard his approach, but Jaynin sat down next to her, fingers tweaking her hips before he smiled and nodded. "That book looks like it came from my personal hidden library, by the way. I ought to ask how you knew about it in the first place." But his tone was teasing, not recriminatory, and the only punishment he meted out was to undo the strip of cloth around Syreth's breasts and toss it aside. The busty naga showed no concern over that, giggling as his fingers started to probe and tease around the circumference of her breasts. Her expression was one of pure innocence:
"Why, I asked the librarian, of course. She was very helpful to me." And with that, Jaynin laughed, glancing over at the empty librarian's desk where Syia sometimes sat, dressed up in her charcoal gray skirt and vest with undershirt, thicker-rimmed spectacles and ivory chopsticks in the hair that was inevitably done up in a bun. That was her favorite outfit when pretending to be a librarian. That plus nylons, which everyone including Syia knew that she ought not to wear, but which she wore anyway, and often paid the price for it. "And this book is actually very interesting. It has a section on magic that was specific to naga and other similar species. Did you know that?" she asked, tapping a finger to the page where she was at. Jaynin peered over to look, fingers tweaking her sides as he did so; the page was a description of a weather spell, a way of conjuring up a nasty sea storm with plenty of wind, rain and lightning. "This particular one was mostly for sea naga. The sea witches particularly liked to use this in order to hide the reefs and shallows in which they liked to build their dwellings, keeping human ships at bay and driving off those persistent enough to press in and look." Syreth shrugged. Then she giggled, swatting ineffectively at the fingers tickling her underarms.
"Weather magic is powerful," Jaynin said, and it was generally true. Weather had a way of either getting out of hand, or refusing to do as you wished. The natural balance disliked being upset, and so you had to force the proper conditions into being, but once you did that they had a tendency to snowball and roll into something much bigger than you intended. "What's this one?" he asked, pointing to the adjacent page, which was where Syreth had been looking. It took the naga a moment to answer, overcome by giggles as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot under the arms, stroking in a slow circle on that point. Syreth nearly fumbled the book for giggling.
"Th-thehhee -eehehehe - stop that, I can't talk! - hehehehehe... this one.... ahem!" She stuck out her tongue at the incubus nestled against her side. "This is actually what I came here for. The medusa were famous for this one." Just saying that made the light of recognition appear in Jaynin's eyes. "It's petrification. Specifically, petrification by gazing into the eyes. Medusa are naturally attuned to this kind of magic, but we can learn it as well, as can gorgons. Plus..." Her finger traced down the page, quivering. Her underarm was being stroked softly, and it was all she could do to keep her arm up. "You can undo the s-spell pahahahaha... hahahaha... partially...! Th-they usually used this as a way to coerce or tease their victims, or u-use thehehehe... hehehee... hehehehee.... st-stoooop!!! To use them for entertainmenehehahahahaahehhhee..." Jaynin had taken the book from her and slipped into her lap, setting the book to the side and straddling her midsection, tickling her ribs with a smile on his face.
"Partially undo the petrification, mm? And what exactly do you think you're going to do with that?" he teased, lightly tickling her breasts in the way he knew she liked, flicking the nipples before flexing his wings a bit so he could pluck a feather from them and stroke it in between, eliciting a roar of laughter and a frantic attempt to defend herself. That turned the teasing into a general melee, with Jaynin trying to avoid the flailing hands and arms so he could pinch, tease, and prod at her soft body. "I'd say you could only be up to no good," he opined, tickling at the base of her ribs to either side, making her jump and squeal with laughter. "Partially undo the spell, huh? I bet that would be amazingly effective at exposing... weak... points." He punctuated each of the last three words with a prod at a weak spot of Syreth's. Then his fingers slowed, tickling only the outside of her breast, creeping along the firm edge and coming up towards the top, a motion that made the naga stop giggling crazily and sigh happily, giggling still but no longer struggling.
"Th-the way it... mmm..." she said gently, moaning as she let his fingers tickle her nipples, "it works... by... the petrification puts the body in a state of magical stasis, and the stone is really just for show... s-so to get any response, you have to... to... free the head, every time... then, you can free wh-whatever... nnn... whatever other part you want to have at hand, and..." She didn't finish her sentence, moaning as the incubus' lips fastened around one nipple and sucked hard, making her eyes roll up in her head. She spasmed, back bent like a taut bow, and that invited a sudden tickling against her arched sides, one that made her scream with sudden laughter. Struggling once again, she found that the bowl shape of her cushion had effectively trapped her, and so she gleefully found herself at the mercy of the tickling fingers. "Hehehehe... hehehe... hee... hahaha... mmm... hehehee... oooh, hahh, hahaha... mm." She calmed down again when the attention returned to her breasts, lovingly attended to by careful fingers, slowly building up the sensation within her...
Skillfully Jaynin made the sensation grow, nurturing it within her until the giggles and the moans were freely intermixed, her face longingly gazing at his, begging for the release he was building up. When her head tilted and lips parted ever so slightly, he made his move, leaning in forward to kiss her at the same time as his fingers traced circles around her breasts, spiraling in to the nipples, and then tickling their tips lightly... Like a slowly expanding balloon, Syreth's back arched again, until it reached its highest point, and there she quivered for a long minute, until finally her breath was expelled from her in a rush and she collapsed back against the chair, panting, and smiling up at him, giving his cheek a kiss. A slow rise, and a controlled fall, the pleasure rippling throughout her body, but not in a way that would leave her in a stuporous, ecstatic daze for twenty minutes before she could collect her thoughts and focus again. No, this way she'd feel the warmth tingle in her middle for another couple of minutes more and then slowly leave, allowing her to get back to her studies. "Have fun," Jaynin whispered, giving her side one more tweak and then returning her top and her book to her. He managed to evade a swat on the behind when exiting the library.
Jaynin was about to head down to the next floor, but then he heard something distinctive, like the clink of metal on metal, and paused at the doorway to the stairwell. The sound was coming from the gym... someone must be exercising there, and he decided on a whim to go and see who it was. After all, he was doing nothing but wandering around, so it wouldn't hurt to randomly go off wherever he pleased... turning to his left, he walked through the doorway and into the gym, his footfalls silenced by the rubber matting that covered the entirety of the gym's floor. There, with her back to him, stood a being Jaynin had not beheld before; her legs were bent somewhat even when standing upright, and instead of feet she had cloven hooves. Her skin was dark gray and supple, her curves (at least from the back) seemed to be quite ample, and curled yellow ram's horns jutted out from her temples. She was doing stretches right now, arching her back and stretching down to touch the floor, then turned around and repeated the process. When she spotted him, she smiled but said nothing, and he could see a ponytail of black hair bob up and down as she worked. She wore tight exercise clothing - a sleeveless top and slick, shiny shorts, showing that her body was firm and toned like Jelex's, though her breasts were somewhat bigger than the elf girl's. It was a pretty enticing sight... and Jaynin found himself approaching her, cocking his head slightly in amusement. "May I ask who you are?"
"Who, or what?" she responded, grinning back at him. "My name is Cilia. You know what satyrs are, right? I'm a female version of that, sort of, but we're called sheep sort of as a joke. Some of us grow wool around the ankles and wrists and at some parts of our body, but some of us shear it off and wear clothes." She cupped her breasts and bounced them. "These are too big for the little woolly covering to do much, so I chose to go with clothing. It's not so bad." Radiant blue eyes looked into Jaynin's light gray as she straightened up. Even with her legs as they were, she matched his height; were she able to stand upright, she'd be taller than him. "Anyway..." She bent backwards, making her shirt ride up to her ribs. "I'm a friend of Jelex's, and she told me I ought to come visit sometime, That I might meet some interesting people." Cilia smirked, looking Jaynin up and down. "You're interesting. Are you the troublemaker?"
Jaynin couldn't help but laugh. "Jelex called me a troublemaker? In any case, you're quite welcome here, and I'll assume that Jelex explained the things you need to know. Or did she?" Cilia nodded and grinned. "Good." Her stretch was interrupted by a squeal of laughter and a sudden snapping back into position as a finger probed her navel. "In any case, feel free to enjoy the exercise facilities." Cilia shook her head, taking a step closer, hands on hips in an aggressive pose, but she was smirking. Jaynin slipped his fingers under her bent arms and tickled her ribs; the aggressive pose dissolved instantly as she doubled over, flailing. "My, you're a ticklish one. No resistance? Just like Jelex it seems... where IS that elf, by the way? I was going to - "Jaynin didn't finish his sentence, but the sheep did it for him:
"You were going to pole that prancing little tease until she couldn't walk?" The statement was delivered with a grin, and Jaynin could easily see why these two would have gotten along. "Last I saw her she said she was going to go and get a snack and watch TV. I'm going to finish exercising - the brat is going to get pudgy if she pigs out like that and skips her practice!" Chuckling, Cilia finished up her stretching, and then picked up a light weight, letting her arm dangle to the side while she stood upright, exercising her side muscles - which was promptly interrupted by fingers skittering along the firm edge made by her stretch, and the weight thudded into the matted floor. "Okay, come on!" she squealed, swatting helplessly. "Don't tickle! Really! You're just as bad as she is..." The sheep picked up the weight, and held it with both hands behind her head this time. "Don't you even - no - no - nyahahahahahahaahHAHAAHAHAHAH ohhhhhh sthaaaahahahahahaaaa!!!!" Trying to resist this time, even with her body arched right into the fingertip that circled her navel, Cilia's body quivered for a while as she successfully resisted the ticklish sensation spiraling through her body. But then, the fingertip probed into her navel, and in a flash both weight and sheep were on the floor, one of them curled up in a tight ball.
Jaynin couldn't help but laugh. "Maybe if you didn't expose yourself like that - "
"New rule," Cilia said, levering herself upright. She took Jaynin by the shoulders, and he could feel her strength as she marched him back to a chair against the wall. "Watch like a good boy. No more bothering me while I exercise, and I'll let you give me a rubdown when I'm done. Okay?" Jaynin nodded his assent, but not before pulling her into his lap and tickling her exposed stomach for as long as he could before getting an elbow in the face. "Whoops! Are you okay? Serves you right though..." Grinning, the sheep wiggled her firm rear at him as Jaynin tended to his tender nose... and the girl promptly got back to work. It was rather enthralling to watch her go, and interesting in a way. She was quite skilled at it, showing a lot of practice and effort, building her core strength mainly and working on her flexibility to maintain a toned, firm shape rather than muscle mass like a male would have. Just enough to keep her strong and fit and probably to support those tits of hers, Jaynin judged. Syreth had a body structure which supported massive breasts, but Cilia probably had to work for it. Still, soon enough she was finished, a towel around her neck, and a grin on her face. She tossed a thumb in the direction of the changing room. "All right, I can see you're virtually straining at the leash. Let's get going."
Cilia went through the door first, and by the time Jaynin had caught up to her, she was laying facedown on a raised table that was there pretty much specifically for the purpose of getting post-exercise massages. Of course, she was naked... Jaynin retrieved the rubbing oil from where it was stashed nearby, rubbed some into his hands, and then started on the backs of her calves, working his way up to her thighs. Cilia giggled. "Ticklish behind your knees?" he asked, oily fingers rubbing against the skin there, and he was rewarded by a nod and increased giggling. The oil kept him from building too much friction, but just the touch was enough to make her giggle in some of the more sensitive spots, like her thighs or the backs of her knees, and her rear end... Plucking a feather from his folded wings, Jaynin coated it lightly with oil and started brushing it in the crack of her ass. Cilia went ballistic.
"HAHAA... ahahaha... oh god...hahahaha... you b-bashahhathahAHHAHAHahhheeheh bastard I knew you'd thahahaHAHAHEHEEH do something per-herhe-hahah-eheheh perverted there!" she squealed, while nonetheless making zero effort to move away or stop him, gripping the towel that she laid upon in both hands while the ticklish, oily feather painted in between her firm cheeks... and then the massaging continued, oil working its way up the small of her back, the sheep giggling again as his fingers teased the kidneys at the small of her back. "Hehehehe... d-damheheheehahaha damn fingers, wa-ahhaaheheheh -heheheheheeh watch where you're going whehaaaa with them..." she murmured, falling silent eventually as the massage became firmer as he rubbed the muscles of her upper back and shoulders. Taking one arm, he ran his thumbs firmly against the palm, then rubbed down her triceps and biceps as well, lifting the arm so he could get to the underside, then conspicuously stopping short of the underarm. "Nnnh... you're a bastard, you know that?" Cilia mumbled "Go ahead. Do it. Tickle me under the --"
"Let the record reflect that Cilia wished to be tickled," he said a moment later, running smooth fingers along the sensitive skin of the underarm, fighting the strong girl's reaction to cover her armpit, which lasted all of fifteen seconds while the gap gradually closed, his fingers tickling frantically at the soft hollow until her muscles flexing had squeezed his slippery fingers out, before moving to the next arm, repeating the procedure. "What was that?" he asked cheerfully, even though he was pretty certain it had been a muttered, giggly, insincere 'I hate you' mumbled into the pillow her head rested on. This time there was no teasing when he reached the underarm, which surprised the sheep girl, who had been tensing in anticipation. Finally, with both underarms done and the girl a giggly, squirming, oily mass that shined softly in the light, he massaged the tops of her shoulders and the back of her neck. "All done."
Promptly, Cilia flipped herself over, hands resting easily at her sides instead of covering herself. Her eyes were closed. When nothing happened for a moment, she opened one eye and asked, "Aren't you goihaha-hahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HHAHAAHAAH HHAHAHAHA!!!" Jaynin had chosen that moment to drill a fingertip into her navel, before laughing and reapplying more oil, starting from the ankles and working his way up again. "Mmm. Shame I can't get a foot massage," Cilia muttered as she calmed down from the tickling. "Jelex has told me they feel good..." The massaging fingers ran up past her calves, up to her thighs, only just barely skirting the sensitive nether regions between her legs - which meant, he spent plenty of time massaging pretty much everything in and around her inner thighs and hips, but avoided actually touching anything important. "Can I say again that you're a bastard?" Cilia asked with a long sigh, though her voice was soft and body slightly tensed. "I mean - GHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAAHAHAH HHEHEHEEHEEHEHEH all right all right you jerk hhaHHAAHAHAHAHEHEHEH I ta-haha-hehehe-take it backhhhahahaha... take it back. Jerk." Fingers being drilled into her navel and tickling her hips had the desired effect, although the firm ridge of the hipbone was less effected by the tickling due to the slickness all over her body. Cilia mostly went silent as the fingers quested up her ribcage, tickling each soft gap between the ribs, but saying nothing else, and then letting out a soft gasp of pleasure as the hands directly rubbed up onto her breasts instead of teasing...
"I guess your tits are the one part of you that isn't ticklish," Jaynin teased a minute later, after a silence punctuated only by soft, involuntary gasps and moans from the sheep. His voice teased into her ear, softly, as his hands finally lifted from the soft mounds, tickling fingers grazing her underarms one last time before they withdrew. Cilia's eyes opened and she smiled.
"I guess not," she agreed. "But aren't you forgetting to massage somewhere?"
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"So, what, did you fuck?" Jelex asked as Cilia came down the stairs, a wide smile on her face and a spring in her step as she tossed herself into a chair, wearing a t-shirt and shorts that were tight, unlike the loose-and-almost-falling-off shorts Jelex favored. The elf's socked feet were propped on a stool. Jelex looked her friend up and down; freshly showered, to be sure, but beyond that her skin was virtually glowing. A moment later, Jaynin came down the steps, walking at a considerably slower gait and seeming to ease himself down beside Jelex. The elf looked at him too and gave him a whack in the shoulder. "Stop lying. The 'poor little me' act is such a fake and you know it." Cracking her gum, Jelex stabbed the remote at the widescreen television across from the three and grinned. "I bet the limp would disappear if Brea showed up and sat on your lap."
"You take all the fun out of things," Jaynin complained, prodding the elf in the side and earning himself a squeal and a fumbled remote that dropped on the floor, the battery case popping off and one of the batteries coming loose. "Look what you did now," he said, prodding her repeatedly in the sides as she bent over to try and retrieve both the remote and the case, leaving her legs extended not because she did so intentionally but just because her flexibility was such that she didn't need to bother. Still, the added distraction of the tickling on her vulnerable sides made picking up the remote a minute-long endeavor that ended with her popping the battery back in and giving Jaynin a sarcastic look of long suffering. It didn't save her from the hand that clawed across her stomach, tickling harshly at her side, prompting her to toss the remote to Cilia and engage in a brief struggle which ended with her gripping both of his wrists firmly.
"Sheesh. See, Cilia, I don't need to go to the gym ever, not with him around." Jelex grinned widely at Jaynin. "Personal exercise machine. But just not when I'm watching TV - hey, get the remote back for me," she commanded, prodding Jaynin in the side and grinning as he jumped. "Cilia puts on stupid girly crap." She let his wrists go and returned to the TV, making a face as the channels flipped rapidly.
"Why did you give her the remote in the first place, then?" Jaynin asked, returning the prod and then turning to bring his other arm to bear, tickling Jelex's sides and grinning as she arched, squealing and flailing her arms. "You shouldn't have done that if you don't like what she puts on. Think before you act, Jelex," he admonished, while his tickling of her abdomen ramped up, fighting to pin her in a position where he could free up one hand, but Jelex was too quick and agile to let that happen. Eventually, once again, he ended up trying to wrestle her hands out of the way and they locked fingers, neutralizing one another. "Phew... damn, you're too strong for someone like me," he said, giving Jelex a pout. The elf stuck her tongue out at him and shook her head. "Not going to work, eh?" he asked, and she shook her head. "Damn. Hey, Cilia, give me a hand - "
"Don't you dare, or I swear I will - HYEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Jelex screamed, bursting into laughter as the sheep girl virtually dived for her ankles, locking them under one arm and peeling the socks off before running her short fingernails against the soles of Jelex's feet. "I SWEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAH SWEAR I IHAHAHEHEHEH I'll kill you I swehheahHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! D-DaahaHAHAAHAHAHAMMIT!!!" Jelex's typically loud laugh rang out in shrieks and squeals, unfettered by any kind of self-restraint as she howled and struggled in her attempt to get free, legs kicking and thrashing as she tried to break free of the hold. "NGHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHLET HAHEHEHEEH LET GO LEGGO HAHAAAAA!!!" The two of them, working together, were slowly fighting Jelex into position, forcing her into Jaynin's lap and bending her arms back to link them behind Jaynin's neck, where he held them in place, and then looping his legs over and around hers to pin them on the footrest. Jelex fought them both for five minutes straight, preventing them from getting anything more than incidental tickling in... but finally her struggles wore her out, and she panted. Cilia grinned.
"Perfect. Now, are you going to be a good little tease and let him pole you until you can't walk? Or do I have to tickle torture you?" This turned out to be a rhetorical question, mostly because Cilia's fingers attacked Jelex's sides when she tried to answer. Expelling her breath in a burst of laughter, Jelex tried in vain to plead with her friend as the teasing fingernails pulled her shirt up to her neck so that her breasts popped out, and then proceeded to tickle all along her ribs and just under the breasts. This was the kind of thing that drove Jelex nuts; most of her weak points were along the firm points of her body, being the hips, ribs, underarms and sides, as opposed to the softer areas of her breasts or stomach or thighs or feet. Cilia teased Jelex by bouncing her breasts from time to time, grinning as she tickled the upper ribs immediately thereafter. "There's a good tease. Show us those pretty tits you like to keep covered too much. I bet those shorts will just drop right off your ass if we keep at this, though? Won't it, tease?" Jaynin guessed that "tease" was Cilia's nickname for Jelex, given the way she repeated it and used it to punctuate her attacks upon Jelex's weak spots. The ribs were scratched red before Cilia moved on, worming her fingers into the underarms and rubbing with her middle and index fingers put together, alternating between a circular massage of the skin and a firmer wiggling of fingertips into the soft hollows.
Jelex's ballistic laughter rang out in discordant shrieks. Never one to be tickled for the melody of her laughter, Jelex was nonetheless a target of high priority if one wished to have acute, unrestrained responses to their teasing. Jelex never hesitated to let people know what was on her mind, and so when she was being tickled, she proclaimed it to everyone within earshot - which sometimes backfired, as it drew other sources of torment and worsened her predicament. Her tendency to curse at her ticklers, in that helpless cute way of hers, just lent them the idea to make her stop using dirty language by having her howl with laughter too much to speak. Jelex's endurance was particularly amazing in this regard; her chest pumped and heaved with laughter, resilient muscles allowing her to flex and wiggle long after the stamina of others would have disappeared, all the while bellowing with powerless laughter that was almost the same as when the tickling had just started. Gradually Jaynin was able to keep her under tighter control, but for a while he still had to be on guard for her powerful bouts of thrashing. He needn't have worried, however; whenever Jelex seemed as if she was fighting too hard to get free, Cilia's fingernails drove into her ribs, attacking and sapping her will to struggle, and once she had calmed down they returned to lighter teasing at the hips or sides.
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Syia could vaguely hear the jarring squeals that indicated a tortured Jelex was nearby, but as much as she wanted to go investigate, she kept her mind on her purpose and glanced around Felin's lab. Keeping focused was difficult, not only because of the laughter, but its mental equivalent washed over her as well, the distinctive alarm of a tickle victim struggling to get free. Though, there was an echo of that sensation, as if it were coming from somewhere else, but to a muted degree... then it faded, both Jelex's and the strange echo. Was she imagining things? Felin occasionally tried to build machines that would capitalize on her perception abilities, either by muddling them with confusing information, or by inducing certain reactions given her greater sensitivity to reception. This latter almost never worked; a machine couldn't duplicate the necessary waves well enough to overcome Syia's defenses, although a powerful opposing psychic could take advantage of things in that way, if he or she knew how.
Finding Felin in her lab if she was not at her desk could be a daunting task. But Syia knew the feline's mind well enough to take a stab at it. The only problem was, unlike Jelex's mind (which was just as noisy as the rest of her), Felin's quiet, contemplative pulse could be difficult to detect at any distance beyond more than twenty feet or so. She could only cast about and hope to find her... and so she set off, first to the experimental section, where Felin could experiment upon and scan the various beings she brought to her laboratory. While she did not find Felin here, she did find something else that was about as interesting...
Upon the padded table, unrestrained but with her eyes closed, was a tall, large-proportioned drow female. Syia, clad in her nurse's garb that clung tight to her body but gave her a professional, competent feel, reached a hand out clinically to rub against the soft skin of the stomach, earning a twitch of a response. Running that hand up to the ample breast just above it, she weighted the flesh in her hand, tweaking the nipple, and smiling to herself. Nice and big. Maybe DD, possibly E, difficult to tell without measurements because of her size. They would certainly be larger cups on the human frame, but because her overall proportions were just that much larger than normal, the actual size might not be such an eye-popping letter and number combination. Whatever the result, she was certainly a rare specimen. Just the kind Felin liked for her games... Syia's hand left the breast alone, noting with a small smile the reaction she'd gotten from her teases, and skirted it down the drow's flank, briefly teasing into the gap between her thighs. Acute response. She's quite sensitive. Very sensitive. I wonder if Felin has anything to do with that. The hand continued down, over the knee, noticing the nice, supple, soft dark gray skin. The hand wandered over the top of her foot and traced down onto the ball - and Syia pulled away as a sudden violent twitch made the figure tense up, facial expression scrunching up a bit, before she relaxed and returned to normal. Grinning, Syia's fingers hooked and began to come up and over...
"Don't wake her up just yet." The voice was mild, but no less commanding for that. Syia let her hands drop to her sides, observing Felin sitting not too far away at a terminal, looking over her shoulder. The lithe feline was far too quiet for her own good. "The last growth cycle is just about finished. You'll interfere with it and I'll have to re-run the last cycle if you put your hands in the field too much." There was a slight quirk to her eyebrow. Did Felin want her to do that? She couldn't tell, and the neko-jin did not elaborate, so Syia kept her hands at her sides and came around the table to the far side, peering at the terminal. Without prompting, Felin explained: "I'm testing a limited growth technique on her. It's safer, I calculate, to do the whole body first and make sure that is successful before I work on limited areas. That's why, you may have noticed, that while she is quite tall and perhaps a trifle broad, her proportions are more or less in line, hence why her breasts and feet have grown along with her legs and torso. I wanted to make sure the technique preserved such distinctions." The drow's height, as recorded on the display, seemed to be topping out at seven feet exactly. It was like Felin to be so precise.
"So, does this technique also grow her sensitivity?" While not grammatically nor technically correct, the meaning of the joke was fairly plain. Felin nodded in response to the question.
"Of course." And then the feline grinned that wicked grin which Syia loved so much. Felin went from business to pleasure at the drop of a hat, but while in either mode, refused to be dislodged from it until she was ready. "Testing of the nerve receptors was the first item in my list. All major nerve centers function properly, and important nerve bundles show a 44% increase in sensitivity, including her tits and her slit." By which Syia could surmise that she had probably employed what Syia called the milkers - hemispherical attachments which suckled and massaged and vibrated breasts, especially large ones - and vibrators of God only knew what kind. Felin often jokingly promised to develop a way to make Syia produce milk like the cow she was, so that she could be milked properly. Syia only retorted that Felin should not be selfish and keep it all for herself. "Here, take a look. This was the most sensitive place prior to the operation," Felin said, punching in a command to isolate and zoom in upon the feet, virtually all of which glowed at the very least deep orange, which was "moderate to severe" on Felin's color code. The vast majority was bright red, "severe", while there were some places...
"What color is that?" Syia asked, pointing to a few places in which the red was a dark maroon. There was no corresponding color code on the tiny legend for that, and Felin just raised her eyebrows.
"Help me set up," she said instead, keying off the display, which indicated that the machine was done its cycle and would begin wake-up rhythms in one minute, and Syia followed, shackling the feet in place before the table's end split and raised up her feet, almost like a gynecological chair, and shackled her wrists in place by the side of her body. As soon as they had finished, she woke up, and Felin addressed her with a smile. "How do you feel, Naisha?"
"Tingly," was the drow's response. "And I can't move. But I feel pretty good."
"Oh, being unable to move is just a side-effect of the process. It'll wear off in a few minutes as your body adjusts to the new positions of your muscles." One of the benefits Felin had to her ability to switch modes at the drop of a hat was that she could lie like a champion, spewing what was so totally a bunch of crap with a straight face and authoritative tone. Syia could see that the table had further restrained Naisha's feet by the use of tiny rings around each toe, and despite herself she had started to tremble a little with excitement. "Now we're going to test things out... bear with us." Syia smiled at the girl and caught her eye, but said nothing, figuring it best to let Felin do the lying.
From the start it was clear that the girl was hopelessly ticklish on her feet, which were fairly broad but very soft, and at this point almost totally immobile. Syia started with her fingers, going from the center of the arch - which had been listed as the least sensitive spot - and then spidering her fingers down to the heel, running a fingertip around the circumference of the heel, following the crease all the way around to the tune of Naisha's squealed, surprised laughter. Syia let her fingers dance idly on the heel, causing guffaws and giggles, and observed what Felin was doing beside her. Precise as ever, the feline's clawtips were following each small fold in the center of her foot, horizontally running against the sole before skipping up to the next one. She had started from the heel and was working up, using her left hand to trace a continuous circle on the arch while tracing the lines with her right hand. Her pressure was never very firm, but just enough to elicit a response from the nerves just below the skin...
Poor Naisha was giggling herself silly, those nicely enhanced breasts jiggling to and fro while her torso heaved for air. But she didn't seem to be pressed too hard; then again, Syia doubted a flush would show very clearly on the drow's dark skin. So, Syia decided to be bold; walking her fingers in literal steps, pantomiming legs, she proceeded up the side of Naisha's foot and then slipped her fingers to the side, finding the area just at the top of her sole, right where it met the ball of her foot, and placed her two fingers together, lightly tapping that spot... Naisha burst into giggles, squealing, "No, nohohohohooooo!!! Hahahahahahaha... HAHAHAHA... HAHAHAHAH...!!!" Starting slowly, when Syia applied a slight wiggling pressure to the weak point, and gradually escalating, Naisha's attempts to break free grew more and more frantic until she was heaving at the bonds and nearly screaming with laughter, as Syia brought her nails to bear and then tickled the spot insistently, a wicked grin on her face as her other hand circled the circumference of the heel, tickling Naisha into a whirlwind of screaming hysteria... the drow probably never noticed that Felin had stopped entirely, letting Syia work her expertise upon the helpless foot, and Syia kept up the pressure, getting more and more insistent over the course of a minute...
Abruptly, she stopped, and let the winded girl regain her breath. "Ohhh gods... ohhh gods... don't tickle my feet, please, I'm so ticklish," she begged. It was precisely the wrong thing to say; said in a breathy tone of voice while panting and still giggly, it virtually pleaded with her ticklers to continue. But Syia's fingers remained motionless, and Felin took up the tickling. Her fingers started to stroke from top to bottom, a sort of general tickling motion to prime her target until she was good and giggly before beginning more precise maneuvers against the weak spots in Naisha's feet. Felin attacked the next one in line; tickling along the firm side of Naisha's foot, earning herself moderate giggles, Felin suddenly shifted her fingers to a point on the ball of Naisha's foot, just below the big toe, and from the start she tickled mercilessly. Naisha exploded into giggles, then hysterical laughter, in less than five seconds. Felin obviously intended there to be no mercy, the torturous claws tickling that precise spot at the same time they raked up and down the soft sole, adding to the ticklish sensation, all of it spiking up just one leg... the alternating tickling was bad enough in its own right; the drow was gasping with laughter, shaking her head wildly after her unsuccessful attempts to break out of the strong shackles. But there was a more insidious question that floated in the air, unasked, but understood by all three: What happens when BOTH feet are tickled, Naisha?
Presently Felin stopped, and she looked at Syia, nodding and grinning. Syia waited by the table, but didn't tickle Naisha, letting the panting girl regain her breath and a semblance of her strength while Felin pulled out a thin drawer from the foot of the table, which contained tiny, precise tools. Handing one to Syia, she took the other for herself and tapped a few buttons on the console built into the side of the table. The display winked to life again, showing the picture of Naisha's feet. There was a repeater display above the table, for Naisha to see, and one at the rear of the table, for Syia and Felin. Felin asked, in a tone of idle curiosity, "Do you see this spot, Naisha?" She tapped the display at their end, which caused a blinking yellow 'ping' to show up on the display. Naisha quailed. "It says here that this spot is very, very sensitive." She tapped the spot again, and the drow let off a little whimper; Felin was tapping the middle toe of her right foot, specifically the first joint between the base of the foot and the pad. "Very sensitive indeed. But also very small." She tapped it again. "But what's even more interesting than that..." The tool moved across the screen, making a small streak of yellow light follow it. "Is that the very same spot exists, right here." Naisha's face went pale. The same spot on the middle toe of her left foot was colored in the same very dark red.
"N-no..." she whispered softly.
"I wonder what happens if both are tickled at once," she said aloud, as if ignoring her. "Syia, aren't you curious? I am. Why don't we see what happens? In the name of science." Felin's grin stretched from one cat ear to another. Syia mouthed a silent thanks and turned, the small hooked end of her tool looking like it had the tines of a tiny backscratcher. Perfect for getting at a small place. "Ready? One, two..." Naisha's sudden shriek and pleading interrupted the countdown, neither Felin nor Syia saying anything until the girl's objections had wound down, leaving only the look of consternation on her face. Felin was silent a moment as they listened to her breathing... "Three."
Naisha's world was obliterated. Ticklish sensations, more than she could imagine, more than she could handle, spiked wildly up her legs at the speed of light, urgently impressing upon her mind the importance of getting her sensitive toes away from those teasing objects with all due haste. But Naisha could not escape it; her futile struggles' energy was converted into laughter, laughter which seemed to come from deep within her core and travel up her chest, gathering steam as it went like the burst of a geyser gaining momentum under the ground before exploding from her mouth with such force as to almost arch her body upwards. On and on it came, great rolling gales of hysterical screeching that seemed wholly out of proportion to the measured, slow scratching that went back and forth across the joints of her two middle toes, tormented soles and heels being given a rest, but at a price too great to imagine. Ticklishness took on a new meaning for the drow; her feet rattled frantically in the tight bonds that held them where they could not move even a whit, powerless to stop the teasing torment caused by the rubbing of those slightly roughened rods against her ticklish skin.
Hardly had one laugh begun before another pushed it aside, so rather than a rise and fall of waves of laughter, Naisha seemed to jerk with constant hiccups of laughter, each sound seeming staccato and cut off because she was trying to cram too many laughs into too small a space. Her mind seemed to blank, trying to detach itself from the body that was being tickled so severely; idly she wondered if the feline genius could ever create a device which would generate power from the sound of laughter. If so, Naisha would probably power a small city by herself right now. Ticklish sensation spurted up from her feet, racing up her legs and giving her core a slight tease before racing up to her chest, signaling her overworked lungs to generate more and more laughter, until even her dark gray face could be seen to have a red tinge that came from too much giggling, smudges of tears in the corners of her eyes that she was helpless to blot out. Her tongue seemed to dry out from the force of so many laughs passing over it, feeling the shortness of breath make her slightly dizzy, and yet still the tickling continued, the merciless women at her feet exploiting her weakness like never before...
Time seemed to slow and stretch, the constant yellow pinging on the display over her two middle toes teasing her, marking her heartbeat as the slow sweep of the second hand counted the time until eternity...and with a scream of laughter that seemed to shatter the world, time collapsed back in on itself and began to move again, and the two were standing beside her, gently stroking her face and her hair, mopping up sweat and tears, guiding a straw into her mouth and squirting water in until she gripped it with her lips and sucked greedily. She couldn't believe that sensation; it had been indescribable, Her limbs were freed; they seemed limp and numb, yet at the same time light enough to fly with. At length Naisha sat up, shaking her head and stretching.
"You've got a wonderful body, babe," Syia said with a wink, giving her a pat on the back.
"How was it?" Felin asked, more clinically. "Did the enhanced lung capacity help you out?"
Naisha nodded. "I was laughing really hard," she said weakly, still regaining her strength, "but I'm pretty sure I didn't pass out, and you two were working over my weak spot pretty bad. I think that makes it pretty certain that it did work. You're a genius, Felin." The lithe feline grinned and waved the compliment off, but Syia found the conversation rather odd. The drow was not gasping at Felin and thinking "Monster!" or grasping herself in disbelief over what had just happened. Swinging her legs over the side of the table, she accepted the dark purple robe trimmed in gold that Felin offered her, pulling it on so that it belted tight around her waist and was pretty firm around her upper body, though lacking sleeves, but the skirt section on the bottom was divided into three large flaps, one that fell straight down from the front, covering between the legs, and two more down the back of either leg. Then she ran her shoulders, arms, and hands in circles, doing a slight stretch with her legs before winking and blowing a kiss towards Felin, a kiss which oddly produced a little smoke heart which drifted over before fading out.
When the drow had walked off, Syia said, "I thought -"
"You thought I was torturing some helpless prisoner that I had snatched out of the forest and had experimented on to my own wicked ends?" Felin cut in. "Well, you thought wrong. I just let you believe what you wanted to believe, and you went along perfectly." The feline smirk was almost too much to bear. "I saw how excited you got, Syia. Don't try and hide it from me." She pressed up against Syia's front and grinned.
Syia sighed. "All right, so you got me. What do you want, a medal?" Felin only shook her head, planting a soft kiss on the nurse's lips.
"No, just to thank you for playing along."
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Jaynin had control of the remote now, while the disparate tangle of limbs and flesh that was Cilia and Jelex occupied the spots beside him. Too tired to keep arguing now, they let clothing that had been lost and tangled in disarray remain as it was, while Jaynin idly ran his hand over a side or a rear end or a breast that happened to be within convenient reach. From the steps leading down to the basement where Felin's lab was, a figure appeared, and at first Jaynin thought to greet Felin, but the approaching woman was too tall to be her... fascinated, Jaynin watched as she skirted around the rear of the couch, adding a quick tickle to an exposed hip that Jaynin couldn't reach. This resulted in an additional squeal and more wriggling between the two of them while Naisha sat down on the arm of the couch beside Jaynin and gave him a grin, long silver hair tossed over her shoulder, a strand of it twirled idly around one finger.
"So, I heard that you were pretty handy with magic... think you can teach me?" Looking at the beautiful figure which had unexpectedly appeared next to him, Jaynin hardly needed to consider his response:
"Of course. When do you want to start?"
