Lake Superior
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- Jan 3, 2019
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It was cold, much too cold, FAR too cold. Felix despised freezing weather, which might surprise you if you knew that he came from the frigid lands that House Fraldarius called home. Once you understood Felix's personality, you wouldn't be surprised though. The only things Felix hated more than the cold were the heat, the sun, the moon, and the roof of whatever building he was in, whether it was in Fodlan or Askr. In this moment however, what he loathed above all else was whoever had taken it upon themselves to pour water all over his bed! He'd been glaring at his soaked sheets with a disgusted sneer on his face for a solid half-hour as if that could get it to dry faster. Ashe had already apologized himself hoarse for spilling the water and been ushered away by other Heroes who'd grown tired of watching Felix ignore him. It wasn't until a redheaded friend of his (who he also hated!) took him by the shoulders and led him to a room with a warm and dry bed that Felix finally let his frown slip. It popped right back onto the brunette’s face though when he came from the washroom and saw that Sylvain was already in the bed. His cheeks were red as he barked at the idiot to go sleep on the couch.
"Umm excuse me, cute as you are Felix, this is MY room. Why would I sleep on the couch? You're the guest, Felix, you shouldn't be giving orders."
"So you invited me to stay the night but expect me to sleep on the couch?! That's beyond rude, even for an empty-headed flirt like you."
"I'm rude AND empty-headed over a slight that you've made up completely and are now yelling at me over? How you are popular with women is beyond me."
"I've no idea why anyone ever bothers me, YOU INCLUDED!!"
"I had no intention of anyone spending the night on the couch, you cute dummy. I see you shivering, come and get under the covers already."
Felix's cheeks immediately heated up – a stark contrast to the rest of him – at the invitation. He hadn't wanted to follow the instructions, but the stone floor was just so chilly on his feet. He nervously covered one size 6 with the other before relenting and stepping over to sit down on the bed. He slapped away Sylvain's attempt to put an arm around his shoulder before quickly tossing up the covers and hiding beneath them. The tsundere swordsman looked over at his friend, still laying atop the sheets with a book and casually thumbing through it.
"Are you not going to sleep?!"
"I was reading, Felix. It's still my room and I'm not going to turn in early because you're in a mood."
Felix clucked his tongue and looked away from Sylvain and his odd book. He'd taken it from Erk's room after the mage had disappeared and seemed quite taken with whatever story it told. Felix thought both it and its current reader were gross, and let his eyes wander to the foot of the bed. They stayed there as Sylvain's slippered tootsies crossed and quivered as he started to get excited by whatever he was reading. Felix wasn't paying much attention to the pen that Sylvain was using to add to the book, or how the name on the cover had changed from Erk to Saias. His eyes were glued to the way that one of Sylvain's slippers was now hanging off his foot.
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It started to dangle off the size 13 foot and expose more and more of Sylvain's rosy sole. Felix's mouth was dry at the sight and his head foggy, so much so that he didn't notice that Sylvain had caught him leering. Amused, he kicked one off his foot and then used the now-bared toes as a footrest for his other ankle, slowly creeping up behind Felix while doing so. It made for a sweet reward when he caught the swordsman completely off guard and was able to place a wet kiss right on his forehead. He grinned at how cute Felix looked when he was mad, even as he recoiled back after Felix punched him square in the jaw. He dove under the covers before Felix could follow up with another punch but kept on giggling the whole way. Felix joined him in his mirth when the Gautier heir buried his cold fingers in the warmth of Feli's hairy pits. The swordsman started kicking his legs beneath the sheets but while he definitely had the speed advantage over Sylvain, the cavalier had the strength to not just keep Felix there but reel him in as well.
Felix could only giggle out futile vows to decapitate and desecrate Sylvain for this, even as he soon found himself playing little spoon in the bed for the redhead who held him close. Sylvain made to keep his head back because he knew his bristly bedmate was not above biting him to try and get out of this. The brunette still couldn’t free his face from the smile it was currently trapped in though, given how fast Sylvain's fingers were dancing up and down his sides and pits. Felix was kicking his legs so frantically that the sheets were rapidly coming off the bed, and while Sylvain was having a good time listening to the threats, it was getting colder in there due to the draft.
"It's gonna get a lot colder in here if you kick the sheets off, Fraldarius. You'd better just accept—whhhmmpph!"
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An elbow into his ribs cut Sylvain's teasing short and let Felix finally wriggle free. With the redhead's hand going to cradle the bruised area, that left him wide open for Felix to whip around and dig his hands into the juicy pecs that were barely covered by the young man's nightshirt. Sylvain quickly broke down into giggles himself and tried to weakly slap away Felix's hands but didn't have much luck. It wasn't until he put a big foot right into Felix's stomach that he got a bit of room. Sylvain sighed at the welcome break before he suddenly felt quick fingers dancing on the pads of his toes. Feli had taken that foot and wasn't letting go of it. He quickly put it in a headlock and turned away from Syl to focus on absolutely wrecking it. He pinched each toe, dug into the arch, and ran his knuckles along the plump heel. He could hear Sylvain laughing that deliciously deep laugh of his behind him, but he resisted the urge to turn around and look at the results of his handiwork.
The sight of Sylvain all red and giggly would only distract him, and so instead he busied himself with using his index to slip about on the ball of Sylvain's foot. Unfortunately for Feli that meant that Sylvain was unsupervised. Despite having his foot currently being titillated he still knew what he liked; and that meant pinning Felix's upturned sole to the bed, lowering his face, and making his move. The squealing sound Felix made must’ve woken up all the Heroes in the neighboring rooms, and when his friend’s wet tongue started to move up from the heel to the rest of his foot, the spastic Felix curled up into a ball like he was under attack. He held Sylvain's size 13 close as he spasmed and giggled through gritted teeth, raking his nails along it more unintentionally than anything. Sylvain didn't let up though, and now the hot breath from his chuckles joined his warm tongue in teasing Felix's captive sole as the two were locked in mutually assured, ticklish destruction.
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They stayed there laughing together for a solid twenty minutes before one of them cracked. Unlike Felix, Sylvain wasn't about to deny himself the sight of his ticklish victim. That was his undoing, as looking back and seeing Felix all curled up, red-faced, and struggling was too cute to look away from. This let Felix focus and pluck at Sylvain's trapped sole with ruthless precision, and soon he was able to pull his foot to safety away from the mouth of the saucy ginger who ended up pounding his fists on the mattress in futility until Felix gave him a break. His attempt to thank him for the mercy earned him, in order:
A barefoot kick right to his face (Not unwelcome, Felix's feet were adorable.)
A stinging slap to the cheek to turn him around (Less welcome, but they'd moved beyond punching at least.)
And finally, another kick; but this time to the seat of his pants to propel him right out of his own bed.
Before Sylvain could rise, Felix was on his feet (one still soggy with Sylvain's drool) and picking Sylvain up by his night clothes to head for the door. Still giggling, Sylvain found himself in the hallway with the door to his room slammed behind him. It opened a crack just to toss him some randomly grabbed clothes before closing and unmistakably locking shut for the night. Sylvain supposed that was fair, and luckily there were some trunks in that pile so maybe he'd hit the beach as the sun was coming up. He changed into the black-and-green shorts before grabbing a towel and doing just that.
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"Ahh but you see Sylvain, the swimsuit covers less because of how proud I am of my body. A noble has no reason to be ashamed, and it could even be said he has a duty to please the common man no matter how…"
Lorenz brushed a hand down his chest to draw attention to the pair of extremely immodest trunks he wore. Sylvain didn't want to look at the very obvious bulge in them, but it was hard not to. He would spend many nights in the future thinking about that and the baffling size of it.
"Yes but...are you sure that anybody wants to see that much of you Lorenz?"
"Every step I've taken on this beach has been accompanied by a stare Sylvain. I'm quite certain that several people are enjoying the show!"
Sylvain wanted to argue that point but had to turn away when Lorenz turned to look at him. He'd been free to gawk unnoticed at that python the Golden Deer was smuggling while Lorenz continued to blather, though only due to how the noble exhibitionist had been furtively getting glimpses of Catherine sunbathing further up the beach. Sylvain couldn't fault him on that as he'd been doing the same, especially after the knight had unhooked her top and was currently working on bronzing her muscular shoulders. His ogling had only been interrupted when Lorenz had wandered up and filled his head with prayers for the poor serpent he'd stuffed into that swimsuit. Sylvain glanced down to disguise his gaze, only to find his gaze fixed on something new. Lorenz's feet were clad in strappy sandals not unlike his own, besides the garish gemstones inlaid upon the leather.
Sylvain had not expected what the feet inside them looked like, though Lorenz was rather tall after all so he supposed size 12's weren't strange. They were still odd to look at for some reason that he couldn't quite place. His stare hardened, paying no mind to how Lorenz had caught him eyeballing and was looking at him in abject confusion now. Sylvain ignored him completely, putting a thumb to his chin as he thought when it suddenly dawned on him. Length! Lorenz's feet seemed abnormally long for their size! Considering the size that was, it made them quite the sight. It almost seemed as if the Gloucester heir had worn flippers to the beach!
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Sylvain ignored Lorenz's questioning and protests as he shoved the speedo-clad bore over onto his backside, all before taking him by the ankle. Lorenz was saying all kinds of things that Sylvain wasn't interested in as he pressed the leather soles of both their sandals together and admired how 'Renz's tootsies were compared to his. His own feet were bigger at a handsome size 13, yet Lorenz's shoe continued past his own toes. He could actually see the tips of the ten little Gloucester piggies poking out over the lip of the sandals as well, which confused him greatly. He took Lorenz by the big toe and pried his sweaty, sandy sole up just enough, ignoring the purple prig's giggles observed the number inside the footwear that confirmed “Size 12”.
"S-Sylvain?! St-stop that at once! Ohohoho it ti-tihickles!"
"How do you even walk around on these? You must be tripping over them constantly!"
Lorenz covered his mouth and waved his hand as Sylvain stuck his fingers down in between the sensitive sole and the warm leather. He traced the musculature of the sole as if he was studying an animal and not a giggling former classmate. He wrapped an arm around Lorenz's struggling leg and unbuckled his sandal. The feeling of Lorenz's wrinkly sole sandwiching his finger to the musty leather was amazing and he wanted to get more of his digits in there. He had all four in soon and was working on getting the thumb in as well when the Gloucester boy started beating on his back in frustration.
It didn't bother him, so he ignored it and continued with getting his fingers deeper into the sandal. It wasn't until he felt long fingers dancing on his sides that he paid any attention to Lorenz. He bit his lip to try and block out the feeling but Lorenz's fingers were just like his soles, long and seemingly designed for tickling. Sylvain shook his head and persisted, but Lorenz picking at the underside of his pec broke him in seconds. He let Lorenz's foot slip away and instantly regretted it.
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The heir to Gloucester's long legs wrapped around him and Sylvain found himself pulled back at an angle. Lorenz pinned one of Syl's hands to the towel with his knee and grabbed the other by the wrist, he pulled it straight up and stretched Sylvain out helplessly in his grasp.
"Hmmph! Do you think you're the first to try and take liberties with me? Back at the academy, Claude would try and play with my feet daily, citing how they were curiosities to be studied! That was until one summer when I took a deep dive into Gloucester-style grappling. Then I made him my squeaky toy, much like you’re soon to be, Gautier."
Lorenz poked one finger out and drove it in between two of Sylvain's ribs. He held the struggling cavalier tight and spun the finger in the warm crevice to make Sylvain go wild. The ginger wheeled his legs wildly in the sand kicking up a cloud as Lorenz set to work. His fingers pinched Sylvain's nipple just hard enough to make him gasp and then started scratching at the muscle surrounding it as well, following the defined pectoral as it jiggled. Sylvain was pulling against Lorenz, but apparently there was much more muscle in that wiry frame than he had anticipated. He tried to get his hand up to tickle at Lorenz's knee, but the villain invaded his armpit next and had him howling.
"Consider this a lesson, Sylvain. Do you think I didn't see you sneaking glances at Lady Catherine and myself as well? I had come over here to defend her honor, but now I find myself fighting for my own as well!"
Lorenz scooped his fingers to the deepest point of Sylvain's hollow and scribbled them around in there. The ginger wheeled his legs even more wildly in the sand and laughed loud enough to wake the dead. Lorenz was using one finger to almost pet each and every hair in Silly-vain's hollow, right up until a tanned arm was wrapped around his neck to drag him off.
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Syl lay there on the towel for a moment, getting his breath back until he heard a haughty voice cracking and begging behind him. Much like Gautier himself earlier, Lorenz could now only kick his legs in futility as his arms had been wrenched behind him by the sunbather whose very "honor" he'd been claiming to protect, but whose ire he'd earned instead. Catherine had both of Lorenz's arms pulled behind his back and kept there with how she'd wrapped her arm around his forearms. His hands pointed out behind him helplessly and his back was kept straight by the way that her knee was planted in it between his shoulder blades. It kept Renz from being able to do anything as she ran a single finger all along all that skin on his chest that he'd been so proud to show off with that skimpy speedo.
"To think that the young man who I used to know would be out here playing beach bully! This is the kind of thing that makes people hate the nobility, Gloucester!"
"Nohoohoho! Cahahatherine you don't understahahahnd! Ahahahaha he stahahrted it-AHAHAHA! DAHAHAMN YOU SYLVAHAHAIN!"
Lorenz's gaudy sandals were tossed off into the hot sands, which let Sylvain's fingers could finally have free rein along his goofy duck feet. As much fun as he was having plucking these long toes while Catherine held Lorenz, he couldn’t help wishing for a bit of alone time. He bit his lip at the sight of those long toes going wild as he squeezed and pinched the balls of the feet they were attached to. He thanked Seiros that he'd worn a swimsuit with more room in it than Lorenz's. The Gloucester heir's crotch looked like something was moving beneath the wet speedo. Syl didn't know it, but that was in no small part due to the chunky, brown big toe stroking along the other side of the swim gear. The advantage Catherine had as a big-footed lassie was that her stompers were so long that she could hold Lorenz still with the knee between his shoulder blades and wiggle her toes along that wet speedo clad rear-end of his.
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The sounds of Lorenz's panicked laughter forced Sylvain to excuse himself eventually. He had been greatly enjoying picking each and every grain of sand off those ridiculous feet that the idiot had just been begging to be tickled on, but Gloucester’s dumb almost quack of a laugh had Sylvain unable to contain himself. He ducked behind one of the beach bungalows and slipped a hand down his trunks. He gripped his little friend down there and rubbed a finger along with the head, it was a little bit rough from where it had been stroking on the fabric. Just touching there had him biting his lip and whining under his breath. He ran his hand down the length for a minute and shuddered as he felt a few drops prick up at the head of his cock.
It was a bit sad in his opinion, to waste such a great feeling on his hand as he kneeled here in the sand. He couldn't stand having this ache anymore, but he had to admit that he did wish he had a better target for it. Maybe it was this realm's effect on him and his mind, but his tastes had changed quite a bit; especially since his run-in with the forces of Múspell. The others may not recall it due to the dragon's magicks but Sylvain remembered that hot water, sweltering climate, and the steaming body of the dragon himself. He'd love nothing more than to have that dragon’s ashen stompers right here before him to help relieve this longing. Or really any kind of fee—
"Ahh! Sylvain! Good to see you! Have you by any chance seen Caspar? I keep telling him we need to stick together here out in undefended territory but he's so very willful."
An orange-headed fop, who Sylvain wasn't a particular fan of, peered around the corner and just about caught Sylvain with both hands on himself.
"Unhhh w-who?"
"Sylvain my friend, are you well? I am Ferdinand von Aegir! We've met before many times. You seem flushed and red! Perhaps you should step out of the sun for a while? Come, I'll look for Caspar later, a noble cannot ignore an ally who's sufferin-WHA?!"
Sylvain didn't even let him finish his sentence, knocking Ferdinand to the ground after getting just one look at him. The noblest of nobles had apparently taken Lorenz at his word about the swimsuit most befitting a noble and wore the same, similarly skimpy attire. Unlike Lorenz, a bit of decency had shown through as a t-shirt also adorned him, albeit totally soaked and unable to hide a thing.
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This meant that Sylvain had just gotten quite the eyeful of Ferdie, and in his current horny state that was simply too much. It was made even worse by the sight of Ferdinand's handsome size 11's in the sand with absolutely nothing to protect them. He tackled Ferdinand down and flipped him onto his stomach, not hearing a word of the man's protest. The Black Eagle tried to push him off but found that Sylvain was possessed by a lust that had made him immovable, and that lust was directed right at the pair of tasties he'd pulled into his lap as he knelt on Ferd's calf to pin his legs. He crossed the ginger’s ankles and laid his cock between the lightly colored soles before letting out a sigh of contentment at the warmth that permeated them and now his manhood.
He looked down at the sight and loved it, the way his pink cock with its dusting of red fluff looked atop Ferdinand's soles as they wrinkled up from the noble’s fearful struggling. There was a fleck of drool in the corner of Sylvain's mouth as he danced his fingers over them. He traced each wrinkle that formed from the scrunching while not so subtly stroking himself at the same time. His fingers would occasionally travel up to have quick dalliances with Ferdie's toes, tapping their pads and forcing their way in between them to rotate as the heir of Aegir snorted and beat his fists in the sand.
He tried to push Sylvain off him but the sensations jumping up his legs as his feet were played with left him weak as a kitten. All he could do was gasp and whine as Sylvain took his pampered soles and pushed them to rub the balls of his feet against the red and weeping head of his cock, the pre-cum slicked them up nicely and made them easier for the skin to slide on. Ferdinand was reduced to hiding his face in his hands as Sylvain went ballistic on his ticklish tootsies. He hoped to Seiros that somebody would happen upon them and save him, but also secretly hoped that nobody would see him like this. Little did Ferd know that somebody was watching. That somebody, who was quite jealous at witnessing whom he considered as his property being toyed with like this, was seething into his orb of dark magics.
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Sylvain's back arced when he heard Ferdi let out the cutest goddamn giggle, and it was stuck in his head as he thrust harder. He didn't think there was a thing he could do to make anything make a cuter sound than that, unless he slathered Felix with cream and—
Sylvain shuddered and his eyes rolled back into his head as it happened. Ferdinand felt it from the warm and sticky goodness that suddenly shot between his crinkled toes. Despite all his resisting, he found it to be a quite nice feeling and sagged right along with Sylvain. The tall and clammy mage watching through his orb, however, did not like it one bit and he was quite the vengeful type. His fingers glowed with the spells he chanted and sent out to get a bit of payback.
One second Sylvain was breathing hard and basking in the Post-Nut clarity, idly telling himself how somebody would be along any minute to investigate all that noise he'd just made. The next second, he was surrounded by tendrils of cold darkness that made him shiver even in the sun. The shades cut off his escape and pulled him right off Ferdinand and face-first into the sand. Before Ferdinand could even get himself up out the sand, they'd set to work and swirled around Sylvain. His hands were forced together and roughly pulled behind his back, his ankles clapped together and forced out from under him, and the smell of leather filled his nostrils before something sticky was put on his cheeks to force it over his nose and mouth. His vision went dark shortly after he realized he couldn't move an inch. When Itsuki had first shown Hubert the strange invention of his world called duct tape, the mage had been utterly fascinated. It was like a length of rope that had its own distinct sound of announcement but could be concealed in a pocket.
The tall mage's love affair with the invention had left an impression on Ferdinand and indeed the entire Order. Ferd hadn’t known the extent to which it had been taken to when Alfonse had forbade Hubert from touching the tape. Had he seen the "Mistletoes" that Hubert had hung over the door to Lady Edelgard's room then he'd have maybe understood. It had taken a cadre of Heroes to help get Dimitri, Claude, and Yuri down from where they hung over the doorway and cut them free of the shiny cocoons they'd been entombed in (not unlike Sylvain's situation right now). Gentler heroes had been needed to take care of the pieces of tape slapped over the House Leader's mouths and peel them away to finally take off the shoes of each other that had been forced over their mouths (…just like Sylvain right now!) Admittedly, the part where they'd had to be led off to Askr's hot springs and given aid in washing the lipstick marks off their soles was different than Sylvain's situation at the moment, though it was still worth mentioning.
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Ferdinand recognized the shiny cocoon that now had Sylvain instantly and smiled at his "friend's" help. Sylvain let out a mournful "Mmmph!" at the indignity of it. He now lay on his back with his waist-to-ankles cocooned in the shiny tape that left his 13's with their soles facing a miffed Ferdinand. His arms were similarly done but an extra loop of tape kept them behind his back and secured to his waist. The tape continued up the arms and around his shoulders and neck but no lower. This meant that Sylvi's bare chest was on display as a full course for Ferdi and there was nothing he could do about it. Even Sylvain's signature puppy dog eyes trick wouldn't work, due to the slides that had previously adorned his feet. Hubert had duct-taped Sylvain's sandals right to his face, which left his bare soles free for Ferdinand's fingers to come in for a landing.
To Ferdi, it was like a gift-wrapped present had been dropped right in front of him courtesy of Mr. Vestra. Sylvain couldn't see Ferdinand, but he sure could feel the fingers on his big feet as they slid around in the sloped arches. Every sputter and snort from Sylvain filled his head with more of the leathery smell of his sandals and the rose scent of the oils he used on his own soles. Ferdinand began plucking at Sylvain's toes and a wave of the aroma went up the heir's nose and filled his mind. Ferdinand was lecturing Sylvain about keeping his hands to himself or something, but Silly-vain wasn't listening. In his head, the crimson-headed himbo was stuck in the middle of a rose bush with the summer sun beating down on him, his head poking out of a flower and his feet out of two more on either side. His face was warped in a silly smile as a bunch of prissy, annoying bees crawled around on his big, ticklish soles, blathering on and teasing their fuzzy rears atop his defenseless toes.
Ferdinand stood up from his feet and Sylvain wanted to scream. The paladin had some witty turn of phrase about how messing with a noble was to end in "de-feet" or some such triteness, but Sylvain just wanted to beg him to shut up and go back to teasing his needy feet. Ferdinand stood over Sylvain and used his bare toe to start tracing the trapped noble's abs, all while continuing to go on about how the writhing Gautier probably liked this. He had no idea how right he was, and when Catherine turned the corner and found them like that she had no way to know that all the "Mmmphhr's" out of the tied Sylvain were actually pleas for Ferdinand to go faster.
If Catherine had been able to understand how much Sylvain was enjoying thism things might have gone differently. She might have been a bit gentler in pulling Ferdinand off Sylvain and tossing him aside. After she'd cut him free from the tape, Sylvain considered explaining it all to her. However, the way she'd pinned Ferdinand beneath her was just too enticing. She had used her knees to pin Ferd's waist into the sand and just one hand to keep his arms above his head. This meant that she was free to pluck along his chest, which was mostly visible thanks to his still wet t-shirt that now sported a layer of sand. Sylvain decided against admitting to being the one at fault. Instead, he reclined back in the sand and enjoyed the sun, all while pressing his feet into Ferdinand's and rubbing his toes against them.
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Eventually, Catherine had dragged Ferd off to something she called “beach jail” and Sylvain had been forced to find enjoyment elsewhere. He'd wandered down the beach for a bit in a haze of boredom after all that stimulation. While he did find it funny that Catherine had saved him twice now, he still regretted not getting to have some fun when she'd been tanning those thick shoulders of hers. Topless sunbathing was something he would've been all over in Fodlan. If only he could get another—hang on.
Sylvain stopped mid-step and blinked his eyes in absolute disbelief at the sight up the beach. A purple towel was laid out and a slender beauty lay atop it, wearing only a pair of pinkish-violet bottoms. To have found another one had Sylvain thinking that maybe Seiros herself was smiling on him. Upon getting closer Sylvain realized his mistake, as whom he'd thought was a woman was actually another of his classmates: the Leader of the Ashen Wolves, Yuri. The habitual resident of Abyss had dozed off in the warm sun while tanning, and Syl questioned his luck for being so good. He could already see the man's pale skin starting to blister and knew he'd have to act quickly.
That hungry beast that had not long ago given Ferdi's feet a shot of sunscreen came forth and rolled Yuri's towel up quickly. Leclerc awoke, but not fast enough and, was soon wrapped up tight in his wet towel. His purple head of hair poked out of the top like a flower. Sylvain thought to himself that it was a cute look for him, but his eyes wandered down and saw a better-looking part: Yuri's pretty size 7 feet, which looked good enough to eat. He wanted to say something witty, but the way Yuri's toes were wiggling in a panic had caught his eyes. His soles were so milky white that Sylvain felt like he could get lost in them like a little red rabbit in a snowstorm.
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Before Sylvain knew what he was doing, he was on his belly in the sand with his hands on them, holding them still while his tongue lapped up Yuri's sole. The feeling of the warm organ going up the length of his foot made Yuri let out a squeal, but when it slithered between his pretty toes, he couldn't say he disliked it. The sun was starting to get low on the beach and it was getting a bit chilly, though it was December after all. This meant that Sylvain's warm breath on wet feet was quite pleasurable, and meanwhile Sylvain himself was in heaven. Yuri had a slight taste of lavender petals and cream in his soles, and that coupled with the adorable reactions from the trickster had him floating out of body with each lick. Yuri had quite the masculine voice and presence despite his more effeminate fashion sense. While he did have a deep laugh, he was also in possession of quite the bubbly giggle, but the thing that was making Sylvain lose it was how whenever he'd brush those toes with his teeth, he'd hear:
"*Fnnnrkk* St-Stahhap thahat! Nahaht the tohoes!"
That snort of Yuri's had drool pricking up in the corners of Sylvain's lips and his head spinning. His tongue came out and reeled in another of Yuri's painted digits to bring his lips to its pad. That earned him a deep moan out of his caged bird but when his teeth grazed it the reaction was immediate.
"Eeeheeeheee you stahp that! Oh, gooohohoodness that tihihckles!"
Sylvain was barely listening to Yuri's words, instead, he was mesmerized by his reactions. The light and fluffy giggles, the deep and enticing laughter, and the adorable snorts that made his crotch ache. His tongue couldn't decide if it wanted Yuri's soles or toes more and his body was helpless to do anything until he'd lapped and bit himself to exhaustion. He smooched each toe, snorted up and down the arches, and at one point held Yuri by the ankles and just smushed his face into the sweet-smelling skin, he heard a happy whine and was surprised to find out that he was the one making the sound. He finally pulled himself away from the tootsies and just lay there happily for a minute.
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"You all done then, Sylvain?"
Sylvain had tired himself out so utterly that all he could manage was a loopy and ridiculous "Mmmm-hmmm…"
"Oh well, that's good. I enjoyed it a bit too just so you know. Okay Miss Catherine, you can help me out now."
A big, brown foot was planted right on Sylvain's back and drove the air right out of him. He squirmed under it trying to get free but barely had any energy after having gone wild on Yuri's feet. Eventually, he just relented and peered up to see a disappointed-looking Catherine standing atop him.
"Well, I'm glad you got your jollies in there Leclerc. I see now that all the foot-perv'ing happening on this beach has a common factor. I think it's time for Sylvain to end up in Beach Jail, don't you Yuri?"
"You can do what you like, Miss Catherine. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to stay here like this for a bit more. It's kind of nice and I'm sure Balthus will be along any minute to let me out."
"Odd, but alright. Could have used the extra pair of hands for Beach Jail though."
"Oh, you'll be fine. I've seen you pull two horses along, so I’m sure you can dig some sand."
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Sylvain had wondered all day what exactly Beach Jail entailed and finally got his answer when Catherine had led him there by the ear. He'd been treated to the sight of three young men buried in the sand in various ways but with a similar motif. All their feet were propped up in some manner and secured so that they were grouped around a pinwheel that seemed to have been blown down. The red on their cheeks suggested that the trick had worked for a while though.
Lorenz was there and laying on his stomach, as they drew closer Sylvain saw that Catherine had forced his arms before him and buried them in the sand up to his shoulders. This meant that now Lorenz could do naught but lay there in the sand and try not to wriggle too much lest he get it in his mouth. His bare soles still had lines of red from the wind blowing through the pinwheel and dragging its edges down them. Across from Lorenz was the orange-headed beauty, Ferdinand. His position almost exactly mirrored Lorenz's aside from him being face-up with his arm's wrenched behind him, where the sand could trap them. His sandy feet though were forced into the same ticklish circle as Lorenz and...
"Felix?! What did you do to end up in Beach Jail?!"
Felix's response was mumbled to the point of unintelligibility but the blush on his cheeks was unmistakable. Though that may have just been due to the compromising position he was buried in. It looked for all purposes like he was sitting on his hands, but in reality, Catherine had buried the swordsman's hands there up to the wrists and trapped him. She chimed in to help explain Felix's situation.
"Y'see Felix here thought he would be cute and kick over Ashe's sandcastle. He ended being really cute though, because he got that pretty foot of his tangled in the seaweed that the boy used for structural support. When I came along, he was still having his toes pinched and wiggled by crabs, practically begging for some time in Beach Jail. I think he knew you'd be along shortly Gautier. Speaking of, I think that pinwheel has done its job."
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It took a bit for Catherine to dig another hole and Silly-vain tried to take off a few times, but she dragged him back each time. When she was finally done it was quite the sight. Syl buried up to his neck in the sand right between the three others with quite the look on his face as Lorenz, Felix and Ferdinand smushed their feet on his face and derided him for getting them into his situation. Catherine smiled at the situation before tickling Sylvain's own feet. They stuck out of the sand before him and from around his big toes hung a sign announcing his crime. She pinched his rosy sole just hard enough to make him gasp before seeing the self-appointed "warden" of beach jail on his way. She waved to him before departing herself she knew somebody who'd be very happy to have Sylvain like this.
Sylvain didn't see the "warden" getting comfortable at first. This was because of how Ferdinand and Lorenz were rubbing their soles on his cheeks and making him squeeze his eyes closed protectively. It wasn't until another pair of feet presented themselves and smushed themselves onto his face that he realized they'd added a fifth to Beach Jail. The intoxicating fragrance of lavender went straight up Sylvain's nose and he knew who it was instantly. If Felix hadn't kicked him in the back of the head, he might have floated off to dreamland right there. Still, he could barely think anyway as all four boys smushed their feet on his face in a rage, or in Yuri's case just to be cheeky.
The leader of the Ashen Wolves laid back and teased Sylvain's soles where they jutted from the sand. The coquettish trickster had actually brought himself a book and rather than lick his thumb to turn the pages, he instead would jab his thumb into the sole and use the sweat from there as his moisture instead. Whenever it got a little dry, all Yuri had to do was use his talented toes to give Sylvain a fresh brain-full of lavender to get him nice and sweaty again. He did owe Sylvain for the nice time earlier and as such he was gentle with that stud's long toes, pinching them between thumb and forefinger before leaning to dart his tongue in and sample the pools of sweat at each stem.
The gentle touch at his feet was a contrast to the way Sylvain was having the feet at his face grinded right in; not that he disliked it in the slightest. Felix's feet were adorable and his favorite thing on earth to tease after all, but Lorenz's fascinating peets and Ferdinand's proud flippers were nothing to turn his nose up at (well except for when he did, due to how into them he was). Still, the award for Prettiest Pair went to Yuri and he was happy to have them on his face. Occasionally when he could spare a breath, he'd give them a lick in equal parts to enjoy that taste and hear that adorable snort of Yuri's. That'd earn him a ruffling in his hair from the toes and a tap on each of his silly toes.
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Sylvain had never been happier, but all good things must come to an end. Eventually one by one each of his playmates had somebody come and collect them. Ferdinand was led off by Caspar laughing at his sorry state and how he'd lost their game of hide and seek.
"Remember when Dorothea said to tell her who lost that game when we got back? Well, I think we both lost, to be honest, so I wonder what she'll do?"
Ferdinand kept his head low, knowing exactly what she'd do as he'd helped her install those stocks himself.
A dazed and confused Lorenz was dug out and taking a shoulder each Claude and Leonie led him away, both arguing over who'd tend to him.
"He skipped training to come to the beach! I'm gonna make him pay for that! 100 push-ups with me on his back, making sure those big stupid floppy feet of his are in the right posture! I'll poke them into place myself if I have to so that he learns about slacking!"
"Leonie, do you think nobody’s noticed how every single plan of yours involves tickling Lorenz cross-eyed? It's kind of obvious that you just like doing that. I came to get him for the chess game he promised me and—"
"Shut up Claude! I've seen the way you and he play chess! One foot in each other's laps and each piece you lose lets the one who takes it drag it around your sole."
"It helps us train Leonie and I feel like if you tried it that way then…"
Their argument continued as they wandered off into the horizon, but Sylvain heard them both agreeing to try each other's methods and take Lorenz along as well.
Ingrid and Dedue came next, but they ended up only retrieving Felix. Throwing the exhausted swordsman over Dedue's shoulder, Ingrid set to work in dressing him down for kicking over Ashe's sandcastle and assuring him that if his tootsies wanted trouble, then oh boy was she gonna deliver it to them. She kept promising more and more punishment for the swordsman because of the goofy smile he was bearing. Little did she know that the reason Feli was doing so was because a thick, dark-skinned finger was stroking up and his soft and sandy soles. Dedue was never going to miss a chance to get Felix in trouble.
Sylvain had called out to them as they left, but Ingrid had just told him that maybe a cold night on the beach could help him chill that fiery libido he had for getting in trouble. Yuri had departed with a coquettish giggle at his situation, as well as a whisper about how he and Balthus would go and keep little Ashe company.
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That had been an hour ago and still, Sylvain sat here in the sand up to his neck in it. He was starting to get bored when a harsh voice called out from behind him.
"Well fancy that, look what I found here!"
Before Sylvain could turn to see, a tall man with fiery-red hair and ashen skin stepped over him to take a seat at his helpless feet. The Fire Dragon, Mùspell sneered at Sylvain. He'd been keeping a close eye on the young man ever since the humiliation he suffered at his hands and tongue. He'd watched Sylvain all day, dancing from scene to scene but never quite getting what he was due. It had driven him mad and now that the brat was alone, he was going to take things into his own hands. He scraped a claw along Sylvain's sole and took delight in how the big, handsome boats tried to cross over themselves for protection.
He took one by the big toe and isolated it from the other before digging his pointed nails right into the plump, juicy ball of his foot. Sylvain sputtered and tried to hold it in but Mùspell wasn't interested in teasing. His nails each pressed against the stem of a toe and started digging in to make the cavalier chuckle even more. He started twirling a nail at the bump of skin right beneath Sylvain's littlest toe and enjoyed the way he heard him gasp.
"A sweet spot, eh? Well, now that's fun. Let's see how far we can go with it. Hehe, laugh it up, funny boy!"
That finger trailed its nail along that little zone of erogenous skin and Sylvain gasped. He bit his lip to try and contain himself and the sight of it made Mùspell lick his lips as he enjoyed it quite a bit. After so long he finally had that dastard Hero that had humiliated him and ruined his plan. He thought back on when he'd almost captured and brainwashed six Heroes at once. It had gone swimmingly right up until this pest had broken free of him and utterly humiliated him. Oh, hang on—
"Tickle, tickle brat!"
That sweet spot was nice but Mùssy decided to venture down and start scraping his nails along the side of Sylvain's captured foot. It made the redhead wheeze and the Fire Dragon loved it. He should be begging him for every breath, and once he had this pup on a leash he'd see to that. He'd taken Hrid back to the lands named after him only to find that his reputation was already ruined. He and Hrid had spent a humiliating week being led around on a leash by Thorr as her damn sister used her magic to tease the big feet of both men whenever they objected.
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Well, that was all going to change! He plucked at Sylvain's toes in idle contemplation as he imagined his ideal kingdom. Surtr tied up tight for him to use as a throne complete with a ticklish cock for him to sit on. Those idiot mages Lyon and Julius dressed as court jesters and were forced to tickle each other for his amusement before he just shoved the weaklings over and bit at their toes until they cried. Hríd and this fool Sylvain as his personal foot massagers, and all the other Heroes as his tickle toys. He'd have his chambers decorated the way he liked them with a pair of ticklish shorties hanging from the ceiling for him to tease. That Ótr brat would look good there with his meaty 14's a nice contrast to the pink and delicate 6's that the new boy, Elm, had on him. He'd keep Alfonse and Líf tied tight in his bed and rest his head on their ticklish tits and as he chewed on Freyr's handsome soles and dreamed up what he'd do to the idiot heroes under his command.
All the while he was concocting this fiendish fantasy, the dragon teased Sylvain's soles but as it got more and more complex his nails started to slow. Múspell's daydreaming began to affect his tickling ability and it was noticeable. Sylvain didn't mind him starting to slow too much but it was starting to grow cold out on the beach at night. He heard something from Mússy that caught his attention and cleared his throat to get the attention of the drooling dragon whose ministrations were starting to grow a bit dull.
"Say that again?"
"Hmph, I said that after I'm done here with these feet of yours, I'll drag you off to the portal I opened here to this beach and take you to Múspell with me! Put you on a leash and you'll make a good addition to the Heroes that we keep as tickle pets there—"
"Okay, that's the part I wanted to hear. I'm in!"
Sylvain shook off the sand on his shoulders and quickly began extricating himself from the sand as Múspell gaped in confusion. He pulled his feet from the dragon's grasp but did appreciate the little parting tickle they got. He shot him a wink before doing a few stretches to get all the stiffness from his joints that had accumulated after sitting still for so long. Yes, all the foot-play and tickling had been fun but there was a whole new world of sexy fun waiting for him. He bent down and took Múspell's ankles into a headlock before digging his nails right into those sexy, dark arches, making the dragon laugh with all the heat of a furnace. It felt nice on a brisk night like this, and it really warmed him up as he took a deep sniff of the 16's long toes. The cavalier enjoyed their scent of Ash and Soot, as well as their constant state of moistness that denoted the hours they spend in a sauna. He dragged the laughing dragon behind him by the ankles as he teased directions towards that portal out of the pair of steamy stompers.
"Man, that place sounds like it's all kinds of fun! Can't wait hehe, you don't mind bunking with me, right?"
Múspell did mind, but he was laughing much too hard to articulate it as Sylvain dragged him through his own portal and down to a whole new level of humiliation among the other villains... straight down to a whole new level of ticklish, torturous humiliation among all those other screaming, squirming, super-sensitive scoundrels.
"Umm excuse me, cute as you are Felix, this is MY room. Why would I sleep on the couch? You're the guest, Felix, you shouldn't be giving orders."
"So you invited me to stay the night but expect me to sleep on the couch?! That's beyond rude, even for an empty-headed flirt like you."
"I'm rude AND empty-headed over a slight that you've made up completely and are now yelling at me over? How you are popular with women is beyond me."
"I've no idea why anyone ever bothers me, YOU INCLUDED!!"
"I had no intention of anyone spending the night on the couch, you cute dummy. I see you shivering, come and get under the covers already."
Felix's cheeks immediately heated up – a stark contrast to the rest of him – at the invitation. He hadn't wanted to follow the instructions, but the stone floor was just so chilly on his feet. He nervously covered one size 6 with the other before relenting and stepping over to sit down on the bed. He slapped away Sylvain's attempt to put an arm around his shoulder before quickly tossing up the covers and hiding beneath them. The tsundere swordsman looked over at his friend, still laying atop the sheets with a book and casually thumbing through it.
"Are you not going to sleep?!"
"I was reading, Felix. It's still my room and I'm not going to turn in early because you're in a mood."
Felix clucked his tongue and looked away from Sylvain and his odd book. He'd taken it from Erk's room after the mage had disappeared and seemed quite taken with whatever story it told. Felix thought both it and its current reader were gross, and let his eyes wander to the foot of the bed. They stayed there as Sylvain's slippered tootsies crossed and quivered as he started to get excited by whatever he was reading. Felix wasn't paying much attention to the pen that Sylvain was using to add to the book, or how the name on the cover had changed from Erk to Saias. His eyes were glued to the way that one of Sylvain's slippers was now hanging off his foot.
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It started to dangle off the size 13 foot and expose more and more of Sylvain's rosy sole. Felix's mouth was dry at the sight and his head foggy, so much so that he didn't notice that Sylvain had caught him leering. Amused, he kicked one off his foot and then used the now-bared toes as a footrest for his other ankle, slowly creeping up behind Felix while doing so. It made for a sweet reward when he caught the swordsman completely off guard and was able to place a wet kiss right on his forehead. He grinned at how cute Felix looked when he was mad, even as he recoiled back after Felix punched him square in the jaw. He dove under the covers before Felix could follow up with another punch but kept on giggling the whole way. Felix joined him in his mirth when the Gautier heir buried his cold fingers in the warmth of Feli's hairy pits. The swordsman started kicking his legs beneath the sheets but while he definitely had the speed advantage over Sylvain, the cavalier had the strength to not just keep Felix there but reel him in as well.
Felix could only giggle out futile vows to decapitate and desecrate Sylvain for this, even as he soon found himself playing little spoon in the bed for the redhead who held him close. Sylvain made to keep his head back because he knew his bristly bedmate was not above biting him to try and get out of this. The brunette still couldn’t free his face from the smile it was currently trapped in though, given how fast Sylvain's fingers were dancing up and down his sides and pits. Felix was kicking his legs so frantically that the sheets were rapidly coming off the bed, and while Sylvain was having a good time listening to the threats, it was getting colder in there due to the draft.
"It's gonna get a lot colder in here if you kick the sheets off, Fraldarius. You'd better just accept—whhhmmpph!"
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An elbow into his ribs cut Sylvain's teasing short and let Felix finally wriggle free. With the redhead's hand going to cradle the bruised area, that left him wide open for Felix to whip around and dig his hands into the juicy pecs that were barely covered by the young man's nightshirt. Sylvain quickly broke down into giggles himself and tried to weakly slap away Felix's hands but didn't have much luck. It wasn't until he put a big foot right into Felix's stomach that he got a bit of room. Sylvain sighed at the welcome break before he suddenly felt quick fingers dancing on the pads of his toes. Feli had taken that foot and wasn't letting go of it. He quickly put it in a headlock and turned away from Syl to focus on absolutely wrecking it. He pinched each toe, dug into the arch, and ran his knuckles along the plump heel. He could hear Sylvain laughing that deliciously deep laugh of his behind him, but he resisted the urge to turn around and look at the results of his handiwork.
The sight of Sylvain all red and giggly would only distract him, and so instead he busied himself with using his index to slip about on the ball of Sylvain's foot. Unfortunately for Feli that meant that Sylvain was unsupervised. Despite having his foot currently being titillated he still knew what he liked; and that meant pinning Felix's upturned sole to the bed, lowering his face, and making his move. The squealing sound Felix made must’ve woken up all the Heroes in the neighboring rooms, and when his friend’s wet tongue started to move up from the heel to the rest of his foot, the spastic Felix curled up into a ball like he was under attack. He held Sylvain's size 13 close as he spasmed and giggled through gritted teeth, raking his nails along it more unintentionally than anything. Sylvain didn't let up though, and now the hot breath from his chuckles joined his warm tongue in teasing Felix's captive sole as the two were locked in mutually assured, ticklish destruction.
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They stayed there laughing together for a solid twenty minutes before one of them cracked. Unlike Felix, Sylvain wasn't about to deny himself the sight of his ticklish victim. That was his undoing, as looking back and seeing Felix all curled up, red-faced, and struggling was too cute to look away from. This let Felix focus and pluck at Sylvain's trapped sole with ruthless precision, and soon he was able to pull his foot to safety away from the mouth of the saucy ginger who ended up pounding his fists on the mattress in futility until Felix gave him a break. His attempt to thank him for the mercy earned him, in order:
A barefoot kick right to his face (Not unwelcome, Felix's feet were adorable.)
A stinging slap to the cheek to turn him around (Less welcome, but they'd moved beyond punching at least.)
And finally, another kick; but this time to the seat of his pants to propel him right out of his own bed.
Before Sylvain could rise, Felix was on his feet (one still soggy with Sylvain's drool) and picking Sylvain up by his night clothes to head for the door. Still giggling, Sylvain found himself in the hallway with the door to his room slammed behind him. It opened a crack just to toss him some randomly grabbed clothes before closing and unmistakably locking shut for the night. Sylvain supposed that was fair, and luckily there were some trunks in that pile so maybe he'd hit the beach as the sun was coming up. He changed into the black-and-green shorts before grabbing a towel and doing just that.
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"Ahh but you see Sylvain, the swimsuit covers less because of how proud I am of my body. A noble has no reason to be ashamed, and it could even be said he has a duty to please the common man no matter how…"
Lorenz brushed a hand down his chest to draw attention to the pair of extremely immodest trunks he wore. Sylvain didn't want to look at the very obvious bulge in them, but it was hard not to. He would spend many nights in the future thinking about that and the baffling size of it.
"Yes but...are you sure that anybody wants to see that much of you Lorenz?"
"Every step I've taken on this beach has been accompanied by a stare Sylvain. I'm quite certain that several people are enjoying the show!"
Sylvain wanted to argue that point but had to turn away when Lorenz turned to look at him. He'd been free to gawk unnoticed at that python the Golden Deer was smuggling while Lorenz continued to blather, though only due to how the noble exhibitionist had been furtively getting glimpses of Catherine sunbathing further up the beach. Sylvain couldn't fault him on that as he'd been doing the same, especially after the knight had unhooked her top and was currently working on bronzing her muscular shoulders. His ogling had only been interrupted when Lorenz had wandered up and filled his head with prayers for the poor serpent he'd stuffed into that swimsuit. Sylvain glanced down to disguise his gaze, only to find his gaze fixed on something new. Lorenz's feet were clad in strappy sandals not unlike his own, besides the garish gemstones inlaid upon the leather.
Sylvain had not expected what the feet inside them looked like, though Lorenz was rather tall after all so he supposed size 12's weren't strange. They were still odd to look at for some reason that he couldn't quite place. His stare hardened, paying no mind to how Lorenz had caught him eyeballing and was looking at him in abject confusion now. Sylvain ignored him completely, putting a thumb to his chin as he thought when it suddenly dawned on him. Length! Lorenz's feet seemed abnormally long for their size! Considering the size that was, it made them quite the sight. It almost seemed as if the Gloucester heir had worn flippers to the beach!
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Sylvain ignored Lorenz's questioning and protests as he shoved the speedo-clad bore over onto his backside, all before taking him by the ankle. Lorenz was saying all kinds of things that Sylvain wasn't interested in as he pressed the leather soles of both their sandals together and admired how 'Renz's tootsies were compared to his. His own feet were bigger at a handsome size 13, yet Lorenz's shoe continued past his own toes. He could actually see the tips of the ten little Gloucester piggies poking out over the lip of the sandals as well, which confused him greatly. He took Lorenz by the big toe and pried his sweaty, sandy sole up just enough, ignoring the purple prig's giggles observed the number inside the footwear that confirmed “Size 12”.
"S-Sylvain?! St-stop that at once! Ohohoho it ti-tihickles!"
"How do you even walk around on these? You must be tripping over them constantly!"
Lorenz covered his mouth and waved his hand as Sylvain stuck his fingers down in between the sensitive sole and the warm leather. He traced the musculature of the sole as if he was studying an animal and not a giggling former classmate. He wrapped an arm around Lorenz's struggling leg and unbuckled his sandal. The feeling of Lorenz's wrinkly sole sandwiching his finger to the musty leather was amazing and he wanted to get more of his digits in there. He had all four in soon and was working on getting the thumb in as well when the Gloucester boy started beating on his back in frustration.
It didn't bother him, so he ignored it and continued with getting his fingers deeper into the sandal. It wasn't until he felt long fingers dancing on his sides that he paid any attention to Lorenz. He bit his lip to try and block out the feeling but Lorenz's fingers were just like his soles, long and seemingly designed for tickling. Sylvain shook his head and persisted, but Lorenz picking at the underside of his pec broke him in seconds. He let Lorenz's foot slip away and instantly regretted it.
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The heir to Gloucester's long legs wrapped around him and Sylvain found himself pulled back at an angle. Lorenz pinned one of Syl's hands to the towel with his knee and grabbed the other by the wrist, he pulled it straight up and stretched Sylvain out helplessly in his grasp.
"Hmmph! Do you think you're the first to try and take liberties with me? Back at the academy, Claude would try and play with my feet daily, citing how they were curiosities to be studied! That was until one summer when I took a deep dive into Gloucester-style grappling. Then I made him my squeaky toy, much like you’re soon to be, Gautier."
Lorenz poked one finger out and drove it in between two of Sylvain's ribs. He held the struggling cavalier tight and spun the finger in the warm crevice to make Sylvain go wild. The ginger wheeled his legs wildly in the sand kicking up a cloud as Lorenz set to work. His fingers pinched Sylvain's nipple just hard enough to make him gasp and then started scratching at the muscle surrounding it as well, following the defined pectoral as it jiggled. Sylvain was pulling against Lorenz, but apparently there was much more muscle in that wiry frame than he had anticipated. He tried to get his hand up to tickle at Lorenz's knee, but the villain invaded his armpit next and had him howling.
"Consider this a lesson, Sylvain. Do you think I didn't see you sneaking glances at Lady Catherine and myself as well? I had come over here to defend her honor, but now I find myself fighting for my own as well!"
Lorenz scooped his fingers to the deepest point of Sylvain's hollow and scribbled them around in there. The ginger wheeled his legs even more wildly in the sand and laughed loud enough to wake the dead. Lorenz was using one finger to almost pet each and every hair in Silly-vain's hollow, right up until a tanned arm was wrapped around his neck to drag him off.
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Syl lay there on the towel for a moment, getting his breath back until he heard a haughty voice cracking and begging behind him. Much like Gautier himself earlier, Lorenz could now only kick his legs in futility as his arms had been wrenched behind him by the sunbather whose very "honor" he'd been claiming to protect, but whose ire he'd earned instead. Catherine had both of Lorenz's arms pulled behind his back and kept there with how she'd wrapped her arm around his forearms. His hands pointed out behind him helplessly and his back was kept straight by the way that her knee was planted in it between his shoulder blades. It kept Renz from being able to do anything as she ran a single finger all along all that skin on his chest that he'd been so proud to show off with that skimpy speedo.
"To think that the young man who I used to know would be out here playing beach bully! This is the kind of thing that makes people hate the nobility, Gloucester!"
"Nohoohoho! Cahahatherine you don't understahahahnd! Ahahahaha he stahahrted it-AHAHAHA! DAHAHAMN YOU SYLVAHAHAIN!"
Lorenz's gaudy sandals were tossed off into the hot sands, which let Sylvain's fingers could finally have free rein along his goofy duck feet. As much fun as he was having plucking these long toes while Catherine held Lorenz, he couldn’t help wishing for a bit of alone time. He bit his lip at the sight of those long toes going wild as he squeezed and pinched the balls of the feet they were attached to. He thanked Seiros that he'd worn a swimsuit with more room in it than Lorenz's. The Gloucester heir's crotch looked like something was moving beneath the wet speedo. Syl didn't know it, but that was in no small part due to the chunky, brown big toe stroking along the other side of the swim gear. The advantage Catherine had as a big-footed lassie was that her stompers were so long that she could hold Lorenz still with the knee between his shoulder blades and wiggle her toes along that wet speedo clad rear-end of his.
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The sounds of Lorenz's panicked laughter forced Sylvain to excuse himself eventually. He had been greatly enjoying picking each and every grain of sand off those ridiculous feet that the idiot had just been begging to be tickled on, but Gloucester’s dumb almost quack of a laugh had Sylvain unable to contain himself. He ducked behind one of the beach bungalows and slipped a hand down his trunks. He gripped his little friend down there and rubbed a finger along with the head, it was a little bit rough from where it had been stroking on the fabric. Just touching there had him biting his lip and whining under his breath. He ran his hand down the length for a minute and shuddered as he felt a few drops prick up at the head of his cock.
It was a bit sad in his opinion, to waste such a great feeling on his hand as he kneeled here in the sand. He couldn't stand having this ache anymore, but he had to admit that he did wish he had a better target for it. Maybe it was this realm's effect on him and his mind, but his tastes had changed quite a bit; especially since his run-in with the forces of Múspell. The others may not recall it due to the dragon's magicks but Sylvain remembered that hot water, sweltering climate, and the steaming body of the dragon himself. He'd love nothing more than to have that dragon’s ashen stompers right here before him to help relieve this longing. Or really any kind of fee—
"Ahh! Sylvain! Good to see you! Have you by any chance seen Caspar? I keep telling him we need to stick together here out in undefended territory but he's so very willful."
An orange-headed fop, who Sylvain wasn't a particular fan of, peered around the corner and just about caught Sylvain with both hands on himself.
"Unhhh w-who?"
"Sylvain my friend, are you well? I am Ferdinand von Aegir! We've met before many times. You seem flushed and red! Perhaps you should step out of the sun for a while? Come, I'll look for Caspar later, a noble cannot ignore an ally who's sufferin-WHA?!"
Sylvain didn't even let him finish his sentence, knocking Ferdinand to the ground after getting just one look at him. The noblest of nobles had apparently taken Lorenz at his word about the swimsuit most befitting a noble and wore the same, similarly skimpy attire. Unlike Lorenz, a bit of decency had shown through as a t-shirt also adorned him, albeit totally soaked and unable to hide a thing.
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This meant that Sylvain had just gotten quite the eyeful of Ferdie, and in his current horny state that was simply too much. It was made even worse by the sight of Ferdinand's handsome size 11's in the sand with absolutely nothing to protect them. He tackled Ferdinand down and flipped him onto his stomach, not hearing a word of the man's protest. The Black Eagle tried to push him off but found that Sylvain was possessed by a lust that had made him immovable, and that lust was directed right at the pair of tasties he'd pulled into his lap as he knelt on Ferd's calf to pin his legs. He crossed the ginger’s ankles and laid his cock between the lightly colored soles before letting out a sigh of contentment at the warmth that permeated them and now his manhood.
He looked down at the sight and loved it, the way his pink cock with its dusting of red fluff looked atop Ferdinand's soles as they wrinkled up from the noble’s fearful struggling. There was a fleck of drool in the corner of Sylvain's mouth as he danced his fingers over them. He traced each wrinkle that formed from the scrunching while not so subtly stroking himself at the same time. His fingers would occasionally travel up to have quick dalliances with Ferdie's toes, tapping their pads and forcing their way in between them to rotate as the heir of Aegir snorted and beat his fists in the sand.
He tried to push Sylvain off him but the sensations jumping up his legs as his feet were played with left him weak as a kitten. All he could do was gasp and whine as Sylvain took his pampered soles and pushed them to rub the balls of his feet against the red and weeping head of his cock, the pre-cum slicked them up nicely and made them easier for the skin to slide on. Ferdinand was reduced to hiding his face in his hands as Sylvain went ballistic on his ticklish tootsies. He hoped to Seiros that somebody would happen upon them and save him, but also secretly hoped that nobody would see him like this. Little did Ferd know that somebody was watching. That somebody, who was quite jealous at witnessing whom he considered as his property being toyed with like this, was seething into his orb of dark magics.
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Sylvain's back arced when he heard Ferdi let out the cutest goddamn giggle, and it was stuck in his head as he thrust harder. He didn't think there was a thing he could do to make anything make a cuter sound than that, unless he slathered Felix with cream and—
Sylvain shuddered and his eyes rolled back into his head as it happened. Ferdinand felt it from the warm and sticky goodness that suddenly shot between his crinkled toes. Despite all his resisting, he found it to be a quite nice feeling and sagged right along with Sylvain. The tall and clammy mage watching through his orb, however, did not like it one bit and he was quite the vengeful type. His fingers glowed with the spells he chanted and sent out to get a bit of payback.
One second Sylvain was breathing hard and basking in the Post-Nut clarity, idly telling himself how somebody would be along any minute to investigate all that noise he'd just made. The next second, he was surrounded by tendrils of cold darkness that made him shiver even in the sun. The shades cut off his escape and pulled him right off Ferdinand and face-first into the sand. Before Ferdinand could even get himself up out the sand, they'd set to work and swirled around Sylvain. His hands were forced together and roughly pulled behind his back, his ankles clapped together and forced out from under him, and the smell of leather filled his nostrils before something sticky was put on his cheeks to force it over his nose and mouth. His vision went dark shortly after he realized he couldn't move an inch. When Itsuki had first shown Hubert the strange invention of his world called duct tape, the mage had been utterly fascinated. It was like a length of rope that had its own distinct sound of announcement but could be concealed in a pocket.
The tall mage's love affair with the invention had left an impression on Ferdinand and indeed the entire Order. Ferd hadn’t known the extent to which it had been taken to when Alfonse had forbade Hubert from touching the tape. Had he seen the "Mistletoes" that Hubert had hung over the door to Lady Edelgard's room then he'd have maybe understood. It had taken a cadre of Heroes to help get Dimitri, Claude, and Yuri down from where they hung over the doorway and cut them free of the shiny cocoons they'd been entombed in (not unlike Sylvain's situation right now). Gentler heroes had been needed to take care of the pieces of tape slapped over the House Leader's mouths and peel them away to finally take off the shoes of each other that had been forced over their mouths (…just like Sylvain right now!) Admittedly, the part where they'd had to be led off to Askr's hot springs and given aid in washing the lipstick marks off their soles was different than Sylvain's situation at the moment, though it was still worth mentioning.
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Ferdinand recognized the shiny cocoon that now had Sylvain instantly and smiled at his "friend's" help. Sylvain let out a mournful "Mmmph!" at the indignity of it. He now lay on his back with his waist-to-ankles cocooned in the shiny tape that left his 13's with their soles facing a miffed Ferdinand. His arms were similarly done but an extra loop of tape kept them behind his back and secured to his waist. The tape continued up the arms and around his shoulders and neck but no lower. This meant that Sylvi's bare chest was on display as a full course for Ferdi and there was nothing he could do about it. Even Sylvain's signature puppy dog eyes trick wouldn't work, due to the slides that had previously adorned his feet. Hubert had duct-taped Sylvain's sandals right to his face, which left his bare soles free for Ferdinand's fingers to come in for a landing.
To Ferdi, it was like a gift-wrapped present had been dropped right in front of him courtesy of Mr. Vestra. Sylvain couldn't see Ferdinand, but he sure could feel the fingers on his big feet as they slid around in the sloped arches. Every sputter and snort from Sylvain filled his head with more of the leathery smell of his sandals and the rose scent of the oils he used on his own soles. Ferdinand began plucking at Sylvain's toes and a wave of the aroma went up the heir's nose and filled his mind. Ferdinand was lecturing Sylvain about keeping his hands to himself or something, but Silly-vain wasn't listening. In his head, the crimson-headed himbo was stuck in the middle of a rose bush with the summer sun beating down on him, his head poking out of a flower and his feet out of two more on either side. His face was warped in a silly smile as a bunch of prissy, annoying bees crawled around on his big, ticklish soles, blathering on and teasing their fuzzy rears atop his defenseless toes.
Ferdinand stood up from his feet and Sylvain wanted to scream. The paladin had some witty turn of phrase about how messing with a noble was to end in "de-feet" or some such triteness, but Sylvain just wanted to beg him to shut up and go back to teasing his needy feet. Ferdinand stood over Sylvain and used his bare toe to start tracing the trapped noble's abs, all while continuing to go on about how the writhing Gautier probably liked this. He had no idea how right he was, and when Catherine turned the corner and found them like that she had no way to know that all the "Mmmphhr's" out of the tied Sylvain were actually pleas for Ferdinand to go faster.
If Catherine had been able to understand how much Sylvain was enjoying thism things might have gone differently. She might have been a bit gentler in pulling Ferdinand off Sylvain and tossing him aside. After she'd cut him free from the tape, Sylvain considered explaining it all to her. However, the way she'd pinned Ferdinand beneath her was just too enticing. She had used her knees to pin Ferd's waist into the sand and just one hand to keep his arms above his head. This meant that she was free to pluck along his chest, which was mostly visible thanks to his still wet t-shirt that now sported a layer of sand. Sylvain decided against admitting to being the one at fault. Instead, he reclined back in the sand and enjoyed the sun, all while pressing his feet into Ferdinand's and rubbing his toes against them.
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Eventually, Catherine had dragged Ferd off to something she called “beach jail” and Sylvain had been forced to find enjoyment elsewhere. He'd wandered down the beach for a bit in a haze of boredom after all that stimulation. While he did find it funny that Catherine had saved him twice now, he still regretted not getting to have some fun when she'd been tanning those thick shoulders of hers. Topless sunbathing was something he would've been all over in Fodlan. If only he could get another—hang on.
Sylvain stopped mid-step and blinked his eyes in absolute disbelief at the sight up the beach. A purple towel was laid out and a slender beauty lay atop it, wearing only a pair of pinkish-violet bottoms. To have found another one had Sylvain thinking that maybe Seiros herself was smiling on him. Upon getting closer Sylvain realized his mistake, as whom he'd thought was a woman was actually another of his classmates: the Leader of the Ashen Wolves, Yuri. The habitual resident of Abyss had dozed off in the warm sun while tanning, and Syl questioned his luck for being so good. He could already see the man's pale skin starting to blister and knew he'd have to act quickly.
That hungry beast that had not long ago given Ferdi's feet a shot of sunscreen came forth and rolled Yuri's towel up quickly. Leclerc awoke, but not fast enough and, was soon wrapped up tight in his wet towel. His purple head of hair poked out of the top like a flower. Sylvain thought to himself that it was a cute look for him, but his eyes wandered down and saw a better-looking part: Yuri's pretty size 7 feet, which looked good enough to eat. He wanted to say something witty, but the way Yuri's toes were wiggling in a panic had caught his eyes. His soles were so milky white that Sylvain felt like he could get lost in them like a little red rabbit in a snowstorm.
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Before Sylvain knew what he was doing, he was on his belly in the sand with his hands on them, holding them still while his tongue lapped up Yuri's sole. The feeling of the warm organ going up the length of his foot made Yuri let out a squeal, but when it slithered between his pretty toes, he couldn't say he disliked it. The sun was starting to get low on the beach and it was getting a bit chilly, though it was December after all. This meant that Sylvain's warm breath on wet feet was quite pleasurable, and meanwhile Sylvain himself was in heaven. Yuri had a slight taste of lavender petals and cream in his soles, and that coupled with the adorable reactions from the trickster had him floating out of body with each lick. Yuri had quite the masculine voice and presence despite his more effeminate fashion sense. While he did have a deep laugh, he was also in possession of quite the bubbly giggle, but the thing that was making Sylvain lose it was how whenever he'd brush those toes with his teeth, he'd hear:
"*Fnnnrkk* St-Stahhap thahat! Nahaht the tohoes!"
That snort of Yuri's had drool pricking up in the corners of Sylvain's lips and his head spinning. His tongue came out and reeled in another of Yuri's painted digits to bring his lips to its pad. That earned him a deep moan out of his caged bird but when his teeth grazed it the reaction was immediate.
"Eeeheeeheee you stahp that! Oh, gooohohoodness that tihihckles!"
Sylvain was barely listening to Yuri's words, instead, he was mesmerized by his reactions. The light and fluffy giggles, the deep and enticing laughter, and the adorable snorts that made his crotch ache. His tongue couldn't decide if it wanted Yuri's soles or toes more and his body was helpless to do anything until he'd lapped and bit himself to exhaustion. He smooched each toe, snorted up and down the arches, and at one point held Yuri by the ankles and just smushed his face into the sweet-smelling skin, he heard a happy whine and was surprised to find out that he was the one making the sound. He finally pulled himself away from the tootsies and just lay there happily for a minute.
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"You all done then, Sylvain?"
Sylvain had tired himself out so utterly that all he could manage was a loopy and ridiculous "Mmmm-hmmm…"
"Oh well, that's good. I enjoyed it a bit too just so you know. Okay Miss Catherine, you can help me out now."
A big, brown foot was planted right on Sylvain's back and drove the air right out of him. He squirmed under it trying to get free but barely had any energy after having gone wild on Yuri's feet. Eventually, he just relented and peered up to see a disappointed-looking Catherine standing atop him.
"Well, I'm glad you got your jollies in there Leclerc. I see now that all the foot-perv'ing happening on this beach has a common factor. I think it's time for Sylvain to end up in Beach Jail, don't you Yuri?"
"You can do what you like, Miss Catherine. If it's all the same to you, I'd like to stay here like this for a bit more. It's kind of nice and I'm sure Balthus will be along any minute to let me out."
"Odd, but alright. Could have used the extra pair of hands for Beach Jail though."
"Oh, you'll be fine. I've seen you pull two horses along, so I’m sure you can dig some sand."
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Sylvain had wondered all day what exactly Beach Jail entailed and finally got his answer when Catherine had led him there by the ear. He'd been treated to the sight of three young men buried in the sand in various ways but with a similar motif. All their feet were propped up in some manner and secured so that they were grouped around a pinwheel that seemed to have been blown down. The red on their cheeks suggested that the trick had worked for a while though.
Lorenz was there and laying on his stomach, as they drew closer Sylvain saw that Catherine had forced his arms before him and buried them in the sand up to his shoulders. This meant that now Lorenz could do naught but lay there in the sand and try not to wriggle too much lest he get it in his mouth. His bare soles still had lines of red from the wind blowing through the pinwheel and dragging its edges down them. Across from Lorenz was the orange-headed beauty, Ferdinand. His position almost exactly mirrored Lorenz's aside from him being face-up with his arm's wrenched behind him, where the sand could trap them. His sandy feet though were forced into the same ticklish circle as Lorenz and...
"Felix?! What did you do to end up in Beach Jail?!"
Felix's response was mumbled to the point of unintelligibility but the blush on his cheeks was unmistakable. Though that may have just been due to the compromising position he was buried in. It looked for all purposes like he was sitting on his hands, but in reality, Catherine had buried the swordsman's hands there up to the wrists and trapped him. She chimed in to help explain Felix's situation.
"Y'see Felix here thought he would be cute and kick over Ashe's sandcastle. He ended being really cute though, because he got that pretty foot of his tangled in the seaweed that the boy used for structural support. When I came along, he was still having his toes pinched and wiggled by crabs, practically begging for some time in Beach Jail. I think he knew you'd be along shortly Gautier. Speaking of, I think that pinwheel has done its job."
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It took a bit for Catherine to dig another hole and Silly-vain tried to take off a few times, but she dragged him back each time. When she was finally done it was quite the sight. Syl buried up to his neck in the sand right between the three others with quite the look on his face as Lorenz, Felix and Ferdinand smushed their feet on his face and derided him for getting them into his situation. Catherine smiled at the situation before tickling Sylvain's own feet. They stuck out of the sand before him and from around his big toes hung a sign announcing his crime. She pinched his rosy sole just hard enough to make him gasp before seeing the self-appointed "warden" of beach jail on his way. She waved to him before departing herself she knew somebody who'd be very happy to have Sylvain like this.
Sylvain didn't see the "warden" getting comfortable at first. This was because of how Ferdinand and Lorenz were rubbing their soles on his cheeks and making him squeeze his eyes closed protectively. It wasn't until another pair of feet presented themselves and smushed themselves onto his face that he realized they'd added a fifth to Beach Jail. The intoxicating fragrance of lavender went straight up Sylvain's nose and he knew who it was instantly. If Felix hadn't kicked him in the back of the head, he might have floated off to dreamland right there. Still, he could barely think anyway as all four boys smushed their feet on his face in a rage, or in Yuri's case just to be cheeky.
The leader of the Ashen Wolves laid back and teased Sylvain's soles where they jutted from the sand. The coquettish trickster had actually brought himself a book and rather than lick his thumb to turn the pages, he instead would jab his thumb into the sole and use the sweat from there as his moisture instead. Whenever it got a little dry, all Yuri had to do was use his talented toes to give Sylvain a fresh brain-full of lavender to get him nice and sweaty again. He did owe Sylvain for the nice time earlier and as such he was gentle with that stud's long toes, pinching them between thumb and forefinger before leaning to dart his tongue in and sample the pools of sweat at each stem.
The gentle touch at his feet was a contrast to the way Sylvain was having the feet at his face grinded right in; not that he disliked it in the slightest. Felix's feet were adorable and his favorite thing on earth to tease after all, but Lorenz's fascinating peets and Ferdinand's proud flippers were nothing to turn his nose up at (well except for when he did, due to how into them he was). Still, the award for Prettiest Pair went to Yuri and he was happy to have them on his face. Occasionally when he could spare a breath, he'd give them a lick in equal parts to enjoy that taste and hear that adorable snort of Yuri's. That'd earn him a ruffling in his hair from the toes and a tap on each of his silly toes.
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Sylvain had never been happier, but all good things must come to an end. Eventually one by one each of his playmates had somebody come and collect them. Ferdinand was led off by Caspar laughing at his sorry state and how he'd lost their game of hide and seek.
"Remember when Dorothea said to tell her who lost that game when we got back? Well, I think we both lost, to be honest, so I wonder what she'll do?"
Ferdinand kept his head low, knowing exactly what she'd do as he'd helped her install those stocks himself.
A dazed and confused Lorenz was dug out and taking a shoulder each Claude and Leonie led him away, both arguing over who'd tend to him.
"He skipped training to come to the beach! I'm gonna make him pay for that! 100 push-ups with me on his back, making sure those big stupid floppy feet of his are in the right posture! I'll poke them into place myself if I have to so that he learns about slacking!"
"Leonie, do you think nobody’s noticed how every single plan of yours involves tickling Lorenz cross-eyed? It's kind of obvious that you just like doing that. I came to get him for the chess game he promised me and—"
"Shut up Claude! I've seen the way you and he play chess! One foot in each other's laps and each piece you lose lets the one who takes it drag it around your sole."
"It helps us train Leonie and I feel like if you tried it that way then…"
Their argument continued as they wandered off into the horizon, but Sylvain heard them both agreeing to try each other's methods and take Lorenz along as well.
Ingrid and Dedue came next, but they ended up only retrieving Felix. Throwing the exhausted swordsman over Dedue's shoulder, Ingrid set to work in dressing him down for kicking over Ashe's sandcastle and assuring him that if his tootsies wanted trouble, then oh boy was she gonna deliver it to them. She kept promising more and more punishment for the swordsman because of the goofy smile he was bearing. Little did she know that the reason Feli was doing so was because a thick, dark-skinned finger was stroking up and his soft and sandy soles. Dedue was never going to miss a chance to get Felix in trouble.
Sylvain had called out to them as they left, but Ingrid had just told him that maybe a cold night on the beach could help him chill that fiery libido he had for getting in trouble. Yuri had departed with a coquettish giggle at his situation, as well as a whisper about how he and Balthus would go and keep little Ashe company.
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That had been an hour ago and still, Sylvain sat here in the sand up to his neck in it. He was starting to get bored when a harsh voice called out from behind him.
"Well fancy that, look what I found here!"
Before Sylvain could turn to see, a tall man with fiery-red hair and ashen skin stepped over him to take a seat at his helpless feet. The Fire Dragon, Mùspell sneered at Sylvain. He'd been keeping a close eye on the young man ever since the humiliation he suffered at his hands and tongue. He'd watched Sylvain all day, dancing from scene to scene but never quite getting what he was due. It had driven him mad and now that the brat was alone, he was going to take things into his own hands. He scraped a claw along Sylvain's sole and took delight in how the big, handsome boats tried to cross over themselves for protection.
He took one by the big toe and isolated it from the other before digging his pointed nails right into the plump, juicy ball of his foot. Sylvain sputtered and tried to hold it in but Mùspell wasn't interested in teasing. His nails each pressed against the stem of a toe and started digging in to make the cavalier chuckle even more. He started twirling a nail at the bump of skin right beneath Sylvain's littlest toe and enjoyed the way he heard him gasp.
"A sweet spot, eh? Well, now that's fun. Let's see how far we can go with it. Hehe, laugh it up, funny boy!"
That finger trailed its nail along that little zone of erogenous skin and Sylvain gasped. He bit his lip to try and contain himself and the sight of it made Mùspell lick his lips as he enjoyed it quite a bit. After so long he finally had that dastard Hero that had humiliated him and ruined his plan. He thought back on when he'd almost captured and brainwashed six Heroes at once. It had gone swimmingly right up until this pest had broken free of him and utterly humiliated him. Oh, hang on—
"Tickle, tickle brat!"
That sweet spot was nice but Mùssy decided to venture down and start scraping his nails along the side of Sylvain's captured foot. It made the redhead wheeze and the Fire Dragon loved it. He should be begging him for every breath, and once he had this pup on a leash he'd see to that. He'd taken Hrid back to the lands named after him only to find that his reputation was already ruined. He and Hrid had spent a humiliating week being led around on a leash by Thorr as her damn sister used her magic to tease the big feet of both men whenever they objected.
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Well, that was all going to change! He plucked at Sylvain's toes in idle contemplation as he imagined his ideal kingdom. Surtr tied up tight for him to use as a throne complete with a ticklish cock for him to sit on. Those idiot mages Lyon and Julius dressed as court jesters and were forced to tickle each other for his amusement before he just shoved the weaklings over and bit at their toes until they cried. Hríd and this fool Sylvain as his personal foot massagers, and all the other Heroes as his tickle toys. He'd have his chambers decorated the way he liked them with a pair of ticklish shorties hanging from the ceiling for him to tease. That Ótr brat would look good there with his meaty 14's a nice contrast to the pink and delicate 6's that the new boy, Elm, had on him. He'd keep Alfonse and Líf tied tight in his bed and rest his head on their ticklish tits and as he chewed on Freyr's handsome soles and dreamed up what he'd do to the idiot heroes under his command.
All the while he was concocting this fiendish fantasy, the dragon teased Sylvain's soles but as it got more and more complex his nails started to slow. Múspell's daydreaming began to affect his tickling ability and it was noticeable. Sylvain didn't mind him starting to slow too much but it was starting to grow cold out on the beach at night. He heard something from Mússy that caught his attention and cleared his throat to get the attention of the drooling dragon whose ministrations were starting to grow a bit dull.
"Say that again?"
"Hmph, I said that after I'm done here with these feet of yours, I'll drag you off to the portal I opened here to this beach and take you to Múspell with me! Put you on a leash and you'll make a good addition to the Heroes that we keep as tickle pets there—"
"Okay, that's the part I wanted to hear. I'm in!"
Sylvain shook off the sand on his shoulders and quickly began extricating himself from the sand as Múspell gaped in confusion. He pulled his feet from the dragon's grasp but did appreciate the little parting tickle they got. He shot him a wink before doing a few stretches to get all the stiffness from his joints that had accumulated after sitting still for so long. Yes, all the foot-play and tickling had been fun but there was a whole new world of sexy fun waiting for him. He bent down and took Múspell's ankles into a headlock before digging his nails right into those sexy, dark arches, making the dragon laugh with all the heat of a furnace. It felt nice on a brisk night like this, and it really warmed him up as he took a deep sniff of the 16's long toes. The cavalier enjoyed their scent of Ash and Soot, as well as their constant state of moistness that denoted the hours they spend in a sauna. He dragged the laughing dragon behind him by the ankles as he teased directions towards that portal out of the pair of steamy stompers.
"Man, that place sounds like it's all kinds of fun! Can't wait hehe, you don't mind bunking with me, right?"
Múspell did mind, but he was laughing much too hard to articulate it as Sylvain dragged him through his own portal and down to a whole new level of humiliation among the other villains... straight down to a whole new level of ticklish, torturous humiliation among all those other screaming, squirming, super-sensitive scoundrels.
