Lake Superior
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"So let me begin by saying that I'm glad that our takeover was so quick. Julius and Soren, I'm glad you've both seen things my way."
"Ahaha Lyon you speak as if we were given a choice. I saw firsthand how convincing you could be. I'm sure he has a similar story."
Despite what Julius claimed, Soren actually didn't have a story about Lyon lavishing him with personal attention.
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Since his capture the petite wind mage had spent most of his time buried out in the garden, up to his chin and at the mercy of Hel's many monsters and tickle plants. Twinkle-Toes had originally come to check on him almost daily and to play with what they both out found were his ticklish lips. After the "Regime Change" however, Corrin had found a new place in Lyon's roster of pets while Soren had been forgotten for a while and left to grow with the foliage.
Hel's enchanted plants were quick to take him, the dandelions in particular helping themselves to his ears. With their slight slight bristles stroking around inside the cups of his sensitive extremities, Soren had been quick to lose all track of time. He attributed this to his new "comrades" who listened with great interest as they sipped upon their tea.
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The one who listened the most intently though wasn't at the table. Instead, he and his massive frame were beneath it, tied down with chains. Despite the thick muscles of the giant man's arms and thighs he was firmly bound down to the ground. Because of this, Surtr could do absolutely about the various pairs of petite feet dragging their small toes all along his massive chest while their owners idly chatted. They conversed and sipped their tea while beneath the table their toes stroked and poked all along Surtr's rippling chest.
Lyon‘s big toes danced along Surtr's abdominals, riding each muscle up and down as the big man shook beneath the chains that kept him down. Lyon could feel the shaking through his long soles and delighted in the feeling coming up his gangly legs.
In contrast, Julius' toes skittered themselves roughly like the fingernails of a sloppy demon all along with the mad king's volcanic nipples. He'd alternate between sliding his entire petite sole up the strong nub while giggling into his tea and clasping it between his toes to wiggle it back and forth.
The one having the most difficulty was Soren, their newest addition. The scrawny mage had been given a certain medallion to help with his strength, but still as his small feet scrabbled about in the valley between Surtr's pectorals he wasn't sure if he was tickling himself more with the bristly chest hair that had wound between his toes. Surtr's gag was the only thing keeping begging specifically to Soren though as unbeknownst to all in here but one, he had stumbled on one of the brute of a man's sweetest tickle spots.
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As the three possessed mages spoke onwards of their plans they rotated strategies seemingly randomly to further tease and confound Surtr. Having to try to anticipate each application of Lyon's sadism, Julius' frenzy and Soren's hesitant pokes was preventing him from being able to build any kind of resistance whatsoever to the tickles that his former toys were visiting upon him. Everything beneath the table was kept pitch black, so deposed King Surtr had no idea that he was being rotated to allow each of his patrons to keep attacking each new spot so quickly.
The three shared new plans to capture heroes, such as Julius giving an update on the specter that he'd dispatched to Castle Askr as a test to see if it could bring back a certain sickly healer he'd selected. Soren revealed the hex he'd placed on the Nohrian prince that he'd released and how it would remain dormant until he came in contact with a family member. Lyon nodded and grinned while imagining both scenarios. He hadn't been idle himself either.
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Under Loki's advice, he'd had the foolish dancer Twinkle-Toes and that white-haired tactician they'd captured both driven mad with tickles so as to capture a pair of dragons inside their fractured minds. He'd sent the two out on a mission to find a certain powerful prince himself and capture that Boar for him. Then there was his secret weapon slumbering away in a bed up in the tower. Hubert was tending to the Dream-King's statuesque feet in his sleep to slowly poison the fairy's mind into spreading the tickles out into the dream world for him.
Surtr under normal circumstances would have loved each and every one of these plans, however right now his mind was full of only the dreadful tickles he would have been all too happy to inflict on each of the four dastards driving him mad right now. The worst though was the filthy pest that had wrapped himself all around Surtr's size 18 feet in the darkness. Niles owed Surtr quite a bit for their time inside that shared prison. The trickster had spent most of it being at Surtr's complete mercy. Even as he dragged a finger through the dense forest of the king's thick toes, his head was filled with all the times the king had chewed his belly like taffy or taken a horsehair brush to his asscheeks.
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Niles had been all too eager to leap at doing these new lords’ bidding if it saved him a trip to the baths. It hadn't in the end, and his supremely sensitized skin had made the whole experience quite hellish. However, the sting had definitely been healed by how much fun all his new duties were. Whether it was tending to the squishy sides of all his new masters or helping out in the trophy hall, the newly brainwashed yet still sadistic Niles had fallen in love with his work. Being given an opportunity to pay back Surtr now on top of all that? Could it get any better?
He ran his sock-clad feet all along Surtr's thighs and admired the muscles bulging in there that were the size of his head. Surtr pulled at his chains hard enough for them to audibly creak but all that did was make Niles laugh aloud since his gagged victim couldn't. He leaned forward and gave one of Surtr's toes a hard bite to make the dusky leg in his grasp buck. His sock suddenly felt warm and Niles smiled as he realized his former king had once again “boiled over”.
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It said something that he could still feel Surtr's red-hot seed through those special socks that Lyon had granted him. During their time together Niles had given Surtr's soles more than a few tongue-lashings to simply to pass the time. Surtr in turn had pulled Niles into his lap and spent a solid day and a half slurping his thick tongue up and down Niles' tanned 11s. Back in Nohr, the sun was scarce so the thief had made sure getting plenty of it yet avoiding tanlines had been one of his priorities with those royal retainer privileges.
Surtr has repeatedly shown his lustful appreciation for how rosy it had made Niles‘ soles. The fiendish giant took enjoyment in tongue-bathing them until he'd managed to strip the poor peets of every single bit of hardness. By the time Surtr had grown bored of this forced spa treatment Niles would be left gasping and tear-stained. He'd left the lightfooted thief with soles so soft and sensitive that even placing them on the ground had the one-eyes rogue collapsing into a pile of snorting giggles. Now, these thick socks were the only way that Lyon and the others could get any use out of Niles’ mean-streak without wheeling him to victims. He'd grown used to it and enjoyed how the silky material tickled greatly upon the skin of his victims.
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On the other end, Julius' toes danced along Surtr's nose and had the big-n-bulky tickle bitch trying to shake his head away from the sadistic little twink tootsies. Surtr bit into the strip of cloth forced between his teeth with enough power to break bones but could still do nothing. Lyon's big toe swirled about inside his navel to distract him, but what the tickler-turned-ticklee king noticed more was how two of his torturers had suspiciously stopped.
Soren was trying to keep a straight face while Lyon and Julius discussed where to send a recently returned detachment of tickle bugs. While Lyon suggested rewarding the monsters for their capture of the heroes Nina and Ophelia, Julius wanted them to set out and capture that blasted Ced who'd been attacking prisoner transports. Niles eyed the small foot of Soren that had gotten lost beneath the table. He'd felt it playing in his silver hair and had seized it by the ankle. His first instinct had been to give each and every one of its fearfully-curled toes a sharp nip for bothering him, but he knew that he would receive a harsh punishment for it. Currently, it looked as if the actual Soren was in control of this ticklish little thing he had...so he supposed that maybe he was supposed to give it a working over?
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He brought a finger dangerously close to Soren's scared little toes, but thought better of it and released the foot at the last second. Instead, he thought of something else. Since his betters were currently using their feet to caress and torment the man's face, his great chest was now left unattended. Niles grinned to himself; he had been a thief long enough to know what he was expected to do with chests.
Normally he’d need a special set of lockpicks tools but his host had graciously provided the best tool. Niles pulled down his trousers and made sure to give Surtr a show of revealing every inch of his jiggly, brown buns. He sat down hard on that great veiny volcano with a guttural moan, sliding down easily thanks to what was left from the last eruption. Once he was seated comfortably he looked over the blushing brute and set about digging his woolen footsies under the King's great titties. The sensation of his naughty toes wiggling in there plus the molten pillar pushing against his prostate had Niles gasping, but he still daintily kept his fingers clasped right at the tip of his own cock. Denial made everything better after all.
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Surtr roared like a demon beneath the cloaked table but, thanks to various magics infused into it, his torment was perfectly silenced so the mages could proceede with their cordial discussion. Below the table, their great prisoner thrashed and roiled due to the woolen assault on his chest and warm cavern his cock had been consumed by. Soren, totally oblivious to this, carried on with his suggestion to Lyon of a new tickle beast, as well as whom he believed would be its ideal target. Julius would have normally scoffed at the absurd idea of a captured rabbit-man being useful, but he was currently forced to cover his mouth and trying to hide his flushing cheeks. It seemed his toes had wandered a bit too close to Surtr's mouth and were now his prisoner, caught between the teeth that protruded over the cloth muffling Surtr's howls.
Niles could swear the force of Surtr firing off a gusher actually managed to lift him a bit, but he'd always had a flair for the dramatic. He craned his neck back to see the mess that his captive big dummy had made of his own thighs but missed the sight of Julius worming his ticklish toesies out of the hole they'd ended up in. The tender digits slipped free none the worse for the wear but a bit damp. Niles fluffed his socks all over the mountainous man he had at his mercy and enjoyed the way the great red cock inside him twitched as the titties outside bounced. Using the comically-thick socks to pat and stroke all along the comically-thick madman beneath him had Niles glad he was doing this hands-free. He would need both to keep his own weasel from going “pop”.
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The reddened Julius regained his composure above the table and pitched aloud an idea about how he'd like a servant; someone he could make wear frilly dresses and tease into a puddle. Lyon saw through him and clearly stated that the blue-haired young lord of Chalphy down in the dungeon would not serve that function. Julius stomped his foot down beneath the enchanted table in frustration. It wasn't very strong but it was enough to distract Niles and let his greasy manhood slip. It sprayed with enough strength that Niles felt as if he had turned to butter. He slipped off Surtr's thick cock easily and collapsed into a sticky heap, using one of the girthy thighs as a pillow.
The magical properties of the table allowed the three young sorcerers above it to move their legs to fantastical places, and this is what happened as the three pairs of manicured feet descended and began dancing their toes all along Surtr's neglected other thigh. With his torment having moved south, Niles had a moment to admire Surtr's cock. Even while streaked with its own seed, it was still standing tall with no signs of having softened. He had to wonder if this fiery ruler was more beast than man.
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"Well if there's one thing a beast hates, it's being teased. Isn't right you great sexy ape?"
Niles raised one socked foot and waved it back and forth teasingly as he snuggled deeper into this nice nest he'd made in the great king's thigh gap. He wiggled his toes as best he could beneath the drab gray fabric but didn't feel that was enough. He wished he could go bare, but Surtr had been brutal enough on his tootsies in their time together that feeling warm skin under his peds would have Niles woofing in laughter.
He settled for dragging a big toe up and down the length of Surtr's great red shaft. More semen spurted from the top and Niles was all too happy to use it to paint the great organ he was teasing. He brought his foot and began using the whole socked form to fluff and scrub the head of Surtr's cock, which was quite messy due to their games. He cooed into the thigh he was resting on and enjoyed how it twitched beneath him. That earned it a sharp bite from the eye-patched sadist who smiled wide at the reaction that got.
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Back in the land above the table, Soren made an impassioned plea to be allowed some resources and go apprehend a former ally he had in mind. He'd need quite a few beasts to keep Ike busy but he was confident that he could distract him with the power that Ashunera had given him. At least that's what the dark chaos god in his head made his body say. Much like the hosts of the other two beings at this table. Soren's actual consciousness had little control here besides having all "unfavorable" sensations shifted into him. In a dark room that wasn't quite of this world, he sat upon a cold - and at this point quite crowded - stone throne.
Julius snapped his fingers and a dark serpentine dragon curled around the short tactician. Their forked tongues teased their way into his desperately clamped armpits despite how much the bony treat tried to stop him. Soren kicked his legs wildly as his ungroomed little pitties became salt licks through his robes. They flailed wildly down in Niles domain and actually struck him across the back of the head in their frenzy. This made Niles accidentally slide his foot too far Surtr's cock, and then an amusing coincidence happened. Niles didn't notice at first as the cock slipped as he was too busy giving Soren's little curled toes a tongue-lashing.
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However, when Niles realized what had happened he instantly went ashen. His formerly safe woolen sock had decided to take on a hitchhiker. He could feel its wet run along his sole leaving behind a warm and wet snail trail until it was amongst his toes. Just the feeling of Surtr's cock sharing the sock with his ultra-sensitive foot had Niles whooping with laughter as he tried to slip himself free. Unfortunately for wittle Niles his lieges’ feet descended upon him now like a swarm of locusts.
Their toes danced along his chin and neck as he tried to swat them away and Surtr's penis got more comfortable under the material until, finally, it released again. Niles's eye bulged in its socket at the feeling of the hot cum surging through his toes and down the back. Just the feeling of it had him beating his fist into the ground and belly laughing. He hissed as a metallic clink secured his wrist to the ground and left him trapped there. His free hand reached to try and pull the sock off his foot but was just short of reaching it, instead just brushing its fingertips along the material and further stimulating Surtr into yet another release. Through tears, Niles cursed Surtr for still having enough wherewithal to get him trapped like this.
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Little did Niles know that Surtr had no idea what was going on right now as all he could was do shake his massive frame in ticklish agony. Ghostly hands had been ravaging his frame in the dark, counting each and every ab and rib he had over and over. One had been lightly tracing a finger all about his neck and along the veins that bulged there as he pulled at his bonds with all his might. Above the table, Lyon sighed contentedly as he waved his finger back and forth to further tease his big tickle pet beneath the table with spectral hands. This meeting had become a disaster because of his comrades.
Soren had summoned a pair of spectral birds who were now pecking at the ears of a giggling Julius. He'd tried to smack them away but his hands had simply gone right through them so now he was simply slumped over the table in a mess of crimson hair as they nibbled away. Soren had yet to manage to get free of the spawns of Loptous wrapped around him and instead tried to hold back the laughter from his pittie tonguing. His pale cheeks bulged and Lyon ached to simply go over there and drive a finger into them to make them pop.
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He settled for running his soles up and down over Surtr's red face. Enjoying the light tickles his beard gave the balls of his feet. He dreamed of this charade being over so he could retire to his chambers. There he'd be greeted by the sight of five pairs of proud size 12 feet, lavishing attention on two shy sets of size 8s. He'd plop himself down between all of his lovely Ephraims and his two backup hosts. Fomortiis would lay back and let all of his needy little pups suckle and whine all over his form, begging him to remove the blindfolds he'd had on them for months. He'd tell them they'd have to make him then sit back as he left that Lyon to be ravaged and jumped into one of the others later. Once in awhile, he'd exit the host entirely and just take advantage of the whole bed of ticklish men until he'd left behind him a sea of spent princes.
He added a new layer to the torture though as he thought of taking all of his tickle puppies on their walkies with him to see a show. He'd heard about an old tradition in this castle and wanted to bring it back once he was finished here with this one. He supposed Julius and Soren were done actually talking as the two were both openly weeping in ticklish agony. Gods only knew what Ashunera and Loptous were doing as they left their hosts there to suffer in their place.
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Not knowing of Lyon's newfound resolve above, it came as a total shock to Surtr as magicked feathers were summoned to attack a part of the Muspellian King that as far as he'd known had gone untouched. The spectral plumes stroked and twirled all along his cock and due to their ethereal nature easily passed through the thick wool sock that it hid inside. This also meant however that Niles found his poor ultra-sensitive foot to be collateral damage as one plume buried itself between his index and middle toes to begin a fluffy death roll.
Niles went wild and fell back into thrashing spasms, dragging his rough nails all along Surtr's sturdy thighs and knees while the King howled into the gag between his teeth.
Unbeknownst to any of them though, Surtr's punishment was soon to get much worse. His massive feet had gone unattended for far too long. Despite this little realm being magically shielded, it was child’s play for two magically inclined vixens who'd previously served the man. Loki and Thorr hummed happy tunes as they produced two pairs of handcuffs and proceeded to shackle Niles' wrists to Surtr's ankles. The two then happily added fluffy feathers to the massive feet and shaking hands. Whenever fingers or toes curled they were quick to tease them open with pointed fingernails and husky cooing. Had anyone at the table been paying even the slightest bit of attention to anything anymore they would have noticed two pairs of big and meaty ladies feet protruding from under the table as the Jotun sisters had their fun. It was an intentional act by the pair as they truly wished someone would come along and wiggle their thick toes. They'd been extra mean to all the pets and servants in the castle in hopes of them trying for revenge.
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Lyon's toes finally managed to find their way through the bristly forest of Surtr's beard to begin tickling beneath the man chin as if he was just a muscular cat. Lyon thought the light teasing would have more effect, but it was just more noise to Surtr who was experiencing a sensory overload based from what was happening to his feet and abused cock. Had he been ungagged people in the next kingdom might have heard his cries for mercy, but the only soul who could recognize his broken body language was currently wailing as his hyper-sensitized footsie got another load of hot semen shot between his toes.
Niles and Surtr were doomed to almost another hour of being locked in this ticklish dance together. When Lyon finally grew bored of watching Soren and Julius devastate each other over pettiness, he found a nice and pliable new oversized slave laying panting underneath him. Surtr shook with terror as Lyon ordered him off to the baths but it was all to make sure that he was ready for the finale.
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Lyon reclined in his throne over the dancer's pit. It had taken a bit of getting used to when his five, well-trained Ephraims had all wanted to crowd into his lap and whine for their master's touch, but now they took turns under threat of sharing the fate of the two Lyons. Bound head-to-toe in thick rubber bindings, the two lilac-haired backups were cut off from the world by silken blindfolds, gags, and even earplugs. The only sensation they could experience besides sweating inside their prison was feeling their sensitive ears being played with between the toes of the version of them whom Fomortiis currently inhabited. They'd been forced down on their knees so that occasionally their upturned bare soles could be peppered with kisses by the Ephraims as well.
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Lyon looked over his court of slaves and saw similar situations with his allies playing with their favored slaves. Soren had the new, feral version of the former Twinkle Toes curled in his lap where the curious dragon prince continued to snuffle at the wind mage’s cock through his robes. His slight feet were pleasured and occasionally tickled by the still-twitching Sothe who was just happy to be out of the piano.
Julius was kept amused by the cloud of floating body parts around him. Whenever he snapped his fingers a different disembodied tickle part belonging to either Ares, Leif or Eldigan would float itself beneath his claws for ravaging, while the heads of the crusaders howled in laughter from where their faces were being smothered by Julius' small soles.
Even Byleth kept himself happy repeatedly ordering his Hubert to give him a twirl and show off the frilly maid outfit that had been prepared for him.
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Lyon couldn't really blame them. This dancer in the pit wasn't light on his feet at all. They'd given him five or six chances now and each time he'd stumbled and been pulled against the bars along the floor by the starving prisoners down below. All those muscles and the tickly idiot was still falling victim to Soleil's expert tickling. Lyon supposed that giving the girl two new friends down there to whip into shape had made her too good at this. But what other use would he have for Nina and Ophelia?
It was okay though. Surtr would go down in that pit every day, more than once if he had too. Lyon would see his beefy slave dance perfectly for him no matter how many times he had to watch him fail. He looked down as Surtr's cock shot a wad high all over himself. How humiliating. A king doing that from just being tickled. Lyon licked his lips and sat back in his throne while just thinking one thing.
"Perfect."
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Rockraverinfection said the following:
"So let me begin by saying that I'm glad that our takeover was so quick. Julius and Soren, I'm glad you've both seen things my way."
"Ahaha Lyon you speak as if we were given a choice. I saw first hand how convincing you could be. I'm sure he has a similar story."
Despite what Julius said Soren actually didn't have a story about Lyon lavishing him with personal attention.
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The petite wind mage had spent most of his time since his capture buried out in the garden up to his chin, at the mercy of many Hel's monsters and tickle plants. Twinkle-Toes had originally come to check on him almost daily and to play with what they both out found were his ticklish lips. However after the "Regime Change", Corrin had found a new place in Lyon's roster of pets and Soren had been forgotten for a while and left to grow with the foliage.
Hel's enchanted plants were quick to take him. The dandelions had helped themselves to his ears. With their slight slight bristles stroking around inside the cups of his sensitive organs, Soren had been quick to lose track of time. He related this to his new "comrades" who listened with great interest as they sipped upon their tea.
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The one who listened the most intently though wasn't at the table. Instead, he was beneath it. His massive frame was tied down with chains. Despite the thick muscles of the giant man's arms and thighs though he firmly bound down to the ground. Because of this, Surtr could do absolutely about the various pairs of petite feet dragging their small toes all along his massive chest while their owners idly chatted. They conversed and sipped their tea while beneath the table their toes stroked and poked all along Surtr's rippling chest.
Lyon played his big toes along Surtr's abdominals riding each muscle up and down as the big man shook beneath the chains that kept him down. Lyon could feel the shaking through his long soles and delighted in the feeling coming up his gangly legs.
In contrast, Julius' toes skittered themselves roughly like the fingernails of a sloppy demon all along with the mad king's volcanic nipples. He'd alternate between sliding his entire petite sole up the strong nub while giggling into his tea and clasping it between his toes to wiggle it back and forth.
The one having the most difficulty was Soren their newest addition. The scrawny mage had been given a certain medallion to help with his strength but still as his small feet scrabbled about in the valley between Surtr's pectorals he wasn't sure if he was tickling himself more with the bristly chest hair that had wound between his toes. Surtr's gag was the only thing keeping begging specifically to Soren though as unbeknownst to all in here but one, he had stumbled on one of the brute of a man's sweetest tickle spots.
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As the three possessed mages spoke onwards of their plans they rotated strategies seemingly randomly to further tease and confound Surtr. Having to try to anticipate each application of Lyon's sadism, Julius' frenzy and Soren's hesitant pokes was preventing him from being able to build any kind of resistance whatsoever to the tickles that his former toys were visiting upon him. Beneath the table was kept pitch black so deposed King Surtr had no idea that he was being rotated to allow each of his patrons to keep attacking each new spot so quickly.
The three discussed new plans to capture heroes with Julius giving an update on the specter that he'd dispatched to Castle Askr as a test to see if it could bring back a sickly healer that he'd selected. Soren discussed a hex he'd placed on the Nohrian prince that he'd released and how it would remain dormant until he came in contact with a family member. Lyon nodded and grinned while imagining both scenarios. He hadn't been idle himself either.
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Under Loki's advice, he'd had the foolish dancer Twinkle-Toes and that white-haired tactician they'd captured both driven mad with tickles so as to capture a pair of dragons inside their fractured minds. He'd sent the two out on a mission to find a certain powerful prince himself and capture that Boar for him. There was also his secret weapon slumbering away in a bed up in the tower. Hubert was tending to the Dream-King's statuesque feet in his sleep to slowly poison the fairy's mind into spreading the tickles out into the dream world for him.
Surtr under normal circumstances would have loved each and every one of these plans however right now his mind was full of only the dreadful tickles he would have been all too happy to inflict on each of the four dastards driving him mad right now. The worst though was the filthy pest that had wrapped himself all around Surtr's size 18 feet in the darkness. Niles owed Surtr quite a bit for their time inside that shared prison. Most of it had been being at Surtr's mercy. Even as he dragged a finger through the dense forest of the king's thick toes his head was filled to all the times the king had chewed his belly like taffy or taken a horsehair brush to his asscheeks.
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Niles had been all too eager to leap at doing these new lords bidding if it would save him a trip to the baths. It hadn't and his supremely sensitized skin had made the experience hellish. However, the sting had definitely been healed by how much fun all his new duties were. Whether it was tending to the squishy sides of all of his new masters or taking helping in the trophy hall, the newly brainwashed yet still sadistic Niles was in love with his work. Being given an opportunity to pay back Surtr now? Could it get any better?
He ran his sock-clad feet all along Surtr's thighs and admired the muscles bulging in there that were the size of his head. Surtr pulled at his chains hard enough for them to audibly creak but that did was make Niles laugh aloud since his gagged victim couldn't. He leaned forward and gave one of Surtr's toes a hard bite to make the dusky leg in his grasp buck. His sock suddenly felt warm and Niles smiled as he realized his former king had boiled over.
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It said something that he could still feel Surtr's red-hot seed through those special socks that Lyon had granted him. During their time together Niles had given Surtr's soles more than a few tongue-lashing's to simply to pass the time Surtr had pulled Niles into his lap and spent a solid day and a half slurping his thick tongue up and down Niles' tanned 11's. Back in Nohr, the sun was scarce so the thief had made sure getting plenty of it yet avoiding tanlines had been one of his priorities with those royal retainer privileges.
Surtr had appreciated that as it had made Niles rosy soles so much more enjoyable as he'd tongue bathed them until he'd managed to strip the poor peets of every single bit of hardness. When Surtr had grown bored of this forced spa day Niles had been gasping and tear-stained. He'd left the lightfooted thief with soles so soft and sensitive that even placing them to the ground had him collapsing into a pile of giggles and snorts. The thick socks were the only way that Lyon and the others could get any use out of Niles mean-streak without wheeling him to victims. He'd grown used to it and enjoyed how the material tickled greatly upon the skin of his victims.
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Upon the other end, Julius' toes danced along Surtr's nose and had the big bulky tickle bitch trying to shake his head away from the sadistic little twink tootsies. Surtr bit into the strip of cloth forced between his teeth with enough power to break bones but could still do nothing. Lyon's big swirled about inside his navel to distract him but what the tickle king turn tickled king noticed the most was how two of his torturers had stopped.
Soren was trying to keep a straight face while Lyon and Julius discussed where to send a recently returned detachment of tickle bugs. While Lyon suggested rewarding the monsters for their capture of the heroes Nina and Ophelia, Julius wanted them to set out and capture that blasted Ced who'd been attacking prisoner transports. Niles eyed the small foot of Soren that had gotten lost beneath the table. He'd felt it playing in his silver hair and had seized it by the ankle. His first instinct had been to give each and every one of it's currently fearfully curled toes a sharp nip for bothering him but he knew that he would receive a harsh punishment for it. Currently, it looked as if the actual Soren was in control of this ticklish little thing he had so he supposed that, maybe he was supposed to give it a working over?
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He brought a finger dangerously close to Soren's scared little toes but thought better of it and released the foot. Instead, he thought of something else. Since his betters were currently using their feet to caress and torment the man's face, his great chest was now left unattended. Niles had been a thief long enough to know what he was expected to do with chests.
He'd need a special set of lockpicks tools though. Thankfully his host had provided the best tool. Niles pulled down his trousers and made sure to give Surtr a show of revealing every inch of jiggly brown buns. He sat down hard on that great veiny volcano and let out a guttural moan as he slid down easily thanks to what was left from the last eruption. Once he was sat comfortably he looked over the now blushing brute and set about digging his woolen footsies in under the King's great titties. The feeling of his naughty toes in there plus the great pillar pushing against his prostate had Niles gasping as well but he still daintily kept his fingers clasped right at the tip of his cock. Denial made everything better after all.
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Surtr roared like a demon beneath the cloaked table but thanks to various magics worked upon it, the mages were able to have a continued and calm discussion due to not hearing a thing. Below the table, their great prisoner thrashed and roiled due to the woolen assault on his chest and warm cavern his cock had been consumed by. Above though Soren calmy suggested to Lyon a new tickle beast and whom he believed would be its ideal target. Julius would have normally reacted with scorn at the very idea of a captured rabbit man being of use but he was currently covering his mouth and trying to hide his flushed cheeks because of how his toes had wandered a bit too close to Surtr's mouth and were now his prisoner, caught between the teeth that protruded over the strip that muffled Surtr's voice
Niles could swear the force of Surtr firing off a gusher actually managed to lift him but he'd always had a flair for the dramatic. He craned his neck back to see the mess that his captive big dummy had made of his own thighs but missed the sight of Julius worming his ticklish toesies out of the hole they'd ended up in. The tender digits slipped free none the worse for the wear but a bit damp. Niles fluffed his socks all over the mountainous man he had at his mercy and enjoyed the way the great red cock inside him twitched as the titties outside bounced. Using the almost comically thick socks to pat and stroke all along the almost comically thick madman beneath him had Niles glad he was doing this hands-free. He needed both to keep his own weasel from going pop.
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The reddened Julius regained his composure above the table and pitched aloud an idea about how he'd like a servant. Someone he could make wear frilly dresses and tease into a puddle. Lyon saw through him and clearly stated that the blue-haired young lord of Chalphy down in the dungeon was not for that. Julius stomped his foot down beneath the enchanted table in frustration. It wasn't very strong but it was enough to distract Niles long enough to let his greasy manhood slip. It sprayed with enough strength that Niles felt as if he turned to butter. He slipped off Surtr's thick cock easily and collapsed into a sticky heap using one of the girthy thighs as a pillow.
The magical properties of the table allowed the three young sorcerer's above it to move their legs to fantastical places and this is what happened as the three pairs of manicured feet descended and began dancing their toes all along Surtr's neglected other thigh. In the midst of his torment having moved south, Niles had to admire that still standing though streaked with its own seed, Surtr's cock showed no signs of having softened. He had to wonder if this was a beast more than a man.
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"Well if there's one thing a beast hates, it's being teased. Isn't right you great sexy ape?"
Niles raised one socked foot and waved it back and forth teasingly as he snuggled deeper into this nice nest he'd made in the great king's thigh gap. He wiggled his toes as best he could beneath the drab gray fabric but didn't feel that was enough. He wished he could go bare but Surtr had been brutal enough on his tootsies in their time together that now simple along his peds had Niles woofing in laughter.
He settled for dragging a big toe up and then down the length of Surtr's great red shaft. More semen spurted from the top and Niles was all too happy to use it to paint the great organ he was teasing. He brought his foot and began using the whole socked form to fluff and scrub the head of Surtr's cock which was quite messy due to their games. He cooed into the thigh he was resting on and enjoyed how it twitched beneath him. That earned it a sharp bite from the eye-patched sadist who smiled wide at the reaction that got.
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Back in the land above the table, Soren made an impassioned plea to be allowed to use some resources to go and catch a certain someone. He'd need quite a few beasts to keep Ike busy but he was confident that he could distract him with the power that Ashunera had given him. At least that's what the dark chaos god in his head made his body say. Much like the hosts of the other two beings at this table. Soren's actual consciousness had little control here besides having all "unfavorable" sensations shifted into him. In a dark room that wasn't quite of this world, he sat upon a cold and at this point quite crowded stone throne.
Julius snapped his fingers and a dark serpentine dragon curled around the short tactician. Their forked tongues teased their way into his desperately clamped armpits despite how much the bony treat tried to stop him. Soren kicked his legs wildly as his ungroomed little pitties became salt licks through his robes. They flailed wildly down in Niles domain and actually struck him across the back of the head in their frenzy. This made Niles accidentally slide his foot too far Surtr's cock and then an amusing coincidence happened. Niles didn't notice at first as the cock slipped as he was too busy giving Soren's little curled toes a tongue lashing.
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However, when Niles realized what had happened he went pale. His formerly safe woolen sock had decided to take on a hitchhiker. He could feel it's wet run along his sole leaving behind a warm and wet snail trail until it was amongst his toes. Just the feeling of Surtr's cock sharing the sock with his ultra-sensitive foot had Niles whooping with laughter as he trier to slip himself free. Unfortunately for Nilesie though his lieges feet descended upon him now like a swarm of locusts.
Their toes danced along his chin and neck as he tried to swat them away and as Surtr's penis got more comfortable under the material until finally, it released again. Niles's eye bulged in its socket at the feeling of the hot cum surging through his toes and down the back. Just the feeling of it had him beating his fist into the ground and belly laughing. He hissed as a metallic clink secured his wrist to the ground and left him trapped there. His free hand reached to try and pull the sock off his foot but was just short of reaching it, instead just brushing its fingertips along the material and further stimulating Surtr into yet another release. Through tears, Niles cursed Surtr for still having enough wherewithal to get him trapped like this.
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Little did Niles know that Surtr had no idea what was going on right now as all he could was do shake his massive frame in ticklish agony. Ghostly hands had been ravaging his frame in the dark, counting each and every ab and rib he had over and over. One had been lightly tracing a finger all about his neck and along the veins that bulged there as he pulled at his bonds with all his might. Above the table, Lyon sighed contentedly as he waved his finger back and forth to further tease his big tickle pet beneath the table with spectral hands. This meeting had become a disaster because of his comrades.
Soren had summoned a pair of spectral birds who were now pecking at the ears of a giggling Julius. He'd tried to smack them away but his hands had simply gone right through them so now he was simply slumped over the table in a mess of crimson hair as they nibbled away. Soren had yet to manage to get free of the spawns of Loptous wrapped around him and instead tried to hold back the laughter from his pittie tonguing. His pale cheeks bulged and Lyon ached to simply go over there and drive a finger into them to make them pop.
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He settled for running his soles up and down over Surtr's red face. Enjoying the light tickles his beard gave the balls of his feet. He dreamed of this charade being over so he could retire to his chambers. Opening the doors he'd be greeted by the sight of five pairs of proud size 12 feet lavishing attention on two shy sets of size 8's. He'd plop himself down between all of his lovely Ephraim's and his two back up hosts. Fomortiis would lay back and let all of his needy little pups suckle and whine all over his form. Begging him to remove the blindfold's he'd had on them for months. He'd tell them they'd have to make him then sit back as he left that Lyon to be ravaged and jumped into one of the others later. Once in awhile, he'd exit the host entirely and just take advantage of the whole bed of ticklish men until he'd left behind him a sea of spent prince's.
He added a new layer to though as he thought of taking all of his tickle puppies on their walkies with him to see a show. He'd heard about an old tradition in this castle and wanted to bring it back once he was finished here with this one. He supposed Julius and Soren were done actually talking as the two were both openly weeping in ticklish agony. Gods only knew what Ashunera and Loptous were doing as they left their hosts there to suffer for them.
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Not knowing of Lyon's newfound resolve above, it came as a total shock to Surtr as magicked feathers were summoned to attack a part of the Muspellian King that as far as he'd known had gone untouched. The spectral plumes stroked and twirled all along his cock and due to their ethereal nature easily passed through the thick wool sock that it hid inside. This also meant however that Niles found his poor ultra-sensitive foot to be collateral damage as one plume buried itself between his index and middle toes to begin a fluffy death roll.
Niles went wild and fell back into thrashing spasm's dragging his rough nails all along Surtr's sturdy thighs and knees while the King howled into the gag between his teeth.
Unbeknownst to any of them though Surtr's punishment was soon to get worse. His massive feet had gone unattended for far too long. Despite this little realm being magically shielded it was childs play for two magically inclined vixens who'd previously served the man. Loki and Thorr hummed happy tunes as they produced two pairs of handcuffs and proceeded to shackle Niles's wrists to Surtr's ankles. The two then happily added fluffy feathers to the massive feet and shaking hands. Whenever fingers or toes curled they were quick to tease them open with pointed fingernails and husky cooing. Had anyone at the table been paying even the slightest bit of attention to anything anymore they would have noticed two pairs of big and meaty ladies feet protruding from under the table as the Jotun sisters had their fun. It was an intentional act by the pair as they truly wished someone would come along and wiggle their thick toes. They'd been extra mean to all the pets and servants in the castle in hopes of them trying for revenge.
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Lyon's toes finally managed to find their way through the bristly forest of Surtr's beard to begin tickling beneath the man chin as if he was just a muscular cat. Lyon though the light teasing would have more effect it was just more noise to Surtr who was going through sensory overload based on what was happening with his feet and abused cock. Had he been ungagged people in the next kingdom would have heard his cries for mercy but as it was the only who could recognize the body language of the broken was wailing as his hyper-sensitized footsie got another load of hot semen shot between his toes.
Niles and Surtr were doomed to almost another hour of being locked in this ticklish dance together. When Lyon finally grew bored of watching Soren and Julius devastate each other over pettiness and checked on them he found a nice and pliable new oversized slave. Surtr shook with terror as Lyon ordered him off to the baths but it was all to make sure that he was ready for the finale.
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Lyon reclined in his throne over the dancer's pit. It had taken a bit of getting used to when all five of his well trained Ephraim's had wanted to crowd into his lap and whine for their master's touch but now they took turns under threat of sharing the fate of the two Lyon's. Bound head to toe in thick rubber bindings the two back-hosts were cut-off from the world by silken blindfolds, gags, and even earplugs. The only sensation the two could experience besides sweating inside their prison was feeling their sensitive ears be played with between the toes of the version of them that Fomortiis currently inhabited. They'd been forced down on there knee's so that occasionally their upturned bare soles could be peppered with kisses by the Ephraim's.
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Lyon looked over his court of slaves and saw similar situations with his allies playing with their favored slaves. Soren had the new feral version of the former Twinkle Toes curled in his lap where the curious dragon prince continued to snuffle at the wind mages cock through his robes. His slight feet were pleasured and occasionally tickled by the still twitching Sothe who was happy to be out of the piano.
Julius was kept amused by the cloud of floating body parts around him. Whenever he snapped his fingers a different disembodied tickle part belonging to either Ares, Leif or Eldigan would float itself beneath his claws for ravaging while the heads of the crusaders howled in laughter from where their faces were being smothered by Julius' small soles.
Even Byleth kept himself happy repeatedly ordering his Hubert to give him a twirl and show off the frilly maid outfit that had been prepared for him.
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Lyon couldn't really blame them. This dancer in the pit wasn't light on his feet at all. They'd given him five or six chances now and each time he'd stumbled and been pulled against the bars along the floor by the starving prisoners down below. All those muscles and the tickly idiot was still falling victim to Soleil's expert tickling. Lyon supposed that giving the girl two new friends down there to whip into shape had made her too good at this. But what other use would he have for Nina and Ophelia?
It was okay though. Surtr would go down in that pit every day, more than once if he had too. Lyon would see his beefy slave dance perfectly for him no matter how many times he had to watch him fail. He looked down as Surtr's cock shot a wad high all over himself. How humiliating. A king doing that from just being tickled. Lyon licked his lips and sat back in his throne while just thinking one thing.
"Perfect."
"Ahaha Lyon you speak as if we were given a choice. I saw firsthand how convincing you could be. I'm sure he has a similar story."
Despite what Julius claimed, Soren actually didn't have a story about Lyon lavishing him with personal attention.
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Since his capture the petite wind mage had spent most of his time buried out in the garden, up to his chin and at the mercy of Hel's many monsters and tickle plants. Twinkle-Toes had originally come to check on him almost daily and to play with what they both out found were his ticklish lips. After the "Regime Change" however, Corrin had found a new place in Lyon's roster of pets while Soren had been forgotten for a while and left to grow with the foliage.
Hel's enchanted plants were quick to take him, the dandelions in particular helping themselves to his ears. With their slight slight bristles stroking around inside the cups of his sensitive extremities, Soren had been quick to lose all track of time. He attributed this to his new "comrades" who listened with great interest as they sipped upon their tea.
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The one who listened the most intently though wasn't at the table. Instead, he and his massive frame were beneath it, tied down with chains. Despite the thick muscles of the giant man's arms and thighs he was firmly bound down to the ground. Because of this, Surtr could do absolutely about the various pairs of petite feet dragging their small toes all along his massive chest while their owners idly chatted. They conversed and sipped their tea while beneath the table their toes stroked and poked all along Surtr's rippling chest.
Lyon‘s big toes danced along Surtr's abdominals, riding each muscle up and down as the big man shook beneath the chains that kept him down. Lyon could feel the shaking through his long soles and delighted in the feeling coming up his gangly legs.
In contrast, Julius' toes skittered themselves roughly like the fingernails of a sloppy demon all along with the mad king's volcanic nipples. He'd alternate between sliding his entire petite sole up the strong nub while giggling into his tea and clasping it between his toes to wiggle it back and forth.
The one having the most difficulty was Soren, their newest addition. The scrawny mage had been given a certain medallion to help with his strength, but still as his small feet scrabbled about in the valley between Surtr's pectorals he wasn't sure if he was tickling himself more with the bristly chest hair that had wound between his toes. Surtr's gag was the only thing keeping begging specifically to Soren though as unbeknownst to all in here but one, he had stumbled on one of the brute of a man's sweetest tickle spots.
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As the three possessed mages spoke onwards of their plans they rotated strategies seemingly randomly to further tease and confound Surtr. Having to try to anticipate each application of Lyon's sadism, Julius' frenzy and Soren's hesitant pokes was preventing him from being able to build any kind of resistance whatsoever to the tickles that his former toys were visiting upon him. Everything beneath the table was kept pitch black, so deposed King Surtr had no idea that he was being rotated to allow each of his patrons to keep attacking each new spot so quickly.
The three shared new plans to capture heroes, such as Julius giving an update on the specter that he'd dispatched to Castle Askr as a test to see if it could bring back a certain sickly healer he'd selected. Soren revealed the hex he'd placed on the Nohrian prince that he'd released and how it would remain dormant until he came in contact with a family member. Lyon nodded and grinned while imagining both scenarios. He hadn't been idle himself either.
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Under Loki's advice, he'd had the foolish dancer Twinkle-Toes and that white-haired tactician they'd captured both driven mad with tickles so as to capture a pair of dragons inside their fractured minds. He'd sent the two out on a mission to find a certain powerful prince himself and capture that Boar for him. Then there was his secret weapon slumbering away in a bed up in the tower. Hubert was tending to the Dream-King's statuesque feet in his sleep to slowly poison the fairy's mind into spreading the tickles out into the dream world for him.
Surtr under normal circumstances would have loved each and every one of these plans, however right now his mind was full of only the dreadful tickles he would have been all too happy to inflict on each of the four dastards driving him mad right now. The worst though was the filthy pest that had wrapped himself all around Surtr's size 18 feet in the darkness. Niles owed Surtr quite a bit for their time inside that shared prison. The trickster had spent most of it being at Surtr's complete mercy. Even as he dragged a finger through the dense forest of the king's thick toes, his head was filled with all the times the king had chewed his belly like taffy or taken a horsehair brush to his asscheeks.
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Niles had been all too eager to leap at doing these new lords’ bidding if it saved him a trip to the baths. It hadn't in the end, and his supremely sensitized skin had made the whole experience quite hellish. However, the sting had definitely been healed by how much fun all his new duties were. Whether it was tending to the squishy sides of all his new masters or helping out in the trophy hall, the newly brainwashed yet still sadistic Niles had fallen in love with his work. Being given an opportunity to pay back Surtr now on top of all that? Could it get any better?
He ran his sock-clad feet all along Surtr's thighs and admired the muscles bulging in there that were the size of his head. Surtr pulled at his chains hard enough for them to audibly creak but all that did was make Niles laugh aloud since his gagged victim couldn't. He leaned forward and gave one of Surtr's toes a hard bite to make the dusky leg in his grasp buck. His sock suddenly felt warm and Niles smiled as he realized his former king had once again “boiled over”.
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It said something that he could still feel Surtr's red-hot seed through those special socks that Lyon had granted him. During their time together Niles had given Surtr's soles more than a few tongue-lashings to simply to pass the time. Surtr in turn had pulled Niles into his lap and spent a solid day and a half slurping his thick tongue up and down Niles' tanned 11s. Back in Nohr, the sun was scarce so the thief had made sure getting plenty of it yet avoiding tanlines had been one of his priorities with those royal retainer privileges.
Surtr has repeatedly shown his lustful appreciation for how rosy it had made Niles‘ soles. The fiendish giant took enjoyment in tongue-bathing them until he'd managed to strip the poor peets of every single bit of hardness. By the time Surtr had grown bored of this forced spa treatment Niles would be left gasping and tear-stained. He'd left the lightfooted thief with soles so soft and sensitive that even placing them on the ground had the one-eyes rogue collapsing into a pile of snorting giggles. Now, these thick socks were the only way that Lyon and the others could get any use out of Niles’ mean-streak without wheeling him to victims. He'd grown used to it and enjoyed how the silky material tickled greatly upon the skin of his victims.
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On the other end, Julius' toes danced along Surtr's nose and had the big-n-bulky tickle bitch trying to shake his head away from the sadistic little twink tootsies. Surtr bit into the strip of cloth forced between his teeth with enough power to break bones but could still do nothing. Lyon's big toe swirled about inside his navel to distract him, but what the tickler-turned-ticklee king noticed more was how two of his torturers had suspiciously stopped.
Soren was trying to keep a straight face while Lyon and Julius discussed where to send a recently returned detachment of tickle bugs. While Lyon suggested rewarding the monsters for their capture of the heroes Nina and Ophelia, Julius wanted them to set out and capture that blasted Ced who'd been attacking prisoner transports. Niles eyed the small foot of Soren that had gotten lost beneath the table. He'd felt it playing in his silver hair and had seized it by the ankle. His first instinct had been to give each and every one of its fearfully-curled toes a sharp nip for bothering him, but he knew that he would receive a harsh punishment for it. Currently, it looked as if the actual Soren was in control of this ticklish little thing he had...so he supposed that maybe he was supposed to give it a working over?
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He brought a finger dangerously close to Soren's scared little toes, but thought better of it and released the foot at the last second. Instead, he thought of something else. Since his betters were currently using their feet to caress and torment the man's face, his great chest was now left unattended. Niles grinned to himself; he had been a thief long enough to know what he was expected to do with chests.
Normally he’d need a special set of lockpicks tools but his host had graciously provided the best tool. Niles pulled down his trousers and made sure to give Surtr a show of revealing every inch of his jiggly, brown buns. He sat down hard on that great veiny volcano with a guttural moan, sliding down easily thanks to what was left from the last eruption. Once he was seated comfortably he looked over the blushing brute and set about digging his woolen footsies under the King's great titties. The sensation of his naughty toes wiggling in there plus the molten pillar pushing against his prostate had Niles gasping, but he still daintily kept his fingers clasped right at the tip of his own cock. Denial made everything better after all.
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Surtr roared like a demon beneath the cloaked table but, thanks to various magics infused into it, his torment was perfectly silenced so the mages could proceede with their cordial discussion. Below the table, their great prisoner thrashed and roiled due to the woolen assault on his chest and warm cavern his cock had been consumed by. Soren, totally oblivious to this, carried on with his suggestion to Lyon of a new tickle beast, as well as whom he believed would be its ideal target. Julius would have normally scoffed at the absurd idea of a captured rabbit-man being useful, but he was currently forced to cover his mouth and trying to hide his flushing cheeks. It seemed his toes had wandered a bit too close to Surtr's mouth and were now his prisoner, caught between the teeth that protruded over the cloth muffling Surtr's howls.
Niles could swear the force of Surtr firing off a gusher actually managed to lift him a bit, but he'd always had a flair for the dramatic. He craned his neck back to see the mess that his captive big dummy had made of his own thighs but missed the sight of Julius worming his ticklish toesies out of the hole they'd ended up in. The tender digits slipped free none the worse for the wear but a bit damp. Niles fluffed his socks all over the mountainous man he had at his mercy and enjoyed the way the great red cock inside him twitched as the titties outside bounced. Using the comically-thick socks to pat and stroke all along the comically-thick madman beneath him had Niles glad he was doing this hands-free. He would need both to keep his own weasel from going “pop”.
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The reddened Julius regained his composure above the table and pitched aloud an idea about how he'd like a servant; someone he could make wear frilly dresses and tease into a puddle. Lyon saw through him and clearly stated that the blue-haired young lord of Chalphy down in the dungeon would not serve that function. Julius stomped his foot down beneath the enchanted table in frustration. It wasn't very strong but it was enough to distract Niles and let his greasy manhood slip. It sprayed with enough strength that Niles felt as if he had turned to butter. He slipped off Surtr's thick cock easily and collapsed into a sticky heap, using one of the girthy thighs as a pillow.
The magical properties of the table allowed the three young sorcerers above it to move their legs to fantastical places, and this is what happened as the three pairs of manicured feet descended and began dancing their toes all along Surtr's neglected other thigh. With his torment having moved south, Niles had a moment to admire Surtr's cock. Even while streaked with its own seed, it was still standing tall with no signs of having softened. He had to wonder if this fiery ruler was more beast than man.
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"Well if there's one thing a beast hates, it's being teased. Isn't right you great sexy ape?"
Niles raised one socked foot and waved it back and forth teasingly as he snuggled deeper into this nice nest he'd made in the great king's thigh gap. He wiggled his toes as best he could beneath the drab gray fabric but didn't feel that was enough. He wished he could go bare, but Surtr had been brutal enough on his tootsies in their time together that feeling warm skin under his peds would have Niles woofing in laughter.
He settled for dragging a big toe up and down the length of Surtr's great red shaft. More semen spurted from the top and Niles was all too happy to use it to paint the great organ he was teasing. He brought his foot and began using the whole socked form to fluff and scrub the head of Surtr's cock, which was quite messy due to their games. He cooed into the thigh he was resting on and enjoyed how it twitched beneath him. That earned it a sharp bite from the eye-patched sadist who smiled wide at the reaction that got.
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Back in the land above the table, Soren made an impassioned plea to be allowed some resources and go apprehend a former ally he had in mind. He'd need quite a few beasts to keep Ike busy but he was confident that he could distract him with the power that Ashunera had given him. At least that's what the dark chaos god in his head made his body say. Much like the hosts of the other two beings at this table. Soren's actual consciousness had little control here besides having all "unfavorable" sensations shifted into him. In a dark room that wasn't quite of this world, he sat upon a cold - and at this point quite crowded - stone throne.
Julius snapped his fingers and a dark serpentine dragon curled around the short tactician. Their forked tongues teased their way into his desperately clamped armpits despite how much the bony treat tried to stop him. Soren kicked his legs wildly as his ungroomed little pitties became salt licks through his robes. They flailed wildly down in Niles domain and actually struck him across the back of the head in their frenzy. This made Niles accidentally slide his foot too far Surtr's cock, and then an amusing coincidence happened. Niles didn't notice at first as the cock slipped as he was too busy giving Soren's little curled toes a tongue-lashing.
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However, when Niles realized what had happened he instantly went ashen. His formerly safe woolen sock had decided to take on a hitchhiker. He could feel its wet run along his sole leaving behind a warm and wet snail trail until it was amongst his toes. Just the feeling of Surtr's cock sharing the sock with his ultra-sensitive foot had Niles whooping with laughter as he tried to slip himself free. Unfortunately for wittle Niles his lieges’ feet descended upon him now like a swarm of locusts.
Their toes danced along his chin and neck as he tried to swat them away and Surtr's penis got more comfortable under the material until, finally, it released again. Niles's eye bulged in its socket at the feeling of the hot cum surging through his toes and down the back. Just the feeling of it had him beating his fist into the ground and belly laughing. He hissed as a metallic clink secured his wrist to the ground and left him trapped there. His free hand reached to try and pull the sock off his foot but was just short of reaching it, instead just brushing its fingertips along the material and further stimulating Surtr into yet another release. Through tears, Niles cursed Surtr for still having enough wherewithal to get him trapped like this.
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Little did Niles know that Surtr had no idea what was going on right now as all he could was do shake his massive frame in ticklish agony. Ghostly hands had been ravaging his frame in the dark, counting each and every ab and rib he had over and over. One had been lightly tracing a finger all about his neck and along the veins that bulged there as he pulled at his bonds with all his might. Above the table, Lyon sighed contentedly as he waved his finger back and forth to further tease his big tickle pet beneath the table with spectral hands. This meeting had become a disaster because of his comrades.
Soren had summoned a pair of spectral birds who were now pecking at the ears of a giggling Julius. He'd tried to smack them away but his hands had simply gone right through them so now he was simply slumped over the table in a mess of crimson hair as they nibbled away. Soren had yet to manage to get free of the spawns of Loptous wrapped around him and instead tried to hold back the laughter from his pittie tonguing. His pale cheeks bulged and Lyon ached to simply go over there and drive a finger into them to make them pop.
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He settled for running his soles up and down over Surtr's red face. Enjoying the light tickles his beard gave the balls of his feet. He dreamed of this charade being over so he could retire to his chambers. There he'd be greeted by the sight of five pairs of proud size 12 feet, lavishing attention on two shy sets of size 8s. He'd plop himself down between all of his lovely Ephraims and his two backup hosts. Fomortiis would lay back and let all of his needy little pups suckle and whine all over his form, begging him to remove the blindfolds he'd had on them for months. He'd tell them they'd have to make him then sit back as he left that Lyon to be ravaged and jumped into one of the others later. Once in awhile, he'd exit the host entirely and just take advantage of the whole bed of ticklish men until he'd left behind him a sea of spent princes.
He added a new layer to the torture though as he thought of taking all of his tickle puppies on their walkies with him to see a show. He'd heard about an old tradition in this castle and wanted to bring it back once he was finished here with this one. He supposed Julius and Soren were done actually talking as the two were both openly weeping in ticklish agony. Gods only knew what Ashunera and Loptous were doing as they left their hosts there to suffer in their place.
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Not knowing of Lyon's newfound resolve above, it came as a total shock to Surtr as magicked feathers were summoned to attack a part of the Muspellian King that as far as he'd known had gone untouched. The spectral plumes stroked and twirled all along his cock and due to their ethereal nature easily passed through the thick wool sock that it hid inside. This also meant however that Niles found his poor ultra-sensitive foot to be collateral damage as one plume buried itself between his index and middle toes to begin a fluffy death roll.
Niles went wild and fell back into thrashing spasms, dragging his rough nails all along Surtr's sturdy thighs and knees while the King howled into the gag between his teeth.
Unbeknownst to any of them though, Surtr's punishment was soon to get much worse. His massive feet had gone unattended for far too long. Despite this little realm being magically shielded, it was child’s play for two magically inclined vixens who'd previously served the man. Loki and Thorr hummed happy tunes as they produced two pairs of handcuffs and proceeded to shackle Niles' wrists to Surtr's ankles. The two then happily added fluffy feathers to the massive feet and shaking hands. Whenever fingers or toes curled they were quick to tease them open with pointed fingernails and husky cooing. Had anyone at the table been paying even the slightest bit of attention to anything anymore they would have noticed two pairs of big and meaty ladies feet protruding from under the table as the Jotun sisters had their fun. It was an intentional act by the pair as they truly wished someone would come along and wiggle their thick toes. They'd been extra mean to all the pets and servants in the castle in hopes of them trying for revenge.
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Lyon's toes finally managed to find their way through the bristly forest of Surtr's beard to begin tickling beneath the man chin as if he was just a muscular cat. Lyon thought the light teasing would have more effect, but it was just more noise to Surtr who was experiencing a sensory overload based from what was happening to his feet and abused cock. Had he been ungagged people in the next kingdom might have heard his cries for mercy, but the only soul who could recognize his broken body language was currently wailing as his hyper-sensitized footsie got another load of hot semen shot between his toes.
Niles and Surtr were doomed to almost another hour of being locked in this ticklish dance together. When Lyon finally grew bored of watching Soren and Julius devastate each other over pettiness, he found a nice and pliable new oversized slave laying panting underneath him. Surtr shook with terror as Lyon ordered him off to the baths but it was all to make sure that he was ready for the finale.
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Lyon reclined in his throne over the dancer's pit. It had taken a bit of getting used to when his five, well-trained Ephraims had all wanted to crowd into his lap and whine for their master's touch, but now they took turns under threat of sharing the fate of the two Lyons. Bound head-to-toe in thick rubber bindings, the two lilac-haired backups were cut off from the world by silken blindfolds, gags, and even earplugs. The only sensation they could experience besides sweating inside their prison was feeling their sensitive ears being played with between the toes of the version of them whom Fomortiis currently inhabited. They'd been forced down on their knees so that occasionally their upturned bare soles could be peppered with kisses by the Ephraims as well.
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Lyon looked over his court of slaves and saw similar situations with his allies playing with their favored slaves. Soren had the new, feral version of the former Twinkle Toes curled in his lap where the curious dragon prince continued to snuffle at the wind mage’s cock through his robes. His slight feet were pleasured and occasionally tickled by the still-twitching Sothe who was just happy to be out of the piano.
Julius was kept amused by the cloud of floating body parts around him. Whenever he snapped his fingers a different disembodied tickle part belonging to either Ares, Leif or Eldigan would float itself beneath his claws for ravaging, while the heads of the crusaders howled in laughter from where their faces were being smothered by Julius' small soles.
Even Byleth kept himself happy repeatedly ordering his Hubert to give him a twirl and show off the frilly maid outfit that had been prepared for him.
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Lyon couldn't really blame them. This dancer in the pit wasn't light on his feet at all. They'd given him five or six chances now and each time he'd stumbled and been pulled against the bars along the floor by the starving prisoners down below. All those muscles and the tickly idiot was still falling victim to Soleil's expert tickling. Lyon supposed that giving the girl two new friends down there to whip into shape had made her too good at this. But what other use would he have for Nina and Ophelia?
It was okay though. Surtr would go down in that pit every day, more than once if he had too. Lyon would see his beefy slave dance perfectly for him no matter how many times he had to watch him fail. He looked down as Surtr's cock shot a wad high all over himself. How humiliating. A king doing that from just being tickled. Lyon licked his lips and sat back in his throne while just thinking one thing.
"Perfect."
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Rockraverinfection said the following:
"So let me begin by saying that I'm glad that our takeover was so quick. Julius and Soren, I'm glad you've both seen things my way."
"Ahaha Lyon you speak as if we were given a choice. I saw first hand how convincing you could be. I'm sure he has a similar story."
Despite what Julius said Soren actually didn't have a story about Lyon lavishing him with personal attention.
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The petite wind mage had spent most of his time since his capture buried out in the garden up to his chin, at the mercy of many Hel's monsters and tickle plants. Twinkle-Toes had originally come to check on him almost daily and to play with what they both out found were his ticklish lips. However after the "Regime Change", Corrin had found a new place in Lyon's roster of pets and Soren had been forgotten for a while and left to grow with the foliage.
Hel's enchanted plants were quick to take him. The dandelions had helped themselves to his ears. With their slight slight bristles stroking around inside the cups of his sensitive organs, Soren had been quick to lose track of time. He related this to his new "comrades" who listened with great interest as they sipped upon their tea.
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The one who listened the most intently though wasn't at the table. Instead, he was beneath it. His massive frame was tied down with chains. Despite the thick muscles of the giant man's arms and thighs though he firmly bound down to the ground. Because of this, Surtr could do absolutely about the various pairs of petite feet dragging their small toes all along his massive chest while their owners idly chatted. They conversed and sipped their tea while beneath the table their toes stroked and poked all along Surtr's rippling chest.
Lyon played his big toes along Surtr's abdominals riding each muscle up and down as the big man shook beneath the chains that kept him down. Lyon could feel the shaking through his long soles and delighted in the feeling coming up his gangly legs.
In contrast, Julius' toes skittered themselves roughly like the fingernails of a sloppy demon all along with the mad king's volcanic nipples. He'd alternate between sliding his entire petite sole up the strong nub while giggling into his tea and clasping it between his toes to wiggle it back and forth.
The one having the most difficulty was Soren their newest addition. The scrawny mage had been given a certain medallion to help with his strength but still as his small feet scrabbled about in the valley between Surtr's pectorals he wasn't sure if he was tickling himself more with the bristly chest hair that had wound between his toes. Surtr's gag was the only thing keeping begging specifically to Soren though as unbeknownst to all in here but one, he had stumbled on one of the brute of a man's sweetest tickle spots.
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As the three possessed mages spoke onwards of their plans they rotated strategies seemingly randomly to further tease and confound Surtr. Having to try to anticipate each application of Lyon's sadism, Julius' frenzy and Soren's hesitant pokes was preventing him from being able to build any kind of resistance whatsoever to the tickles that his former toys were visiting upon him. Beneath the table was kept pitch black so deposed King Surtr had no idea that he was being rotated to allow each of his patrons to keep attacking each new spot so quickly.
The three discussed new plans to capture heroes with Julius giving an update on the specter that he'd dispatched to Castle Askr as a test to see if it could bring back a sickly healer that he'd selected. Soren discussed a hex he'd placed on the Nohrian prince that he'd released and how it would remain dormant until he came in contact with a family member. Lyon nodded and grinned while imagining both scenarios. He hadn't been idle himself either.
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Under Loki's advice, he'd had the foolish dancer Twinkle-Toes and that white-haired tactician they'd captured both driven mad with tickles so as to capture a pair of dragons inside their fractured minds. He'd sent the two out on a mission to find a certain powerful prince himself and capture that Boar for him. There was also his secret weapon slumbering away in a bed up in the tower. Hubert was tending to the Dream-King's statuesque feet in his sleep to slowly poison the fairy's mind into spreading the tickles out into the dream world for him.
Surtr under normal circumstances would have loved each and every one of these plans however right now his mind was full of only the dreadful tickles he would have been all too happy to inflict on each of the four dastards driving him mad right now. The worst though was the filthy pest that had wrapped himself all around Surtr's size 18 feet in the darkness. Niles owed Surtr quite a bit for their time inside that shared prison. Most of it had been being at Surtr's mercy. Even as he dragged a finger through the dense forest of the king's thick toes his head was filled to all the times the king had chewed his belly like taffy or taken a horsehair brush to his asscheeks.
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Niles had been all too eager to leap at doing these new lords bidding if it would save him a trip to the baths. It hadn't and his supremely sensitized skin had made the experience hellish. However, the sting had definitely been healed by how much fun all his new duties were. Whether it was tending to the squishy sides of all of his new masters or taking helping in the trophy hall, the newly brainwashed yet still sadistic Niles was in love with his work. Being given an opportunity to pay back Surtr now? Could it get any better?
He ran his sock-clad feet all along Surtr's thighs and admired the muscles bulging in there that were the size of his head. Surtr pulled at his chains hard enough for them to audibly creak but that did was make Niles laugh aloud since his gagged victim couldn't. He leaned forward and gave one of Surtr's toes a hard bite to make the dusky leg in his grasp buck. His sock suddenly felt warm and Niles smiled as he realized his former king had boiled over.
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It said something that he could still feel Surtr's red-hot seed through those special socks that Lyon had granted him. During their time together Niles had given Surtr's soles more than a few tongue-lashing's to simply to pass the time Surtr had pulled Niles into his lap and spent a solid day and a half slurping his thick tongue up and down Niles' tanned 11's. Back in Nohr, the sun was scarce so the thief had made sure getting plenty of it yet avoiding tanlines had been one of his priorities with those royal retainer privileges.
Surtr had appreciated that as it had made Niles rosy soles so much more enjoyable as he'd tongue bathed them until he'd managed to strip the poor peets of every single bit of hardness. When Surtr had grown bored of this forced spa day Niles had been gasping and tear-stained. He'd left the lightfooted thief with soles so soft and sensitive that even placing them to the ground had him collapsing into a pile of giggles and snorts. The thick socks were the only way that Lyon and the others could get any use out of Niles mean-streak without wheeling him to victims. He'd grown used to it and enjoyed how the material tickled greatly upon the skin of his victims.
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Upon the other end, Julius' toes danced along Surtr's nose and had the big bulky tickle bitch trying to shake his head away from the sadistic little twink tootsies. Surtr bit into the strip of cloth forced between his teeth with enough power to break bones but could still do nothing. Lyon's big swirled about inside his navel to distract him but what the tickle king turn tickled king noticed the most was how two of his torturers had stopped.
Soren was trying to keep a straight face while Lyon and Julius discussed where to send a recently returned detachment of tickle bugs. While Lyon suggested rewarding the monsters for their capture of the heroes Nina and Ophelia, Julius wanted them to set out and capture that blasted Ced who'd been attacking prisoner transports. Niles eyed the small foot of Soren that had gotten lost beneath the table. He'd felt it playing in his silver hair and had seized it by the ankle. His first instinct had been to give each and every one of it's currently fearfully curled toes a sharp nip for bothering him but he knew that he would receive a harsh punishment for it. Currently, it looked as if the actual Soren was in control of this ticklish little thing he had so he supposed that, maybe he was supposed to give it a working over?
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He brought a finger dangerously close to Soren's scared little toes but thought better of it and released the foot. Instead, he thought of something else. Since his betters were currently using their feet to caress and torment the man's face, his great chest was now left unattended. Niles had been a thief long enough to know what he was expected to do with chests.
He'd need a special set of lockpicks tools though. Thankfully his host had provided the best tool. Niles pulled down his trousers and made sure to give Surtr a show of revealing every inch of jiggly brown buns. He sat down hard on that great veiny volcano and let out a guttural moan as he slid down easily thanks to what was left from the last eruption. Once he was sat comfortably he looked over the now blushing brute and set about digging his woolen footsies in under the King's great titties. The feeling of his naughty toes in there plus the great pillar pushing against his prostate had Niles gasping as well but he still daintily kept his fingers clasped right at the tip of his cock. Denial made everything better after all.
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Surtr roared like a demon beneath the cloaked table but thanks to various magics worked upon it, the mages were able to have a continued and calm discussion due to not hearing a thing. Below the table, their great prisoner thrashed and roiled due to the woolen assault on his chest and warm cavern his cock had been consumed by. Above though Soren calmy suggested to Lyon a new tickle beast and whom he believed would be its ideal target. Julius would have normally reacted with scorn at the very idea of a captured rabbit man being of use but he was currently covering his mouth and trying to hide his flushed cheeks because of how his toes had wandered a bit too close to Surtr's mouth and were now his prisoner, caught between the teeth that protruded over the strip that muffled Surtr's voice
Niles could swear the force of Surtr firing off a gusher actually managed to lift him but he'd always had a flair for the dramatic. He craned his neck back to see the mess that his captive big dummy had made of his own thighs but missed the sight of Julius worming his ticklish toesies out of the hole they'd ended up in. The tender digits slipped free none the worse for the wear but a bit damp. Niles fluffed his socks all over the mountainous man he had at his mercy and enjoyed the way the great red cock inside him twitched as the titties outside bounced. Using the almost comically thick socks to pat and stroke all along the almost comically thick madman beneath him had Niles glad he was doing this hands-free. He needed both to keep his own weasel from going pop.
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The reddened Julius regained his composure above the table and pitched aloud an idea about how he'd like a servant. Someone he could make wear frilly dresses and tease into a puddle. Lyon saw through him and clearly stated that the blue-haired young lord of Chalphy down in the dungeon was not for that. Julius stomped his foot down beneath the enchanted table in frustration. It wasn't very strong but it was enough to distract Niles long enough to let his greasy manhood slip. It sprayed with enough strength that Niles felt as if he turned to butter. He slipped off Surtr's thick cock easily and collapsed into a sticky heap using one of the girthy thighs as a pillow.
The magical properties of the table allowed the three young sorcerer's above it to move their legs to fantastical places and this is what happened as the three pairs of manicured feet descended and began dancing their toes all along Surtr's neglected other thigh. In the midst of his torment having moved south, Niles had to admire that still standing though streaked with its own seed, Surtr's cock showed no signs of having softened. He had to wonder if this was a beast more than a man.
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"Well if there's one thing a beast hates, it's being teased. Isn't right you great sexy ape?"
Niles raised one socked foot and waved it back and forth teasingly as he snuggled deeper into this nice nest he'd made in the great king's thigh gap. He wiggled his toes as best he could beneath the drab gray fabric but didn't feel that was enough. He wished he could go bare but Surtr had been brutal enough on his tootsies in their time together that now simple along his peds had Niles woofing in laughter.
He settled for dragging a big toe up and then down the length of Surtr's great red shaft. More semen spurted from the top and Niles was all too happy to use it to paint the great organ he was teasing. He brought his foot and began using the whole socked form to fluff and scrub the head of Surtr's cock which was quite messy due to their games. He cooed into the thigh he was resting on and enjoyed how it twitched beneath him. That earned it a sharp bite from the eye-patched sadist who smiled wide at the reaction that got.
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Back in the land above the table, Soren made an impassioned plea to be allowed to use some resources to go and catch a certain someone. He'd need quite a few beasts to keep Ike busy but he was confident that he could distract him with the power that Ashunera had given him. At least that's what the dark chaos god in his head made his body say. Much like the hosts of the other two beings at this table. Soren's actual consciousness had little control here besides having all "unfavorable" sensations shifted into him. In a dark room that wasn't quite of this world, he sat upon a cold and at this point quite crowded stone throne.
Julius snapped his fingers and a dark serpentine dragon curled around the short tactician. Their forked tongues teased their way into his desperately clamped armpits despite how much the bony treat tried to stop him. Soren kicked his legs wildly as his ungroomed little pitties became salt licks through his robes. They flailed wildly down in Niles domain and actually struck him across the back of the head in their frenzy. This made Niles accidentally slide his foot too far Surtr's cock and then an amusing coincidence happened. Niles didn't notice at first as the cock slipped as he was too busy giving Soren's little curled toes a tongue lashing.
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However, when Niles realized what had happened he went pale. His formerly safe woolen sock had decided to take on a hitchhiker. He could feel it's wet run along his sole leaving behind a warm and wet snail trail until it was amongst his toes. Just the feeling of Surtr's cock sharing the sock with his ultra-sensitive foot had Niles whooping with laughter as he trier to slip himself free. Unfortunately for Nilesie though his lieges feet descended upon him now like a swarm of locusts.
Their toes danced along his chin and neck as he tried to swat them away and as Surtr's penis got more comfortable under the material until finally, it released again. Niles's eye bulged in its socket at the feeling of the hot cum surging through his toes and down the back. Just the feeling of it had him beating his fist into the ground and belly laughing. He hissed as a metallic clink secured his wrist to the ground and left him trapped there. His free hand reached to try and pull the sock off his foot but was just short of reaching it, instead just brushing its fingertips along the material and further stimulating Surtr into yet another release. Through tears, Niles cursed Surtr for still having enough wherewithal to get him trapped like this.
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Little did Niles know that Surtr had no idea what was going on right now as all he could was do shake his massive frame in ticklish agony. Ghostly hands had been ravaging his frame in the dark, counting each and every ab and rib he had over and over. One had been lightly tracing a finger all about his neck and along the veins that bulged there as he pulled at his bonds with all his might. Above the table, Lyon sighed contentedly as he waved his finger back and forth to further tease his big tickle pet beneath the table with spectral hands. This meeting had become a disaster because of his comrades.
Soren had summoned a pair of spectral birds who were now pecking at the ears of a giggling Julius. He'd tried to smack them away but his hands had simply gone right through them so now he was simply slumped over the table in a mess of crimson hair as they nibbled away. Soren had yet to manage to get free of the spawns of Loptous wrapped around him and instead tried to hold back the laughter from his pittie tonguing. His pale cheeks bulged and Lyon ached to simply go over there and drive a finger into them to make them pop.
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He settled for running his soles up and down over Surtr's red face. Enjoying the light tickles his beard gave the balls of his feet. He dreamed of this charade being over so he could retire to his chambers. Opening the doors he'd be greeted by the sight of five pairs of proud size 12 feet lavishing attention on two shy sets of size 8's. He'd plop himself down between all of his lovely Ephraim's and his two back up hosts. Fomortiis would lay back and let all of his needy little pups suckle and whine all over his form. Begging him to remove the blindfold's he'd had on them for months. He'd tell them they'd have to make him then sit back as he left that Lyon to be ravaged and jumped into one of the others later. Once in awhile, he'd exit the host entirely and just take advantage of the whole bed of ticklish men until he'd left behind him a sea of spent prince's.
He added a new layer to though as he thought of taking all of his tickle puppies on their walkies with him to see a show. He'd heard about an old tradition in this castle and wanted to bring it back once he was finished here with this one. He supposed Julius and Soren were done actually talking as the two were both openly weeping in ticklish agony. Gods only knew what Ashunera and Loptous were doing as they left their hosts there to suffer for them.
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Not knowing of Lyon's newfound resolve above, it came as a total shock to Surtr as magicked feathers were summoned to attack a part of the Muspellian King that as far as he'd known had gone untouched. The spectral plumes stroked and twirled all along his cock and due to their ethereal nature easily passed through the thick wool sock that it hid inside. This also meant however that Niles found his poor ultra-sensitive foot to be collateral damage as one plume buried itself between his index and middle toes to begin a fluffy death roll.
Niles went wild and fell back into thrashing spasm's dragging his rough nails all along Surtr's sturdy thighs and knees while the King howled into the gag between his teeth.
Unbeknownst to any of them though Surtr's punishment was soon to get worse. His massive feet had gone unattended for far too long. Despite this little realm being magically shielded it was childs play for two magically inclined vixens who'd previously served the man. Loki and Thorr hummed happy tunes as they produced two pairs of handcuffs and proceeded to shackle Niles's wrists to Surtr's ankles. The two then happily added fluffy feathers to the massive feet and shaking hands. Whenever fingers or toes curled they were quick to tease them open with pointed fingernails and husky cooing. Had anyone at the table been paying even the slightest bit of attention to anything anymore they would have noticed two pairs of big and meaty ladies feet protruding from under the table as the Jotun sisters had their fun. It was an intentional act by the pair as they truly wished someone would come along and wiggle their thick toes. They'd been extra mean to all the pets and servants in the castle in hopes of them trying for revenge.
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Lyon's toes finally managed to find their way through the bristly forest of Surtr's beard to begin tickling beneath the man chin as if he was just a muscular cat. Lyon though the light teasing would have more effect it was just more noise to Surtr who was going through sensory overload based on what was happening with his feet and abused cock. Had he been ungagged people in the next kingdom would have heard his cries for mercy but as it was the only who could recognize the body language of the broken was wailing as his hyper-sensitized footsie got another load of hot semen shot between his toes.
Niles and Surtr were doomed to almost another hour of being locked in this ticklish dance together. When Lyon finally grew bored of watching Soren and Julius devastate each other over pettiness and checked on them he found a nice and pliable new oversized slave. Surtr shook with terror as Lyon ordered him off to the baths but it was all to make sure that he was ready for the finale.
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Lyon reclined in his throne over the dancer's pit. It had taken a bit of getting used to when all five of his well trained Ephraim's had wanted to crowd into his lap and whine for their master's touch but now they took turns under threat of sharing the fate of the two Lyon's. Bound head to toe in thick rubber bindings the two back-hosts were cut-off from the world by silken blindfolds, gags, and even earplugs. The only sensation the two could experience besides sweating inside their prison was feeling their sensitive ears be played with between the toes of the version of them that Fomortiis currently inhabited. They'd been forced down on there knee's so that occasionally their upturned bare soles could be peppered with kisses by the Ephraim's.
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Lyon looked over his court of slaves and saw similar situations with his allies playing with their favored slaves. Soren had the new feral version of the former Twinkle Toes curled in his lap where the curious dragon prince continued to snuffle at the wind mages cock through his robes. His slight feet were pleasured and occasionally tickled by the still twitching Sothe who was happy to be out of the piano.
Julius was kept amused by the cloud of floating body parts around him. Whenever he snapped his fingers a different disembodied tickle part belonging to either Ares, Leif or Eldigan would float itself beneath his claws for ravaging while the heads of the crusaders howled in laughter from where their faces were being smothered by Julius' small soles.
Even Byleth kept himself happy repeatedly ordering his Hubert to give him a twirl and show off the frilly maid outfit that had been prepared for him.
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Lyon couldn't really blame them. This dancer in the pit wasn't light on his feet at all. They'd given him five or six chances now and each time he'd stumbled and been pulled against the bars along the floor by the starving prisoners down below. All those muscles and the tickly idiot was still falling victim to Soleil's expert tickling. Lyon supposed that giving the girl two new friends down there to whip into shape had made her too good at this. But what other use would he have for Nina and Ophelia?
It was okay though. Surtr would go down in that pit every day, more than once if he had too. Lyon would see his beefy slave dance perfectly for him no matter how many times he had to watch him fail. He looked down as Surtr's cock shot a wad high all over himself. How humiliating. A king doing that from just being tickled. Lyon licked his lips and sat back in his throne while just thinking one thing.
"Perfect."
