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** This story was not written by me. I saw a request for it and happen to have a copy of it on my computer as it is an all time favorite of mine.**
Brina’s mind began to focus and clear. Her arms were secured high above her head, her wrists imprisoned, pulled taunt in leather cuffs. Her ankles secured as well, were anchored to the floor with her legs spread wide. As her eyes adjusted to better clarity, she realized the woman before her was a reflection of her own helpless image that a full length mirror reflected in the confines of a room whose walls candlelight couldn’t penetrate. Basked in a golden glow, she noted the lit ritual candles before her shaped in a large semi circle on the floor and understood their significance.
‘NO!’ Her mind screamed. But tugging at her bonds did little good.
Though the leather straps that held her captive weren’t tight enough to bite into her skin, there was no hope in loosening them either. Through the mirrors reflection she watched a figure approach into the candlelight; a male of the spiritual winged realm, instantly recognizable from his characteristic long blond hair, deep bronzed skin, and hazel eyes. As he slowly made his way towards Brina, there was nothing left to speculation as she noted the ceremonial silk tied mask and matched gaping robe used for the mating ritual.
“I have captured you Brina. As my right I claim you as mate.”
“I was kidnapped!”
“It makes no difference how you came to be here, only that the choice rests with you now as our law dictates. Do you willingly consent to be my mate or do you question my claim?”
“I’ll NEVER submit to you!”
“You understand what action I must take then.” his whisper now close to her ear was cardinal. His expression easily read through the mirror's reflection, he appeared pleased by her show of spirit.
“Your laws dictate no one can touch my flesh with their own until I consent. And I tell you no words will ever convince me otherwise!”
His smiled then, the glint in his stare too smug. Hands he'd purposely hid behind his back till now slowly came into view. “Ah sweet Brina, it will be a pleasure to abide by my laws, rest assured.”
The sight of black kid skin gloves displayed themselves on either side of her. The gloves endowing a special trait, each gloved finger initialed the unique protrusion of a black feather barely an inch long with slightly pointed tips.
“Y-you can’t…I am meant for Raven …” Her voice began to waver…
She watched as a gloved hand lifted before her and one lone-feathered tip slowly touched her wrist and descended. “For me little one, you were meant for me.” He whispered.
Gasping as the feather traced slowly down her arm, she flinched as it barely contacted the smooth skin of her underarm and paused. “Ticklish?” He softly taunted.
Thoughts of Raven’s warning raced through her mind. Women from her clan had been forbidden to cross into the winged clans’ territory for centuries. To do so instantly made her a potential target for abduction that any winged realm man could claim.
But her only reasoning then had been to prompt Raven himself into claiming her as a mate regardless to the traditional ritual. Sending her back to her clan in a fit of anger reminding her it was he that was to lay claim to her by his own clans by-laws, she now realized her mistake. Her impulsive nature must have angered him more then she realized. Too many days had elapsed since then, and this was not her Raven. The man before her endowed the same characteristic blond hair instead of Raven’s long black tresses and sapphire eyes whom was the only man born among his clan with such endowments.
“Who…who are you?”
She watched his other hand slowly trail a feathered tip down her arm, barely brushing her underarm. “You will soon find out your lifemate little one, but not before your consent.”
The feathered tips barely brushed just a fraction, the taunting ticklish sensations causing her to squirm in her bonds while she clenched her teeth trying to block out the manipulated teasing.
“You posses much spirit little one, but your body will betray you.”
Another feather tipped finger joined the one in both smooth hollows of her underarms barely tracing the center of smooth skin. The sensations were mounting with each light trace. Squeezing her eyes shut from the reflection of her torment. Her own words babbled to hopefully reason with him as she futilely tugged at her wrists' bonds to escape his onslaught. “Noooooooo, stop…you can’t do this-ss-ss…eeheeheeehahaahaaaa…”
Ticklish sensation mounted in the mist of her words as another feather was added to each underarm, now the slight brushings of three lightly grazed her sensitive skin. The resistance she tried so desperately to hold onto as another and yet one more lightly covered the expanse of her ticklish skin caused her body to buck against its restraints as laughter bubbled out from the light grazing each feathered tip supplied.
“NO-HO-HO-HO-HAA-HAAA-HAA…”
And the trail of ticklish feathers began earnestly flexing and flickering against the smooth hollows of her underarms spasming unbearable currents of sensation as she tried in vain to thrash away from the torture.
“Tickle tickle…tickle tickle tickle…” his voice whispered, taunted her ear while feathers swirled, danced, and teased her into spasms of laughter she couldn’t control. Too soon she was rendered to pleas as she futilely fought against her bonds. It felt like forever before pleas and laughter turned to breathless dizzying sensations that her body almost lost conscience to, but the torture stopped, granting her relief.
Her eyes slowly opened to find her tormentor studying her with reverence though the mirror image while she gasped for breath. While lingering sensations still swirled through out her perspired body, his voice uttered one word. “Consent.”
“N-n-never.”
Cursing silently over her impulsive actions that made her cross over the winged realms boundaries days before, she consoled herself with the possibility that Raven would come to her rescue to challenge this man's claim.
But the man behind her read her thoughts with perceptive clarity. “You knew what risk you took once you crossed our lands didn’t you?”
Her temper seethed but she held words in check not wanting to provoke this man beyond the present situation. However, no answer was provoking enough as he repeated the question in a flair of anger, “Didn’t you?!”
“YES.”
“Then your claim to me is valid, and no challenge will change that.”
“Raven will come for me. I know he will.”
“If he comes, he does so with his blessing,” She gasped as she felt the light trace of feathers slowly trail down her sensitive spine, “and to witness your consent.”
Lower and lower, the feathers lightly flicked reducing her to giggles of sensation. Feathered fingers swished delicately along each vertebra, her giggles turning to laughter as the ticklish tips reached a sensitive area just above her backside that caused her body to burst with sensations.
“P-Plee-ee-eese Stttoo-oo-ppp…heee heee heee haaaa haaaaaa HAAAAaaaaaa..”
The man in the mirror just smiled his wicked intent as feathers swirled just a few fractions lower at the slight indent. “Ticklish here little one? I almost wonder... but there's so much of your body beckoning me to explore.”
She couldn’t see the feathers move against her skin through the mirror's image, only the man's determination and desire that his eyes revealed as he continued his onslaught.
‘I’ll never survive.’ Brina’s thought with growing madness. ‘Raven forgive me but I’m trying not to succumb…’
Suddenly the ticklish sensations branched out across her back nearing her sides. “NO-HOO-HOO-HOO HAA HAAAAAAHAAAA….” Moments later ten feathered tips divided to slowly rise up each rib and tickle their way back down again.
“Oh yes…very ticklish.”
She tried with all her might to avoid the feathers tickling her, but it was still a futile effort. The more she moved her body from side to side to escape the tickling, the faster the feathers flicked in retaliation to avoid them. And just as before, when the dizzying sensations threatened her to the brink of unconsciousness, the ticklish sensations stopped and she slumped in her bonds gasping for breath.
“Brina, Brina, so stubborn; don’t you know this is inevitable? As part of the Winged clan, we men have perfected the art of tickling.”
“I….I…hate…you.”
Still gasping for air, she watched the man’s movements through the mirror as he slowly began to pace behind her, though his stare still never wavering from her own.
“Are you aware that your consent brings the privilege of schooling my own body? Anything I’ve done and more will be your right to demand whether I willingly submit or not. Does that not tempt you? I would think giving back the torture you still have yet to receive might serve your consent enough.”
The revelation was so startling that the mere suggestion of revenge alone did tempt her to nearly consent, but Brina bit back the temptation knowing the man would devise any ploy in order to gain her submission.
“Ah, so the idea appeals?” Too late to hide her reaction, his smile broadened mischievously as his body sank down to sit on one side of her while his words coaxed further revengeful thoughts. “All men in our clan are extremely ticklish to the point of eroticism Brina. We expel our lust lavishly with the pleasurable madness it brings. Think of it, you could wield that madness over me little one, for as long as you like.”
He stretched his body to a relaxed stance; his midnight robe parting to the best of its advantage so her eyes couldn’t help but gaze upon the perfection of him through the reflection.
The plains and angles of his masculine build were tempting to envision in the throes of torture while she inflicted ticklish revenge. Like a runaway thought growing with just the suggestion she knew there was nothing she wanted more.
Her gaze centered to his arousal that was firm and hard to behold. “Yes even there little one, you may weld me to your will.”
Enthralled by the growing possibilities, only her heart's cry of Raven laid siege to diminish her thoughts. To consent to this man, even in light of revengeful means, would lose him forever.
“If I did not love Raven, rest assured I would give you a befitting end. But I will never succumb to you as long as he lives.”
His eyes lit with admiration. “Never is a very long time Brina…”
Feathered fingers flexed into view again, and before she could utter a word of protest she felt the light swirl of feathers behind her knee, trailing ticklish sensations that shot through her body that already was weak from the strain of laughter “Oh noooooo-hooo-hooo, pl-ee—eeee-seee…..”
“Tsk tsk tsk…not nearly ticklish enough.” Feathers slowly glided down her leg as his other feathered hand lightly grazed the top of her toes causing her to jerk and shriek with hysterical laugher from the brief touch. “Yes, here we are…”
The only concession she was thankful for was that her feet were grounded and not wholly vulnerable. Of course the maddening tickles from what those feathers could reach numbed her mind to the fact it barely mattered. With high arches that gave him the advantage to trail against and under to the most ticklish area of skin to be found there, feathers skittered back and forth relentlessly while other feathered fingers trailed every inch of the tops of her toes.
Feathers tickled both her feet until she was on the brink of near hysteria and lost oxygen, this time her only solace was that he slowed his torture to bearable tickles while she managed to gain a semblance of her breath back.
His feathered fingers lightly trailed up both limbs to her outer thighs. Sensations now rendered giggles until he eased himself up again to his full height behind her and the traces of touch began to trail against her hips slowly ascending to wide ticklish circles around her stomach.
The ticklish circles drew smaller and smaller mounting sensations the nearer he came to her bellybutton. And then suddenly the rapid flicks of ticklish sensation reduced her to pleas and mindless laughter again.
‘Too much…I can’t take any more…I can’t…I can’t….’ her mind screamed silently as the light twirl of a tipped feather within her bellybutton rendered her laughter to silent hysteria she no longer had air enough to supply. With her body’s energy long ago spent from laughter and struggles all she could do was limply hang from her bonds losing herself to the numbed unconsciousness closing in…
The feathers slowed once again however, and as she hung there gasping breath between silent giggles, bearable sanity slowly returned. “Consent Brina…” came the whispered taunt again near her ear. “You have no choice.”
Even as tears impaired her vision she managed somehow to lift her head to stare at him through the mirror. His expectancy met disappointment with her only means of refusal, a weary shake of her head.
“There are other places yet to explore sweet ticklish Brina, places that will render pleasure as sure as laughter.”
The warning was well heeded, but her determination was still as strong as his. No, she would not risk losing the one she loved no matter the course of torture this man gave.
As the slow bearable glide of feathers trailed up her breastbone, she managed to sustain enough breath to gasp, “You will … never have… my heart…”
Feathered tips trailed up to lightly circle around each breast, her body turning traitor as she gasped and giggled; the tips of her breasts hardening with arousal. “But I have your body’s lust little one. Shall I introduce you to the bliss these feathers can weld?”
She couldn’t help the moans of pleasure between giggles as feather tips swirled round and round, closer and closer to her hardened nipples. The ticklish feathers were too erotic to bear, but deep routed pride refused to give this man the satisfaction that her reactions was anything but the manipulation of her body, “heeheeheee y-you're do-hoohooing this a-against my w-will- ha-haaaa…”
“But you’re also getting very wet.” Came the whispered taunt close to her ear.
Feather tips swirled closer and closer to trail along the outer shell of her deep pinked crests, and then suddenly stopped. For mere moments she wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry from the frustration he left her with or cry with relief from the momentary reprieve.
“Prepare yourself little one.” came the sardonic whisper against her ear. A warning that made her gaze into the man's eyes through the mirror as she watched his actions with a shiver of foreboding. The tipped feather of each index gloved finger slowly trailed against his tongue, wetness coating the tip of each thoroughly.
“Nooooooo…” She thought she was beyond pleading, but the word slipped past her lips as both coated feathers neared, slowly flexing as the husky voice behind her darkly taunted.
“Consent…”
The wet light brushes that teased her hardened nipples caused her to buck and arch, the current of tickling sensations rendering a renewed life to her body she never realized it still had. But no amount of twisting and bucking deterred the feathers' touch as they wetly fluttered like tiny butterfly wings against her crests while his voice chanted teasingly “tickle tickle tickle…”
The endless torture the tipped feathers wrought brought her breasts to such aching sensitivity that she felt wetness trickle down her thighs and a frustrating orgasm near ready to surface…
And then the feather’s touch slowed, their tips dry against her crests. The sensations would ebb away then, just slightly, only he’d take sadistic amusement to wetly coat those tips again and again as he ruthlessly and repeatedly brought her so very close to the brink she secretly began to beg for.
Only after what seemed to be a lifetime of torment, one feathered hand strayed across her ribs fluttering trails to her vertebrae descending slowly…slowly…
Her giggles reached full laughter and frustrated moans as she felt the soft trail of feather tips lower down the crack of her backside. As they lightly brushing up and down she was slowly brought to ticklish hysteria with each torturous stroke.
“P-P-PL-AHH-HAAAA-HAAA-SSSEEE-EEE-EEESSSS….” She begged, the laughter beginning to deplete her of air again. With the building and rebuilding of her orgasm so close to shooting through her body, the tickling seemed too much to bear as her skin became all the more sensitized the closer he pushed her towards an edge.
The ticklish feather tip that had still accosted her breast then chose this time to begin its journey down. And just as that one-feather descended down her body, it was enough for her to hope it would lead to her release and end to it all.
The single feather tip barely grazed her clit; that merest action rendering a screamed moan between gales of laughter.
“AUUUHHHH–HAA-HAAAA-HAAAA…”
“So very, very wet little one…if I just tickle here a little…”
Slowly, the single feather stroked a few passes over her clit to prove his theory, bringing her so very close to the edge of orgasm, then stilled.
She wanted to rant and rave, beg for release, but it was too hard to grasp air now while feather tips still continuing their ticklish torture slowly tracing up and down the crack of her backside…
And then again, the single feather contributed its erotic torture as it slowly tickled her clit to just beyond the reach of what she desperately wanted, so desperately needed.
“Consent Brina and I will give you the pleasure.”
Her will wavered as her body was manipulated past reason, but she couldn’t speak, could barely breath.
This time the feather tip delved deep into her wetness bathing it in her own juices. As it slowly inched forward to lightly trail up to and find her clit once more, ticklish strokes ruthlessly drove her to the brink of madness…and then stopped again.
It was a futile effort at best, but there was no way her body would let her mind rule her senses and needs. With total acceptance of what she knew would be her undoing, her head dropped to what she hoped suited as a nod.
Then ever so slowly the feather tip caressed her clit, light brushings edging fractionally higher, faster, lighter as if it held all the erotic knowledge to draw every nerve ending to its keenest awareness and to ultimate surrender.
The throes of her orgasm began, her body shaking with the force of it…
The feather tip fractionally moved a hint higher, fluttering, and with a silent scream she was tossed into a vortex of intensity that her body uncontrollably bucked against…
And then as the last fraction of the merest spans edged higher, the feather tip ruthlessly reached the vulnerably nerved center that shot every muscle in her body into an arch that strained her bonds. Cataclysmic explosions without end took hold for what seemed like an eternity…
Brina wasn’t sure how long it was till sanity began to return to find her tormenters arms wrapped around her, holding her against his body while sensations still ebbed away. But it was a strange reality she came back to indeed when she began to surmise the rapid intake of air was not solely her own, but of the man’s against her, and that his own heart beat hammered just as hard.
“Say it Brina, I need to hear you say it…please…”
The husky desperation of the man's voice made her pause. Even though the guilt over her lustful satisfaction ruined what would never be between herself and her Raven, she felt an odd sort of tenderness towards this man and his reaction to her succumbing.
‘The bond,’ her thoughts silently acknowledged. With the consent there was a bond that only existed between true mates that were meant to be.
The revelation hit her full force as she met the man's tender gaze through the mirror. Raven was never meant to be her mate if she felt the bond with this man.
Breathlessly still dumbfounded by the whirlwind of events she murmured, “I give my consent to be your life mate.”
If it was at all possible, the man hugged her tighter as he brushed a loving kiss across her hair, and then withdrew. His steps for the first time rounded to face her, and as he did, shock once again nearly undid her.
"I will love you with all of my heart little one.”
There standing before her was a man taller then what the mirror revealed. His hair, the deep shades of midnight, and eyes the very shade of sapphire that she’d come to know. With the gloves already removed, his hand reached to withdraw the mask to reveal her true lifemate.
“Raven…!”
She glanced from him to beyond the mirrors image that still revealed the characteristics of his tribal clan of blond hair and hazel eyes, then back at the man before her.
“It took days to convince the clan that tribal tradition could still be honored by not revealing who I was. Forgive me Brina; it was the only way to reach the mating ritual without dishonoring clan law.”
Brina was overjoyed; tears of wonder reveled at the very thought from what they had both went through. She hadn’t betrayed him, she never had.
After his lips met hers tenderly, she whispered teasingly with a smile, “Then lifemate, as my right I demand you to unbind me so I may have through retribution.”
He laughed even though her teasing held a thread of seriousness to it. As he reached to undo her bonds, she felt his body shiver in anticipation over what was to be one of the many loving tortures they would spend the rest of their lives sharing.
The Mating
By: Corin A
By: Corin A
Brina’s mind began to focus and clear. Her arms were secured high above her head, her wrists imprisoned, pulled taunt in leather cuffs. Her ankles secured as well, were anchored to the floor with her legs spread wide. As her eyes adjusted to better clarity, she realized the woman before her was a reflection of her own helpless image that a full length mirror reflected in the confines of a room whose walls candlelight couldn’t penetrate. Basked in a golden glow, she noted the lit ritual candles before her shaped in a large semi circle on the floor and understood their significance.
‘NO!’ Her mind screamed. But tugging at her bonds did little good.
Though the leather straps that held her captive weren’t tight enough to bite into her skin, there was no hope in loosening them either. Through the mirrors reflection she watched a figure approach into the candlelight; a male of the spiritual winged realm, instantly recognizable from his characteristic long blond hair, deep bronzed skin, and hazel eyes. As he slowly made his way towards Brina, there was nothing left to speculation as she noted the ceremonial silk tied mask and matched gaping robe used for the mating ritual.
“I have captured you Brina. As my right I claim you as mate.”
“I was kidnapped!”
“It makes no difference how you came to be here, only that the choice rests with you now as our law dictates. Do you willingly consent to be my mate or do you question my claim?”
“I’ll NEVER submit to you!”
“You understand what action I must take then.” his whisper now close to her ear was cardinal. His expression easily read through the mirror's reflection, he appeared pleased by her show of spirit.
“Your laws dictate no one can touch my flesh with their own until I consent. And I tell you no words will ever convince me otherwise!”
His smiled then, the glint in his stare too smug. Hands he'd purposely hid behind his back till now slowly came into view. “Ah sweet Brina, it will be a pleasure to abide by my laws, rest assured.”
The sight of black kid skin gloves displayed themselves on either side of her. The gloves endowing a special trait, each gloved finger initialed the unique protrusion of a black feather barely an inch long with slightly pointed tips.
“Y-you can’t…I am meant for Raven …” Her voice began to waver…
She watched as a gloved hand lifted before her and one lone-feathered tip slowly touched her wrist and descended. “For me little one, you were meant for me.” He whispered.
Gasping as the feather traced slowly down her arm, she flinched as it barely contacted the smooth skin of her underarm and paused. “Ticklish?” He softly taunted.
Thoughts of Raven’s warning raced through her mind. Women from her clan had been forbidden to cross into the winged clans’ territory for centuries. To do so instantly made her a potential target for abduction that any winged realm man could claim.
But her only reasoning then had been to prompt Raven himself into claiming her as a mate regardless to the traditional ritual. Sending her back to her clan in a fit of anger reminding her it was he that was to lay claim to her by his own clans by-laws, she now realized her mistake. Her impulsive nature must have angered him more then she realized. Too many days had elapsed since then, and this was not her Raven. The man before her endowed the same characteristic blond hair instead of Raven’s long black tresses and sapphire eyes whom was the only man born among his clan with such endowments.
“Who…who are you?”
She watched his other hand slowly trail a feathered tip down her arm, barely brushing her underarm. “You will soon find out your lifemate little one, but not before your consent.”
The feathered tips barely brushed just a fraction, the taunting ticklish sensations causing her to squirm in her bonds while she clenched her teeth trying to block out the manipulated teasing.
“You posses much spirit little one, but your body will betray you.”
Another feather tipped finger joined the one in both smooth hollows of her underarms barely tracing the center of smooth skin. The sensations were mounting with each light trace. Squeezing her eyes shut from the reflection of her torment. Her own words babbled to hopefully reason with him as she futilely tugged at her wrists' bonds to escape his onslaught. “Noooooooo, stop…you can’t do this-ss-ss…eeheeheeehahaahaaaa…”
Ticklish sensation mounted in the mist of her words as another feather was added to each underarm, now the slight brushings of three lightly grazed her sensitive skin. The resistance she tried so desperately to hold onto as another and yet one more lightly covered the expanse of her ticklish skin caused her body to buck against its restraints as laughter bubbled out from the light grazing each feathered tip supplied.
“NO-HO-HO-HO-HAA-HAAA-HAA…”
And the trail of ticklish feathers began earnestly flexing and flickering against the smooth hollows of her underarms spasming unbearable currents of sensation as she tried in vain to thrash away from the torture.
“Tickle tickle…tickle tickle tickle…” his voice whispered, taunted her ear while feathers swirled, danced, and teased her into spasms of laughter she couldn’t control. Too soon she was rendered to pleas as she futilely fought against her bonds. It felt like forever before pleas and laughter turned to breathless dizzying sensations that her body almost lost conscience to, but the torture stopped, granting her relief.
Her eyes slowly opened to find her tormentor studying her with reverence though the mirror image while she gasped for breath. While lingering sensations still swirled through out her perspired body, his voice uttered one word. “Consent.”
“N-n-never.”
Cursing silently over her impulsive actions that made her cross over the winged realms boundaries days before, she consoled herself with the possibility that Raven would come to her rescue to challenge this man's claim.
But the man behind her read her thoughts with perceptive clarity. “You knew what risk you took once you crossed our lands didn’t you?”
Her temper seethed but she held words in check not wanting to provoke this man beyond the present situation. However, no answer was provoking enough as he repeated the question in a flair of anger, “Didn’t you?!”
“YES.”
“Then your claim to me is valid, and no challenge will change that.”
“Raven will come for me. I know he will.”
“If he comes, he does so with his blessing,” She gasped as she felt the light trace of feathers slowly trail down her sensitive spine, “and to witness your consent.”
Lower and lower, the feathers lightly flicked reducing her to giggles of sensation. Feathered fingers swished delicately along each vertebra, her giggles turning to laughter as the ticklish tips reached a sensitive area just above her backside that caused her body to burst with sensations.
“P-Plee-ee-eese Stttoo-oo-ppp…heee heee heee haaaa haaaaaa HAAAAaaaaaa..”
The man in the mirror just smiled his wicked intent as feathers swirled just a few fractions lower at the slight indent. “Ticklish here little one? I almost wonder... but there's so much of your body beckoning me to explore.”
She couldn’t see the feathers move against her skin through the mirror's image, only the man's determination and desire that his eyes revealed as he continued his onslaught.
‘I’ll never survive.’ Brina’s thought with growing madness. ‘Raven forgive me but I’m trying not to succumb…’
Suddenly the ticklish sensations branched out across her back nearing her sides. “NO-HOO-HOO-HOO HAA HAAAAAAHAAAA….” Moments later ten feathered tips divided to slowly rise up each rib and tickle their way back down again.
“Oh yes…very ticklish.”
She tried with all her might to avoid the feathers tickling her, but it was still a futile effort. The more she moved her body from side to side to escape the tickling, the faster the feathers flicked in retaliation to avoid them. And just as before, when the dizzying sensations threatened her to the brink of unconsciousness, the ticklish sensations stopped and she slumped in her bonds gasping for breath.
“Brina, Brina, so stubborn; don’t you know this is inevitable? As part of the Winged clan, we men have perfected the art of tickling.”
“I….I…hate…you.”
Still gasping for air, she watched the man’s movements through the mirror as he slowly began to pace behind her, though his stare still never wavering from her own.
“Are you aware that your consent brings the privilege of schooling my own body? Anything I’ve done and more will be your right to demand whether I willingly submit or not. Does that not tempt you? I would think giving back the torture you still have yet to receive might serve your consent enough.”
The revelation was so startling that the mere suggestion of revenge alone did tempt her to nearly consent, but Brina bit back the temptation knowing the man would devise any ploy in order to gain her submission.
“Ah, so the idea appeals?” Too late to hide her reaction, his smile broadened mischievously as his body sank down to sit on one side of her while his words coaxed further revengeful thoughts. “All men in our clan are extremely ticklish to the point of eroticism Brina. We expel our lust lavishly with the pleasurable madness it brings. Think of it, you could wield that madness over me little one, for as long as you like.”
He stretched his body to a relaxed stance; his midnight robe parting to the best of its advantage so her eyes couldn’t help but gaze upon the perfection of him through the reflection.
The plains and angles of his masculine build were tempting to envision in the throes of torture while she inflicted ticklish revenge. Like a runaway thought growing with just the suggestion she knew there was nothing she wanted more.
Her gaze centered to his arousal that was firm and hard to behold. “Yes even there little one, you may weld me to your will.”
Enthralled by the growing possibilities, only her heart's cry of Raven laid siege to diminish her thoughts. To consent to this man, even in light of revengeful means, would lose him forever.
“If I did not love Raven, rest assured I would give you a befitting end. But I will never succumb to you as long as he lives.”
His eyes lit with admiration. “Never is a very long time Brina…”
Feathered fingers flexed into view again, and before she could utter a word of protest she felt the light swirl of feathers behind her knee, trailing ticklish sensations that shot through her body that already was weak from the strain of laughter “Oh noooooo-hooo-hooo, pl-ee—eeee-seee…..”
“Tsk tsk tsk…not nearly ticklish enough.” Feathers slowly glided down her leg as his other feathered hand lightly grazed the top of her toes causing her to jerk and shriek with hysterical laugher from the brief touch. “Yes, here we are…”
The only concession she was thankful for was that her feet were grounded and not wholly vulnerable. Of course the maddening tickles from what those feathers could reach numbed her mind to the fact it barely mattered. With high arches that gave him the advantage to trail against and under to the most ticklish area of skin to be found there, feathers skittered back and forth relentlessly while other feathered fingers trailed every inch of the tops of her toes.
Feathers tickled both her feet until she was on the brink of near hysteria and lost oxygen, this time her only solace was that he slowed his torture to bearable tickles while she managed to gain a semblance of her breath back.
His feathered fingers lightly trailed up both limbs to her outer thighs. Sensations now rendered giggles until he eased himself up again to his full height behind her and the traces of touch began to trail against her hips slowly ascending to wide ticklish circles around her stomach.
The ticklish circles drew smaller and smaller mounting sensations the nearer he came to her bellybutton. And then suddenly the rapid flicks of ticklish sensation reduced her to pleas and mindless laughter again.
‘Too much…I can’t take any more…I can’t…I can’t….’ her mind screamed silently as the light twirl of a tipped feather within her bellybutton rendered her laughter to silent hysteria she no longer had air enough to supply. With her body’s energy long ago spent from laughter and struggles all she could do was limply hang from her bonds losing herself to the numbed unconsciousness closing in…
The feathers slowed once again however, and as she hung there gasping breath between silent giggles, bearable sanity slowly returned. “Consent Brina…” came the whispered taunt again near her ear. “You have no choice.”
Even as tears impaired her vision she managed somehow to lift her head to stare at him through the mirror. His expectancy met disappointment with her only means of refusal, a weary shake of her head.
“There are other places yet to explore sweet ticklish Brina, places that will render pleasure as sure as laughter.”
The warning was well heeded, but her determination was still as strong as his. No, she would not risk losing the one she loved no matter the course of torture this man gave.
As the slow bearable glide of feathers trailed up her breastbone, she managed to sustain enough breath to gasp, “You will … never have… my heart…”
Feathered tips trailed up to lightly circle around each breast, her body turning traitor as she gasped and giggled; the tips of her breasts hardening with arousal. “But I have your body’s lust little one. Shall I introduce you to the bliss these feathers can weld?”
She couldn’t help the moans of pleasure between giggles as feather tips swirled round and round, closer and closer to her hardened nipples. The ticklish feathers were too erotic to bear, but deep routed pride refused to give this man the satisfaction that her reactions was anything but the manipulation of her body, “heeheeheee y-you're do-hoohooing this a-against my w-will- ha-haaaa…”
“But you’re also getting very wet.” Came the whispered taunt close to her ear.
Feather tips swirled closer and closer to trail along the outer shell of her deep pinked crests, and then suddenly stopped. For mere moments she wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry from the frustration he left her with or cry with relief from the momentary reprieve.
“Prepare yourself little one.” came the sardonic whisper against her ear. A warning that made her gaze into the man's eyes through the mirror as she watched his actions with a shiver of foreboding. The tipped feather of each index gloved finger slowly trailed against his tongue, wetness coating the tip of each thoroughly.
“Nooooooo…” She thought she was beyond pleading, but the word slipped past her lips as both coated feathers neared, slowly flexing as the husky voice behind her darkly taunted.
“Consent…”
The wet light brushes that teased her hardened nipples caused her to buck and arch, the current of tickling sensations rendering a renewed life to her body she never realized it still had. But no amount of twisting and bucking deterred the feathers' touch as they wetly fluttered like tiny butterfly wings against her crests while his voice chanted teasingly “tickle tickle tickle…”
The endless torture the tipped feathers wrought brought her breasts to such aching sensitivity that she felt wetness trickle down her thighs and a frustrating orgasm near ready to surface…
And then the feather’s touch slowed, their tips dry against her crests. The sensations would ebb away then, just slightly, only he’d take sadistic amusement to wetly coat those tips again and again as he ruthlessly and repeatedly brought her so very close to the brink she secretly began to beg for.
Only after what seemed to be a lifetime of torment, one feathered hand strayed across her ribs fluttering trails to her vertebrae descending slowly…slowly…
Her giggles reached full laughter and frustrated moans as she felt the soft trail of feather tips lower down the crack of her backside. As they lightly brushing up and down she was slowly brought to ticklish hysteria with each torturous stroke.
“P-P-PL-AHH-HAAAA-HAAA-SSSEEE-EEE-EEESSSS….” She begged, the laughter beginning to deplete her of air again. With the building and rebuilding of her orgasm so close to shooting through her body, the tickling seemed too much to bear as her skin became all the more sensitized the closer he pushed her towards an edge.
The ticklish feather tip that had still accosted her breast then chose this time to begin its journey down. And just as that one-feather descended down her body, it was enough for her to hope it would lead to her release and end to it all.
The single feather tip barely grazed her clit; that merest action rendering a screamed moan between gales of laughter.
“AUUUHHHH–HAA-HAAAA-HAAAA…”
“So very, very wet little one…if I just tickle here a little…”
Slowly, the single feather stroked a few passes over her clit to prove his theory, bringing her so very close to the edge of orgasm, then stilled.
She wanted to rant and rave, beg for release, but it was too hard to grasp air now while feather tips still continuing their ticklish torture slowly tracing up and down the crack of her backside…
And then again, the single feather contributed its erotic torture as it slowly tickled her clit to just beyond the reach of what she desperately wanted, so desperately needed.
“Consent Brina and I will give you the pleasure.”
Her will wavered as her body was manipulated past reason, but she couldn’t speak, could barely breath.
This time the feather tip delved deep into her wetness bathing it in her own juices. As it slowly inched forward to lightly trail up to and find her clit once more, ticklish strokes ruthlessly drove her to the brink of madness…and then stopped again.
It was a futile effort at best, but there was no way her body would let her mind rule her senses and needs. With total acceptance of what she knew would be her undoing, her head dropped to what she hoped suited as a nod.
Then ever so slowly the feather tip caressed her clit, light brushings edging fractionally higher, faster, lighter as if it held all the erotic knowledge to draw every nerve ending to its keenest awareness and to ultimate surrender.
The throes of her orgasm began, her body shaking with the force of it…
The feather tip fractionally moved a hint higher, fluttering, and with a silent scream she was tossed into a vortex of intensity that her body uncontrollably bucked against…
And then as the last fraction of the merest spans edged higher, the feather tip ruthlessly reached the vulnerably nerved center that shot every muscle in her body into an arch that strained her bonds. Cataclysmic explosions without end took hold for what seemed like an eternity…
Brina wasn’t sure how long it was till sanity began to return to find her tormenters arms wrapped around her, holding her against his body while sensations still ebbed away. But it was a strange reality she came back to indeed when she began to surmise the rapid intake of air was not solely her own, but of the man’s against her, and that his own heart beat hammered just as hard.
“Say it Brina, I need to hear you say it…please…”
The husky desperation of the man's voice made her pause. Even though the guilt over her lustful satisfaction ruined what would never be between herself and her Raven, she felt an odd sort of tenderness towards this man and his reaction to her succumbing.
‘The bond,’ her thoughts silently acknowledged. With the consent there was a bond that only existed between true mates that were meant to be.
The revelation hit her full force as she met the man's tender gaze through the mirror. Raven was never meant to be her mate if she felt the bond with this man.
Breathlessly still dumbfounded by the whirlwind of events she murmured, “I give my consent to be your life mate.”
If it was at all possible, the man hugged her tighter as he brushed a loving kiss across her hair, and then withdrew. His steps for the first time rounded to face her, and as he did, shock once again nearly undid her.
"I will love you with all of my heart little one.”
There standing before her was a man taller then what the mirror revealed. His hair, the deep shades of midnight, and eyes the very shade of sapphire that she’d come to know. With the gloves already removed, his hand reached to withdraw the mask to reveal her true lifemate.
“Raven…!”
She glanced from him to beyond the mirrors image that still revealed the characteristics of his tribal clan of blond hair and hazel eyes, then back at the man before her.
“It took days to convince the clan that tribal tradition could still be honored by not revealing who I was. Forgive me Brina; it was the only way to reach the mating ritual without dishonoring clan law.”
Brina was overjoyed; tears of wonder reveled at the very thought from what they had both went through. She hadn’t betrayed him, she never had.
After his lips met hers tenderly, she whispered teasingly with a smile, “Then lifemate, as my right I demand you to unbind me so I may have through retribution.”
He laughed even though her teasing held a thread of seriousness to it. As he reached to undo her bonds, she felt his body shiver in anticipation over what was to be one of the many loving tortures they would spend the rest of their lives sharing.
THE END
