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We're going to see the MELF's! This is the next installment of the The Shattered Ruby storyline, published with the permission of my client.
Here is a link to the first part of the story (Scenes 1-4):
Tickling | Bondage | F/F | Mindbreak | Critical Role | MELF
In which Marion Lavorre finds, tickles, and corrupts a blonde elf woman
Scene 7: the Giggling Grove
Elendara descended the moonlit path towards the Dryad's Grove, her bare feet making almost no sound against the moss-covered stones. The ancient trees were normally teeming with fey, but tonight they stood unnaturally silent. A gentle evening breeze stirred her long blonde hair as she noted the curious silence.
Something's wrong, she thought.
Elendara's azure eyes narrowed as she scanned the familiar clearing. She'd frequented this grove for three centuries, but tonight, the grove was uncharacteristically empty. No fireflies danced among the ferns. No nightingales sang their evening songs. Even the small pond at the center, usually alive with the soft laughter of bathing nymphs, lay still as black glass.
Her flowing white and green robes brushed against the tall grass as she moved deeper into the clearing, one hand instinctively reaching for the small knife at her belt. The fabric was thin and light, suited for the warm summer evening: a sleeveless bodice that left her arms bare, connected to a flowing skirt that swirled around her ankles.
Then she saw her.
A figure stood at the edge of the pond, half-hidden in shadow, her form unmistakably feminine and distinctly not elven. Red skin gleamed in the moonlight, and a long tail swayed lazily behind her like a contented cat's.
A tiefling. Here, in a sacred dryad grove, miles from the nearest settlement that would tolerate her kind.
"Who...?" Elendara's voice cut off as the figure turned, and recognition struck her.
The tiefling woman who faced her was a creature of legend, at least in certain circles. The Ruby of the Sea - Marion Lavorre - renowned courtesan of the Menagerie Coast, celebrated across the continent for her beauty and her voice. Elendara had never seen her in person, but she'd heard the songs, seen the portraits that traveling merchants sometimes carried.
This woman matched the portraits exactly, but her attire was... different from what the stories described.
Marion wore a black corset that pushed her breasts upward, and her nipples were covered only by small black pasties. Fishnet stockings crawled up her thighs, disappearing beneath the shortest of skirts. Her hands were covered by black gloves, and a black leather choker encircled her throat.
Most unsettling was the whip coiled at her hip, its leather gleaming with an oily sheen that seemed almost alive.
"Good evening, my darling," Marion called to her, her voice like honey. "I was beginning to think I'd have this beautiful grove all to myself tonight."
Elendara recognized the sensation even as it began to cloud her thoughts - an erotic haze that seemed to emanate from the tiefling like perfume, wrapping around her senses and whispering suggestions she'd never consciously entertain. Her skin prickled with sudden warmth, and she became acutely aware of her own body beneath the thin fabric of her robes.
She forced herself to take a step back, grounding herself with the sensation of cool grass between her toes.
"You're Marion Lavorre," she said flatly, refusing to phrase it as a question. "The Ruby of the Sea."
"My reputation precedes me," Marion replied, her smile widening. "How delightful."
"Your reputation includes being missing for nearly a year." Elendara's eyes narrowed. "There were search parties, and investigations. Some said you'd been taken by pirates, others that you'd simply vanished into thin air."
"And yet here I am." Marion spread her arms wide, as if presenting herself for inspection. The movement made her breasts shift enticingly, and Elendara felt her gaze drawn downward before she could stop herself. "Alive and well, as you can see. Perhaps the reports were... exaggerated."
"Where are the dryads?"
The question came out sharper than Elendara intended, but she didn't care. Something was deeply wrong here, and no amount of magical arousal could make her forget the empty silence of this grove.
"They've gone elsewhere for the evening," Marion responded flatly.
"The dryads are bound to these trees," Elendara replied.
"Then perhaps they simply recognized a kindred spirit." Marion began to walk slowly along the edge of the pond, her hips swaying with each step. "Someone who appreciates the finer things in life. Beauty, pleasure, and the exquisite sensation of surrender."
That last word seemed to hang in the air, laced with magic, weighted with meaning. Elendara felt another pulse of that insidious enchantment wash over her, and her nipples began to swell beneath her bodice.
"I don't know what game you're playing, tiefling, but I want no part of it."
"Don't you?" Marion paused, turning to face her fully. The moonlight caught her eyes, and Elendara realized with a start that they weren't quite the right color - too dark, too deep, like pools of shadow. "Your body tells a different story, darling. I can smell your arousal from here."
Heat flooded Elendara's cheeks - whether from embarrassment or the relentless pressure of Marion's magic, she couldn't tell.
"Elves don't-"
"Elves do. You're flesh and blood like anyone else, no matter how much you pretend otherwise." Marion's voice dropped to a low, resonant purr. "And right now, that flesh is aching for attention. I can see it in the way you're standing, with your thighs pressed together. You're wet already, aren't you? Just from looking at me."
"This is absurd." Elendara turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the ground. "I'm leaving."
"Are you?" Marion tilted her head, that predatory smile never wavering. "Or are you going to stay and take a bath with me? The water is lovely tonight. Warm as a summer rain."
But even as the rational part of Elendara's mind screamed warnings, her body was already betraying her. The magic Marion emanated was stronger now, wrapping around her thoughts like a cloud. She found herself imagining what it would feel like to slide into that dark water, to feel Marion's hands on her skin...
...and the next thing she knew, she was in the water. It was warm, just as Marion had promised. Elendara waded in slowly, her robes growing heavy and translucent as they absorbed the water. She kept her eyes fixed on Marion, who had already submerged herself to her shoulders, her red skin glistening wetly in the moonlight.
"There now," Marion cooed. "Isn't that better?"
In spite of her suspicions, Elendara felt her muscles beginning to unclench. The water seemed to carry some of the same magic as Marion herself, soothing away the sharp edges of her wariness. She found herself moving deeper, until the water lapped at her chest.
"Why are you here?" she persisted. "Why this grove?"
"Because the magic here called to me," Marion said as she drifted closer. "And because I was hoping to meet someone exactly like you."
"Like me?"
"Someone... lonely. Someone yearning with a hunger that's gone unmet."
Elendara's heart was pounding. Marion's face was inches from her own now, those too-dark eyes filling her vision. The magic was a roar in her ears, a haze in her mind, drowning out everything but the promise of those full, painted lips.
"Let me show you," Marion whispered. "Let me give you what you need."
She leaned in... and Elendara pulled back. She stumbled backward through the water, nearly losing her footing on the slippery pond bottom.
"I-I should go," Elendara stammered, already turning toward the shore. "This was a mistake. I don't know what you are or what you want, but I want no part of it-"
The whip moved faster than even Elendara's elven eyes could track. One moment it was curled at Marion's hip, the next it was flying through the air as if it was alive. She felt the leather wind around her wrists before she could even register what was happening, binding them together.
"What the-" she yanked at her arms, but the whip held firm. "Release me!"
Marion was already wading toward her, a wicked grin on her face.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear," Marion tutted. "If you'd just let me kiss you, this all would have been so much easier."
The whip gave a sudden jerk, and Elendara felt herself being pulled toward the edge of the pond. She tried to dig her heels in, but the bottom of the pond was too slippery. She was dragged through the water like a fish on a line, stumbling and splashing until she stood on the mossy bank.
"Let me go!" She twisted and pulled, but the leather only tightened. "What are you doing?"
"Finding you a more... comfortable position."
The other end of the whip shot upward, wrapping itself around a thick oak branch that overhung the pond. It contracted, and Elendara felt her arms wrenched above her head. They went up, and up, until she was forced onto her toes, her bound wrists stretched toward the dark canopy above.
She screamed then, a sound of pure fury that echoed through the silent grove.
"I'll kill you for this!" she snarled. "Do you hear me? I'll tear that smile right off your face!"
"Oh, don't be like that," Marion cooed, her gloved hand caressing Elendara's jaw. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
"Who sent you? Who are you working for?"
"That's not really information you need right now." Marion's fingers trailed down Elendara's neck, tracing the line of her collarbone. "What you need to focus on is breathing. Nice, deep breaths. And trying not to laugh."
"Laugh?" Elendara's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you-"
Marion's hands shot up into her armpits. There was no time to try and hold back, a shriek of startled laughter exploded out of the ticklish elf woman immediately.
"HAHAHAHAHA! NO~ STOP!"
"There we go." Marion's fingers wiggled and danced, exploring the smooth, damp skin beneath Elendara's arms with a terrifyingly effective technique. "That's the sound I wanted to hear. Such a beautiful laugh you have."
"I'll - HAHAHAHA! I'll KILL-" Elendara thrashed against her bonds, but the magical whip held firm. Her arms were stretched too high to lower, leaving her underarms completely exposed to Marion's humiliating assault. "S-stop it! HAHAHA!"
"Why would I stop?" Marion leaned in close as her fingers continued their merciless work. "Pretty elf girls always have the sweetest laughs!"
She pressed her lips to the curve of Elendara's neck and licked her skin with a long, slow drag of her tongue, from shoulder to ear, that made the elf's back arch involuntarily.
"Nnngh~ don't-"
"Don't what?" Marion asked as she resumed tickling the squealing elf woman. Her fingers danced over her upper ribcage, and along the sides of her breasts, occasionally poking back into her armpits again. "Don't tickle you? Don't taste you? I'd rather keep doing both, sweetie, over and over again, until you're begging me for more..."
"NevHAHAHA! I'll never-!"
Marion leaned in and kissed her armpit.
The sensation was so unexpected, so wrong, that Elendara's laughter cut off into a gasp. Marion's lips were soft and warm against that hypersensitive skin, and when her tongue darted out to trace the shallow hollow, the ticklish sensation became... something else.
"Ungh... don't!" she moaned. "That's... you can't..."
"I can." Marion looked up at her, then licked her armpit again. "And I will. Every inch of you, darling. I'm going to worship you until you can't remember your own name."
Elandara began to wonder if there was some kind of magic in Marion's mouth, as the kisses and tongue lashings were coaxing up a lust in her that she'd never experienced in her long life.
She didn't have much time to dwell on it, however, as Marion soon returned to her work, alternating between maddening tickles and devastating kisses. Her fingers would dance across Elendara's ribs, making her shriek with laughter, and then her mouth would close over the elf's skin, sucking and licking until the laughter became moans. Her gloved hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and hollow of Elendara's torso.
She stepped back, and Elendara sagged in her bonds, gasping for breath. Her white and green robes were plastered to her body, translucent from the water, hiding nothing. She could feel her nipples hardened and pulsing against the fabric, and could feel a shivering wetness between her thighs that had nothing to do with the pond.
"Don't you dare..."
Marion's fingers found the clasp at Elendara's shoulder and undid it. The fabric fell away, pooling around the elf's waist before sliding down to puddle at her feet. Her breasts spilled free, firm and pale, her pink nipples already hard from the magical arousal that Marion exuded. The elf felt a surge of humiliation mixed with unwanted desire as those dark eyes raked over her newly exposed flesh.
"Beautiful," Marion breathed. "Absolutely beautiful. I'm going to enjoy ravishing you."
"Y-you," Elandara snarled through ragged breaths, her breasts bouncing as her chest heaved. "You're pathetic. A lapdog for whoever corrupted you. The real Marion Lavorre had a sense of propriety, and of... of dignity!"
"You want to talk about dignity?" She stepped back, reaching for something in the shadows. "Let's discuss your dignity, shall we?"
She returned with a bar of soap and a small bucket of water. The soap was an unusual color - a deep purple, shot through with swirls of silver that seemed to shift and move in the moonlight.
"What is that?" Elendara eyed the soap with suspicion. "What are you going to do?"
"I warned you to hold your tongue." Marion dipped the soap into the bucket, working up a thick purple lather between her gloved hands. "But you had to go and insult me. So now... you're going to get a very thorough scrubbing."
Elendara gasped as the tiefling's soapy hands grabbed hold of her breasts, working the lather in over her nipples. The solution was warm, and seemed to tingle against her skin, leaving trails of strange sensation wherever it touched.
"W-what is that feeling...?"
"My mistress has many gifts," Marion purred, her slippery hands kneading and squeezing Elendara's breasts with deliberate slowness. "This soap is one of them. It has a few... special properties."
Marion coated the elf woman's large breasts thoroughly before sliding down to her stomach, her sides, her hips. Everywhere the soap touched, that tingling warmth spread, until Elendara's entire torso was buzzing with hypersensitivity.
"You're going to find that you're much more ticklish now," Marion said jovially as she worked the lather into Elandara's trembling thighs. "And much more responsive!"
She was right. When Marion's fingers brushed over Elendara's stomach - a light, casual touch that wouldn't normally have registered at all - the elf's entire body shuddered from the intensity of the ticklish sensation.
"AAUGH!" she screamed.
"That's my girl," Marion teased as she slid around to Elandara's back, working the soap into every inch of her skin.
"Stop! Please!" she begged. "I'm sorry-!"
"Too late for apologies, sweetie." Marion admonished as her soapy fingers worked down Elendara's spine. "You wanted to question my dignity? Now I'm going to show you exactly how undignified you can become."
Marions' hands cupped her buttocks, kneading them with enthusiasm.
"NO," Elandara gasped, twisting desperately in her bonds. "Not there- don't-!"
"Every inch, remember?" Marion whispered in her ear.
Her soapy fingers slid between Elendara's cheeks, and the elf cried out in a primal squeal of distress. The soap tingled against her most sensitive places, sensitizing the delicate skin until even Marion's gentle touch felt like an explosion of sensation.
"That's my pretty little elf girl," Marion murmured, her fingers circling Elendara's soap-slicked entrance. "Feel how sensitive you are? How desperately ticklish your body is becoming?"
Elendara hung there, naked and glistening, her entire body buzzing with the soap's enchantment. She felt everything now. Every whisper of the breeze, every drop of water that slid down her skin. Her nipples ached. Her flower throbbed. And she knew, with horrible certainty, that she couldn't withstand what was coming.
"Now then." Marion cracked her knuckles. "Where to begin?"
She struck like a viper - ten fingers driving into Elendara's sides simultaneously.
The sensation was annihilating. The soap had turned Elendara's already sensitive torso into a landscape of unbearable ticklishness, and Marion's expert fingers exploited every inch of it. She danced up Elendara's ribs like she was playing a harpsichord, each touch sending shockwaves of ticklish agony through the elf's body.
"NOOOAHAHAHA! I CAN'T - HAHAHA!"
"You can," Marion assured her, her fingers never slowing. "You have no choice but to take it, darling. Take it and enjoy it."
She worked her way up to Elendara's armpits, and the elf screamed. The soap had made those already unbearable hollows into torture chambers of sensitivity, and Marion's wiggling fingers felt like a hundred feathers tickling her at once.
"PLEASE! HAHAHA! PLEASE! MERCY, PLEEEEHAHAHA!"
"Mercy?" Marion giggled cruelly. "You're not going to find any of that here."
She tickled and tickled and tickled, her hands roaming freely over Elendara's soap-slick body. Rapid-fire pokes between her shoulder blades, light pinches over her hip bones, a flurry of fluttering fingers up and down her arms.
Elendara's laughter became continuous, broken only by desperate gasps for air. Tears streamed down her face. Her body convulsed and writhed, trying helplessly to escape the endless tickling assault.
"STOP - HAHAHA! I'LL DO ANYTHING - PLEASE!!!"
"You know what I want to hear." Marion's fingers danced down Elendara's stomach, getting dangerously close to her exposed sex. "Say you belong to me."
"I... I-I can't..."
"Then we continue."
She dropped to her knees.
For one horrible moment, Elendara thought Marion was going to touch her there, where she was wet and aching and utterly exposed. But instead, the tiefling lifted one of Elendara's feet, cradling it in her soapy hands.
"No," Elendara whispered. "No, please, not my feet-"
"Ah, so that's your weakness." Marion's smile was pure evil. "I was wondering when we'd find it."
The first stroke of her fingernails across Elendara's soap-slicked sole produced a sound like a death wail, high and wild and utterly unhinged.
"NAHAHAHA! NOT THERE - PLEASE! HAHAHA!"
Marion's fingers scribbled over Elendara's arch, dancing up to her toes and back down to her heel. The enchanted soap had turned the elf's already sensitive feet into instruments of pure ticklish torture.
"Let's see how long you can last..." Marion grinned wickedly.
She couldn't last. She couldn't last at all. Within minutes, Elendara had been reduced to a shrieking, sobbing, laughing mess, her body convulsing so violently that the magical whip had to tighten its grip to keep her from tearing herself apart.
Marion tickled both feet thoroughly, spending long minutes on each arch, each set of toes, each impossibly sensitive heel. Then she worked her way back up the calves, behind her knees, along her inner thighs, until she was kneeling directly in front of Elendara's glistening sex.
"Don't-" Elendara pleaded, her voice raw from screaming. "Please, not there-"
"This pretty thing?" Marion traced one finger lightly over Elendara's outer lips, and the elf's entire body spasmed. "It would be cruel to leave it out, don't you think? After all, I did say every inch."
"I c-cant," the elf woman sobbed, "I'll break-"
"That's entirely the point, my dear."
Marion's fingers slid inside her.
The sensation was beyond description - ticklish and pleasurable and invading and overwhelming, the enchanted soap amplifying every touch until Elendara couldn't tell where the tickling ended and the ecstasy began. Marion's clever fingers found her most sensitive spots and stroked them with devastating effect, while her thumb circled and teased her swollen clit.
"UNGH~ OH GODS~ OHHH~ HAHAHA! PLEASE!"
Marion pressed her lips to Elandara's lower stomach pooch and began kissing it. Elendara came with a scream that echoed through the silent grove, a release so intense that her vision went white and her body locked up. Marion's fingers never stopped moving as she spasmed, drawing out the orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
When it was finally over, Elendara hung limp and gasping in her bonds, exhausted.
"Now then." Marion's soapy hands settled on Elendara's shoulder blades. "Let's see how ticklish this pretty back of yours is."
"NO!" she screamed. "No more! Please, I-I'll say it-"
"Say what?" Marion asked.
"I..." Elandara gasped for air. "I... I belong... to you."
"Mmm. A good start." Marion mused as her fingers began moving again, slower and more teasing. "But I don't think you mean it yet. Not really."
"I DO! AHAHAHA! I SWEAR I DO!"
"Words are easy." Marion's hands slid down to cup Elendara's soap-slicked buttocks, squeezing firmly and spreading them. "I need you to feel it. To believe it in your very soul."
Her fingers slipped between Elendara's cheeks again, and this time they didn't stop at teasing. One soap-slick digit circled Elendara's most private entrance, pressing insistently.
"No!!!" Elendara tried to clench, but the soap had made her too slippery to resist. "Not there, please!!!"
"Everywhere," Marion reminded her. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Including this."
Her finger slid inside, and Elendara wailed. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt, it was ticklish and invasive and somehow mysteriously pleasurable, the enchanted soap turning even this profane and base violation into something her body craved.
"AUUUGH! OH! UNNNNGH! OH GODS, PLEASE!!!"
Marion's other hand reached around to stroke Elendara's pussy even as she worked her other entrance, her fingers moving in devastating synchronization. She tickled and penetrated and pleasured until Elendara couldn't think of anything else.
***
The night stretched on endlessly, punctuated by the sound of Elandara's screams and laughter and moans. Marion was tireless, her stamina supernatural, and her creativity boundless. With her victim's naked and ticklish body securely stretched before her, she exploited every possible combination of tickling and pleasure until Elendara lost all sense of time and self.
She was turned and positioned and exposed in every conceivable way. Marion tickled her from head to toe, and every inch in-between. She was brought to orgasm again and again, each climax more devastating than the last, her oversensitized body incapable of resistance.
The soap never seemed to wear off. If anything, its effects grew stronger as the night progressed, until even Marion's breath on Elendara's skin was enough to make her squirm and shudder with ticklish arousal.
"Please," Elendara whimpered, sometime in the darkest hours before dawn. "Please, I can't... I can't take any more-!"
"Yes, you can." Marion was behind her, her fingers dancing up and down Elendara's spine while her other hand worked between the elf's thighs. "You can take everything I give you. You were made for this."
"...made for?"
"Made to serve. Made to submit." Marion whispered into Elendara's elven ear. "Made to belong to my mistress. She'll give you purpose. Meaning. You'll never be lonely again. Never be empty. All you have to do is... submit."
"I-I..." Elendara's voice was a broken rasp at this point, and her mind was lost in a haze of conflicted emotions. "I w-will... submit."
Marion kissed Elendara with a deep, claiming kiss that the elf returned with desperate enthusiasm. The magic that had been building all night washed over her body and flooded into her mind, rewriting her desires, her loyalties, and her very sense of self.
When they finally separated, Elendara was no longer the suspicious, grumpy elf who had stumbled into this grove seeking solitude. She was something new - something that looked at Marion with adoration, and felt only a burning eagerness to please.
"How may I serve, mistress?" she panted.
Marion laughed, delighted. "First, let's get you cleaned up. Then..." She stroked Elendara's cheek with possessive fondness. "Then I'll take you to meet your new goddess."
The magical whip uncoiled from Elendara's wrists, and she fell into Marion's arms without even trying to catch herself. The tiefling held her close, supporting her weight easily.
"Welcome to the family, darling," Marion murmured against her hair. "Velouria is going to love you."
Above them, the first rays of sunlight broke over the treetops, illuminating the corrupted grove and the two figures at its heart - the mistress and her ticklish maiden.
The dryads, Elendara thought dreamily, would never return to this place. It belonged to Velouria now. Just like she did.
---
In the weeks that followed, the elven village above would search for Elendara, just as the Menagerie Coast had once searched for Marion. They would find nothing - no trace of the solitary elf who had vanished into the forest one warm summer evening.
But sometimes, late at night, elves from the village who ventured too close to the old dryad grove would report hearing strange sounds drifting through the trees: laughter, and moaning, and screams that were an eerie blend of pleasure and pain.
And they would hurry home, locking their doors against whatever dark power had claimed that sacred place.
They were right to be afraid.
Here is a link to the first part of the story (Scenes 1-4):
Tickling | Bondage | F/F | Mindbreak | Critical Role | MELF
In which Marion Lavorre finds, tickles, and corrupts a blonde elf woman
Scene 7: the Giggling Grove
Elendara descended the moonlit path towards the Dryad's Grove, her bare feet making almost no sound against the moss-covered stones. The ancient trees were normally teeming with fey, but tonight they stood unnaturally silent. A gentle evening breeze stirred her long blonde hair as she noted the curious silence.
Something's wrong, she thought.
Elendara's azure eyes narrowed as she scanned the familiar clearing. She'd frequented this grove for three centuries, but tonight, the grove was uncharacteristically empty. No fireflies danced among the ferns. No nightingales sang their evening songs. Even the small pond at the center, usually alive with the soft laughter of bathing nymphs, lay still as black glass.
Her flowing white and green robes brushed against the tall grass as she moved deeper into the clearing, one hand instinctively reaching for the small knife at her belt. The fabric was thin and light, suited for the warm summer evening: a sleeveless bodice that left her arms bare, connected to a flowing skirt that swirled around her ankles.
Then she saw her.
A figure stood at the edge of the pond, half-hidden in shadow, her form unmistakably feminine and distinctly not elven. Red skin gleamed in the moonlight, and a long tail swayed lazily behind her like a contented cat's.
A tiefling. Here, in a sacred dryad grove, miles from the nearest settlement that would tolerate her kind.
"Who...?" Elendara's voice cut off as the figure turned, and recognition struck her.
The tiefling woman who faced her was a creature of legend, at least in certain circles. The Ruby of the Sea - Marion Lavorre - renowned courtesan of the Menagerie Coast, celebrated across the continent for her beauty and her voice. Elendara had never seen her in person, but she'd heard the songs, seen the portraits that traveling merchants sometimes carried.
This woman matched the portraits exactly, but her attire was... different from what the stories described.
Marion wore a black corset that pushed her breasts upward, and her nipples were covered only by small black pasties. Fishnet stockings crawled up her thighs, disappearing beneath the shortest of skirts. Her hands were covered by black gloves, and a black leather choker encircled her throat.
Most unsettling was the whip coiled at her hip, its leather gleaming with an oily sheen that seemed almost alive.
"Good evening, my darling," Marion called to her, her voice like honey. "I was beginning to think I'd have this beautiful grove all to myself tonight."
Elendara recognized the sensation even as it began to cloud her thoughts - an erotic haze that seemed to emanate from the tiefling like perfume, wrapping around her senses and whispering suggestions she'd never consciously entertain. Her skin prickled with sudden warmth, and she became acutely aware of her own body beneath the thin fabric of her robes.
She forced herself to take a step back, grounding herself with the sensation of cool grass between her toes.
"You're Marion Lavorre," she said flatly, refusing to phrase it as a question. "The Ruby of the Sea."
"My reputation precedes me," Marion replied, her smile widening. "How delightful."
"Your reputation includes being missing for nearly a year." Elendara's eyes narrowed. "There were search parties, and investigations. Some said you'd been taken by pirates, others that you'd simply vanished into thin air."
"And yet here I am." Marion spread her arms wide, as if presenting herself for inspection. The movement made her breasts shift enticingly, and Elendara felt her gaze drawn downward before she could stop herself. "Alive and well, as you can see. Perhaps the reports were... exaggerated."
"Where are the dryads?"
The question came out sharper than Elendara intended, but she didn't care. Something was deeply wrong here, and no amount of magical arousal could make her forget the empty silence of this grove.
"They've gone elsewhere for the evening," Marion responded flatly.
"The dryads are bound to these trees," Elendara replied.
"Then perhaps they simply recognized a kindred spirit." Marion began to walk slowly along the edge of the pond, her hips swaying with each step. "Someone who appreciates the finer things in life. Beauty, pleasure, and the exquisite sensation of surrender."
That last word seemed to hang in the air, laced with magic, weighted with meaning. Elendara felt another pulse of that insidious enchantment wash over her, and her nipples began to swell beneath her bodice.
"I don't know what game you're playing, tiefling, but I want no part of it."
"Don't you?" Marion paused, turning to face her fully. The moonlight caught her eyes, and Elendara realized with a start that they weren't quite the right color - too dark, too deep, like pools of shadow. "Your body tells a different story, darling. I can smell your arousal from here."
Heat flooded Elendara's cheeks - whether from embarrassment or the relentless pressure of Marion's magic, she couldn't tell.
"Elves don't-"
"Elves do. You're flesh and blood like anyone else, no matter how much you pretend otherwise." Marion's voice dropped to a low, resonant purr. "And right now, that flesh is aching for attention. I can see it in the way you're standing, with your thighs pressed together. You're wet already, aren't you? Just from looking at me."
"This is absurd." Elendara turned to leave, but her feet felt rooted to the ground. "I'm leaving."
"Are you?" Marion tilted her head, that predatory smile never wavering. "Or are you going to stay and take a bath with me? The water is lovely tonight. Warm as a summer rain."
But even as the rational part of Elendara's mind screamed warnings, her body was already betraying her. The magic Marion emanated was stronger now, wrapping around her thoughts like a cloud. She found herself imagining what it would feel like to slide into that dark water, to feel Marion's hands on her skin...
...and the next thing she knew, she was in the water. It was warm, just as Marion had promised. Elendara waded in slowly, her robes growing heavy and translucent as they absorbed the water. She kept her eyes fixed on Marion, who had already submerged herself to her shoulders, her red skin glistening wetly in the moonlight.
"There now," Marion cooed. "Isn't that better?"
In spite of her suspicions, Elendara felt her muscles beginning to unclench. The water seemed to carry some of the same magic as Marion herself, soothing away the sharp edges of her wariness. She found herself moving deeper, until the water lapped at her chest.
"Why are you here?" she persisted. "Why this grove?"
"Because the magic here called to me," Marion said as she drifted closer. "And because I was hoping to meet someone exactly like you."
"Like me?"
"Someone... lonely. Someone yearning with a hunger that's gone unmet."
Elendara's heart was pounding. Marion's face was inches from her own now, those too-dark eyes filling her vision. The magic was a roar in her ears, a haze in her mind, drowning out everything but the promise of those full, painted lips.
"Let me show you," Marion whispered. "Let me give you what you need."
She leaned in... and Elendara pulled back. She stumbled backward through the water, nearly losing her footing on the slippery pond bottom.
"I-I should go," Elendara stammered, already turning toward the shore. "This was a mistake. I don't know what you are or what you want, but I want no part of it-"
The whip moved faster than even Elendara's elven eyes could track. One moment it was curled at Marion's hip, the next it was flying through the air as if it was alive. She felt the leather wind around her wrists before she could even register what was happening, binding them together.
"What the-" she yanked at her arms, but the whip held firm. "Release me!"
Marion was already wading toward her, a wicked grin on her face.
"I'm afraid I can't do that, my dear," Marion tutted. "If you'd just let me kiss you, this all would have been so much easier."
The whip gave a sudden jerk, and Elendara felt herself being pulled toward the edge of the pond. She tried to dig her heels in, but the bottom of the pond was too slippery. She was dragged through the water like a fish on a line, stumbling and splashing until she stood on the mossy bank.
"Let me go!" She twisted and pulled, but the leather only tightened. "What are you doing?"
"Finding you a more... comfortable position."
The other end of the whip shot upward, wrapping itself around a thick oak branch that overhung the pond. It contracted, and Elendara felt her arms wrenched above her head. They went up, and up, until she was forced onto her toes, her bound wrists stretched toward the dark canopy above.
She screamed then, a sound of pure fury that echoed through the silent grove.
"I'll kill you for this!" she snarled. "Do you hear me? I'll tear that smile right off your face!"
"Oh, don't be like that," Marion cooed, her gloved hand caressing Elendara's jaw. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
"Who sent you? Who are you working for?"
"That's not really information you need right now." Marion's fingers trailed down Elendara's neck, tracing the line of her collarbone. "What you need to focus on is breathing. Nice, deep breaths. And trying not to laugh."
"Laugh?" Elendara's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you-"
Marion's hands shot up into her armpits. There was no time to try and hold back, a shriek of startled laughter exploded out of the ticklish elf woman immediately.
"HAHAHAHAHA! NO~ STOP!"
"There we go." Marion's fingers wiggled and danced, exploring the smooth, damp skin beneath Elendara's arms with a terrifyingly effective technique. "That's the sound I wanted to hear. Such a beautiful laugh you have."
"I'll - HAHAHAHA! I'll KILL-" Elendara thrashed against her bonds, but the magical whip held firm. Her arms were stretched too high to lower, leaving her underarms completely exposed to Marion's humiliating assault. "S-stop it! HAHAHA!"
"Why would I stop?" Marion leaned in close as her fingers continued their merciless work. "Pretty elf girls always have the sweetest laughs!"
She pressed her lips to the curve of Elendara's neck and licked her skin with a long, slow drag of her tongue, from shoulder to ear, that made the elf's back arch involuntarily.
"Nnngh~ don't-"
"Don't what?" Marion asked as she resumed tickling the squealing elf woman. Her fingers danced over her upper ribcage, and along the sides of her breasts, occasionally poking back into her armpits again. "Don't tickle you? Don't taste you? I'd rather keep doing both, sweetie, over and over again, until you're begging me for more..."
"NevHAHAHA! I'll never-!"
Marion leaned in and kissed her armpit.
The sensation was so unexpected, so wrong, that Elendara's laughter cut off into a gasp. Marion's lips were soft and warm against that hypersensitive skin, and when her tongue darted out to trace the shallow hollow, the ticklish sensation became... something else.
"Ungh... don't!" she moaned. "That's... you can't..."
"I can." Marion looked up at her, then licked her armpit again. "And I will. Every inch of you, darling. I'm going to worship you until you can't remember your own name."
Elandara began to wonder if there was some kind of magic in Marion's mouth, as the kisses and tongue lashings were coaxing up a lust in her that she'd never experienced in her long life.
She didn't have much time to dwell on it, however, as Marion soon returned to her work, alternating between maddening tickles and devastating kisses. Her fingers would dance across Elendara's ribs, making her shriek with laughter, and then her mouth would close over the elf's skin, sucking and licking until the laughter became moans. Her gloved hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and hollow of Elendara's torso.
She stepped back, and Elendara sagged in her bonds, gasping for breath. Her white and green robes were plastered to her body, translucent from the water, hiding nothing. She could feel her nipples hardened and pulsing against the fabric, and could feel a shivering wetness between her thighs that had nothing to do with the pond.
"Don't you dare..."
Marion's fingers found the clasp at Elendara's shoulder and undid it. The fabric fell away, pooling around the elf's waist before sliding down to puddle at her feet. Her breasts spilled free, firm and pale, her pink nipples already hard from the magical arousal that Marion exuded. The elf felt a surge of humiliation mixed with unwanted desire as those dark eyes raked over her newly exposed flesh.
"Beautiful," Marion breathed. "Absolutely beautiful. I'm going to enjoy ravishing you."
"Y-you," Elandara snarled through ragged breaths, her breasts bouncing as her chest heaved. "You're pathetic. A lapdog for whoever corrupted you. The real Marion Lavorre had a sense of propriety, and of... of dignity!"
"You want to talk about dignity?" She stepped back, reaching for something in the shadows. "Let's discuss your dignity, shall we?"
She returned with a bar of soap and a small bucket of water. The soap was an unusual color - a deep purple, shot through with swirls of silver that seemed to shift and move in the moonlight.
"What is that?" Elendara eyed the soap with suspicion. "What are you going to do?"
"I warned you to hold your tongue." Marion dipped the soap into the bucket, working up a thick purple lather between her gloved hands. "But you had to go and insult me. So now... you're going to get a very thorough scrubbing."
Elendara gasped as the tiefling's soapy hands grabbed hold of her breasts, working the lather in over her nipples. The solution was warm, and seemed to tingle against her skin, leaving trails of strange sensation wherever it touched.
"W-what is that feeling...?"
"My mistress has many gifts," Marion purred, her slippery hands kneading and squeezing Elendara's breasts with deliberate slowness. "This soap is one of them. It has a few... special properties."
Marion coated the elf woman's large breasts thoroughly before sliding down to her stomach, her sides, her hips. Everywhere the soap touched, that tingling warmth spread, until Elendara's entire torso was buzzing with hypersensitivity.
"You're going to find that you're much more ticklish now," Marion said jovially as she worked the lather into Elandara's trembling thighs. "And much more responsive!"
She was right. When Marion's fingers brushed over Elendara's stomach - a light, casual touch that wouldn't normally have registered at all - the elf's entire body shuddered from the intensity of the ticklish sensation.
"AAUGH!" she screamed.
"That's my girl," Marion teased as she slid around to Elandara's back, working the soap into every inch of her skin.
"Stop! Please!" she begged. "I'm sorry-!"
"Too late for apologies, sweetie." Marion admonished as her soapy fingers worked down Elendara's spine. "You wanted to question my dignity? Now I'm going to show you exactly how undignified you can become."
Marions' hands cupped her buttocks, kneading them with enthusiasm.
"NO," Elandara gasped, twisting desperately in her bonds. "Not there- don't-!"
"Every inch, remember?" Marion whispered in her ear.
Her soapy fingers slid between Elendara's cheeks, and the elf cried out in a primal squeal of distress. The soap tingled against her most sensitive places, sensitizing the delicate skin until even Marion's gentle touch felt like an explosion of sensation.
"That's my pretty little elf girl," Marion murmured, her fingers circling Elendara's soap-slicked entrance. "Feel how sensitive you are? How desperately ticklish your body is becoming?"
Elendara hung there, naked and glistening, her entire body buzzing with the soap's enchantment. She felt everything now. Every whisper of the breeze, every drop of water that slid down her skin. Her nipples ached. Her flower throbbed. And she knew, with horrible certainty, that she couldn't withstand what was coming.
"Now then." Marion cracked her knuckles. "Where to begin?"
She struck like a viper - ten fingers driving into Elendara's sides simultaneously.
The sensation was annihilating. The soap had turned Elendara's already sensitive torso into a landscape of unbearable ticklishness, and Marion's expert fingers exploited every inch of it. She danced up Elendara's ribs like she was playing a harpsichord, each touch sending shockwaves of ticklish agony through the elf's body.
"NOOOAHAHAHA! I CAN'T - HAHAHA!"
"You can," Marion assured her, her fingers never slowing. "You have no choice but to take it, darling. Take it and enjoy it."
She worked her way up to Elendara's armpits, and the elf screamed. The soap had made those already unbearable hollows into torture chambers of sensitivity, and Marion's wiggling fingers felt like a hundred feathers tickling her at once.
"PLEASE! HAHAHA! PLEASE! MERCY, PLEEEEHAHAHA!"
"Mercy?" Marion giggled cruelly. "You're not going to find any of that here."
She tickled and tickled and tickled, her hands roaming freely over Elendara's soap-slick body. Rapid-fire pokes between her shoulder blades, light pinches over her hip bones, a flurry of fluttering fingers up and down her arms.
Elendara's laughter became continuous, broken only by desperate gasps for air. Tears streamed down her face. Her body convulsed and writhed, trying helplessly to escape the endless tickling assault.
"STOP - HAHAHA! I'LL DO ANYTHING - PLEASE!!!"
"You know what I want to hear." Marion's fingers danced down Elendara's stomach, getting dangerously close to her exposed sex. "Say you belong to me."
"I... I-I can't..."
"Then we continue."
She dropped to her knees.
For one horrible moment, Elendara thought Marion was going to touch her there, where she was wet and aching and utterly exposed. But instead, the tiefling lifted one of Elendara's feet, cradling it in her soapy hands.
"No," Elendara whispered. "No, please, not my feet-"
"Ah, so that's your weakness." Marion's smile was pure evil. "I was wondering when we'd find it."
The first stroke of her fingernails across Elendara's soap-slicked sole produced a sound like a death wail, high and wild and utterly unhinged.
"NAHAHAHA! NOT THERE - PLEASE! HAHAHA!"
Marion's fingers scribbled over Elendara's arch, dancing up to her toes and back down to her heel. The enchanted soap had turned the elf's already sensitive feet into instruments of pure ticklish torture.
"Let's see how long you can last..." Marion grinned wickedly.
She couldn't last. She couldn't last at all. Within minutes, Elendara had been reduced to a shrieking, sobbing, laughing mess, her body convulsing so violently that the magical whip had to tighten its grip to keep her from tearing herself apart.
Marion tickled both feet thoroughly, spending long minutes on each arch, each set of toes, each impossibly sensitive heel. Then she worked her way back up the calves, behind her knees, along her inner thighs, until she was kneeling directly in front of Elendara's glistening sex.
"Don't-" Elendara pleaded, her voice raw from screaming. "Please, not there-"
"This pretty thing?" Marion traced one finger lightly over Elendara's outer lips, and the elf's entire body spasmed. "It would be cruel to leave it out, don't you think? After all, I did say every inch."
"I c-cant," the elf woman sobbed, "I'll break-"
"That's entirely the point, my dear."
Marion's fingers slid inside her.
The sensation was beyond description - ticklish and pleasurable and invading and overwhelming, the enchanted soap amplifying every touch until Elendara couldn't tell where the tickling ended and the ecstasy began. Marion's clever fingers found her most sensitive spots and stroked them with devastating effect, while her thumb circled and teased her swollen clit.
"UNGH~ OH GODS~ OHHH~ HAHAHA! PLEASE!"
Marion pressed her lips to Elandara's lower stomach pooch and began kissing it. Elendara came with a scream that echoed through the silent grove, a release so intense that her vision went white and her body locked up. Marion's fingers never stopped moving as she spasmed, drawing out the orgasm that seemed to go on forever.
When it was finally over, Elendara hung limp and gasping in her bonds, exhausted.
"Now then." Marion's soapy hands settled on Elendara's shoulder blades. "Let's see how ticklish this pretty back of yours is."
"NO!" she screamed. "No more! Please, I-I'll say it-"
"Say what?" Marion asked.
"I..." Elandara gasped for air. "I... I belong... to you."
"Mmm. A good start." Marion mused as her fingers began moving again, slower and more teasing. "But I don't think you mean it yet. Not really."
"I DO! AHAHAHA! I SWEAR I DO!"
"Words are easy." Marion's hands slid down to cup Elendara's soap-slicked buttocks, squeezing firmly and spreading them. "I need you to feel it. To believe it in your very soul."
Her fingers slipped between Elendara's cheeks again, and this time they didn't stop at teasing. One soap-slick digit circled Elendara's most private entrance, pressing insistently.
"No!!!" Elendara tried to clench, but the soap had made her too slippery to resist. "Not there, please!!!"
"Everywhere," Marion reminded her. "Every inch of you belongs to me. Including this."
Her finger slid inside, and Elendara wailed. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt, it was ticklish and invasive and somehow mysteriously pleasurable, the enchanted soap turning even this profane and base violation into something her body craved.
"AUUUGH! OH! UNNNNGH! OH GODS, PLEASE!!!"
Marion's other hand reached around to stroke Elendara's pussy even as she worked her other entrance, her fingers moving in devastating synchronization. She tickled and penetrated and pleasured until Elendara couldn't think of anything else.
***
The night stretched on endlessly, punctuated by the sound of Elandara's screams and laughter and moans. Marion was tireless, her stamina supernatural, and her creativity boundless. With her victim's naked and ticklish body securely stretched before her, she exploited every possible combination of tickling and pleasure until Elendara lost all sense of time and self.
She was turned and positioned and exposed in every conceivable way. Marion tickled her from head to toe, and every inch in-between. She was brought to orgasm again and again, each climax more devastating than the last, her oversensitized body incapable of resistance.
The soap never seemed to wear off. If anything, its effects grew stronger as the night progressed, until even Marion's breath on Elendara's skin was enough to make her squirm and shudder with ticklish arousal.
"Please," Elendara whimpered, sometime in the darkest hours before dawn. "Please, I can't... I can't take any more-!"
"Yes, you can." Marion was behind her, her fingers dancing up and down Elendara's spine while her other hand worked between the elf's thighs. "You can take everything I give you. You were made for this."
"...made for?"
"Made to serve. Made to submit." Marion whispered into Elendara's elven ear. "Made to belong to my mistress. She'll give you purpose. Meaning. You'll never be lonely again. Never be empty. All you have to do is... submit."
"I-I..." Elendara's voice was a broken rasp at this point, and her mind was lost in a haze of conflicted emotions. "I w-will... submit."
Marion kissed Elendara with a deep, claiming kiss that the elf returned with desperate enthusiasm. The magic that had been building all night washed over her body and flooded into her mind, rewriting her desires, her loyalties, and her very sense of self.
When they finally separated, Elendara was no longer the suspicious, grumpy elf who had stumbled into this grove seeking solitude. She was something new - something that looked at Marion with adoration, and felt only a burning eagerness to please.
"How may I serve, mistress?" she panted.
Marion laughed, delighted. "First, let's get you cleaned up. Then..." She stroked Elendara's cheek with possessive fondness. "Then I'll take you to meet your new goddess."
The magical whip uncoiled from Elendara's wrists, and she fell into Marion's arms without even trying to catch herself. The tiefling held her close, supporting her weight easily.
"Welcome to the family, darling," Marion murmured against her hair. "Velouria is going to love you."
Above them, the first rays of sunlight broke over the treetops, illuminating the corrupted grove and the two figures at its heart - the mistress and her ticklish maiden.
The dryads, Elendara thought dreamily, would never return to this place. It belonged to Velouria now. Just like she did.
---
In the weeks that followed, the elven village above would search for Elendara, just as the Menagerie Coast had once searched for Marion. They would find nothing - no trace of the solitary elf who had vanished into the forest one warm summer evening.
But sometimes, late at night, elves from the village who ventured too close to the old dryad grove would report hearing strange sounds drifting through the trees: laughter, and moaning, and screams that were an eerie blend of pleasure and pain.
And they would hurry home, locking their doors against whatever dark power had claimed that sacred place.
They were right to be afraid.
