<b> This is a sequel to War’s End: The Princess and the Rebel, but can be read without it. This story has a plot; you’ve been warned 🙂.
Links for The Princess and the Rebel:
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?321987-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-One-(F-M)>Part 1 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322036-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Two-(F-M)>Part 2 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322085-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Three-(F-M)>Part 3 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322129-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Four-(F-M)>Part 4 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322191-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-5-(F-M)>Part 5 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322221-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Six-(F-M)>Part 6 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322263-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Seven-(F-M)>Part 7 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322301-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Eight>Part 8 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322345-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Nine>Part 9 (plot)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322383-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Ten-(MMMM-M)>Part 10 (MMMM/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322386-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Eleven-(F-M)>Part 11 (F/M)</a>
Shameless plug aside, happy reading. This is another full-length tale. Cheers.
-Ash
</b>
“Princess! Would you <i>stahap alrehehedy?</i> They’re clean!”
Elana sat back. “They don’t look clean.” She waved a muddy boot brush. “This is what you get for riding barefoot.”
“I know! I’m <i>sahaharry!” </i>David banged his bound fists against the top of the stocks. <i>“Lehehehmme gohoho!”</i>
“Fine.” Elana rolled her blue eyes and undid the knots holding David’s toes against the stocks. She tossed aside muddied rags, wiped away the suds that had spilled across the hardwood, and tossed her brushes and combs into the bucket of foul brown water beside her.
David flexed his feet with a wince, biting back residual giggles. Ghost tickles plagued him, as if the comb’s teeth were still running between his toes, or the brush was still buffing his heels. Elana pulled apart the silk belt holding his wrists. He leaned over, popped open the stocks, and began to massage his tingling arches.
“No, let me do that.” Elana sat at the end of the stocks once more, this time gesturing. David hesitantly set his ankles back in the open stocks. There was a click as she opened another bottle, and he flinched when something cold hit his arches. Elana smiled and worked the lotion into his soles. “You don’t trust me?”
“Not with my feet, no.” David shook his head, his badly cut blonde hair falling over his brown eyes.
“I don’t blame you.” She snuck in one last tickle between his toes. He yelped and almost kicked her in the face. She raised her eyebrows, and he froze.
“Sorry, I just—”
“Don’t apologize.” Her wavy black hair bounced as she sat back. “I should know better by now.”
He mumbled the rest of the apology to himself, then looked up. “So do you trust me?”
“Of course not.” Elana grinned, and laughed when David’s face fell. “You’re a rebel. Why would I ever trust the man who stole my kingdom from me?”
He scoffed. “I’m a king.”
“Right. ‘Your’ kingdom only listens to you because I tell them to.”
David rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“What was that?” She ran two fingers down his arch.
He jerked out of her grip once more, and his instinctive kick caught her under the chin. Elana reeled, and David’s jaw hit the floor. He leaped out of the plush chair holding him and wrapped her in a hug.
“Gods, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”
“I’m fine, rebel.” She smiled, trying to hide a grimace. “But you’re going to pay for that later.”
He knew that all too well, and nodded with a heavy swallow.
“In fact, I’m not sure if your feet are completely clean…” She peered over his shoulder.
“They are, Princess, they are. I promise.”
“All right.” She snickered, then reached behind her, drew up a silver chain, and clipped it to the fur-lined shackle around his left ankle. She scraped off another chunk of mud off its metal with one nail. “You know you have to keep this hidden, David. What if someone sees it? How were you planning on explaining it?”
He shrugged. “That we never found the key.”
“You wear the key as a necklace, rebel.”
“No one knows that,” he retorted, toying with the crooked rod hanging from a thick chain around his neck. “And no one saw.”
“You’re such an idiot.” She pecked his forehead.
“Am not.”
“Yes, you are.” She pulled free of him, moving back to sit at the foot of her canopy bed. Its left post was splintered down to its steel core, with a perfect imprint where David tried to yank the chain right through it. “Sometimes I think you’re not taking this seriously, David.”
“There’s not much left to do, Princess.” He stood, towering her by a good few inches. As he stepped closer, the thin silver chain rattled against the hardwood. “Cerces has taken Astal’s capital. The war’s over.”
“Officially. But there are many cities in Astal. Not everyone will listen to you because I tell them to.”
“Which is why I’m attending every annexation ceremony I can,” he replied. “Show people who I am. They already know what I stand for. I’ll ride all day until those stupid riding boots pinch my toes off.” He glanced at his freshly-scrubbed feet. “Or I’ll take them off and just keep going.”
“That’s the problem.” She flopped back onto the bed’s satin sheets. “You can’t outlaw one of the kingdom’s biggest economies overnight. We’ve made a lot of enemies.”
“Are you talking about the gladiator circuits?” David glared at her. “Elana, you said you agreed with me.”
“Of course I agree with you. Gods know how many kids die in those fights every night.” She scowled. “I’m just telling you to look at it logically. The people who own the circuits have a lot of money and a lot of power. By banning the circuits, we’ve taken all that away. They’re not going to be happy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.
She goosed him. “What was that?”
He yelped and swatted away her hand. “I said yeah! Don’t do that!”
“I’ll do what I want.” She smirked and set her hand on his side. The warmth from her fingertips soaked through the silk of David’s dress shirt, and her nails found the sensitive dents in his skin left by an old wound.
She squeezed.
David jerked back with a laugh. He crashed into the bedpost, shaking the whole bed, and fell limply across the corner of the mattress.
As always, Elana worked quickly. Even as he choked back the last of the giggles, she had rolled him so he faced the bed’s canopy and shoved him onto the mattress. David’s sheer dress wear had little traction against the satin sheets, and he went skidding until the crown of his head hit the mountain of overstuffed pillows at the top of the bed. A few collapsed onto him, and as he fought them, spitting out loose tassel threads, he heard the familiar click of his anklet’s chain being shortened.
“Elana…” he groaned as she pulled his other leg to the far bedpost, “come on.”
“Nope.” She stepped to the side of the bed and gestured. “Arms up.”
“We’ve already done this. I’m tired, I didn’t mean it…” He kept whining as she pulled his arms to the upper bedposts, the silk belts pinning him in a strained spread eagle. His complaining wasn’t going to work, but it was always worth a try.
“You did kick me in the face just now, rebel. I told you you would pay for it.” She leaned over him. “And maybe for being an idiot, too.”
“No,” he snapped, half heartedly fighting the ties. He couldn’t reach the knots. Of course he couldn’t. “Elana, let me go! I’m going to sweat through my best clothes!”
“No.” She smiled at him. “Is this all you’ve got, rebel? You’re going soft on me.” She began to unbutton David’s shirt, slowly revealing a torso that had suffered countless nights fighting in Astal’s gladiator circuits. Scars haphazardly crossed his chest, decorating the thin, dense muscle covering his form. The light outline of his abs was marred by the scar Elana had taken advantage of: a gravel burn, one that wrapped around his entire left side from navel to spine. The imprint of the grit was still visible in his poorly healed silvery skin.
David scoffed. “I am not going soft on anyone. I am David of Cerces, leader of the rebellion and <i>NAHAHAHA!”</i>
“What was that?”
<i>“Leheheder ohof Ceheheherces! Leheder of Cercehehes!” </i>He thrashed as she pinched his sides, his brown eyes alternating between screwed shut and blown wide. <i>”STAHAP!”</i>
Elana poked his navel again. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re Princess Elana’s little bitch.”
<i>“IHIHI’M THAHAT TOHOHOHOO!”</i> He shook his head, his blond hair flipping onto the pillows behind him. Elana counted his ribs up to his armpits and rubbed there for a long moment.
Somehow, through the ringing in his ears and explosions of panic bursting through his mind, he considered the question. It was part of their agreement: that he would remain her ‘prisoner’ as long as she kept sponsoring him as Astal’s new king. He had started out as a rebel leader and spent days chained to Elana’s bedpost after being captured. Eventually they figured out they enjoyed each other’s company, and with the army’s help, they overthrew her stepmother and became de facto rulers of Astal and Cerces. He was a king. He was also a prisoner. And he didn’t want to change that. Not really, at least.
Elana spoke again. “I don’t want you as a little bitch.” She tweaked his nipples. “I want you as a dumbass, stubborn rebel who lives to piss me off.”
<i>“Ihihihi cahahan do thahahat tohoho,” </i>David choked out.
“Can’t be both, rebel.” She squeezed his scarred side, with her other hand tracing his abs.
<i>“NAH! NOHOHOHO! IHIHI— IHIHIHI’LL—”</i>
Elana sat back. “What was that?”
He hung his head, trying to catch his breath. At last, he forced his face up, meeting her blue eyes. “Ihi’m… I’m a rebel.”
“So act like it, David.” She grabbed his chin and shook it. “I fell in love with a king, not a slave.”
He smiled. “And somehow you’re still a royal bitch.”
Her cheek twitched, but she scoffed all the same, instead digging through the pillows behind David’s head. At last she found what she was looking for— a massive pillow half David’s height— and managed to pull it free without so much as disturbing the pile holding him up. “You forgot to say something.”
He frowned. “I was supposed to say something?”
“Yeah, moron.” She dropped the pillow beside him. “Up.”
“Up? What d’you mean, up? You’ve got me—”
Her eyes narrowed, and David froze. He lifted his ass off the bed, and as soon as Elana had the clearance, she shoved the pillow under him.
David groaned, forced into an arch. “Princess, this doesn’t feel good.”
She wiggled the pillow. “Better?”
“A little to— there.” He squeezed his eyes shut. He’d been robbed of some of the only movement he had left. “What else do you want?”
“I told you, you forgot to say something.” She gripped his waistband and yanked down. With his legs spread as they were, his pants hardly got past his dick. Elana fished out his balls and let them drop onto the sheer fabric of his pants. David fought a smile at the sensation.
“What is it, Princess?”
“You should know.”
“No, I <i> dohohohon’t!”</i> He yelped as she poked the sensitive spots around his groin. “Elana!”
“You forgot.” She rummaged under the bed, once again messing with her box of torture devices. However, this time she returned with a jar full of quills, feathers still stained with ink. “And I know you’ll never be soft around me.” She smiled and laid a hand on his growing erection. David jumped, throbbing under the heat of her fingers. “But I’ve never tried this, and I kind of want to know what happens.”
“What? I— <i>NO!” </i>He yelped as she ran the end of one quill up the side of his dick. <i>“NOHO!”</i>
“Huh. Guess it works.” She chuckled. “So rebel, what did you forget?”
“I don’t— I don’t <I>knohohohow!”</i> He jerked again, but only managed to get his balls to slide across his dress slacks and the sensation sliced through his mind. “Princess!”
“I don’t hear it.” She continued tracing up and down, sometimes flipping the quill and scribbling its split tip against the head of David’s cock. David just threw his head back and laughed, moaning every other breath. It was unbearable and so good at the same time.
He struggled to buck in her grip, trying to thrust into her hand or find some friction against the feather. Elana snickered as she watched. “Hey, look what I found.”
“What did you— <i>NO!”</i> David yelped when the feather grazed his asshole.
“Yes.” Elana glanced over the feather. “This one’s all fluffy now because I ran it through your toes too hard, but I think I’ll like this better.”
<i>“STAHAP!”</i> David struggled as she nudged aside his cock to play with his ass.
“Tell me what you forgot.”
David groaned. “I know what I forgot.”
“Do you? Let’s hear it.”
“If I get it right, will you let me finish?”
“If you get it right.”
He tried his best to meet her eyes, but his vision blurred as he panted. “I love you, too.”
Elana smiled. “Maybe you aren’t such an idiot after all.”
She grabbed him properly, and David lurched with a primal grunt. She snickered again, but rubbed him as he fought to move with her. Even so, she snuck a few last feather tickles on the head of his dick.
David jerked again, grunting, and a white stream leaped from his cock and down his chest. Elana smiled as he lay limp, snatching up a rag from the bedside table and wiping the mess off her hands. “As long as you’re happy, rebel, I am too.”
Behind her, there was a knock at the bedroom door, and the princess’ personal guard pushed it open. “Highnesses, I— oh—”
David pulled his head off the sweat-soaked pillow. “It’s okay, Aldien. What is it?”
Aldien cleared his throat, saluting with a slam of his fist against his chest. The guard had caught David in a wide array of predicaments, and though it obviously still threw him for a loop, he stayed professional about it.
“I’m sorry to intrude, Highnesses, but General Cilen wanted to alert you as soon as possible.” He set his jaw. “Samuel’s missing.”
Links for The Princess and the Rebel:
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?321987-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-One-(F-M)>Part 1 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322036-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Two-(F-M)>Part 2 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322085-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Three-(F-M)>Part 3 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322129-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Four-(F-M)>Part 4 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322191-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-5-(F-M)>Part 5 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322221-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Six-(F-M)>Part 6 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322263-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Seven-(F-M)>Part 7 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322301-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Eight>Part 8 (F/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322345-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Nine>Part 9 (plot)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322383-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Ten-(MMMM-M)>Part 10 (MMMM/M)</a>
<a href=https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?322386-War%92s-End-The-Princess-and-the-Rebel-Part-Eleven-(F-M)>Part 11 (F/M)</a>
Shameless plug aside, happy reading. This is another full-length tale. Cheers.
-Ash
</b>
“Princess! Would you <i>stahap alrehehedy?</i> They’re clean!”
Elana sat back. “They don’t look clean.” She waved a muddy boot brush. “This is what you get for riding barefoot.”
“I know! I’m <i>sahaharry!” </i>David banged his bound fists against the top of the stocks. <i>“Lehehehmme gohoho!”</i>
“Fine.” Elana rolled her blue eyes and undid the knots holding David’s toes against the stocks. She tossed aside muddied rags, wiped away the suds that had spilled across the hardwood, and tossed her brushes and combs into the bucket of foul brown water beside her.
David flexed his feet with a wince, biting back residual giggles. Ghost tickles plagued him, as if the comb’s teeth were still running between his toes, or the brush was still buffing his heels. Elana pulled apart the silk belt holding his wrists. He leaned over, popped open the stocks, and began to massage his tingling arches.
“No, let me do that.” Elana sat at the end of the stocks once more, this time gesturing. David hesitantly set his ankles back in the open stocks. There was a click as she opened another bottle, and he flinched when something cold hit his arches. Elana smiled and worked the lotion into his soles. “You don’t trust me?”
“Not with my feet, no.” David shook his head, his badly cut blonde hair falling over his brown eyes.
“I don’t blame you.” She snuck in one last tickle between his toes. He yelped and almost kicked her in the face. She raised her eyebrows, and he froze.
“Sorry, I just—”
“Don’t apologize.” Her wavy black hair bounced as she sat back. “I should know better by now.”
He mumbled the rest of the apology to himself, then looked up. “So do you trust me?”
“Of course not.” Elana grinned, and laughed when David’s face fell. “You’re a rebel. Why would I ever trust the man who stole my kingdom from me?”
He scoffed. “I’m a king.”
“Right. ‘Your’ kingdom only listens to you because I tell them to.”
David rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”
“What was that?” She ran two fingers down his arch.
He jerked out of her grip once more, and his instinctive kick caught her under the chin. Elana reeled, and David’s jaw hit the floor. He leaped out of the plush chair holding him and wrapped her in a hug.
“Gods, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”
“I’m fine, rebel.” She smiled, trying to hide a grimace. “But you’re going to pay for that later.”
He knew that all too well, and nodded with a heavy swallow.
“In fact, I’m not sure if your feet are completely clean…” She peered over his shoulder.
“They are, Princess, they are. I promise.”
“All right.” She snickered, then reached behind her, drew up a silver chain, and clipped it to the fur-lined shackle around his left ankle. She scraped off another chunk of mud off its metal with one nail. “You know you have to keep this hidden, David. What if someone sees it? How were you planning on explaining it?”
He shrugged. “That we never found the key.”
“You wear the key as a necklace, rebel.”
“No one knows that,” he retorted, toying with the crooked rod hanging from a thick chain around his neck. “And no one saw.”
“You’re such an idiot.” She pecked his forehead.
“Am not.”
“Yes, you are.” She pulled free of him, moving back to sit at the foot of her canopy bed. Its left post was splintered down to its steel core, with a perfect imprint where David tried to yank the chain right through it. “Sometimes I think you’re not taking this seriously, David.”
“There’s not much left to do, Princess.” He stood, towering her by a good few inches. As he stepped closer, the thin silver chain rattled against the hardwood. “Cerces has taken Astal’s capital. The war’s over.”
“Officially. But there are many cities in Astal. Not everyone will listen to you because I tell them to.”
“Which is why I’m attending every annexation ceremony I can,” he replied. “Show people who I am. They already know what I stand for. I’ll ride all day until those stupid riding boots pinch my toes off.” He glanced at his freshly-scrubbed feet. “Or I’ll take them off and just keep going.”
“That’s the problem.” She flopped back onto the bed’s satin sheets. “You can’t outlaw one of the kingdom’s biggest economies overnight. We’ve made a lot of enemies.”
“Are you talking about the gladiator circuits?” David glared at her. “Elana, you said you agreed with me.”
“Of course I agree with you. Gods know how many kids die in those fights every night.” She scowled. “I’m just telling you to look at it logically. The people who own the circuits have a lot of money and a lot of power. By banning the circuits, we’ve taken all that away. They’re not going to be happy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.
She goosed him. “What was that?”
He yelped and swatted away her hand. “I said yeah! Don’t do that!”
“I’ll do what I want.” She smirked and set her hand on his side. The warmth from her fingertips soaked through the silk of David’s dress shirt, and her nails found the sensitive dents in his skin left by an old wound.
She squeezed.
David jerked back with a laugh. He crashed into the bedpost, shaking the whole bed, and fell limply across the corner of the mattress.
As always, Elana worked quickly. Even as he choked back the last of the giggles, she had rolled him so he faced the bed’s canopy and shoved him onto the mattress. David’s sheer dress wear had little traction against the satin sheets, and he went skidding until the crown of his head hit the mountain of overstuffed pillows at the top of the bed. A few collapsed onto him, and as he fought them, spitting out loose tassel threads, he heard the familiar click of his anklet’s chain being shortened.
“Elana…” he groaned as she pulled his other leg to the far bedpost, “come on.”
“Nope.” She stepped to the side of the bed and gestured. “Arms up.”
“We’ve already done this. I’m tired, I didn’t mean it…” He kept whining as she pulled his arms to the upper bedposts, the silk belts pinning him in a strained spread eagle. His complaining wasn’t going to work, but it was always worth a try.
“You did kick me in the face just now, rebel. I told you you would pay for it.” She leaned over him. “And maybe for being an idiot, too.”
“No,” he snapped, half heartedly fighting the ties. He couldn’t reach the knots. Of course he couldn’t. “Elana, let me go! I’m going to sweat through my best clothes!”
“No.” She smiled at him. “Is this all you’ve got, rebel? You’re going soft on me.” She began to unbutton David’s shirt, slowly revealing a torso that had suffered countless nights fighting in Astal’s gladiator circuits. Scars haphazardly crossed his chest, decorating the thin, dense muscle covering his form. The light outline of his abs was marred by the scar Elana had taken advantage of: a gravel burn, one that wrapped around his entire left side from navel to spine. The imprint of the grit was still visible in his poorly healed silvery skin.
David scoffed. “I am not going soft on anyone. I am David of Cerces, leader of the rebellion and <i>NAHAHAHA!”</i>
“What was that?”
<i>“Leheheder ohof Ceheheherces! Leheder of Cercehehes!” </i>He thrashed as she pinched his sides, his brown eyes alternating between screwed shut and blown wide. <i>”STAHAP!”</i>
Elana poked his navel again. “I don’t believe you. I think you’re Princess Elana’s little bitch.”
<i>“IHIHI’M THAHAT TOHOHOHOO!”</i> He shook his head, his blond hair flipping onto the pillows behind him. Elana counted his ribs up to his armpits and rubbed there for a long moment.
Somehow, through the ringing in his ears and explosions of panic bursting through his mind, he considered the question. It was part of their agreement: that he would remain her ‘prisoner’ as long as she kept sponsoring him as Astal’s new king. He had started out as a rebel leader and spent days chained to Elana’s bedpost after being captured. Eventually they figured out they enjoyed each other’s company, and with the army’s help, they overthrew her stepmother and became de facto rulers of Astal and Cerces. He was a king. He was also a prisoner. And he didn’t want to change that. Not really, at least.
Elana spoke again. “I don’t want you as a little bitch.” She tweaked his nipples. “I want you as a dumbass, stubborn rebel who lives to piss me off.”
<i>“Ihihihi cahahan do thahahat tohoho,” </i>David choked out.
“Can’t be both, rebel.” She squeezed his scarred side, with her other hand tracing his abs.
<i>“NAH! NOHOHOHO! IHIHI— IHIHIHI’LL—”</i>
Elana sat back. “What was that?”
He hung his head, trying to catch his breath. At last, he forced his face up, meeting her blue eyes. “Ihi’m… I’m a rebel.”
“So act like it, David.” She grabbed his chin and shook it. “I fell in love with a king, not a slave.”
He smiled. “And somehow you’re still a royal bitch.”
Her cheek twitched, but she scoffed all the same, instead digging through the pillows behind David’s head. At last she found what she was looking for— a massive pillow half David’s height— and managed to pull it free without so much as disturbing the pile holding him up. “You forgot to say something.”
He frowned. “I was supposed to say something?”
“Yeah, moron.” She dropped the pillow beside him. “Up.”
“Up? What d’you mean, up? You’ve got me—”
Her eyes narrowed, and David froze. He lifted his ass off the bed, and as soon as Elana had the clearance, she shoved the pillow under him.
David groaned, forced into an arch. “Princess, this doesn’t feel good.”
She wiggled the pillow. “Better?”
“A little to— there.” He squeezed his eyes shut. He’d been robbed of some of the only movement he had left. “What else do you want?”
“I told you, you forgot to say something.” She gripped his waistband and yanked down. With his legs spread as they were, his pants hardly got past his dick. Elana fished out his balls and let them drop onto the sheer fabric of his pants. David fought a smile at the sensation.
“What is it, Princess?”
“You should know.”
“No, I <i> dohohohon’t!”</i> He yelped as she poked the sensitive spots around his groin. “Elana!”
“You forgot.” She rummaged under the bed, once again messing with her box of torture devices. However, this time she returned with a jar full of quills, feathers still stained with ink. “And I know you’ll never be soft around me.” She smiled and laid a hand on his growing erection. David jumped, throbbing under the heat of her fingers. “But I’ve never tried this, and I kind of want to know what happens.”
“What? I— <i>NO!” </i>He yelped as she ran the end of one quill up the side of his dick. <i>“NOHO!”</i>
“Huh. Guess it works.” She chuckled. “So rebel, what did you forget?”
“I don’t— I don’t <I>knohohohow!”</i> He jerked again, but only managed to get his balls to slide across his dress slacks and the sensation sliced through his mind. “Princess!”
“I don’t hear it.” She continued tracing up and down, sometimes flipping the quill and scribbling its split tip against the head of David’s cock. David just threw his head back and laughed, moaning every other breath. It was unbearable and so good at the same time.
He struggled to buck in her grip, trying to thrust into her hand or find some friction against the feather. Elana snickered as she watched. “Hey, look what I found.”
“What did you— <i>NO!”</i> David yelped when the feather grazed his asshole.
“Yes.” Elana glanced over the feather. “This one’s all fluffy now because I ran it through your toes too hard, but I think I’ll like this better.”
<i>“STAHAP!”</i> David struggled as she nudged aside his cock to play with his ass.
“Tell me what you forgot.”
David groaned. “I know what I forgot.”
“Do you? Let’s hear it.”
“If I get it right, will you let me finish?”
“If you get it right.”
He tried his best to meet her eyes, but his vision blurred as he panted. “I love you, too.”
Elana smiled. “Maybe you aren’t such an idiot after all.”
She grabbed him properly, and David lurched with a primal grunt. She snickered again, but rubbed him as he fought to move with her. Even so, she snuck a few last feather tickles on the head of his dick.
David jerked again, grunting, and a white stream leaped from his cock and down his chest. Elana smiled as he lay limp, snatching up a rag from the bedside table and wiping the mess off her hands. “As long as you’re happy, rebel, I am too.”
Behind her, there was a knock at the bedroom door, and the princess’ personal guard pushed it open. “Highnesses, I— oh—”
David pulled his head off the sweat-soaked pillow. “It’s okay, Aldien. What is it?”
Aldien cleared his throat, saluting with a slam of his fist against his chest. The guard had caught David in a wide array of predicaments, and though it obviously still threw him for a loop, he stayed professional about it.
“I’m sorry to intrude, Highnesses, but General Cilen wanted to alert you as soon as possible.” He set his jaw. “Samuel’s missing.”
