The Princess and Her Dragon: A New Flame (FM/F)

Howls from the dungeon carried on like wolves in eternal night. Laughing, moaning, orgasmic cries of absolute hysteria filled the halls of the wayward tower. Louder and louder they became with each new invasive acquisition of Princess Lucille and her guardian dragon, Inferro. Men from all over rode throughout the land in search of the tower where the fair maiden was kept by the hellish beast. They came to challenge the dragon and to claim the princess as their prize, sought after like a trophy of gallantry. Each was caught and escorted to individual chambers where the pair would reduce them, stripping them of their heroic titles, to ticklish toys with which to satisfy their carnal tastes. Modesty was a hard and slow value to learn.

Inferro had slipped away to the temple chamber, an ancient room long since used as where the men would be led to face off, and ultimately meet their defeat, against his beastly might. He walked upright, his posture bearing more resemblance to that of a human, or any other bipedal species. He wore a flowing cloth below a belt clung to his waist. His tail swished against the stone floor. Inferro sniffed at the air. His eyes glimmered in the faint light of the torches lighting the room. The wings across his back drew inward. He sniffed. Inferro took a single step forward and sniffed again. His eyes scanned over the darkness. And he sniffed again. Curiously, he investigated the room. A queer silence, broken only by the distant, haunting cries of the princess’s captives, cloaked the room with unease.

After looking around and finding nothing to the unsettling scents he had picked up, Inferro turned to leave. Standing before him was a darkened figure. A visitor. An infiltrator. The source of the scent. They bore the attire of a samurai warrior, ancient fighters known for their ruthlessness in battle. They held a glimmering blade in their hand, already drawn back in instigation. The intruder, decorated as foreign to land, stood facing the dragon. Inferro sniffed again. His eyes narrowed. Despite their strange attire, the figure bore a scent unlike anything he had picked up from a challenger.

“This is… new…” Inferro said in a low growl. He sniffed the air curiously, staring down the samurai standing before him. He spread his wings out, showing off the powerful stature he had over the mysterious rogue. Small puffs of smoke huffed out of his nostrils. His clawed hands curled into fists, his tail raised and ready. “I don’t know what you’ve already seen, but I’d hate to damage you too much before the fun really starts.”

The samurai said nothing. Their eyes glimmered above the cloth covering their nose and mouth. Their hands wrung around the hilt of the katana, the blade reflecting the light of the torches as if one with the flames. Black cloaked them like a shade, all the way down to two tabi footings beneath two wooden sandals. Inferro’s smirk faded. His head tilted as his jaws clenched.

“Nothing?” Inferro asked. “Hm, very well. I just might have to after all.”

Inferro braced himself in a deep crouch before lunging at the warrior. With his wings spread, he attempted to slam hard against his challenger. The samurai hurdled over the attack, landing lightly on their feet behind him. Inferro stood. He growled and turned to slash at the samurai. The samurai ducked out of the way and slashed at the beast’s arm. Inferro cried out and brought his arm around for another slash. His claws grazed the air just outside the samurai’s armor. The samurai stumbled back. Inferro brought his tail around to the back of the samurai’s legs, sending the warrior loosely to the ground.

The samurai hit the stone beneath them, protecting the back of their head from impact. Immediately, they flipped over to evade the stomp aimed at their chest. Inferro grumbled. His snout soured into a wretched sneer. His eyes glowed a brighter, more fiery red. He sucked in a deep breath. A bursting stream of fire roared out from the beast’s jaws. It blackened the stone around him, soaring toward the samurai. The samurai dodged the blast and kept moving, dashing around the open chamber. Inferro attempted to keep up with the nimble fighter, but the fire died out before he could catch them. Inferro huffed and wheezed, filling his lungs once more.

A sudden slash against Inferro’s back released his wind back out in a cry of pain. The dragon turned to slam his claws into the chest of his opponent, but the samurai had dashed back into the shadows of the temple. Inferro released another stream of fire to illuminate the room. Spotting the samurai approaching with another slash behind him, Inferro turned and managed to grab them by the throat. The dragon sank his claws into the samurai’s skin. The impact had sent the sword spinning to the other side of the room. The samurai desperately tried to pry open the beast’s grasp. They punched and kicked, but meager tactics did little against Inferro’s natural armor. Inferro growled and huffed, staring back at the intruder lifted into the air by his hand.

“You know… I may not keep you after all,” Inferro said through deep breaths. “Some might call you lucky. You tell me.” The dragon sucked in another deep breath. The samurai's eyes widened. They fought more desperately to get free. The air around them started to burn. Their eyes fell upon a hellish light forming in the back of Inferro’s throat. They shut their eyes and braced themselves to face the consequences of their defeat.

“Stop!” Lucille’s voice echoed through the chamber. The samurai opened their eyes again. The fiery light faded as Inferro relaxed his throat. He turned toward the princess hurrying into the room. A flowing purple gown brushed against the floor beneath her. Her hair, canary locks of gold, bounced against her shoulders as she ran, holding up what she could of her dress. Her eyes were wide. She looked over Inferro and the samurai quizzically.

“What?” Inferro asked. “Don’t bother saving this one, not after what he put me through…” Princess Lucille ran up to Inferro and placed her hands on his arm.

“I saw,” Lucille said. “I was watching. Please don’t kill this one.” Inferro stared back. His snout twisted with displeasure. He kept a tight hold on the samurai’s throat. Lucille turned toward them, still dangling just off the ground. “You fought valiantly, brave warrior. You do not deserve to die.”

“Seriously?” Inferro sneered. “That’s the consequence of defeat in most places.” Lucille ignored him and approached the samurai.

“He’s right, you have been defeated,” Lucille continued. “And I know that you’ll accept the conditions of your defeat with honor, isn’t that right?” The samurai paused, staring back at the princess. They sighed a strained breath and bowed their head.

“What are you doing?” Inferro asked.

“Let her go,” Lucille said. Inferro paused and gave Lucille a puzzled glance.

“‘Her’?”

“Yes.” Lucille’s voice was stern and as regal as the title that she wore so loosely.

Inferro lowered the samurai down to their tabi-cloaked feet. He pushed them down to their knees, hitting hard against the damp, stone floor. Lucille reached down and tore away their hood and mask. From behind the coverings, a cascade of rich, ebony hair flowed outward. The face that stared back at them was stoic in a frame of frailty. Her eyes were deep with secrets, her lips hardened without an expression. Her stare burned with the shame of defeat and the valor of the eternal fighter. Inferro recoiled.

“It’s… a woman?” Inferro asked.

“I came down as soon as I heard something going on,” said Lucille. “I watched her fight. She was… different from the rest. Somehow, I knew…” Lucille turned toward the samurai. Her eyes averted the princess’s gaze, staring solemnly at the ground. “What is your name?” She was silent, almost doll-like projecting a dense energy.

“The princess asked you a question,” Inferro’s voice boomed. He started to draw back an open palm. Lucille turned back to him with a sharp glance.

“Don’t,” Lucille said.

“Don’t?”

“N-not this one,” Lucille said. Her words came as surprising to her as they did to Inferro.

“You’ve never cared before,” Inferro said. “Why? Just because she’s a woman, you think she won’t become part of the collection.”

“Like I said, this one’s different,” Lucille said. She turned back to the samurai, bending to get closer. “I’ll ask again. What is your name?”

“My lady, get back,” Inferro said. “She’s still dangerous.” Lucille held up her hand to her dragon as a shallow, calming gesture.

“Hm?” Lucille asked again. The samurai’s eyes darted up to meet hers, her expression remaining unchanged.

“It’s a con,” the samurai said softly. Lucille tilted her head.

“Acon?” she asked. “That’s a new one, but all the same to me.”

“You set this up, all of this,” the samurai said angrily. “You lure men here. You feed them to your beast. That’s why they never come back. You’re not in any trouble at all.” Lucille stood.

“You think that’s what we do?” Lucille said. “Excuse you, I humble pompous adventurers who come just to claim me as some prize. And you’re no exception.”

“I’m not here for you,” the samurai said, her voice sneering and acidic. Her eyes fell back on Inferro, still standing before her.

“Him?”

“I slay beasts, no matter how terrible they may be,” she said. “And when I heard of this dragon devouring men, I knew what I had to do.” Inferro huffed.

“Very well,” Inferro said. “Let her up. I want to see what she’s really made of.”

“No,” Lucille said. “Warrior, no matter why you came here… not that I care that you didn’t do it for me… you were still defeated.” The samurai hung her head.

“And I accept the outcome honorably,” she said, her voice faint like a loud whisper. “Do what you will.”

“You heard her,” Inferro said, extending his claws. Lucille took and lowered his paw with a stern glare.

“No, she will come with us,” said Lucille.

“Are you sure?” Inferro asked. “She could still be dangerous. And she doesn’t fit your usual… type.”

“Do you question me?”

“No, my princess,” Inferro said with a dejected huff.

“Good,” said Lucille. “Then pull her up.” Inferro’s eyes narrowed. He took the samurai by the arm and lifted her to her feet. The samurai’s head continued to hang, her long, midnight hair cloaking one cheek. “Now then, you name.” She paused.

“Masami Tenshi,” she said.

“Tenshi then,” Lucille said. “Welcome. Let’s get you settled in.”

Lucille led the prisoner and her dragon deep through the buried catacombs of her tower. Hidden away from the great, big, beautiful world was a winding series of cells blocked off in a drab, torch-lit dungeon. Musk gave the air a lusty, carnal taste, an intoxicating aroma of manufactured ecstasy. Men who had all come to challenge the dragon to win the maiden's heart all fell to their sadistic ploy. There, they remained as part of Lucille and Inferro's collection. Some remained as pets, disregarded as less than human. Others, those that had become most reformed with obedience, were allowed to roam in shackles, performing duties for the pair like cooking and cleaning. Those that proved most difficult, or those simply least fortunate, were left to suffer ticklish and orgasmic fates for the pair's amusement endlessly.

The halls were filled with muffled and moaning laughter, all pouring out of the cells sounding like tortured screams. Conjuring spells left the men trapped in their cells, shielded by thick, iron doors, bound with feathers and brushes toiling away at their most sensitive areas, reduced from proud, brave warriors to helpless little boys. Their torn egos burned through Lucille's senses almost as much as the sounds of their screaming laughter. Men taken down and degraded, assuming their position as beneath her rather than some self righteous ploy to be her 'savior'. It left the most delightful ache dampening her garments. But with every glance back at the newest warrior to meet their defeat, only then did she start to reconsider everything she had built with Inferro.

"Here," Lucille said, leading them to an empty cell. Inferro, keeping a tight grip on Tenshi’s arm, brought her inside the cell. Tenshi followed quietly the entire way, her head lowered and hair shrouding her face.

“You have no honor running this charade,” Tenshi said.

“It’s not your place to say, wench,” Inferro snarled. He thrust her inside and onto the hard, stone floor. Tenshi caught her fall, landing on her hands and knees. She fell before a large kneeling X-frame, a cross sectional rack of wooden beams connected by iron supports. Leather straps hung loosely at various junctions, each fitted with a thick belt clasp. Tenshi gazed upon the device with a stern, stoic expression. She scowled at the princess standing above her.

"Do with me what you like," Tenshi said sternly.

"Oh, we will," Inferro said. He stood and adjusted a distinct lift in his garment. Lucille noticed and shot him a frown.

"I am in charge here, Inferro," Lucille said. "You will restrain yourself until I give the word. Understand?" Inferro's eyes glowed like gems of fire. He stood tall, and through the most grave voice Lucille had ever heard, he spoke with displeasure.

"Yes, my princess."

"Good," Lucille said. She turned back to the shadowy cloaked samurai still on the ground. She reached down and stroked the girl’s hair. "You're mine now. That's how this works. You belong to me." Tenshi paused and looked away.

"You… will not humiliate me…" Tenshi said. Lucille tilted her head.

"I don't want to," Lucille said, softly. "I want to play with you. I want to get to know you. I want to have you. I want you to enjoy it as much as I do. And hopefully, in time, you'll come to have pride in belonging to me. Nothing to be humiliated by. Now, stand up." Tenshi soaked in Lucille’s words. Steadily, she rose to her feet. Tenshi kept her head down, hiding behind the shade of her rich, ebony hair. “Good. Now look up.”

“My princess, I assure you that you need not be so gentle with this one,” Inferro said.

“And I won’t be,” Lucille said. “But I’m going to examine my new prize the way she deserves.” She turned back to look up at Tenshi’s face, now looking straight ahead. Lucille stood back and appraised the prisoner standing before her. “Very good. Now…” Lucille started before an idea struck her. She came closer once again. Lucille reached up to stroke Tenshi’s hair down to her cheek.

“What are you…?” Tenshi asked.

“No speaking, pet,” Inferro barked. “Want me to latch her up?”

“No,” Lucille said. Her voice was breathy and sweet, her eyes scanning over the figure of the samurai before her. “Not yet.” Tenshi stood stoically still while the princess’s hand drifted down her neck. It hooked into her top and proceeded to loosen the garment from her shoulders. Tenshi swallowed and recoiled slightly.

“I… y-you will not sully my honor…” Tenshi said. Lucille came closer.

“Hush now,” she said calmly. “I want you. And I have you. You’re… different from all the others… I’ve wondered for so long…” A heat penetrated Lucille’s words whispering through the air like secrets to a lover. Tenshi stood still as Lucille continued to undress her. The garment cloaking the woman’s top, the warrior’s hakamashita, collapsed behind her. Tenshi’s figure had faint scars scattered throughout and the definition of a true fighter. Across her chest, many layers of a thin fabric wrapped around her breast and back. It pressed them down in a restriction that made Lucille stop and worry. Tenshi’s breathing was labored. The skin around the area was pink and strained. Tenshi looked away.

“You really are a true warrior,” Lucille said. Tenshi swallowed. Her eyes shimmered in the light of the torch burning by the door. “You should be proud.”

“Do not patronize me,” Tenshi snapped back.

“One more word out of you…” Inferro started angrily.

“Inferro,” Lucille silenced him. The dragon stood down with a low sigh. “Cut this off of her. Do not cut her.” Inferro said nothing. He came forward and tore through the fabric with one sharpened claw. The piece popped off. Tenshi gasped as her breasts released from the pressure. She panted and calmed herself, baring her teeth. Lucille looked down at her bare chest. Her breasts were large enough to prove a challenge for the life path Tenshi had taken upon herself yet not so much that they could not be concealed to make her appear no different than a male samurai. Lucille held them gently. Tenshi started to pull back, but swallowed and stayed standing upright. Sweat trickled down her collarbone.

"Gorgeous," Lucille muttered.

"Princess?" Inferro asked. Lucille pulled her hands off of Tenshi's chest. She stood with a regal stance, mirroring Tenshi's stony disposition.

"Ahem, now then," Lucille said. "Inferro, strap her upper half to the rack. I don't want to wait anymore with this one."

"Like I've been the one stalling…" Inferro mumbled. Tenshi's eyes stayed locked onto Lucille as she was pushed back against the wooden frame. She put up no resistance to Inferro's strong claws holding and binding her arms splayed up over her head. Three leather straps held each straight and in place. The position Tenshi was forced into pushed out her chest and fully exposed her midsection to absolute vulnerability.

“Very nice,” Lucille said, watching Tenshi’s entrapment.

“I can stand pain,” Tenshi said. She looked away, still scowling. Lucille brushed a scar across Tenshi’s arm gently with her hand.

“I can tell,” Lucille said. “But that’s not what you’re here for.” Tenshi glanced back. Lucille shot her a slight smirk. The torch in the room seemed to burn hotter. Sweat trickled down Tenshi’s neck, down toward her chest. She started to speak, but the kindness hidden away behind Lucille’s curious demeanor left her with no words to follow. Tenshi hung against the frame, cheeks and ears burning along with the rest of her body. Lucille continued to strip away Tenshi’s clothes. With Inferro’s help, she tore away Tenshi’s bottoms, leaving the samurai’s private area exposed. Inferro glanced over it curiously while Lucille lingered, studying the delicate contours of Tenshi’s mound. It blushed with her cheeks. Tenshi winced and bared her teeth once more.

“You will not break me so easily,” Tenshi said. Inferro began to speak, but Lucille silenced him with a glance. The princess turned back to her captive.

“I should hope not,” Lucille said proudly. “We have all the time in the world, after all. But don’t you worry your little head. I think you’ll find what I have in store for you quite liberating.” Lucille inched forward. Her hand brushed softly against Tenshi’s thigh. It stroked up and down, petting it gently as it came closer inward. Lucille indulged her senses on the heat blooming from Tenshi’s private area. Her fingers came inward still, teasing Tenshi’s bare mound. The samurai gasped slightly, staring down at Lucille’s curious hand. Lucille came even closer, now tasting Tenshi’s trembling body heat with her own. She petted Tenshi’s slit. She rubbed her pearl and left the spot burning with moisture. Her fingers slipped inside easily. Tenshi winced once more as she started to moan.

“Do you even know what we do here?” Lucille asked tenderly. Tenshi looked up. Her eyes had relinquished her rock solid composure for a look akin to that of a handmaiden being handled by her master. Lucille looked back, still teasing in and out. “Not just this. This is just me playing with what’s mine. You’re about to find out.” Lucille pulled out. She examined the glisten on her fingers and shot Tenshi's eyes a seductive grin. Lucille slowly bent down to the floor in front of her. She cupped one of Tenshi’s calves in her hands, working her way down to her sandals. She took a delicate hold of one foot, cradling it in her hands. Inferro, watching quietly from the side, spoke up again.

“My princess, would you like me to finish binding her first?” Inferro asked. “It could be dangerous getting that close to this one.”

“No,” Lucille said with a hush. She looked up to Tenshi staring down at her. Lucille took a gentle hold of Tenshi’s waraji sandal, slowly pulling it off while keeping her eyes fixed on her prisoner. Tenshi’s chest rose and fell heavily. She stared back, her brows scrunching with puzzlement. “This one’s not going to do anything, are you?”

Tenshi swallowed. She looked away briefly, reserving an answer. Her cheeks glowed by the fire light. Lucille held her clothed foot, resting in her hand. She admired the shape for a longing moment before pulling down the tabi stocking keeping it sheathed. She slipped it off with little resistance from Tenshi, whose eyes fell back upon the princess with her foot cupped in her hand. Lucille drew in deep, heaving breaths. She studied Tenshi’s bare foot, staying still in her cupped hand. For as hardened as a fighter Tenshi presented herself, her foot was in much better shape than the rest of her body. A creamy pale top circled around blushing edges. A light pink hue grazed across Tenshi’s sole. Her toes were pristine, almost more so than her own. It was soft and supple in texture, preserved like a treasure hidden away from a cruel, yearning world.

“Wh-what are you going to do to me?” Tenshi asked. Her voice quivered. Lucille staring longingly down at her foot for a few moments more before looking back up.

“I told you,” Lucille said. “I want to play with my new toy.” She let go of Tenshi’s foot. For a brief moment, it hovered where Lucille held it. Tenshi set it back herself. Lucille grinned and started on the other foot. As before, Tenshi put up no fight in letting Lucille remove her sandal and sock. “Like my friend said, you could have hurt me right here, brave samurai. Tell me, why didn’t you?” She held Tenshi’s bare foot closer to her face, admiring more of the sensory qualities. She breathed in through her nose just outside of Tenshi’s toes. The rich, peculiar scent stood above all others. The princess’s dungeon had long since been basking with the carnal odors of those whom she kept and tormented for her pleasure. Even still, Tenshi’s scent was different. It stood out, not in strength, but in the way the aroma of flowers stand out from the rain that grows them, or how the cast of morning breathes a unique air from that of night. Tenshi’s eyes were drawn into Lucille’s expressive embrace. Her breaths turned to soft pants. More trickles of sweat fell down the back of her neck.

“Wh… what are you…” Tenshi whispered. Her cheeks beamed. Lucille had but a gentle hold on her foot. Her eyes were wide looking back up at her captive. A smirk came across her lips in a devious sliver.

“You want me to stop, samurai?” Lucille asked. Tenshi gritted her teeth. She peered away, strands of black hair draped down in front of her face. Her lips quivered through the answering silence. Lucille brought her foot closer to her face. “That’s what I thought.”

Tenshi gasped. The tips of her toes pressed softly against that of the princess’s rosy lips. There, they stayed. Tenshi clenched up. She prepared herself for the pain. The torture. The sadistic, vampiric indulgence of a sudden bite. But as the moment progressed, a different sensation began to take hold. Lucille parted her lips, letting the delicate bulbs of her toes push inward. In another display of unspoken trust, Tenshi’s toes entered Lucille’s mouth. The princess surrendered herself to the opportunity of being kicked and wounded just as Tenshi did to being bitten or maimed. Yet, there was no assault. There was no pain. What remained was a burning ache that coursed through her, a dungeon bound treatment for Tenshi had never prepared.

Lucille’s lips teased Tenshi’s toes with draping kisses that tingled upward through her body. A heat pulsed from Lucille’s lips against Tenshi’s toes. Lucille suckled on the taste for just a moment while keeping her eyes on her bound samurai. Tenshi’s cheeks glowed a flushed hue. She wiggled her toes a little, the slickness between them an experience so familiar and yet unique and new. Lucille smirked. She held Tenshi’s foot with a steady grasp. Her teeth parted around the delicate pad of her second and third toes. For a moment, Tenshi braced herself. She cursed her senses for letting herself be caught so off guard by the princess’s seductive tactics, and yet no pain still followed. Instead, Tenshi felt a strange jolt shoot up from her foot. It made her body clench suddenly with a strange impulse to smile.

“Mmm…. hehehe… wha…..hhehehe…” Tenshi started giggling. Lucille cradled Tenshi’s foot in her hand while her teeth brushed soft nibbles against her toes. Each little nibble came with a funny burst of tingles. Tenshi’s body twitched. Her impulse was to pull her foot away, but Lucille’s hold, coupled with the sensations that followed, kept her keeping it in place. Lucille grinned as she continued to tease the felled warrior.

“Mmmm, so tasty…” Lucille said. She nibbled more and more, going from one toe to the next. The faster she nibbled, the louder Tenshi giggled. She fought against the impulse to laugh, but could only hold out so much.

“Nnnneheeheeee…. Whahat ahare you… nnneehehe…” Tenshi’s laughter started to break through her stoic constitution. Her foot squirmed in Lucille’s hand. Her toes wiggled and clenched. Despite how every ticklish nibble left Tenshi jerking in her binds, her foot stayed perfectly within reach of Lucille’s tender hold. Lucille’s teeth nibbled all over her big toe, moving carefully down the row. She tasted and teased every single toe thoroughly. She stole the time experiencing each emphasized with Tenshi’s reactions of failing reservation.

“Don’t move too much now,” Lucille said. Her voice carried the beauty and sharpness of fresh spring roses. She nibbled down to Tenshi’s smallest toe. Tenshi let out a small squeak before forcing her lips shut. Her eyes and fists soon followed as her body retracted on impulse. The last to go was her foot drawing back out of Lucille’s hand. It hovered in the air, just outside of Lucille’s face. Lucille stayed down looking up. The trained fighter’s chambered leg was aimed for perfect contact with Lucille’s face. A momentary stare between the two left each hanging by a splintering thread of trust. Sweat trickled down Lucille’s neck. Tenshi’s eyes stayed locked on hers. She pictured kicking her captor away, easily knocking her out in the process, but the princess’s eyes bore no fear. Tenshi swallowed. She tenderly lowered her foot back to the ground beneath where she hung against the frame.

“See?” Lucille said. She stood and brushed out her dress. “Not so bad, was it?” Tenshi tore her gaze away from Lucille’s drilling eyes.

“Y-you… will not humiliate me as such…” Tenshi said again. Lucille came up closer to her. She brushed Tenshi’s hair back behind her ears to get a better view of her face.

“Hush now, with all of that,” Lucille said. “You have no idea what you’re in for.” Lucille brought her hand once again down to Tenshi’s blushing mound. She stroked along the slit, feeling more wetness from between her lips. Tenshi gasped. She clenched her lips shut, her body trembling and jolting when Lucille’s knuckles passed over her blossoming bud. “You’ve never experienced anything like me, just like I haven’t anything like you. Inferro.”

“Right, your highness,” Inferro said. His deep, booming voice sounded almost alien in the intimate space the princess and the samurai had created for one another. Inferro’s strong paws grasped Tenshi’s legs. He bent them back and cuffed her knees down to the benches behind her. Her ankles were fitted into hard, wooden stocks, locked tightly shut with an iron latch. Tenshi breathed deeply to regain the stoicism that had been taken from her.

“Whatever you plan to do…” Tenshi started.

“You’ll like,” Lucille interrupted. She cupped Tenshi’s cheek, keeping her focus straight at her face. “Certainly not all of it, and maybe not right away, but in time, you will. But we have all the time in the world, my ticklish little thing. You’re mine now. Forever.”

“T-ticklish?” Tenshi asked. Lucille giggled.

“So cute,” Lucille said. Her fingers traced down Tenshi’s neck. They brushed toward her breasts and drifted off to one side. As they inched closer to Tenshi’s exposed armpit, Tenshi’s eyes followed her touch. “I heard that cute little laugh. So pretty. But now, I want to hear more. I want to hear all of it.” Lucille’s nails scraped onto the vulnerable patch of Tenshi’s armpit. Two pressed against the plush skin while starting to scratch and cycle slowly. Tenshi’s expression shifted once again into a reserved smile. Tenshi’s body began to jerk in her binds. She twitched with each little swipe. Small giggles escaped her lips.

“Nnnneeeehehe… whhahat… is thissshehehee…” Tenshi laughed. A widening smile broke through the stone-faced mask she wore as a fighter. Lucille leaned in closer. Her other hand laid across her thigh, softly caressing the skin. Her fingers continued teasing the slick hollow of her pit. They scratched with feather-like strokes, exploring all over the area.

“This is what we do here,” Lucille said. “We keep all those that come to ‘rescue’ me and tickle them all over. Most can’t seem to handle it, but oh well. Now who’s the one who needs ‘rescuing’? Hehe.” Lucille skittered her nails across the spot. She added more. Three nails danced along the edge of her pit. Four tapped in small, concentrated bunches. Five scribbled all over, unrestrained by Lucille’s eagerness.

“Aaaahhheeeheehee! I didn’t-hheheheeehaha- come for-hheehehehehe-youuuu!” Tenshi started to squeal. Her naked body pulled at the straps keeping her against the frame. She shook and trembled as the tickles flowed in from the single armpit. She shook her head, her long, jet black hair being tossed side to side freely. Lucille kept caressing her thigh while pushing upon her captive more of her experience in tickling.

“I know you didn’t,” Lucille said. “That’s why you’re special.” She leaned in close to experience Tenshi’s faint, conservative laughter. Her nails skittered and scraped along the plush spot, gliding against the slickness with ease. Tenshi’s laughter broke into laughter and higher pitches at a steady pace. Lucille’s fingers mapped out the tender pit, finding and noting all of the most effective little spots at which to scratch.

“Shall I be of service, my princess?” Inferro asked, adjusting the lift beneath his belt.

“Not like that,” Lucille said. “Not yet, right away. But maybe find us some nice feathers to help ease her in.”

“Very well,” Inferro said. The dragon walked out of the cell, leaving Lucille alone with Tenshi. She continued to scribble her fingers against the single pit while caressing her thigh. She worked her hand inward before placing a gentle kiss on Tenshi’s cheek.

“I’ve always wanted someone like you to come along…” Lucille said, a moan escaping her voice as she spoke. Tenshi lost more and more of her composure by the second, fighting back against relinquishing her honor.

“Nnneeeheheheeeheehehe! Mmmmheheheheahaaa….” Tenshi laughed. Her cheeks burned. Her thighs moistened. They bloomed a humid embrace on Lucille’s hand as she slipped inward. Tenshi tried to close them. Her body pulled against the binds keeping her against the frame, but it seemed nothing could be done to stop Lucille’s devilish intentions, no matter how pleasurable they felt.

“That’s right, laugh for me,” Lucille muttered. “It’s only going to get better.” Her hand teased Tenshi’s glistening mound again with gentle brush strokes. When she pulled it out, her fingers drifted up to Tenshi’s bare, quivering belly. Her stomach was pale and slender, firm with a warrior’s athleticism with just enough of a doughy texture for Lucille to sink her nails into. As soon as she did, Tenshi let out another embarrassed squeal.

“Nnnneeeeeeeemmmhheheheheheehahahahaa!!” Tenshi laughed. She twisted and pulled against the frame. Her head flung side to side. Lucile’s nails skittered all over both areas. Five ravished all the most sensitive spots of the one pit while the other five indulged themselves on the slick, sensitive skin of her belly.

“Did you even know you were this ticklish?” Lucille asked with a grin. Tenshi, enduring the torture of hysteria, still managed to answer by shaking her head. Lucille laughed. “Aww, well then I’m honored to have been the one to teach you. Don’t worry, we’re going to learn all about all of your most ticklish spots together.” Her nails danced along the toned muscles of her stomach, counting the shallow hills and valleys of her abdomen with concentrated scribbles. Sweat fell down her neck, several drops flinging off of the tips of her hair. Before long, Inferro entered back into the cell, carrying a box of tools that the pair had preset for their surprise guests.

“You two look like you’re having fun,” Inferro remarked. Lucille kept her eyes on Tenshi’s face and expressions twisted with ticklish laughter.

“Oh we are,” Lucille said. Inferro sat down the box and opened the lid. Inside the box, a row of feathers laid out along a fur lining. They were all different colors, sizes, and textures. Beneath them, more tools were scattered about. Fake claws fit for Lucille’s fingertips. Brushes of various sizes were stacked neatly to one side. Several small, colorful balls of fuzz sparkled in a condensed clump. Inferro reached in and pulled out two feathers. One was black and stiff, slender and upright. The other hung loosely by the quill. It was red and its fibers splayed more outward.

“How’s she holding up?” Inferro asked casually. Lucille tilted her head to one side. She studied Tenshi’s laughter and jerking motions up close, admiring the song and dance she performed.

“Quite well,” Lucille said. “This ‘brave warrior’ may be one of our most ticklish. Just listen to her.” Lucille’s nails dug and scratched into the one armpit. The other hand danced her nails all over Tenshi’s slick belly, circling around her navel. Tenshi had dropped nearly all remaining stoicism, wiggling and laughing like a small girl at play. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Her cheeks glowed bright red. Her bare chest heaved and jiggled. Her arms pulled at the straps holding them up while her thighs yearned to press together.

“Interesting,” Inferro said. His voice was low and grim with a sadistic glimmer. Lucille took a step back, dropping her hands from Tenshi’s glistening body. Tenshi's head fell. She panted and hid her face behind a black curtain of hair.

“Get her feet, Inferro,” Lucille said. “I want to stay up here and watch her.”

“With pleasure, your highness,” Inferro said. With both feathers in his claws, the dragon took position behind where Tenshi was bound. He looked down at her soles, bare and supple. Her ankles had been strapped in place. Her feet hung pointed down off of the benches that contained her calves. A smirk came across Inferro’s face as he studied their alluring shape. Lucille stayed standing before Tenshi. She brushed her hair back behind her ear and caressed her cheek.

“We’re far from finished, cutie,” Lucille said, her voice sweet and cutting. Both of her hands raised to cup her cheeks. She pointed Tenshi’s focus back at her face. Tenshi burned all over. Her lips parted as her breath steadily returned to her. Her eyes stared back at Lucille’s, her pupils nearly swallowing them whole. Lucille came closer. Carefully judging Tenshi’s heated reactions, she leaned in. Lucille planted a soft kiss against Tenshi’s neck. Tenshi’s chest rose once more with a deep, aching breath. Lucille’s hands drifted downward in tandem. Her fingers brushed against her breasts, teasing Tenshi’s nipples. They were stiff and slick like brook-side pebbles. She rubbed them with another kiss, her lips trailing up. They reached her cheek with another kiss. Tenshi quivered. She turned her head slowly toward Lucille’s. In a moment of heated inhibition, Tenshi parted her lips and pushed her face toward Lucille. The princess backed away. Both of her hands pushed past her breasts. They slipped onto Tenshi’s exposed armpits, releasing her scribbling nails against both at once.

“Mmmmaaaaahhahahahahahahahaha!!! Nnnnaaahahahahahahahaaaa!!!” Tenshi squealed with laughter. She threw her head back and howled into the cell. Her body trembled and quaked as more tickles ravished through her bound, naked body. She thrust and bucked against the frame, her arms pulling at the straps. Lucille stood in the best position to capture all of Tenshi’s ticklish hysteria.

“Aww, is the brave samurai starting to give in?” Lucille teased with a chuckle. “It’s okay, cutie. They all do. Just let it happen.” Tenshi’s voice filled the cell. Her backside slammed against the frame with each erratic buck. Inferro watched from behind for a bit before turning his attention back to her feet.

“She’s going to regret poking the beast,” Inferro said. With both feathers in his hands, he began to swish each over the surface of her soles. The black, stiff plume traced up and down one creamy, white arch while the red fluffed ticklish fibers underneath her toes. Tenshi’s voice exploded. Her head flung backward as she let out a wild, unconstrained shriek of laughter at the tickles that poured in from her feet.

“AAAAAHHHHHHEEEEHEEHEEHAAHAHAHANNNN!!! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!!!” Tenshi screamed. Her feet flailed. Her toes clenched. But each slight movement only encouraged more feathering. Up and down, side to side, the feathers tasted Tenshi’s virgin feet. Each little wave of the plumes against her soles filled her senses more and more with the tickles that ravished through her body. Lucille and Inferro chuckled.

“‘Stop’?” Inferro asked. “I thought you could handle any torture.” Inferro was meticulous with how the feathers worked Tenshi’s feet. The red feather fluffed up and down her sole carelessly, the frayed fibers reaching and tickling wherever they fell. The black feather scribbled like a quill on fine parchment, writing out Tenshi's ticklish tale.

“And why would we stop?” Lucille asked. “We’re all having fun here, aren’t we?”

“Oh, without a doubt, your highness,” Inferro said, painting Tenshi’s soles with feathery tickles. Lucille skittered and scraped her nails deep within Tenshi’s pits. She gnawed at the hollows with her kneading talons. Tenshi screamed with laughter. Tears poured down two blushing cheeks. Her arms shivered in their straps. Her thighs continued to shake and try to push together. Her chest and belly ached from the constant laughter flowing from her throat.

“AAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! I CAAAAHAHAHAHAHAN”TTHAHAHAH!!!” Tenshi bellowed. She fought back against pleading, still holding onto a thinning thread of honor. Her hair flung beads of sweat each time she thrashed her head side to side. Lucille basked in it all. The dense humidity of her body heat. The intimate scents of feverish passion. The sensation of Tenshi’s naked body growing gradually more slick and warm the farther she pushed her ticklish fortitude. Lucille’s nails skittered wildly against her pits. She drank in Tenshi’s laughter like the most exotic and beautiful melodies she had ever heard. The breaking of the proud, honorable samurai left her aching and tingling throughout. Lucille panted along with her, bearing her own veil of sweat and need.

“You like it, don’t you, Tenshi?” Lucille asked in a low, breathy tone. “You do. Even if you don’t know it, you do. I can tell. It’s okay. Just give in, my ticklish pet, and I’ll give your life a new purpose… a new path of honor… living for me…”

“You seem to like this one,” Inferro commented, still swiping the feathers up and down Tenshi’s feet. Lucille thought for a minute.

“I’ve always wanted someone like her to stop by,” Lucille said. Inferro took hold of one of Tenshi’s feet. Keeping it steady in one clawed hand, he began flossing both feathers in between her toes. A sudden, massive flurry of tickles burst up through her body from her helpless, sensitive digits. Tenshi’s voice broke again, shrieking with wild, ticklish laughter.

“NNNAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!! BY THE GAAHAHAHAHADSSS!!!” Tenshi cried out. Her foot tried to flail free, but Inferro kept a tight hold to keep it in place while the feathers brushed in between and underneath her delicate little toes.

“So I suppose she’ll get… special treatment,” Inferro asked with a slight smirk.

“Maybe, if she’s a good girl,” Lucille said, sheepishly. “We’ll see how she holds up.”

“Just as long as I get to punish her for cutting me good,” Inferro said. After finishing coating all of one foot’s toes with feathery tickles, Inferro moved over to the other one. Tenshi’s head shook rapidly during the switch before being thrust back into another screaming fit of laughter.

“Fine, but this one’s under my care specifically,” Lucille said. “Nothing is to be done to her that doesn’t go through me.” Her nails kept skittering all over Tenshi’s pits. They glided effortlessly against the slick, sensitive hollows.

“Nothing?” Inferro asked.

“And in turn, you can have all the others,” Lucille said. “Do with them what you will.”

“All the others?” Inferro asked, raising a brow. He chuckled and shrugged. “Fine then. You must really like this one. I wonder why.”

Lucille eyed Tenshi’s body as it thrashed against the frame holding it in place. Her breasts, relieved of their confinement, bounced and wafted with her jerking movements. Lucille’s hands traced their scribbling fingers down from her pits. They emerged to teased Tenshi’s chest. Her nails skittered all over each heaving peak. They teased on and around Tenshi’s nipples. Each perked alert and erect, growing more and more sensitive the more receptive her body proved itself to be against the onslaught of tickles. Lucille indulged herself plenty before tracing farther downward. Reaching Tenshi’s ribs, the samurai’s voice reached a new, squeaking octave. Her body jerked. Her head fell back, her mouth agape with a newly energetic stream of laughter.

“WWWHHHAAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAA!!! NNNAAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!” Tenshi squealed. Lucille recoiled a bit with a smirk. She bit her lip and cocked her head.

“Ohhh, did I find a fun spot?” Lucille asked. She leaned in toward her captive. Her nails stayed tapping up and down each set of ribs just beneath Tenshi’s chest. Tenshi let out a flurry of squeals as her laughter grew more faint and desperate. Lucille giggled along. She skittered and danced her nails against each rib, all stretched and vulnerable to be played with for as long as she pleased.

“Sounds like it,” Inferro said. He had the feathers sitting beside him, lightly brushing the tips of his claws along the surface of Tenshi’s soles. Not hard enough to cut, but certainly commanding a ticklish presence.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHH!!! STTAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Tenshi cried out. Tears dribbled down her cheeks. Her body writhed and thrashed against the frame. Her stomach grew weary of the endless, bellowing laughter, while her throat became progressively sore the more she was forced to use her voice. Lucille’s attention stayed locked on her state. She examined the way her body moved, the intensity of her laughter, and the state of composure her captive reduced throughout. Lucille kept her nails skittering all over Tenshi’s delicate ribs, counting each thoroughly over and over again.

“Surely a brave, strong warrior like you can handle a little tickling,” Lucille teased. She giggled tauntingly, leaning closer to give Tenshi’s neck a seductive brush of her lips.

“Sounds like she can handle whatever you want her to,” Inferro said. The dragon put away his claws and leaned in closer to one of Tenshi’s feet. He breathed deeply against it before blowing out a warm puff of air. Tenshi squeaked through tired laughter. Her toes curled defensively. Inferro chuckled. He opened his mouth slightly. His tongue, long and thin, slithered out from his jaws. It gave Tenshi’s sole a delicate, flicking brush. Tenshi gasped again, new laughter escaping her lips. She gasped with each teasing flick he licked against her sole.

“EEEEEKKKKEEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAT!!!” Tenshi laughed. Lucille continued to play the girl’s ribs like the prettiest harp she had ever laid eyes on. Inferro cupped the foot in his hands to hold it steady. His tongue wiggled and stroked against Tenshi’s sole like a raspy finger. It scratched and poked and slithered up and down her arch. It circled all over her heel and dipped beneath her toes. It squirmed its way in between her toes, enveloping each in wave after wave of furious tickles.

“Tastes good, doesn’t she?” Lucille asked.

“She is quite the treat,” Inferro said. The dragon’s tongue coursed all over the plump, soft digits, leaving each screaming in ticklish euphoria. He snickered as he moved over to the other foot, ready to treat it to a thorough licking. Tenshi’s laughter faded more and more between bursts of squeals and reluctant pleas. Her body regressed from exhaustion into real aches of her arms and stomach. Tears continued to fall. Her voice broke and cracked. Her legs trembled, her thighs dripping from the heat. Lucille leaned in closer, her nails merely teasing Tenshi’s ribs with soft, playful skitters. She whispered loudly into her ear.

“Do you want it to stop?” Lucille asked firmly. Tenshi panted through her laughter.

“HHHEEEHAHAHHA!!! YESSHHHHAHAHA!! PLEEHEHAHAHSSEE!!” Tenshi cried out.

“Submit to me, brave warrior,” Lucille said. “I’ve already claimed you as mine. But if you swear your loyalty, your life, your heart and body, to me… I can give you all that you’ve ever desired. A new purpose. You’ll stand above the rest, be more to me than just another toy. You’ll fight for me. You’ll lie with me. Serve me and that will be your honor. Do you swear?” The tickling of her ribs had lessened to delicate brushes across the rises and dips. Inferro’s tongue had slowed as well, more tasting the girl’s foot instead of torturing it. Tenshi continued to laugh through it all. Her cheeks glowed a bright shade of rose. Through the exhaustion and tireless desire, her voice gleamed with an air of sincerity.

“Eeeeehhhehehahahaaha!! I-eeeehehehehehe- I swehehehar! I swear!!” Tenshi said through aching giggles.

Lucille smiled. She pulled back, with Inferro following soon after. Tenshi hung strapped to the rack, sweating and panting. Droplets fell from the tips of her hair. Her mouth hung agape. Her throat strained against the sore burn within, sucking down deep gulps of air. Her eyes fluttered. Her thighs quaked, soaked down to her knees. Lucille came closer. Tenderly, she brushed back Tenshi’s hair again, getting a telling view of the girl’s burning face. She leaned back in close to Tenshi’s ear.

“You swear… your life to me?” Lucille asked. Her tone was gentle and loving. She spoke without any desire to intimidate, but rather to court. Tenshi was quick to nod as she fought for enough breath to speak.

“Y… ye-yes…” Tenshi said. Lucile spoke softer, almost leaving Inferro out of the know entirely.

“You liked it… didn’t you?” Lucille asked. A smile crept up onto Tenshi’s tired lips.

“Ye… yes…”

“Very good,” Lucille said. She smirked and thought for a moment. “But… how about you…” Lucille leaned in again. She spoke so softly into Tenshi’s ear that only Tenshi could hear her. A warm shade of rose returned to Tenshi’s cheeks. The smile on her face twitched. Lucille pulled back. She grinned, her eyes sparkling as she stared back at her latest delight. “Now then, what was that?” Tenshi paused. She swallowed and shyly met Lucille’s eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, curling at the ends.

“Yes… my love…” Tenshi said. Lucille returned a wide grin.

“That’s a good girl.”

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Commissioned by the lovely Sara Smith ❤