Snaketember Part 2/4 - Special Feature (Patreon)

A noble's garden must be filled with features. Statues, fountains, topiary bushes, hidden troves, fruit trees - the self-respecting high-society person must tastefully decorate their garden to show off their wealth and culture! Nothing is more shameful than a poorly-tended garden, oh no! Luckily, this noble has a unique feature that has guests gasping.

Tied with gold ribbons to two pillars, the many-armed lamia heaves desperate, aroused breaths as she seems totally oblivious to all the guests gawking as they stroll through the grounds. During bright, sunny days, the lamia trembles and shakes between those pillars as her lustrous gold jewellery glints in the sunlight. Edged constantly when not on duty as a garden feature, she can't think of anything but her pulsing need and sensitive, exposed body.

"And if you think that's special," the host will say, waving a hand, "Watch this!"

Magical feathers spring to life, flying through the air to assault the many exposed armpits of the lamia. Each one is insanely ticklish, soft hollows helplessly vulnerable to the feathers' fluffy tickling, and the lamia is soon bucking with desperation. The sound of jangling jewellery and squealing laughter fills the garden, as do the guests' delighted murmurs.

Conditioned by the edging to associate the tickle torture with pleasure, the lamia soon begins to drool and moan, her heavy snake body restlessly coiling around itself to distract her from the mounting pleasure. If she had thighs she'd be rubbing them together to try and elicit any friction, but no, all she can do is squirm and laugh and whine as the feathers toy with her underarms and navel.

In the wild, she could be an absolutely devastating tickle monster, but this lamia is submissive and desperate, too horny to be humiliated by the guests' coos and smirks. Before she can finally tip over from the tickling alone, the feathers stop, and the guests are ushered on, albeit reluctantly, by the host. The staff untie the lamia and guide her back to her quarters.

Even as they bring her luxurious meals and pamper her with hot baths and massages, she complains of her desperate arousal, grinding on the fine silk pillows fruitlessly. Such a greedy creature shouldn't cum! Especially not when another group of guests is scheduled to arrive tomorrow - maybe in some shibari bondage she'll make a nice centerpiece for the dinner party to play with while they eat...