Ticklish Nymph Princess (Communal Commission!) (Patreon)

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The sun’s warmth enveloped Layna’s skin in a heavenly embrace. Her eyes squinted as she stared up at it, looking down upon her and smiling in glorious light. Her hands cast shadows over her face as she reached up for it. Her throat exhaled a sighing, relieved giggle at its playful touch. Her lips curled up. Her long, orchid hair flowed in a breeze that raced past her. Her dress wafted. Flower petals, carried along the wings of the wind, chased one another like sprites at play. Layna watched them fly off on their own splendorous voyage.

Layna Florabelle gazed around at her homeland at the center of the Joywood Forest. It was how it always was. Peaceful. Beautiful. A remarkable haven for love and merriment. Flowers bloomed year round. Playful creatures sang and danced among the surrounding trees. Protective and enlightening energies sparkled through the air, the magic of the land.

With how immaculate of land most viewed the Joywood Forest, Layna herself was often seen as the treasure of it all. Young and beautiful, with skin as radiant as her voice was kind. Her robes bore the style of the traditional Nymph Princess, a title the Layna wore proudly amongst the prosperity of her people. She spun and laughed, her dress lifting briefly before she pressed it back down. Her cascading crown of hair swung with her. It draped over her shoulders like a cloak. She smiled and brushed it out between her dainty, soft fingers. Her eyes glimmered light pools of violet as she looked upon the land that had become the very heart of her being.

“Over here!” Layna heard a voice call out from in between two grass cottages. She turned to it. Out popped four younglings, two Nymphs and two Satyrs prancing about, chasing one another and giggling. The Satyrs had large sticks in their hands while the Nymphs carried gorgeous, freshly picked flowers. The young boys ran by while the small Nymphets only stopped when approaching the princess.

“Good morning, Lady Layna,” they both said together.

“Good day to you, Ery,” Layna said sweetly to one. She bent down and addressed the other. “Staying out of Elder Straum’s berry patch, Juniper?” Juniper, a small red-headed nymph, smiled and cheekily looked away.

“Y-yes…” she said, quietly and unsure.

“She ate a whole basket just a few days ago, Lady Layna,” Ery said, her voice high and tone hyperactive. Juniper blushed and shoved her friend.

“No telling!” Juniper said. Layna and Ery giggled.

“Hehe, well, just be careful not to make your tummy sore,” Layna said. She gently stroked both of the girls’ hair.

“Yes, lady Layna,” Juniper said.

“Heyo!” the small Satyrs called back from down the path. The two nymphets looked back at their friends. Erys held out the bundle of flowers in her hands for Layna. Juniper quickly followed.

“For me?” Layna asked. She took both bundles in her hands and inhaled a deep breath. “They smell wonderful, thank you.” The nymphets giggled and curtseyed.

“Thank you, Lady Layna,” Erys said. She smiled and dashed off toward the boys. Juniper wrapped her arms around Layna’s waist for a short hug. Layne held her back.

“G-good day, Lady Layna,” Juniper said. Before Layna could respond, Juniper took off, giggling as she ran. Layna watched them go, making their way deeper into the village toward the square. Layna looked on their path. The younglings scampered past Farmer Elphae and the woodcrafter, Fauness Liba.

“Easy now,” Elphae said with a chuckle. He watched the younglings race by before turning to Layna. He bowed his head, his face gleaming with restful peace. “Lady Layna, good morning to you.” Layna smiled back at the elder Satyr.

“And to you, kind sir,” Layna said. Layna smiled back at the farmer. He rubbed the back of his head and fixed a straw-brimmed hat around his horned head. She looked past him at the numerous gardens and crop fields down the winding path toward the heart of the village, each blooming with color and bountiful harvests.

“Another beautiful day, isn’t it, Lady Layna?” Liba asked. She was a gentle maiden, one who specialized in carving wood tools and trinkets. Layna looked back at her, flowers still in her hands and high upon her chest.

“Very,” Layna said. Liba looked to the skies. Clean, almost sparkling blue, with clouds of pure white shade. Distant birds sang. Small critters chirped happily along in the surrounding trees. Bunnies and deer played in the tall grass.

“We truly are blessed, Lady Layna,” Liba said. Layna’s smile faded slightly. She looked down to the flowers and nodded her head.

“Indeed,” she said.

“Couldn’t live under a better family, I say,” Elphae said. He leaned up against the doorframe to his cottage and crossed his arms. “Heading out again, Lady Layna?” She turned back to him with an illuminated smile.

“It is Faeday, kind sir,” Layna said. “I’m off to do my travels.”

“Right,” he said. “Well, be careful one of them doesn’t snatch you up. You know how them briar pucks can be.”

“Still not convinced one of them didn’t take my cat,” Liba grumbled. Layna addressed them both with a reassuring smile.

“Not to worry, I have my warding charms,” she said.

“Alright, well, be careful, my lady,” Elphae said.

“Thank you, kind sir,” Layna said. “Good day to you both.” With flowers in hand, Layna turned and continued on her way out of the village.

The princess’s light footsteps padded against the shroomstone road. Her delicate flat slippers treaded daintily across the ground. That, coupled with the rare chirping of birds in distant trees, became the only sounds to help distract Layna from the woodland solitude. She stared stoically ahead of her, her hair shimmering in the daylight. She kept the flowers close to her chest and an eye out for distinct landmarks. She noted the Lapiswood tree on her right after a hundred paces and the groves of pearlberry bushes off to the left after three. The farther she walked, the more broken the road started to become. The woods around her became more dense, to the point where she could hardly see through the trees. The road had become a vague scattering of pebbles as weeds and small flowers broke through them. The sounds of nature around her became more primal and intimidating. Still, the princess held her head high and continued forth.

Ducking under branches and treading through tall bushes, Princess Layna stopped when coming upon a peculiar circle of rocks in a small clearing. The stones shimmered with an alluring pink glow. The air was thick and smelt of musky odors. The wind had stopped howling through the trees, the birds no longer singing their ornate songs. Layna looked down at the circle in the dirt. She clutched the flowers to her chest and sighed. Flipping her hair back to stay strong, Layna closed her eyes. She took a step into the circle, crossing the boundary.

Even before opening her eyes, she could feel the change. The natural light had faded into perpetual night. The smells became more prominent. The heavy warmth of the air draped over her skin like a sheet. Layna swallowed. Her hands trembled, rattling the flowers in her grasp.

“You’re late,” a voice sneered from behind her head. Layna felt the being watching her, leering over her. Her voice was gentle, yet powerful and conniving, impossible to read. “You’ve been coming later and later every week.”

“I-I have duties,” Layna said. “You know this.” Layna gave a heavy, nervous sigh and opened her eyes. The being walked around in front of her. Towering over Layna, a woman stood stern and smiling. Her hair was long and bright red. It shined in a mystical luminescence, floating weightlessly in the air. The woman appeared not to weigh anything at all with how lightly she stood. Glowing wings fluttered behind her. An extoic and ritualistic shawl hung over her shoulders. She wore nothing underneath, her body perfect and naked, save for jewelry made from gold, trickets, and flower petals decorating her figure. Layna stared up at the beauty, defiant yet awed.

“At least you come bringing gifts this time,” said the Carnal Fae Priestess, Saphia Sinforge. She reached out two femine, powerful hands and took the flowers from Layna. Layna fought back, if only for a second, before loosening her grip. Saphia brought the flowers up in her long-nailed fingers to her face. She drew in a long smell and sighed with a smile. “Just lovely.”

“Can we just get this over with?” Layna asked. Saphia turned to Layna with a smirk.

“Aww, is the little bunny nervous again?” Saphia taunted. Layna’s eyes scanned the room. It was dark, lit only by glowing blooms and mushrooms. Stone walls entrapped the two. From the shadowy corners of the room, small pairs of eyes started to shine. Mischievous giggles and fluttering wings skittered all over just outside of Layna’s view. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Layna began making out the faint outlines of Saphia’s tools and devices throughout her dungeon used for her own version of ‘playtime’. The princess shuddered. She recalled the stocks, the x-frame, the chest filled with all sorts of objects and magical enhancements. She swallowed and looked down. She held her hands to her stomach.

“N-no,” Layna said. Saphia reached up and stroked Layna’s hair. Layna winced, but let it happen, feeling Saphia’s nails brushing against her scalp.

“Hehe, it’s okay,” Saphia said. “I like playing with scared little bunnies.”

“I… I am… Princess Layna Florabelle…” Layna started, building up a more defiant tone in her voice. Saphia only chuckled.

“Of the Nympths of Joywood,” Saphia said. “I know, bunny, you tell me every time.”

“Then why do you insist on belittling me so?”

“Because each time you hesitate a little more,” Saphia said. “And it makes me wonder just how much longer you’re going to cry ‘princess’ like that means anything to me.” Layna blushed.

“Well… it’s true…”

“I know it is, bunny,” Saphia said calmly. “But what’s truer here, what I care about, is that you belong to me,” Saphia said. “Princess or no, you are mine.” Saphia floated closer to Layna. She lifted her chin with a gentle finger. Layna quickly gave in and looked up at the Fae Priestess. “Isn’t that right, bunny?”

“I… just… only every Faeday,” Layna said softly.

“For twenty four hours,” Saphia said. “That was the deal. You come everyday Faeday and you’re mine for twenty four hours.”

“I know the deal,” Layna said bitingly.

“Then why so huffy, bunny?” Saphia asked. “Do you not have fun while you’re here?” Layna’s cheeks began to burn, but she held her head up high to stay strong.

“It’s just to ensure the prosperity of my people,” Layna said. “L-Like a good leader is supposed to do… n-nothing more…” Saphia snickered.

“Oh, bunny,” she said. “Didn’t mommy ever tell you… you shouldn’t lie to the fae.” The sinister giggling around Layna grew louder and closer. Saphia stroked Layna’s cheek, staring down into her rosey face. “We know when you do. It’s dangerous for a pretty young thing such as yourself to try and play us as fools.”

“Let’s just… get this over with…”

“Now, bunny, I know you’re eager, but I have to ask,” Saphia started, holding her body against Layna’s, frozen in place. “You like being mine, don’t you?” Layna swallowed again, her hands trembling as they clenched into fists. She tried to look away.

"I… I don't…"

"No?" Saphia cocked her head to the side.

".... hate it," Layna mumbled. Saphia gave a soft chuckle. She stroked Layna's hair once more.

"That's a good bunny," Saphia said. "It's in your best interest to speak truthfully to me. Especially about things that excite the cute little bunny. The Carnal Fae are quite sensitive to the desires of sweet little bunnies." Layna clenched. She winced and tried to hide the burning in her cheeks that resonated throughout her body. Her eyes darted to and from Saphia's nearly naked body. The snickers around her grew louder still.

"Y-yes…" Layna said softly.

"If we're going to begin, bunny, I'm going to need you to address me properly." Layna whimpered and shut her eyes tight. She huffed with a hard sigh.

"Yes… my lady," Layna said. Saphia stroked her cheek.

"Mmm, isn't it nice?" Saphia asked into her ear. She fluttered around the girl, her hands tracing over Layna’s skin. "Relinquishing control for once. Freeing, in a way, isn't it? No title. No royal obligations. Just surrendering yourself to be toyed with. Is that not your kind's natural state?" Layna bared her teeth slightly before her muscles started to release.

"Yes, my lady," Layna said.

"Good bunny," Saphia said. She reached out with one hand toward the standing rack off to the side. She snapped her fingers. Small purple flames ignited within candles placed all around it. Layna turned her head toward the device. She shuddered and clenched up once more. "You know what to do to get started."

Layna started to breathe heavily. She held her head up high, but was defeatedly aware of the stares of Saphia's fae commune surrounding and watching her. She averted her eyes from them all. Slowly she began to walk toward the rack. It was crafted from dark wood and mystanium, a metal of magical properties crafted by the fairy folk. It was split at the bottom while the top half resembled a table. Heavy straps hung off of the top corners, with a few wider straps toward the center. The bottom had a small stock at each corner, a wooden latch surrounding a distinct groove. Saphia watched the princess approach her tool.

"Don't make me wait any longer, bunny," Saphia said. "You've already been such a bad girl." Her demeaning tone sent a warm shiver through Layna’s body. She reached up to her shoulder.

"Yes, my lady," Layna said. "I'm sorry, my lady." She pushed her gown off of one shoulder, followed by the other. The garment fell from her frame and collapsed at her ankles. Layna stepped out of it, her body bared and exposed for the onlooking fairy priestess. Across her stomach, a light mark shined a magenta glow. It was abstract in design and tribal in nature. Small, yet noticeable, it lit up brighter in the presence of the fairies.

"There it is," Saphia said. "So pretty, don't you think, bunny? Has anyone discovered it yet?"

"No, my lady," Layna said.

"Aww, too ashamed to show your people that their precious princess actually belongs to the Carnal Fae?" Saphia asked. She came up behind Layna. Her hand grazed down her back toward her bare cheeks. Layna shivered, yet let out a small, faint moan. "That's okay, bunny. It can stay our little secret."

"Th-thank you, my lady," Layna said.

Layna stared at the bondage device in front of her. Slowly, she laid her back against it. She stretched her arms and legs out toward the corners. Saphia waved one hand. The cuffs up by her wrists began to sparkle, followed by the individual stocks down at her ankles. The cuffs unlaced themselves and proceeded to latch and tighten against Layna’s skin. The stocks opened and closed again around her ankles, twisting a hatch to lock them in place. Layna squeaked with each new binding. Every clenching touch of the magical devices holding her body made her squeak, her body burning hotter with each new degree of helplessness. Another strap ran across her waist and locked her midsection against the rack. She pulled slightly at her arms and legs, feeling how she could hardly move them at all. After so many liaisons upholding the deal she made with Saphia, the fairy’s magic and tool-based efficiency always seemed to catch her off-guard.

“Comfortable, little bunny?” Saphia asked. Layna shivered and stared back at her captor.

“Y-y-yes, my lady,” Layna said, her breathing heavy and dense. An overwhelming sense of vulnerability washed over her, exacerbated greatly by a small brush of wind down by her naked groin. It teased the thin layer of moisture that had already begun building around her lips. Layna looked down, all too aware how exposed and powerless she was to the lust-hungry fae. Saphia smiled back at her, studying how her body fit onto her special rack.

“Of course you are,” Saphia said. “This is where cute little bunnies belong.” Saphia waved her hand once more. The upright rack quickly bent backward, laying flat and parallel with the stone dungeon floor. Layna gasped and panted. Her eyes widened, staring up at the Fae Priestess assessing her body like a prize or commodity. Her hand drifted over Layna’s body. It brushed her hair and down her cheek. Saphia’s fingers sensually caressed her neck and collar, slowly making their way down to her breast. Her nails gently dragged over the plush, bare mound, paying a special stop to her nipple. She teased it and felt it harden under the lightest of touches. Layna squirmed and heaved, whimpering slightly.

“My, my, don’t get too excited right away, little bunny,” Saphia said. “I still need you to last for me.” Layna whimpered. She averted her eyes and fought back against the natural urge to moan. Saphia’s presence loomed over her. The fairies lurking in the shadows came closer still. Layna focused only on Saphia, specifically her hand as it made its way farther down her body. The princess squeaked as it traced through her navel and down in between her thighs. Saphia’s nail lightly brushed across the delicate skin. It trailed down to Layna’s quivering lips, already slick and blushing.

“So telling,” Saphia said with amusement. “That’s why I love you nymphs. You make it so easy.” Her nail slowly touched down the center of Layna’s slit. Layna gasped and clenched up as Saphia gave her clit a small stroke.

“Hnnng mmmm…” Layna muttered.

“Hm, so obvious,” Saphia said. “Now, say it.” Layna sucked in a deep breath.

“Th-thank you, m-my lady…” Layna whimpered. Saphia gave a soft chuckle.

“That’s a good bunny,” she said. Saphia continued tracing down Layna’s body. Her fingers licked across Layna’s sooth, warm skin. They fell down the muscular grooves of one leg, coming down to reach her calf. Layna looked down at Saphia. Saphia smiled, keeping her eyes on Layna’s foot trapped within the singular locked stock. “Mmm, I know bunny likes special attention down here… so let’s make her more comfortable.” Saphia took a delicate hold over Layna’s flat shoe. Layne quivered but put up no resistance as Saphia slipped it off. She let it plop to the floor. Layna shivered, feeling the coolness of the air brush against her bare, vulnerable sole. Her feet had always been modestly sized. Nymphs often had areas of their bodies that stored a higher concentration of nerves to act as conduits for erocana, magic born from arousal. Saphia leered over Layna’s foot, staring deeply at hers.

“So precious,” Saphia said. “I see you’ve been keeping them clean and soft for me, haven’t you, bunny?” Layna winced.

“Y-yes, my lady,” Layna said. She looked down, despite not being able to see her foot from behind the stock holding it in place. Saphia laid her hand gently upon it. She grazed the side, feeling the delicate warmth it blushed. Layna’s toes curled nervously. She braced herself to feel the swipe of Saphia’s nail at any second.

“Good bunny,” Saphia said. She kept the princess waiting for a bit, watching her bubbly little toes squirm. Saphia walked to the other foot. She bared it just as easily. Layna shivered, having been completely stripped and her most sensitive areas made vulnerable for what was to come. She trembled. As nervous as it made her, Layna could not fight back against the mark on her stomach starting to sparkle with a faint, purple glow. Saphia watched it as she made her way back up.

“You like being this exposed and helpless for me, don’t you, bunny?” Saphia asked. Layna swallowed. “Don’t worry, I understand needing to keep up appearances, princess, but there’s no shame in getting off on being my little plaything.” Saphia came up to Layna’s head. She brushed more hair out of her face, feeling the warmth of Layna’s cheek against her fingers. “Of course, you know as well as I do that you may not like all of what’s coming. But I will, and that’s all that matters. Right, bunny?” Layna grew in a deep breath. Her mark shined more with the erocana that flowed through her. She blushed and looked away.

“Yes, my lady,” Layna said slowly, foregoing acknowledging that she was only there to uphold the deal she made for the fairy’s aid in her village’s prosperity. “That’s… all that matters.”

“You’ve come so far, bunny,” Saphia said. “Maybe one day you’ll admit to the whole world how much you truly love it. But until then, we have business to take care of.”

Saphia let her hand drift slowly down Layna’s neck. Layna caught brief glimpses of her nails shining a glittery red glow in the light of the pink flames. She panted. Her body started to burn from the inside. The mark on her stomach remained a dim source of light in the room. Saphia ran her nails down Layna’s collarbone to her breast. The glided with a feathery touch across the heaving mound. Saphia smirked as she felt the stiffness of Layna’s nipple beneath her finger. The burn beneath Layna’s skin resonated outward. She rubbed the small nub, erecting it further. The mark on Layna’s stomach glowed more as the nymph whimpered and twisted in her binds.

“Mmmmhhehehe….” Layna whined. Her chest rose and fell with greater fluctuation. Her lips parted to allow for deeper breaths to escape.

“Soft bunny,” Saphia commented. “Sweet bunny.”

Saphia continued slowly making her way down Layna’s body. Her hand fell from the lift of her chest down to her ribs. Her fingertips traced across each, leaving Layna squirming more against the rack. Saphia watched and admired her work in leaving the nymph tormented by her own desires and aroused by the anticipation. Her hand came down to Layna’s belly. The glow of the mark made the area warmer than the rest of her. Layna’s squirming became more constant. She looked down to watch where Saphia touched the spot. Saphia grinned at Layna’s more alert expressions.

“Such a tender little area,” Saphia said, “Especially when all I have to do is this.” Her nails gently grazed over the mark left below Layna’s navel. The mark illuminated brighter. Layna’s back arched as she let out a moaning cry. She bit hard against her lip. Her eyes clenched shut, her hands balling into fists. What surged with a sudden wave of arousal quickly became a burst of tickles fluttering through her. Saphia’s nails skittered over the plush area, scratching away at Layna’s stomach.

“Nnnnyyyaaaaaahahahahahahahaaaaa!” Layna squealed aloud. The frail pokes and scratches of Saphia's nails over her belly sent a flurry of tickles through her body. Layna’s waist shifted and squirmed in the binds to no helpful extent, merely reduced to involuntary twitches. Her arms and legs pulled. Her head swung side to side. Wave after wave of giggles came pouring from her mouth, pulling back her lips into a perpetual smile.

“Always such a ticklish bunny, aren't you?” Saphia teased. She lowered her other hand onto the spot, dancing more of her hungry fingernails across Layna’s belly. She focused more above and around the navel, toward the center. Layna’s fluttering giggling hardened into a fit of ticklish laughter. Five nails skittered down at the mark while the other five raked along the perimeter of her bellybutton. Layna’s body twitched and pulled harder, her stomach writhing from pumping out one needful breath after another.

“Neeeeeaaaaaahahahahahahhahah!!!! Yeeeeheheheheheheeeesss!!” Layna cried out. Saphia chuckled at her expressions of early hysteria. Layna’s naked body, the body of the Nymph Princess, laid out for her like a treasure trove of fun to be had all for her. Saphia played tickles across Layna’s belly while watching her face darken red. She watched tears form in the corners of Layna’s eyes. She observed the princess’s breasts bouncing with her laughter. She watched the dance that her belly made beneath her fingertips. Her eyes lingered further downward at Layna’s exposed, bare cunny. Her lips blushed a bright pink and glistened like dew upon the morning honeysuckle.

“Dirty bunnies are the most fun to cleanse,” Saphia said. Her fingers scraped across the tender skin, each nail releasing a flourish of tickles through Layna’s sensitive body. Layna could only lay back and endure the treatment through wild laughter and soft moans. The mark on her belly continued to glow. Her hips bucked, her thighs needfully trying to press together. Saphia snickered with the surrounding fairies inching closer to watch. “My, my, such eager behaviors are unbecoming of a young princess, even little nymphs like you.”

“Myyyyyaaaaaahahahahahhaahaaa!!! Pleeheheheheheeaasseee!!!” Layna shouted. Her voice resonated throughout the whole dark dungeon. The pink light of the flames cast playful shadows dancing along the stone walls. Saphia’s long, sparkling red nails skittered and scraped faster and faster, playing Layna like a ticklish little harp. Erocana leaked from Layna’s mark in smokey strands. It lifted into the air, pure magic floating about reaching to be harnessed. Saphia drew in a long, deep breath to fully taste it left behind.

“Mmmm, that’s right, my horny little bunny,” Saphia said. “Let it all out.” Layna’s face darkened red as her laughter poured through the fairy dungeon. Saphia adjusted her tactic just slightly, skittering one hand of nails across Layna’s mark while inserting her other index finger lightly into her navel. Layna’s voice broke into a higher squeal. Her eyes shot open, her body pulling harder against the mystic binds holding her down.

“NNNNNAAAAAAAAaaahahahahahaaaaaa!!! Mmmmeeeehhahahahahahaaa!!!” Layna laughed. She could hardly bear the tickles inside her navel. The expert tickler fairy keeping her as her plaything ravished the spot with the simplest of movements. A single stroke scratched delicately at the inner lining of Layna’s shallow belly button. The maddening degree of ticklishness was matched only by the pure concentration of the tickling itself. It came with the added emphasis of being totally inescapable, pushing the idea that, if Saphia wanted Layna to spend the next twenty-three hours enduring that, she could. The tickles resonated from her body to her mind, feathering the thoughts of being completely helpless and wondering how much more she could endure minute after minute. Despite the obvious despair, one more sensation came with it all, one that Layna could not keep denying.

“Sing for me, bunny,” Saphia said. Her finger explored the inside of Layna’s navel, leaving the princess screaming with laughter. Her mark continued to release pure erocana into the air, magic that Saphia was all too familiar with.

When Saphia pulled back, Layna was already gasping. Her groaning voice carried through the dungeon, her desperate breathing almost as savored as her laughter. Saphia stood and watched the girl regain her composure. Sweat trickled down her skin. Saphia’s hand traced across her thigh as she made her way down. Layna’s excitement pooled beneath her. Her rosebud poked from the hood of her lips. Tiredly, she watched Saphia gaze over it, admiring her private region. For reasons beyond her understanding, seeing Saphia observe such a spot in such a state of vulnerability, with dark, hungry eyes, sparked more magic to seep from her belly.

“You like it, don’t you, bunny?” Saphia asked. Her voice was softer and more intimate, like the whisper of a lover. Her eyes rose to meet Layna’s. Layna swallowed to clear her dried throat. Thoughtlessly, she nodded.

“Y-y… yes, my lady…” Layna said. Saphia smiled.

“Such a shame you can only be yourself while you’re here,” Saphia said. “You put on such a mask, standing so regally at the helm of your people, and yet none of them know that all you really are, all you want to be, is one of my ticklish little bunnies.”

Saphia started making her way to the bottom of the rack. She waved one hand in the air. Harnessing the erocana created by Layna, she shifted the purple mist into the shape of a feather. The feather floated down closer to Layna’s body, hovering just over her belly. Layna watched Saphia swipe her hand to the left, making the feather move accordingly, the back to the right in the same way. Layna shuddered. She stared, wide-eyed, back at the fae priestess.

“When you get tired or bored of putting on this facade, I would be more than happy to keep you here, to live among us, forever, little bunny,” Saphia said. She strolled casually down to Layna’s stocked feet. She looked over them once more, admiring all of their alluring details. “But I understand. Take your time. Until then, I’ll just have to make the most out of these twenty-four hours.”

The feather descended upon Layna’s belly with a gentle swipe. Layna squeaked out a giggle, followed by more as the feather brushed against her skin. It acted on its own, tasting the tender spot and all of Layna’s ticklish nerves. Back and forth, the feather brushed across Layna’s stomach. Layna’s midsection quaked from the tremors of her giggles, quickly forming again into light, ticklish laughter. Her mark glowed to its touch. It beckoned more of the magic behind the feather to keep it swishing against her skin.

“Eeeeeehhhheheheheeeeheehahaha!” Layna giggled wildly. She twisted again within the grasp of the rack. Her quivering belly laid out fully accessible for the feather to tease all on its own, fed by the magic Layna’s burning passions created. Saphia watched for a moment before turning back to Layna’s defenseless foot.

“So hungry for more tickles, aren’t you, bunny?” Saphia asked. Layna could only giggle. The feather forced more tickles through her body, creating a constant stream of giggles babbling from her mouth. Her hand lowered to Layna’s foot. Her fingers traced around the edge of her sole. She cupped it like the captive it was; under her care yet completely at her mercy. Saphia stroked Layna’s sole with three nails from her heel up the length of her arch. Layna shrieked. The princess let out a sharp cry, bursting into a fit of subsiding giggles.

“EEEKKKKEAAAHAHAAhaahahahaaa!!!!” Layna screeched. Her toes clenched. Her foot folded defensively and shifted in a way to avoid more tickles. Saphia chuckled with an amused grin.

“Come now, bunny,” Saphia said. “You know better than that. Let me help.” She waved her fingers in the air once more. More of the erocana floating above the pair floated down in a misty strand. It covered over Layna’s toes, giving each faint, tingling tickles all over. Layna squeaked again, her laughter growing louder still. She panted. Her head swung side to side. Her mark continued to glow brighter as her berry swelled and patch leaked. “One day we’ll fix those naughty reflexes that won’t keep those little paws still for me. But for now…” The mystical energy surrounding Layna’s toes started to pull back. It held them in place while dancing small tickles beneath them, underneath and in between. It aided in keeping Layna’s foot still and stretched back, perfectly immobilized for Saphia’s access.

“There we are,” Saphia said. “Much better.” All five nails lowered to run a quick swipe across her sole. Layna yelped louder into a flurry of yanks and laughter.

“NNNAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA!!! PLEEAAHAHAHAHA!!!” Layna cried out. Instinctively, she tried to move her foot from the tickles gliding up and down her sole, but the magic coursing tickles across her toes kept her foot firmly in place. There was nothing her soft, pink sole could do to resist the tickles. Saphia’s nails began skittering with a feathery light touch against her heel and arch. They worked their way up to just beneath her toes before exploring their way down again.

“Coochie, coochie, coo, little bunny,” Saphia teased. Each small pick of her nails sent surging pulses of tickles up from Layna’s sole. The feather up at her belly kept a rhythmic brushing swishing back and forth against her skin. Occasionally, it would dip into her navel and twist around, letting the delicate fibers reach all of its most ticklish spots. Layna screamed with laughter. Her hips bucked. Her back arched and lifted off of the rack. Her head flew back as she cried out in absolute hysteria.

“AAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAA!!!!” Layna cried. All through her ticklish ordeal, her mark continued to glow. It shined and shimmered with more and more erocana leaking into the air. Her thighs pressed as hard as they could to reach one another, but remained just out of reach. Saphia watched and drank in all of Layna’s reactions.

“My, my, so needy, are we?” Saphia asked. “I guess it can’t be helped with you nymphs…” Saphai summoned more of the floating erocana to be used. She sent another stream to Layna’s other bared foot. It enveloped her toes like it did with the previous set, tingling and tickling all throughout. Layna shook her head and cried out.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAOOOO!!! NAHAHAHAHT THE TOEESSSSHAHAHAHA!!!!” Layna screamed with laughter. The magical tickles reached every little spot. They tickled across each of the cherry-like pads, weaving in between, and teasing the tender stems and areas underneath. The small cloud of purple magic started pulling back Layna’s other sole, keeping the foot as still as the first.

“I know this must be hard, my bunny,” Saphia said, reaching over with her other hand. “But enjoy it. It won’t last forever… and you know you’ll be thinking about it when it's over…”  Saphia lightly began clawing at Layna’s other sole with her other hand. With one hand to a foot, the fae priestess danced her nails all across Layna’s tender, sensitive soles. They twitched mildly in the binds that held them nearly perfectly in place, as if each were just begging to be tickled more and more. The blushed with a beaming sensitivity more and more the longer Saphia subjected them to the scribbling of her nails.

While the erocana feather kept working Layna’s belly, another formed out of the cloud above. It drifted down slowly, falling just between Layna’s thighs. It teased and stroked the humid spots in between. It swished its way upward. Layna’s hips began bucking more. The mark on her stomach shimmered brighter. The new feather gently rose, flicking its tip higher and higher between her thighs. As it reached the princess’s moist lips, it gave a delicate faint stroke up the center. Layna threw her head back, groaning with a moan that broke through her laughter.

“MMMMMOOOOHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHAHHAAHMMM!!!” The new feather tasted Layna’s slit up and down slowly, giving the faintest of touches and tickles to her most private area. The more it flicked up and down, the brighter her mark shined. Her laughter broke into moans louder and more frequently. Her hips rose and twisted, pleading for more of the feather’s embrace. She dripped and pooled more beneath her seat. Her berry blushed deeply and stiffened, craving any attention at all. Saphia observed Layna’s desperate expressions from down in between her legs, still ravish the princess’s delicate feet with her nails.

“Don’t hold back now, bunny,” Saphia said. “You’re no princess here. No need to deny yourself. Hehe…” Tickles poured through the girl from her feet, toes, and belly. The faster the feather between her legs stroked, the more that too started to tickle. Her mound surged with each stroke. It burned with an ache that flooded her senses. It pressed against her constitution, pulsing with a deeper pressure more and more with each feathery tickle. The slightest of teases left Layna quaking and desperate. The more it built up inside her, the more her laughter turned to moans. Each tickle came like an extension of her womanhood. Every feather stroke or skitter of Saphia’s nails came as if against that one singular spot. It blushed and pulsed and cried out with the heat that bloomed from her lips.

As the feather rose once more, it brushed the gentlest whisper against Layna’s pearl. What came as a feathery kiss started the chain reaction of her complete surrender to her senses.

“MMMMOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!” Layna screamed a guttural moan. She threw her head back. Her arms and legs quaked, pulling against their binds. The pressure released into an explosion of carnal need gushing through her body. Every cell seemed to erupt with praise and relief, setting off more and more as the pressure released in waves. Every tickle ignited more release. The ticklish scratching sent only more pleasure pouring through her, more than her mind could comprehend all at once. It came as a primal embrace of her own desire, one that left her completely devoted to the moment and devoid of thought beyond the present. Her mark burst with the rest of her senses. A bright light shined from it as an efflux of erocana gushed out, releasing with it a mystical burst of energy.

Saphia pulled back. The feathers ceased their taunting of Layna’s body. The coolness of relief draped over Layna’s body like a sheet. Her head rested back. Her mouth hung open. Her arms and legs surrendered to the binds, ceasing their reactionary tugging. Her chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths. Trickles of sweat raced down her skin. Her head swam as her mind slowly came back to her. Saphia stayed down between Layna’s legs. She stroked her thigh with an open hand, Layna’s feverish resonance warming her hand.

“There, there, little bunny,” said Saphia in a soothing tone. “You’re such a needy one, aren’t you?” Layna rested her eyes. Her head fell off to one side. A slight smile came across her lips.

“Y… y-yes… my lady…” Layna said. “Th-thank you….”

“You’re quite welcome,” Saphia said. “But I’m afraid that you are just too sweet to ignore.” Saphia came up between the split in the rack between Layna’s legs. Layna lifted her head to look down at the priestess standing at her still quivering mound. Saphia’s hands rested against her thighs. She breathed in the subtle scent and the wafting erocana that Layna had left behind. “Such sweetness needs to be savored…”

“Wh… wha…” Layna panted. Before she could fully catch her breath, a lasting moan escaped her lips once more. Her hands balled back into fists. Her chest rose with a full inhale. Saphia’s warm, wet tongue brushed against her slit, licking up the nectar left behind by the session. Heavy breaths escaped with soft moans and whines. Her nerves were still ablaze, a sensitivity having come over them from such a powerful orgasm. The hard licks hungryily lapping inside her mound ignited the ache once more, building towards another. Saphai smirked up from her station. Her eyes rose to watch Layna endure the pleasure her body so selfishly craved.

“Mmmm, sweet bunny,” Saphia said before running her tongue again up her slit. She chuckled. A devious glimmer shined in her eye. “Why so quiet?”

As Saphia returned to licking Layna’s womanhood, the erocana feathers descended upon her body once more. The one returned to Layna’s belly, twirling around inside of her navel, while two more formed from the mystical reserve. They floated down to Layna’s feet, still held back by the erocana bonds. The tingling twickles within the purple mist returned. The feathers themselves began switching up and down both of her soles at once, licking playfully at Layna’s ticklish pedis. As the tickles returned to her body all at once, Layna let out a loud, moaning shriek, her body surged back into desperate motion.

“NAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAH!!!! OOOOOHHHHMMMMAAAHAHHAHAA!!!!!” Layna laughed and moaned, cried and pleaded. Wanting less. Wanting more. Needing the relief that came with both. Her face blushed a deeper red. Her mark gleamed a bright light, painting the whole dungeon in a purple glow. Her arms and legs started pulling once more. Her hips thrusted against Saphai’s tongue. Her belly quivered beneath the dance of the feather, the plume never leaving her skin. Ticklish tingles entrapped her toes in an inescapable stasis. The feathers, feeling just as real as any other, explored up and down her taut, blushing soles. Each pass sent wave after wave of tickles up through her body. As much as her body tried, nothing would allow them even a single inch of movement away from the feathers. Saphia snickered.

“Mmmm, I can taste how much you love it, little bunny,” she said. “There’s no hiding it down here.” As Layna endured the ticklish pleasure that ravished her senses and built upon the pressure needing to be released again, Saphia took her time. She slowly and carefully experienced Layna’s pleasure for herself. She breathed in the flowery scent of the nymph’s desire. She tasted the delectable suckle of Layna’s lips. Her tongue teased up and down, taking her time in drinking in Layna’s carnal need.

“MMMMMAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!! OOOHHHHHHMMMM!!!!!” Layna cried out. As before, the longer that Saphia teased, the more her laughter started to groan into deep moans. The added effects of her tongue and the additional feathers to her feet only made the pressure build faster and harder. Layna winced. Her body clenched up. She beared through the tickles as best as she could. Having endured the previous orgasm, her body had been left greatly sensitized and more receptive to the tickles that gushed through her. They ravished her nerves, toyed with her senses, and left her mind once again blank from anything beyond the moment. Saphia grinned and pushed the girl further into hysterical arousal.

Layna relinquished herself against Saphia’s mouth. It came with another bursting groan, another surge of nerves pulsing sweet release through her body, and another eruption of erocana into the air. What started as one became two, three, five, and eight more bursts of magic and light filling the dungeon. The feathers continued to tickle and tease her most delicate areas. Saphia stayed between the princess’s legs. She licked and taunted and sucked on Layna’s pearl until every last reserve of erocana had been pulled from Layna’s body. Layna cried out more and more. She lost count of how many orgasms she had been granted and shuddered at the idea of being left to endure more.

Just when Layna thought the night would never end, relief washed over her. The tickles stopped. The magical feathers and toe binds faded. Saphia stepped back. She wiped her lips and came up beside Layna. The princess laid gasping and spent, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion. Her body shined with sweat. Her hair had been tossed into a tangled mess. Saphia stroked it back out of her face. Her hand caressed the side of her cheek. Layna weekly leaned her head against it. Saphia smiled and held the tired princess.

“Rest now, bunny,” Saphia said. “You’ve earned it.” The room bloomed with erocana, filling the air with the sweet musk of a nymph’s treasure. Saphia watched the girl’s tired face blank in rest. Layna’s heavy breathing slowly weakened.

“Th…. thank… you, m-my lady…” Layna muttered. Her eyes stayed closed. Her head laid limply against Saphia’s tender touch. The ends of her lips tilted upwards, twinkling a sleepy grin.

“Of course, bunny,” Saphia said. “You’re still mine for now, but rest. We’ll have more fun tomorrow, my sweet nymph.”  Layna smiled tiredly. Her head rested against Saphia’s hand until relief came once again in the form of dreams.