A LICK of Trouble (Patreon)

Leon can still hear the continuous sound of gunfire blazing behind him as he runs away. He only hopes Ada can get away safely from the Tyrant.

Really though, he should be more worried about himself. His arms were still tied up behind him, he lost his weapons, and he didn’t even have any damn clothes on. Leon clicked his teeth frustratedly as the realization settled in. This wasn’t anything like the academy taught him about S.T.A.R.

Once he found a vacant room to hide in, Leon sighed and slumped back against one of the bookshelves. He’s worn out from his previous encounters, between being assailed by Mrs. X and Ada’s interrogation. His feet are still tingling from both their indulgences. Even his cock, drooping in its half-flaccid state between his legs, oozed with trickles of leftover pre-cum from his last affair with Ada. Leon takes a moment to look around the room and realizes he’s in a library with vast columns of bookshelves and study tables. It’s a pleasing aesthetic and it offers Leon many hiding places, but it’s not somewhere he wants to be trapped in all night. And now that he could no longer hear gunfire going on in the background, Mrs. X was likely skulking about the premises again.

Leon got up on his feet ready to move, until he heard a nearby roar. ‘The hell was that?’ Leon thought as he snapped his head to the source and realized it came from above; a licker was crawling around on the ceiling, and it was ‘looking’ right at him. ‘Oh, shit!’

The mutant leaps at him and Leon dives out of the way. This knocks the giant bookshelf over, causing a great ruckus that confuses the licker as it reacts with an annoyed screech. Leon runs through the library and continues tries to kick over more shelves during his retreat, hoping the constant loud noise would throw his attacker off chase. He hears it rummaging through the furniture behind him. Leon realizes this is chance to escape as he books it for the door. But what he finds outside in the hallways makes him balk.

It was Mrs. X strolling down the hallway, with Ada nowhere to be seen. The familiar trembling ‘thud’ of the tyrant’s footsteps sends chills down Leon’s spine as he feels her approaching him. All the noise must’ve attracted her attention. Leon curses under his breath as he runs back into the library he came from, thinking he’d have a better chance with the damn licker than with... her.

He hides behind one of the many toppled over bookshelves now littering the area, hoping that hiding here in silence would keep both these mutants away.

Crash.

Leon flinches as he hears Mrs. X bust through the doorway, leaving a fedora-shaped crater where she walked through. He slinks underneath the knocked over shelves he had his back to, relying on his low profile to keep himself out of the tyrant’s sight. It sounds like she’s walking past him and investigating some other portion of the library, but the noise just brought the lickers back inside...

Wait.

Why did Leon hear two different roars? He poked his head out over the bookshelves to see what was going on. Leon blanched as he realized there were now two lickers crawling around the walls and ceilings in the same area as him. They heard their prey, they knew he was here. They wanted him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Leon hissed under his breath. He was losing his nerve. The man was sweating, his breathing was uneasy, and his heart was pounding so loud he feared the lickers could hear it. They probably did; the mutants were slowly advancing towards his hiding spot, despite his best (if ailing) efforts to remain quiet.

The hairs on the back of Leon’s neck rise as he feels their presence nearer than ever. But he dare not turn around and look again, lest he come face to face with a mutant and frighten himself. He keeps his eyes shut instead, ignoring their hissed wheezes coming from either side of him. It’s only when the officer feels the sensation of something slimy slowly dragging along his abdomen does he open them and realize both lickers were had their tongues out across his naked body.

“W-Wh...!?” Leon bites down on his bottom lip to suppress the surprised yelp he made. Their tongues... they tingled. But they also tickled. Leon knew the lickers were blind and relied on sound to track their prey. He never would’ve guessed they were also attracted to smell. The sweat on his body and the droplets of spooge dripping from his penis made him a beacon of pheromones that these mutants wanted their tongues all over.

“Pfff...he..” Leon blows air through his lips as they nervously wrinkle into a forced smile. All the tonguing was tickling his sides. It was madness to him. Did the lickers know what they were doing? Feeling him up with their namesakes like this? All Leon knew was that he had to stay quiet, for he could still hear Mrs. X’s thumping around the library in the background. And if she realized he was there...

Leon doesn’t have time to dwell on the moment as one of the lickers’ tongues worms its way down his legs, slithering a clear trail towards one of his bare feet where his taste lay most potent. The S.T.A.R. officer goes wide-eyed with shock. “Nononohoho...!” He whines quietly under his breath as he can feel his inner resolve slipping further and further away from him as the oral muscle licks a slick path that travels all the way down to the instep of his foot.

It makes Leon’s toes curl, a chilling shiver running up his leg and through his back as he cowers into the bookshelf for dear life. This other licker tickling at his torso, he could bear. But if his weak spot, his feet were about to get targeted, he would not last.

“Fffuuck!” Leon hissed as he felt the licker’s tongue slowly wrap around his foot like a wet stirrup. The coarseness of its tendon makes him squirm as he feels every last inch of it tickling his sensitive nerves as it coiled around with a vise grip. Even if he wanted to pull his foot away, now it was stuck in place for as long as the licker’s superior strength demanded. All Leon can do is watch in horror as the monster’s tongue tip circles around and rescinds into the crevices of his toes. It makes them curl again, no doubt enticing the mutant further.

“Eeheek!” Leon squeaked, finding it harder and harder to keep quiet with every tickle these mutant perverts were teasing him with. If he could see the smiles on their wicked faces, he’d know something was up. “O-Oh... Oh god...” the officer groaned and recoiled into the bookshelf, pulling the one leg back he still had control of. The licker’s tongue slid in and out between his toes like wet, slimy floss, until it finally ends with its slack hanging over the ball of his foot like dead weight. It’s like it was there just to soak in the brine of his foot sweat. All the extra saliva seeps down from his toe stems across the rest of his arch like icing being drizzled on a cake, chilling his sole with an icy-hot sensation.

But there was another reason why Leon dreaded having his soles and toes played with in this way. It wasn’t just his weak spot for its ticklishness. It was also Leon’s erogenous zone, and he couldn’t have had any more of a staunch reminder of this debilitating weakness then feeling his penis slowly rise to full erection. “Grrrh...” Leon groaned again as a blush warmed his entire face. The sound burbling from his lips had taken an entirely new context now. The blood flowed in-between his legs until he was standing at attention, with fresh pre trickling down his swollen cock tip while the licker slathered its tongue through his toes like the savory morsels they were.

That’s when the other licker previously molesting Leon’s abs took notice of a more palpable target, and latched its long tongue around his dick. It smelled the pre and was hooked onto the source like it was some sort of catnip to it. Its tongue wraps around the lewd organ, coiling several wet, sensual loops around its length until the licker was satisfied with what it had around its taste buds. The tip of its tongue worms around along the underside of Leon’s cock, lapping up every last twitch it responded with and only being compelled to more action.

“Guh!” Leon moaned from the feeling, his mouth agape for a split second from the lewd and drawled out noise before he clamped it back down, realizing his grievous mistake.

Mrs. X was in earshot of his cry and started walking towards the source of noise.

Leon breathed in and out furiously through his nose while he struggled to keep his lips shut. He writhed from side to side against the shelf, thinking that his rocking around would help him to escape the lickers’ tongue clutches. He wasn’t going to last, not under their combined duress this way. His delicate toes were being tickle-licked, and his cock was being sucked at the same time by impossibly long appendages... it was too much for one officer to withstand.

“Pl...Please...” whimpered Leon, “N-Not there... urgh...!” He even tries to beg because he’s so desperate for it to stop. He’s not sure they’ll even understand him - it’ll egg them off if anything but he’s helpless, utterly helpless to their lickle assaults. All he can do is moan, squirm, and try not to laugh or cum lest he cry out and tell Mrs. X where he’s hiding.

The licker ravishing his foot takes its tongue-end to the pad of his big toe, where it pushes into the plump digit until it wrinkles. From there, it begins to swivel around the pad in circles. Small, sensual, damning circles that makes Leon’s cock tingle.

“Hmmh... Fff...”

His giggling moans are becoming less muted, less contained as his willpower drains away from the urge to be licked more. Leon even found himself thrusting into the tongue wrap with his spear just to satiate himself somehow. The lickers wanted him to break, they wanted him giving in.

All it took to get him there was for the dick-lickling mutant to start pumping away at his member using the pressure from its grip; working it like it were giving a tongue job. That’s when Leon finally broke.

“Nnnnguh! Fuuhuhuuck!” Leon’s back arched to support a horribly undignified moaning laugh as the orgasmic tingles in his foot shot through his groin one last time. His meat spasms in the licker’s oral clutches. He knew he was just about to cum!  And he would have to... if Mrs. X didn't finally find where the sudden commotion was coming from.

Leon’s left a sweaty, panting mess slumped back against the shelf as his raging gun angrily bobs back and forth in frustrating denial. He was too exhaust to even realize the tyrant’s footsteps had closed in on him, let alone could he muster the energy to run. Not while he’s in the clutches of these fiends. Of course, once his blurry vision clears and he makes out the shape of a large woman dressed in a large coat and hat knelt over his unblemished and bare foot, that’s when his senses return.

Leon watches Mrs. X pick up his foot in her clutches, one hand around his ankle and the other poised to strike. The dread filling him renews his vigor, and immediately tries in vain to lash out and kick and pull his leg away. “W-Wait, no!”

The infiltrator furls her digits away at Leon’s tender and helpless foot in her grasp, raking her gloved tickly fingertips across his sensitive sole until it reddens. That foot was hers once again and she had no intentions of letting it go. She was going to tickle and tickle and tickle and tickle and tickle-

Leon howls with relentless laughter. “Nohohoooo!! AHAAHHAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAAHH! NOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHA PLEHEHAHAHAHAHASEEHEHEHEH!!!! NO NO NO NON OOHOHOHOHOHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”

The lickers keep their tongues binding him by his foot and cock, his most prime targets still available. In between his uncontrollable bouts of laughing, He’s left gasping for breath, his tormented body torn between moaning with illicit pleasure and cackling hysterically until his voice cracks. His hair matted against his face, clung to it with sweat even while he thrashes his about. The tears stream from his eyes as he’s kept at full mast from all the licking, tickling, and tonguing.

“Nohoho please! I can’t take it! I cahahan’t nohoho god!!”

Leon’s mind clouds with manic laughter until he’s drunk with it. There was no Ada to save him now. As more lickers came out from the wood work, their tongues primed and ready, and the gigantic woman not stopping for breath for a single breath, Leon knew he was fucked.... Fucked, edged, and very, VERY ticklish.

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Big thanks to Aceline who again came in for the save.
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