Artemis Nym

“Caleb!” Mollymauk whined, sounding a bit scandalized.

“Ja?” Caleb responded, his voice smooth and sweet — gentle like his touch. 

“Nnnmff—” Molly grumbled again, whining wordlessly as his head fell back and his spine tingled with sensation. 

Caleb’s fingers tickled and spidered in delicate circles across all of the exposed skin a few minutes longer, getting a consistent trail of giggles and huffs for his efforts. 

“You’re mehehehean.” Mollymauk mumbled in protest as Caleb stopped, only to pick up one of the large feathers he had laid out on the bed beside them.

“Hm.” Then, Caleb laughed. “I should hope so, I learned from the best.” 

Another shiver ran down Mollymauk’s spine.

Caleb turned around then, kneeling still over Molly’s calves but facing his feet. Molly shifted, scrunching his toes nervously. Before settling his weight down, Caleb reached back to grab Molly’s tail and tuck it between his legs, then sat back to straddle his calves. 

Easy as that, his feet and the end of his tail were trapped against the bed. 

“I wouldn’t want these to feel left out.” Caleb said as a single finger traced lightly from ankle to toe down each foot once.

Mollymauk let out a pitiful whine, his upper body squirming where it hung down from the silks. 

Soon one finger became two, then three, then all five fingers of one hand danced with a soft but quick precision along the wiggling soles. Molly tried to scrunch them up on instinct, tittering out laughter behind Caleb, who just ignored him and continued his sweet attack. After a few more times, one pass of his fingers jumped over to Molly’s tail, dancing across the spade and back over to his foot just as quick. 

The reaction was undeniable. Molly shrieked as soon as fingers touched down, pulling taut against the silks again and cursing through his laughter. “Fuhuhuhuck- don’t! Not there!” Mollymauk whined when the hand repeated the motion. His feet and tail wriggled erratically, but were offered no escape. 

“How about…?” Caleb paused his ministrations only to pull back the toes on Molly’s right foot, holding them as still as he could. 

Now, Mollymauk couldn’t see him from where he was bound, dangling and wishing he could just melt into the bed. He swallowed. Then, he felt the pointy end of the feather scratch along the ball of his foot. 

“Ack! Hah! Cahahay-leb!” Molly yelped, his toes straining against the fingers holding them back. 

Caleb traced the feather’s quill end up and down, under each toe, along the ball and arch, over to his ankle. After a few minutes of frantic giggling and whining, Caleb released his toes. 

“Having fun, Schatz?” He asked as Molly calmed down a bit after a few moments respite.

“Heh. Turns out you are more a menace than I.” Molly replied breathlessly. 

The break was short lived when Caleb gripped his other ankle, then pulled back his toes. This time, instead, as Molly braced for the ticklish drag of the feather quill under his toes, he was alarmed to feel it instead trace over the spade of his tail. He shouted in surprise, flailing as much as he could in his binds. “YAAAHH- CAHAHALEB!”

“Had to keep you on your toes.” Caleb teased. “Speaking of which!” He went then through the same tour-de-tiefling-foot but with the soft end of the feather, holding his foot in place with his toes back all the while. Molly squealed, squirming as the tingling tickles shot through his foot. The soft brushing never ceased, and he found himself giggling uncontrollably.

“Which do you think tickles more?” 

“Eehehehe I dohohon’t— NO!” Mollymauk gasped when suddenly both sensations wracked his feet at once: soft feather bristles on one sole and the precise strokes of the quill end on the other—some kind of ..sensory repetition spell.. it must have been.

“You don’t know?” Caleb chuckled.

“No! I-HEH! WHAhahat the fuhuhuck is that?! AHAHAHA!” He squealed when the sensation of the quill end reappeared on his tail too.

“Something to help me…collect the proper data.” It only lasted a minute, then faded, and Caleb continued, his voice sweet with smug amusement. “You know how I love to take notes. So, which is worse, dear?” 

“Mmmf- the.. the pointy end, I suppose.” Molly confessed, he was clever enough to recognize a breather when he got one. “But the soft end had a few spots where, well… you know.” 

“I see.” Caleb answered, and Molly imagined the crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled. “Don’t worry, I have plenty more to try.”

Molly didn’t see what Caleb picked up next from his assorted collection, but a few moments later, he felt it. 

Caleb ran the calligraphy brush between and under Molly’s toes as he held them back with the other hand. The execution was similar, but this time the struggling felt more insistent. Molly whimpered before sucking in a frustrated breath that came out as a shrieky laugh. “NohohohOHO! Whahahahat is thahaHAHAT?” 

“This one is the worst yet, huh?”

Mollymauk could hear the smugness, the smirk in his tone. He would roll his eyes if he could keep them open, not that it would do him any good. 

The soft, precise fibers of the brush traced all over the ball of his foot. Caleb was thorough, targeting all of the spots he could with precision. It only lasted a few minutes, but Molly could feel the tear streaks on his warm cheeks by the time Caleb finally stopped and he could focus on feeling things other than the damned, dastardly brush under his toes. 

Fingers wrapped around the toes of his other foot, and Molly shuddered, groaning out a plea. “Wait—”

“Of course, I almost forgot.” Caleb said, and with a quick mumble of magic, his dastardly ‘tickle repeat’ spell took effect just as he began tickling the other foot. Molly felt two brushes working in tandem to torment all of the most ticklish spots they could find on his feet. No matter how he shouted and laughed and squirmed he got nowhere. 

“Plehehehehease! Cahahaleb! AHAHA- It- it fucking tihihihickles! STAHAHA- NOooo!” 

The spell faded shortly after, and the wizard’s brush came to a halt.

“…Well, of course it does. But, you have caught my curiosity, Tealeaf, let’s see how you do if I try this… over here.”

Molly’s brain caught up with what he said just in time for Caleb to press the spade of his tail against the mattress and hold it there firmly. “No. Nononono no no no! Caleb! Don’t- not there! Plehehease!” His arms yanked at the silks, knowing they weren’t going to budge. His stomach twisted in delightful panic. 

The brush tickled just as precisely and badly as Mollymauk imagined as it wiggled across the spade of his tail. He shrieked, drumming his feet against the bed and keening forward. “NONONONO!” He protested before cackling wildly, unable to do anything else.

“This is an excellent spot.” Caleb noted. “Perhaps I should leave you a little note here, do you think you could tell what I’m writing?”

Mollymauk wasn’t even sure he would be able to understand what he was saying if he kept this treatment up.

Caleb began tracing letters, symbols, something into the end of his tail. Mollymauk couldn’t fathom what it could possibly say. All he knew was how badly it tickled. Caleb tried asking him, a few times, to guess. 

Molly couldn’t even think of what to guess. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE– SOHOHOMEWHERE ELSE!” Molly managed to get out as he cried laughing.

Caleb sighed, acting almost put-out. “Oh, I suppose I can move on.” He brought the brush to trace up the line of Mollymauk’s tail, tickling until he couldn’t reach further for how the tail was tucked between his legs.

Molly breathed in a gasp as the tickling finally let up for a moment. “Cahaleb..”

Then, there were fingers on his hips, squeezing, out of nowhere. Caleb hadn’t moved, as far as Molly could tell, so he must’ve been reaching behind him to blindly tickle along Mollymauk’s hips. Molly squealed, keening forward. “Wahahahaha! Wahait!”

Caleb stopped, taking the time to shift around then. He brought fingers back over to his hips and ghosted over them, feeling Mollymauk tense beneath his hands.

“Ehehehe- Calebbbb.” Molly whined, wiggling enticingly.

Caleb brought his hands, slow and sturdy, gently up Molly’s body. They ghosted over his sides, his ribs, up under his arms. Mollymauk squeaked and giggled along their path.

Just as they began to softly caress their way back down, the fingers suddenly shot up to tickle under Molly’s arms with enthusiasm. Molly sputtered out a shocked laugh and shook his head. 

Caleb tickled there for a while, listening to the cackling protests and wheezing laughter. Then, his hands slowly descended to his upper ribs. They tickled along the bone from his chest all the way along his sides and to his back. When he got to his shoulder blades, he continued, tickling over the bone and toward his spine. Mollymauk shivered, squirming in desperation to get away from the never-ending ticklish fingers dancing over his back. Caleb went back along to the side, down a rib, and began the cycle anew.

“StahahaAHHAHAAHOP THAHAT!” Molly cackled, his feet and tail thumping against the mattress.

“Not a chance.” Caleb chuckled fondly, leaning forward to kiss the back of Mollymauk’s ear. Molly squirmed away, scrunching his neck a bit. Caleb laughed and leaned in to kiss along the back of his neck anyway, chasing him as he wriggled away.

“HEHEHEHE GODS- YOHOHOU’RE HAHAHAIRY!” Mollymauk complained through his laughter as Caleb’s scruff prickled against his skin. 

“Indeed.” 

The fingers made their way down to tickle from his sides to his lower back and around again, making Molly quake with laughter. Meanwhile, Caleb continued his trail of ticklish kisses, nipping along Mollymauk’s neck and down to his shoulder.

When he tickled near the base of Molly’s tail again, he felt a thwip as the spade tore backward in reflex, smacking him on the thigh near his ass. 

“Hey!”

“Sohohohorryhehehe! I cahahaAHHAN’T heheHEHELP it!” He insisted, laughing hysterically.

Caleb gripped the tail with one hand, continuing to tickle with the other. He brought the end around toward him to examine it. “Wonder how you’d fare if I…” As he trails off, Caleb’s voice is soft but focused —but not on him, Molly realizes, but on his tail. 

The object of his attention is soon right in front of Caleb’s face: the twitching, purple spade. He brings it in close, and Molly feels warm breath on the skin. 

“N-nyhh Caleb, plehehease..” Molly whimpered.

Caleb brought the edge of it into his mouth, nipping at the side, nuzzling the spade against his chin. 

It took all of his strength to keep the tail there as Molly strained violently to get his tail out of there. The laughter came in bursts and cackles as Molly shouted and shrieked for mercy. 

Encouraged by the sound, Caleb nuzzled his chin further into Molly’s tail, and the tiefling nearly ascended to the astral plane. 

“HASHSHAHAAHA PLEHEHEHE- I CAHAHAHAHAN’T! NOHOHOOHOTHERE HEHEHEHE!” 

He mouthed along the sides, then drew back and licked a stripe up the center of the spade. Mollymauk’s brain short-circuited as he screamed. The sound cascaded into a hoarse, desperate laugh surrounding half-worded pleas.

He brought the spade forward again, nibbling playfully along the edge. Mollymauk fell slack against the silks, laughing breathlessly. “Plehehehe- hahAHA- cahahahan’t- cahahahaan’t take it anyhyhymore–”

“Now, I can tell you’re starting to get tired.” Caleb mumbled against the spade as he ran his fingers through Molly’s hair. “And I have an idea for a little finale for you. I know how you love those.” He teased, familiar with Molly’s own proclivity towards setting up some horribly unfair endcap to any tickling he put someone through.

Molly felt Caleb turning around to face him from behind again, and he whimpered, feeling helpless to do anything else. 

“Ready?” 

“Calebbbb.” Molly whined, squirming in his bonds.

The repetition spell returned full force as Molly felt a familiar scratchy, ticklish mouthing sensation at the end of his tail. Molly keened forward, barely able to with the little slack he had. “WahAHAHAHAA- NOHOHOHO! NononoNOO HEHEHEE! AHHHAHHA!” 

Caleb’s fingers made their reappearance as well, this time tickling up from his hips to his armpits and all along his sides and ribs. 

Shrieking with laughter, Molly felt more wetness on his cheeks. He couldn’t focus on anything other than how badly this tickled and how he couldn’t do anything about it. His stomach twisted pleasantly. 

When the spell began to fade, Caleb finally, finally drew back. He reached up to rub at Molly’s horns and fuss further with his hair. He gently brought Molly’s head back to rest against his cheek. “Alright there? Have fun?” 

Molly blushed, giggling as Caleb wiped away a tear. “S-so much.” He mumbled, buzzing with endorphins and in the wizard’s arms. “You’re the wohohorst..” He giggled.

Caleb rolled his eyes. “Satisfied?” 

Mollymauk nodded his head back lazily, then coyly smirked. “For now.”