#ler zestial

Zestial stood a ways away. Solemnly he thought. He wished there was something he could do to take the weight off her shoulders too.

Wait a second… there was. Smiling a little to himself, he thought about what the best time would be to approach her.

The next day, Carmilla was eating a croissant while buried in her woes. She was looking over her papers, trying to survey the damage. However, that was when Zestial decided it was best to execute his plan.

"Carmilla, dearest," Zestial said in a warm tone. "Would you care for a foot massage?"

Feeling like she had nothing to lose, she nodded and took her shoes off. Putting her feet up, she rested them sideways across Zestial's lap.

"How doth the lady like it?"

She smiled warmly.

"The usual way."

He understood, and gently massaged her feet, going softly from her toes to her heels. Then back up again. She sighed. The pain from her feet went away quickly, replaced by a pleasant sensation. Perhaps-

Suddenly she let out a laugh. He'd gotten both of her arches at once. It was one of her well known tickle spots.

"EEEEE!! HEHEHEHEEEHHEEHEE!"

"Is that alright, dear?" he said soothingly. She nodded.

"I'm alright," She replied with a light blush. So he kept going, and now the sensations felt more ticklish than before. Everything he did - from massaging in circles to tap-tap-tapping - was driving her insane. "HEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHHEHEEEE!! HEHEHEEHEHEHHEEE!"

"Oh! It appears this massage hast taken a turn for the worse?"

Her blush deepened. Continuing the massage, he moved from her feet to her legs, knowing they were a good spot. He skittered his long spider fingers across her thighs. Then he squeezed her hips rapidly.

"HEHEHEHEEHEHEHHEHEHEE! DEAR!!! HEHEHEHEHEHEEEHEEE!"

She held her stomach and doubled over. Chuckling to himself, he grinned.

"Apologies, Carmilla. But I know you need this more than you wish to admit." There was an affection in his eyes, beaming at being able to make her laugh. It seemed like he needed this just as much as she did. "Just say the word and I'll stop."

He continued to tickle, tapping along her calves and rapidly squeezing her knees. The knees were an especially bad spot.

"Zest!" She squealed, trying to kick but the hold was firm. "HEHEEHEHEHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!"

"Thy laughter is a melody to mine ears."

As though she couldn't blush anymore, he had to tease. Kicking some more, she squirmed in his grip. He then started moving up her legs and targeting her thighs and hips again. Squeezing them gently yet effectively, driving her up the wall.

"HEHEEHEHEHEHEHEEHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAAHA!"

She never tapped out, simply letting him do his thing for twenty minutes. Finally he stopped and her laughter died down.

"Oh Zestial," she said, wrapping him in a hug. "Thank you. I needed that."