Tickled into Prayer

JP with Voah and Gonyaul:

He was going to try taking a play from Voah’s on playbook.

Gonyaul’s hands reached up and back, snaking up the sides of her legs towards the curving landscape of her hips. He slowly turned, his face was a mere inch from Hoi’s sanctuary between Voah’s legs. She could feel his breath on the fabric. He looked up as he slowly rose higher to face her, his body riding up her form like a wave.

They were close enough now that Gonyaul was able to reach out and grab her pinkie fingers with his own. He pulled her hands closer and in doing so the space between them diminished even more. His dexterous fingers began exploring her hands as they wove together. He was memorizing every texture and detail through his sense of touch.

Gonyaul chuckled and gracefully raised her arms up over her head. He then spun her 180 degrees, crossing her arms in the process, before bringing her arms down and pulling her close up against him. He was now behind her with his arms around her waist and her arms hugging across herself.

Gonyaul lowered his head and placed a slow and romantic kiss upon her neck just above her collar bone. He began walking kisses gently up her sternomastoid muscle to her jawline. His warm breath would hit the skin first, a pause and then his soft lips would pour pleasure into her before quickly leaving. Occasionally there was a teasing flick of his tongue upon the skin right before his lips said goodbye and moved on.

“Foxes always think rabbits sooooo helpless.” He whispered into her ear, nibbling on her ear lobe like a rabbit would tease lettuce.

Simultaneously he dug his two hands into a ticklish assault on her sides.

At first Voah wondered where this was going, thinking it was escalating very quickly, not that she didn’t want it, but again, unexpected… She couldn’t, no she wouldn’t stop the onslaught of kisses and caresses that came at her but she should’ve seen what was coming.

Caught up in the overflowing excitement that tantalized her body, she was slow on the uptake. It was clear by this point that she trusted herself in his hands implicitly. That was a dangerous thing that she might have to reluctantly correct. And her reflexes were just a tad too slow as she was overwhelmed by the intense pleasurable pain of a tickling assault. She let out an involuntary guffaw, pinning her elbows to her sides, effectively trapping both of them together. That was the wrong move because now she was stuck.

“I knew it!” she barely got it out, through gasps of laughter. She recoiled in a fight or flight response, melting to the ground, finally loose from his traitorous grasp. She coyly covered her mouth as one does when they are eating or laughing uncontrollably. Was it a fear of looking obnoxious? She hadn’t been tickled in… Pillars, she didn’t know how long. Didn’t even know it was possible. It brought back both pleasant and regrettable memories, which were swiftly forgotten as she tensed her hands into claws and jumped at him for an attack of her own.

Gonyaul couldn’t believe it was working so well. He was telling himself ‘what would Voah do to tease me off guard’ and it had worked masterfully. He had successfully distracted her just enough to get her with a tickle attack and cause her to lose her seductive advantages over him.

He then realized his mistake as she composed herself enough to spring back at him in retaliation. She was upon him and the tickle fight escalated.

It was an epic, and somewhat sensual, tickle fight. Two master martial artists able to lock down the other and drill for laughs, snorts and titters, as well as escape holds to turn the tides in the opposite direction. Alas, Gonyaul had awoken little Voah, and as she told him little Voah didn’t lose.

By the end of the fight, Voah had him helplessly pinned, laughing to the point of tears and begging for mercy that she would grant only at her leisure. Maybe this is why rabbits don’t hunt foxes Gonyaul thought in between involuntary squirming and uncontrolled belly laughs.

“Mercihehehe… nnn… haha. Foxh hehehe winssss.” She wasn’t letting up, he was becoming desperate, and to make matters worse it was causing his loins to burn with pleasure that was driving him crazy. He couldn’t stop Voah from doing as she pleased at this point. And his pleas had turned to mostly vauxian, but he was able to manage one more legitimate coherent thought.

“Hoi eeeehehee pleheheaaase help mehehehe.” Voah successfully got him to pray to Hoi.