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Usually, Ryrienne would eventually wake from a long, peaceful nights slumber naturally. A slumber, typically spent in the company of a quietly (and ever so ticklishly) squealing dame, said dames feet usually nuzzled against her cheeks like the softest of teddy bears… Today, that wasn’t the case. No, today Ryrienne awoke with a squeal of her own. Her own feet betraying her, fidgeting and shake yet never managing to escape from the sharp implement of titillating torture slowly circling her left arch. To make matters worse, even her own eyes had seemed to betray her. She opened them, yet saw nothing. “EEHeheHEHeheeWwho heehhehdaaaaares towahahah waaaakehehe meehe?!” she (attempted to) angrily demand from her shadow hidden tormentor… But she was met with only a soft chuckle… Wait, she recognised that voi… “EHEHAHEHAHAHANOOOAHAHAHAHAHGEHEEHTOFF!!” her train of thought was interrupted by the sudden invasion of her toes. A sharp fingernail scratching between just one pair of toes was bad enough, much less all of them at the same time. Fortunately, it didn’t last long; the maddening slow tease of her arches was quickly resumed. The moment they were freed of the attention, both sets of toes swiftly clenched tightly to avoid another attack. “ehehehe Whaatheheehe do yoEEEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAHAHAHAHDAHAHHAANOOOAHEHAHAHHAHAH!!!” her whole body fought to arch, trying to thrash her legs and get her feet free from the hot mouthed, savage assault harassing the freshly formed wrinkles of her left foot, causing her toes to spasm open once more. “Now that’s no fair, I was enjoying those tasty folds~” her tormentress cooed in mock disappointment, enacting her ‘revenge’ swiftly upon the toes again. The moment their sensitive crevices were touched again, they were swiftly safe guarded by yet another scrunch… except this time, it trapped the fingers in their place, allowing them to continue their evil intent whilst the mouth resumed its. Ryrienne was going nuts, this was just too much to wake up to. And to have one foot getting teased whilst it’s twin was just straight up molested?! There should be laws against such mind games (not that she hadn’t done this very trick herself many a time). To make it worse, her brain wasn’t allowed anytime to think upon why she recognised that voice. Though there was a saving grace at least… Ironic phrasing given that the divine, generously large and loin meltingly plump soles that now pressed against Ryrienne’s face could only belong to one lady: Grace. “Sorry for the rude awakening Ryri~ I just couldn’t pass up the chance. I hope a little alone time with my feet whilst I ravish yours will make up for it~” the bunny girl purred, pressing her lips against her captive’s arches to suckle passionately upon them. Oh god that bunny was evil… Why the arches?! Why her damn arches?!?! She’d of tried to beg her to at least pick on somewhere else… was she not moaning loudly into the soles of her pet turned mistress. To make matters worse, she desperately wanted to return the favour. Shamefully, that was easier thought than done under such duress. No, she was left to moan…. Or nevermind, laugh heartily into those objects of her most intimate desires. Her moans had been interrupted by the resuming of the nibble whilst both her feet’s heels and ankles were treated to the mad skittering of both nails, causing her toes to flutter and spasm. “God, just look at them dance~ I’d love to lick those lollies clean, but I’m enjoying their dancing faaaar to much to interrupt them~” Grace took a break from her nibbling to tease, knowing that toe play was the only thing that came close to matching her arches getting loved on. Ryrienne tried to scream with frustration into Grace’s soles, but failed to do much else other than laugh and moan into them as they nuzzled and pressed against her blushing cheeks. OH GOD NO THE ARCH SUCKLING HAD RESUMED!!! Ryrienne just couldn’t take this constant jump from tickle hell to pleasured heaven; it was frazzling her more than her rude awakening already. How could this get any worse?! … Ryrienne wished she hadn’t thought to ask. Oh how she did wish she hadn’t. She could already kind of smell that erotic musky aroma of those warm, sweating soles as is… But now her nose had been held hostage between a pair of those juicy toes. Their touch alone sent shudders down her spine… But that scent so strong against her nose as well?! She’d of been drooling if she wasn’t screaming with mixed emotions. “Hope you don’t mind me airing them out~ Just got back from a jog… Especially for you~” Mind? The only thing that had stopped her from ‘making’ her do that sort of thing before was solely because she couldn’t bear to be away from her bunny (or her paws) for too long. “Oh and you might want to get yourself comfy; apparently this sealing spell thing can last a good couple of weeks~”
Grelda was always rather lazy, probably even the laziest of her tribe (an achievement, I assure you). Clumsy too, like clumsy to the point of being banned from the temple for having toppled into sacred statues and the like a frankly alarming amount of times. She had only been allowed entry on particularly special days, days where she had been chosen as the 'guest of honour'... She didn't like thinking about those days, least of all after the first one showed the others how perfect a partner she was for giving prayer to the twin goddesses. Hell, it was because of prayer that she was out here in the first place! An especially 'enthusiastic' pair of priestess had decided they wanted her to join them in communion. Naturally, Grelda took a rain check on the invitation and took off into a sprint when they insisted. By some absolute miracle, the guard for the village gate wasn't at her post at the time, allowing her to sneak out when the pair had lost track of her. So for the next few hours,
The light on the front of the laptop was still pulsing. It hadn’t been touched in hours, and now the light in front of it was the only remaining sign of where it was sitting in the darkness.
“Mmmmm!! NnnnmmmMMMHH!! NNNNNNNNNNN!!!”
The whole stockade shook again, bucking up and rattling the metal latches at the sides, jostling over and over again violently until the legs trapped in them pulled back as far as they could. The front legs of the chair that made up the frame of the stockade itself squealed as trapped legs pulled back again, and again, beating against the insulation hugging her ankles.
The further Susanna pull
A birthday gift for everyone's favourite letter obsessing, MILF bothering weeb lord: Yeah I know this is a day earlier, but I figured I'd get it up and ready for him to enjoy anyway. But yeah, hope you enjoy buddy! I know how much you love Grace and adore Ryri getting her hands on her, but I figured I'd mix things up here.
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If this bares striking resemblance to another story on other forums its because I originally wrote it without the foot smelling element. I added that for this forum, so I only stole it from myself. Hope you enjoy!
Hi there sleepy head! I see it’s lunchtime and you just set your alarm for 30 minutes, so that only gives us a couple of years for me to play with you this time. Awww, baby, why do you always struggle? I have perfect control over this dream world. You can’t move a muscle but I don’t have any need to cover an inch of your ticklish skin with bindings. In all these centuries the only sounds I ever have let you make are laughs, and when you aren’t laughing your mouth is either closed tight so you have to smell feet or busily worshipping feet without you having any control of it at all. I know you’d love to beg me to stop, to plead with me, to offer me anything but no sound comes out when you open your mouth to try, but when I tickle you I always let your desperate laughter come out loud and clear. It would be almost sad if it wasn’t so funny!
Did you know there are drugs out there that can stop dreams? It’s true! If only I would let you remember that every time you go to sleep time slows to a crawl and you spend decades in a ticklish hell, then you could simply take them and avoid this. But no, you’ll endure this, (I think I’ll increase the ticklishness of your toes 100 fold and spend the next two years tickling them without a break, also I’ll conjure up your first love, the one who really broke your heart and have her help me while you smell her feet) and wake up refreshed and head back to work, this memory completely erased. Then you’ll bed down tonight unaware that you’ll spend decades with me as I torture you on and on and on, but you’ll remember it all in perfect detail when it’s too late and you are in my world. In the real world you’d go insane of course but us dream succubae would never allow that luxury. I know you’ve never asked why I chose you since I’ve never allowed you to, but I’ll be really kind and tell you. We can see into people’s dreams and once when you were about ten your little sister snuck into your room with a friend and began tickling your feet while you slept. They also put one of your sister’s dirty socks over your nose. Your brain interpreted it into a nightmare where you were pinned down and being tickled by a gang of girls while they put their cheesy feet in your face. You were desperate to make it stop but couldn’t. Needless to say, I was smitten. So that’s why for the rest of your long life you’ll spend the vast majority of it howling with helpless laughter under my skilled fingers and countless smelly feet. Your sister’s little fingers on your poor ticklish sleeping feet and her smelly socks over your nose are what doomed you. And yes that's why so many of these years you've spent being tickled by your old classmates, to recreate when I first met you. I'm a sucker for nostalgia. Of course, you are infinitely more ticklish, they are impossibly skilled ticklers, their feet are unbelievably smelly and it goes on and on and on now. Of course, that’s not the only scenario you’ve had to endure is it? You’ve had to spend countless hours being tickled and smelling the feet of any girl you’ve ever met from your mom, to the chadors at the supermarket to the police officer that just said hi to you on the street yesterday. And as you meet more and more girls over the years I’ll make sure that continues. Us succubi can see into the future and you’ll be getting a new boss soon you will hate and you’ll be getting really familiar with her feet in my world.
Also, you may be interested to know, I’ve told the other girls about you and they are intrigued and want to play too. The really bad news for you is the time dilation increases when there are more of us around, so nights will probably go from decades to centuries. But you’re a big boy, you can take it. I know I said 100 fold, but let’s just make your ticklishness doubled from that starting point every minute and I think in addition to your first love let’s bring your sister into this. You can even have her sock as a gag. So let’s get started. This little piggie went to market…
Luv how the cause of his now lifelong torturous foot sniffing ticklish nightmares was a result of his little sisters innocent prank with her socks one night when they were younger
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just a quick question, is there the option to have normal feet in the character customization?
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Sadly, no. But perhaps in the future?
Unfortunately no, you can only get normal feets by wearing human skin armor.
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Yes, we know it now, a slang for a female police officer.
Wow how this topic is not deleted? Rude devs already deleted my question if there are any mods for this game.
A feet DLC? Yes please. I would love to see something like this in the future.
There is literally a human skin in the game.... lol i have to repeat the same on every thread about this.
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Succubus Facts, Behaviors, and Intentions
Please click here for definitions of the following terms: astral projection, astral body, succubus, and Kundalini .
Succubus Intentions: The succubus' intention is the holistic destruction of her mate. The succubus' every act is directed toward the spiritual, intellectual, emotional, physical, and sexual ruination of the unfortunate man who she has claimed.
Succubus Facts: Succubi are real. They are etheric projections from vengeful women seeking harm on the men in their lives. Unlike normal subtle projections, the succubus is able to implant herself in a semi-permanent fashion within the very heart of the target male. This implantation is the basis by which many adverse physical and psychological reactions arise in the afflicted man.
Succubus Behaviors: Succubus behaviors -- or specifically, the impacts related to the succubus' allocation of negative subtle energy -- range from sexual stimulation to increased heart rate to preventing sleep, as well as many others too numerous to mention. The succubus can cause an erection directly. A succubus can cause pain in the heart as well as irregular heart beats. She can cause excess tension in the cerebellum so that sleep becomes impossible without drugs. If you are a spiritual aspirant, blessed with the descent of the Holy Spirit into your body, the succubus can deaden (temporarily) all those areas of the body and mind that had previously been in communion with God. Lastly, if you are Kundalini awakened, and are blessed with an energetic circuit connecting your sexual region to your mind, and from the mind down into the chest and abdomen, the prolonged presence of the succubus causes the reversal of this spiritually regenerative, transmutive, liberating cycle of energy. Under the succubus' influence, energy from the mind is pulled backwards, down the spine to the sexual region where all the energy there is released through the solar plexus on its way out to feed the ravenous hunger of the originating woman. Little to nothing is transmuted and released via the brachial plexus or heart chakra, as is the intention with whole body enlightenment and heart centered consciousness. All succubus behaviors are fixed on death and the inverse of God's Commandments and Grace.
As of June 2020 I have three pages, including this one, dedicated to an analysis of succubus behaviors ( 1 and 2 ).
Mother Shakti Goddess Transmission Observations - June 4, 2020
Still images from "Ben," a B-movie cult horror phenomenon that made a strong impression on me in 1972 when I was 7 years old. I compare being consumed by rats, as happened repeatedly in "Ben," with being occupied by a succubus in the entry below. Ben (1972) ( * ) official trailer.
I am writing this on Christmas day, December 25, 2019. I had a dream last night. The cement foundation of a house had been breached. Hundreds of black rats began scurrying up the interior walls and running across the floors of the house. I was on the inside trying to shut the sliding glass doors, but rats kept on spilling in.
The metaphor is apt. I have been invaded, and I cannot stop the leakage into my being of this foreign, hostile energy. My heart, thymus, and base of the skull are all tapped. Any beneficial accumulation of energy is being siphoned off to support this unwanted presence and the subtle energetic needs of the body of the girl from which this invasion originates.
I am on vacation in Hawaii for the third time this year, seeking whatever etheric refuge that I may. This time I am at a condo for two weeks in Kailua-Kona. I have bills and debts that I would do well to pay down with this cash outlay, but my need for subtle respite trumps these mundane concerns. I've been swimming and hiking every day. Though I have been able to sleep without drugs, and the intensity of my daily and nightly attacks have diminished, my body's subtle energy centers are strangely depleted. I have bags under my eyes most of the time. My body's normal ebb and flow of energy is altered. The drain that is exerted upon me is constant. There is a tap at th
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