Ticklish Revenge: The Boar Prince's Comeuppance by EnumaGeorgie, literature
Literature
Ticklish Revenge: The Boar Prince's Comeuppance
This is the follow up to my last two x male reader tickle stories based on Fire Emblem Three Houses. It features Dimitri, Sylvain and Felix with lots of foot tickling, upper body and tentacles as male reader gets his revenge. The Professor was a very impressive man. Almost inhumanly talented and skilled, a proven veteran with more experience than I could get my head around, handsome and muscular and with a kind, protective personality in addition. At first I had been utterly ashamed of myself. Running through the halls and corridors of the lodgings, naked and in tears, I had been fortunate that nobody had spotted me before I came to the room that Professor Byleth had been given. A large room stacked with his things, left slightly ajar thankfully since I doubt I would have been up to knocking at it. My memory is still somewhat hazy as to what happened next. Exhausted from my tickling and humiliation, I now know that I was only able to tell the Professor who had been responsible
Sylvain's Ticklish Summer School by EnumaGeorgie, literature
Literature
Sylvain's Ticklish Summer School
โWell now, what an exquisite day we are having ~ I see that the sun agrees with you well. I have never seen you look quite so radiant as you do at this particular moment.โ โR-really?โ โOf course. Do I honestly look like the sort of guy who would falsely flatter a young, pretty girl?โ โI-Iโm not sure...โ โOh, ouch! Iโm hurt! You know, I take my honesty incredibly seriously when it comes to conversing with impressionable maidens ~โ In his enthusiasm Sylvain had failed to notice completely the increasing awkwardness of the scene he was the chief architect of. Positioning his tall, muscular body so that he was cutting off any hope of escape for the young girl subjected to his attentions, a timid student from one of the other housesโ classes, he had managed to obtain a literally captive audience. Filled with youthful pride, vanity and that womanising charm that the other students at the monastery knew so well, Sylvain had perhaps become an even more insufferable version of