icon and banner by the amazing Xsunnysoftx just a Lee that wanted to enjoy some content they/them, Sal. Over 30, Age dreamer, NO MINORS, EST, SFW ONLY minors don't follow
Note the blogger has aspergers and a hint of the social tism
Name: call me Sal
Pronouns: they/them
Role in the alphabet mafia: Asexual Panromantic
Role in the community: A switch that'd sell their soul to finally be the Lee
Favorite spots in general: definitely belly's
nothing NSFW
I don't do roleplay and I am not just someone to ask to tease you or someone to tease. I'm a person
I'm down to make friends though.
I don't expect to have followers or post much of anything but here's an introduction, y'all can call me Sal or Sally I use they/them pronouns and only see tickling as a cute bonding/playing experience. I used to have a community account where I had my old pronouns and even the occasional photo of my belly but my other community friends often made "well what if a perv sees" comments and it made my anxiety skyrocket so I deleted the account
Blog ocs
Here we go, meet Sal's guardian/roommate Djali (Jolly) and have a bit more of a singular place for my info dump because my icon lives in my
Oc backstory
Would C!Sal be considered a shapeshifter? I know your thing says Djali can give them paws but I'm curious
Sorry this took so long, your que
ā ļø DISCLAIMER ā ļø: This is a SFW tickling fic, so if thatās not your bread and butter, then feel free to look away! I understand not everyone will get it, and some may even find it repulsive, but please keep in mind that weāre all different people with unique experiences, traumas and even DNA that can lead to many different weird interests, so be respectful- I wonāt tolerate any hate speech because this is a safe space.
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Meditation had always been Narinderās only escape. Even when he was a couple of millennia younger and still living comfortably with his siblings, it was the only thing that could ever ground him- the deep connection to the earth that coursed through him like a river, a constant source of strength as old as he was.
He leaned against the tree, taking a moment to close his eyes and feel the connection, to allow the earth to soak into his being. It was a bond that came easily to him. Of course, this only ever lasted as long as Leshy would allow it.
āI smell berries on you,ā the youngest of the old faith had announced his presence in the form of a demand- at the sound of his voice, Narinder slowly opened all three his eyes with a deep, low breath. Typical, but he was used to it, really. āI want some!!ā
āEver observant you are,ā He lifted his head, looking to the side with a hint of irritationā¦ he didnāt bother hiding it, it wasnāt like Leshy could see. āBut, these are mine, little brother.ā
āSharing is caring, Narinder!!ā Leshy retorted in a matter-of-fact tone, but it was more of a whine than anything. Though annoyed, there was still a pang of guilt that Narinder couldnāt deny- Leshy was the only one who would talk to him. āI know you have them!! Where are they?!ā
He smiled when Leshy began searching his robes for the berries, despite the immature, infantile nature of the action- he couldnāt deny that heād missed this. When Leshy squeezed somewhere sensitive, he flinched halfway between a startle and a giggle, before gently pulling his youngest brother into his lap.
āYou are persistent Leshy,ā He knew Leshy was taken by surprise by the sudden change of position, but he was quickly regaining his confidence, āact ignorantly and you may become enlightened.ā
Leshy wriggled in his grip, groaning indignantly. āI didnāt do anything!! You canāt fault me for being hungry!!ā
Narinder hummed at that, suddenly getting an idea when he remembered a game they used to play- Leshy had always been so persistent, even as a young child, Narinder had lost count of the number of times heād finally settled for some mediation, only to have his little brother burrow to him; to bug him. Though, Narinder decided it would be unfair to just ambush the worm- so, to give him a hint, he gently squeezed at his sides, immediately pulling out some giggles from him.
āNo- No!! Thatās cheating!!ā Leshy protested immediately, his laughter quickly taking over. Narinder smiled- Leshy had always sounded as if he were a wounded animal whenever he laughed, there had been many times when Shamura had come running, only to find Leshy perfectly fine and simply giggling to himself.
āI am merely humouring you, brother.ā
āNohohohohoooo!!ā Leshy shrieked, his arms flailing. He tried curling up in an attempt to avoid it, but it was in vein.
āHmm, if I recallā¦ā He trailed off, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. Narinder took careful note of Leshyās reactions- not wanting to hurt his brother, he was a little more delicate in his playful attack, but if his memory served him well, he recalled how Leshy would leave once he had his fill āā¦I hope Iām not killing you here.ā
āShuhuhut u-up!! Ahahaheheheh!!ā Leshy squirmed around as much as he could- he was so light, he had nearly rolled him out of Narinderās lap entirely. Every time he managed to squirm loose, Narinder would simply tug him back in.
āNow, now, where were you most ticklishā¦?ā Narinder pondered aloud. They were both well aware of the fact that Narinder remembered, and yet, he couldnāt help but ponder mockingly, merely to hold a sense of impending doom over the wormās head. āWas it hereā¦?ā
His hasty fingers wriggled their way under Leshyās arms, even if the wormās arms were glued tightly to his side in a protective position. That earned the cat an immediate shriek of laughter.
āT-Thahahahat is nohohohot f-fair, at ahahahallā¦!ā
āLife is hardly fair, little brother.ā Narinder's ears twitched ever so slightly, perhaps in amusement, as he expertly avoided Leshy's flailing limbs with little effort. He shifted his attack to scribble fingers along Leshy's ribs. "Just like how it wasn't fair when you my hearty meat broth last week, behind my back no less!"
Leshy squealed involuntarily at that, his tail wagging wildly. It was as if the memory of his mischievous act was now somehow increasing his sensitivity tenfold, but he was not making any serious attempts to escape.
āI see you havenāt burrowed away, nor bitten me yet, I assume youāre still enjoying yourself?ā Narinderās arms were wrapped around him in a secure, almost protective hold. It was a strange feeling, to be back in the hold of his older brother.
It was all good fun, he was sure Leshy could think back to the thousands of times before where Narinder had him like this.
āI-I cohohohohould bite you if I wanted to!!ā There was no threat in Leshyās words, it was nothing but a childish response, meant more to illicit a reaction. The feeling was familiar to both of them, one that brought back years upon years of playful squabbling.
āOh, Iām sure you could,ā teasing a previous bishop was hardly a good idea, and almost anyone would have thrust their fist between Narinderās eyes to shut him up, maybe for good, but Leshy didnāt see it fit to react with such violence. He took notice of how Leshyās fur felt like moss- it was dotted with the occasional flower or leaf that Leshy picked up during his many walks through the surrounding flora, left there for him to brush out in the near future whenever he got the opportunity to do so; it made Narinderās claws twitch with the need to pick them free. āJust look at you- youāre filthy!!ā
āNohohohooo!!ā Even as he spoke the words, Leshy made no attempt to pull away, and he shrieked as Narinder's fingers went from his hips to his stomach. Eventually, he stopped wiggling around and slumped in defeatā¦ it was like he was a little kid once again, in awe of the elder brother he adored. āO-Ohohohohokay, Iāve had ehehehenough!!ā
Narinder nodded, his fingers slowing to a halt- as that was his cue to stop, Leshy panted as the torment finally eased, his head lying against Narinderās arm, though his breathing was still nothing but giggles; his body gradually relaxing again.
Narinder took the chance to carefully pick out a stray flower, gently untangling some of the leaves from the soft, mossy fur. Every flower that was picked loose, Leshy felt around sightlessly for- only to start chewing on it whenever heād found what he was searching for. An odd habit, but one that Narinder recognized. āā¦You still like the taste of camellias?ā
āMhm!!ā The younger brother nodded vigorously in approval. Camellias, they had always been one of his favourites- even if the taste was bitter. āā¦but I like berries more!ā
Narinder sighed- he tried to play it off as exasperated, but truthfully, he was more entertained than anything, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Leshy really had a one track mind. āMmm, I suppose I owe you after tormenting you like that, right?ā
āIām definitely due some payment!ā he agreed, āyou canāt just torture me like that and except me to walk away without the spoils!!ā
āFair enough,ā Narinder confirmed Leshyās request, his free hand reaching for his pocket, to retrieve the spoils of war- but, Leshy was quicker, his claws diving into the small, manufactured nook of the fabric with little uncertainty. āā¦you knew where they were this whole time?ā
āMaybe,ā there wasnāt a thread of restraint in his body as heād ripped open the pouch heād stole from his brother with his sharp teeth, āI just wanted an excuse to annoy you! And besides, they taste better after Iāve earned them!ā
Narinder smiled- Leshyās knack for swiping things meant that he was always the first to be blamed for anything in the cult going missing, despite the perfectly valid reason, as heād explained it multiple times before, of āfinders keepers.ā
āYou donāt need an excuse to talk to me,ā Narinder muttered sheepishly, poking Leshy in the side with a wry but playful smile. It felt wrong to say- the guilt of what heād done to his family centuries ago was still oh so fresh, old wounds being reopened after the staged coup- Leshy was the only one who wouldnāt go out of his way to avoid him. āI hope you know thatā¦ā
It was a rare, tender moment for the both of them. Narinder was grateful Leshy had never shielded away from conversation with him, even when the rest of their siblings avoided him like the plague.
āā¦can I sleep here? On you? L-Like, how I used to when I was a grub?ā
āā¦Iād like that,ā He nodded at Leshyās question. It was a childish request, the same that heād make in the past to the same effect- and this time was no different.
Leshy wiggled around to get comfortable, curling up against Narinder. The sensation of his moving claws on Leshyās back did wonders to lull him to sleep, smoothing the spots of fur that sat disheveled, tickling the skin beneath in a pleasant way and there were a few giggles that escaped. It was a familiar comfort that heād thought heād lost forever many centuries ago, yet had been desperately seeking ever since.
Leshy was not a light sleeper nor picky about his bedding, which meant it took only a few minutes for him to fall fast asleep in the grassy fieldsā¦ and in the company of his older brother, the ex-god of death.
Summary: Narinder is having a hard time adjusting to his new mortal-ish body and life among the flock, so the Lamb tries to help. It leads to some unexpected things, memories, a one-sided heart to heart, and an agreement that might bite the Lamb in the butt later on...
Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic. If that isn't your thing, feel free to scroll on by. All characters are adults. Minors please DNI, thank you!
CW: Swearing, mentions of death, mouth tickles. (Please let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count: 3,139
Reading time: 11 minutes.
Fandom: Cult of the Lamb
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Narilamb (Kind of, if you squint)
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"Narinder~!"
The former god of death growled and muttered under his breath as he heard the voice of his former vessel and that cursed bell approaching him.
"What is it that you want now, Lamb?"
The Lamb pouted at Narinder.
"You don't have to be so mean, Nari, I just wanted to speak to you about something."
"Well? Out with it then."
The Lamb shook their head.
"You've been here for months now, and you still seem to be having a hard time adjusting."
Narinder snorted.
"Forgive me if I still seem a bit unadjusted, my Lord, it's a rather jarring experience to go from a god in chains to a "mortal" body with the ability to move freely."
The Lamb merely ignored Narinder's sarcastic comment.
"That's my point exactly! So, I have an idea!"
Narinder narrowed his eyes.
"And this idea of yours is what, exactly?"
The Lamb suddenly got a wicked look in their eyes, causing the former god to stiffen and take a step back.
"The Hells is that look for, Lamb?"
They merely giggled in response and took a step forward.
"You know of the new buildings and their purpose, yes?"
"Of course I do, I helped build them. They're some sort of "Therapeutic Centers" for those having a hard time with things or for those who continue wrecking havoc in the cult that don't seem to respond to imprisonment."
"That's right. Well, I truly believe that you could benefit from a session or two!"
Narinder snarled.
"Oh no, I'm not falling for your lies, Lamb. Do you really expect me to believe that it's all sunshine and rainbows once those doors close?"
"Oh no, of course not! You know Nari, despite the harsh words we sometimes exchange with each other, I don't believe you to be stupid, just as you know that I'm far from innocent, but if I may ask you to recall, these centers aren't just for the trouble makers, they're for those who are struggling with other things, like yourself!"
Narinder was still skeptical.
"Do I have a choice?"
The Lamb giggled yet again.
"Not this time, no, but if you end up despising it, you don't ever have to do it again, I just want you to give it a shot this one time. Who knows? You may end up really liking it!"
Narinder sighed in defeat and followed after the Lamb.
"I doubt that..."
Once the pair had entered the center, the Lamb turned to Narinder.
"Now, we have many different things to do here in order to decompress, but I have something specific I want to try, it's been extremely successful in both stopping trouble makers and helping followers who need encouragement."
The Lamb held out a pair of soft linen clothes.
"Before we start, go ahead and put these on, comfort is a very important part of this!"
Narinder eyed the clothes suspiciously.
"Please, Nari?"
"Fine..."
The Lamb turned away so Narinder could change.
"I'm ready, Lamb."
"Wonderful! Now, to start off, take a seat on the bed."
Narinder sat, eyeing the Lamb.
"We're going to start slow, can you give me your hand please?"
Narinder did as he was told and gave the Lamb his hand.
The Lamb began lightly tracing Narinder's hand.
Narinder closed his eyes, surprised at how pleasant it felt.
"How does that feel, Nari?"
Narinder grumbled.
"Must you insist on calling me that?"
"Of course!"
The Lamb's voice cooed with a giggle.
"It feels surprisingly pleasant."
Narinder finally answered.
"Good! What about now?"
The Lamb trailed their fingers up Narinder's arm.
Narinder shuddered, feeling goosebumps under his fur.
"Fine..."
"And... Now?"
Narinder felt the Lamb's hand press gently against his side, scribbling their fingers.
Narinder's eyes shot open as he reeled back, staring wide eyed at the beaming fool before him.
"What in the Hells was that?! What spell did you cast on me, you damned Lamb!"
"No spells, just a natural curse of the mortal body!"
"Of course..."
Narinder rubbed his face.
"Explain, Lamb."
"Certainly! Here, lay back, I'll be able to show you better that way!"
Why Narinder complied was beyond him, but nevertheless, he laid back onto the bed.
The Lamb gently clambered onto Narinder's thighs, earning snarls of protest from the former god.
"Now, fair warning, in order to show you how this works I have to touch you."
Again, why Narinder didn't fight against the wretched creature's demands was far beyond him. Though he had to admit, curiosity was a very likely culprit.
"Fine..."
The Lamb tutted.
"You're always so grumpy, Nari! Let's see if we can mend that~"
Before Narinder could fire back a retort, the Lamb lowered their hands to Narinder's sides, scratching into his fur.
Narinder's breath hitched immediately, a bizarre fluttery and tingly feeling lighting up his nerves.
Narinder felt this strange urge to laugh as he squirmed, a smile threatening to cross his face.
"Lahamb? What is thihis?"
"Feeling a little giggly there, Narinder?"
The Lamb brought their hands to his belly, clawing lightly.
"Lahahamb! Whahahat are you dohohoing?!"
Narinder squirmed, ears twitching.
"I'm tickling you!"
"Tickling"... That word rang a bell in Narinder's memory.
He remembered Baal and Aym playing when the three of them were stuck in purgatory, back when the two hadn't yet been hardened by the captivity forced upon them.
Narinder had watched them play, wrestling each other to the ground and all of a sudden, whichever twin was pinned would be desperately laughing and pleading for mercy.
During one of these playful interactions, Narinder had spoken up, quizzing the young warriors on what they were doing.
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"We're having a tickle fight!"
Baal spoke up, in his typical cheery demeanor.
"A... "Tickle fight"...?"
The god asked.
The twins looked at each other, how were they going to explain this to someone like the god of Death?
"It's something that mortals do to play and bond with one another, be it between siblings, friends, or romantic partners."
Baal explained.
"Ticking is something that causes a person to laugh uncontrollably because of the strange tingling feeling it creates."
Aym chimed in.
"I see... How does one win in these "Tickle fights"?"
Baal briefly considered the question.
"Just get the other person to yield, I suppose."
"Yeah, just like this!"
Before either of them could react, Aym launched himself at his brother.
"Oh cohohome on! Whyhyhy mehehe?!"
Aym snickered.
"Because, you're way more ticklish than me!"
"Thahahat's so not truhuhue! You're just strohohonger than mehehe!"
Baal swatted at his brother helplessly.
"Same difference."
"Sahahame difference my ahahass!"
Narinder watched the two with mild interest before an idea struck him.
He shifted, causing his chains to rattle and catch the attention of his bodyguards.
"Master? Are you okay?"
Aym asked cautiously.
Narinder lowered his hand to the ground in front of them.
"Come."
The two looked at each other before gently stepping forward, only to lose their balance and fall back into Narinder's palm as soon as they were off the ground.
Once they were more face to face, Baal spoke up.
"Master? What is it?"
Narinder merely stared for a moment before lifting up his other hand to better cradle the two.
He gently lowered his nose to their tiny bellies, being cautious not to harm or drop them as he nuzzled his nose playfully against them.
"Wahahait! Mahahaster!"
Baal melted into giddy laughter immediately, his tiny hand pushing lightly against Narinder muzzle.
Aym on the other hand, stiffened, with his arms locked firmly at his sides and his face locked in a taught expression, fighting back a smile as his shoulders shook with barely contained laughter.
Eventually, both boys burst into hysterical laughter as Narinder mercilessly tickled them.
Narinder had certainly won the tickle fight that day.
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"Nari...? Narinder, what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Narinder was snapped back into reality by the Lamb's concerned voice.
He suddenly became aware of the dampness of the fur on his face, had he really begun crying? Humiliating...
"I'm fine Lamb, just a memory."
"Oh, really? I wouldn't have thought that you would have a memory about tickling."
The Lamb let out an awkward laugh.
"You can thank Baal and Aym for that, they're the ones that introduced me to this foolish concept to begin with."
"That's so sweet! So you remember what it is now?"
"Yes, I would say I do."
"That's good! Are you okay though? That memory seemed to hit you pretty hard."
"I'm fine, Lamb."
"You miss them, don't you?"
Silence.
"It's okay if you do Nari, I'm sure they miss you too."
The Lamb placed their hand on Narinder's arm.
Narinder scoffed and pulled his arm away.
"Don't attempt to flatter me, Lamb. They do not miss me. They were stripped away from their mother by Shamura for me, to be imprisoned alongside me from a tragically young age, they do not miss me, they are likely thrilled to be free of me."
"You think so?"
"Yes, I do."
The pain in Narinder's voice was surprisingly palpable.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"What is there to talk about?"
"Ooookay, so no."
Narinder merely glared in the Lamb's direction.
"Do you mind if we continue? It might help you get your mind off things."
"I... Wouldn't be opposed."
The Lamb beamed.
"On one condition."
The Lamb's smile faltered.
Narinder leaned forward, his mouth brushing their ear, and his breath warm and taunting against their skin.
"I get to return the favor tenfold~"
The Lamb's ears fluttered, butterflies erupting in their stomach at the teasing-and rather attractive-chuckle that passed Narinder's lips.
Narinder pulled back, enjoying the way his former vessel squirmed at the idea of being captured in his clutches yet again.
"I suppose that's a fair trade."
"So we agree?"
"Yes. I would say we do."
"Good~"
"But first, it's your turn."
Narinder growled, he'd wipe the smugness from their face in time.
The Lamb took his hand once more.
"We'll start from the beginning, okay?"
"Very well."
The soft scratching against his palm made Narinder close his eyes, and his ears lower slightly.
"This doesn't seem to tickle you very much, does it?"
"No, it's more pleasant than anything else."
"That's good, and this?"
The Lamb trailed their fingers up his arm.
Narinder shivered.
"Slightly..."
"And this?"
Their fingers fluttered against his neck.
"Krrk!"
"Hehehe, Well that answers that!"
"Shuhuhut it, damned Lahahamb!"
"Aww! You're such a pretty kitty~!"
Narinder growled through his laughter. He'd get his revenge in time, he was known for his patience after all, he could wait.
"Your belly seemed to be a good spot before."
The Lamb massaged their wretched fingers into his fur.
"Lahahahamb!"
"Yeesss, Nari~?"
Their hands drifted towards his sides.
"Dahahamn you!"
"Already there, kitty."
Narinder slammed his fist onto the bed as his sides were pinched and squeezed at.
"Fuhuhuhuck you, you stuhuhupid creature!"
The Lamb gasped dramatically.
"Alright Narinder, that's it! I've had enough of your attitude!"
The Lamb launched himself at Narinder, burying their face in his neck and blowing a big raspberry, all while clawing into Narinder's ribs and armpits.
Narinder screamed, his tail whipping around wildly as he thrashed.
"WHAHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT?!"
"It's called a raspberry!"
The Lamb repeated the action.
"AHAHACK!"
Narinder desperately wanted to tell the Lamb to stop, but he held his tongue. Tenfold.
"It works really well on bellies too! Watch!"
The Lamb eagerly buried their face into his stomach, blowing the biggest raspberries they could possibly manage.
Narinder thrashed, cackling.
To his dismay, the Lamb began to growl and nibble at his stomach.
Tenfold, tenfold, tenfold...
"LAHAHAHAMB!"
"Yes, Nari~?"
That smug little...
"Use your words, Narinder. Come on, you can do it!"
Narinder grit his teeth, he would not dignify the Lamb's taunting with a response.
"Tsk... Narinder, this is supposed to improve your attitude! Come on, laugh for me, love~"
Narinder despised the heat that flooded his face upon hearing the pet name.
The Lamb continued the attack, squeezing his hips,-which were very ticklish, they both found out-down to his knees, and inevitably, they made it down to his feet.
"Aww! Look at these big ol' paws!'
They began to gently scratch and scribble at his paw pads.
Narinder snorted unceremoniously and fell into hysterics, grabbing onto the sheets in desperation.
"Ohohoho! Seems like we hit the jackpot~! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Nari! Kitchy kitchy coo! Look at your pretty smile!"
Narinder wheezed, taking the pillow from behind his head and instead using it to hide his face.
"DIHIHIHIE!"
"Rude! Don't hide your face from me!"
The Lamb scratched at the space between his toes.
"AHAHAHA!"
Narinder screeched into the pillow. Tenfold...
"Narinder... Move. The. Pillow."
The Lamb scrubbed at his feet with as much fervor as they could manage.
"NEHEHEHEHEVER!"
"You know Narinder, if I didn't know any better, I'd think that you're starting to have fun."
"SHOHOHOVE OFF, YOU FOHOHOUL LAHAHAMB!"
"You sound really funny when you're yell-laughing through the pillow like that."
He could hear the smile in the Lamb's voice. Good, let them have their fun, the more they did, the more it would come back to bite them in the ass.
"That being said, let's drop the pillow, okay?"
Before he could respond, the Lamb attacked his armpits and biceps.
"Tickle, tickle, pretty kitty."
"PFFHAHAHAHA!"
Both the Lamb and Narinder were shocked by his reaction. One amused, the other, slightly horrified.
"Oh wow... your arms, huh?"
Narinder merely grunted, not making eye contact.
The Lamb said nothing, reaching up and scratching down Narinder's arms from the elbows down.
Narinder's nose scrunched-adorably in the Lamb's opinion-as he let out a snort.
"HAHAHAHA! FUHUHUHUCK!"
"Goodness Nari, such foul language! There are kits around!"
"LIHIHIKE I GIHIHIVE A SHIHIHIT!"
"Narinder!"
The Lamb began to squeeze Narinder's biceps, massaging deep into the muscles.
"AHAHACK LAHAHAHA- LAMB!"
"Oh wow! Your arms are so strong! No wonder you're so good with the heavy duty tasks!"
The worst part of that statement was that it sounded genuine.
"Such strong, ticklish arms for a strong handsome god."
Narinder lowered his ears, heat flooding his cheeks.
"DOHOHON'T MOCK ME WIHIHIHITH THAHAHAT TITLE DAHAHAMNED LAHAHAMB!"
"I'm not, can't a vessel worship their patron god?"
Oh. oh...
That also sounded genuine.
That actually made him feel really good...
Huh...
The Lamb's attack slowed to a halt.
Narinder took advantage of the break to curl into a ball on his side.
"Did you like that, Narinder?"
They ask, curiously.
"Like what? You tormenting me?"
"No. Me saying that, did you like it?"
"Why are you asking? To mock me?"
"No. I'm asking because you seemed to really relax when I said it."
Narinder blinked.
"Did I?"
"Uh huh, you did."
"What if I did...?"
"Then that's fine! Like I said before, I never felt like you were stupid, also... I did enjoy our time together, back before... everything. I really did value you, and I still do. I just... I didn't want to die... again... I had already died several times sure, but each time I did, except for the first, I knew that you'd resurrect me. So when you told me to sacrifice myself... I felt... hurt, scared, angry, because I loved you. I knew that you probably didn't feel exactly the same, but I thought you at least cared about me in some compacity. So... when you told me that I had fulfilled my purpose and told me to just lay down and die, I just couldn't. Not after I had fought so hard to survive, not after I had committed all of those heinous acts, not after I had so many followers depending on me. I couldn't. I still felt awful though, I wanted to free you, I really did! That's why I kept you alive. Not to mock you, not to torture you, but because I love you. All of it, the robes, the high ranking status among the flock, the nicer hut, all of it was to treat you well, to give you as much freedom as possible while still keeping both of us alive! I know that you probably don't believe me, but... it's true. So, if you like hearing me say those things, hearing me show affection, then I will."
Once the Lamb finished their ramblings, they looked at Narinder.
Narinder was staring at them, with wide eyes, well... wide eyed for him at least, and a locked jaw.
The Lamb sighed.
"I'll leave you alone... Normally there's a massage as an aftercare to help relax muscles and help people come down from the high so to speak, but, I don't know if you're in the mood right now... Feel free to take a nap, I'll lock the door again and keep the sign on 'occupied'. Come out when you hear the supper bell, okay?"
The Lamb made a move to leave, but had their hand grabbed.
"Finish what you started, Lamb. If you want this process to assist me, it likely needs to be completed."
The Lamb gawked.
"We don't have all day, Lamb. Not to mention, you tormented me for over an hour, I daresay I deserve it. Of course, I suppose I could just command you to do it, if you truly still view me as your patron god, it should be no issue for you."
The smirk on Narinder's face was both smug and playful.
The whole thing was so jarring for the Lamb, that they merely let out a little laugh and sat back down.
"Okay. Lay down on you're stomach and get comfortable."
Narinder did so.
The Lamb began to massage Narinder's shoulders, pressing deep into the muscles.
Narinder let out a sigh.
The Lamb moved to his neck, working out the knots they found.
They then moved to his arms.
"Lahahamb..."
Narinder spoke in a low growl.
"Sorry, that wasn't intentional. I'll go to the rest of your back."
The Lamb moved down Narinder's spine to the muscles of his lower back.
"Lahamb..."
"Your back too?! Sorry, not intentional."
"Right..."
"Hey! I'm serious! It's not my fault you're this ticklish!"
Narinder didn't speak.
The Lamb continued the massage for a while before calling it good.
"There, how was that?"
"Pleasant."
"Good! I'm glad you enjoyed yourself! Go ahead and rest, okay? I'll come get you when it's time for dinner."
"One more thing, Lamb."
The Lamb turned, waiting expectantly.
Narinder approached them slowly, leaning down to whisper in their ear.
"Tenfold~"
Narinder leaned back, relishing in the way their eyes widened, and their face flushed, their ears twitching, and smiling nervously.
"Right... Of course. Well, I'll see you at supper, okay bye!"
Narinder watched the Lamb scramble away with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Oh how he would enjoy making his precious vessel plead for mercy through squealing laughter.
random haunted hotel (Abaddon) ramblings because I'm brain rotting bad
Abel (my name for the vessel because everyone uses like Isaac or Phillip) was/is like the most ticklish 9-year-old to exist and that also effects Abaddon
Nathan discovered this little nugget of information by accident the first time he gave Abaddon a bath and the demon couldn't stop wiggling while Nathan was trying to wash his belly
Nathan and Esther are the only Freeling's that can tickle him and get away with it
Abaddon absolutely snorts and it melts Nathan's heart
absolutely the squirmiest little thing (Nathan called him his demonic wiggle worm)
Belly is hands down the best target
Second is his feet which is why he never takes off the latchets
Secretly enjoys the like super light stuff (Nathan def tried the like sleepy back tickles trick to try and tire him out he just melted and giggled no fight no nothing)
After the events of episode 10 Abaddon actively seeked Esther out for some cousin hang out time and essentially goaded her into wrecking him with tickles too distract himself from the stress.
Abel can feel when Abaddon gets tickled (I see the vessel situation as a sort of 2 seater car, one soul gets the front seat and is in control that's Abaddon and the other is basically along for the ride able to see, hear and feel but luckily Abel doesn't seem to feel any of the pain inflicted)
I'm head over heels for the idea of their souls fusing over time leading to why Abaddon tends to be childish af, granted I'm also a firm believer of him actually being a child by demon standards. He says demons/he measure years in millenia and he's 10,000.... home boy is a 10 year old demon and just like the priest I'll die on this hill
Why'd I have to get a lee mood out of the blue? I deadass just want a trusted friend to gently wiggle their fingers on my belly, like deadass I'm craving gentle tickles so badly all of a sudden
Iām still dreading this episode,,, buuuuuttt here.
I havenāt drawn anything with tickling in a long time now š„² I miss it so much yet feel like I donāt get any time to do this kinda stuff anymore since Iāve been occupied with other things
You guys have thought about the same thing too, haven't you? I mean, your tummy is on the lookout with those costumes, exposed to be tickled, rubbed, squeezed, whatever you want to do with it, all your defenses are down.
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(as you may guess it is impossible for me to publish daily for the tickletober, so I will reduce the amount of panels in my comics to publish a little more often, wish me luck )
