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(Continued from Chapter 17 at fav.me/d8ckefe )


Eric and Brian looked so cunningly at Celeste that she took a step back directly into Dwyn’s arms.

 

Eric’s eyes danced, “You have good instincts, my dear. But you will need to hide them better when you get out there. As questionable as my brother and I can be in our shenanigans, we are the least concern to you tonight.”

The brother with the slightly kinder eyes nodded, “He’s right.” Then tilting his head to the side slightly while gathering pink roses from a bucket in the floor added, as flippantly as if talking about the weather, “After all, my brother and I merely used illegal kidnapping, torture and relied on intentionally instilling Stockholm Syndrome in the girls we liked to convince them to be our wives.” Smirking, as if recalling the memory fondly, he took a pocketknife, began cutting the thorns off and weaving the stems together to begin forming a crown, his fingers moving deftly, as if he’d done it a thousand times before. Then taking the crown, held it over Celeste’s head briefly while tilting his own back and forth at an arms distance, gaging the size, before sitting down and continuing to place more flowers into the crown, “But you don’t have to worry about any of that since you have predators walking out of the pages of fairytales to sweep you off your feet.”, he looked up, winking at her, then tossed the crown to his brother who caught it easily.

 

Eric shot her a viperous grin that sent a shiver down her spine, yet was somehow thrilling just the same, “Yep. Welcome to the bad boys’ ball, gorgeous. Where all the mischief makers gather, mortal and immortal alike, to show off their conquests, and indulge in sharing their prizes.”, he reached into a box and pulled out long weeping willow branches, weaving their ends into the crown in places and letting them dangle down three fourths of the crown as he talked, “Judging by your reaction to step one of our preparations, you are quiet the delightful prize.”, his smile grew as he looked up from under his brows at her.

 

Celeste felt uncertain of what to do. Under any other circumstances, she would have hightailed it out of the room. Yet, her younger, less world-wise self would have been attracted to something she couldn’t put her finger on.

 

Brian reached into the box, and pulling out more willow branches, gently took her wrist, and measuring the circumference with the bendable branch, nodded, then sat back down, a distance away, beginning to weave the branch together into a Celtic knot while talking, “Yes, you are instinctively afraid of us for a good reason, as we are predators among mortals, thoroughly enjoying certain weaknesses.”, then looking up to wink at her once, went back to weaving the knot, “But you are also attracted to that, or else you wouldn’t have responded to Dwyn so well. As the Fairy King of Mischief and Love, he can’t fall in love unless it is fully reciprocated. It’s not like Cupid with a bow and arrow…I mean it is as far as charm, charisma, seduction and infatuation are concerned, but he can’t make you love him or force himself to love another. Ironically, he can help with that for others…but it has to be real for him. Which means, one thing,” he gestured with an open palm towards her, waiting, until Celeste gave him her wrist, to which he began tying the bracelet he had made around her wrist and up towards her upper arms, effortlessly weaving Celtic knot work along the way, “What you have is real. You are helplessly and completely ensnared with Love and Mischief itself. Psyche to his Eros.”, Brian gave the knot work a little tug, then began with the other side as he continued talking, “Tonight all those of us who follow the outrageous guidelines of the Order will be here to feel his presence. Even those who don’t know he exists outside of legends of the Tuatha de Danann will find their subconscious drawn to him.”

 

Eric had hung the crown on a mannequin’s head that was on top of a pole in the room, and was also weaving the willow branches into Celtic knot work as he  nodded adding, “The mortals don’t why they feel like they have to be here, but they are compelled by their very souls to be. Any walking the path of the trickster seeks to absorb that kind of energy. And the longer one is around him, the greater one’s own cunning becomes.”, he stood up, pulling the long Celtic knots that reached the floor out and then moving his stool back, began weaving more willow ends into the knots, tripling the length, then pausing, looked up and asked, “Haven’t you noticed yourself being somehow more outlandish in your own trickery lately? Perhaps you’ve outsmarted a formidable opponent in a way that never would have occurred to you before? Or perhaps you have become more daring, sneaking around boundaries you would have respected in the past? Or maybe being more experimental?”, he said the last word with a teasing voice while raising a solitary brow.

 

Celeste blanched, thinking about just the last 48 hours, her cheeks reddening, skipping the pink stage altogether.

 

Eric’s blue eyes hadn’t left her face for an instant, and he kept staring, his smile growing from a tiny smirk into a suggestive smile, “Hit the nail on the head, did I? No, don’t worry, I can’t read your mind. David has just trained us to be particularly sensitive to human tells. Think of it like a game of cards. Tricksters are the card sharks of life and love, my dear.”

 

“Please raise your arms for me, my lovely”, Brian interrupted, and Celeste obliged, only too grateful for an excuse to lose eye contact with Eric.

 

Brian scrunched up his nose, “I need you to hold them up higher and straighter”, then glancing up at Dwyn asked, almost reverently, “Do you mind, Sire?”

 

Dwyn smiled, “Of course not.”, and helped Celeste keep her arms up straight while Brian continued to add more Celtic knot work , binding the two weaves together over her shoulders.

 

Celeste was speechless at how beautiful the detailed Celtic weaving was, but wondered out loud, “I’m going to have to have some help getting out of this later, won’t I?”

 

Brian smirked, “That’s kind of the idea, Love.”, making her blush at the thought.

 

Then standing back, he reached into his pocket for what looked like an oversized make-up brush and pulling out an ornate silver compact, opened it up in three movements, revealing it to be an engraved painter’s pallet holding vials of powders, creams, and liquids where the paint would normally be. He unscrewed the top of one and dipped his brush in a vial of dark pink powder, “Let’s add some blush, shall we?”, he quipped, as he began brushing her armpits softly, making her gasp at how intensely it tickled, “Oh my gawd….Tha…thahahahahahahahat tiiiiiheeheeheeheeheeheekles waaahahahahaaay tooo much!”, she squealed, trying to yank her arms back down, but unable to move from Dwyn’s iron grasp. He could hear him chuckling next to her ear, his warm breath against her neck.

 

Brian laughed, posing like a painter with the brush in one hand and his pallet in the other, “Ah, but it has brought a blush to your cheeks!”, then went to cover her other armpit, taking the time to thoroughly cover along the upper side of her underarm, her side opposite it, and even along the sides of her breasts, and neck.

 

Celeste couldn’t help it. She began giggling up a storm, squealing and pleading for Dwyn to let go, for Brian to stop, for help from Eric, anything to find an escape from the sensations.

 

Eric just shook his head, grinning, “I see by your reaction that your lovers have taken it far too easy on you!”

 

Celeste had barely registered his words when Brian was standing with what looked like a can of hairspray, and shooting her an impish look, added in an over-the-top-mock-designer voice, “Fabulous! Simply FAB – U – LOUS! But now, we need to set it!”, and placing a mask over Celeste’s face, began to spray everywhere he’d set, then pulling the mask away, began fanning her with a large ornate feathered purple fan, “Don’t inhale, my dear!”

 

But somehow, along the way, the fan accidently brushed up against her, sending her bursting with laughter at the tiniest little touch. “Perfection!”, he shouted, his personality obviously greatly influenced by David, “Let’s add a few of these beauties, shall we?”, he wiggled his brows at her, then began pulling out the purple feathers and sticking them into the woven Celtic knot work so that their soft, scintillating tips faced her armpits.

 

Celeste gulped, suddenly realizing what those feathers were intended to do.

 

Dwyn chuckled again against her ear and kissing her neck, whispered, “We shall have fun with this tonight, mo ghrá…”

 

David placed his brush back into his pocket and pulled out another, pulling the end out so that it became long. He then dabbed the paste in one of the vials and carefully touched each feather, winking at her, “Just to insure you don’t accidently, or intentionally, let these little beauties fall out tonight!”

 

Dwyn continued chuckling, speaking seductively in her ear, “Oh, mo ghrá, these students of David’s are quite good at what they do….I may have to bring them over to Ireland to handle our preparations as well!”

 

“We’d be only too delighted, Sire.”, Brian smiled, sharing a conspiratorial look with Dwyn before adding, “Now the glue has to set, so please keep her arms up, if you would, while we test the effectiveness of our preparations.”

 

Then, reaching into a hidden compartment in the pallet, he pulled out a long silver, painter’s brush with a single feather on the end. The quill itself was engraved with a rose. Raising his brows, but otherwise expressionless, Brian reached over to Celeste’s left armpit and danced the feather up and down, sending her into frantic shrieks and gasps for mercy, “Whahahahahaha?!?!?!? Why does thahahahat tiheeheeheeheekle soooo much?”

 

Brian smiled serenely, “Ah, David will approve and Alexander will be pleased.”

 

“It’s our own special formula, my dear.”, Eric grinned, now walking over to Celeste and placing the crown on her head as Dwyn stepped aside. He added more feathers along some of the long woven branches and placed them strategically to brush against Celeste’s neck, then weaved some more of the knot work into the knot work already on her arms.

 

Celeste kept giggling as Brian and Dwyn worked together to hold her in place while Eric continued weaving. Finally, bringing the branches together over her breasts, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden heart which he attached just on top of her own, weaving more branches towards it with still more feathers now teasing the tops of her breasts.

 

Finally, Dwyn let Celeste’s arms go, but as she began lowering them, she began to giggle and squirm, immediately raising them again to avoid the sensation, only to discover that the willow leaves and feathers had been placed so strategically, there was no escaping the teasing sensations, no matter how she moved herself….in fact, movement of any kind only made things worse.

 

“Walk towards me.”, Brian offered her a kind smile as he took several steps back and extended his hand towards her encouragingly.

 

Celeste began, but had to pause immediately overcome by a stream of giggles, then forcing herself to push through them, kept her arms to her sides as still as possible and walked, self-consciously aware that a silly smile filled her whole face. She had to bite her lip, but she managed to reach him without bursting into giggles, yet one look at his face made her crack up completely.

 

Still, he looked disappointed, and looked over at his brother, “She should not have been able to hold the laughter in that long. Perhaps we mixed the ingredients wrong…”

 

Dwyn chuckled, “No, you have both done an excellent job. My Banríona a bheith is simply more capable of self-control than most mortals, or immortals, even.”, he stroked her back and kissed her cheek admiringly, then turning to the twins added with a devious dare, “That doesn’t mean, however, that you shouldn’t take her self-control as a challenge. A good queen should always be challenged to improve her abilities and should you find ways to do so, you have my blessing, gentlemen.”

 

Celeste gasped, “Dwyn!”

 

Ignoring her, but playing up to the brothers’ eager glances, he took her arm and twirled her once, forcing her to feel the tickling feathers along her skin, “Laugh for me, mo ghrá! It’s the music we shall dance to tonight!”

 

Giggling, Celeste found herself delighted in being spun under Dwyn’s arm. Yet, each little stroke of scintillating feathers across her breasts, tiny leaves tantalizing her armpits, more feathers and leaves across her neck, sides, back….all crescendoed into one overwhelming sensation, sending Celeste cracking up harder and harder. Dwyn began to spin her back and forth between his arms, then between him and the brothers, each doing as much as they could to keep her laughing hysterically as they kept her dancing about the room between the three, sometimes squeezing a side, sometimes poking her tummy, and Dwyn kissing her shoulders, neck and arms. Tears began to form in her eyes as she spun and spun about, her head tossed back, long past begging, gasping, giggling and yet despite her pleading looks, the three men’s expressions returned hers only with looks of pure delight, egging her on with flirtatious encouragement... “Laugh my lovely!”, “Come on and lose it, my beauty!”, “Let that gorgeous smile explode over the world, beautiful!”

 

But soon, Celeste realized there was another pair of hands, and these were cooler than the rest….she recognized those hands and the chuckle which never failed to send her heart racing….blinking the tears out of her eyes, she found herself looking face to face with Alexander, his own looking back down adoringly at her, “I’ve said it before, mo cailín amaideach, your laughter is my ambrosia!”, he leaned down to kiss her lips deeply, taking her breath away, then stepping back, lifted her arm and spun her again. This time, when she stopped, she realized there was a circle of gorgeous men and women standing, all smiling with deep amusement at her ticklish situation.

 

“Oh, Alexander!”, one red headed female gushed, clapping delightedly, “She’s simply too adorable for words!”

 

A male vampire grinned, “What an enchanting laugh! You must let us take turns dancing with your bride!”

 

“Our bride.”, Alexander corrected, placing an arm around Dwyn while pulling Celeste to stand between them, “We share the heart of this giggly maiden!”

 

“Then the rumors are true”, a blonde female grinned as she toasted Celeste, her fangs flashing in the candlelight, “A modern woman has ensnared the hearts of our two favorite kings.”

 

Another male vampire added in a deep resonating voice, “How enchanting! Now that is a tale that should be told!”

 

“I hear she defeated Anu in battle.”, a female spoke admiringly.

 

“I hear she outwitted, Draí.”, another man spoke up.

 

“I hear she could move between worlds,” a woman added with an air of curiosity, “Is it possible that she did that, sires? A mere mortal?”

 

“I hear she snuck out past a vampire king and a fae king so she could go for a joy ride bungee jumping in spirals around Dwyn’s tower while tossing pastry at Loki and letting Cean Contúirteacha take the blame.”, another voice piped up.

 

The entire room turned to see the Norse Trickster god standing resplendently among the throng having obviously been disguised as a vaimpír, who just smirked back at the room, his own smile every bit as dangerous as their own fangs.

 

“I hear she locked up the Siren Queen in an iron room so that she could save the lives of her mentor and his fae muse by convincing a vampire to go out for Chinese food.”, a woman’s voice filled the room, and the crowd parted to reveal Cyryn looking back with a face full of amusement at Celeste.

 

“I hear she gave her royal lovers a heart attack by racing her motorcycle over a chasm in the road….and that was after rappelling out a window to escape where they’d stashed her away.”

 

Celeste looked over to see Ceann Contúirteacha winking at her, “Did you really think I’d miss this night, mo iarrthóir thrill taibhseach?”, he sauntered up to her, arms wide, embracing her in a hug, “Not for the wide world!”

 

Celeste giggled as he pulled her into an embrace and whispered, “Don’t think for one moment this will make me flirt with your heart any less, love. You’re still mine to kill with laughter and rapturous pleasure one day…”

 

“Yes, but not today.”, Cyryn was suddenly behind her and tickling her sides, whispering conspiratorially into Celeste’s ear, but loud enough for all immortals to hear, “And a queen shouldn’t wait for her last day on earth to become overwhelmed with ecstatic laughing fits….”

 

“I couldn’t agree more!”, David’s voice rang out, and Celeste turned to see him standing, the very picture of a prince at court, regal in every nuance, every gesture…but all done with a delightful wickedness blatantly evident on his face. He extended a hand towards her, “Before you are presented to the mortals, you are to be presented here, to the Hidden Court. For them it is ritual. For us”, he took her hand and pulled her to him, twirling her so she laughed from each teasing stroke of feather and soft leaves along her sides, neck and armpits, “It is pure magic!”, he let his voice ring out with such unapologetic elation that she blushed crimson.

 

He cupped her face in both hands and spoke to her as if she were the only one in the room, his blue eyes pulling her attention away from all the teasing stares and into his words, “You have only one responsibility tonight, my lovely. That is to enjoy yourself. You are not to overthink any of it. In fact, you shouldn’t bother thinking at all. Just let your grooms guide you.”

 

Then stepping back, he snapped his fingers and immediately Eric and Brian placed medallions over Alexander’s and Dwyn’s necks, held by willow branches woven into Celtic knot work, similar to hers, but more thickly braided. Each medallion was shaped like a hand in perfect mirror reflection of each other. Celeste recognized the hands as being similar to the ones she’d seen on a Celtic wedding band.

 

David placed his hand reassuring on her back and whispered in response to her thoughts, “Where do you think the Claddagh ring design came from, my dear? Most human traditions originate from legend, and we,” he gestured to all in the room while turning her to face the many faces in the room, “are the legends.”

 

“I wonder how your existence has informed the subconscious of mankind?”, Celeste wondered out loud, “Would Carl Jung have considered your existence a part of the collective soul expressed and animated? Or perhaps would…”

 

David placed a finger on her lips, silencing her, then trailing it down to her heart shot her a look of one sharing a secret, “Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart.”, he then tickled her sides and lifted her arms outward, making them both spin again while she kept staring in wonder at him, “Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”

 

Celeste realized he was quoting the trailblazing psychologist and looked up at David, marveling, which only made him laugh, “I took a lot of classes with the guy. Got a doctorate. He was pretty wise for a mortal and he taught me how to get into the heads of pretty women like yourself. He also said ‘we should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.’ In other words, for tonight, I am asking you to check your impressive brain at the door and give into the moment.” He flashed her a predatory smile, teasing with his fangs all the way evident, “This is the last time I will ask nicely. However, as I see your brain still cranking away behind those pretty brown eyes, struggling to analyze this or that, I will now demand not so nicely…”

 

Celeste shook her head as if nats were in her face, “I don’t understand. Now, when you say that you knew Carl Jung, do you mean you actually…”

 

David arched a playfully annoyed brow and immediately drums started from somewhere, turning, she saw a vaimpír blowing a horn, and the others begin to dance.

 

David pulled her towards him, singing,

 

A little less conversation, a little more action please

 All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me…”

 

He leaned in and nipped her blatantly on the neck, licking his lips, then tickling her when she opened her mouth to ask a question, sending her into a riot of laughter…

 

A little more bite and a little less bark…

 

Giggling, she struggled to fend off his hands as they dug into her sides, making her wiggle and end up tickling herself with the feathers and leaves woven across her body...

 

A little less fight and a little more spark…”

 

Celeste opened her mouth to protest through the laughter, but he kissed two fingers and placed them against her lips before touching the heart medallion around her neck and then moving her into a dance again, each move tickling more intensely as they moved about the floor…

 

Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me

Satisfy me baby…”

 

Celeste began to feel her heart race, as her giggling grew louder and louder with each twirl, lift, spin and movement across the floor. She struggled to maintain self-control, to focus on her thoughts, but the music mixed in with the thrill of being spun in a faster and faster pace, past what a human could do, made her heart race with an elation that made her laugh with pure giddiness. Realizing she was about to give in, she tried looking at his pin, a shield with a solitary pink rose engraved in it, straining to bring her consciousness back into focus. But David, seeing what she was trying to do, began to spin them both faster and faster, making it impossible for her to focus her eyes on anything and sung deeply as they rose higher and higher in the room, levitating above the ground as he leaned her back, making the dance even more thrilling…

 

 Baby close your eyes and listen to the music

 Drifting through a summer breeze

 It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it

 Come along with me and put your mind at ease…”

 

Celeste couldn’t help it….the thrill of the experience was competing only with the intensity of the tickling, culminating in a breathless giddiness that made her lose her breath and love every moment of it. Soon she found herself letting go and giggling out of shear enjoyment, making David’s smile grow as he spun her one last time and before she knew it, passed her into Loki’s arms. Levitating to catch her, the Norse trickster god smirked as Celeste gasped and began to ask how he knew to be there that night, when he spun them both, smoothly moving to the floor, then back up to the ceiling, causing her to fall back again into another tirade of laughter, the tears trickling down her cheeks as his own voice picked up the song…

 

 A little less conversation, a little more action please

 All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me…”

 

Then, just as smoothly, Celeste found herself dropped from the ceiling and caught in Ceann’s arms, who immediately nipped her neck before tickling her ruthlessly in his arms as he spun them both like a corkscrew from the floor back up to the ceiling…

 

 A little more bite and a little less bark

 A little less fight and a little more spark

 Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me

 Satisfy me baby…”

 

Celeste couldn’t do anything but laugh as she felt his hands tickle her through the thin fabric  of the dress, squeezing above her knees, along her sides, and digging into her tummy, making her squirm and tickle her own armpits, neck and breasts as a result. She was so caught up in the moment that she didn’t realize she had somehow ended up in Cyryn’s arms, who while appearing just as lithe and petite as Celeste, held her easily in her arms, tickling Celeste just as viciously, making her throw her head back with red faced laughter as her nails teased directly into Celeste’s sensitized armpits -

 

 Come on baby I'm tired of talking

 Grab your coat and let's start walking…”

 

The other immortals began chiming in, singing to Celeste as they shot her flirtatious looks when Cyryn danced Celeste between them…

 

 Come on, come on

 Come on, come on

 Come on, come on…

 Don't procrastinate, don't articulate

 Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around…”

 

Cyryn handed the breathlessly giggling mess Celeste had become back into  David’s arms, who lowered her feet back to the ground, singing with a flirtatious look of reprimand as he led her to Alexander and Dwyn’s arms, knowing every step tickled even worse now that her body was overly sensitized…

 

A little less conversation, a little more action please

 All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me…”

 

Alexander received Celeste into his arms and kissing her laughing lips deeply while tickling her sides, kept her moving to the music. Then pulling away sang while continuing to twirl her about and into Dwyn’s arms…

 

 A little more bite and a little less bark…”

 

Dwyn shot Celeste a grin that made her melt as he took her into his own arms and sang the next part of the song…

 

 A little less fight and a little more spark…”

 

With that last word, he waved his hand and the willow branches began to grow, their leaves to begin to move with their own spark of life, their buds growing more purple feathers and pink roses, all moving, as if sentient with one desire…to tickle his betrothed…making Celeste’s eyes widen in shock and then begin flooding with tears as she felt every ticklish part of herself teased at once.  She would have fallen if Dwyn and Alexander hadn’t moved to hold a side of her. But as they held her up, she opened her eyes to witness her own laughter, made physical, twinkling like a pink stardust, issuing from her lips into the air, then upon falling back onto her chest, seeming to seep back into her skin and physically warm her heart, making it glow and the heart medallion glow in turn.

 

A little less conversation, a little more action please

 All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me

 A little more bite and a little less bark

 A little less fight and a little more spark…”

 

Repeating the words of the song, Dwyn and Alexander moved closer to her, their own medallions also glowing, Dwyn’s a deep forest green and Alexander’s a deep vibrant red, and placed them next to Celeste’s, forming the Claddagh symbol of a heart held by two hands. The rest of the immortals moved in closer, singing as they formed a circle and Loki lifted part of the willow branches coming off her crown of roses, making them weave into each other with his magic into a full, living crown, which he then levitated over her head, whispering the solitary word, “Claddagh.” While the immortals continued to sing, sending Celeste teasing playful looks,

 

Come on, come on

 Come on, come on

 Come on, come on

 Don't procrastinate, don't articulate

 Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around….”

 

David beckoned for Ceann to come forward, and both of them touched their tongues to their fangs, pricking them briefly, then kissed the heart medallion around Celeste’s neck, making her jaw drop open as she saw it glow and like a magnet, pull both Dwyn’s and Alexander’s towards it, fitting perfectly. Chuckling Dwyn and Alexander playfully closed her mouth, each with a hand gently lifting her jaw, then took turns kissing her while the other sung the refrain again and again…

 

“Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me

 Satisfy me baby 

Satisfy me baby 

Satisfy me baby 

Satisfy me baby 

Satisfy me baby 

Satisfy me baby …”

 

With each kiss, Celeste swooned again and again, feeling pleasure move through her body, igniting her skin like a steadily growing electric current, that moved deeper down, down, down into her body with each kiss….

 

Celeste woke up with Brian waving his purple feathered fan over her face, grinning, “You made it to the seventh kiss!”

 

Celeste pushed herself up from the floor with her hands, giggling as the now animated leaves and feathers tickled away at every square centimeter in her armpits

 

Brian’s grin grew bigger at the sound, “God, you’re gorgeous like this! I see why you snared both kings, your highness!”

 

“Did I – did I actually faint?”, Celeste asked, rather annoyed with herself for doing something so ridiculous from a kiss.

 

Brian laughed, tickling her from time to time playfully with the feathers of his purple fan, making her give into laughing at herself, “You’re supposed to. Whatever the refrain ends up being, they repeat it and the bride gets kissed until she is literally swept off her feet. Aka, ‘swooning’.”

 

Celeste scowled, “That is so antiquated!”

 

“But you know you love it!”, Eric was behind her, tickling her sides as he helped her up.

 

“Staaahahahahahahahahahahap! Pleeeheeheeheeheeheeheeheease!”, Celeste squealed, jumping away from him while turning crimson again upon realizing how loud her squealing laughter had been.

 

Yet before she could even send the boys a look, Dwyn was behind her, squeezing her lovingly as he kissed her cheek, “What did I say, earlier, mo ghrá?”, he quipped, “A good queen should always be challenged to improve her abilities,” then winking at the brothers smirked, “Good job boys, you helped add beauty to the world!”, making Celeste blush again and try to hide her face by looking at the ground…

 

Seemingly out of nowhere, Alexander lifted her face back up and with eyes never leaving hers, kissed her deeply, receiving her embrace as Dwyn relaxed his own arms, the three locked in a hug for a good long minute.

 

“Okay, enough with the cuteness. I want to hear her squeal with laughter again. Better yet, I want to be the cause of it!”, Loki was suddenly there and standing with his palm outstretched, requesting a dance, his eyebrows wiggling, “Afterall, I need to test the success of our youngest protégés!”, he eyeballed Brian and Eric who grinned back delightedly.

 

 Dwyn nodded at Loki and pulling away from Celeste smiled down into her eyes, “Mo ghrá, you must dance with all immortals who request it tonight. That is the tradition.”

 

Celeste looked closer and saw that Loki’s cufflinks were made of pink diamonds, recalling what David had told her.

At that moment, the curtains to what she had assumed covered tall windows opened and an audience stood, giving all the immortals a standing ovation, obviously having watched the ceremony and thought it all a performance.

 

David sent the crowd a wicked grin and levitating up and out towards the crowd to their utter delight, smiled, revealing his fangs, while seeming to manifest a deep pink venetian mask in his hand. Then placing on his face where it covered only his eyes and nose, reached out into the audience and pulled up a blushing, giggling young girl into his arms. The audience roared, applauding, thinking it was all a magic act as she was lifted into the air with him and swirled around twice while he proceeded to tickle her into a helpless squirming mess of giggles, then kissing her while she still struggled, set her back down gently on the ground, immediately turning to audience with a devious glint shooting out from where his eyes were revealed, arms spread wide, “Welcome, my lovelies, to the Order of The Pink Rose’s annual Black, White and Pink Ball! May you find the many mysteries hidden here as delectable as each of you are this evening!”, he licked his fangs lasciviously, making all the mortal women in the room swoon, and quite a few immortal women as well, before adding in a deep, over-the-top sultry voice, “We are eager to dine on your laughter tonight!”

 

Then so fast, he seemed to disappear, he was on the other side of the room in a blink, along with the other immortals, each having donned on a Venetian styled pink mask and grinning just as lasciviously as David at the room.

 

The red haired vaimpír who’d gushed over Celeste smirked at the crowd while speaking in a stage-whisper, “Tickle, tickle, tickle, my lovelies….”

 

The male vaimpír who’d asked to dance with Celeste earlier cocked his head to the side from a perch on a box seat and sung out, low and teasing, “There will be no escape tonight….”

 

At that cue, music started up from somewhere and the immortals dashed into the crowd, picking their dance partners who quickly fell into helpless laughter as they were danced across the floor. Yet for all their pleading, squealing and hysterical laughter, their eyes belied the fact they were loving every minute of it as much as the immortals feeding off their energy.

 

“Ahem, my dear….”, Celeste heard Loki’s voice near her ear, “I believe you owe me a dance!”

 

Strong hands pulled her close, teasing eyes watched her every expression, no matter how subtle, as his mischievous fingers danced across her body while levitating her up and around the stage.

 

Dwyn and Alexander looked on, smiling, from their thrones as they accepted drinks from Brian and Eric, each attending to the needs of one of the kings, amused with the knowledge the humans believed it all to be an act while in fact the ritual was an ancient one. They savored the expressions of delight from mortals and immortals alike, nourished by the waves of helpless laughter flooding over them…especially Celeste’s as any semblance of her self-control fell apart in Loki’s hands….they’d use the energy gained from the night to entertain their beloved even more thoroughly back at David’s later…  




Continued in Chapter 19 located at: fav.me/d8ej52g
Continued from Chapter 17 ( fav.me/d8ckefe )

FYI- the song here was most famously performed by Elvis and is titled "A Little Less Conversation"

Chapter 18 Scene - The Black, White and Pink Ball by TicklishAndInLove 

(continued in chapter 19 located at fav.me/d8ej52g ) 
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I will admit that Eric and Brian are exactly the types of 'Lers that I would genuinely be anxious about - even moreso than a vampire/siren, go figure - and wouldn't trust to tickle me. To me, there's a difference between playful sadism (especially when the 'Ler can sense how far to push it with their captive), and the sadism used to break and control another person.

That being said, I still enjoyed their methods in this chapter. I wonder where I can get some of that powder... :giggle:
It was also really awe-inspiring to see just how far Celeste has come, to earn so much respect from so many people and especially Fae.

Wonderful descriptive dialogue and settings as usual. The tickling and erotica is both wonderfully sexy and very fascinating to read.

And that line of David's near the end... I would likely be swooning too :iconblushuplz: