Karmilla peaks her head through the open window to get a quick scan of the room. The room was very barren of furniture, only sporting a large black carpet on the floor and three treasure chests sitting in the back corner of the room. “Bingo!” Karmilla whispered excitedly those treasure chests might hold some of the ingredients she needs. “I need to be as sneaky as possible if I want to avoid alerting anyone who lives here” Karmilla said as her broom slowly entered the room allowing Karmilla to touch her heels to the carpeted floor as quietly as possible. Karmilla had never had any interactions with Vampires before but a feeling in her stomach told her that it would definitely be a hairy situation.
At the thought of “hairy situations” Karmilla pondered if werewolves lived in this castle too. From the outside the castle seemed big enough to house multiple nocturnal guests, She then realized would be trespassing into a community of freaks, ghouls and nightmare creatures.
Her imagination went wild as she thought of ghosts goosing her ribs from behind. Dislocated hands jumping at her from the shadows scrambling all over her thighs. Mummies binding her arms and legs with smelly old cloth and suspending belly down over a den of fuzzy spiders. A strong patchwork creature holding her hands above her head with one hand and sucking in her stomach to avoid its giant lazy finger from entering her hyper ticklish navel. A shiver ran up her spine as she clasped her arms around her chest and stomach snapping her back to reality. “T-That stuff won't happen. I'm a powerful witch who can easily defend herself from any measly monster” Karmila whispered to herself encouragingly.
Karmilla's hands snapped to her sides as she pumped her fists and got back on track. ‘Those treasure chests aren't going to check themselves’ she thought and confidently strode towards the closest chest which had basic wooden design. She opened it and only found some gold and colorful jewels inside. While they were enticing she didn't want to take anything that wasn't essential since she didn't have enough carrying space. She closed the chest and scooted to the right to check the next chest, there were three in the room and this was the second made with a darker wood and studded with silver. Opening it up revealed a small pink fuzzy object as big as a quarter. Karmilla gazed at the object with intrigue before it started to move like it was waking up rolling over to reveal one big black beady eye and a small smile that look drawn on its pink fur.
Karmilla let out a small gasp at how cute it was and covered her mouth in shock and awe. The pink Buffalo smiled wider before exclaiming “MAMA!” in a childish high pitched voice.
“W-what?” Karmilla responded confused but before she could question further the puffball bounced out of the chest and landed between the exposed cleavage on Karmilla's chest giving her a loving snuggle between her bosom.
“EEE–”
Karmilla instantly clasped her hands around her mouth to prevent the ticklish squeal from alerting anybody in the castle but struggled to contain her laughter as the fuzzball continued to spin and swirl between her large breasts. Karmilla's face was turning pink from holding her breath and she tried to dislodge the fuzzball by exerting her ticklish reaction and shaking her melons from side to side. The fuzzball started to slide deeper into her cleavage and with a final vertical bounce that almost dislodged them from her corsette the fuzzball slid through her underboobs.
Karmilla had a second to take a breath and calm her giggles before she immediately slapped her hand back over her mouth when a new ticklish sensation gave from her hypersensitive innie bellybutton. The fuzzball had quickly slid down her belly and landed in her bellybutton where its rested deep beneath the rim swirling against the walls and core of her navel. Karmilla's face was red as she was barely able to contain her laughter as the fuzzball continued its assault on her core, giggling to itself like a child.
Snrks and squeals started to leak through the dam of her hands as her hips squirmed from side to side causing her boob's to jiggle in tandem. She needed to do something but thinking was difficult in this situation. Her broom was still in the room with her so she decided she would check the final chest and fly through the window, enduring the navel torment of the fuzzball the entire time. Removing one hand from her mouth ,causing Her face to get even redder in restraint, she put her weight on her elbow and rolled towards the final chest which was the biggest of the three and had a purple rotted look to it.
Luckily, As she rolled the fuzzball fell out of her bellybutton and landed on the carpet floor still Spinning in circles unaware of the absence of its host. The red color slowly drained from her face she quickly recovered stifling some giggles “I don't care what's in here I'm taking it as compensation for the furry tick harassing my bellybutton” she said exasperated.
Karmilla quickly opened the chest which opened with ease despite being bigger than the other two. A little too easily…
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