You climb onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. Leaning over, you place both your hands on either side of her taut stomach. You can feel the musculature of her abs under the soft silver fur. Sub-Commander Wura continues to silently glare at you, although you think you can see a curious and concerned look in her sky-blue eyes. With a grin, you curl your fingertips and slowly drag them down her stomach, dragging along her fine fur and feeling her stomach tense underneath your touch.
"What are you doing?" the Yathi asks in a rushed voice, her face tensing as she tries not to react to what you're doing. "Stop that! Don't touch me!" Her eyes dart between your face and your fingers, as she tries to keep her body from betraying her, from giving away her secret. But unfortunately for her, you already know.
"I wanted to talk, and I wanted to ask for your help." You tell her calmly, as your fingers slide down her stomach agonizingly slowly, something Wura is clearly trying very hard to ignore. "But you wouldn't even listen to me. So I'm going to do this until you start feeling a little more cooperative. Unless you're willing to listen to me now?" You arch your eyebrow at her, a gesture that's probably lost on the alien, who doesn't seem to notice your skepticism.
"Rrr, I have nothing to say to you, Erimosi pawn! Let me g-ehehehee!" Your fingers had reached the end of their patient journey, getting to her waistline. Then they had started back up again, this time raking against the grain of her fur. This was too much for the Yathi to control without laughing, as you feel her lower belly ripple under your touch. She begins to giggle, a very pleasant sound to your ears. Her face contorts into a wide grin, and aside from the row of sharp, pointy teeth, it's a pleasant expression. If you could get Wura to be nicer to you, she'd probably be pleasant company. At least she wouldn't be hard on the eyes.
But it'll take more than one little tickle to get her to that point, you realize. And honestly, you don't want to stop so soon. Your fingers scratch up her belly, and then repeating the process. Down and up her stomach, your tickling increasing in speed with each movement. Wura tosses her head back, trying in vain to control herself, snickers and chortles slipping past her lips continuously. Your fingers idly zigzag their way up and down her belly, with all the patience in the world. Enoa, the Erimosi doctor, wasn't lying, Wura really is ticklish! It probably doesn't help that she's tied down without any means of defending herself, her body stretched out for you to play with.
You skitter your fingers along her waistline, just above the green medical garment that might as well be underwear. It seems to be a particularly effective spot on Wura, as her hips buck and her laughter ratchets up a notch. You linger there, tickling in a quick, constant pace, watching her with a grin. "Nahahahahaha! No stahahahahap! Plehehehease nohohoho!" Wura sputters between fits of laughter.
Please? Well, you seem to be making some progress if she's willing to ask nicely. "Are you willing to cooperate? Can we talk like civilized sentients now?" You ask her pointedly, without stopping the tickling. You don't want to give her a chance to recover her resolve, and honestly you've found a very fun spot to exploit. Wura doesn't respond, just lying back and continuing the writhe and laugh. You feel like you're close to getting her, just a little more...
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