The two creatures gazed over the tied up figures of their giggling victims. Both Da Ji and Nu Wa remained trapped in an illusion of tickling each other, courtesy of their hovering captor. Its partner turned towards it, nodding at the cautionary measure as it began recovering discarded weapons. "Shall we begin transporting them? The trek back to the dungeons is a long one."
"You shall be going no where, fiends of Tickledema." A soothing male voice spoke out. Stepping into the lush forest clearing, a male and female figure blocked the path. From their unique outfits and heavenly aura, anyone would be hard-pressed not to herald them from the Mystic clan. The female figure raised an arm, the long sleeves covering it flapping with her movement. "That's right! We're here to stop you! On the names of Sanzhang and Shennong, we will not allow you to harm anyone else!"
"Harm? But all we've done is provide them with a little fun. Here, look at your friend." Tilting Nu Wa's mirthful face upwards, a plea of help could be seen behind her flowing tears. "If anything, it looks like this divine toy is just begging for more."
"Unhand her, you brute!" Sanzhang cried out. The brunette dashed foward, uncaring for her companion's shouts to stop.
"We must assess the situation first, Sanzhang! Ugh... Why do I even bother." Drawing his whip, the handsome male followed his partner's assault. Sleeves and whips crackling against skin in tandem, the four-armed creature grunted in pain, slowly backing away from the giggling duo on the floor.
"It's working. Just a little more, Shennong!" Sanzhang whipped her sleeves once against bruised red skin. The monk's battle dance forced her opponent to bring its guard up, all four hands vainly blocking more of her skin from being painfully flayed. Sensing a constant rhythm in the dancer's movements, the creature gave a sickening grin before shooting out with one of its hands, deftly grabbing both of the female mystic's sleeves before hauling her in to the air with a squeal.
"Let her go, you mud-filled doll!" Shennong stepped forth, his whip cracking against the monster's sides. Attempting to make do without his main strengths of medicinal creation, the situation simply wasn't favoured towards the divine sovereign before, he too, was pulled into the air beside Sanzhang through the creatures counter-attack. With the mystic's whip tangled around his own wrists, both divines shared a look of concern as the creature flourished a phoenix's feather in either of its two remaining hands. Where or when had it procured such a heavenly object was beyond their knowledge. "Ready to laugh like your friend did, immortals?"
"Do your worst, we can take it!" Sanzhang defiantly said. The creature gave a savage grin, before beginning its teasing. Softly wiggling the feathers underneath their noses and necks, cute sneezes and boyish grunts filled the glade as both divines experienced the agonizingly ticklish tool for the first time. "Such delicious noises. Will your giggles be any better?"
"Your attempts at torture have no effect on us, creahahahahahaaaa!" Shennong found himself forced to chuckle with boyish giggles. The feather trailed a ticklish path along the center of his chest before returning to his neck. Even through his robes, he felt the fronds licking against his bare skin as if nothing was covering his body. "No effect? Did we mention our master procurred these feathers for a special reason?"
"How about you girl? Will you fare any better than this boy?" Satisfied as it forcefully extracted more snickers from the male mystic with another feathery lap, their tormentor turned towards a fuming Sanzhang. Dipping the other phoenix plume into the female's baggy pants, the brunette couldn't hold back her giggles when the feather swept a ticklish line along her navel. "Come oneehheheheeehee! This isn't fahahahhhaahaair at all!"
"Nothing is fair in war. Or would you like any lesson?" The creature gently taunted. Pulling one side of Shennong's obi open with a hand, the two hands quickly got to work. Lightly circling around the male's exposed nipple with one plume, the other tool gingerly dipped in and out of Sanzhang's belly button. With both boyish and girlish giggles now filling the meadow, the creature smirked at seeing both divine's twisted smiles. "How is that? Is this heavenly enough for both?"
"Is this your woohohohooorst? Nu Waahhahahahaa's lectures keehehheeept me awaahahahhaaaake more than you eeehehehehheeever could!" Sanzhang taunted back through her bubbly giggles. Peeved at the brunette's words, the creature roughly threw the male onto the ground, freeing up an extra hand.
"Before I deliver you to my master, you will wish for the quick release of death." One hand still holding the female monk aloft, another pulled the front of her pants while a third hand dusted the ticklish plume into her navel once more. With the last hand making crazed circles along her trembling belly, the female divine's giggles quickly turned into fullblown laughter with both her sensitive midriff and taut stomach exploited to their full potential. No matter how hard she kicked or screamed, her tormentor didn't even give her the benefit of drawing a single breath. Eventually, the creature tossed the heaving toy onto the ground, the divine still weakly giggling as she curled into a ball with arms wrapped around her stomach.
"Don't think you can escape so easily, boy." Barely managing to grab something from his bag, Shennong forced himself to keep calm as he was brought into the air once more. Face to face with the creature's leer and multiple hands and feathers, even he wondered how long his immortal stamina would hold out. "Is this your goal, monster? To torture the daylights of any living being?"
"Not all. Just the fun ones, starting with you," The creature said. It toyed with the male mystic's nipples, a feathery plume dusting both uncovered and covered areola. In response, Shennong yelled in hoarse laughter. The phoenix's materialistic properties made it so that even if it made indirect contact against his sensitive flesh, the results still felt as bad as if he were stark naked. His tormentor's final free hand voraciously squeezed whatever remaining laughter he had from his ribs, spidering the inside of his robes like a well-versed musician.
"That's enough, demon! This monk will not let you harm her friends any further!" Sanzhang leapt from behind the creature, her sleeves barely hanging onto their tormentor's stout neck. Her ragged breathing paled in comparison to the victorious chuckle in her ears. "Is that so? What could a ticklish toy like you do, after being broken?"
"Provide a distraction!" Exchanging a look with a flustered Shennong, the female mystic released her hold just as her companion threw the bag he had barely managed to stow away. With its contents released onto the red skinned female, purple powder clung to its large body. "What is this? A petty trick of you mystics?"
"Not a trick. This, my friend, is a gamble." Experiencing a searing sensation, the creature let out a howl before releasing its quarry. Landing in a heap on the ground, the wisened male took a moment to catch his breath before continueing. "This is a rare chi-dispersing herb I've managed to discover down the mountains. It would usually be used in small pinches, but I gandered you were merely a chi-infused doll. By grinding up a large amount of these plants, the results can clearly be seen on your physique."
Yelling out in agony, the creature's four arms desperately tried to scratch the powder off. No matter how hard or fast she tried, the sticky substance clung to more of her body with every movement. "This can't be! A trick! This has to be a parlor trick of you cursef humans! We djinn cannot be defeated by the likes of you!"
Letting out a final cry, the female's form crumbled into dust. With only a pile of dried clay signifying her previous existence, Shennong let out a sigh of relief while taking a hold of the sleeve offered to him. "You have much to learn, Sanzhang. But... you have my gratitude."
"To hear that from the wise Shennong. It must be my lucky day!" Sanzhang said. The girl showed a smile of relief, before turning to their third companion. "Nu Wa! We're coming over to untie you!"
A look of insistence on the tied mystic's face, along with a bundle of cut ropes lying next to her, was too late to warn them of the escaped threat. Saddling up behind Shennong, the male felt a musky breath tickling his ear. "How long has it been, Shennong? Are you ready to accept my advances?"
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