Fairy Tail Tickle Novels & Stories

Belle stared closer, and she tapped my cheeks, “Mummy?” I didn't answer. Her fingers trailed their way down to my tummy and before I could comprehend what she intended to do, she started tickling me. I tried to still feign being asleep, I really tried. But the moment her fingers trailed higher, I couldn't help it at all, a hearty laughter slipped from my lips and I reached for her hands, “Oh my God, Belle.” Her eyes shone brighter as I opened my eyes and her smile was all cheeks and teeth.

Stepped closer, close enough to feel her warmth. “Seriously, Darcelle. You don't have to baby me. But this? This is perfect.” Her laugh bubbled up, light and real, as I reached out and tickled her sides. Light at first, then relentless, fingers dancing under her ribs. She squealed, twisting away but not really trying, lilies tumbling from my hand onto the rug in a scatter of petals. “Josh! Stop. haha-the sushi!”I pinned her gently against the wall, still tickling until tears of laughter streaked her cheeks, her body shaking against mine.

She followed my words and closed her eyes. I started cleaning her face with water but damn I’m afraid even to touch her because she's is so soft and small. I’m afraid if my nails touch her skin. "Hey don't move." I screamed in frustrate when she moving her face left and right. "I can't do anything it's ticklish." She giggled. Ticklish! Is she really silly! I stopped my hand when my thumb touched her lower lip. I have never seen her so close but she is so beautiful.

He laughed "Why do you call her Flufftail anyway?" "Because she is, she wagged tail at you pretty quickly didn't she?" "You call her Flufftail because she fell in love with me?" "Yes!" Ray felt that bubbly feeling in his gut again "Ok, so? If you're the one that got away, what is the third personality she has?" "A man eater" "Man eater?" "Yes, she has a taste for human flesh" Ray swallowed "Are you serious?" Tala smiled "Yes, and me, I just happen to have a taste for vampire flesh, fascinating isn't it?"

Not a super well known fact by many, but I’m ridiculously ticklish and the spontaneous reminder definitely altered my earlier stance on keeping quiet about what I was feeling. “Pfftt....HEY! Hahahahaha c’mon, fine! Fine, just hehehehehe STOP! Don’t tickle ME! That’s hahahahaHAHA so FUCKED!” I squeezed my eyes shut and howled with laughter. Nimble fingers poked and prodded all over my midsection mercilessly, leaving me defenseless against the attack. She wouldn’t cut it out, and for some reason that pushed me into a strange realm of confused fondness.

Laura POV I leave Luther and walk back to our small castle in the middle of the fairy tribe lands. The small tinks follow me and tease me as I walk back to tell my parents about the invites. "Did you kiss him, Laura?" one of the tinks jokes with me. "Go away!" I scream at the annoying little creature.

he said portentously. The kids cheered as The Great Phellatio stood behind Claire and slid his hands inside the sheet from each side. Claire's eyes widened as his hands rested on her flat toned stomach briefly before he began to gently tickle her sides. She began to wriggle and chuckle as he tickled her harder for a while and then drew in a sharp breath as his hands wandered up her body to lightly caress her full high breasts, all unseen by the audience under the sheet. This certainly felt very different to the children's frenetic tickling. It was more like stroking, fondling even. But, she supposed, it was magic tickling after all. He began to squeeze her breasts more firmly causing her to

I shriek in surprise as a warm flush of joy and relief rushes over me. “Laughing at me, huh?” Bailey sounds daunting. I’m down on the ground, stuck between his meaty legs while laughing tears. His grim face is above me, and his lips turn into an unrelenting smirk. Dread awakens within me, and then I burst out laughing when he tickles my sides. “Noooo!” Lily and Frankie shake their heads at us. “Come on, Frankie, let’s leave the lovebirds alone,” I want to object to Lily’s words but find myself unable to speak because the psychopath named Bailey tickles me as if his life depended on it.

She started laughing, breathless, until Riri did something even naughtier — gliding beneath her clothes with a slow, sinuous crawl. Aria giggled, squirming slightly. "Riri… you're being playful again." She still had no idea Riri wasn't just a familiar or a stray — she was a goddess like her. Riri continued to fool around, coiling her cool body around Aria's stomach, brushing against her breasts, circling one nipple with a teasing flick. Aria let her, breathing fast, until a moan escaped her lips. "Stop — Riri, you're really naughty… tickling me like that."

I squeal more as he roughly messes my hair again, to remind me that he will, because he’s evil and has no scruples. “Okaayy … Okaayy!” I wail, knowing this is futile. Arrick has many forms of torture when he is being playful, and he isn’t against pinning me on the floor with my arms under his legs, to tickle me to squealing hysteria again. “Number one?” Arrick repeats loudly. I have nothing else to do but answer him when he’s like this, knowing he will just keep tormenting me till I yield. I’m more afraid of the tickling than this, and I do not have the energy for that kind of hell.