Spooktacular Tale

artwork by callmeplisskin

Naughty Nights and Kinky Tales Story #4

A spooky story of Prim and Tia (and friends) by Wyland

Prim and Tia once more stood before a large manor. The full moon glowed over the spires of the towers on either side. The gate creaked and banged in the wind.

“So, why’re we here, again?” Tia asked, eyeing the spooky manor with distrust.

“You know why, Hot-Tits,” Prim said. “You followed the trail to it, after all.”

Tia nodded. “Yes, their trail does lead here.” She gestured to prints in the soil, visible by the light of the moon. “I just mean – why are we at another horrible-looking manor house at night?”

Prim giggled. “Well, ’tis the season, they say.”

“Hrmph. Well, I suppose there is nothing for it. Only this time, we don’t go separate ways. Got it?”

“You are so sexy when you are serious,” Prim said with a grin.

“Would you focus?” Tia asked, blushing.

“I am always focused around my Hot-Tits. In fact, I am the particularly perfect picture of focus. There are none who can focus with such intensity and precision as I can.” She stared intently at Tia, then giggled.

Shaking her head, Tia sighed. She began walking to the door. “Let’s just get this over with. I doubt the village’s kidnapped maidens would be thrilled with us dilly-dallying.”

“Perhaps,” Prim said thoughtfully. “Perhaps they would rather we take our time, after all.”

“Yeah, I doubt they’re as naughty as you.”

“Naughty? Me? Why, I never – ”

“ – miss a chance to confirm it,” Tia finished for her.

“Precisely.”

They arrived before the door. Tia opened it. Naturally, the hinges squeaked menacingly all the way.

“Nice atmosphere,” Tia said before stepping inside.

---

“So, you two just walked right into a spooky manor at night?” Bree asked.

“Of course!” Prim said.

“After all, there’s probably sexy trouble inside,” Evie said.

“Exactly,” Tia said, rolling her eyes and having a drink.

---

Tia reached back and pulled Prim ahead of her. “Hot-Tits?”

“Last time, everything went wrong once I lost sight of you,” Tia said. “I’m keeping you in sight.”

Prim shook her hips. “You just want to stare at my exquisite ass.”

Tia rolled her eyes. “I reckon it would be pointless to tell you to be serious. Just go on.”

“Right!” Prim said brightly. “It only makes sense I lead the way, after all!”

“Why is that?”

“Because I make for irresistible bait!”

“Wait, is that something you’re proud of?” Tia asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow.

“Naturally!” Prim said merrily. “Not everyone makes for such tempting, fascinating, alluring, and potent bait as myself! Why do you think I keep myself made up all the time?” She fussed with her hair flame as she walked. “I would be offended if I was passed over for the opportunity to distract, mislead, and bewilder with my amazing appeal and simply enchanting beauty and unparalleled temptation!

“You know, I do believe I have charmed more would-be attackers than I can count. Let me see, I know there were the goblins … well, several times there were goblins.” She giggled. “They seem to always want to tie us down and have their fun way with us! But, more than goblins, I have enraptured pirates, entranced cultists ….”

She trailed off thoughtfully. “You know, normally you have made some sort of rude comment by now, Hot-Tits. Whatever is the matter?”

She turned to find herself alone.

“Hot-Tits?” she asked. Silence answered her.

“Piss biscuits,” she muttered.

---

“So, you got yourself captured while Prim babbled?” Elspeth asked Tia.

“More or less,” the warrior said.

“Such seems to happen to you often,” Aya noted.

“More or less,” Tia said again, shrugging and having another drink.

---

Prim warily searched the ground floor of the manor. She passed ornate stairs heading upwards, knowing there were another two floors and likely an attic above. Walking into a kitchen, she came across stairs leading to a basement. A strange odor filled her nostrils.

“That cannot be good,” she said to no one. “Of course, that is where everyone will be.”

She stood a moment longer, considering avoiding downstairs for now. Instead, she quietly stepped down them.

At the bottom, she found a hallway with several doors. As she passed each door, she put her ear to it. Inside three, she could hear muffled pleadings and knew at least one maiden was inside.

She came to the end of the hallway. A larger door with strange, disquieting symbols on it greeted her. She tried to sort out the symbols, but could not recognize them. She only knew the message they conveyed could not be good for any visitor who found herself inside.

She put an ear to the door. Yes, someone was inside.

Feeling a powerful sense of dread, Prim gulped and pulled the door open.

On the other side, she saw Tia held aloft in the air by several tentacles which stretched out of a glowing portal in the center of the room. They had wrapped themselves around Tia’s limbs, holding her secured despite the warrior’s thrashing struggles. And they were not opposed to playing with the naked gnome. On the contrary,
one tentacle had wrapped itself loosely, playfully around her neck before thrusting itself into her mouth where it presently resided. Meanwhile, two others were stroking Tia’s crotch and backside, their intentions quite clear.

Prim observed all of this in a mere glance. In less than a second, she had let loose a high-pitched scream of horror and revulsion and slammed the door shut.

She turned and put her back against the door, panting as her terror threatened to overwhelm her completely.

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“You didn’t just leave her, did you?” Aya asked.

“I most certainly did not!” Prim answered indignantly.

Tia chuckled. “No, most certainly not.”

“Do not give away the ending, Hot-Tits.”

Tia made a twirling motion with a finger, as if saying “get on with it, then.” And Prim did.

---

Trembling, Prim turned back to the door and took hold of the handle. Taking a deep breath, she carefully opened it a crack and peered in.

She quickly closed it back with a huge shudder. She brushed herself off as if ridding herself of the tentacles’ slime.

“Get a hold of yourself, Prim,” she muttered. “Your Hot-Tits needs you!” Her face hardened with resolve.

And quickly switched to despair. “Tentacles!” she said with another shudder. “Why did it have to be tentacles, though?”

She slapped herself, twice. “Focus!” And focus she did, bringing the entire force of her will to stop her trembles and control her expression. She smiled a sultry smile and thrust out a hip as she pulled open the door.

The tentacles stroked Tia much more intimately than before. She still had fight in her, though her situation was clearly hopeless, as her thrashing did little more than wear her out.

Prim noticed Tia now had blotches of sticky white liquid on her face. She very nearly lost control and fled at the realization of just what the substance was. Her determination held, however, and she strode in, head held high, hips swaying.

“And just what is this?” she asked in a sultry voice, tilting her head and cocking an eyebrow.

Tia, finally spotting her, tried to cry out but, with the appendage in her mouth, could do little more than gurgle unintelligibly. Meanwhile, other tentacles rushed at Prim.

The bard held out a finger and waggled it. “Tut-tut, boys,” she said. Her response confused the tentacles, which halted and idly squirmed in front of her. “Do you not realize you are playing the game wrong?” she asked. “You saw me earlier. I fled. You were supposed to chase.” She crossed her arms sternly. “You did not chase.”

The tentacles now intertwined and rubbed each other in consternation – which was fortunate, for they missed Prim grimace at her own words before quickly recovering.

“It is okay,” she said with another wink. The tentacles unwound hopefully. She held out a hand toward the nearest one. “We can always play a different game. I know so many. I think you will love this one…”

She stroked two fingers down the tentacle, her fingers playfully brushing it. The tentacle quivered. “My, you are a sensitive boy,” she said, stroking it again.

Other tentacles swiftly wrapped around her legs and waist, as if eager to sample a succulent treat. “Now, now,” she playfully chided as a pair of tentacles pushed and nudged each other, each hungry to get to her first. “Behave,” she told them, putting her other hand between them. She let the first tentacle go in order to run her hands up and down them at the same time.

Prim felt confident the tentacles were all connected to the same creature, despite their seeming infighting. While Prim would never honestly claim expertise with tentacle creatures, she knew their appendages often behaved as if they had minds of their own. She believed it added to the creature’s pleasure to have a measure of individuality with each tentacle.

She felt a wave of revulsion at the thought of these hated things feeling pleasure at her touch. The tentacles near her hesitated, and she knew they sensed her reluctance.

I am going to fail Hot-Tits, she thought in despair. She tried to focus, but her mind kept retreating from what she knew she must do. She could not carry through with it, after all. We will become toys to this thing, and it is my fault…. She shut her eyes tight, hopelessness ready to crash over her.

In desperation, her mind ran through various memories of encounters in which she had to use her sexual appeal to emerge victorious. Playing along with Lord … whatever his name was when he had poisoned Tia. Showing Grumpy Grump’s clientele the error of their ways. Giving an entire goblin village – okay, a hunting party – blow jobs in exchange for both parties going their separate ways after a grimling had wandered into the mix. Oh, she remembered how impressed they had been. She undoubtedly would be a legend in their village.

In her mind’s eye, she saw the six goblins standing together looking unimpressed. One raised a hand chest high, palm down, and gave it a twist back and forth. “Meh.”

Suddenly, a surge of fury coursed through her. Her vanity had been offended beyond measure. Meh? MEH? They DARE rate me – PRIM – so poorly? They think I am anything less than amazing, astounding, and magnificient?

---

Prim slammed her mug down, startling everyone. “Those lousy, rotten, no-good … ” She clenched her teeth and stopped talking.

“Umm, how dare they,” Millie said.

“Exactly!” Prim shouted. “Oh, I have never been so – ”

Tia punched her upper arm. “Just get on with it, silly.”

Rubbing her arm and eyeing Tia in annoyance, Prim continued the tale.

---

She opened her eyes. The tentacles had progressed onto her, having apparently given up on her game and now ready to just take her as a toy. One had wrapped around her chest above and below her breasts and was clearly aiming to enjoy the pleasures between them. Another was snaking its way beneath her waistband behind her, pulling her garment nearly to the point of tearing. She reached back and took hold of it, pulling it around and hitching a smile on her face again.

“You have exquisite tastes,” she told it, her voice seductive once again. The tentacles all hesitated again upon hearing the tone of her voice. “However, there is no need to be so rude and ruin a lady’s clothes, now, is there? No, I thought not. Be good boys and take care of them, would you?”

They responded eagerly, pulling at her clothes to peel them off her, freeing her limbs to do so. In moments, she stood naked, a single tentacle wrapped around her waist. Once again, she thrust her hip out, hand on it. She leaned forward, her bared breasts bouncing tantalizingly. The others hovered close, as if staring, making circles in the air in anticipation.

“Now, which of you is most deserving of my … special attentions?” she asked.

The tentacles’ circular motions became frantic. Some bumped into one another and started shoving and intertwining in anger. Prim allowed it to continue for a few seconds, then put a finger to her lips in thought.

“Hmm, decisions, decisions,” she said, stretching out the moment. Then she twisted and firmly grabbed one in both hands. “I believe we have a winner,” she said softly.

And, closing her eyes, she pulled it into her mouth. She began sucking and slurping, her hands moving up and down the tentacle. It quivered and pushed deeper into her, and she moaned into it.

After several seconds, she opened an eye to see the other tentacles hanging still in the air. She pulled the one out of her mouth. “That would be the signal to play, boys,” she said with a wink.

All at once, they pounced. They wrapped around her limbs and torso. She felt them rubbing against her in places she would much rather not think a tentacle would ever come near. The one she had focused on insistently pushed toward her lips. She smiled at it and opened her mouth, pulling it back in again, letting it plunge even deeper into her throat as she worked it over.

And then all the tentacles shook horribly as a high-pitched shriek of pain pierced the room. The appendages withdrew from her. Prim opened her eyes with a big grin, knowing what she would see.

For Tia had used the creature’s attentions on Prim to get herself loose. She had promptly tied two tentacles together in a tight knot.

“There’s worse for the rest of you!” she snarled, picking up her club from the floor nearby.

The battle commenced, Tia bludgeoning the tentacles anytime they got near. Prim found herself forgotten as the tentacles desperately tried to reestablish control over the furious warrior with no success. Soon enough, with several bent and bruised tentacles, the creature pulled them all back into the portal, which winked out of existence with an unceremonious pop.

Tia, panting with exertion, turned to look at Prim. They stared at one another for a moment. “Nicely done,” the warrior finally said.

Prim opened her mouth to speak. Instead, she let out a shriek of horror, then brushed herself once again as if still in the grasp of the tentacles. She turned and dashed madly out the door, up the stairs, and out of the manor.

---

Back at the tavern, Prim let out a shudder of revulsion and fell silent. The others shared looks, half impressed and half amused.

“So, you defeated the tentacles,” Evie said.

“Yes, she did,” Tia confirmed.

“Quite bravely, too,” Millie added.

“Yes, indeed. Bravely right out the door,” Elspeth said.

“And bravely naked,” Bree added.

“Is there any other way with Prim?” Aya asked. She began laughing. The others could not help themselves and joined in.

Prim fumed, her arms crossed tightly. “Oh, ha-ha,” she said grumpily. “Laugh all you like – ”

“We are,” Laressa said, and they all laughed harder. Prim rolled her eyes and settled on drinking in what she apparently considered a dignified silence while they laughed themselves out.

“How long did you run, anyway?” Alynnya asked after they settled down.

“A couple of hours,” Tia said. “I dressed, gathered up her clothes, found and freed the maidens – basically, all of the work – oh, and knocked out and tied up a few kidnappers who came over to see what the fuss was about. I then chased her down. I only managed to catch up because she had to rest her tender feet.”

The laughter promptly resumed. This time, Prim joined in. “I suppose there is a certain humor in the situation,” she admitted.

“Wait, you have tender feet?” Evie asked.

Prim frowned suspiciously. “While there have been certain crass and unsubstantiated rumors – ”

Tia let out a loud bark of laughter. “Oh, yes, she has tender feet, indeed.”

“Hot-Tits!” Prim said in a scandalized tone.

The warrior waved her off with a playful smile. “It’s the truth,” she said.

“Such indecency!” Prim said.

This did not quite bring about the results she had intended, for once again the group laughed together.

“Prim – worried about decency!” Aya said.

The bard frowned. “Well, I do suppose, when one puts it that way, there is a certain … absurdity to the idea.” She grinned, then joined the laughter.

Tia turned to Prim. “Perhaps that was unfair of me to say,” she admitted. “After all, you did get me free from the tentacles. In your unique way.”

“My sexy way,” Prim said, winking. The others laughed and raised mugs in agreement.

“I suppose there is nothing for it, then,” Tia said, looking despondent, as of one facing an unpleasant task.

“What are you talking about?” Prim asked.

“Well, if I let slip about your tender feet – ”

“Let slip? More like shouted with glee,” Prim said, irritated.

“Then I suppose I must make up for it – ” Tia said, standing.

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“Yes, I think we are all curious about that,” Alynnya interjected.

Tia swiftly reached down and pulled Prim’s feet up. “Hey!” Prim protested. “What gives, Hot-Tits?”

“I gave away only your weakness of tender feet,” Tia said, spinning Prim so her back was toward the table and plucking her sandals off.

“Wait, wait! There is no need in front of – ”

“So it is only fair I also let everyone see the other aspect of your feet. To get a full appreciation of you, you see,” Tia said. She brought a hand to Prim’s foot.

“Hot-Tits! This is so totally unneces – ah – arry argle ….” Prim trailed off into incoherence as Tia began massaging and squeezing her foot.

The others watched, shocked, as Prim’s eyes lost all focus and she fell back onto the table.

“What was that, Prim?” Tia asked. She took Prim’s other foot in hand and massaged them both at once. “I didn’t quite catch it.”

“No fairrrgle …” the red-haired gnome moaned, eyes fluttering. She reached up and ran her hand through her hair.

“It seems quite fair to me,” Tia said. “You deserve a treat for saving me, after all. Don’t you agree?”

“Mmmrgle staaaaap arrrg ….” Prim said, more or less. Exactly what she was saying was rather difficult to interpret. Meanwhile, her face flushed bright red.

“Wait …” Alynnya said. “All this time, Prim has a … well …”

“A foot fetish?” Evie finished.

“And we never knew?” Elspeth asked. “How many times has she – err – ‘played’ with us, and not at least accidentally let it slip?”

“Rrrgle,” Prim answered.

Tia chuckled. “She’s been good at diverting our attention when at play,” she said. “Especially to her exquisite ass, the naughty little thing,” she added, giving Prim a firm smack to said ass. Prim let out a louder moan and hugged herself tight. She began rubbing her thighs together. “Oh, you know you have been bad, Prim, trying to hide such a fun little weakness.”

“Nnnnot (rrrgh) weeeeeeeek…” Prim protested.

“Oh, right,” Tia said, rolling her eyes. “It’s clearly not a weakness. My mistake. You’re completely in control of the situation now, aren’t you? What was it – you’re the particularly perfect picture of being focused, right? No one can top your focus, if I remember right?”

Prim let out another incomprehensible sequence of moans, squirming on the table.

“Well, then, you won’t mind if I have a taste, if you are so in control,” Tia said.

Prim shook her head desperately.

“I didn’t think so,” Tia said, grinning and bringing Prim’s foot toward her mouth. The others at the table gasped – as did many patrons, for the gnomes’ show had gotten most of the room’s attention.

“Waaaait!” Prim said. She leaned up and looked at Tia, her eyes focusing for the first time.

Tia took the redhead’s big toe in her mouth.

Prim let out a loud, high-pitched squeal which resonated throughout the tavern and fell back. Once again, her eyes lost all focus. “Mrrr arrr yeeeee!” she cried.

“No need to worry, Prim,” Tia said. “I have no intention of stopping until you admit your feet are your weakness. One way or the other.”

“Ahhmmm,” Prim said. “Rrrgle barrrr,” she added.

“Very well,” Tia said, grinning wickedly. “The fun way it is … ”

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Special thanks to our friends for sharing their characters!

Alynnya belongs to CallMePlissken
Evie belongs to KatieD (whose ideas led to this Tale, by the way!)
Elspeth and Aya belong to We Are All Mad Here
Millie belongs to Jaded Entity
Bree belongs to FP
Laressa belongs to Menchi

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