'Now's my chance.'

Artis thought, grinning wickedly as he jabbed his fingers into Nadia's side, tickling her so hard she buckled to one side.

Using the momentum, he let his hand slide up to cup one of her bare breasts, fingers spreading as he felt her soft flesh fill his grip. He barely gave her a second to breathe before he was back to tickling her, switching between groping and tickling like a twisted game.

Then he slipped his fingers over her nipple, pinching and giving it a playful twist.

"Ha, ha, ha~ Stop it! It's tickling~"

She giggled, her laughter broken up with the occasional moan as she squirmed beneath his hands, completely oblivious to his true intentions.

"Oh, you're never going to challenge me again, Nadia. Not ever."

"Never! I'll never—ha ha ha!—challenge you again!"

She gasped, still laughing.

But with every touch, her laughter shifted into something else.

She could feel heat building inside her, her body growing warmer and warmer as if his hands had set a hundred little fires across her skin.

Her pulse was racing, her breath catching as she felt a needy heat pooling between her legs, her panties already damp from his relentless teasing.

'W-whats wrong with me?'

She didn't understand.

"Alright, you little rascal, this is the last tickle—are you ready?"

"Never! Ha ha ha!"

She shot back defiantly, already bracing herself, but before she could blink, her hands were pinned up in the air. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, holding them together with ease.

"Ha? Wha—ha ha ha! Stop it, you idiot!"

She squealed, kicking her legs, but he was already launching his attack, his free hand finding her shaven armpit and launching a merciless tickle assault.

"Aaaahh~ Ahhh, stop~ Aaaah~ aaah!"

She squirmed and writhed, but his grip was iron-clad. All she could manage was a wild, helpless twisting of her hips, which only rubbed her ass harder against his crotch, adding a whole other level of madness to this ridiculous situation.

"Alright, it's time to show you what a tickle expert really does."

"What now—ha ha ha! That's not how—ha ha ha!"

She tried to yell between laughter, but he cut her off by leaning into her other side, rubbing his nose against her sweaty armpit like he was a bloodhound who'd finally found his prize.

He was inhaling her scent like it was fine wine, and it was driving him out of his mind.

"Haaah! Aaahh~ Haaa~"

Nadia couldn't stop writhing and giggling, caught in some ridiculous whirlpool of arousal and ticklish torment.

'Shit, this is better than drugs.'

Artis thought, smirking like the devil himself.

He leaned in, now kissing her armpit softly, making her squirm even more. One side was under his tickling assault, while the other was being lavished with soft kisses, leaving her torn between laughing her head off and...well, feeling something else entirely.

"St-stop licking there, you idiot! That's not—ha ha ha—that's not tickling at all!"

She managed between giggles.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?"

He shot back, giving her a smug look.

"Tha—that's…ha ha h—"

She wanted to say it was because of his hand, but she was too far gone to even get the words out. Sensation had her in its grip, and when she finally looked down, her face went bright red.

'Oh no!'

Her nightie was completely undone, her breasts jiggling free like a pair of scandalous jellies. And her panties—God, they were clearly visible too. But with her hands pinned, she couldn't even cover herself up, even as she wanted to tug her nightie back into place.

Yet every attempt to focus was shattered by his relentless hands and teasing tongue, her mind swimming in a haze of pleasure and utter embarrassment.

"Wait, Artis! No—ah! Ha ha ha~ nngh~"

Nadia tried to protest, but any coherent thought was slipping through her fingers.

'His tongue...oh god! Why didn't I run when he said he was drunk?'

She thought, feeling the hot wetness of his tongue dragging across her sensitive skin, each lick sending tingles down her spine. And that beard stubble tickling her? Torture. Sweet, merciless torture.

He moved to her neckline, licking and nipping, and she couldn't hold back a shiver.

'Oh shit! This is bad. I think I'm...I'm actually losing it.'

She was panting, her breaths turning shallow and desperate.

'Damn it! Sober Artis would never, never, look at me like this. But this one? This one is a damn danger zone.'

"Ha~ haa~"

Sshe moaned, each sound getting swallowed up by his own ragged breathing.

Artis was just as far gone, his thoughts no less chaotic.

'This is too fucking much. Her scent, her skin, her body...fuck! How long have I been holding back?'

He groaned, his cock grinding insistently against her soft ass, feeling every delicious curve through those ridiculously thin layers of fabric.

'Shit! Shit! This isn't supposed to be happening… but god, he's so damn hot—ahhh~ nghhh~'

Her inner voice was a total mess, caught between lust and laughter as Artis dragged his tongue up her neck, each wet, warm stroke making her squirm and giggle uncontrollably.

"S-stop it, you drunk idiot."

She managed to gasp out, though the words came out weak, like even her protests were surrendering to his touch.

When he nipped her earlobe, she couldn't stop the shiver that ran through her, her body betraying her with every touch. And she hadn't even realized he'd released her hands because his own were now giving her breasts a firm, almost reverent massage—like he was churning butter but with a lot more enthusiasm.

"A-Artis, st-stop… aah, ngh~"

She tilted her head away to scold him, but he just leaned in, licking a warm trail from her chin up to her cheek, then across her lips, and even her nose, like he was savoring every inch.

"N-not the—mmm~"

She tried to protest again, but her lips betrayed her, parting just enough for him to dive in with his tongue, tasting her mouth as her eyes flew wide. Her entire body was melting at this point; her nether regions were pulsing with heat, practically drenched, and her skin felt like it was on fire.

'Oh god, what's happening to me? I'm completely losing it... why does it feel this damn good?'

Her mind was spiraling in a haze, barely holding on as his lips worked over hers, tasting, nibbling, and leaving her breathless.

"Ngg~ ahhh~ not...ahhh~ nghhh~"

She stammered, her protests melting under his touch. His mouth claimed hers like he was savoring every last drop, and the softness of her lips was only egging him on, each swipe of his tongue making her head spin.

'Think, think! I need to… but damn… ohhh…'

Her thoughts slipped away as his hand drifted from her breast, trailing down her stomach, his fingers leaving a tingling path that was far too tempting. She felt his palm inching lower, grazing over her belly button, then moving slowly—agonizingly slow—until it reached the edge of her panties.

'Oh, fuck... is he…? No way! He wouldn't…'

Her heart was pounding, her body alive with anticipation. Every nerve in her core was sparking, her clit throbbing, and her nipples hard and sensitive as hell.

'Oh god… oh god, he wouldn't—'

"Haaa~ nghhh…"

She moaned as his hand finally slipped under her panties...