Phantasmagoric Tickle Mansion

Tarabat was a city surrounded by hidden ancient wonders, and Taylor, a blonde elf guy with glasses, had always been fascinated by the discoveries made in the area. Colossal runestones under the nearby magic academy. An old settlement several days away built on top of a demon shrine. So many mysteries. So much to learn.

It was his first night in a hotel in Tarabat. Tomorrow, the rest of his team would arrive and prepare to visit the dig site thirty miles South.

Already, his perception of Tarabat felt... off. Although it was one of the towns with the highest population of elves by percentage, and he should have felt welcome, he still felt... a little too welcome. It was a strange feeling, but it was almost as if the land itself was an old friend greeting him.

He tried to put his fears aside as he settled into bed with a glass of water on his nightstand. He took a big gulp of water, then turned off the lights.

He had an easy time sleeping. Too easy...

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He knew it was a dream the moment he entered it, yet it felt so real. Him in a sunset autumn forest. A dirt road ahead. Fifty feet ahead, stone walls and wrought iron gates, and beyond, a mansion in disrepair, made from dark brown, dried out wood. The windows were impossible to see beyond; there was only darkness inside.

Something was wrong. He was never aware of his own dreams. And they never felt real. He crouched down and touched the dirt. The dry, packed earth was cool and not impossible to scratch.

Curious yet nervous, he stepped forward as a breeze picked up, blowing from his right to his left, and taking some of the autumn leaves with it.

He was still in his pajamas. Slippers, fuzzy pants, and a fuzzy shirt. How was he aware this was a dream? And what was going on?

Taylor prayed the answers would be found in the mansion, and he began walking forward. The wind died down, then picked up again in the opposite direction. Leaves twirled in miniature twists of invisible, crisp air.

He made it to the gates and saw no lock on them whatsoever. He placed his arms on the left gate and pushed it; the hefty iron budged, squeaking and groaning in metallic agony, as if it had been disturbed from centuries of slumber.

After the left of the two gates was open, Taylor wondered if anyone heard the gate move, and whether that would be good or bad. His sensitive elf ears heard nothing but the wind and the ever so faintest metal reverberations coming from the gate he just pushed, and the gate's sound was soon gone, leaving just the wind.

He stepped through into a small courtyard with leaf-smothered grass, a brick path to the front doors, and an empty, crumbled fountain. The pile of smashed rubble in the center could have been anything, but the arrangement of the chunks and the sharp edges made it clear that this wasn't natural weathering's work.

He steeled his resolve as he approached the front door. He was an archaeologist. Twenty years as an archaeologist, and thirty before that where he trained and learned. Fifty was young for an elf, but he reminded himself that he was a seasoned professional by human standards. And any standard that reassured him was what he needed.

He approached the imposing blackened double doors and knocked three times. There was no response, save for a sound from somewhere that could have been a squirrel or a maid with a cup of tea or a ravenous monster.

The doors slowly opened, and Taylor stepped back, expecting someone to greet him. But nobody did. Beyond was simply a dark mansion lit only by whatever sunlight managed to crawl in through the windows.

He cautiously stepped inside and looked around. He was in a large foyer, darkened with shadows and age, with many unlit hallways leading to the left, right, and ahead. Two staircases led up to a second story balcony, and more hallways. A grand, unlit chandelier hung from the ceiling on a tarnished chain.

The doors slammed behind him with a thud resembling a giggle. He jumped a few inches into the air and almost flailed his arms in panic, but he managed to get a hold of himself. He turned around and checked the doors. They weren't just closed, but locked.

He wondered if it was worth speaking. He summoned the archaeological courage to reach out and see if anyone was there...

"Hello? Is anyone in here?"

No response, then footsteps from the hallway on the right. He turned his head. There was a flash of something rounding a corner and moving out of view, but he didn't see what it was.

Fear gripped him as he cautiously followed. He went through the hallway lined with doors, making steps just loud enough to not startle anyone nearby, but just quiet enough to not draw attention to himself from far away.

He reached the corner and turned it. Another windowless hallway, lined with paintings rather than doors. He looked at the nearest painting and saw... himself, staring back at him. He recoiled upon having the realization.

The next painting was similar, yet something about his expression was off. His face looked like it was being tickled...

He felt fingers touch his sides.

"Whoooaoahahahaha..." he giggled out before managing to look down. Just as he looked down, the sensations stopped, and he saw nothing touching his sides. He looked around. Nothing was there.

He did an experimental, sudden poke at the air behind him to check for anyone invisible. Nobody was there.

A feeling of vulnerability started to fill him. Whoever was here was more than happy to play with him, and he had no idea who or what they were. An ancient spirit? A powerful mage? Or some dark beast that liked to play with its food before closing in for the kill?

He was afraid to look at the other paintings, but thankfully, there were only two more. He cautiously looked up at the next one. The painting was a full body portrait... of him being tickled several seconds ago, in this very hallway. A pair of white, feminine, translucent hands was doing the tickling, and they faded into nothingness past the wrists.

Taylor expected to be tickled again, yet it didn't happen. He was almost disappointed.

He looked at the final painting in dread, and what he saw was himself half-stuck in the floor with an oddly pleasured expression on his face.

The wooden floor shifted underneath his slippers, and it liquified before he could react. He started sinking into the quicksand-like wood, and he struggled to escape. Was this about to be the end? Was he about to be sucked into the floor and suffocated? Trapped for something to devour later? Would the floor itself chew him up? His ankles sank below the floor, then his knees, and then it accelerated. Soon, his thighs went, then his waist, then his hips, then his stomach...

...Then it stopped. The floor hardened again, and he was thoroughly stuck. His legs were frozen in not just the wood floor, but also the cold stone underneath it.

Then the tickles started again. Something unseen in the floor started tickling his embedded sides.

"Ah-hahaha... Ah... Oh..." he mumbled helplessly. His body shuddered as his stuck, immobile lower half was tormented. The ghostly hands moved dexterously, moving from his sensitive sides to the backs of his thighs and knees, penetrating through his clothes to get at his immobile body.

The hands moved towards his groin, and he shivered and mumbled out more laughter as a finger tickled his balls.

"Ah, not there, ahaha..." he mumbled.

It was oddly arousing. Was that this entity's intent? Or was it just a side effect of playing? Either way, his dick didn't have room to grow; it was surrounded by pajamas, then solid, cold stone.

More fingers groped his balls, toying with them and tickling them. At least it wasn't as agonizing as his sides...

Then the floor liquified again, unexpectedly drawing his hands and more of his torso into the floor before it re-solidified. He was up to his chest in ground.

The tickling stopped, and then something appeared in front of Taylor. A misty figure materialized out of thin air, perfectly white, save for the shadows cast on it and her long, black hair, which itself was just as translucent as she was. A curvy woman with bangs over her eyes, wearing a white robe, hovering just inches off the ground.

"Welcome," she said in a wispy voice.

"Who are you? And why do you love tickling so much?"

"I've longed to connect with someone for so long... I wanted to keep you terrified for longer, because I'd never have the opportunity again, but I just couldn't take it. I apologize for taking advantage of that opportunity to begin with."

"I was honestly a lot more terrified before you started tickling me."

She giggled. "I sometimes forget how creepy this place looks."

"So where are we, anyway?" Taylor said.

"You're in your bed, fast asleep. I'm far beneath the ground, also sleeping. I couldn't connect to anyone else who slept in the inn above me..."

"Wait, they built an inn on top of your..."

"Yes. Their digging aroused my dormant spirit from slumber. They were just inches from unearthing me... I've been down here since Tarabat was just an old mansion with a couple of houses and shops near it."

It lined up with the history Taylor knew. The modern version of this city was founded around a wealthy trader's mansion about a hundred years ago.

Even stuck in the ground as he was, Taylor noticed that his fear was all gone. There was just curiosity. It occurred to him how old she must be; there was so much she must have known...

But it was probably better to not ask about history at the moment.

"So, uh, why the tickling?"

"Because it's fun... I've been alone for such a long time, confined to this dream world replica of the mansion I spent my time in. My father had this place built himself, you know. It was where I grew up, spent most of my life... shame I got food poisoning and died before I could properly leave it."

Food poisoning. What an unceremonious way to go. Taylor figured he'd become a ghost too if he died of food poisoning.

The ghost sighed. "Here I am, telling you my history, and we haven't even shared names... I'm Talia."

"Taylor."

"Taylor... Mind if I keep playing with you in this place? It's been so long, and I don't know how much longer we'll be here together. I don't know if I'll move on to whatever comes after this tomorrow or in a hundred years, and I don't know if you and I will meet again..."

He felt it was the right thing to do.

"You don't have to ask me twice. Even if it means I'm embedded in the floor in this crazy dream. If this is your one chance to have a fun time with someone, it would be wrong for me to say no."

"Thank you," Talia said. She sank partially into the floor and hugged Taylor. He would have reciprocated it if he could move at all.

Talia sank further into the floor, disappearing out of view.

Her hands tickled the backs of his thighs, making him giggle.

"Oh, Talia..."

The hands creeped up his butt and to his back, gently teasing it. Then they shot for his armpits and violently tickled them.

"Ahaha... Ha... aahhhh, stop, keep going..."

His shoulders thrashed as Talia kept tickling, and tickling, and tickling. Talia's head peeked up from the floor, and as she continued to tickle him, she leaned in close to his ears.

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked.

"Ah... yes... hahaha, oh..."

"You're too kind," she said. "When this is over, I'll be sure to give you something more soothing..."

The floor liquified once more, and Taylor sunk into the ground, first his neck, then he held his breath as his head was fully taken by the ground. Talia's hands gripped his legs and pulled him down, deeper and deeper. He fell through cold liquid rock, and after a while, he realized he didn't need to breathe; so he stopped bothering to hold his breath. It was a dream, after all.

He emerged into a basement, kept from falling by Talia's hands... no, it was an attic with a large circular window behind him, through which the sunset rays barely shone and the surrounding forest went off forever. He touched the creaky wooden floors, and she let go, floating beside him.

"Taylor, you don't mind getting... intimate, do you? I know I went for your balls earlier, but I've been wondering if that was too far..."

"I've never been with a ghost before... but it's not too far. Do whatever you like where you like."

"Thank you." Talia sat down. "Would you like to rest your head on my lap?"

"I... Absolutely!"

A warm fuzzy feeling filled Taylor as he sat down in front of her, then leaned back, lying down and placing the back of his head on her lap. Her body was cool, soft, and almost squishy.

"Now just let me..."

She reached forward and gently grazed her hands against his chest.

"So hard, so wonderful," she mumbled.

She began lightly tickling him again, and Taylor couldn't help but get turned on.

"And I control this mansion," she added, "So I can do this..."

Spectral hands emerged from the ground nearby, identical to Talia's. Taylor had the feeling that he was about to be tickled hard...

The hands lunged for his hips and sides and started tickling. His arms and legs tensed up and started squirming.

"Ahaha... Ahah, haha... More, stop, more..."

"Doing okay?" Talia said as she continued to gently stroke his chest.

"Oohohohhhhh..." Taylor said.

"You must be having a great time down there. And your sides feel so soft and vulnerable! And hey, is that a boner?"

It was. Taylor was a little embarrassed for it to pop up just from being tickled, but truth be told, being tickled by a pretty woman was so, so wonderful, especially when his head was squirming on her lap.

The many hands coming out of the floor kept tickling as Talia started to run her hands across his nipples, making him shiver with pleasure.

"Ah, those are hard too," Talia said. "I wonder..."

Another hand emerged from the floor between his flailing legs, phased through his clothes, and started to tickle his sensitive balls.

"Enjoying this?"

"Yes, yes, yes, oh yes, more..."'

Taylor was in tickle heaven. His cock throbbed inside its pants as she touched him all over and teased his nipples.

"Talia, do as much as you like, this, ahahaha, this is great..."

Another pair of hands started tickling the base of his cock. It was more arousing than ticklish, yet the tickling sensation that came with it was yet another thing making him squirm.

Talia took her hands off his chest, brought them closer to her hips, and then placed them on his ears.

"Tickle tickle tickle," Talia said as she tickled his sensitive ears. His head shivered, then she went down to his neck and a spike of pure ticklishness went into him.

"AH! Yes, not there, yes, more, oh my neck feels good..."

"I take it that's your weak spot?"

"Mhm... haha..."

She kept tickling his neck as his head bent down to protect it. More hands came from the floor and grabbed the sides of Taylor's head, pulling it back onto her thighs, leaving his vulnerable neck exposed for her to torment with her lovely fingers.

Taylor's arousal grew and grew as the fingers on his erection started to tickle his cock all over, from base to sensitive tip. The tip was far more arousing and far more ticklish, and he couldn't help but clench his cock in response to the tickles covering his balls, shaft, and tip...

"Oh, I don't regret asking you if I could play with you at all... You're simply wonderful."

"Me, aha, neither, no regrets, hahahahhaaaaa..."

Two of the floor hands came up to start tickling his nipples. Taylor kept ravaging him with the dozens of hands assailing his helpless, happy body, dexterously manipulating every single one with ease. Her two "real" hands kept assaulting his vulnerable neck.

Taylor felt himself get closer and closer to a ticklish orgasm. There was so much pleasure, and so much making him squirm and giggle...

"I'm, ah, ah, gonna mmm, come..."

"Feel free. Your pleasure is as important as mine..."

The tickle torture continued, and he joyfully writhed as arousal built up, making his whole body more sensitive, which made the tickles feel stronger, which aroused him more and more...

Fiery heat built up in his groin. The hands were tickling his balls, but outright clenching his shaft, jerking it off to bring him to climax...

He was almost there. A few more seconds...

He came. The ticklishness melded with his orgasm, and as he came into his pants, the hands used it as lubricant to tickle his helplessly sensitive tip even more powerfully than before. His squirming body shuddered as his cock clenched, and clenched, and clenched...

The tickles grew stronger as his orgasm hit its peak, then started to slow down in time with his erection's weakening spurts. His writhing grew slower and slower. The hands retreated from his sides. Talia stopped ravaging his neck so hard. His orgasm finally stopped, and so did the tickling.

The extra hands moved back into the floor, and the only tickle left was Talia running a single finger across his chin.

"My love," she said, "would you like to relax for a bit? No playing, just relaxing. You deserve it. You've made my time here so much more exciting..."

"Talia... anything for you."

"No. For you. For someone who's so caring and such a good sport."

Taylor let himself be rewarded as he kept his still head on her lap. Talia rubbed his forehead with her soft hands, lulling him into relaxation.

Taylor stayed like that for what felt like forever, eventually drifting off...

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Taylor woke up refreshed, but with cum-soiled pajamas. He had extras, so that wasn't important. Was all that even real? He remembered every single thing from that dream, and the terror at first and the pleasure later on... it made it even more vibrant than reality.

He went about his day researching archaeological leads and meeting with the team who just got into town that morning. But he couldn't stop thinking about Talia. Would he meet her again? Could he meet her even if he tried? He would do his best to.

He had to be well-rested for the trip to the dig site thirty miles down South. A hunter had found the very top of a buried wooden shrine, and he was going to go down with the team to excavate the place. But he was more excited for the sleep himself than for the thing the sleep was meant to prepare him for.

With a fresh pair of pajamas, and a hand towel stuffed in his pants in case something exciting happened, he fell asleep once more, praying the best possible outcome would happen...

~~~~~ ~~~~~

Taylor was outside the mansion once more, and Talia was waiting for him at the iron gates. They had so much to talk about, and so many good times to have...

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