Tickling!

*Author's note: I've never written a chapter about tickling before, so I'm not really sure what people do and don't like to read about in this kind of scenario. Any and all advice on how to improve this scene is welcome!*

"Why wont you talk?" Clara asks, trying to mask her frustration (but not quite succeeding). "Just tell me what I want and we can put an end to this," she says as she softly runs her hands across Hunk's ass and thighs.

Hunk shivers in response, biting his lips as he tries to suppress an involuntary giggle.

Clara notices, and a wicked smile spreads across her face. "Maybe another approach would work..."

The constable runs her hands along Hunks thighs again, gently teasing and squeezing his meaty flanks.

Hunk's resistance crumbles under this renewed **** and a loud belly laugh springs forth from his mouth.

The noise emboldens Clara and soon she's tickling him in earnest, running her green hands along his sculpted belly, tight thighs, and shredded chest.

"HAHAHA! Please!" Hunk squeals, as tears start to trickle from his eyes. "S-stop! HAHAHAHA!"

Clara continues her **** in earnest, her face blushing as her Orc instincts take over and she starts to really get into it.

Hunk thrashes around as his laughter continues, causing his big, bulging rod to wildly gyrate much to the delight of the women in the crowd (and especially Hilda, who lets out a moan as she imagines what she would do with that if she ever got a hold of it again).

Her rapid motions put additional stress on her tank top, causing the rip in it to widen and split all the way down the front, turning the garment into a flimsy vest that exposes her childish-looking bra and a strange cloth wrap pulled tightly across her belly, as if she's trying to hide something...

A few people in the crowd comment on Clara's embarrassing bra, but she's too caught up in the moment to notice.

"Baby blue with teddy bears on it?!"

"What kind of hard-assed law woman would wear something so childish?"

"I don't know, I think its cute. Makes me think of her as the warm, fuzzy arm of the law..."

"Well, she's got the fuzz alright, just look at all that hair!"

But those are drowned out by all the women cheering her on and urging her to go further.

"Play with his balls! PLAY WITH HIS BALLS!"

"Look at that willy! He's not a man, he's a beast!"

"What I wouldn't give to ride that stallion..."

"I'd love to lock him up in my dungeon!"

"Well?!" Clara asks, her breathing almost as hard as Hunk's. "Will you talk?"

Hunk looks up at the frazzled law woman through his watery eyes as he gasps for air...