Tickle Tatta

"Hey, Daisy," you say. "I think I just heard her nipple talk trash about your tongue."

"What?!" says Daisy, putting her hands on her hips in outrage.

"That's right!" you say. "Her nipple thinks that it could totally beat up your tongue in a no-holds-barred wresting match. Called your tongue a 'punk,' too."

"Oh, it's on now," says Daisy, miming rolling up a pair of sleeves that she isn't wearing. "Which one of these delicate little coco-blossoms was running its mouth?"

"The left one."

"Got it!"

Tatta tries to shield her left breast from the dark elf, but Daisy seizes it in both hands, wraps her mouth around it, and starts giving the offending nipple a fierce workout.

"WHOA!" shouts the gold elf. She tries to wrest her breast from the dark elf's mouth, but dangling by her feet from the branches of a tree doesn't give her enough leverage. You get to watch her beautiful, bare, ebon body thrash about deliciously in a **** attempt to end the overstimulation on her over-sensitive skin.

"Here's a thought," you say. "Could you tell us where the gold elf city is?"

"No!" says Tatta. "I would rather--OW!"

You spank her apple-bottom, enjoying the sight of her wildly jiggling cheeks. The next step is to dig your fingers into her tight little belly and start tickling. The effect is instantaneous: Her thrashing redoubles and her outcries become all the more frantic as you work your way right down to her underboob and then back up to an area dangerously past her beltline.