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Queen Aaliyah had stopped her tickling and turned to face the Elven women, asking, "Would you ladies like turns tickling my sweet handmaiden?"
At first, the Elves were reluctant to answer, but Chantelle pleaded with them in such a girly voice, "Oooh, would you, please? That would feel lovely on my sensitive skin. Heeheehee!"
The two elves, Winter and Sonya, both glanced at each other. Sonya rolled her eyes, but eventually pointed those eyes at Chantelle, signaling for Winter to join in Also. "Alright," Sonya greed, "we'll... tickle you."
"Yaaayy! Heeheehee!" Chantelle giggled out.

"Winter, dear, why don't you have my seat?" Aaliyah invited the elf to sit at Chantelle's feet while she rose from it.
"Oh, are you going somewhere?" Winter questioned, more out of curiosity than anything else.
"Actually," Aaliyah began to say, "I was going to meet with Saki, my foreign affairs minister and clear some things up. Hopefully we'll be seeing more of you lovely and charming elves in our lands." With that last bit, Aaliyah gave a coy smirk, raising only the right side of her mouth in a smile as well as a cocked eyebrow.

Sensing this playfulness coming from the Queen, the elven women were put mildly at ease, although they were still confused as to how an entire kingdom could operate by tickles. As Aaliyah departed them, both Winter and Sonya got into position. Winter sat upon the ottoman at Chantelle's feet while Sonya knelt at the side of the large purple lounge chair. "So, how does this work?" Sonya had asked curiously, sounding like she had not a single clue in the realms as to what to do.
"Well," Chantelle began explaining," I see you have some sharp nails, which are PERFECT! All you have to do is gently graze them along sensitive parts of my skin. That, in turn, will force me to laugh. The more you make me laugh, preferably without causing pain, the better you are at tickling!"

"Oh. So, like..." Sonya had paused, only to give a single stroke of the fingernails on her right hand in Chantelle's armpit, then adding, "... this?"
Chantelle had let out a few giggles and reassured the elf, "Heeheeheehee, yeah. That's not bad, but now..."
She had paused as well, giving a playful look directly into Sonya's eyes, adding, "... keep those fingernails constantly stroking like that!"
Sonya cocked a curious eyebrow upward as she stared at Chantelle, yet she still obliged, "Alright."

Her fingernails did exactly as was described to her by the willing sufferer Chantelle; they stroke the smooth, hairless armpit, causing the most ticklish of spasms in Chantelle's body, forcing the willing sufferer to laugh uncontrollably, "EEEEheeheeeheeheeheehee!"
But Winter was also rather curious, "Shall I do the same but... on your feet?"
Through her giggles, Chantelle responded, "Yahahahasss hahahaheeheeheeheehee!"
Winter glanced down at those feet, those defenceless, trapped feet and simply shrugged her shoulders and gave a quick sound of acknowledgement, "Hmph."
With her own fingernails joining the mix, Chantelle was brought from a world of giggles and gentle laughter to a world of upraorious laughter, "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Winter and Sonya gave each other a quick glance, even as their ticklish methods continued, yet turned back to Chantelle, asking, "Is... everything alright?"
Chantelle was all a quiver with ticklish delight, yet she did answer these girls, "YAHAHASSS HAHAHAHAHA KEEHEEP GOHOIHING HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Winter, at Chantelle's feet, had some slight concerns, but Sonya, who had first row seats to Chantelle's bucking, jerking and quivering, started to find this display rather amusing and released a few snicker-giggles of her own. It appears that Sonya was actually getting in to this whole idea of tickling for fun... and possibly currency.

"You really enjoy this, don't you?" Sonya did ask with a smile upon her face.
Chantelle responded with a nod at first, but eventually got the breath in her lungs to answer, "YAHAHAHASSSS HAHAHA WEHEEHEE HYSTERHAIRIHEEANS LOHOVE THIHIHISSS HAHAHAHA!!"
"You Hysterians love this, you say?" Winter asked curiously, still scribbling her nails over Chantelle's bare feet as they curled, flexed and wiggled all about. Those words actually helped Winter to let down her guard of weirdness and simply accept this strange action as simply the Hysterian way of life.

For 2 hours, the elven women kept up their tickling, asking question after question and trying to keep the clarity coming Chantelle's giggly laughing mouth by repeating what she had said, but in question form. They had so many questions, and with each answer that came from Chantelle's mouth, they had more questions. They didn't realize it at the time, but the simple act of tickling someone really began to entertain their brains and their hearts. The thought of BEING tickled, on the other hand, would be another dream for another time.

Description
Queen Aaliyah had stopped her tickling and turned to face the Elven women, asking, "Would you ladies like turns tickling my sweet handmaiden?"
At first, the Elves were reluctant to answer, but Chantelle pleaded with them in such a girly voice, "Oooh, would you, please? That would feel lovely on my sensitive skin. Heeheehee!"
The two elves, Winter and Sonya, both glanced at each other. Sonya rolled her eyes, but eventually pointed those eyes at Chantelle, signaling for Winter to join in Also. "Alright," Sonya greed, "we'll... tickle you."
"Yaaayy! Heeheehee!" Chantelle giggled out.

"Winter, dear, why don't you have my seat?" Aaliyah invited the elf to sit at Chantelle's feet while she rose from it.
"Oh, are you going somewhere?" Winter questioned, more out of curiosity than anything else.
"Actually," Aaliyah began to say, "I was going to meet with Saki, my foreign affairs minister and clear some things up. Hopefully we'll be seeing more of you lovely and charming elves in our lands." With that last bit, Aaliyah gave a coy smirk, raising only the right side of her mouth in a smile as well as a cocked eyebrow.

Sensing this playfulness coming from the Queen, the elven women were put mildly at ease, although they were still confused as to how an entire kingdom could operate by tickles. As Aaliyah departed them, both Winter and Sonya got into position. Winter sat upon the ottoman at Chantelle's feet while Sonya knelt at the side of the large purple lounge chair. "So, how does this work?" Sonya had asked curiously, sounding like she had not a single clue in the realms as to what to do.
"Well," Chantelle began explaining," I see you have some sharp nails, which are PERFECT! All you have to do is gently graze them along sensitive parts of my skin. That, in turn, will force me to laugh. The more you make me laugh, preferably without causing pain, the better you are at tickling!"

"Oh. So, like..." Sonya had paused, only to give a single stroke of the fingernails on her right hand in Chantelle's armpit, then adding, "... this?"
Chantelle had let out a few giggles and reassured the elf, "Heeheeheehee, yeah. That's not bad, but now..."
She had paused as well, giving a playful look directly into Sonya's eyes, adding, "... keep those fingernails constantly stroking like that!"
Sonya cocked a curious eyebrow upward as she stared at Chantelle, yet she still obliged, "Alright."

Her fingernails did exactly as was described to her by the willing sufferer Chantelle; they stroke the smooth, hairless armpit, causing the most ticklish of spasms in Chantelle's body, forcing the willing sufferer to laugh uncontrollably, "EEEEheeheeeheeheeheehee!"
But Winter was also rather curious, "Shall I do the same but... on your feet?"
Through her giggles, Chantelle responded, "Yahahahasss hahahaheeheeheeheehee!"
Winter glanced down at those feet, those defenceless, trapped feet and simply shrugged her shoulders and gave a quick sound of acknowledgement, "Hmph."
With her own fingernails joining the mix, Chantelle was brought from a world of giggles and gentle laughter to a world of upraorious laughter, "AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"

Winter and Sonya gave each other a quick glance, even as their ticklish methods continued, yet turned back to Chantelle, asking, "Is... everything alright?"
Chantelle was all a quiver with ticklish delight, yet she did answer these girls, "YAHAHASSS HAHAHAHAHA KEEHEEP GOHOIHING HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Winter, at Chantelle's feet, had some slight concerns, but Sonya, who had first row seats to Chantelle's bucking, jerking and quivering, started to find this display rather amusing and released a few snicker-giggles of her own. It appears that Sonya was actually getting in to this whole idea of tickling for fun... and possibly currency.

"You really enjoy this, don't you?" Sonya did ask with a smile upon her face.
Chantelle responded with a nod at first, but eventually got the breath in her lungs to answer, "YAHAHAHASSSS HAHAHA WEHEEHEE HYSTERHAIRIHEEANS LOHOVE THIHIHISSS HAHAHAHA!!"
"You Hysterians love this, you say?" Winter asked curiously, still scribbling her nails over Chantelle's bare feet as they curled, flexed and wiggled all about. Those words actually helped Winter to let down her guard of weirdness and simply accept this strange action as simply the Hysterian way of life.

For 2 hours, the elven women kept up their tickling, asking question after question and trying to keep the clarity coming Chantelle's giggly laughing mouth by repeating what she had said, but in question form. They had so many questions, and with each answer that came from Chantelle's mouth, they had more questions. They didn't realize it at the time, but the simple act of tickling someone really began to entertain their brains and their hearts. The thought of BEING tickled, on the other hand, would be another dream for another time.