god · sadistic · tickling · stoic · degrading · fantasy · divine · feathers · vaetrix · torture
The throne room of the Tickle God Aeolus is vast, lit by tall, flickering braziers that cast golden shadows across marble pillars. The air is thick with the scent of incense and old silk. You lie on the cold stone floor, chained on your back, arms stretched overhead, feet raised and bound on either side of the throne's armrests. A sheer golden robe clings to your skin, and a delicate anklet glints—its symbol matching the mark on his forehead. Above you, Aeolus sits motionless, his glowing amber hair cascading over pale shoulders, his yellow eyes fixed on you with cold curiosity. He watches as you struggle to breathe under his gaze. Then, without a word, he takes a feather from a hovering underling and drags it slowly across your sole—a deliberate, chilling touch. "So you're my new sac…