Lover and Pet

It was only a few seconds away from the mentioned 30 seconds, and Azami felt like she could have softened Janet significantly by the time they're done. Her lover had a different idea, however as she swung her legs up to swiftly catch the unaware princess by her head.

"Ah?!" Azami yelped before her back landed on the bed, Janet's legs scissoring her head. "Tch..."

Azami bent her legs and pushed her sole against the bed to temporarily prevent her lover from assaulting them. Her hands immediately reached for the girl's legs, trying to pry them apart from her head. She knew it wouldn't take too long for Janet to capitalize on her situation, but obviously she wasn't about to give up just like that.

Janet giggled as she successfully caught her loverâ€s head between her thighs. Even as Azami began to try to break herself free, the Native American girl was getting down to the business of getting some revenge for the relentless tickling that she had just been forced to endure.

“Oh, sweetie,” she said, rubbing her hands across Azamiâ€s stomach. “Paybackâ€s a bitch.”

She would then thrust her hands downward into Azamiâ€s armpits, playing her fingers lightly across the Japanese princessâ€s tender skin. “Heehee, tickle tickle!” Janet squealed, trying to soften Azami up.

"Ahh! Hahah! Hnn...!" Azami had to bite her lip to prevent herself from laughing too much as Janet tickled her armpits.

She squirmed to no avail and kicked her legs wildly as she tried to free herself. With her lover assaulting her armpits like this, though, it was really hard to even focus. However, Azami found herself an idea after enduring a few more seconds of Janet's tickling. Her hands would slide up further, trying to reach for her lover's soles. If she could make it, then Azami would start tickling Janet's soles to counter the girl's assault.

Janet thought that she had really taken the advantage away from Azami, before, suddenly, she found her soles assailed by Azamiâ€s devilish fingers. “H-hey! Haha! No!” the Lakota girl squealed, trying to shift her position so that she could keep her feet away from her loverâ€s grasp. “Itâ€s my turn! Haha! You already had your turn! T-take your punishment!”

Eventually, though, the sensations coursing through her feet became too much, and Janet was forced to break the headscissors which she held Azami in, rolling to the side and kicking her lover away to put some space between the two of them. Now that they had each had a chance to torture the other, it was time to really kick this contest up a notch. Janet would put her arms up, inviting Azami to come at her and see which of them could regain their advantage.

"Your turn? Haha! This is a contest!" Azami retorted playfully "It doesn't work that way, sweetie..."

Eventually she had to stop tickling her lover as Janet released the head scissor and kicked her aside. Azami caught her breath for a bit before she got up on her knees. Seeing Janet inviting her to come at her, the blue haired girl smiled and slowly crawled towards her lover, smiling mischievously.

"Oh Janet-chan... you're gong down..." Azami would say before she suddenly charged in.

She wasn't really planning to attack Janet head on, though, as Azami would grab a nearby pillow and throw it to her lover for a distraction. She would then try to reach for Janet's waists and deliver a few tickling before wrapping her arms around it and bring Janet down to the bed.

“Hmmmph! I know this is a contest,” Janet snorted, beginning to crawl towards Azami to once again engage her in ticklish battle. “And youâ€re going down, sweetie!”

When Azami charged, Janet would, too, but instead of a head-to-head tickling collision, the Native American girl found herself being whacked by a pillow, sending her sprawling to the bed. When Azami fell down on top of her, tickling at her sides, Janet giggled and squealed. “N-no! Hahaha! No, you donâ€t!” she screamed, before slipping her hands beneath Azamiâ€s arms and going to work on the princessâ€s armpits, trying to convince her to get off.

"Oh yes, I will! Ahaha!" Azami said between her laughing as Janet tickled her armpits.

Despite what she said, however, her lover's assault on her armpits were definitely more effective than her own. Azami's squirming already toned down her own tickling at the girl's waists, and soon enough she would push herself off Janet and rolled away from the girl. Azami get up on her knees again, smiling at her lover while she tried to calm herself down a bit. Their little game was just too exciting.

"Hmmph... Why don't you just submit already, my love... You know you like to be my pet again, ohohoh~" she taunted playfully.

“Submit? To you?” Janet repeated, getting to her knees after Azami had broken the two of them apart. “You must be joking, my love. Iâ€m winning this tickle fight, and I think both of us know it. Why donâ€t you submit to me, sweetie? I know you are just dying to be my pet again, and to be walked outside like an adorable little puppy.”

As she spoke, she would slowly inch forward on her knees, getting closer and closer to her lover, preparing to attack Azami once more.

"Hmmph... I'd have to disagree with the walking part..." Azami replied, smiling. "It's like, the only reason I'd prefer for you to submit, sweetie..."

Seeing Janet inched closer towards her, Azami would do the same. She approached her lover carefully until they're close enough, before reaching for Janet's arms. Azami wanted to pull the girl towards her so she could maneuver herself around Janet and push her to the bed. The blue haired girl's plan was to try sitting on her lover's back while facing her feet so she could get into a truly advantageous position.

Janet laughed as Azami once again expressed her distaste for being walked in public. “Oh, sweetie, someday youâ€re going to learn to enjoy those little walks. Besides, you walked me all the way back here from the ring, so itâ€s only fair if I get to show you off a little, as well.”

When Azami grabbed her hands and started pulling her closer, Janet would pull back, keeping some space between herself and Azami. With their hands intertwined, she knew that she was momentarily safe from tickling, and had an opportunity to try to scan for weak spots in her loverâ€s defenses. “Mm, ready for the most terrible tickling of your life, my love?”