The familiar whoosh of the Sending Stone awoke Narinder from his meditation.

“Damn it! I knew I should have kept the sword.” said Lambert as they recovered from their demise. They had just arrived back in the Gateway and was surprised to see The One Who Waits was sitting quietly with his eyes closed. However, Lambert’s presence caused him to open all three of his eyes, their red irises piercing through his thin black veil.

“Hmmm. Another unfortunate death? What was it this time?” Narinder asked. Lambert got up from the ground and wiped the ichor from their body and fleece as they explained.

“One of those cultists with the big crossbow. I couldn’t repel the shot back in time.” they said as they stretched and let out a sigh with the crack of their back and arms. Narinder chuckled, his deep laugh sending vibrations across the chains that bound him.

“It seems like you find a new way to die every Crusade. If I were a fool, I’d think you were doing it just so you can visit me.” he said.

“Hah hah hah. Very funny.” Lambert responded. They looked around the blank white space of the gateway and noticed something. “Wait, where are Aym and Baal?”

“I sent them on an errand some time ago. They should be back in a couple hours. As for you, you’ve got a Cult to attend to, so hurry back now my Vessel.” Narinder said.

Lambert nodded and was prepared to utilise the Sending Stone when they noticed some ichor dripping from Narinder’s left wrists. His black skeletal arms were bound by massive shackles and seemed to be covered in the stuff, yet Lambert had never noticed it bleeding like that before.

“Uhh Master? Your arm is bleeding.” Lambert asked. Narinder raised an eyebrow and looked down at their left wrist to see the ichor dripping from it and evaporating against the pale white floor of The Gateway.

“Oh, indeed it is. The chains are a heavy burden, even for a god such as myself, so it's not uncommon.” Nairnder explained.

“But, doesn’t it hurt? All those chains must be digging into you all of the time.” Lambert asked. Narinder scoffed.

“Is that worry I hear from you Lamb? That’s quite unbecoming of one such as you.” Narinder sneered. Even still, he did begin to feel a dull pain all across his body as he talked with Lambert. Usually he just meditated to try and stave it off, but the pain was especially sharp today. His body was sore from being stuck in the same position most of the time.

“But… yes it is quite uncomfortable being chained up for all these years. It's not a pain one gets accustomed to.” Narinder said, trying his best to sound tough. Lambert grew concerned before they seemed to have an idea.

“Master, what if I bring you something to help ease your aches. My family used to create a potent healing salve meant to soothe bruises and cramps, which could probably help you.” Lambert asked. Narinder was intrigued that his Vessel would be willing to go out of the way to help him, especially considering what would soon become of them, but he decided to go along with it.

“Very well. If that is what you wish to waste your time doing, then by all means. Just don’t forget that your Cult must be maintained, lest your Followers lose your faith in you.” Narinder said.

“I know. It won’t take long to get the stuff to make it. I’ll be back in 15 minutes.” Lambert said. They activated the Sending Stone and disappeared in a red flash, leaving behind a confused Narinder.

“Wait. How are they going to get back here?” he asked himself.

Around 15 minutes later, as Narinder was just sitting there with his legs crossed, he heard the Sending Stone reactivate and Lambert reappear with a large burlap sack.

“Lamb, how did you access this place? The gate is sealed shut.” Narinder asked.

“Oh, I just pitched myself over a cliff. It seems death is the only other way to enter.” Lambert said with a concerning amount of enthusiasm. Narinder was impressed by their ingenuity before turning his attention to the burlap sack. Lambert noticed him looking at it and pulled it open before pulling out several plants, bowls, and a canteen of water.

“I figured I’d make the salve here so that way I can just give you the supplies through the chest and you can make it yourself. Here’s how you make it.” Lambert explained. Narinder leaned in a bit, hit chains digging a bit more into his body, as Lambert began creating the salve.

Lambert grabbed a bunch of bright red flowers, which Narinder recognized as Camellias, along with some pure white flowers which Lambert called “Eorna’s Wool” and a thick green grass that Lambert said is useful for treating wounds. They combined them all in a large bowl and mashed them together with a pestle and some water, soon turning all of the components into a mushy greenish red blob. They began balancing out the water and components until the mush turned into a semi transparent red and white salve. Lambert put the supplies in the bag and held up the now complete salve, which had a powerful flowery scent to it.

“Here you are. Just rub it against the parts of your body that ache and you should feel a lot better. If you ever need any more, just ask and I’ll send some through the chest.” Lambert said as they prepared to leave. Narinder looked down at the bowl and realized that his finger was much bigger than in. It would be difficult for one such as him to spread it on his joints. He would require help.

“Wait. Before you depart Vessel, I must ask your aid in helping me put it on. Aym and Baal will not be back for some time, and I am much too large to use this myself.” Narinder said. Lambert seemed to ponder this for a moment before nodding.

“Alright. It's the least I can do. Where do you want me to start?” Lambert asked. Narinder stretched out his legs behind him and laid down on his chest in front of Lambert.

“My neck would be the best place to start.” Narinder responded. Lambert could feel his breath against their wool and crept closer as Narinder watched them walk behind his cheeks. Lambert walked up to the right side of his neck and grabbed a glob of the salve before gently rubbing it against his fur. His skin was almost ice cold, yet his fur was thick and soft.

Narinder closed his eyes and sighed as he felt the salve beginning to ease his pains. Lambert gently rubbed it into his neck and made sure it was all spread out while Narinder was in bliss from Lambert’s gentle motions across his neck. The Gateway was a peaceful place by nature, given how it acts as the crossing between the land of the living and the dead, but Narinder rarely felt at peace there. He was trapped and alone, save for Aym and Baal. So to have someone show concern and care for him, albeit briefly, was a pleasant experience.

“I’m all done on your neck. How about your back next? It looks like a lot of the chains are bunched up there.” Lambert asked. Narinder opened his eyes and looked back. He saw the black metal chain crossing over his white and red robes and some of them were indeed digging hard into his back. However, the chains were also binding his robe to his body, which meant that Lambert wouldn’t be able to lift it up or crawl inside to rub the salve on.

“Hmmm. The chains do present an issue.” Lambert said, as if they were reading Narinder’s thoughts (Well, they could read minds. Just not his). Lambert then noticed how frayed and torn up the robes were, considering Narinder hadn’t changed them since he was first locked away in The Gateway, and got an idea.

“Master, if you so wish I could probably make some holes between the chains to help me put on the salve. Would that be acceptable?” Lambert asked. Narinder thought about this. His robes were already in a terrible state. A few more holes wouldn’t be that big of an issue. He nodded to Lambert to give them the go ahead.

Lambert reached and pulled out a dagger from their belt, its metallic jagged blade reflecting the pale glow of the Gateway, before they picked up a bit of Narinder’s robe and stabbed it with the dagger. With a faint ripping noise, they tore a hole in the robes and Narinder felt the cool air hit his back's fur, which was a very pleasant sensation.

Lambert got to work and stuck the salve under his robes and the chains to sooth his bruises and scars. Narinder was once again overtaken by bliss and laid down on his arms as Lambert gently rubbed the salve into his back. Occasionally, he heard a faint ripping noise and felt more cold air against his fur as Lambert made more openings to reach the difficult areas. His scars felt the best they had ever been, and Narinder was incredibly relaxed. So much so that soon, a gentle fluttering noise emerged from Narinder’s body, causing him to quiver as Lambert stopped to notice it.

“Master… are you purring?” Lambert asked.

Narinder opened his eyes in an instant. Without even realising it, he had begun purring. He. The God of Death. Purring like a young kitten in front of his Vessel. Narinder could feel his face turn bright red.

“Wh-what?! That’s preposterous. Clearly you’ve never heard a cat purr before, because that’s not it. Just… get that spot right above my tail!” he said quickly as he did his best to hide his embarrassment. Lambert chuckled as they kept working. They knew very well what a cat’s purr sounded like (they had cat Followers after all), but they decided to not humiliate The One Who Waits further.

Soon enough, his back was finished and Lambert moved on to his arms. His strange skeletal arms were even stranger up close, as his black ichor coated bones were all exposed all the way down to the tips of his fingers. Narinder stretched his arms out in front of him and let Lambert begin work on his wrists. The salve must have had some sterilising power to them as well, as his wrists stung at first when it was applied, yet soon the stinging was replaced by a dull soothing sensation.

As Lambert began work on his right wrist, Narinder grinned to himself and decided to have a bit of fun with the young lamb as revenge for making him purr in front of them. Without them noticing, Narinder brought his left hand close and gently rubbed the tip of his finger down Lambert’s back, causing them to freeze and let out a confused yelp.

“Hmmm. Are you sensitive on your back young lamb? Or perhaps here?” he said as he reached his finger to just above their calf and gently poked the back of their knee. Lambert seemed to spasm from the touch and fell against Narinder’s right hand.

“M-master! This hardly seems justified.” Lambert said as they felt their face lighting up. Narinder merely chuckled as he gently poked them in the center of their back, causing them to flinch. They tried to back away, but Narinder gently held them in his right hand and turned them around. Lambert struggled against his grip, but Narinder could hardly feel it. He raised up his finger again and placed it against Lambert’s midsection before gently drawing a circle against their thick wool.

“Ah.. ah ha… Master I ah… hah hah!” Lambert began to laugh as Narinder continued to trace the circle, leaving a small indention in their wool. Lambert tried to block his finger with their arms, but they had trouble moving them from the sensation and could only watch as Narinder kept playing with them like a stuffed animal. When Narinder stopped tracing their midsection, he instead gently tapped the bottom of their hooves, which made Lambert nearly burst into laughter.

“Hah hah Master… please I… hah hah… I haven’t… laughed like this… in a while… hah ha ha!” Lambert’s face was bright red by this point as they burst into a laughing fit as Narinder watched with a smug grin.

“My my. Are you enjoying yourself too little Lamb? You wouldn't happen to have any more sensitive areas would you?” Narinder asked. Lambert was struggling to not laugh as Narinder kept tracing his finger over their body, but soon he had his fill of fun and gently set them back on the floor, finally giving them a chance to catch their breath.

“Hmmm. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did Vessel. Seeing your pudgy body squirm like that from a simple touch was immensely pleasing.” Narinder added, causing Lambert’s face to turn an even brighter red.

P-pudgy!? Lambert was sure this was the most embarrassed they’ve ever been in their life. They covered their face and walked away for a moment as Narinder laughed at them. Lambert knew they had to get back at him somehow. They were a Servant of The One Who Waits, but they were NOT his plaything.

Luckily, they had the perfect chance coming up.

Narinder yawned as Lambert began to work on his legs. He stretched his legs and paws out behind him and rolled up his skirt to give Lambert more room and light to work with. They were surprised to see that his legs were still covered in flesh and fur, which gave them a great idea. As Lambert gently rubbed the salve onto his knees and calves, Narinder relaxed his body even more and was on the verge of actually falling asleep, something he hadn’t done in a long time. Lambert had different plans for him however, and soon managed to reach his paws. They were quite big, easily being taller than Lambert, and currently they were stretched out behind Narinder. Lambert checked the bottom of them and grinned.

The one weakness that all cats shared. Their sensitive paw pads.

Lambert got to work to avoid suspicion and gently rubbed the salve over Narinder’s paws. He found the sensation incredibly soothing and he stretched out further and buried his face in his arms. Lambert rubbed his heel and began rubbing the bottom of his foot when they reached his pads. Now was the chance. They gently rubbed some salve onto the pads before beginning to lightly prod the pads with their fingers.

Narinder seemed to not notice at first, although he did flick his ear. Lambert prodded it some more before beginning to rub their fingers against it, causing Narinder to quake a little bit.

“Hmmm? What are you doing down there Lamb?” he asked. Narinder could feel a tingling sensation on his paws, and he found it almost overwhelming. Lambert ignored him and began rubbing with more ferocity, causing Narinder to scrunch up his paws and begin trying to get up.

“Hah… Lamb! You think that.. Hah… I don’t… ha ha ha… know what you… ha … are doing!” Narinder stammered out. Lambert had a wicked grin as they began to tickle the pads with greater effort, cuaisng Narinder to begin quivering. He was on the verge of laugher, and could feel his face beginning to turn bright red.

“Hah ha- Stop! You.. hah hah… damned Lamb! Hah hah ha ha ha!” Narinder burst into full on laughter as he struggled to get up form the ground. Lambert continued to tickle him and Narinder started to try and roll over to escape the sensation. Lambert stepped back as Narinder rolled onto his side and back, but he had rolled the wrong way and his chains ended up wrapping around his body, tying his arms to his chest.

“LAMB!” Narinder shouted, but Lmabert simply saw an opportunity and jumped on the top of his paw before tickling the top of his feet. Narinder broke into another laughing fit as he tried to kick Lambert off, but they had a tight grip. Suddenly, Narinder kicked his foot up and Lambert lost their grip, causing them to fly up and land on his chest. Narinder looked up from the ground, his face burning bright red and his fanged mouth in a vicious snarl.

“Sorry Master, but this is payback.” Lambert said as they opened a gap in his robes, revealing his big fluffy chest, and began tickling right in the center of it. Narinder tried his hardest to resist, but he began laughing once more, causing his chest to vibrate with each “hah”. Lambert was beginning to enjoy this as Narinder tried to free his arms, but with the chains and the tickling he was having a lot of trouble moving his body. All he could do was sit and laugh as Lambert kept tickling his chest.

“Are we interrupting something?” asked a voice from the side.

Lambert and Narinder both froze. They looked to their right and saw Aym and Baal standing there. They both had a look of confusion on their face as Narinder and Lambert both felt their faces turn bright red.

“Uhhh… no you aren’t interrupting anything.” Lambert said quickly. “I was just… massaging his chest.” they said.

Narinder nodded “Yes. Indeed. The chains had goten stuck you see, so I needed help with the soreness. You were gone and they were here so I figured they’d be fit for the job.” Narinder said. Aym and Baal both looked at each other for a moment before shrugging and stepping to the side.

“Well, this was lovely but I have business to take care of. Bye!” Lambert said quickly as they hopped off of Narinder, rushed to the Sending Stone, and departed soon after in the familiar red flash. Narinder rolled his body over and sat back up now that his chains were looser. He’ll admit, despite the humiliation he had just received, his body did indeed feel less sore, and he did find having fun with Lambert to be enjoyable. Perhaps they could do it sometime again?

“Master, why is your robe open?” Baal asked.

“Some things are better left unknown, Baal.” Narinder said as he quickly closed up his robe.

So I sort of came up with this spontaneously (7 AM brain moment) and decided to get it all down. Tickle stuff isn't really my specialty, so its kind of short compared to my other stuff. Still, if you like that kind of stuff, then I hope you enjoy.

Massive Monster show Narinder pawbs please.