1.11 - Fetishes

Stop! before you read further. This particular chapter contains some fetish content, Foot, and some light BDSM action. If one or the other's scares you, please skip the chapter. (Especially the grippers.) I promise it won't be a recurring norm or theme in a story. I just wanted to explore some kinky stuff with different characters. Now, the story is tagged as Futanari. And yet you've only seen it in two chapters. I promise the protagonist will embrace the eventual path of using a dick further down the line. But… I want to take it slow at first. If you'll bear with me. 

Ellete was barely above her in terms of social rank—she was a level one, so to speak, barely a step above being a zero. And yet she treated Ilse like dirt was trampled underneath her shoe. Her words were always directed at her, whether it was her mild shyness or some unobservable insecurity.

Her stare could cut glass if she willed it, and yet here she was…dragging her to her apartment. 

Was this a mistake?

She wasn't going to lie, she was curious about what exactly she wanted. Though the answer seemed obvious, what else do you need an assistant in sex limbo for? Either way, she was ready, calm, unless Ellete was going to pull out a massive girl cock, she had nothing to worry about.

The door to the apartment had cracked open, revealing a comfortable and cozy place with a heavy botanic motif. It seemed hardly a place for Ellete, but perhaps she was judging off first impressional perspectives. A Floral curtain lets the late afternoon light spill in, warm and comfy. Their bookshelves at the edge of the living room, curated and trimmed vines, flowed along the edges of the wooden framing. Flowers potted and jarred were everywhere, the smell you'd expect from an outdoor garden was trapped inside the apartment. 

"You've lots of flowers, Ellete, I find them quite beautiful and pleasant."

"I do," she whispered, then her petite arms pushed her inside the apartment. 

"oof–"

Ilse was pushed inside abruptly, stumbling forward, Ellete closed the door and locked it. 

Ellete smiled shyly, her back pressed against the door. 

Ilse's heart started accelerating. "There's no reason to lock the door so early is there."

Ellete, hands stayed behind her back, fiddling with her thumbs, she looked away half embarrassed. "I...I don't want us to be disturbed, my neighbors can be a problem."

Now her patience was wearing thin. It would be much better if Ellete just said what exactly she wanted from her. 

Ilse leaned against a table, putting her knapsack down. She crossed her arms. 

"W-well, Did you bring me here to fuck?" she asked with a slight blush. Staring at Ellete's petite frame. "What happened to the faux aggression you had earlier."

Ellete didn't answer, she just looked away, bowing her head. 

"I'm scared," She stepped closer, cheeks redder than apples. "That if I tell you'll... you'll walk away, like others did."

Ilse didn't know what to do. Unless it was another, till death do us part situation, then she had no reason to worry.

"I have kinks, they're pretty tame I reckon, but still kinda taboo for most people." her face contorted like she had to force it out of her mouth.

Oh, that simplifies things then. She'll do whatever bar, the total unhygienic. 

"Well, you did agree, earlier, do you still want to, you gotta say yes, or I'll have to boot you out." she frowned and pouted her lips. 

"Okay, Ellete, we can do whatever, I guess."

Ellete became slightly frantic, she pushed Ilse towards her bedroom. And with a heavy shove threw Ilse onto the bed, the auburn-haired girl stared at Ellete, with uncertainty. Blue eyes locking uncertainty.

Ellet sunk to her knees with a fell swoop, crawling toward a sitting Ilse–cautious but like a prey beast, uncertain if she should pursue, slowly.

Her knees grazed her wooden floor, as she prostrated herself even further. Her back arching like a stretching cat, her blouse giving way to exposing more of her skin. Her face was locked on Ilse's barefoot, and the other with her only slipper. 

Her fingers took the slipper, sliding it out with staggered and deliberate movement. Revealing her foot bare and naked. 

"Can I lick it?" she asked, frightened. 

She had a foot fetish, then it…wasn't that weird. Feet could be attractive to Ilse under the circumstances of course. 

Ilse caught her breath. She nodded. She was partially curious,

[Corruption] started stirring.

Ellete pressed the soles of Ilse's feet against her cheeks and closed her eyes, inhaling her sweaty scent. As she started massaging the soles of both of her feet. It was relaxing, and yet sensual sending electric tingles down her spine. 

Ellete's lips parted way, her tongue pressed forward as she ran it between Ilse's big toe. Ilse's nerves alight, as Ellete's wet tongue, traveled from toe to toe, licking in between, nibbling on her toenails. She shoved Ilse's toes into her mouth, suckling on them, leaving them wet and ticklish.

Alternating, and her head bopping along as she took them in all at once. 

She turned to the other foot, bringing up tongue up her heel, as she moaned along. Ilse stared in silence, amused, almost aroused. 

Ilse's hand slid between her weak robe, pressing two fingers into her crotch, rubbing slowly as she kept pace with Ellete licking at her feet.

Her fingers slip inside, pressing inwards and she starts masturbating. 

Ellete pulled back, her lips wide and slick, pupils dilated. She crawls higher up Ilse's foot, trailing wet saliva past her ankle, she kisses up her calf, leaving her thigh wet and marked by her mouth. 

She stopped in front of Ilse's core, taking off her undergarments, her left arm still cradling and massaging her toes. Ilse hastened the process, letting now wet cloth disappear. Ellete pushed her face in the rough and eager, sloppy tongue. 

Ilse's eyes flew open, as her tongue parted between her folds, sensitive and above all else intimate. She arched her body backward, clinging to the sides of the bed. 

Her tongue started exploring, lapping inside and out. Her body tenses in anticipation. Her toes curling in response, she's unable to hold back as a wave crashes over her. She cries out in a moan. Her thigh muscles tightening along Ellete's face, were still digging in. 

What a freak!

Ilse pulled back. Then Ellete turned away, sharply wiping her mouth clean with the back of her hand.

"Your mana feels warm," she whispered. "intoxicating"

The statement put her off guard, did mana naturally enhance the secretions of cum in this world. Is that how the manner was transferred? 

Ellete smiled at her. Then her softness disappeared again. 

She hastily runs towards a drawer and then pulls out a light leather whip, her breath ragging. She shoved it into Ilse's hands, her eyes dark, with submission. 

"You're too passive," she sneers. Ilse was taken aback, did she want her to be more dominant."Make me beg, please"

If that's what she wanted.

She lets the moment take her in whole, she slaps Ellete across the face, making her moan in a pleasurable response.

For a one, she sure fell simply. 

Ellete gasped, and yet it didn't come from the slap. 

"Hit me, harder Ilse," she moaned. Voice dripping with total submission and yet defying Ilse's weak domination. 

Ilse brought the whip down, bringing it down with force. A disturbed glint in her eyes. The lash cracked across Ellete's pale buttocks, drawing a red vivid line on her ass. 

She cried out, against the pain, with a hint of pleasure as she arched instinctively. 

"More, more, more," she begged, her eyes locking with Ilse's with a dark intensity. "Hit me, please, punish me."

Ilse didn't hold back, every subsequent whip slapped her ass made Ellete beg for more. Her butt jiggled in response, elevating enough for Ilse to see her pussy tingle. It wasn't the first time Ilse engaged in an act like this but the first she had to play the other role. 

Their dance of submission and dominance continued for a while.

Ellete's skin bloomed blood red, her arousal had reached its peak before Ilse took the initiative and fingered her down, making her orgasm climax on the floor. 

Ilse grew tired, she let the whip fall to the ground. 

"Is that enough?" she whispers, her voice thick with adrenaline.

Ellete didn't answer, she stood, stripping what was left of her partial nudity. She stepped forward and pushed Ilse onto the floor, their roles switching in an instant. 

She planted her foot on Ilse's face, pressing hard against her cheeks. She pivoted with her foot forcing her toes down Ilse's mouth. 

"My turn!" she commanded, voice low. Clean my dirty feet…"

Ilse hesitated, then she leaned in, eagerly.

Her tongue traced across Ellete's soft heel, tasting salt and sweat, and the faint trace of a worn-out sock.

It was humiliating, embarrassing to an extent, but hot–above all else…It made her crave more.