With you clutched in his hand, an idea suddenly pops into the young alchemist’s mind. He grins in excitement as he placed you on the floor near his shows. You watch in terror as he slowly starts to remove his shoes, revealing one socked foot and his “bare” metallic foot.
“Your first job is going to be worshiping my foot. You’ll look at it like it’s a god in itself, understand shrimp?” he asks from high above. You don’t say anything and he scowls at you. Raising his auto mail foot and stomping the ground, you snap out of your trance and nod up to him. Edward grins and starts to peel his sock off, even more slowly than his shoes as if to add dramatic effect. When the sock is completely off and tossed onto the bed somewhere, the now-bare foot lifts up so the sole is facing you like some kind of wall of flesh. From his seated position on the bed, Ed simply points at his foot while staring you down with his eyes. You don’t really know what to do, but you defiantly don’t want to make Ed angry. The first thought that comes to mind is to touch it, so you do so. Your hands touch Ed’s soft soles as they rub as much of it as your small size would allow. Ed seems pleased form the look of his face above you. You don’t really know what to think. The foot reeked like any teenage boy’s would, but the stench was somehow comforting. Rubbing the giant’s sole felt humiliating, but also kind of good. Before you new it, you had your face pressed into his sole just to get a good sniff of it. Ed saw this as was amused.
“Well, if you like to be that close to my foot…why don’t you lick it next?” Lick them? The thought seemed disgusting to you, but you were in no position to defy him. Therefore, you hesitantly stuck out your tongue and gave the foot its first worshiping lick. Ed felt this more than the rubbing and his foot twitched at the feeling. Again, you didn’t know what to make of this. The taste of pure, teenage boy sweat was all you could taste on the foot. Salty and warm…not your first choice for a drink. Neither the less, you continued to lick all the places you had rubbed. The foot worshiping went on for a full half-hour before something else happened.
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