“Stockings…” Your voice was meek, as you asked the commander to leap over this last hurdle. She was filled with embarrassment upon hearing this. Her duties as a ranger never put her in a position like this, where she had to reveal her skin to an outsider. You knew the psychological impact of this request. The commander never put emphasis on her gender, and all of a sudden she was being asked to show her bare legs in front of you. The possibility of her killing you in a fit of rage increased substantially.
The commander caught herself channeling a series of powerful emotions, calming down and accepting your final request. She stood up in front of you, wordlessly removing her leather pants. You had never been so surprised in your entire life. Upon being removed, the commander returned to her seat and her body to the side. Before you could stop to wonder why, the commander slipped her finger underneath the hem of her woolen legwear, guiding the material down from her thighs. Despite your professional motives, the eroticism of the moment was not lost on you. This was a beautiful woman, masquerading as an elite ranger of Silvermoon. Behind the exterior of this overworked, royal zealot was a much more precious identity – an identity you wanted to know more about.
Her shimmering, blue eyes wavered as she peeled the stockings down her legs and slipped them off her feet. The skin of her freshly revealed feet glistened with a sweaty moistness, while several soft imprints were pressed into the top of her feet by her constricting legwear. The sight was phenomenal. As you took a deep breath to recount your plan, your tongue began to tingle ominously. The feeling of arcane magic flowed throughout your mouth, alerting you to the moment you were waiting for.
As resurgence of intimacy entered your system as the commander crossed her legs, letting her right foot dangle in front of your face. A lust-born confidence bloomed inside of you. You couldn’t tell where it came from, or just how much it affected you, but the result was clear. You were prepared to enact the rest of your plan. The commander had no idea what you were going to do, but still managed to hide behind a façade of composure. In this respect, she was cute. The only problem now was the fact that your hands were still tied behind your back. In the back of your mind, you knew it wasn’t a real problem.
Left without the use of your hands, you nuzzled the commander’s foot with your cheek. This affection felt so natural to you, despite her reluctance to cooperate. Everyone in the tent fell silent as you cracked your mouth open, extending your tongue to meet with the heel of the commander’s sole. Upon making contact with her foot, a brightly glowing crest appeared on the flesh of your tongue. You were too immersed in the moment to care, dragging your tongue across the length of her sole in one, passionate motion. The luster of the crest grew with every second pressed against the foot of this elvish woman. As your tongue disconnected from the commander’s foot just before reaching her toes, the vibrant glow produced by the crest waned. It remained with a dull glow, occasionally pulsing with the flow of magic.
Even if she had an idea of what was coming beforehand, this was the best way of proving your connection to the royal family. You held your tongue out for her to inspect. The rune laden in your tongue was of royal origin, much like the emblem sewn onto the ranger’s cloaks. The commander was shocked by this discovery. It was forbidden among the arcane arts to imbue a person with magic like this. For this reason, you understood her feelings. The expression she wore told you that she wanted to ask about this, but there wouldn’t be any answers for you to give. You withdrew your tongue back into your mouth. “Is that enough, Ma’am?”
Silence. There was no response to your question, as every eye in the room was once again turned on you. The atmosphere was heavy, as if you had just done something totally unthinkable. This reaction felt too strong for simply licking the commander’s foot. It was unexpected. You looked up at the commander, only now noticing the ardent look in her eyes.
A female voice rings out from beside the commander. “So you’re the foot elf? How pitiable.” These words were exclaimed by a ranger who you assume to be the second-in-command. She opted to keep the hood of her cloak down, masking all of her facial features, save for a pair of faintly glowing blue eyes. “Do you not understand all of the trouble you’ve caused because of your actions? If what the Queen said is true, we might as well execute you right now.” A familiar silence follows her words, as you recount your thoughts. There was nothing you missed, no mistake amidst your explanation of your connection to the royal family. As far as you could remember, all of yours matters linked to the capital city were settled. So, what the hell were these royal elite talking about? Something must have happened after your departure.
Your train of thought was interrupted by the commander. “Calm down, Amaurea. He obviously doesn’t know what you’re talking about.” The senior ranger backed down almost instantly as she heard her named called. She shot a couple of glares at you before falling back beside the commander. It seemed like the interrogation was over. The commander took it upon herself to explain the situation. “The Queen marked you as a deserter and traitor to your country.” This revelation hit you hard. You weren’t a traitor. Your loyalty to the royal family was still strong, even while away in exile. To even be considered as such was a joke. The commander continued, imitating the Queen’s dialect as best as she could.
“Last night, my personal servant took advantage of me while I was sleeping.”
. . .
Your relationship with the Queen was more akin to a toy than anything else. She would often tease you about relieving her sexual urges. It was always subtle until one day she discovered your foot fetish. From there on, the Queen refused to let you go about your servant duties until you played along with her. Washing her feet while she was bathing, giving her foot massages after a day of work, kissing her feet as a greeting every morning; everything revolved around keeping you leashed to her feet.
. . .
“He entered my room of his own charge…”
. . .
While it was all lighthearted teasing for the first couple of years, the problems arose when she first asked for you to deliver ‘a glass of warm milk’ to her room late at night. Upon arriving with the milk, you were shocked to find the Queen sitting on her bed naked. She beckoned you closer with one hand, concealing her breasts with the other. Her seductive glare conveyed her desires. No more teasing, she wanted relief. That was the first time you were ever ordered to please the Queen.
. . .
“…and without warning, he tied me up and sexually abused my feet.”
. . .
That wasn’t how it went. That night, the Queen requested for ‘a glass of warm milk’ once again. You knew the truth behind this request at this point, so you didn’t bother to warm the milk in the first place. As predicted, you found the Queen naked and waiting for you. However, tonight she ordered you to tie her up and play with her, just as she had played with you. There was no choice in the matter, so you agreed and did what she wanted. With free reign to play with the woman who had been playing with you all this time, you chose to prolong her satisfaction by focusing on her feet. For what seemed like hours, you worshipped the Queen’s feet. It was sweet revenge, and it was ruined in a fraction of a second.
. . .
“Thankfully, one of the other servants noticed this act and called the guards.”
. . .
A female servant who often cleaned the corridors of the castle heard the Queen’s frustrated cries of pleasure. The moment you heard the door open, you knew the fun had come to an end. While the servant expectedly closed the door and ran away, the Queen pressed her feet against you in a wordless plea for you to finish what you started. And so you did. This marked the first and last time you were ever able to worship the Queen’s feet.
. . .
The commander continued to recite exactly what she heard during the Queen’s speech, even as a younger ranger walked up behind you to release your binds. The red marks left on your wrists didn't hurt as much as the blatant lies the Queen told to save herself.
“For this reason, I would like to reward this servant with a medal in appreciation of what you’ve done to save the Queen of this nation. You will also find yourself promoted to fill the gap left by the traitorous foot elf. Congratulations, and I hope-“
You were thankful to the commander for relaying this so accurately, but raised a finger to her lips to cut off the rest of her speech. “That’s all I needed to hear.” The commander’s eyes widened, a bit embarrassed to be being caught rambling. While in the back of your mind you wondered if that servant girl was going to be alright, there were more pressing matters to worry about. The rangers still surrounded you, and the commander still wanted answers. Everyone already knew the situation, so why continue pressing for the truth? It was curious.
“I don’t suppose you can enlighten us about this situation, can you?” The commander asked, her eyes pleading for answers.
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