That was the confession you were waiting for, but it was odd for Sylvanas to do this after discovering your infamous encounter with the Queen. “My hands are stained. Why would you ask this of me?”
Sylvanas seemed to surprise you at every turn, and this time was no exception. “I ask this of you because I have an idea of what happened between you and the Queen.” She kicked her right foot forward into your personal space, resting her dirty foot on your shoulder. “Now would you please begin?” Sylvanas was entrusting her feet to you once again. You nodded, accepting the scrubbing brush and kneeling down beside her cot. It wouldn’t hurt to play along.
You grabbed the foot resting upon your shoulder and rolled your fingers underneath her heel, cradling her foot with one hand. Your touch was excessively tender, leading Sylvanas to a noticeable blush. A smirk ran across your face upon this realization, as you focused on her two beautiful feet. You lathered the brush in water drawn from your bucket. This was the sort of menial task you had repeated over the years in service to the Queen, soon introducing the bristled side of the brush to Sylvanas’ heel. Every movement you made was graceful and worked towards the eventual goal of removing the dried mud from her skin. As you were told, using wholesome, gentle strokes was the best way to achieve this. There was no need to rush this moment, as you heard Sylvanas exclaim a sigh of relief. Your devoted service to the Queen allowed you a level of technique unseen outside of the royal servants.
The brush progressed upward, across the length of her arch. After everything you learned from the interrogation, you knew Sylvanas was sensitive here. Recalling an instance with the Queen, you accidentally tickled her foot when cleaning it during her bath. It broke the relaxing mood and the Queen made you pay for that mistake thoroughly. Disrupting such a mood was something you never intended to repeat. You worked the brush against the light, earthy build-up along her sole, never ceasing in your efforts to apply the right amount of pressure. Every second of practice that went into perfecting your trade was paying off, right here, for Sylvanas.
Sylvanas closed her eyes and embraced the soothing calmness that overwhelmed her. You carefully splayed her toes out and worked the brush against her digits. The soft bristles encompassed her individual toes, caressing their supple frame with every pass. You could only imagine the wonderful sensations this brought Sylvanas, as you dutifully cleaned her toes to utter perfection. Another sigh escaped her mouth, this time as ecstatic shivers ran through her body. This was beginning to affect both of you in ways you hadn’t imagined.
This was the first time you had served the feet of a woman outside of the Queen. The connection you felt between Sylvanas filled you with a passion you hadn’t experienced before. You were unsure on how to respond to these feelings, so you merely continued your service to this ranger, oblivious to the slender hands wrapping around your head. Pausing in surprise, you felt Sylvanas hunch over and pull you into her chest. Your focused drifted away from her feet, as you noticed her heavy breathing. Each bout of hot air pouring out from her lungs contained the same passion afflicting you. It clung to her breath, forcing you to realize that this was more than a simple foot cleaning.
She embraced your head, attempting to catch her breath. Her senses were frustrated by the endless stimulation, unable to handle your practice all on the first go. This made you realize just how well the Queen had adapted to you. Perhaps this was the reason she was so unwilling to share you with the rest of the royal family. It was hard to believe you were really this accomplished, but the womanly evidence of such was bundled up around your head while pondering. “That’s not fair… you shouldn’t be able to make me feel like this.” Her voice was soft, still reeling under the exhaustion you caused her.
This felt like the perfect time to inquire what she thought of the Queen, so you took a gamble. “What do you think happened between me and the Queen?” While the obtrusive female parts in your face muddled the depth of your voice, you think the message was well-received.
Speechless at first, Sylvanas eventually found the will to explain. “I know the Queen. This wasn’t the first time we’ve had an incident in the castle with her and a servant.” She rested her cheek on the top of your head, turning to the side as if to avoid your potential glare. “But this was the first time we’ve had to reveal the matter publically.”
Oh, how glad you were to be the first exception. You were ostracized by your people, cut off from your friends and family, and then betrayed by the woman you devoted your life to serving. After having made such a huge commitment to the Queen, this was a cruel realization.
“What do you want to do?” There was no hesitation in your voice. You were finally broken, accepting of the fact that you could not return to your master. If Sylvanas brought you here with the intent to try out the Queen’s latest plaything, then there was no longer any reason to sugarcoat her desires. You were at her disposal.
Sylvanas pulled herself away from you, allowing the torchlight to brighten her face. You noticed her staring down at you. Behind the dull gaze was a tint of sadness, almost as if she was suffering from your lifeless words. “I would like to inherit your services.” She was embarrassed to admit it, but Sylvanas was speaking as truthfully as she could. “When you licked my foot, something inside of me just… treasured that sensation. It happened again when you handled my feet with such gentleness.” Sylvanas was beginning to understand why the Queen chose you as her personal servant.
Her words were astonishing for you – who had almost lost hope in returning to his purpose in life. Without the Queen you were lost, but Sylvanas wanted to ensure this didn’t remain so. She certainly seemed willing to make the pledge, just as you had with the Queen years ago. This was an unbreakable, lifetime oath to forever serve and protect your master. Switching masters didn’t bode well in your mind, especially if your new master wasn’t of royal blood. You really would be considered a traitor if you chose to accept, even if it was the best decision.
But you were an outcast. There was no risk upon swearing fealty to a new master; no one cared anymore. Your peers, friends and family were no longer relevant, as they likely cut their ties to you after the ‘foot elf’ incident. There were no rules to govern a situation that didn’t officially exist, so the decision was yours to make.
“I just…” The silence was dissipated by her words, prompting you to look up at Sylvanas. She shivered from the vague possibility of rejection. You could understand her concerns. This ranger appeared unfamiliar with her own vices, but here she was, admitting an interest in your displays of affection for her feet. This humbling sensation was not spared on you. It felt natural to kneel before this woman, almost as if the Queen was just a fleeting memory. As Sylvanas resumed her speech, you understood the words she wanted to speak before they even left her mouth. “I want you for my own.” Sylvanas stated her real intentions.
You couldn't have become any more aware of the change in atmosphere unless the breeze whispered it straight into your ear. You were alone with a beautiful, female ranger, in the middle of an especially dark night in the forests. Sylvanas wanted to be your new master, even if the Queen had claimed you with your lineage mark. You didn't want to betray the Queen as she did to you, but there was no way to return to her side. Sylvanas, on the other hand, was more than prepared to accept you. The choices wore on your mind until you finally came to a decision.
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