You get only half a step or so in before you feel a gust of wind fly past you, causing you to stop. Erika quickly ran past you towards the exit, where she sealed the exit by rolling a boulder over the fron of it. You frantically look around for anything that could keep her at bay, but you both know the futility in that, so she slowly advances on your poor soul. You retreat into a far corner, but you only delay the reunion with her scaled feet. The realization that your journey has already come to a screeching halt dawns upon you, and you suddenly you have nothing to lose. You get up and charge like a bull into the side of Erika.
Of course she doesn't budge, she's an ancient and powerful dragon, instead she grabs the nape of your neck and carries you back to the throne. "How pathetic, you honestly thought you'd earn points with me by struggling? By trying to hurt me? How dare you! I am your entire world now, do you honestly want your world to be hell?" She backhands you, sending you reeling to the hard floor. The first thing you see as you turn back around is the the worn out scales of her feet. "Perhaps if you really show you love these things, I can consider not dropping you into a horny colony of giant ants huh? Sound like a deal?" She flexes her toes in your face and you throw yourself at them, your anger now dissipated into depressed acceptance.
You pick up one foot, heavy as a cinder block or two, and start to suck and scrape the underside of her toenails. A mistake, crud had been accumulating there for eons for all you know, and not one you will ever forget. Your tongue shot itself back into your body just as quick as you sent it out, and you recoil from the sheer taste of it. This elicits a giggle, and she drags you over, pinning you underneath her. She roughly jams her foot into your mouth, a very tight fit, and does it herself. Her long, knifelike, and mistreated nails rub away centuries of grime with the help of your two bottom teeth. It's absolutely horrific, and you do your best to resist. It's to no avail, she's stronger than anything, and she easily keeps you right where she wants you despite your weak attempts at pulling her ankle off.
"Be a good foot boy, swallow what I give you with eagerness. It'll be your only food from now on, my filth. Show me affection and beg for mercy, beg for the chance to do anything besides my feet. Humans, disgusting." She taps her foot on your lip, shaking any leftover dirt into your mouth before switching out, now using her left. They smell of death, who you wish would grant you a sweet release right now, and taste even worse. Little bits of filth, soaked for ages in sweat and coated with whatever she's been stepping on, now take residence in your mouth by the handful. The tiniest bulge in your cheek appears, you simply cannot swallow this poison fast enough, there's just so much. You start to gag and heave from the rotten flecks of toe jam, causing her to temporarily relieve you.
"You puke on my floor, you lick it up. Speaking of licking, give me your tongue." You reluctantly turn to face her, your soul broken by her. Your tongue gets pinned to the ground by one foot, the other massaging itself on the back of your head. She grinds her sole on it, whatever muck didn't get absorbed earlier, she gives you now. Your hair becomes slick with her sweat, your tongue numb with the torture it's receiving. After a long while of her rubbing her feet on you, she pins your neck down with an arch of her now mostly clean sole.
She ponders for a moment, her heavy feet resting on your Adam's apple, thinking very hard about what is needed next. With a grumble in her stomach; she's now aware of what she wants, and so she beckons you to follow her into one of the small rooms behind the throne. They're crudely carved into the rock, but lavishly adorned. What appears to be a dining room has a long oak table, gold plates, silver chalices, and food already laid out. It's the thing of kings, but Erika reassures you that you aren't getting a piece of the roast chicken or any of the cake and wine. You go under the table.
You hesitate for the briefest of seconds, your hunger fighting back fear, and so she punches you with the strength of a truck. You collapse face first into the table, slinking below it with only semi consciousness. She takes her spot at the head of the table, her massive feet once again the entirety of your world. You sit cross cross apple sauce and take one in your hand, kneading it with your thumb. No matter how much "love" you give these tortur devices, you are certain they will always carry the same odor as before. A stale, damp, suffocating air surrounds you as you try to please her twins. Revolting, but much better than being under them you must admit. Now, you take your thumb in small circles around the center of her foot, trying desperately to remember how to do this from your few experiences before this hell. Apparently it works, or the chicken does, as she starts to elicits small grunts and moans in increasing frequency.
Trying to ignore the obvious, you just massage harder, resting both feet on your knees so you can treat both of them at once. Little presses here and there from your thumb, your fingers intertwined with the gaps between her toes, you give it your all. As long as she's happy, she won't give you over to people who would gang rape you to death. You try to take that as a positive, but reality comes back to haunt you as she tugs you out from under the table. A look in her eyes tells you she's not going to play nice, and she shoves one greasy hand into your face.
You latch on to her thumb with your lips, now realizing just how hungry you really are. You suck with growing intensity and passion, trying to gain as much chicken grease as possible before she takes it away. Finger after finger, you notice that she's not going to, she's pretty into this. Her moans increase in such a volume that it shakes the walls. It's too much, all this prolonged worship, and she shoves you to the ground right there and then. Your pants come off barely intact along with your shirt, and it's not too long before you lay naked under her excited body.
A freshly licked hand expertly explores your jewels, easily the most valuable jewels in her collection to her right now. Even that doesn't hold out though, and she eases her way over your shaft, penetrating herself on you. This big and heavy of someone sitting with deadweight on your hips sends waves of pain throughout your body, but you not dare interrupt her lustful rocking. You try to grasp onto something, but the smooth rock of the mountain yields nothing. Erika sees your attempts and takes your hands in hers, now increasing her speed twofold. The heat emanating from her is able to melt stone, her noises able to shatter rocks, and the smell of her sex hangs heavily in the room. You do all you can do not focus, but your penis remains rock hard, trapped in her for however long she wants. You think your hands are about be crushed in hers as she nears orgasm, and that she may expel fire from how rapidly she's riding you right now.
That's little of your worries as she roars, nearly bringing down the cave as she expels her love juices in a torrent, with you returning the favor soon after. You both lay next to eachother for a moment, attempting to catch your breath for what you hope is not round two. That would kill you. Instead, she pulls you in close, softly cuddling. This is the most relaxed you've seen her, no sadism at all. You do nothing, careful not to mess up this calmness. Suddenly she snaps up, somehow energized yet again. What could she possibly want now
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