Finally realising how much power he has over you, how dependent you are of his good will to survive, you cower your head and walk to him. You then cross the gap between you and those large men sized shining scaled feet. You think that of all things a mighty being like this could posibly have chosen you to perform, attending his sore feet were surely not the most humiliating, you console yourself.
Until he throws you to the white with a migthy push of his heavy foot ''On the ground!'' he snarls and as you adjust yourself to one of a worshipper's stance, he plants both his feet in front of you, both heels rested on the ground, soles up to you, and both taller than you are on your knees, you have to admit, such manly proportions are worthy of praise.
You crawl slowly up to them, trying to acostume yourself to his overbearing musk, but no matter how much longer you wale it, when you finally reach his feet, the smell is even stronger, and you much hazier. ''What are you waiting for, another push?!" booms the impacient god threatigly angling his right foot over you. Trying to stop its avance, you stick your arms out, but then happens the first contact. You were surprised! It were hot and soft, definitely dusty and a little damp, but sure, those enormous feet belonged to the crocodile god!
Having break the ice, you actually try and start stroking the vast expanse of the sole, getting calmer and more effficient as you progress, it appears to have calmed down the god a little and he snorts when you look up expectantly ''What? You think you're done? Not even started the other foot!'' he booms and to make his statement, he presses onto your face his left foot, still perfectly untouched, cleary needing some hands and tongue over it.
You then begin to switch between the two, using both hands to kneed and praise one sole but turning to the other as soon as the other starts to move closer. Soon, you make yourself a rhytim, pleasuring both at the same time. Seeing the content yet bored look on the big croc's face, you decide its time to try something new.
You stand you on your feet and Sobek's eyes dart open ''What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he asks, his calm just barely. Quickly appologising, you explain as quick as posible that you percecived from the mighty god's actions that he might need something a little more enthusiastic than just the kneeding. And as he hears it, Sobek comments ''Since you've at least soothed the soreness, I may grant you this request'' the giant god concurs.
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