Footrest by the Fire [Subscriber Reward]
Ruby and Masuya come in out of the cold.
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**Footrest by the Fire
Subscriber Reward for Lucky-Ray (Dec 2023)
By Limewah
18+**
The cottage was only marginally warmer than the bitter winter bite of the snowy forest, but it was still a huge improvement. And it only got more comfortable the closer Ruby trudged to the still-burning stove and its comforting warmth.
He gradually shed the dark layers of wool and cotton, shaking the snow off of his shoulders. In a mirror near the door, he could see his dark hair was cowlicked from his hat, and his cheeks and nose were a bright, rosy red.
He shuddered one last time before heading straight for the stove, rubbing his hands together.
His partner wasn’t asking him if he was alright - Masuya probably didn’t feel the cold as much as him. Being a necromancer gave one a far higher tolerance for the chill.
“That was lovely,” the sorceress said idly. “Thank you for coming along with me!”
“S-s-sure,” Ruby chattered, unable to mask the discomfort in his voice.
“Oh, was that too long a hike for you?” Masuya asked, still taking her leisurely time unfurling her scarf and unpinning her cloak. Her skin was still perfectly pale, and her silky dark hair looked flawless, as always. “You could have said something if it was getting much…”
“I d-didn’t want to,” Ruby said as he splayed out on the rug in front of the stove’s radiation. “You w-were having a nice time, so I didn’t want to…”
“Awwh.” Masuya tutted and tilted her head to the side. “Well, thank you. I’ll boil some water for tea, that’ll warm you right up.”
“Th-th-thank you,” Ruby said, his teeth still rattling as he vibrated from the chill.
“Mmh.” The witch pursed her lips. It was obvious Ruby was going to need a little more than a cup of tea to mitigate this stressful chill. She knew just the thing.
Rather than heading straight to the kitchen nook of the cottage to fetch one of the water jugs, she went to her room, and rifled through her bag. It was a well-woven patchwork of beautiful, love-worn fabric. She kept some of her spare bits and pieces here; she wasn’t planning on doing any magic while she was out here, but the situation called for it.
Masuya pulled out a small burlap doll, made of grey cloth. with a few small strands of black hair wrapped around its neck like a handsome scarf. She returned its stitched-on smile as she looked into its little button eyes.
She reached down towards where its ear was, and whispered softly.
“Relax my dear, relax sweet thing, you’ve been walking so much, and you’re so very tired, it makes me feel so terrible to see you suffer so… so relax, dear one, nothing would make me happier than that…”
Ruby wouldn’t hear it. But his mind would.
She gently folded the doll’s legs underneath its body to match Ruby’s cross-legged position. Then she guided the legs back out in front, and Ruby’s body slowly, sleepily mimicked them
She watched Ruby staring between the slats of the stove at the warm fire, swaying his head from side to side just a little - with her manipulations of the doll’s head to guide him.
“And you feel so warm, so very comfortable, there’s less need for those chilly layers. Just allow yourself to disrobe, free yourself from those imprisoning fabrics… good, dear sweet little thing…
As her stream of lullabye words continued, he grew visibly more relaxed, melting into himself.
His eyes were fluttering just a little. Like he was nodding off. He probably thought he was… he had no idea.
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Ruby felt warmer with each passing moment.. The comforting glow of the hot metal gradually worked through his skin into his bones, and his shivering gradually subsided.
His eyes were drooping, and his head was sagging almost as much. He only became aware of it when a slight snore from his throat pulled him back from the brink of sleep.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay awake - the comfort of unconsciousness was beckoning him closer and closer - but he would probably be better off sleeping in bed. But that required getting up. And he was so comfortable where he was. Sitting on the floor was calming. Relaxing. He had been walking so much, and he was so… very tired…
He couldn’t hear Masuya. Or the sounds of water being boiled. But then he wasn’t really listening out for her. He was focused on the soothing aura of heat. The tongues of flames hidden behind the grate of the stove. The soft crackle of the wood inside the iron casing.
His mind was clearing. His focus was softening. His body felt light, pliant and soft like a stuffed doll. He murmured soft nonsense to himself, eyes still hovering just on the edge of closure as his lids flickered.
He could hear the click of a tongue, soft whispers between a pair of pursed lips. The faintest vibration of a voice, only barely perceptible.
It reminded him of Masuya. But she wasn’t in the room anymore, was she…? He didn’t care to check.
He was focused on the stove, and the dance of the flames behind the bars. It felt better when his skin was bare, and his clothes were scattered around him like the peel of a fruit.
He didn’t hear the sound of the chair dragging, nor did he feel the feet resting on either side of his shoulders.
When his head turned to kiss the left sole, he didn’t feel the texture or the taste. His body was pleasantly numb, his whole mind soft and fibrous.
Though his stomach felt tingly, almost ticklish…
The only sound he made was a slight scoffing giggle.
Masuya’s giggling was a lot louder. She was delighted.
The witch had pulled up a rather thick lounge-chair, upholstered with dark green felt and pillowy-soft, and was sitting just behind Ruby - just the right distance to place her feet in that compromising position.
The voodoo doll was cradled in one of her palms, and she dragged a long fingernail against the stomach.
“Good, precious little thing,” she said, whispering to it like it was a little mouse. She leaned back in her soft chair and placed her right foot on top of Ruby’s head. “Precious, soft, relaxed, warm, just as a good footrest ought to be. No more cold, no more pain or exhaustion. Just the joy of knowing you’re so useful. So useful, so very good~!”
The praise seemed to elicit a little groan of pleasure from the mesmerised man.
“My precious footrest…” She gently tweaked the head of the doll and pushed it upwards, making Ruby crane his neck and press his nose into the arch of her foot. He moaned a little as she pressed down, easing his lips apart with her toes to ensure he got right to licking.
“Being furniture gives you pleasure like nothing else, doesn’t it~?”
Her finger traced down between the doll’s legs and pushed in very gently.
“Nnh-!” Ruby gasped and shuddered. Masuya smiled knowingly; while she couldn’t see it, she could feel him humping the air, pressing against an invisible hand. From there, she simply rested the doll in her lap, before taking out a book she had nestled between her body and one of the chair’s arm-rests.
The heat from the stove would make sure her bare soles didn’t get cold… of course, her puppet-boy’s kisses would more than help for that.
For a time, there was nothing but the sound of the soft crackle of the fireplace, and the slow, luxuriating licks.
“How’re you doing down there, footstool?” she eventually said, petting Ruby’s head with her feet. He didn’t make much more sound than a tiny grunt.
“Mm… I didn’t know furniture could make noise~”
He went silent and stifled his next, though he quivered slightly. Oh, he loved that.
But, even so, she was pretty sure his knees were starting to ache, or fall asleep a little. She reached down to the doll and manipulated its limbs again, guiding it onto its hands and knees. Ruby was puppeteered into the same position, his back underneath her heels as he looked down towards the floor. Droplets of drool fell down onto the hard wood beneath him. From that angle, Masuya could see that, indeed, he was incredibly turned on, his primal hind-brain in absolute heaven from this demeaning treatment.
“That’s a good piece of furniture,” she chuckled. “And there’s no chance of you cumming while you’re down there, is there? Furniture doesn’t cum, after all. You’re going to remain nice and hard and warm for me. Because being useful gives you such pleasure, and that’s reward enough for you. You don’t need to cum, do you, footrest?”
Ruby was smiling blankly as he looked down at the floor with unfocused eyes. And he did not make a sound.
Masuya giggled again, returning her attention to her book.
She scratched the top of the puppet’s head, watching how Ruby’s hair was ruffled, as if blown by puffs of air.
Eventually she’d get up and get herself some tea. But by this point, the two of them were plenty warm.
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