White Dragon's New Fetish
Commissioned by FA: DrakeHavok over a foot fetish stream, we have a little story that shows a possible way that his character and Draconicon met, and the start of all the foot fetish shenanigans that happened since.
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White Dragon's New Fetish For DrakeHavok By Draconicon
So this is what it's like to have a mage in the neighborhood...
Havok still wasn't sure that he was comfortable with it. Yes, the black dragon had invited him in for a drink, and yes, he seemed nice enough. None of the stereotypical talking skulls or dangerous, stuffed animals hung from the ceiling or lingered on the shelves, and the only real sign of him being anyone but a normal dragon was the bubbling pot in the middle of the kitchen. Even that was barely on his mind, the fumes normal enough to have been a stew cooking.
That aside, he still couldn't help but feel a bit weird, like he was waiting for something to happen. This Draconicon seemed to be all too confident in himself, like he had a secret that nobody else knew, and it was leaving him feeling a bit...weird.
The white dragon took another sip of his drink, shaking his head a few times. The heat must have been getting to him; it was getting a bit hard to keep his head on straight.
"So...why did you move out here? Aren't there more of...your profession...in the cities?"
"Well, there are, but that means that there's more competition, too. Out here in the suburbs, it's much easier to find new clients."
"Yeah, but...don't you worry?"
"About what?"
"Well, about people being afraid, or...or making judgments about you?"
Draconicon waved his hand.
"It's not something I take that seriously."
"But you know - I mean, the papers are full of that, aren't they? Mages getting chased out of the smaller towns, run out of the place because of their..."
"The way everyone thinks they're troublemakers?"
Havok nodded, blushing a bit. He hid it in another drink. The beverage was surprisingly good, even if he was yawning when he brought it back down.
"Most of those mages probably are. There's a lot of troublemakers, and it is easier to do that in a small town, I admit. They probably got caught in the middle of something. A sacrifice, maybe, or the brewing of a love potion."
"You...you can do that?!"
"Well, technically it's more of a lust potion, but that's beside the point. They got stupid, and got caught. I won't."
"You, uh, you mean you won't do things, right? Not that you won't get caught?"
"...Yes, let's say that."
I should really be getting out of here...
Despite the thought, the white dragon didn't stir from his seat. If anything, he felt like he was nestling into it a little bit more, getting more comfortable. The chair was so warm, so soft, and it held him so nicely.
As he yawned again, he realized that Draconicon had put his own feet up, the black soles pointing towards him. Havok started to turn his head, but felt it pulled back as if by invisible strings as the dragon flexed his toes.
"Do you know about the herb, Mesmia?"
"Nnnno."
What's in this? Why is it so...ugh...can't think...
"It's known as a relaxant in much of the world, but when you combine it with a few other herbs, you can find that it leaves the mind completely open to a lot of trickery. Things that are said become utter truths, because the mind can't find the details to contradict it. I could say something right now, and you would find it completely true, no matter what you might have thought in the past."
"That's...that's..."
"You can't speak."
Suddenly, he found that he couldn't. Havok blinked his eyes a few times, opening and shutting his mouth, but as much as he tried, he couldn't get his tongue to form any words. He coughed, opening his mouth again...and this time he stopped.
Why should he speak? He couldn't. It wasn't like he should try...it wasn't like he had spoken before...It was pointless to try.
The white dragon groaned as he tried to pull himself to his feet, everything feeling so sluggish. He made it halfway up when Draconicon spoke again.
"You don't want to leave."
And just like that, he didn't. Havok paused halfway to his feet, staring ahead of himself, and wondered just what he had been doing. He felt like he'd been getting up for a reason...but what was it? Not to leave, even though he had been looking at the door; he was so comfortable here. What was -
"I am new here still, Havok. I have a lot of plans, and very little in the way of mischief planned for this place. I am not like the other mages that settle down with plans of ruling the countryside and becoming miniature dictators. No, my thoughts are a great deal smaller, and more practical. All I want is a simple house, a nice number of customers for my potions and spells, and a couple of friends. A couple of very close, very appreciative friends.
"You want to be my very good friend."
Yes...yes he did. Havok smiled slowly, still standing half on and half off of the chair. Why hadn't he thought about that before? A mage as a friend was good, was a way of making his life better. He could do so much with that, and it wasn't like he would be friends with someone that was bad. Draconicon seemed so very...nice.
The black dragon smiled at him, and gestured for him to put the cup down. It landed with a clatter on the nearby end table, and he kept staring. He felt like he should be doing something, but just what escaped him.
Then...then his eyes went down to those feet again. Those big, black, shimmering feet that seemed to constantly move back and forth, the toes dancing and the balls of the feet pressing together, forming a metronome-like motion. Draconicon smiled.
"My close friends will be eager to do whatever I ask. You want to be a close friend. A very close friend. Which means you will do whatever I tell you to, won't you?"
"Anything...you tell me to..."
"I want you to have something, Havok. Something that will make your life around me much more fun, and much more difficult. I already know you have no idea what it is; even if you were sober, I doubt you'd guess it already."
He shook his head on instinct, but he wasn't sure if he should be thinking or not. It was so hard to do that, anyway, and it was much easier to wait for an order, something new to fill his mind with. Draconicon's words were so nice, so direct. It was so much easier to handle than all the confusion and the muddling heat that filled his head otherwise.
"I want you to have a foot fetish."
With those words, those big black soles suddenly went from an object of curiosity to an object of fascination. Havok stared at them with all the intensity of a man with his first crush, blushing as he felt his cock starting to throb, swelling upwards in his pants and getting all the harder with every sway the feet made.
He felt one hand slip down, squeezing at his bulge, but his eyes were all on those feet, just like his ears were filled with the other dragon's words.
"I want you to have an incredibly strong foot fetish, to the point where staring at feet makes you harder than anything else. I want you to see my feet, and want to lick them, to grind against them, to leave them smeared with your cum if I allow you. I want you to have an obsession with them, so that you will treat them like the treasures that they are. Do you understand me?"
"Yessssss."
He groaned, unable to think of anything else. The more he stared at those perfect, damp, black soles, the more he wanted them. He wanted to grind his face along the arch, wanted to nip at the toes, wanted to lick all over the scales and leave them shimmering with spit rather than oil or sweat. He wanted them...
"Tend to my feet."
And suddenly, he could. The white dragon almost fell out of his chair as he hurried across the floor, making his way to the other dragon's footrest. He grabbed hold of his friend's ankles, pulling them towards him until his face was smothered under the great black feet. A few soft groans escaped him as the hot undersides pressed against his face, marking him with the musk of the scales, the soft scent of sweat that covered them.
He nuzzled back and forth, his tongue slipping out before he could stop it. The first taste of the scales, of the bits of sweat along them, left him moaning. Havok felt some dampness against his bulge, but he barely cared. He needed more. He craved more.
As he slid his tongue between the toes, he tasted more and more of the dragon, feeling himself slipping away. The need for these feet was getting stronger by the second, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets as he fed his fetish, feeling it grow.
"Good boy. Take that cock out, now..."
It was out faster than he ever remembered doing in the past, and Draconicon's big black feet were immediately pressed against it. Havok leaned back, his cock thrust right between those feet as they rocked up and down along his shaft, squeezing it hard from both sides. He panted for breath, his cock twitching and throbbing between them, begging for release.
It didn't come. His body didn't know how, and neither did he. He sat there, his back arched and his cock throbbing dumbly in pleasure, as those feet stroked him constantly. The toes drummed along the head of his shaft, teasing the very tip for almost minutes on end before the soles went back down his cock, moving all the base and squeezing him on the way back up.
This continued for who knew how long before he heard the word that he needed. The word that granted him release.
"Cum."
Havok moaned as he did as he was told, his cock squirting hard. He felt each pulse run through his body, almost like a full-body orgasm rather than a simple cock one. The white dragon slumped forward, panting and shivering. There was no way -
"You are hard."
- that he'd be going soft again for a while. He grabbed those feet, starting to grind and hump again, as Draconicon watched him with a smirk on his face.
Ugh, my head...
Havok groaned as he woke up in his own bedroom, and blushed as he realized that he was completely naked. He stood up immediately, looking around for his clothes, only to find an envelope beside him. He blinked and opened it up.
_Dear Havok,
Thank you, once again, for your delightful presence and your kind greeting. I look forward to many other days of your company. Enclosed, find something I believe you will enjoy in the days to come.
Sincerely,
Draconicon_
Well, at least he'd made a good impression. Havok flipped open the envelope further -
And froze in place. Right there, sitting in front of him, were picture after picture of him on his hands and knees, with the naked mage right behind him. Some had him sucking the dragon's cock, the others had him taking it up the ass, while still others had him humping against the dragon's...
Hard...
Perfect...
Smooth...
Havok shivered as he felt his hand wrap around his cock, and he stared at those feet. He never had a foot fetish before...but something about them...
The End