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The Lure of a Gem

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Mike shoved his hands into his pockets, the chill of the spring air still lingering on his skin as he traipsed too heavily down the beach, leaving deep footprints behind. The lap of waves on the shore, halfway in, soothed the troubled edge of his mind, though it had been a while since he'd been able to return home to a quieter place, back where he'd lived.

His dark skin eased his passage into the night, his hair an easy to manage afro, not styled further in any particular way. It kept his hair mostly out of his face, at least, with how light it was, the tickle of the night breeze friendly on the back of his neck, stars shining down to light his way. He'd never been to that part of the beach, down past the point, but with the tide still a way out, it was the perfect time to explore down to the statue.

A quick walk, he'd told himself. Then he would go back, his mind weary enough to sleep. Student hours didn't work all that well with vacations back home, but he could only do what he could do.

The statue loomed so high at the far point of the beach that it was a feature all by itself but a feature that smoothed out its own attributes the closer he got. It was best observed from a distance, but he could not help but squint as he fell into the shadow of it, peering into the gloom while wishing he had a torch. Was that a house there?

A strange sort of beach house, up on stilts with steps leading down worn from saltwater and the tremor of the seasons. Mike could not have said what possessed him to walk up the steps, but his heavy tread creaked up the old wood to the front door as if another power was calling him there.

The door opened to the lightest of touches, revealing an open-plan, simple, living area, but he could not have expected to see a woman lying there on a low table. The purple-skinned Gem inhaled and exhaled softly in slumber, a woman, or alien, who he had seen around town but someone that his parents had endeavoured to keep him away from. Her name… He cast about for it, staring down curiously at her even as a little wickedness awakened in him. Was it Amethyst?

It had to be, with the colour of her skin, though he was not one to judge. Amethyst had no idea that he was there, breathing slowly and evenly, her lips parted. Maybe it was her influence, but her deep sleep led him on, something stirring in the pit of his being, making him want to see, to know, just a little more.

A touch. A taste. A tease.

He took off her shoes, slowly and easily so that she did not wake. Stealth was of the essence as he revealed her short toes, the meaty soles, the low arches, a catch in his breath. He'd never gotten to see them up close before, but he could not lie as to his fascination after knowing that it was present for so long. It was only in adulthood that he'd known what a foot fetish was and just how he could indulge, shivering at the fact that she had not been wearing any socks.

How far could he push before she awoke? Her skin changed shade lightly over the toes and the underside of his foot and he ached to touch them, though did not know how ticklish she was. If he touched her, would she wake?

No, better to try something safer first, a little more discreet. He leaned in close, dropping to his knees, and inhaled the scent of her feet softly, expecting something fresh and floral, or even the aroma of the beach, as salt itself got into everything in that kind of place. Mike, however, was pleasantly surprised by something fruiter, a little like grape soda, tickling his nose, swallowing a moan as he breathed in again, taking it in from between the toes, which seemed to be the most fragrant spot. He took deep, long inhales, his shaft hardening, though it was perhaps his arousal that made him bolder than he should have been.

He didn't know why he did it, but he had to push on, had to take a moment, rubbing her feet, fingers sliding down the arches with enough pressure to not tickle, pressing into her soles. She groaned in sleep but was so far out of it that Mike's boldness grew and grew, breathing more swiftly, need rising. His lips caressed her feet, suckling on her toes, his tongue sliding over her sole, though hard enough to use enough pressure. He had to be careful, so careful, yet his heart was in his mouth as he lapped softly over her heel, relishing in the smoothness of her skin. Both feet received the same attention, pushing on anxiously, having to try now that he had gone so far.

The bulge in his jeans grew and he shifted his weight back and forth, trying to ignore it, but could not resist, breathing in the aroma of her feet again and again, though worshipping them, well…it was not enough to one who had been so denied.

For as much as he would have happily spent all night massaging her feet, adoring the meatier parts of them especially, his shaft ached for attention. He bit his lip, daring himself to try. It didn't look like the Gem was waking up anytime soon. He could…

He had to. It was too much to hold back as a whimper broke his lips, slipping down his already loose jeans to free his erection. His shaft sprung out into the cool of the night, the door left open, though his daring was beyond all renown, pushing his shaft against her feet. They were not quite close enough to squeeze around his dick from both sides while he lightly thrust and ground, but it was more than good enough as his eyes half-closed with pleasure.

“Oh god…"

The hushed whisper came out before he could stop it, but the Gem did not even stir, not even as his heart pounded. Her toes tickled the tip of his cock as he drew back, using the saliva from kissing and worshipping her feet as lube, though he doubted that he would have needed very much at all, with how soft her soles were. There was too much there to make his head spin in all the good ways, balls churning, his dick aching, need rising through the fervour of all else. And who could have thought that it was all meant to be on that fateful night?

He had to do it, had to thrust, teasing over them, letting the line of her sole from the heel to the ball of her foot guide his thrusts. It was not like thrusting into anyone or even using his hand, but something far more delicious, something that had Mike trembling and panting, striving, even then, to contain his lust. Such quiet could not come easily, however, skin hot and prickling, caught up in his thrusting adoration of her feet, the soft meatiness of them more divine than he could ever have imagined.

He climaxed in an instant, clapping a hand duly over his mouth to seal away his cries, though Amethyst did not stir, not even as he painted her feet in cum. The creamy fluid splashed forth in light spurts, dribbling between her toes, a gleam of beading trickling down the sole, dangling off the arch as if was about to drip. Yet he had to be quiet, so very quiet, hunched over and grunting like an animal, not understand the depth of his passion.

He left in the quiet, his cum staying on her feet but not quite drying even as the morning light woke her there. The hard back of the table had proven to be the perfect sleeping platform for the Gem as she stretched and sat up, curiously looking down at her feet, the strange fluid there.

“Hm… Odd."

But Amethyst was known, at least amongst her friends, for being a little adventurous as to what she devoured. She didn't see anything as “not food" until proven otherwise and she sat up to prove that, bending a leg to bring her left foot to her mouth. Her tongue slurped out, lapping over her own foot, despite the flexibility required for such a feat, the slickness of it disappearing down her throat as her eyes widened.

“Mmm!"

It certainly was one taste that she was not going to forget, more than happily cleaning off her right foot too with her tongue, sucking briefly on her toes to get every drop. Little did she know that she'd had a visitor the night before and not all was quite as it seemed.

But Mike would always know.