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The Werewolf's Foot Focus

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Growling under his breath, the werewolf leaped from one rooftop to another, landing with a hard thump that threw up a cloud of dust around him. Even through the many particles, however, he could still smell the scent that had caught his attention miles away at the city center.

Mmmph...scent...strong...

It was a powerful musk, something that shouldn't have lingered on the ground and on the rooftops, yet it had. The werewolf grunted, rubbing his nose with one hand to try and help ease the strong scent, but it refused to go away. It seeped into his nose, pushing at him, drawing him on, almost as if the smell itself was a summons to him. He didn't like the implications of that in the slightest, but the werewolf was helpless, drawn on further, further.

The next rooftop didn't have as strong a smell, but it was more recent. It was like whoever had left it was floating over the ground rather than walking on it, the smell slipping down from above and leaving the smell for him to follow there.

Nnngh...where...where is it...What is it...

Lorkos grunted under his breath as he kept following it, running out of rooftops after a few minutes. He paused, looking out over the street ahead, and then up at the tall building across the wide street. A hotel, one that stood at least twenty stories tall. The smell...the smell was going right towards it. He could smell it still, coming from one of the windows on the higher stories.

Even now, he didn't know why the scent kept pulling him on. He tried to snort it out of his nose, but it was still there. There was a raspy sort of quality to it, something that less flesh and more...more something else, something heavier, something harder. It had a soft sweat smell to it, too, not too strong, but still present.

He tried to hold his breath to keep from sucking even more of the smell down his throat, but that didn't work. All that did was distract him, push the smell that was still in his lungs into his brain.

Every time that he paused, his mind filled with images, so bright that they almost seemed to come from the third eye between his normal two. The images kept flashing through his head, images of...of feet, of all things, of broad, dark soles that were topped with sharp claws. He kept seeing them again and again, and he felt...urges. Urges that he had never felt before, at least not for feet.

The urges demanded that he keep moving forward, and he looked right at the hotel again. He could smell the open window and the source of this strange musk somewhere over there. He had to find it. He had to.

Huffing to himself, the black and green werewolf took a few steps back from the edge, getting some space before throwing himself forward. Two, three great lunging steps, and then he was airborne. His howl was drowned out in the noise of the city, and he flew halfway across the street before he started falling.

THUNK!

His claws punched into the hotel wall, and he used that grip to start dragging himself upwards. One punch, then another, then another, always dragging himself further up the stone face of the tall building. Nobody had seen him yet, and he hoped that it would stay that way.

Lorkos was halfway up the hotel when he had to pause and sniff the air again. The smell was stronger up here, and he knew that he was close. He turned, crawling almost sideways as he worked over to the left side of the building, and then turned upwards once more, crawling along, punching his way up the building.

Finally, he was on the right level. The smell was so strong that he almost had a hazy vision of the pair of black feet in front of him, the view impossible to get rid of. No matter how many times he blinked his eyes, the image refused to fade. He dragged himself from one window to another, swinging himself across large gaps when he had to, to find the open window.

Finally, he did.

With a huff and a chuff, the werewolf swung himself into the room, landing on his feet and looking around. The hotel room was as empty as could be, the walls unadorned, no suitcase in the room. There was only the sleeping occupant, and he...he got the werewolf's attention.

It was a dragon, black-scaled and barefoot, dressed in little more than a pair of jeans. His head was facedown in a pillow, his horns running along the back of his neck, and his feet...

His feet hung off the edge of the bed. Five-toed, with a hint of a sheen to the underside of the feet that implied either oil or something else. The werewolf sniffed the air again, and immediately was hit with a blast of that musk stronger than anything that he had smelled so far, and that was saying something. Holding one hand over his nose and whimpering softly as only a werewolf in a detergent aisle might have done, he stared at the soles.

Been smelling those...all day? Just...those?

They were certainly strong enough to have left tracks all over the city, he supposed, but the fact that he had been tracking someone by the smell of their feet surprised him. The fact that they had laid such a compulsion on him, too...

Despite the fact that the smell was so strong, the werewolf slowly approached the sleeping dragon, falling down on his hands and knees at the foot of the bed. The black-scaled soles were quite shiny from this angle, and as he leaned in, his cock started to throb. Just thinking about those feet had given him strong urges, and now that he was seated in front of them, staring at them, smelling them, the urges were far stronger. He huffed under his breath, staring at the broad, meaty soles, and he groaned as the toes curled in the dragon's sleep.

Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed hold of the dragon's ankle, pulling his left foot up a bit. He dragged his nose across the damp sole, sucking down the scent before moving to the toes. He stuck out his tongue -

"Mmmph..."

And he dragged it across the scaly sole, feeling the smooth, firm scales pressing back against his tongue. Everywhere his tongue went, he tasted what he had been tracking all day. His eyes rolled back in their head, the pheromones in that scent and taste making his cock all the harder, his libido all the more active.

The werewolf moaned as he pressed his nose beneath the dragon's toes again, sucking in the scent hard. He was just starting to lick around the toes when -

"Well, guess I have another visitor."

The feet twisted out of his grip, and he looked up to see the black dragon looking down at him. The big male was topless, but smiling, almost like he had expected something like this to happen. His eyes were white, empty, but there was something about them that pulled at Lorkos's mind.

"You want to lick my feet, huh?" the dragon asked, lifting one of them up to the werewolf's face level. "I guess there's no harm in that. Just a warning, though; some people tend to get a permanent fetish off of these things."

"Rrrr?"

"Don't worry. It's not that bad to have a foot fetish. Just something that tends to stick around." The dragon curled his toes. "You still want them?"

"Mmmph..."

Lorkos held out for a moment or two, not sure if he could go through with this if there was someone watching. Yet, at the same time, he knew that he wanted to find out what this was like. He blushed to himself, the burning red slowly coming through the black fur on his face as he looked down at the black foot again.

He leaned in, taking another breath of the heady musk, and felt it burning in his head, inciting him, exciting him. He moaned, snuffing it down again before slowly dragging his tongue along the arch of the dragon's foot, dragging it along the ball towards the toes. The dragon moaned softly to himself, almost like he was enjoying it. Maybe he was. Lorkos didn't know, and at this point, it was a bit hard to care.

Instead, he just kept licking, dragging his tongue from heel to toes and back again, tasting the smooth scales and letting the taste feed his excitement. His cock was already starting to rise up from between his legs, asking for attention and soon getting it as the dragon looked down.

"Well, you're obviously getting into this."

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. Just enjoy yourself..."

The dragon gently pushed on the back of the werewolf's head with his other foot, pressing down, grinding Lorkos's nose right into the arch of his foot where the musk was strongest. The werewolf groaned as he sucked down the smell, sticking out his tongue and lapping firmly at the dragon's soles.

He was scarcely aware of the dragon's hand down between his legs, rubbing at a cock that was growing larger with each lick across those scaly soles. His attention was devoted to those feet that he had tracked across the city, and he moaned as he licked the broad soles again and again, replacing the prior sheen with one of his spit. The werewolf dragged his tongue towards the toes, starting to thread the gap between them with gentle licks that slowly pulled the dragon's toes into his mouth.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"You're doing pretty good."

The dragon's encouragement helped, but the odd pleasure of being at someone's feet was what Lorkos was really after. He bobbed his head around the dragon's big toes, sucking on them slowly until they were nice and shiny. The smell was slowly fading from them as he kept on licking, the urgency starting to fade, too.

Eventually, Lorkos was able to pull his head back from the dragon's soles, looking up at him rather than down at his feet. The white-eyed black dragon smiled, slowly lowering his soles to the ground.

"I was wondering how long that would take. How long do you think you were licking my feet?"

"Mmmph..." Lorkos shook his head, holding up five fingers.

"Five minutes? Try about thirty."

"..."

"Yeah, that's how it goes down there. Trust me, it'll be just as strong again in about ten minutes."

Lorkos stared at the dragon, and then at his feet, and then back up at his face. How? Just...how?

"I think we should talk. Let me get some coffee going, and you can ask me whatever you want."

The End

Summary: A werewolf named Lorkos is tracking an odd musk across the city. Eventually, he tracks it to a hotel, and finds a dragon with musky soles, and starts...indulging.

Tags: M/M, dragon, wolf, werewolf, foot fetish, foot licking, musk, worship, masturbation, what the fuck just happened, mind control,