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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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Rhea slumbered peacefully, her bed placed close to the open window of her room, a gentle night breeze fluttering and flirting with the curtain that hung part of the way across it. The archbishop relaxed back, her long, green hair spread out across her pillows, lying on her back with one hand resting lightly in the centre of her chest. Her other arm was stretched out across the bed, for not even in sleep could Rhea embody perfection, not as many believed.

That was as she was her own person too, with light, delicate features and a fire within her that burned with the raw, sweltering ferocity of dragon flame. Her feet, however, stuck out from beneath the bed covers in the lightness of summer, pointing towards the open window of her room. She had not bothered to close it, considering that her room was more than private enough, though it did allow her smooth, white feet to remain on show, exposed while Rhea was completely unaware.

In slumber, she twitched them, flexing them lightly, the soles lightly meaty and soft, wrinkled with light creases where she rested. With pinker soles and toes, they twitched as if chilled by the open window and the night breeze, the archbishop revealed in one of her most intimate, vulnerable moments.

However, there was one that did think that she embodied everything that there was to be had about even the raw ideal of perfection: Byleth. A professor recently hired at the monastery, he knew where her room was and had to see her, simply put. He was nondescript, mostly, a lithe man with a short mop of black hair that, sometimes, could be a little unruly to tame, but it was something that he, at least, had the time for, considering his silence. Always presentable but always quiet, Byleth did not need words to make himself heard.

Such was the way.

He pressed his lips together and shook his head, heart pounding, his palms sweaty with need. He didn't even consider what he was doing, what the implications would be for sneaking up to the archbishop's room, but, well...

No. Not even to himself. Byleth sighed and shook his head. He could not explain, but there was a sense of longing there, yes, a desire to be close to her, near to her. And especially her feet.

Oh, her feet... He needed them, even though he had never seen them, for she always wore such lovely, long, flowing garments, robes that swept the floor as Rhea walked by. Although he could more often than not wear his cloak, tunic and pants, long boots too, for the course of his work and study, his legs and feet, that night, were bare too, revelling in the freedom of the moment. His bare, white toes dug into the light soil at the base of the stone wall, looking up at the vine that he would climb, his strong, muscular legs at least more than enough to carry him there.

At least, that was what Byleth hoped. If he tumbled down and was found in an injured heap come morning... Well, to say the least of it, that most likely wouldn't work out all that well for him.

I can't think like that.

_ _

Even if Byleth was silent, his thoughts were his own. He tested first his left and then the other, trying to stand on the lowest curve of the vine, though he would have to dig his toes into tiny cracks and crevices in the wall too, using naturally worn footholds to pull himself higher. Yet his dithering only heightened his need, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow as he grasped the vine and hauled himself up.

He didn't even think which foot he started with, not as cold, chilling desperation clawed at him, driving him on as if he was being chased. No, no, no... He had to reach her, had to get to her, simply dressed because he had not thought any further than of going to her! Higher and higher, he huffed and panted, still trying to be as quiet as possible, his feet scraping and scrabbling, carrying him higher as he left the ground behind.

It was harder than he had thought it would be and Byleth did not dare look back down, his mouth dry, feet damp from the night time moisture clinging to the vine. It had to be for some sort of magical flower, but not one that Byleth could recall the name of, not right then. His bare foot eased in close to the wall as he adjusted himself, digging into a crack with his big and second toes - and then climbing on.

Alas, bare feet were not always the easiest thing to climb with, though he had done a fair bit of it in his younger days still, panting lightly, licking his lips. He was a stone's throw from her window, the curtain fluttering in the open pane of glass, when his foot slipped.

"Yaargh!"

It was not a sound that someone of the speaking world would ever have made, but Byleth wasn't thinking of that, not right then, not as the world turned upside-down. His foot slipped right out from under him, a crumbling chunk of the wall tumbling down, and he was upside-down, grasping and grabbing, holding onto anything that he could with all his might.

Ah, but his feet... They came through for him as his back thumped into the wall, upside down, grunting and moaning, heat rushing to his cheeks and neck in shame, even darkening the rounded upper edges of his ears. His bare toes caught a vine and a nook in the wall at the same time, leaving him hanging upside down, swinging lightly back and forth. Clinging on for dear life, he scrambled, hanging from the grip of his feet alone and grunting as another chunk of the wall broke away, sweating profusely.

His heart hammered, the drumming beat in his ears, louder than anything, so much louder. His feet ached, toes curled around the vine, trying to find something to grab onto with his hands at the same time. Yet his hands had to scrabble more frantically than ever, trying to get a hold of the vine all over again, fighting and squirming, whimpering throatily.

"Mmmm... Nnngghhhooohhhh..."

He didn't want to be so vocal and yet some sounds just slipped from him without Byleth even thinking about it, chest heaving, sweat dampening very light patches under his arms. His thicker, meatier feet were good for getting a hold but not so much so as a light sheen of sweat dampened them - or perhaps it was the moisture from the vine, he could not tell. It was just a by-product, of course, of having to climb up to her room, though he groaned and managed to just about wrench his torso up and around, curving up and up until he righted himself again.

His big toes dug more firmly and carefully into the cracks, the roughness of the wall, feeling how the stone closed in on either side of his toes, rough against him, the texture something that he could sink into. The vine roughed up closer to the top and he used that to his advantage as he curled his feet around it, from the toes to the centre of the sole, bearing down on his round heels for balance as he approached the open window. He did, however, use more of his arm and hand grip to heft himself up the rest of the way, huffing and panting and moaning the whole time.

The ledge beneath her window gave his feet a secure foothold at long last, hauling himself up and over the edge, his head and shoulders poking over into her room.

And the view that greeted Byleth was the most beautiful, erotic scene that he could ever have come across, her gorgeous, perfect, soft, white feet out and in full view. His heart lifted, shaking his head, almost shrinking back.

Oh... Was he truly worthy to be in her presence there? To be there before such wonderful feet, the pink of her toes visible even then, even in the dim light of the moon and the stars behind him. He had seen many feet in his time, though it was Byleth's first time looking upon Rhea's, his heart beat finally slowly just a little, trying to catch his breath and not moan too loudly from the strain of his climb.

And he didn't exactly want to fall either... Her feet lured him in as he tried to heft himself up, striving and straining to shove his face and torso through the window. Her feet were there, so very close, and he had to have them, had to be closer to them, practically salivating as he longed to feel them in her mouth, to come up close and personal with her feet, the softness of the soles right there. And he yearned to feel if they were really as soft, to him, as they looked...

He squirmed, his chest colliding with the ledge, tongue dancing out and then whipping back in, as if he didn't quite trust himself, though all he could imagine was running his tongue up from the heel of her foot all the way to the toes. He was so close even then that he could smell her toes, the light aroma of skin, a faint, feminine smell - but there was a floral scent wrapped up in her feet and toes too. Maybe that was what she had bathed in earlier?

The balls of her feet though... He swallowed hard, licking his lips, his eyes following the fleshy ball of her foot to the transverse arch, such a smooth, wonderful line that he wanted to touch, to caress, to slide his fingers along, only then to be followed with the gentle glide of his lips, kissing every inch of that arch.

The lotion... Ah, that was what the smell was, the soft, flowery lotion that she must have massaged into her feet. His legs scrabbled awkwardly, though Byleth did not even fear losing his footing there, too caught up in his adoration of her feet, stretching out his tongue further and further as he strained through the window.

Nearly...there...

_ _

It was a good thing, at least for Byleth, that she had left her feet so close to the window, the bed positioned, perhaps, so that the first rays of morning sun would be cast over them. His tongue had to pull back into his mouth as he heaved through the window, so close, so very close, weak at the knees with lust as his tongue waggled a mere centimetre away from her toes.

"Unnngghhh... Ohhh..."

Byleth tried to be quiet, he really did, but...he didn't succeed. His feet skidded backwards from his fragile perch on the ledge and his toes turned red, straining more and more, slipping. Worry clawed at him and yet he tried again, so close, able to smell her feet, yet lost to her body, the sweet arches of her feet calling him to a place that he could not reach.

"Unnff!"

He pulled back - he had to! Or else he was going to fall and then everything would be out in the open in a way that he didn't want to have it, conflicting expressions warring across his features. His lips pressed together into a hard, stubborn line and he groaned, tension lining his body, his brow furrowing.

Why could he not reach the divine holy grail of her feet? Why? When he had gone to such effort in climbing up to her room, trying to reach Rhea with every fibre of his being?

But there were ways to continue, letting his breathing rate calm down, chest rising and falling more steadily again as his nerves calmed. His desperation, however, flared up within his chest, flames licking at the inside of his ribcage.

Byleth would not be denied.

More carefully, he climbed up higher, though there were fewer hand and toe holds up there, though he managed it, all the way up to sitting on the windowsill and sliding his legs, carefully, inside the room.

Byleth did not dare go closer, but his heart leapt and pounded with his proximity to her, creeping his feet across the end of her bed with his heart pounding and blood roaring. One of Byleth's hands gripped the frame of the window tightly, latching himself in place, his toes walking tenderly over the bed, feeling the sheets rumple, to her feet.

Oh... His toes brushed hers, playing across the toes of her left foot and then back over to the right. They really are so soft...

_ _

The smooth skin of his toes had not been sullied at all by his climb, even if Byleth's attention was on Rhea's feet, glancing at her briefly just to make sure that she was still asleep. Her feet twitched as he drew a circle on her right sole with the tip of his fat big toe, feeling so big, so ungainly, in comparison to her smaller, more delicate feet. Yet they were just different feet and there was nothing wrong with either of them, not even as he ran his toes down in a line to her left heel, pressing into the meatier flesh and marvelling at how it gave ever so slightly under him.

Massaging and caressing her soles with his toes, he slid over the moisturised skin, barely putting any pressure on her feet at all, even though her toes still wriggled.

"Mmmm..."

Rhea moaned in her sleep and Byleth tensed, though she did not wake up. As he caressed the ball of her right foot with both sets of his toes, using all he had to his advantage, she twitched again and let out a long sight, relaxing more into the bed. He smiled faintly, the ghost of true joy crossing his face, though Byleth had not thought that he would ever be all that expressive when...indulging. Truthfully, he didn't know where his adoration and liking for feet, feet just like Rhea's, the prize of all feet, had come from, but he did know that his infatuation was not something that everyone experienced.

The skin wrinkled as her right foot flexed and Rhea shifted in bed, relaxed and softened, but letting her right foot tip out a little more, so that it was no longer pointing straight up. He traced the line of one wrinkle of skin, so tender and delicate, and inhaled deeply.

Oh, he needed more of that. Drawing his feet back, he tipped forward, using one hand to help himself get his foot up to his nose, though Byleth would not have been able to do so if he did not possess quite a degree of flexibility. That was something good for him, something helpful, and he groaned faintly, taking short, sharp snuffles of breath as he tried to take in even more of the aroma of her foot.

Unfortunately for Byleth, his own musky feet - they had gotten a little bit damp and sweaty from the climb, after all, but not terribly so, just from going around barefoot on his nightly jaunt - dwarfed the scent of hers. Oh, she was so much sweeter than him, yet the flowery scent still, somehow, managed to wind its way through to the surface, making itself boldly known as if she was going to find a way to make her presence known. He would have said that it was roses, but no... No, it had to be one of the magically enchanted flowers that grew in the expansive garden, herbs too cared for there, which had been infused into the lotion, letting the light, almost zesty aroma of flowers dance through his system.

He trembled, shaking with lust, eyes half-closed, no longer aware of his surroundings. More, he needed more, lust overcoming him...

And then another foot touched his face, startling him back, jaws agape and heart pounding wildly.

"My feet make you that weak?"

Rhea smiled at him. It could have been seen as something highly untoward to have him, her hired professor at the monastery, in her chambers smelling her feet, touching her feet...yet she knew that something had been building between them. And her heart lifted at the sight of him, pressing a hand to the indent of her collarbone, though her heart pounded strongly and rhythmically in her chest the whole time.

"If you liked my feet so much, Byleth," she said softly, her tone winding around him like a silk scarf around his neck, "then all you had to do was say something to me, make it known to me... Everything is okay, come through the window and be with me."

She wiggled her foot, rippling her toes from the biggest toe to the littlest ones as he tipped forward, a low, needy moan rising from his throat. Of course, she knew that Byleth was silent, but that did not mean that he could not make himself known and understood. As strange as that may have seemed, it was one of the things that had attracted her to him, spending a little time with him and then a little more, how the manner of communication could be shifted from the norm to make it entirely possible between two beings.

His eyes locked onto her feet and she flexed them both again, making sure to wiggle her toes too.

"Come touch them," she invited. "Have your way with my feet, Byleth... But I will have to see yours too..."

That was not something that Byleth seemed to mind at all as he let out a strangled-sounding grunt and climbed in through the window while she giggled and licked her lips.

Oh, her light, musical giggle... It was so genuine, not like how she was normally, but Byleth understood that too. He lay down carefully with her, ignoring the frantic beating of his heart, for he did not need to be desperate anymore. He took her foot into his hands, cupping his fingers around the heel, with a low moan, the two of them lying top to tail. It put the other's feet in the perfect position, his own more masculine feet with more defined lines over the top, where the skin clung to the bone strongly placed before her face.

Taking her foot in his hand, he pressed it against his nose, revelling in the moment. Oh, there was nothing like that, not as the natural soft musk of her feet, the scent of her skin and deeper still, poured into him. The flowery lotion was even more intoxicating up close too, the sort of thing that Byleth could very easily grow addicted to, his heart pounding, need rising in a tangle of emotion.

Inhaling deeply, he let out a moan with his exhale, breath washing over her skin, tickling her sole as her toes wiggled and danced for him. Yet her toes were not the only part of her foot to enjoy this attention and he inhaled deeply of every part of her foot - and the other too - from the toes to the heel, spending more time over the transverse arch too. There was a quiet strength in that arch and he pressed his lips adoringly to it, her foot rubbing against his face, brushing against the light hair on his face, the sweetness of his softly parted lips. He might have left a tiny bit of moisture on her foot from his lips, but he did not lap with his tongue, not yet.

Even then, something told Byleth that he would want to savour the encounter, to remember it all and let every moment pan out as it was supposed to. Her soft, smooth skin was clean and fresh and he rubbed his cheek and the span of skin between his lips and said cheek against the arch, eyes sliding more reverently still back up her body towards her face. And there he found her smile, her glorious smile, her eyes sparkling and dancing for him, even in the low light.

There was something there, something between them, even as he spared a moment to inhale the thickly, richly flowery aroma again from the arch, where the scent was the strongest.

Rhea giggled faintly, pressing her fingers to her lips, though her eyes could not help but roam over his feet. Her head laid back on the bed, the pillow half under her head, and she let out a soft moan, even though she could not ignore the proximity she was in, relative to his feet.

"Oh, Byleth... I did not think you would come and treat me so..."

She let the words hang in the air, for anything could be filled in where she had left off with the sentence. It could mean anything, a promise or even give hope, but the natural, stronger musk of Byleth's bare feet drew her attention more and more, a little earthen and almost a little woody, prompting her to inhale again. The soles were so thick as her eyes roamed over them, such pink toes, so very smooth... Rhea, however, did not factor in how the blood had rushed to his toes when he had been climbing, leaving them just a little bit pinker than normal.

Reaching out, Rhea brushed her fingers over the ball of his foot. It was smoother than she had expected, her fingers gliding easily over it, so much so that she immediately tried to bend her head and nuzzle in closer, all without him noticing. She'd thought that they would just lie like that, but her need was clearly stronger than even she had realised as she squirmed in, panting faintly, trying to lick his toes.

But she didn't want him to notice and was unable to use her hand to close around his ankle and pull him to her - he would work it out! He'd worked so hard, climbing up to her room, to worship her feet and now she couldn't even reach his! Frustration snarled within her, a bundle of snakes seething in her chest, and she exhaled in a puff of air.

Not able to reach without dragging him to her, she struggled quietly, giving a low, lustful moan. His toes wiggled slightly as he pressed another kiss and lap to the top of her toes, playing over the gaps between them - and she could hold back no more.

She didn't mind if he knew...

Pulling his left foot to her nose with both hands, she inhaled deeply, sniffing his foot, though never would Rhea have imagined that she would do so with such passion. Once she had started, nuzzling the toes and pressing over the transverse arch too, even the heel, she could not stop, needing more, craving more, the yearning for his feet lurching in the pit of her stomach. His musky, woody-earthen scent poured into her as she greedily inhaled.

Byleth's face twitched, trying to glance back with her foot blocking his vision, feeling something tickle his foot. It felt like a hand... Was that Rhea? What was she doing? He had not anticipated that!

But she was doing just like he was, letting her fingers caress his toes, the arches, playing between the toes too, smiling as she took in the scent of his feet, his musk. Rhea paused and gave him a little smile when she noticed him watching, their eyes meeting.

He had not thought that his heart could flip over like that, but, somehow, Rhea always found a new way to surprise him.

Lightly kissing underneath his toes, each toe in turn, Rhea tried to maintain as much eye contact with Byleth as she could, letting the moment carry her away. She couldn't control herself anyway, so what was the point? Her tongue flickered out, small and dainty, tracing a wet path along the bottom of his foot from heel to toe, slow and sure, taking everything in. Her knees would have buckled with lust if she had been standing, though the lightly meaty, almost sweet, flavour of his skin made her carry on. How funny that skin should taste like that, the flesh of his feet... Yet it only made her want him even more, such a flavour dancing and exploding on her tongue.

Byleth gulped and giggled, though it was a deeper tone than hers as he wiggled his toes against her. His laugh devolved into a moan, his foot tickling, the sensation of her tongue on his foot making every nerve ending spark, as if he was feeling far more with that sole foot than he ever had before. When she reached the toes, he did the same to hers, finally letting his tongue out to truly play as he pressed his lips into the flesh of her heel and lapped up, long and slow, from her heel to her toes, letting his tongue glide over the supple flesh, the wrinkles in the skin.

Her skin tasted fainter, the bitterness of the lotion fading quickly to let the sweetness of her foot seep through, through there was the sensation and taste of flesh there too, skin, so tender. But the herbs infusing the lotion had their own taste to them too, Byleth letting desire carry him through, kissing and caressing and letting his tongue swipe over every part of her foot.

She giggled whenever he got to a more ticklish spot, her foot twitching and flexing in his hold, but Byleth kept going. She squirmed against him, shifting a little closer, his tongue playing between her toes, relishing her sweetness, dragging back against the ball of the foot and the softer skin, right in the middle.

Oh, heavens...

_ _

It was not easy to hide her arousal, though she tried to press her legs together, to keep it concealed. He kissed the heel of her foot dragging his tongue around it as if he was trying to taste as much as possible, sliding up the underside, and she tried to copy him, even though Rhea could not help but flinch and twitch lightly when he caught a particularly sensitive part.

It was too much, all too much, taking in the sight of his lightly hairy toes - nothing more than would be naturally found on a foot, of course, yet it was something that she picked up on more than ever right then. Rhea giggled, wriggling her foot in his hold while he swapped to the other, his breath teasing the dampness of her arch on the topside, his lips and tongue playing over the toes from the top side. His woody musk seemed to grow stronger and stronger and, later, that was what Rhea would tell herself that pushed her over the edge, giggling breathlessly while her lust grew more and more and more.

Oh... Oh, it feels... So good... She thought, lost in sensation. I can feel everything... His tongue plays over my toes like a lover's fingers over a lyre.

Rhea whimpered faintly as he focused more and more attention on her toes. Were those his favourite part? He was even making it hard for her to focus on his feet, kissing his toes and even suckling on a couple of them, but her attention wavered. Her body heated up, too warm, even as his own feet warmed to her touch, fingers sweeping on the top side from the ankle, over the transverse arch, the top side, and down to the toes, spreading them apart lightly and tenderly as she lapped with her tongue.

It was ticklish even for him and she tried to distract him by wiggling her toes, focusing her attention on him, body prickling with soft arousal. Oh, how she needed him.

"Worship every part of my feet, Byleth," she murmured, though a part of Rhea thought she was going too far, even if she could not stop. "The toes... Oh, I want to feel your tongue on my toes again, suckling all of my toes..."

That was not something that Byleth was going to hold back from as her toes wiggled in front of his face. He had been trying to give both feet equal attention, but sometimes that was easier said than done as he kissed her toes, pressing his tongue softly into the meatier flesh on the underside of each one in turn, working his way from the smallest to the biggest toe. All while the flowery aroma wound around him.

Byleth couldn't resist giving himself some pleasure too, a hand worming down to rub and stroke his cock inside his pants, which cut off under his tunic above his knees. He couldn't get it out, no, not as he parted his lips widely, trying to get all five toes on Rhea's right foot into his mouth. He could, just about, for her feet were soft and she scrunched up her toes lightly to make it even easier for him, though she could not do the same. Although Rhea could suckle on his toes, lashing her tongue playfully against the underside, it was not so easy to get all five into her mouth, letting out a soft grunt from exertion.

But it was okay, all as Byleth rubbed his shaft through his trousers, wanting more, aching for more, twisting his head to the side to get more of her toes into his mouth - deeper. The arch slid in as Rhea gasped, admiring his skill, and he moaned around her foot as the meaty arch sank into his mouth, his tongue playing weakly around it as the sweet taste intensified behind another bitter yet fleeting tickle of the lotion.

His tongue circled her toes, around and around, savouring the moment as he lapped, playing back and forth, though there was a richer flavour there, a scent of flesh, of skin. Byleth grunted lightly, pressing on, tongue wriggling between every toe in turn as his excitement grew, his saliva colliding with other flavours, tangling up the sweetness of her in his mouth, something richer and stronger than before. Lapping up the transverse arch, he grunted, letting the moment roll through him as he quivered, whimpering around her foot.

Rhea still struggled, wanting to do for him what he was doing for her, puffing out her cheeks with air before going back to trying to get all over his toes into her mouth at once. No matter how she twisted and tilted her head, she couldn't do it, not even from copying him, her tongue tickling over the very faint hair of his foot, tasting his thicker, muskier flavour. His toes wedged and crammed into her mouth, though one or the other, at the ends, popped out of her lips either way, wet and glistening faintly with her saliva.

Instead, she was forced to slither her tongue in quick, sharp, needy laps between his toes, his earthen musk stronger there, the taste like mushrooms and other fungi that may have been found in the forest. In a good way, of course, for she would never have said that he was anything but delightful, intoxicating in a way that she didn't think she could ever go back to her old way of life.

Hopefully, Byleth would be there with her, all as she suckled on his toes, pressing too hard and making a louder, wetter slurp than she had intended to.

Oops.

_ _

But there was no shame to be had there. She tried to keep as many of his toes inside her mouth as her tongue swirled and swirled around them, losing control, her hips shifting and rocking slightly.

She started, his free foot crawling down her body, finding her chest and then, through her nightdress, grasping her breast with surprising dexterity. With a low moan, she pressed her mouth more fervently to his foot, lapping and suckling, losing her sense of self. Rhea didn't need it when there was so much pleasure to be had...

He wiggled his toes on her breast, chuckling faintly around her foot as he lapped over the arch and under the sole, winding his tongue around more and more skilfully. Of course, Byleth could have simply allowed her foot to slip from his mouth, but he liked the feel of it in there so much, not quite crammed but certainly taking up all the space in his mouth, poking into his cheeks as he pressed her foot a little deeper, sucking on more of the sole and arch respectively.

His toes played over her breast lightly, squishing, feeling the weight of it, the flesh giving softly under his touch, hand working his cock. It was so squidgy...but Byleth could not have imagined touching anyone else's breast like that, oh no. Rhea giggled, kissing his toes and flicking her dainty tongue over the end of the largest one, cupping his heel.

"Come now..."

Her voice was lower, huskier, as she used her free foot carefully to pull down his pants. The pantaloons slipped, though were of the kind that one would wear casually so were not bound too tightly at the waist. That was the only reason that she managed to get them down, allowing his hard shaft to spring into the air, the tip glistening with a faint sheen of wetness.

Need gripped her and her foot trailed down, teasing his balls and curling her toes around them much the same as he had done with her breast. The skin of his balls tugged lightly with the pressure of her foot, the firmness of his nuts within the sack yielding only slightly, squashing enough for him to squirm as she wriggled her toes. Squishing and playing with them, she eased her foot back and forth lightly, rubbing them.

"If you have my breast, squishing it with your toes," she breathed, breath rasping out, "then it's only fair that I get your balls too, Byleth... Mmmm..."

She giggled, but it fell into a moan, need rising, pulling around them. Her needs had not yet been met but he was jerking off his cock enough for both of them, hand working furiously in a slide of skin on skin that filled the air. Byleth couldn't help himself and she wanted to see him go over the edge too, losing control, her breath hitching, catching, as if she could no longer breathe fluidly and easily - not like she had before. Her toes rolled into his nuts softly, pulling the skin as she massaged them with her toes, using them delicately, the nails trimmed nice and short so that there was no fear of any nicks or catches from them.

He sniffed her toes, pulling back, licking his lips, though Byleth's breath pulled in his chest. He had to have more, he was so close, even though she was there, pressing her toes to her lips, letting him smell them even as the light sheen of saliva dried on her foot.

"Nice and slow..." She whispered, her voice breathy. "Cum... Yes... All over my toes..."

His foot gripped her breast just a little bit harder at that - not hard enough to hurt but enough that Rhea gasped and leaned into the pressure, just a little bit more. Heat curled through them, binding them together in their enjoyment of each other's feet, no difference between the two of them as his fingers dug into her heel as he relished and savoured it, every last moment of the experience as the flowery aroma drew him in and in and in.

Her soft skin.

The flowery lotion.

Her natural scent.

How her foot flexed in his grip

Her toes tickling his lips as he lost control.

The pressure of her breast under his foot, the nightdress shifting and allowing him access to another sliver of skin.

"All over my toes... Byleth!"

He climaxed part, painting her foot and most notably the toes in his seed. Need rushed through him a flare of male lust pulled at the air, a thicker, muskier aroma, and he panted heavily, groaning as he climaxed. Shoving her toes deeper into his mouth, he suckled desperately on them, humping and pumping his cock with raw need, slick cum trickling between her toes, to the ball of her foot and even over the top side, finding the tiny lines in her feet, where the skin moved softly over the bone. He groaned, shuddering against her, head spinning.

He didn't know quite where things were going to go with Rhea, but he knew that things would be forever changed between them.

And he couldn't wait to see what more he could experience with her.