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Play Between Feet

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Rhea and Byleth were inseparable – after that first night together, where they had indulged one another in their feet. No one else there knew quite why they were barely even separable, always together, even though Byleth was as quiet as ever, though it was plain to see.

Of course, Byleth didn't tell anyone about their night together and Rhea assured him it was their little secret too. Only, not a shameful one at all – just one that they wanted to keep private for themselves. He found more boldness with words around her, that stirring of wanting to use his voice coming up more and more when he was with Rhea, though they still took great care not to talk about what had happened between them where there was a chance that someone could hear.

He'd come into the throne room just after Rhea had left one day, having just missed her. Byleth sighed and pursed his lips. That was a shame, though not something that he could do anything about.

Curious, he paced softly up to her throne and swallowed hard. For there was a slightly damp, bare footprint on the marble floor. It could only have belonged to Rhea.

He shuddered at the knowledge. She had taken her shoes off. And such a small, innocuous thing still made his heart sing with joy and his length, however soft, stir against his body. It was as if she had known that he would be coming by.

He couldn't not think about how her feet had felt that night, how the soft skin had melded over his face, how her feet had filled his mouth as he had sucked on them with all the passion in his body. Her toes had got so slippery and wet with his saliva and it had been simply too intoxicating, as if he was someone else living a different life and ingesting far too much fine wine, to not swirl his tongue around and around.

“Unngghh…"

He tried to suppress his groan as much as he could, though that was harder than ever, his shaft throbbing, growing hard within his underwear and trousers. The night had been so special to him, how her toes had been so soft against his tongue, how her soft, flowery scent had wrapped around him, making him want to lean into the essence of her more and more. There had not been a single rough spot of skin on her feet, everything smooth and well taken care of. Yet it was still a memory that he played over and over again in his memory, admiring the curves of her feet, how the folds of skin wrinkled and scrunched under her feet, contrasting the soft plumpness of her toes.

“Mmmm…"

It was too easy to slip back into the memory, panting softly, shaking his head. Yet Byleth could not his mind wander, not like that, even though he ached to pull her toes into his mouth, to suckle on her sole as if it was, indeed, food for his soul.

“Nnnggghhh…"

His lust rose, hot and pooling in the core of his being. He couldn't stop himself, glancing back for only a moment to crouch down and lower his face to the ground, his nose nearly touching that damp footprint in the grey and white marble.

“Mmm…"

He moaned and yet…there wasn't any smell left. Byleth grunted at that and pressed in nearer, brushing it with his nose, even though he didn't want to disturb it. There just was only a faint whiff of violets, though there also seemed to be a sense of coldness from the marble floor, though Rhea had only been there recently.

Rhea had left her shoes, white flats that were slightly worn but still suitable for her, behind. Ah, that would do…

Carefully, he scooped one up into his hands as if there was a deeper reverence at play, panting lightly as he brushed his nose over the sole, kissing it lightly.

“Mmmm…"

Now, that was better, so much better. Byleth inhaled deeply, taking in everything that he could, inhaling again and again, short, panting puffs of breath dragging into his lungs. The sweetness of her soles lingered in the shoes, though it was a little different from last time, as they were worn shoes. It was a little more natural, not quite as fresh as it had been, more natural and with a soft musk to it that hinted at how frequently she had worn the white flats. That time, clearly, she had not used the lotion on her feet that she had back when they had had their first time together in her bedroom.

But that was okay too, for it allowed him to take in another side of her feet, how it tickled the insides of his nostrils and the light musk of her foot was stronger towards the midsection. He twitched, breathing increasingly heavily, rubbing his face into the remaining indent of her foot in the shoe: a footprint that Rhea had left behind.

His cock throbbed, drawing back a little to take in the print of her foot within the shoe. In that one and the other, there were little indents where her toes had dug in and weighed into the flat shoe, though a larger indent of pressure weighing across the ball showed where that part of her foot had been. There was a lighter section, the shoe barely worn and indented with a footprint, in the middle section, the heel rounding down and in to make the biggest impression.

Byleth quivered, weak with lust. How could he possibly be so addicted to her scent? It was not something that he could ever so easily ignore, put down, walk away from. And maybe that was exactly why the look of her feet, both in the flat shoes that she wore and the sandals that she frequently had on also, drove him wild. Lust curled through and he forgot to even check behind him, to make sure that no one else was there.

Horniness would do that to a person, but never more so than someone who was completely and utterly infatuated with Rhea's beautiful, dainty feet. He inhaled deeply, sniffing, the puffs of breath that he clawed into his lungs coming with a feral edge, down on his knees and quivering with lust. His own feet shook lightly, showing where his legs were trembling, his head bowed down and his upper back rounding as if he was worshipping the shoe.

The toe prints in her left shoe seemed a little deeper than the other, though that could have been his overactive imagination at work. The prints of her toes were darker there also, as if a little lotion may have sunk into them in time – which may have added just a little more to the very faint scent of flowers in the shoe. The musk of her feet, however, was the dominating scent, intoxicating enough that he wanted to press his face into both shoes at once and lose himself in them.

Her toes had smelled wonderful before, especially so, and he pressed his face into the toe-section, which was covered and not an open-toe flat shoe, as something rustled.

“Hm?"

He made a face and tugged out the crinkling thing to reveal a note. From Rhea?

Byleth shuddered. Had she known that he would find her shoes there? Unfolding the note, which was screwed up in a corner, he read it in his head.

You are so weak for my feet, Byleth, I knew that you would not be able to resist my flat shoes, my feet. Just as I am so weak for yours. When you make my feet wet with your lips and tongue, it makes me so wet. I love when your feet have struggled to reach mine, scraping and grabbing, toes twitching. When your muscular legs and meaty, musky feet have trembled and shaken with desire. You go through so much, then and soon, all to reach me. You are just like a male animal pining for a mate.

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Come to my room tonight, Byleth, and maybe your feet can struggle some more, for me, with me. Your senses may just be rewarded with my feet…and my senses too will reward yours after such a wonderful struggle. Come the way that you did last time.

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He could never say no to Rhea.

*

That night, Byleth paused at the bottom of her tower, barefoot once again and in his nightwear of a pair of pants that were cinched lightly at the waist and an open leg. He would not have usually done them up so tightly, but he didn't want anything to slip out of place while he was climbing.

However, Rhea had had another trick up her sleeve to tease him. The vines that he had used to climb her tower before were gone, of course. Instead of the vines, he would have to use the cracks, crevasses and natural footholds alone, digging his toes into any tiny foothold that he could snatch up for himself.

“Hmph…"

He grunted, though that was not enough to make him give up. No… He had to reach her, trying out his footing on a very small ledge right at the bottom of the tower, though he couldn't scrabble up from it. He tried to use his hands, though Byleth was much better at using his feet to climb, merely guiding himself with his hands. Scraping against the little ledge, he groaned as his feet roughly ground back off it, clumping back down to the ground.

He tried with his right foot, looking for a foothold, a small crack in the wall just about letting him grind his toes into it, though he couldn't step up higher again and slipped back off to the ground below. Trying the same again with his left foot, he stepped up a little higher to where a rougher stone block stood out a little from the wall. Maybe that would give him just enough of a hold?

It would have been enough for him usually, though the problem was that his frustration and his scrabbling was making his feet sweatier and wetter, a little slippery under the toes and the balls of his feet in particular. He moved around to the side of the tower a little, no longer quite directly under the window, and tried again, using his hands to give himself a little leverage, though he would need to push off from his feet to get any height in the slightest.

Byleth grunted, scrabbling, getting the toes of his right foot onto a tiny ledge that was so small that it did not even classify as one, but he managed to get his left foot up just afterwards. Hastening, he pushed up to get the toes of his left foot wedged into a hole that was too-small for them, squeezing inside and scrunching together.

Yet it did not help as he was forced to push back and off the wall, landing with a grunt. Byleth, however, was not put off, oh no. He had a tower to climb and she was just challenging him to see what extremes he was willing to go to for her.

He would show her.

Byleth grit his teeth together, grinding them back and forth and then clenching his jaw until it ached. Sure, the tension most likely wasn't going to help him, but he had to try, had to go higher, taking a hold on a crack with his left foot and pushing up to wedge his right into a hole in the wall that he had missed before. It had dirt and grass in there, which had seeded, and he kicked it out to get himself just a little higher, scrabbling up and pushing off hard with both feet to make it up to a metre and a half, at his feet, high.

Once he had started, that helped a little, even though it was much harder and more tedious to climb than before. He huffed, puffing out his cheeks, red already, though Byleth could not stop himself from sweating, his feet slicker with every step. Heat raced through his body as Rhea made him work for her feet, though he concentrated on wedging his toes into little cracks, twisting his feet to the side to best make use of the space that he had. The older, rougher stones the vines had been gripping before helped him to climb a little, not as smooth as the ones lower down.

That was good. That let him fall prey to his primal urges, thinking only of her feet. Nothing else mattered to Byleth as he climbed, finding the smaller cracks with his fingers that his feet could not wedge into, although those didn't help all that much to him when it came to his feet. And it was not as if they gave him much purchase either, the small cracks enough for a finger or two but no more than that. The cracks were too tight for his feet, though he managed to just about wedge a small toe in, though the stone caught his nail and pinched his toe.

His heart pounded, lust surging through him, grunting thickly in the back of his throat, though he didn't want to let the cry out. Byleth's eyes narrowed, a small bead of sweat trickling down his forehead to his right temple, but he had to keep going, the ground falling further and further away below him. He knew that there would be serious physical repercussions for him if he fell, yet he couldn't let any inkling of fear let him tumble down, not then, not ever.

Not when Rhea was ahead of him, so much higher, waiting on him.

Animalistic surges poured through him as he curled his toes, neatly gripping a tiny ledge, getting the hang of it once again as he climbed higher and higher. He could see the ledge of her window, his body positioned a little to the right of it and below, though it taunted him, still too high above for him to do anything to leap up there, or to get there any swifter.

Byleth grumbled faintly under his breath, though he was still a man of very few words. For him, as he was, that was never going to change. He shook his head minutely, though didn't want to unbalance himself, considering just how precarious his climb was. And yet the climb was what Rhea had wanted from him, seeing him sweating and struggling, fighting all the way up to get to her feet.

However, she had done one small thing for him – and that lay in allowing some of the vines to remain, up by her window. They had to have twisted around the tower to the back side that he rarely saw, though they wouldn't have helped him any in his climb, for they were younger, weaker vines down at the base than the ones that he had climbed before. He wondered if she had preserved the other ones in any way, though didn't quite know how he could ask her something like that.

It probably didn't matter anyway. Not when he was about seven metres from her window, scraping and scrabbling for them, though his fingers raked down the stone instead of the vine the first time that he grabbed at it. He tried again, reaching, but something sharp bit his hand.

“Agh!"

Yanking his hand away, he let out a soft, muffled cry. Above him, Rhea appeared in the window, resplendent in her natural beauty, though Byleth would have thought that she was beautiful regardless of what she was wearing. He wasn't only focused on her feet, after all, but who she was as a person, though they were both exceedingly fortunate to both share the same liking and fetish.

“Oh… I thought you would have come more swiftly, for my feet."

Rhea smiled as she perched on the windowsill, dangling her bare feet down as if she was taunting him and teasing him both at the same time. She flexed her toes, showing off the meaty softness of her soles, though that had the instant effect of making his cock swell in his underwear. It tented out the front and the light nightwear that he had on, whimpering softly in the back of his throat. That sound, however, was too quiet for Rhea to hear, which was just fine as far as he was concerned.

He tried again to hold onto the vines, but the thorns pricked up against his hands instantly, driving and snapping into his fingers and palms. Even though the pain was short-lived, it was clear that climbing in that way was not going to be possible.

“The vines are enchanted against being climbed with hands, your hands," she murmured invitingly, swinging her feet back and forth. “I want to challenge you, Byleth. You try so hard for my feet… My lovely, soft feet, the curve of my heel and the line of my sole. You want to trace your tongue over the ball of my foot, inhale deeply, absorb everything as you suck tenderly on my feet. And I want to make you do more, so much more, just for me. Only bare feet and their skin can touch these vines. So…can you make your way to me, dear Byleth, using only your lovely feet?"

He gasped, though found himself already nodding, despite his mind not exactly being in control at that moment. Regardless of its position, it was his aching cock, blood pulsing faintly through it, that led the way and his intention.

“If you cannot reach my feet," she added, with a teasing twinkle in her eye. “Then…I cannot consider you worthy of them. So, Byleth…can you reach my feet and prove yourself worthy?"

She giggled, pressing her fingers to her lips, toes curling, flicking them out towards him, wriggling her toes and flexing her entire foot. As he stared at her, trying to claw his way up with his feet even then, though the vines would not accept the touch of his hands, of course.

Was she serious? But he had to try and twisted himself around before his mind had even caught up with what was happening, turning around and putting his feet up first, curling his toes around the lowest vine. However, the expected pricking of thorns did not come and he tightened his grip, letting go with his hands and swinging there upside down.

However, it was not easy – and it was never meant to be. Not as he swung there, scraping and managing to curl his toes and some of the ball of his foot around another vine, just a little higher. It was not a natural position for him and he was forced to look back down to the ground, blood rushing to his head.

Head blistered across his face as he grunted, swinging and swinging, panting hotly through an open mouth. The smoothness of the vine was only possible to grip because it was thin enough for him to curl his foot around it, even if feet were not designed for such a thing. Human feet had lost their full capacity to grip and to hold, yet he made do as well as he could, twisting his body to get better leverage. He couldn't make it more difficult for himself.

“That's it…"

Her breathy encouragement above him was all that he needed. So it was that he climbed with only his feet, reaching carefully for the next vine to cling onto, sliding his foot to a stable spot that was clinging tightly to the stones, and then gripping with his toes. He had to inch his way up, tediously and terribly slowly, all while he was thinking of Rhea's feet and how he wanted to kiss and lick them all over, sucking on them…

He fought for stability, his back against the wall while he reached up, blindly, with his left foot, pushing the fleshier ball of his foot over a thicker vine. It was a little harder to grip, yet it seemed rougher, perhaps a tougher one that had lingered there, and yet he threw caution to the wind, slowly gaining metre after metre.

Slowly, he had to go higher, reaching and grabbing blindly, though his toes, thankfully, were quite good at gripping, curling sinuously around a vine to pull him up a little higher. At least the thorns were not active when it came to his feet, though he shuddered to think of how they would have dug in, if that had been the case.

Under his feet, the vines were smooth, almost too smooth, when Byleth would have liked a little more grip to work with, maybe rougher vines, but not even his big, manly feet could offer him that. He would just have to prove himself to her, working his way higher and higher, dangling and swaying even as an ache ran through his right foot.

But Byleth had to hold on. There was nothing else for him to do.

All for her feet, the only thing that kept him going. He would never be able to get enough of her feet, an addict of the highest order, though he was secretly thrilled too by the highly unorthodox climb that he was being put through.

“Mmph…"

He grunted and groaned, dimly and vaguely aware that she was peering down at him with a rosy tint to her cheeks. She liked what he was doing as much as he really did, though his damp feet slid over the vines, making his climb even more treacherous. He could only hope that there would be some kind of safety net in place if he fell, yet he couldn't allow himself to think about that. Digging his toes into the vines, a thicker nest of them, he briefly brushed the rough stone behind them, a little reassured by the solidity of it, despite it not really helping all that much.

It was still reassuring as Rhea, waiting for him, pressed her thighs together, pinker in the cheeks all over again. He hoped he was getting to her as much as she was getting to him, driving him crazy with the swinging of her feet, dancing back and forth. There was only a half-moon in the sky but it was more than enough to see her by, her feet flexing and the skin on her soles shifting slightly. Yet it was her toes that his eyes focused on the most, admiring, however briefly, how they curled and relaxed, Rhea keen for him.

“Unngghhh…"

He needed that, grunting again, pressing on. He was close but Rhea was looking down at him and she was not unaffected either. Just how he lusted for her feet and worked so hard to get to her was intoxicating, the kind of thing that would have kept her coming back to him, again and again. It was an urge that she could not contain, throbbing up thick and fast, as if she was being overfilled with lust, ready to spill over.

Rhea held her breath, watching him as he climbed higher and higher, his feet curling more confidently around each vine, though there was still a haste in him. She pressed her legs together as she glanced down, parting them again only enough to note the wet spot in her underwear, her nightdress having pulled up.

She gasped faintly, letting out that breath. Oh, how he reached her on an instinctive level, a level that she had not managed to reach before, not on her own. The wet spot grew a little more as her arousal rested slickly against her inner lips, the folds of her sex, and she licked her lips deviously, peering down at him.

She wanted him, like she'd never wanted anything ever before, both Byleth and his feet, though she would never have denied her lust for the latter either. Yet how was it she was so wet already? She panted, puffing out a breath before containing herself again, hornier than ever all over a male lusting for her, fighting for her, as if she was something to be claimed. And yet she made her claim on him too, as he inched nearer.

His feet were sweatier still as he whimpered softly, trying to get to her feet. Close to the top, nearly at the windowsill, he felt with his toes for the next vine, not looking up. That was just why he startled when he brushed her soft sole with his toes.

“Oh… Ohhh!"

He didn't need to get the words out, hearing her moan too, the cry tangling with his. He clung to the vine, trying to look up but not quite able to, with the strain in his neck, trying to hang on with one foot while he toyed with her other foot, as much as he could. It was like an upside-down game of footsie, bumping her toes and then her sole again with his foot, though he could not get close enough for his liking.

“There, there…"

Rhea soothed him as she rubbed her foot smoothly over his, taking pity on him, if only for a bit. Her feet soothed his sore, aching toes just a little, for the climb had been exceptionally wearisome, as he gave a soft, relaxed moaning, eyelids fluttering. She cooed to him, wishing that she had him already, even if it was all worth it to her.

Byleth did not dawdle, climbing higher, at last, up past the windowsill so that his face ended up level with her feet, gripping the vine where it grew higher. He swung down, inhaling deeply, gripping tightly with his toes as he breathed in her new, natural scent – no lotion, again. There were the natural scents of the night at play, yet all he could take in was the sweet musk of her feet, how there was an earthy, almost faintly spicy quality to it. Yet it was faint, so very discreet, and he trembled with lust, shaking all over.

While still upside-down, he clung on with his toes, trying to get in close enough to her feet to lick them, his tongue sticking out. His sweaty toes slipped on the vine, threatening to send him tumbling, but he still tried to lap at her toes, briefly grazing one toe with his tongue but not managing to get any closer.

Rhea teased him, wiggling her toes at him, so close to his tongue and yet still millimetres out of reach. Her thick, pale legs had a feminine softness to them she knew he appreciated, though she would better be able to use them to her advantage once she had him inside her room once more. With his feet close by her, Rhea was better placed to breath in his scent too, leaning in close to his feet as her body shook with lust, a ripple going through her body from her shoulders all the way down her torso to her hips and her legs too. She craved him…and all they were doing was foreplay. His scent, however, was thicker and muskier, swamping her senses as she let out a low hum of appreciation.

Rhea giggled as he whined, giving a little lick to the tips of his toes, catching the big one, the second and the middle. He gasped, trying not to flinch away from the sharply ticklish sensation, though he could not be distracted.

“Come to me then…"

Withdrawing her legs and then her feet, she pulled herself back inside the room. But she gave his foot another kiss and soft, sweet lap of her tongue, the spark of taste, musky and earthy like him, flowing into her mouth. Byleth whimpered, grunting from the tickle of sensation, though it was fleeting. Which was just as well for him as he might well have slipped otherwise.

“Come all the way up now, Byleth…" She murmured sweetly, teasingly. “I'm waiting for you."

He hastened, fighting with his slippery, sweaty feet to pull himself inside using only his feet and legs. He had to lower himself a little, just so he could get his shoulders and head inside, though it still forced him to scramble and twist, all to force himself around and through the window, moaning aloud.

“Mmmmmnnnggghhh…"

It was just hard to pull himself inside, his legs aching fiercely, the strong calf muscles still wanting him to give up. Yet he could not, not when he was so close to the treat of her feet, tumbling inside and standing up even as he groaned.

Rhea smiled, offering her hand to him. There was no time to wait.

“Come with me, darling."

Rhea led him, regardless of how tired he was, to the bed, her bare feet brushing his as they walked. They were just that close, her pussy damp and a bead of moisture clinging to her outer lips; she must have been more aroused than she had even realised.

Byleth could not help pressing in closer, his larger, more masculine feet bumping hers as they moved, his shaft throbbing, still hard and shedding a tantalising few drops of pre-cum. His undergarments clung wetly to the head of his cock, making it impossible to ignore as the smooth outer side of her foot brushed against him once more.

“Lay down for me."

“Oof…"

He did so willingly, though he did not expect Rhea to take the lead that time, even though he quite as if felt himself to be a servant to her – and, more specifically, her feet too, of course. His trousers were removed, along with his undergarments, revealing his erection, hard and throbbing. With a snap of her fingers and a smirk on her lips, she cuffed him to the bed with magic, his hands stretched up above his head towards the headboard, even though his feet were left free. She would need him to be free down there, at least for the moment.

Byleth whined and squirmed, not wanting to use his words, not yet, being a man of so few of them. All words he spent were done so very deliberately, though Rhea had a way about coaxing more from him. He would have been embarrassed about being as sweaty as he was, though it was a fresh, clean kind of sweat – and it very much couldn't be helped, considering that it was summer still.

He wondered if the warmer weather would change how Rhea spent her time with him.

“You cannot cum yet, my sweet Byleth," she breathed, not needing to raise her voice at all to gain his attention. “Or you could…but you shall not get to taste my feet again, if you do before I am ready for you."

Byleth groaned.

“No… Please…"

He would be good, yes. All so that he could please her and her feet, which were the focus of his attention, the only focus that he needed.

Rhea, however, wasn't going to make it easy for him. Running her hand up his thigh, she captured his shaft in her hand and closed her fingers around it, though she had to sit on the bed, a little further back, and adjust her position to get her foot up on the bed with her. Inching and crawling her toes in towards his cock, she teased him by almost touching his cock with her toes – but not quite.

Byleth grunted and squirmed. Why was she making it so difficult for him? He was already struggling to hold on, another bead of pre-cum bubbling up from the head of his cock and trickling down, though she still did not grace him with her feet. And it made him want her all the more…

How could she do that to him? Even coaxing words from his lips? She wiggled her toes closer still to his cock, the brush of air against his length so tantalising that he nearly climaxed, all over again, right there on the spot.

“My sweet Byleth… How you crave my feet."

It was a statement and not a question, though Rhea sat up a little straighter, releasing his sock for the moment as she slipped out of her nightdress, easing it up and over her head. He wriggled before her, shifting the weight from one hip to the other, but didn't do anything to push into climax, even when Byleth could have done so. He was good for her, so very good that she exposed her breasts by also taking off her bra, unclasping it and sliding it off her arms. Her bare breasts were exposed, still pale with pert, pink nipples, pulling down slightly, naturally, under their own weight.

Smirking faintly at him, she took pleasure in wobbling them up close to Byleth's bare feet, kneeling down low, letting the weight of her tits swing them back and forth gently. Yet they didn't touch his soles or the toes, teasing him and just staying out of reach as Byleth groaned and strained to grab at her tits with his toes.

“Unff…"

Byleth grunted, straining with all his might. That wasn't anything to do with cumming, so he could press on just a little, his foot flexing as he strained to grab her tits. The cuffs, however, dug in around his wrists, holding him in place, though he had never imagined her dominating him just like that. And so easily too… It sent an intoxicating rush of heat through him as he arched his back and bucked his hips up, not knowing what else to do.

“Quietly now…"

He didn't know what he was supposed to be doing quietly, though he had his attention on Rhea and only her as she adjusted her position, cutely walking her toes up the bed, towards his face. Easing them up and over his chest, they ended up deliberately just under his nose, the weight of her heels, pressing into the top of his chest, though even the rounded press of her heels was delicious.

Wiggling her toes wickedly under his nose, she didn't touch him, not even as he tipped his chin forward and down, trying to get closer to her. He could almost reach, the wriggling, twitching toes so fleshy and soft, as if they were about to sweep over his tongue right then and there. Yet Rhea knew just how to keep her feet out of his reach while driving him wild, his cock twitching and jerking faintly with pulses of blood, arousal flooding him. Could he even hold back?

“You can smell them, my feet…and look at them…" She said, taking her time with her words. “But you can't touch them, no, or I will make you wait even longer for my feet, Byleth. Do you understand?"

“Mmph… Yes…"

He breathed the word, still so very quiet, barely even raising his voice, even though he had her rapt attention, just as much in return. He noticed the light dampness, almost clamminess, of her feet and toes as she pressed them in closer to him, though it was only from a very light, faint sheen of perspiration. She was, after all, a lot cooler than him as she hadn't had to scale the tower.

Yet he nodded again, trying to show to her just how devout he was in the moment. Nothing else mattered to him, how her toes curled and his eyes followed the line of the transverse arch. She had told him once already that the arch was her favourite part of his foot and it was impossible for him to ignore it on her too. He just wanted to run his tongue along it, leaning into her touch, his chest heaving as he inhaled the light musk of her feet over and over again.

Oh, how he wanted to taste them…

Yet Rhea wiggled her feet and toes, flexing to dig the heel down and taunt at brushing his nose with her toes – yet she never did. Byleth grunted and squirmed, not knowing what else he could do, though hope surged in his heart as her lips parted.

“Hm… Ten… Nine… Eight…"

Was she counting down? Did that mean she was going to let him touch her feet? Lick them? Suck on her toes? He groaned and bucked his hips, pre-cum bubbling. He'd never been that needy before!

“Seven… I'll allow you to taste my feet, Byleth… Six… Five…" She counted down, nearly brushing his nose with her toes, lifting them from his chest so that she held them over both his nose and lips without him having to press his chin down to stay in line with her rules. “Four… Three… Two…"

He let out a rush of breath.

“One!"

He leaned in, expecting his prize for remaining exactly where she wanted him to be, his lust surging and tightening in his throat. He moaned and stuck his tongue out – though she tugged her feet away!

“Mmph?"

Byleth tilted his head, his lips still parted, tongue flicking against his lower lip, not knowing whether he should close his mouth or not. Had he got something wrong? He had been rather caught up in his own lust, need swelling through, his cock throbbing so much that he genuinely thought that he was going to explode, though he didn't want to do it before she was ready. Byleth groaned and wriggled, trying to contain himself, as quiet as he could be. What if she didn't let him taste her feet and dominated him by restraint and restriction for even longer as a result?

He gave her a questioning look, his words tangled in the back of his throat. That time, he didn't want them to come out so easily.

“Ladies first, you know this," Rhea said flirtatiously, showing him another side of her, a side that he had not seen before, as he wriggled in place, grunting and squirming. “You have to make sure that you look after me first… So, be polite. Or perhaps you are not man enough to hold on for just a bit longer?"

He gave a long, low submissive moan. Yes… Yes, he was. Yes, he was more than man enough to put her needs first and foremost, even though his eyes were on her feet, locked onto the flick of her toes and how she curled her whole foot around as if she was gripping onto something with her entire foot.

Rhea smiled. She loved when he gave in to her like that, though it was only the start of their relationship. Yet she could not have been more grateful than she was to have things going the way that they were, getting to experiment and play and tease, finding a new nuance of domination that she had not before got into. When it involved her feet and teasing him, it had turned out to be even more appealing than she had realised.

The tenor of his moan was lustful…though she had another part of him in mind to play with. Sliding down his body, she pulled his fight foot to her face, leaving her feet pointing back towards his head, so that he still had a nice view of her soles and the balls of her feet, along with the meaty rounds of her toes, which looked even rounder from that position. Taking his foot with a tiny moan, she took a big sniff of his foot, holding the inhale with her nose almost touching his transverse arch. Yet not quite.

I missed this…

_ _

Even though it had not been all that long since the last time that they had played together like that, her brushed her nose against the transverse arch, letting his richer musk and the crisp scent of his sweat sink into her. His feet, however, were far from dirty as she slowly licked his foot from the heel to the tips of his toes, pressing her tongue briefly into the fleshy meat of his toes, picking his foot up a bit higher so that she could adore every inch of them.

Byleth shuddered and groaned, wriggling in place. The long, slow laps of her tongue caressed his feet as she took everything that she wanted from him, easing up towards the toes and sucking on them. Of course, they were still rather big to fit in her mouth, so she took each one in turn to start with, then trying to fit more than one into her mouth as they filled it and made her bulge out her cheeks a little bit more. There was a slightly rougher texture to the balls of his feet and the underside of his toes, the rich, masculine musk definitely coming with an earthen aroma to it, though it made her hunger for him even more. The climb had certainly had its toll on him, she thought, tasting his toes, his sole, the transverse arch, his heel, the flavour of each part of his foot bursting into her mouth.

Rhea trembled in lust, lips and tongue shaking against him, though, in that instance, it did not come off as ticklish, not to Byleth, for which he was grateful. He hummed softly, wriggling his toes, though otherwise relaxed under her attention. If he let a bit more tension slip from his body, it was easier for him to hold on, for he knew he was pleasing her too.

It took some twisting, bringing her left leg up and forward, knee resting on the bed, but she got her foot up close to his lightly aching shaft at the same time. Byleth twitched under her, moaning openly, as she stroked the tip of his penis with her toes, circling around the head and teasing him with the proximity of her feet to his cock. If there was anything that would drive Byleth wild, it was exactly that. Her hot breath washed over his foot as she matched his heavy panting with her own, grunting and groaning, losing their hold on sensibility as lust washed around them.

“Mmmm… My child," she murmured, using a soft term of endearment for him. “Don't cum yet… Mmm… Please…"

She quivered, shuddering in place, as Byleth tried to hold back, pinning his own hips down to the bed as arousal raged. She opened her mouth wider, sucking on his toes, turning her head to the side and trying to get all of his toes into her mouth all at once, though, just like the first time, it didn't quite go to plan. His foot was just too big, the toes round and thick, though strong – stronger than hers. Rhea grunted against his foot, not quite sounding feminine in the moment, though she didn't have to be, not as she pressed in closer, swapping from one foot to the other, making sure that she gave them as equal attention as possible.

“Nnngghhh…" She groaned, seeming to be in a worse state of losing control than even he was. “Hold on for me… Mmm!"

Byleth twisted, gasping silently, his mouth a gaping, dark hole. How could he hold on when she was making such wonderful noises for him, just for him? Yet the tension coiling in his loins had to be held in place, grunting thickly in the back of his throat as he clamped his mouth shut all over again, the foot that she wasn't holding twitching like mad.

Nearly… So close! He relaxed, heaving as he sank back down into the bed, suddenly exhausted. He'd almost gone over the edge, though didn't want to, not quite yet. Not until she was ready for him, lapping over his foot, sucking on his toes and, of course, paying the most attention to his transverse arch with her lips and tongue.

Slowly, however, she eased down, letting him rest, though neither had orgasmed yet. Rhea smiled, looking up at Byleth.

“Well done for listening to me, Byleth."

His heart leapt, though he had to keep all in place still as she gave his foot, the meatiest part of his musky sole, a long, lingering kiss.

He gave her a look, not trusting himself to speak, wanting to know what more she wanted from him. Had he done enough? There was still a smile on his lips, tugging at them.

“One more thing, my love," Rhea said softly, though it was clear just how her need was pressing on her. “Here…"

Leaning back onto the bed, she took a small box of tiny fruits – they could have been cherries or something similar from their size, or even candied. It didn't matter to Byleth, not when she placed one on each of her nipples, even if it was a little precarious. That was all part of the challenge, at least when it came to teasing Byleth.

“Now…" She said. “You can take the fruit from my breasts and taste them, but only using your feet. You'll forfeit the right to kiss my feet, of course, if they fall off."

He nodded eagerly. She had positioned herself in such a way that her head was away from him, her breasts within stretching distance of his feet. It was still a stretch, however, as he strained, his calf muscles extending, huffing as he tried to brush them.

However, his feet were more slippery from Rhea licking them, swirling her tongue around, and the light sweat that was remaining. Her breasts too did not help matters at all, so soft and wobbly that the mere brush of his foot made her flesh shift, responding to the pressure. They were, however, pleasurable to touch and he lightly played his toes into and across them, feeling how they sunk in. Her flesh was smooth and hairless, perfect, as he rubbed his feet back and forth across both of her breasts, inching his toes up – but that made the little fruit jiggle too much.

He adjusted his position a little and tried her other breast, lifting his foot over her chest and trying to grab down with his toes – but that only came close to pushing it off her tit entirely. Rhea moaned and he huffed, frustrated by how difficult it was. He succeeded, however, in grabbing one fruit, only by pressing his left foot down into her breast at the same time, awkwardly managing to grab the fruit with his toes. Yet it was hard to balance it there without knocking the fruit astray, so round and smooth against his questing, grabbing toes. It was with his slipperiest foot, however, so it was difficult to raise it, the fruit moving against his toes even as he raised it all the way back to his mouth.

He didn't want to drop it. Softly slipping the fruit from his toes to his mouth, he dropped it between his lips, sucking his lips around it and whimpering as an explosion of fruity sweetness, some kind of berry, flowed across his tongue. There was a lingering taste of his sweaty toes too, though that had to be all part and parcel with it, the fresh sweat sinking into the back of his throat with a carnal edge to it.

Bolstered by his first victory, he more boldly went for the second fruit with just his toes, not bothering to stabilise her breast with his other foot. That time, it came a little easier, though it could all have gone very wrong as he neatly and delicately picked up the small fruit from her breast, the skin smooth and faintly shining in the little moonlight that was pooling in through the window. It was still not that bright as he drew his foot right up back to his mouth, demonstrating his flexibility, as he slipped the fruit into his mouth, gasping in relief. He suckled on his big toe along with the fruit, sucking around it.

The taste was euphoric, everything coming together wonderfully, tastes colliding, springing and bounding together. Oh, it was good to have a taste, even though it was his feet and not Rhea's, which he was desperate for. It still gave him a tiny bit of relief, something that he could savour then, if only a little, the sweet fruit mingling with the musky taste of his foot and clean sweat.

Finally, Rhea twitched her fingers, sending her magic out to undo his cuffs. Breathing heavily, Byleth groaned and rubbed his wrists, even though they were only sore because he had been pulling hard against them. Sitting up on the bed as he hesitated, not knowing whether she meant that he could or not yet, she pressed her feet together and offered them to him.

“Go ahead," she said gently. “You have earned it."

His heart pounded and he grunted, trembling as he finally took her offered foot, coming in closer and closer to her foot. His eyes took in the toes first, how they curled a little, then up over the top and the arch of her foot, the line of her ankle dragging his eye around. Yet the round of her heel was more alluring still and he tilted his head a little to take in the side of her foot and the sole that had a few lines of crinkled skin in it.

But it was all the better as he pressed up to her feet and moaned, her toes wiggling against his face. He held them up to his face, letting her rub her sole against him, though he did steal take a moment to inhale where his nose pressed into her transverse arch, even though he didn't want to lap, not just yet. He wanted to build up to that, since she had teased him for so long already.

But he wanted them all over his body first, letting them stroke over his face first, the folds of her skin softly tugging and clinging to his face where she was ever so slightly sweaty still. He still felt sweaty after his climb, though that was to be expected as he moaned, taking her feet and encouraging them to rub down his neck and chest. He wanted them everywhere, all over his body, especially on his cock and balls as Rhea chuckled softly, still very much in control, teasing the midsection of both feet over his shaft in particular.

His lust rose, cock tingling and throbbing, attention focusing back on his arousal. He did not have to be touching his cock in any way for him to be turned on, his heart thudding almost painfully in his chest, desire twisting in his stomach and prickling lustfully across his skin. It was intoxicating, something that made him want more of it, always more, pulling her feet back to his face so that he could take in great, deep breaths of her natural, feminine scent. It was just so different to his feet that he couldn't get enough of it, the light musk and the faint flowery hint that was still there. Maybe she would let him rub lotion into her feet sometime…

That was something to raise later, however. He couldn't stop what was happening while he was busy savouring the softness of her feet in his hands and across his face, tonguing her transverse arch. It was something to be enjoyed slowly, taken in, though he wanted to taste her just as much as he wanted to look, to touch and, of course, to smell. The sweetness of her feet was the best thing that he could ever have imagined and the taste of them his nectar, all that he needed to survive.

Rhea giggled as he grinned like it was his birthday, his tongue slipping out by his lips, about to take a lick. The moment stretched out, as if the seconds had slowed down, tongue out and just about to touch the ball of her foot.

Rap-rap-rap!

_ _

“Huh?"

His head shot up, the door handle of her quarters rattling as one of the guards tried to gain entry.

“No!" Rhea groaned, slapping her hand to her head. “The guards… They will think that there's something wrong, the door should not usually be locked!"

Byleth was sure that Rhea deserved her privacy too, though it was a feature of her position that she needed to be guarded and protected like that too. But that didn't mean that she didn't want to have time to herself also, even while they were trying to perform their duty, regardless. The handle rattled again, the pounding on the door increasing, Byleth scrambling back.

Rhea sighed and yanked her foot back, once again denying Byleth a taste of her foot. His lust trembled, though his cock softened a little at the interruption. Why did that keep happening to him? Maybe he had better come back at another time.

She pulled on her dress again, forgoing her bra, though there was a wet patch on it. The hammering on the door intensified as someone slammed into it.

“We need to get out – now!"

He caught the urgency in her voice and nodded, Rhea quickly using her magic to vanish the vines from the wall outside. Byleth scrambled into his trousers and underwear, though it was hard to get them up and over his cock. Byleth slipped through the window first, ahead of Rhea, climbing down normally that time, though it was still difficult with the rough stones and few cracks in the wall to step into.

Rhea held her breath as she slipped out of the window, her heart in her hands. Or her feet, more exactly, as she strained down, feeling for a ledge. She tested it, to make sure that it was stable, before putting her weight on it, though was emboldened by Byleth going ahead of her, even though the time was not right to tell him that. She just could not have been caught with him in her chambers like that, inching down, slowly and carefully, despite the need to rush on and not be caught. She dug her toes into a more secure crack, glancing down at him and following Byleth's path.

Byleth grunted, toes wriggling against the rough, pale stonework. Barefoot and climbing down in nightwear… It was less entertaining and intoxicating than climbing up to her window in the hunt for her feet, slowly edging down when he felt like he had to rush, almost scraping up his toes on the rather unyielding stone. Yet he had to show Rhea the way, even though Byleth knew that she was more than capable of following him down on her own.

Byleth led and took his time, inching his feet into all the little cracks that he could find, trying to show Rhea where to go. She was a skilled climber too, or so it seemed, for she kept pace with him, his toes wriggling into a crack as his left foot stepped down onto a ledge, the voices of the guards rising above them. Even though they were hunting for them, Byleth and Rhea were far enough down, in the darkness, to not be seen.

He gained some ground on her, however, further down as he glanced up, swallowing hard as he was treated to the sight of her bare feet stepping down slowly, one by one. She reached carefully, taking her weight after testing each ledge that she found, knowing that she had to take care, as much as he did. Her nightdress floated around her legs as they climbed down, offering him a glimpse of her calves and knees, though his attention mainly remained on her feet.

Again, he weakened, swaying against the wall and pausing for a moment as he watched her, her feet struggling to find places to hold on to, toes grasping and wriggling. She was confident but only up to a certain extent and the height did not help there, the awareness of needing to draw on her powers and expose them both if they tumbled down at the forefront of her mind.

Together, however, they would make their way down and he watched with intent concentration as her toes gripped onto a tiny ledge, so small that it should not have been possible to cling, though she still managed it. Her other foot strained down closer to him, the rising sweat and the more feminine, musky smell of her feet tickling at his nose. Without thinking too deeply about it, he inhaled again and again, even flicking his tongue out, as if he could take the time to lap at her foot.

He panted heavily, trying to stay ahead of her as they climbed down, though her feet grew closer and closer to his face as he wasn't able to resist her. Byleth was just too caught up in the sway of her feet, grunting softly in the back of her throat. Rhea's feet were just too alluring for him.

“Mmph…"

Byleth let out the softest of moans, his tongue lapping out to stroke her heel, licking again, quickly, just in case she moved. Rhea shivered, pausing briefly, her toes dug into a crack in the wall that covered her transverse arch too. He swirled his tongue around in a hasty spiral, moaning against her heel, and Rhea flinched that time.

“Mm… Byleth! We cannot, not here!"

But he couldn't, not as he inhaled her feminine musk, that crisper, light aroma of sweat pulling into his senses. He was just a man and, despite all the odds, he was dizzy with lust. The night air did not feel as cool as it had before, his skin overheated and patchy with warmth, grunting thickly as he lapped again, pressing his lips around her heel as if he was trying to take as much of it into his mouth as possible.

It felt too good, however, for Rhea to protest all that much, whimpering softly as he lapped over her foot, her protests petering out gently into a long, lustful moan. He pressed in closer, trying to press his tongue into the crack alongside her foot, desperate for even more of her, her taste and the endlessly inviting aroma of her foot. The arch creased softly as she flexed her foot and he grunted, wriggling his tongue urgently in against it even more urgently than before.

“Ah… Byleth… That's…"

Yet she couldn't get the words out, struggling to maintain her breathing as she eased down, step by step, the two of them still having to move. She left that foot, for a moment, wedged into the crack, all so he could enjoy it.

But stepping down brought her other foot close to his mouth and she dangled it in midair, just for a moment, so that he could kiss and lap at her heel, running his tongue up and over her transverse arch.

“Oooh, okay… Just a little taste…ah…Byleth… Ohhh…"

He panted softly, licking his lips. Musk, sweat…the ever so faint flowery aroma, that he still was not sure if was purely in his imagination, just from that time that he had adored her feet after she had applied lotion before… It all mingled into a wonderful explosion of flavours on his tongue, even though flavour was sampled somewhat through scent too. If he had not been able to smell, it would not have been as pleasurable for him.

Yet there was no concern there, whimpering and moaning, her toes wiggling as he lapped down the underside of her sole, the arch wrinkling. His heart soared, head spinning wonderfully, need flowing through him, pulse after pulse. He wanted to cum again, his cock hard and throbbing, which didn't make climbing down any easier, even though they were both aware of the need to keep going.

They had a moment, however, as she dangled her foot towards him, wriggling her toes as he strained up to meet her, lapping up and down her sole even as she drifted her foot back and forth. Rhea couldn't keep it in place, unfortunately, not with holding her body against the stonework of the tower, but Byleth came along with her, all to keep lapping at her foot, running it through the crease at the midsection and up to the ball of her foot, where her foot was meatier and softer still against his tongue.

Rhea pressed her toes to his mouth, demanding softly that he suck on them.

“You know what to do, Byleth…"

And, oh, how he did, taking her toes into his mouth one at a time, the littlest toe first and then the largest toe, filling his mouth with them. They were a little muskier, especially between the toes, with the fresh sweat dampening her foot, though he couldn't deny that her feet were still clean and sweet, even after climbing down the stones.

The big toe was his favourite, however, as he swirled his tongue around, inhaling her sweet scent. It was needed, so very much so, slipping in closer to her still, trying to savour her musk, the feminine taste, how it was soft and light within his mouth. The taste would linger, of course, even after her foot had left his mouth.

Above, it sounded like the guards were in the room, perhaps about to look out the window. They stilled, quiet, pressing themselves all the way in against the wall to hide themselves from view. Byleth swallowed a whimper, trying to be as quiet as possible, though that was harder than ever with her feet as close as they were.

Above, they caught sight of the guard poking their head out of the window, looking around, scanning the horizon, though, thankfully for them, he did not look down. Once the guard had given up, apparently satisfied with checking the perimeter, Rhea climbed down further, trying to squeeze past him for the best hand and footholds, for there were not many on a tower like that.

He grunted as she bumped into him, her smooth skin squeezing against his, though the tug of the fabric of her nightdress caught on sweaty skin even more. Byleth groaned, pressing down the feeling, though his toes gripped the stonework, pressing over a ledge, even more ardently. He had to stay in place – he had come too far to slip them. She tried to half clamber over him, her leg sliding down his back to his gluteal muscles, and lower still.

“Would you like to keep pleasing me and my feet, Byleth?" She whispered. “You will need to work so much harder for it. I hope you know that."

She moved over him, making things even more difficult than they were, clinging to his back with an arm around his neck and the other around his chest.

“Oof!"

He grunted and trembled, though he had to stay in place, one way or the other. There was no other option to be had as the weight of her hung on his back, a moving, shifting weight that was hard for him to balance. Yet Rhea had an idea of how to make things more of a challenge for him, to really make him earn her feet, as she wrapped her legs around him from behind, playing her feet across his cock.

“You're so hard for me and my feet already, Byleth…"

That went without saying, yet he trembled, sweating more heavily, the nape of his neck damp with it. Byleth struggled, wriggling a little, swaying back and forth, though it was hard to think about anything else at all with her feet playing and dancing over his cock. It was amazing just how flexible they were as they stroked up and down the length of his cock, pressing down on the head, gentle to a fault. Yet she knew exactly what to do to drive him wild with need, pre-cum bubbling up again under her expert administrations.

“Oh… Mmm…"

“Struggle for me, Byleth," she groaned, her voice a little too loud to be trying to be quiet anymore. “Oh, I love how you work for my feet…"

He clenched his jaw, stopping another groan from slipping free. If that was what she loved, then he would do his best to deliver, to show her just how much he was in need of her and her feet, how he would spend the rest of his life worshipping them if he was permitted to do so. He trembled and did his best to put an arch into his lower back, shifting and experimenting with the best way to hold her weight, though it did not come all that easily as she massaged his shaft with her feet.

His length throbbed tenaciously, need rising, growing steeper and steeper, even if he was still clinging to the vertical wall. Byleth grunted, pressing his forehead into it, the roughness of the stone contrasting nicely with the softness of her skin. He only wished that she was able to get his trousers down to expose his shaft.

Byleth didn't know whether he would have left Rhea's room with or without his trousers if he had known what she was going to do to him. It was unlikely to have been something that Rhea planned, however…so there really was no forward thinking when it came to the whole event.

Her weight pulled him back, his shoulders aching, even though he tried to climb down another step, trembling more violently than ever. He groaned, licking his lips, trying to rock into the touch of her feet, how they closed and folded around his cock, caressing up and down, using the thickest part of the ball of the foot in particular to rub his dick. Byleth moaned, shivering, his head ducked forward, as if he was trying to get his chin down to his chest.

All Rhea had wanted was to show him just how prey to his male urges and desires he could be, rolling his hips and rocking them, though she had no fear of falling. After all, Byleth would never let her fall, no matter how difficult she made it for him. Breathing through an open mouth, she licked her lips gently, still tasting the rich masculinity of his feet in her mouth, remembering acutely how his toes had felt as she had sucked on them. If only she had been able to get more of his foot into her mouth, though not all the things that she longed to do, to him, were possible.

Byleth was quietly strong in himself and yet even he could be reduced to primal instincts and urges, desires above all else. That was all she wanted to see from him, intoxicating her all the more, wanting to know more, to see more, breathing in deeply while she clung to him. Her legs squeezed around him as she held on tightly, the hardness of his cock bearing up against her feet through his trousers. Slowly, a wet patch grew at the head of his cock, where it was tenting out his trousers, betraying his arousal. That was, if his grunts and groans did not do it for him…

“You'll always worship my feet," she moaned, barely holding back anymore, even though she knew the guards were still about. “Suck on my toes, lap my arch… Play your tongue over my soles."

Grunting, he twisted back and forth lightly, even as Rhea leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his head.

“Keep going for me, my sweet, hold on," she said, encouraging him softly. “Down you go, then we can enjoy. Until then, you must control your desires, your male urges."

He moaned, nodding.

“Mmph… Yes… Your feet… Mmmm…"

He shuddered. It was hard, so very hard, yet he had to listen to her – both for him and for her. Byleth panted and lapped at his lips, though he wished he had her feet in his mouth right then at that very moment, though her feet on his cock was a great second favourite thing that he adored from her.

Yet when they finally reached the bottom, with a small pre-cum stain openly visible through his trousers, having soaked through both his underwear and the nightwear, he still had not cum. For that was not the whole meaning of her playing with his cock and his body with her feet, of toying with him, showing Byleth exactly who was in control. But it was the kind of control that was accepted between both of them, something that excited them and made them long to see just what more could be built between them.

He groaned, his feet finally reaching the soft ground, grass tickling his toes. It was a welcome landing and yet not a welcome touch, for he would have much rather been touching her breasts, or even her mouth, with his feet. It was not wrong at all to crave attention quite in that manner, turning to Rhea as he gently helped set her down. She was forced to stand on her own two feet again, which should have been a travesty in itself, though he was sure that he would soon again see her on her bed, lifting her feet and offering them to him.

It was needed, all so very much so, all as Rhea took his hand and held it tightly between hers, smiling more gently. She could be as dominant as she liked, of course, though there was a time too for softness and sweetness, of demonstrating just how things were changing between the two of them.

“Well done, Byleth," she said softly. “If my guards had not checked on me, things may have changed quite a bit. We may have been able to play out things in the night just as I had intended. I got hold of those cuffs, of course, for a reason, dear Byleth…"

She brushed his cheek tenderly with the backs of her fingers and he shivered.

“I know…" He breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “But… Nnff…"

He devolved into a grunt. He could speak fully, of course, but there was only so much that he could do there, only so much that he honestly felt that words would convey when there was so much changing between them. His feet and the senses as a whole meant so much more to him, feeling as if that was the way in which he communicated, how he needed to say what he needed to say.

“Why don't we head to your room instead," she said softly, squeezing his hand. “We can have the fun that I intended, with your fete and mine."

Byleth could only give her one answer.

“Yes!"

He grinned widely, foolishly, yet the moment was right, exactly the way that it was meant to be. It may not have been the night that she had imagined for them but it was something more, something that meant more than anything else to them. And that was alright, for there would be many, many more experiences for them both, enjoying the luxury of one another's feet, how they smelled, how they tasted and how they felt. Sight was probably the most urgent and carnal of senses, what he could always take in first and foremost – for he could have seen her feet when she was only just walking by through the grand halls.

Yet smell and touch and taste… They rooted him in the luxury of enjoying her feet like nothing else ever could have done.

He leant softly into her, his feet nudging and brushing against hers as they walked. Heading off, hand in hand, neither saw the guard poking their head out of the window, checking out what was going on and catching sight of them, the backs of them, as they walked away.

Only time would tell just what the repercussions of that could be…