Mithran toes

Author's Note: I wrote this fapfic because the land of foot fetish fanfics is a barren waste. If you enjoy it, please review and vote. I should say, that English is not my native language. Please forgive the few grammatical mistakes I most certainly have made.

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He had found her. And now she was in his home. She was unconscious at first, when she woke up, she demanded some water and went back to sleep. Who was he to argue with a Mithra?
He had found her at the edge of Valnia forest only a few hundred yards away from his hut. When he found the catgirl she didn't seem to be injured, just extremely tired. She must have laid there for a few hours at least. Winter is definitely not the season to take a nap outside. Oh how how lucky she was. Oh how lucky HE was.
The catgirl looked georgeous, altough he had no idea how old she was. Silky white hair, the head crowned with the cutest cat-ears, her athletic body clad in the standard Mithran battle armor. As she lay at the fireplace, sleeping peacefully he couldn't help but stare. Her bosom was marvellous, altough her breasts were small, they looked perky. Oh how he wished to touch them. But not only her breasts caught his eyes, for he had a special desire.

Her feet.

She wore the Mithra sandals that came with the armor so he could take a good look at her toes. They were beautiful, like the rest of her. Long and slender, at their ends sharp claws that made them look even sexier. He wondered how her soles would look like, taste like, but he couldn't make a move on her. She would kill him for sure, if she awoke. The desire he felt was unbearable, the chance to suck delicious Mithran toes right in front him, and he didn't have the balls to take it. Or had he?
He stood up from his chair and moved slowly towards her. Mithras are predators after all, it was likely she didn't have a deep sleep. He closed the distance between him and her sleeping form. She didn't wake up. He kneeled at her feet, watching her face very intensely. If she was aware of his presence, she at least didn't show it. She lay as quiet as ever. He moved his head slowly forward, directly in direction of her wonderful toes. Never taking her face out of his gaze, he positioned himself so that he could reach her toes with his face without hitting his head at the floor, he now kneeled between her and the fireplace. Supporting himself with his hands on the floor, he inched his face even closer to his object of desire. Now his face was only a few centimeters away from the top of her left foot. He took a sniff.
Oh heavens, it was wonderful. Her foot smelled a little sweaty and most of all exotic but for him it was even more of a turn on. Mithran sweat is rich in pheromones so the raging hard-on kept away in his pants was not entirely his fault. The musky scent of her feet overwhelmed his senses. He nearly came right there. He slowly stuck out his tongue to take a lick of that delicious looking pinky, when she moved her feet.
His heart nearly stopped. He was dead meat for sure. His mind was working furiously on an excuse, but to no avail. That's when he noticed, she hadn't woke up. She just moved in her sleep. Oh heavens, that was close. Should he continue? He asked himself that question, pondering the risks and the gains.
His desire took over. "I'm a madman", he thought. Repositioning himself, that her feet were in his reach again, his tongue darted out to lick her toe. It tasted delicious, a little salty, but his heart and boner were crying in joy. Careful to not cut himself on her sharp claw, he ran his tongue along her pinky toe, up the side of her feet to the point were the sandals blocked his advance. Damn it, he wanted to lick and suck her other toes as well as sniffing and licking her soles, but the damn sandals were in the way.
What if he took them off? No, he couldn't do that, she would notice. On the other hand, you haven't lived if you haven't had a taste of Mithran sole. So what the hell, he thought and started working on the laces of her shoe. Her sandals were more like boots that were bound at the lower leg, but after a little fiddling, he had them untied.
He carefully slid her shoe off with his right hand while holding up her leg with the other. Success!
Now that the sight was free, he took a look at his "work". The catgirls feet were the most beautiful he had ever seen. They were small, but she wasn't very large either. Nevertheless she had high arches and her soles looked soft. No sign of tearing, just smooth skin. He wondered how this was possible, since Mithras are usually out in the wild, hunting and using their feet. Hers looked like bathed in milk and taken care of by the best servants a princess could ever wish to possess. He held her bare left foot in his hand now, noticing a little shimmer of sweat. It was warm in his hut after all, and she wore shoes. Now that he held his present in his own hands, we wanted to go all out. He took a deep sniff on the bottom of her toes. The musky, pheromone laden smell took him to new levels of arousal. The exotic undercurrent of it was stronger here too, he didn't know what it was, but it drove him wild. He wanted to tap that, for her to mewl out his name, but that had to wait. He had more urgent matters at hand. He took her big toe into his mouth to get the full taste. It didn't disappoint, it tasted like nectar and ambrosia to him. He couldn't control himself any longer, he took her every toe into his mouth, one after another. Then he ran his tongue along her sole, along the arch. Her soles were as delicious as they were soft. It was when his tongue reached her heel when he heard the voice that ripped him out of this heaven he was in. One sentence he'd never forget.

"Nyaaa, what are you doing?"