dolorosa/futafang footjob drabble

The bound jadeblood hesitated momentarily, eyeing over Mindfang's half-erect bulge with both apprehension and intimidation. She was shaken out of any thoughts by the jerking of the chained collar secured around her neck, however, and she swallowed hard under her captor's glare. They both knew what her duties were, and they both knew she was powerless to resist, lest she meet the fate of her less fortunate slaves.

Slowly, she unfolded her legs, shivering as bare, grey skin met the cold air of the small cabin, immune to the salty sea air from months of confinement aboard the pirate queen's vessel. On some level, she was thankful that Mindfang preferred to have her in the captain's own lodge rather than in the lower decks with the other enslaved trolls, but it did little to ease her discomfort. Slowly enough to try and calm her nerves, yet fast enough to keep her mistress' tempter in check, the Dolorosa carefully stretched her bare feet towards the slightly-growing tip and grit her teeth.

Sweeps of traversing the rolling dunes and glumly-choked forests of Alternia had left a myriad of light scars and thrice-healed blisters on the poor woman's feet, her duties to the blasphemous Nameless carrying her through seemingly insurmountable landscapes, and the thickened skin had only been run further ragged during her confinement. As a slave, she was allowed only the barest of garments, left barefoot unless her owner specifically wanted to see her in a specific form of footwear, and even then she had little time to appreciate the gesture. Any time and any place other than the current, and she likely would have felt shame at her roughened heels and jagged, unkempt claws, but such a texture was all that Mindfang needed for her purposes.

As cold toes met warm, blue flesh, the cerulean-blooded scourge gave a shiver of anticipation, yanking on the Dolorosa's chains in a silent threat. In response, she stretched her legs further out, the worn, dirtied soles of her feet almost scraping as they slid down the shaft of the dizzingly-hot cock before her. Giving a shaky breath, she felt the slight bush of poorly but regularly maintained hair at the base of Mindfang's dick, and began pulling her feet back, caressing as much of the surface as she could from the awkward angle.

"Faster." It was but one word, and yet it carried the weight and power of a thousand divine speeches to the captive troll's ears. Careful to avoid pulling the underworked muscled of her typically-restrained legs, she began to speed up, curling her toes inward to lightly scrape at her owner's flushed, sensitive skin. The feet that had once carried her across the war-torn planet were now reduced to simple toys, pleasuring an almost-insatiable mistress; if any of the grime and dirt from the bare wooden floors of the ship were spreading to Mindfang's twitching shaft, she either didn't notice or didn't care.

Silently, two soles, two heels and ten toes worked at the pirate's cock, rubbing up and down the length, squeezing the tip between the rough skin of inner toes, and eliciting a soft, restrained moan from the blueblood. Mindfang shifted her weight towards her slave, forcing the Dolorosa to bend her legs and hold her feet upright to keep in position. More comfortable with the lack of strain on her limbs, she carefully wrapped her largest two toes on each foot around the veritable pole of lust-driven bulge, grasping with whatever other leverage she could afford, and began pumping both feet up and down along the length of Mindfang's member, dried and torn skin barely managing to slide across it's surface without taking the dampening skin of her mistress with it.

There was a definite swelling in Mindfang's already-sizeable cock, and she not-so-subtly bit her lip as the jadeblood's scraggy toes rose to the soft underskin of her tip, lowering in time for worn heels to meet the base of her erection. It was a rare thing, to see the legendary Alternian pirate lord so vulnerable, and to do so was an honour kept for few mortal eyes to witness. Her grip on the Dolorosa's chain tightened and loosened in time with the pumps of her legs, and as the bound maiden bit on her own lip to stifle the uncomfortably-familiar choking sensation, she was acutely aware of a rising sense of heat and pressure from the other's nethers.

Finally, Mindfang let her head fall back, tussels of thick, black hair dangling from beneath her omnipresent cap, and as she gave a clearly audible yet relatively quiet groan, a thick splattering of cerulean seed squirted from her member, oozing onto the captive's bare toes and dripping to the floor in long, sticky strands. A second wave of hot spunk quickly followed, and the Dolorosa was forced to peel her feet from the cobalt dick in front of her to avoid having them stained with the vibrant hues of her mistress.

As the orgasm faded, Mindfang quickly regained her composure, leaning back in contentment as her sex slowly began lowering and retracting. It was another few moments before she began to stand, pushing herself onto her legs and carefully closing the hem of her pants. "...Good...good," she murmured, "that'll do, girl." With a slightly shaky undertone to her steps, she casually ambled towards the wooden door leading on deck, no doubt to celebrate her self-fulfilling victory over her favourite slave by whipping her less fortunate crewmembers into doubling their endless efforts at running the gargantuan vessel.

Once again alone, the young woman looked over her sticky, cerulean-splattered toes, before wistfully sighing and pulling her legs against her body. Perhaps now she could get some sleep.