Of Stealth and Opportunity

In a room littered with wanted posters and detailed maps, barely visible as a lit candle brightened the room, Gondar, the bounty hunter, could be seen. His armor and weapons put aside with only shorts and his trademark bandana on his person. Sitting on a wooden stool, the red-eyed rogue conversed with a shadowed figure. “You come in here with such a demanding request. Why should I even consider what you have to say when I have to all these high-profile targets to track down?”, a moment passed before a large sac was tossed forward that made a distinct sound. Gondar’s eye shot wide open when he saw the bag, but calmed as he took the bag and started to open it. A coin was pulled out by the red-eyed rogue, who squinted at it with severe disdain. Scratches went all over each side and cranny; the coloration was beyond it’s appearance. Gondar ran his nose over the coin meticulously; smelled appropriate. The coin entered Gondar’s mouth as he tested the metal against his teeth; solid as nails. Coins of gold and silver mesmerized the rogue to the point where his cloaked client cleared his throat to get his attention. “Well, at least I know you’re serious now.”, said Gondar as his client stepped into the light to reveal himself as Rikimaru, a well known satyr rogue, who walked forward.

“Oh, I assure I’m dead serious.”, the purple satyr made clear before kneeling down in-front of him, “So shall we get started?”. New-found wealth was pushed aside as Gondar leaned back and stuck his left foot out, wiggling his toes a bit. A purple hand reached out and touched worn pads that were soft to the touch. Riki’s thumbs ran over the entirety of Gondar, brushing off the small amount of dirt that had collected onto them. While, Gondar’s age was clear through his skill and face, his feet were a different story. If it weren’t for his large toenails, the foot Riki was holding could be an adolescent’s of Gondar’s kind. Satyr fingers traveled over the foot-pad and set of three toes, getting a good feel for them. Tickling happened when Riki started to sniff at sensitive soles, smelling every inch of the vermilion foot. A sickening sigh rolled through the purple satyr as his inhalation stopped. Creeped out, the red-eyed rogue stretched out his toes for Riki, allowing him full access as per their agreement. The more time went on, the more Gondar worried about how for the satyr would go.

Suddenly, Riki gave the bottom of the bounty hunter’s foot a long lick. A small shiver went up Gondar’s spine disgust started to rear it’s ugly head, but he had to bite his tongue. The money was too much to turn down for personal interest, so the bounty hunter let the Riki have his fun. Saliva cover the bottom Gondar’s foot from the satyr’s tongue, small nibbles on the tip of his toes. The purple satyr’s breathing became heavy before he took the toes into his mouth entirely. A quick tongue ran over, under and in-between the yellow toes, tasting them thoroughly. Gondar’s foot was basically covered in spit and that ran a shiver down the bounty hunter’s spine. He couldn’t disguise the repulsion on his face. Thankfully, due to his bandana, it wasn’t too much of an issue, though Gondar was properly convinced that Riki was too preoccupied to take note of it. Then the bounty hunter became aware of the fact that Riki was touching himself rather openly. The satyr was jerking off as he got his pedal pleasure, muttering, “I have gone too long without this.” Leaning onto his back and taking of his pants, Riki proceeded to expose himself on the floor with a rather stiff erection. “Step on it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Step on my crotch with that delicious foot of yours.”, said Riki with a sneer which slowly turned to a frown when he noticed a bounty hunter’s hesitation. “Or should I step out now with your payment?”

“No!”, exclaimed Gondar who cleared his throat shortly after, “No. Just…give me a sec.”. It was obvious that Gondar was off-put by this alot, but everybody knew that the bounty hunter couldn’t give up on an easy payout. After a few more moments of waiting, Gondar slowly put his saliva covered foot onto Riki’s erection. Rolling bleating came from the satyr as the soft foot-pad touched his groin. “Could you not make that sound?”, pleaded Gondar as Riki stared daggers at him. Heavy sighs broke though the bounty hunter’s bandana as he continued to rub his wet foot over the satyr’s modest erection. Gondar’s foot was wet enough for him to repeat the motion of sliding his foot from the tip of the penis all the way down to the base smoothly. The sound in the room that went on were wet slicks and animalistic groans as Riki was being brought to the edge of completion. Before Gondar had a chance to reject it he noticed that the satyr’s tail had coiled around his leg. Riki had taken a certain admiration with the bounty hunter, one the bounty hunter wish he could immediately severely. Preferably with a knife, but Gondar dismembering his leg would let Riki have free reign over said body part and somehow that seemed more distressing. As upset as Gondar was he ultimately decided that it would be best to end this than to do it half-hearted for twice as long.

Throwing care to the wind, Gondar took Riki’s penis in-between his toes and worked the head of the satyr cock vigorously while working the shaft with his foot-pad. The satyr purred lightly as the yellow digits worked over his crotch with more toe tenacity. The bounty hunter could feel Riki humping into his foot as he grunted weakly. Getting up quickly, Riki got up and clutched Gondar’s foot deep into his crotch, moaning loudly. Riki soon loosened his grip, which allowed Gondar to reel his foot back to see that it was covered in satyr cum. A low growl rolled through Gondar as he angrily said, “Get this stuff off of me.”. Riki panted hard heavily from his orgasm as the bounty hunter took off his bandana and threw it to the depraved satyr. Disgust went through the bounty hunter as his foot was covered in saliva and semen, but he stilled himself for the hefty payment besides him. After Gondar calmed down, he noticed that his foot was still dirty. Riki sat there looking at the sullied foot before him and with little trepidation grabbed Gondar by the ankle, licking his semen off his foot, tossing the bounty hunter’s bandana aside. The tongue went all over Gondar’s foot and in-between toes, spreading it around a bit more than needed. A disgusted grunt barked from Gondar, “You’re a vile worm, you know that?”

“And you’re an avarice driven troglodyte. A beautiful pair we make, no?”

Gondar chuckled and then laughed into a hand of his, realizing his position. “As long as you keep the cash coming, we can be a beautiful pair of whatever you want.”