KanRose footlust

Rose

Has Your Ankle Fully Recovered From Last Night

I Swear It Was Not My Intention

It's fine dear. As long as we refrain from doing anything too wild anytime soon I should be okay.

Are You Sure

I'm positive. Don't be so hard on yourself, I was asking for it. Maybe more than you were.

I Just Got Somewhat Carried Away

Didn't we both?

Good Point

----

Ding Dong

Hello I Am Here To Fix Your Television Set / Deliver Your Pizza / Fix The Plumbing

It appears that I have no money to pay you with due to my skimpy attire. Perhaps there is some other way of us settling this bill?

I Will Accept Items Of Equal Value

Your Television Should Cover The Bill

What

Do You Expect Me To Provide Pizza Without Payment

My Boss Would Be Furious

----

Rose May I Offer You A Massage

That sounds delightful. My shoulders are killing me. Bending over this desk all day is bad news for my back.

No I Um

I should definitely get some better chairs. Perhaps one of those leather-

No Rose I Meant A Different Kind Of Massage

Oh?

I Just Noticed You Do A Lot Of Walking Mostly

Around The Lab

Well, that's how I get around, yes.

Do Your Um Feet Not Get Tired At All

Because I Figured They Would

Get Tired That Is

Are you offering me a foot massage, Kanaya?

Perhaps I Mean Yes Definitely

Well why didn't you say so?

>Rose hops on the desk, extends her legs

Oh Rose I Do So Love These Slippers

Why thank you, Kanaya.

Have I Ever Told You That Rose

Why don't you just remove them.

Right

>Kan kneels to reach them, pushing a lock of hair from her face as she does. Without warning Rose strokes the side of Kan's face with her arch and smirks at her expression, which is one of shock. Playfully she flicks the lock back into her face with her blue shoe.

Are you alright?

Hm

Do you need me to remove them for you?

Oh No No Not At All

I Am Fully In Control

I can see that.

If You Just

Stop Doing That For A Sec

So I Can Reach It

It's right there, why don't you just take it?

Im Not Entirely Sure

>Rose brings her other foot up to Kan's face, who takes it with unsteady hands, one hand on the ankle and resting the heel in the other
>She grabs the heel of the shoe and pulls it back, revealing she skin of her sole
>Kanaya tries and fails not to gulp audibly, and removes the entire shoe, Rose's toes wiggling as they're freed

You're awfully quiet, Kanaya.

Oh Um

Are you alright?

>Before Kan replies, Rose flexes and writhes her bare foot resting in Kan's hands while her masseuse's eyes widen, following every motion studiously. Kanaya repeatedly parts her lips as if to speak but fails every time. Rose's foot feels warm and heavy in her hand, skin tough but soft. Her toes flare and curl, and bemused she observes the wrinkles forming on her pale sole.

Kanaya.

What

You're staring.

Oh Im Sorry

You don't have to apologize. Is something wrong?

Its Nothing I Um Was Not Aware
Um

Of what?

Of Your Nails

What about them?

They Are So Black I Didn't Know You Did Your Nails Like Um Like This-

You're not massaging, Kan.

>With Rose's command ringing in her mind, Kanaya's eyes glaze over as her hand turns and strokes the soft underside of Rose's foot. The sound of skin on skin whispers into the room. Kan watches closely as she sees her own fingertips, as if driven by some force outside herself, tracing down the curve of her friend's delicate sole. She runs those fingers across the sole, over the toes, circling the heel, over the top, and across the sole again.
>Rose twitches and gasps softly.

Ahem.

Kanaya.

>Kan pops back to reality. She realizes just how close she's gotten, her face a mere inch from the bare foot in her hands.

Might I ask what you're doing?

>Kanaya scuttled backwards slightly, visibly distraught, not looking her friend in the face.

Um Why

Is It Not To Your Liking

Well… it's different - but it's not quite a massage, is it?

Its Not

No. This is more like… fondling.

Oh

Caressing, maybe.

I See

Unless that was your intention all along.

Well You See I

I Was Merely Exploring

Oh, exploring?

Yes

>Kanaya exclaims as she pushes the lock of hair back from her face.

Before A Proper Massage One Should Explore The Area In Question To Best Decide The Method Of Approach
If The Area Is In Any Way Damaged Or Not Fit For A Massage It Would Be Suitable To Postpone Any Rough Handling

And, is it?

Um

Is it suitable?

I Um Have Not Yet Decided

So, you'd need to explore some more?

Yes Ideally

I see. Do you like it?

Um I Dont See H-

>A soft thump sounds as a blue shoe falls my her side. Kan feels a warm touch on her forehead as nimble toes teasingly flick the lock of hair back across her face. A soft sole proceeds to gently rub her cheek. She observes Rose, on the desk before her, naked from the ankles down with a stupidly coy expression on her face.

Do you like exploring my feet?

>Kanaya turns to metaphorical butter right there and then.

Um

Do you enjoy this sort of thing, Kanaya?

>Rose lifts the other foot from Kan's hands and joins the other in fondling her kneeling friend's face before her. Almost cross-eyed, Kanaya sits paralyzed and does nothing as two feet tactfully molest her face. Rose's toes circle her nose, caress her chin, poke her cheeks and stroke her forehead. She feels an incredible heat rising in her torso and cheeks as her chest starts heaving. Rose takes a deviant delight in observing and stimulating all these symptoms and a soft pink blush appears across her cheeks as the indecency of it all starts to sink in. She grips the edge of the desk firmly in her hands as she gently taps Kan's nose with her second toe.

Kan?

>At that simple gesture, Kanaya's resolve comes undone. She collapses forward and drags her lips across the sole before her in a long and messy kiss. She inhales deeply through her nose and embraces the foot in a tight hug, pressing it against her face. She whimpers as she sticks out her tongue and tastes Rose's soft pale sole. The hairs in Rose's neck begin to stand up as her friend, usually so reserved and well-mannered, starts losing herself in front of her.
>kanaya's -surprisingly long- tongue squirms and slithers across her sole, up to the ball, between her first and second toe. The tickling sensation is almost too much, but Rose calms herself, not wanting to disturb the scene. With half-lidded eyes she forces her plump toes past puckered lips and begins suckling on it as her tongue massages it furiously.
>Meanwhile Rose's legs slowly part, probably without her realizing it, pushing her crotch forward. She gazes intently with a toothy grin, flushed cheeks and burning chest. She realizes this is getting her off and she loves it.

>Without much warning, Kanaya rises to her feet, firmly grasping both of Rose's ankles. As a result Rose falls back on the desk with a gasp, almost hitting her head. Her partner seems to care little and immediately positions herself over her. In the blink of an eye, she's pinned down on her back, legs in the air, and without a break or pause Kanaya moves into position and bumps crotches. Rose, overwhelmed, makes an expression that can only be described as "!!!" as Kanaya begins rigorously rubbing her ladybulge against her nethers with decent force. She still holds Rose's ankle in a stranglehold as she leans in and once again starts passionately and sloppily making out with one of her exposed feet, the tickling sensation of which starts sending a weird tingle down to where their crotches meet. Rose bites her lip, flares her toes and tries desperately to hold on to something, eventually regaining her grip on the edge of the desk.

>With her short hair cascading down her face, Kanaya whimpers and moans as she stuffs Rose's three middle toes into her mouth, massaging the rest of her foot with her free hand. She shivers each time she rubs their increasingly warm crotches together, and stands on tiptoes as her legs tremble in their effort to keep her upright. The rhythm is messy and they regularly move out of synch, switching between successful rubbing, awkwardly bumping into each other and moving simultaneously, annulling any much-needed friction. Rose suddenly realizes she's panting like an animal as her oppressor thrusts against her again and again, and she can't bring herself to stop. Her loins burn and watching sweet innocent Kanaya blushing green and losing herself in perversion only makes it burn warmer.

>Kanaya's rubbing grows more rhythmic and forceful as she's nearing a climax of some sort. Kanaya feels it coming and her entire body glows and briefly quakes in anticipation. Rose feels Kan's groin growing damp against hers and this realization coaxes a throaty moan from her, one of embarrassing volume, so much so that she slaps one hand over her mouth in shame. Squeezing her eyes shut, she feels a shiver as her orgasm too starts building up.

>Reality comes tugging on Kanaya's sleeve as she realizes that her position over her partner would prove messy. Her orgasm is rattling its cage, but the idea of her unleashing genetic slurry all over her partner seems far too grotesque, foul, distasteful and just plain gross, and therefore only serves to urge her on even more. She is so ready to burst, yet so hesitant, and Rose picks up on this. She reacts by simply reaching for her shoulder, rubbing the fabric of the orange god-tier jammies between two fingers and saying;

S-self-cleaning.

>Immediately, Kanaya's inhibitions vanish. With one long, final thrust she lets her orgasm rip out of her, grunting like a beast as her slurry dribbles and splatters across Rose's chest and belly. Rose feels a warmth permeating her dress as a small wave of minty green gushes onto her, sticky and glowing. Releasing Rose's toes from her mouth Kanaya hangs her head, gasping and wincing as beads of sweat form on her forehead. She jerks and twitches, winces and whines, as the last remaining slurry is forced out of her, and as Rose feels the liquid penetrate the cloth and touch the skin of her vagina, she too starts her orgasm. Rose feels it, oozing down onto her privates, trickling down between her engorged lips into her slit, and it's so warm, and so thick. She releases a stuttering moan as she grinds back hard into Kan, arching her back, her wet breasts and quivering engorged nipples pressing against her soiled orange dress.
>As she opens her eyes she's greeted by the sight of Kanaya collapsing down onto her, coming down with a panting "oof". Embracing, they ride out their climaxes, softly grinding against one another as hot moisture turns cold and sticky, as if gluing them together. Rose grabs a barely conscious Kanaya by the cheeks and kisses her on the mouth, softly biting the lip before adding some tongue. She barely reciprocates, completely spent.
>With the weight of a snoozing Kanaya pushing down on her, Rose starts getting slightly uncomfortable. She taps her friend on the shoulder but there is no response.

Kah-Kan.
Kanaya.
I can't - Kan.
Kan!

Huhhh

I'm not-

Oh

>Kanaya rolls off of her. Rose grabs her sleeve and is pulled along as they both thud awkwardly to the ground. They cuddle up on the floor, pressing their bodies together as they finally come to a halt, partly under the desk itself. They stay like this for a while. They're wet and spent and they don't care. Barely conscious, Rose stares at her blue shoes a bit further away on that rug, now on their level.

Kan?

Huh

Kan do you like feet or something?

What No
Dont Be Absurd Rose
What Gave You That Idea

I don't know. A hunch.

Well You Hunched Wrong

Well, whatever it is, I'd like to explore it.

Would You

Yes.

Score

Score indeed.