Making A Man Out Of Me (Patreon)

(This month's schedule post will be up tomorrow)

• Commissioned by Joey

This was a phenomenal opportunity for me as a fighter… I’d say once-in-a-lifetime, if not for the fact that I’d gotten this privilege once before. Ayane, to put it simply, was a ninja, one of unparalleled skill. Hailing from the secretive Mugen Tenshin clan, she possesses a knowledge and skill that far belies her youth from a shadowed upbringing. To get a chance to spar with someone like her was a true blessing for anyone looking to improve.

But you could also it was a phenomenal opportunity for me as a man… because she happened to be the most strikingly beautiful woman I’d ever come into contact with. With her violet hair, piercing red eyes, and petite yet shapely figure, she was a sight to see. Of course it’s true her demeanor could be off-putting, as at first she can appear very cold and distant, others might find it part of her allure… carrying an air of mystery, even to those who know her best. And I can also say that I think she has the capacity to show compassion for you, if you’re patient and care enough to get close.

...Why was I even thinking about that, though? This was hardly a date and we were hardly lovers. I didn’t even really see her that way to begin with… attractive sure, a friend, I’d like to think. But… could I really be in a relationship with her? Was I strong enough to deal with that…? Would she ever go for a guy like me to begin with? Ugh, why did I let myself go down a thought tree like that… all it did was harm my confidence, and right before a big sparring session too. Oh... that’s right, I was about to-

“Eliot! Focus!” Ayane spoke up, ripping me from my stupor. “I promise not to use lethal force, but that’s all I can promise… let yourself drift off like that during our fight, and you WILL get hurt. Be on your guard...”

“R-Right, Ayane, sorry.” I meekly replied.

“And please, do show some backbone...” she sighed as she assumed a fighting stance.

I growled a little, angry at myself for showing weakness in front of her. She certainly wasn’t looking for a man to sympathize with… or a man at all persay, but a fighter. That’s what I needed to be on that day.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Yes.” I replied, trying to put a little gravel in my voice.

Perhaps I was just hearing things, but I could’ve sworn I heard a slight chuckle just then. “Then… begin!” she declared.

Immediately she made use of her speed, darting around the little makeshift sumo-style ring we were standing in, a wide circle of bamboo. She was rushing around me, inching nearer as she circled me. I tried to spin around to keep her in front of me, but even following her with my eyes was proving difficult. Despite my efforts, she quickly found herself behind me, where she quite literally pounced, jumping and tackling from behind, leaving me face first on the mat with her straddling me, sitting on the small of my back.

I attempted to push myself off the floor, but she was quick to bear what little weight she had down on me, wrapping her arms around my throat, pressing her body into my back in the process. Her arms coiled tightly, choking me as I struggled.

“Mmmm… just as I thought.” she scolded as I tried in vain to roll out of that predicament. “You may fare well in stand-up, but when a fight goes to the ground, you find yourself out of your depth. This is a huge weakness, Eliot, and if the wrong person found it out… well, let’s just say, they might not let up as quickly as I.”

As she said this, she released me, ceasing her choke as she stood up, lording above me. Swiftly humiliated, I stood up, my shoulders slumped… I must’ve resembled a scolded puppy with my tail between my legs. I glanced back to her and saw an expression of subtle scorn…

“You can’t help being weak by comparison, but you don’t have to act weak as well...” she remarked.

This irked me… she mocked me not only through her words but through her actions. We’d agreed on a rules for this training session. It focused on wrestling and submissions. It was best of five, thus would stop only when one of us took three falls. When she released me there just to prove a point, she was giving up an easy opportunity at making me submit and taking the first fall. This was a sure sign that she felt she could get them easily, like she could make me tap whenever she wanted and had no particular need to capitalize on a given opportunity. From one fighter to another, it was a grave insult.

But what bothered me most was the fact that I agreed. I simply was that much weaker than her, much as I wished I wasn’t. If I wanted to survive in the world we both inhabited, I needed to be able to atleast be competitive. 

“Are you going to make an attempt or must I shame you again for you to get the point…?” she asked, once again pulling me out of my own head. Ugh, I really needed to stop that!

I answered by donning my stance, and she hers. She was letting me take the initiative this time. I opted to go low, ducking down and wrapping my arms around her hips as I dove in, looking to trip her to the floor. 

But she was too quick for this, leaping and performing the splits in mid-air to avoid my arms. As I passed by, she brought her legs together. As her feet landed, her calves smashed either side of my head and suddenly I was on my knees, my head caught between her powerful legs. She sighed as I began to squirm. “Sad.” was all she said.

Lackadaisically, she went down onto her side on the floor, pressing her legs together tightly, her muscular calves bearing down fiercely across my ears. My own grunts and groans of pain seemed muffled to my ears as they were pushed up against her flesh. 

“Surely you can figure out a way out of this...” she sighed. “I’m barely even trying to contain you.”

Judging from the intense clench of her legs that followed, I wasn’t convinced she wasn’t saying that just to get to me. But even saying that, it worked, because immediately I grasped at her legs in an attempt to pry them apart. For the briefest moment, I felt a little relief but then she reinforced her vice, those legs coming together mightily, like two rods of steel bearing maliciously against my head. 

Soft, voluptuous steel… I won’t lie, there was a part of me that loved being between her legs, the sensation was unreal in many ways… but I couldn’t focus on that, I was trying to earn her respect as a fighter. To do that, I had to get out… but I had no idea where to start.

“Hmph. Try harder.” she pithily suggested. 

She said this, but… I was already giving it my all, I had no other gear to go to. I just couldn’t compete against her in sheer strength, it seemed… not that it was any great surprise, but it was a little disheartening to see just how big that gap was, I couldn’t even begin to get her legs off of me when she was going as hard as she could. 

Ayane didn’t let up, in fact it only got worse, as she put her hands to the floor and pushed off, holding her lithe upper body up, taking full advantage of leverage to put yet more pressure down on my head. I simply had no answer for it.

“I realize you’re here to learn how to do these, specifically because we both know you’re bad at it...” she mumbled. “But you have to be able to think on your feet to even have a chance. If you can’t show me that you have the capacity to act on your instincts, you’re hardly worth teaching anything...”

Her words bit at my soul… she meant so much to me and yet I knew I meant so little to her. That made it all the harder to bear when I felt myself slipping away, my oxygen depleting. Her headscissor was more than I could overcome and my body started to go limp.

She thankfully noticed this and let go of me before I was all the way out of it, though my vision was blurred as she stood up above me. Even so, I could still make out the discontent on her face. “1-0, already. Perhaps this wasn’t worth my time after all...”

Ayane bent down and gave me a sharp, quick slap to my face that jolted me off the mat, like a splash of cold water. She took a step back, her arms crossed as she grumbled, “I hope you intent on showing a little more effort than that.”

I took a deep breath as I got up (after taking several panicked breaths immediately upon awakening to try and get back the air she’d siphoned from me) and tried to show some intensity as I glared at her. She didn’t seem impressed, but it wasn’t entirely an empty gesture… I did have something in mind, something that only occured to me in hindsight after she’d made her adjustment.

All I had to do was count on her to think little of me…

While she got into her stance, I didn’t even wait to get back into mine, immediately diving towards her legs in a move identical to how I just dropped that first fall. I saw a pang of annoyance in her pretty face just before she performed the exact same counter, leaping up with a splits and then coming down with her calves bearing into the sides of my head, as I was forced to my knees.

“Foolish! How could you possibly-” she began, but this time I got to cut her off.

I wasn’t on my knees for long, I wrapped my arms around her legs as I pulled my feet in under me and then launched to a standing position, hoisting Ayane up in the air. I smirked a bit as I heard her gasp, having lifted her up. Her legs still bore down tight, even more so as she hung behind my back, pulling my head backwards painfully. But even so… I knew what I was doing, leverage was about to fall in my favor. 

I performed a forward roll and tugged at her legs, putting as much as I could into my next move as my tactic lived or died by it’s success. Ayane ended up slammed on her back with a lot of force, gasping in sudden pain as her legs were dislodged from my head on impact.

Sucking in some air, I had to be quick to capitalize on her shock, rushing forward and mounting her. I, should not have used that wording… but it’s impossible to avoid the fact that it’s what happened, my crotch straddling her taut stomach as I landed heavily… I was, very aware of it immediately, especially as I wrapped my legs around her lovely body. I bore down as much as I could, trying to put my brute strength to good use as they came down in a vice around her ribs. 

She let out a pained yelp that I only felt vaguely guilty for liking the sound of as she reached for my legs, the same way I had her own. The difference is, she actually began to pry them apart, even as I was going full-bore.

Sensing this, I grabbed the backs of her gripping hands and pushed against them, and using all of my limbs at once, I managed to fight back against her arms and keep my hold locked in. It was satisfying to see her struggling, her own legs kicking fruitlessly as she grit her teeth, angry… but it wasn’t so much spitefulness or a perverse pleasure; it was the thought that she’d have no choice to respect me if I managed to catch her.

She fought stubbornly, but after a few minutes, finally relented, tapping out… much to my relief, as my limbs were getting quite sore holding her down.

I stood and asked, “How was that?”

She didn’t look at me as she stood up. “...I must be teaching you well already.”

“At 1-1, I may be teaching you soon enough...” I smirked. She didn’t seem happy about that… and that just made me grin all the more. 

You see this all started when we found ourselves together, by a stroke of fate, against a common enemy some moons ago. And during that time, Ayane caught hint of my weakness on the ground. But I noticed a bit of a flaw in her as well. Her natural composure was a blessing and a curse… for since she was so rarely angered, she hadn’t actually had to work through the issue of blind rage that beguiled so many young fighters. So if you could pull it off… she would be prone to mistakes.

That was what I seemed to notice out there anyway, and if I hoped to get any more falls in and earn her respect and admiration, I needed to take advantage of every little mis-step she happened to make, forcing them if I could. 

So, when we stood up and went into our poses, I made sure my expression read as cockily as possible, as though I suddenly thought I was her superior. Her scowl darkened, and in truth, it frightened me, but I kept from showing it. 

I took a step towards her, and in that instant, she rushed me, delivering a fierce knee to my stomach. Her kneecap felt as solid as steel as it buried itself deep into my abdomen, and I found my body buckling as I found myself bent over her leg. Considering this was meant to be a lesson on grounded fighting, this came as quite a surprise, undoubtedly a direct response to my touch of disrespect. 

As I let out of a loud wheeze from the bottom of my lungs, Ayane leapt up into the air, one leg high above her head. The both of them came together in a vicious scissors kick, each of her legs blasting into my torso, one for my back and one in my now quite wounded stomach. I collapsed onto the floor with her still coiled around me, as she now had me in a body scissor of her own.

With a loud, sharp grunt she gave me a colossal squeeze, her thick thighs threatening to crush my ribs. I let out a pained scream, stunned by the power of her legs, as it clued me in to the fact that I had yet to know the true might of her lower body. It was so painful that I was immediately thinking about tapping out, but before I could even bring my hand up to do it, she had released me… Ayane only had me in that hold long enough to get that one good squeeze in before relenting.

As she stood up and lorded above me, the message seemed quite clear; what I’d done to her was nothing compared to the pain she could give me. She simply watched, her arms crossed as I picked myself up off the ground, winded and with a real pain in my gut, but otherwise fine. It was more a warning shot than anything, not to try and piss her off. 

But despite this, I still felt it was my best bet to get her to go off the deep end, obvious though the risk was. And with that in mind - and since she’d already shown strikes to be legal in our little practice session anyway - as I got up I lashed out my fist. It wasn’t even a punch, more of a backfist, and I think I disguised it pretty well. I must’ve; because she wasn’t able to counter it, and the shot sailed right into her womanly chest, smashing into her left breast, sinking for a split second in the massive flesh.

She jumped back with a pained yelp, grabbing her bouncing, injured tit. I felt a little bad, and then very afraid as I saw the death glare she was giving me after that. 

That next moment, with a ferocious battle cry, she went for a vicious roundhouse kick that looked set to take my head clean off. It was the same thing I saw her do when sent into a true rage on the field of battle before, and that was the only reason I was even remotely ready to react. 

But indeed, when her shin came hurtling across, I was already ducked out of the way of it, and I aimed a low kick right at the ankle of her planted leg. This did it’s job nicely, clipping that leg out from under her and sending her falling right to the floor, landing facefirst. Needing desperately to seize on that opportunity, I swooped in, latching my legs around around her neck. I bore my thighs down in as tight a headscissor as I could possibly manage. 

I heard her growl and yell and saw her kick the air, and I thought that I had another fall in the bag as she didn’t seem to have a quick way out. But my confidence diminished when I saw her adjust, the ease at which she rolled onto her side, putting me on my back in the process. I tried my damnedest to keep my legs locked onto her throat, but to my horror, when she grabbed at my thighs, I could only watch as she slowly but surely pried my legs apart, showing off her tremendous strength. As she did this, she looked down at my groin with hate in her eyes, and I actually gulped in fear of what she was about to do.

With a loud, “KYAI!” she unleashed a brutal palm strike to my testicles, ramming them against the wooden floor, and as you could perhaps imagine, a palm strike to the nuts from a ninja master felt like pure hell. The pain was intense, immense and immediate. My upper body bucked forward as a horrific yell escaped my lips. And as I was now sitting up, my hands trailing down to my devastated crotch, Ayane took the time to grab me by the wrist and slink behind me, forcing my right arm painfully into my back.

“You’ll pay for your disrespect!” she yelled, as she forced my arm deeper and deeper into the small of my back. The pressure on my shoulder and elbow was intense, she was definitely going harder than usual… this tactic had backfired spectacularly, though I was well aware of the risk…

All I could do was grin and bear it as she effortlessly shoved me forward, bending me over where my head was forced between my legs. Ayane held my captured arm up as she stepped over my shoulder, sitting down on my back as she held my arm between her legs. For a moment, I could appreciate the feeling of her soft backside against me, and the smoothness of her inner thighs as they clenched around my shoulder…

A second later, all I could think about was pain. She pulled my arm backwards as far as it could go, and then a little bit further, threatening to shatter it as she forced my elbow into her groin. She laid back all the way, reclining on my body as she seemed to be trying her damnedest to rip my arm right out of socket.

Needless to say, I was submitting, wailing as I slapped the mat frantically. But despite clearly hearing this, she did not release me, continuing to bear down with her brutal hold. In fact it only got worse, as she adjusted herself, pulling her legs back so that she could dig her knee into the side of my head, pressing me uncomfortably against the floor as she was in the process of destroying my arm.

“You dare try and embarrass me?! After I do you the favor of trying to mitigate your pitiful weakness?! Cowardly, tiny, TINY man!” she shouted. Such anger from someone I felt so strongly towards was destructive to me. “What have you to say?!”

I was crying from the searing pain as I hissed out, between howls, “I-I was just… trying to… return the favor… and show you… aaaggh, the fault of your anger… mmmph, i-it’s what anyone would use… i-i-IN A REAL C-COMBAT SITUATION! Oh God...”

After a few more seconds of this, she abruptly let go of me, standing above me whilst looking away, letting me roll around in the floor in agony, tending to my damaged arm and sore testes. She gave me some time to recover, longer than before.

As I got up to a knee, I mumbled, “I’m sorry...”

But to my surprise, she offered me her hand, and I accepted it, letting her help me up to my feet. “It’s… okay. Perhaps I overreacted.” she admitted. “You are right that my anger caused me to get sloppy and lose sight of what I was trying to do just now. And seeing as this is a training session, it’s only apt to work on it… plus, if an enemy noticed that, they would definitely exploit it. And I may have never thought about it on my own, so...”

My eyes went wide as a gentle hand was placed on my shoulder. She finished, again without looking at me as she said, “Thanks.”

Immediately I began to blush, suddenly losing that fighting focus… as if to swiftly reinstill it, she took a short hop backwards into her fighting stance, her eyes burning into me as she declared, “2-1! One fall away from defeat… how do you respond, Eliot?”

“I, uh...” I stuttered, trying to catch myself and somehow seem cool after all this. “I… shall fight my hardest.”

I was just about out of ideas, though the sting in my arm did get me thinking about something I could try… 

Once more, we came at each other. But this time, it was increasingly difficult for me to focus on her as simply a warrior. I was much more aware of her immaculate body, lovingly clung to by the rather thin fabric of a fairly short lavender training gi that she wore for the occasion. It, almost looked more like a nightgown to me now. Her large breasts lovingly outlined by the material, visibly swaying beneath it as she neared, and her long legs leading up to her round hips completely on display. 

Am I so sad, that the slightest hint of human emotion from her was all it took to bring my feelings towards her gushing out…? And yet, even as these thoughts hit me, they didn’t weaken me like I thought. My senses actually seemed somewhat heightened as I paid such intense attention to her body, taking her in from head to toe…

I saw it, somehow, despite her immaculate speed… I was able to see ahead of time that she was about to leap at me, looking to put me into a headscissors before I was even on the ground, her luscious legs coiling in mid-air. I managed to duck this, shocking myself even more than it did her, and combat roll out of the way.

Showing her acute athleticism, she managed to land on her feet and I anticipated that as well, getting myself in position to grab her by the wrist as she did. I aimed to lock her into an armbar that would perhaps rival the one she just applied to me, but the feel of her flesh in that moment took me out of my element… simply grabbing her arm was enough to cause of an explosion of lust, my longing-fueled state of heightened senses coming back to bite me.

That second’s hesitation was enough for her to counter, leaping up and finishing her attack, her legs coiling in mid-air to enclose around my neck in a snug headscissor. She rolled me onto my back and started putting the pressure on… but she couldn’t get full leverage, because my grip remained true on her wrist.

As I struggled, I knew this time I didn’t have to submit… as long as I kept my hold on that arm, I had a chance. I tugged as much as I could, trying to somehow put it in the back of my head how lovely her smooth thighs felt against my chin… this kept her from laying out, and more importantly, helped me to keep tabs on where that arm was even when I couldn’t see it myself. I used one hand to guide the other as I reached out with my other arm, and as I kept a hold on her wrist, I managed to get my other to her elbow.

Remembering vividly the sensation of pain she’d inflicted on my arm, I aimed to contort her arm in the same way as I bent it backwards. This seemed effective, as the shock of pain jolted her legs loose. Swiftly I sprang to my feet and suddenly I had the advantage, as she was there sitting on the floor, me standing between her splayed legs as I looked to wrench her arm, ignoring how oddly sexual her moans of pain sounded to my wanting ears...

I knelt down, attempting to shove that arm behind her back, just as she began with me. But little did I realize, she had a counter to this scenario that I didn’t. In a flash, she’d gone down onto her back and lurched her legs up. Suddenly they curled around the back of my head… it was so tight and unexpected that I lost my grip, allowing her to reverse. Now she had me by the wrist, and was yanking my arm forward as her thighs tightened against my cheeks… my hand was achingly close to her breasts as I knew for certain that I was hers...

Once again, I’d found myself caught in her long, powerful, thick legs as they came down on either side of my face. This time it was a triangle choke. She was giving me her hardest squeeze and by all means, it hurt. But it was… how do I put it? It was a good hurt, a comfortable pressure. It was so tight, so snug… so... so incredibly warm. The kind of warmth that can’t be replicated by anything artificial, or even by the sun in the sky. It was the special type of warmth that only came from the human body, shared purely through touch… amplified when that body wrapped around you. 

There, between her legs, as my nose pressed deep into her crotch, her ankles crossed behind my head as she used her lower body strength to pull me in tight and keep me from ever getting out, her bared thighs pushing against my ears… I felt at peace. I felt like… like I’d gone home for the first time, without ever even knowing I was away. 

I put up a fight, but I’d be lying if I said I was actually trying to win the match at that point. I’d given up trying to earn respect on that day and I’d given up on fighting my feelings. I knew I couldn’t get out, and I knew that I didn’t want to get out. But if I didn’t resist, I feared that she’d think I’d passed out and relinquish the hold. So I put up a passing attempt at escaping the triangle choke. I flailed my legs meekly, gave the occasional smack to her hip and tug at her thighs as if I wanted to seperate them. I tried to keep my moans sounding like they were grunts of pain or effort, rather than content, pleasured sighs… because I didn’t want her to ever let go. I would’ve happily stayed in those legs for the rest of my life. 

Even the lack of oxygen didn’t bother me at all this time. I was able to keep conscious for a surprisingly long time, even without any air coming into my lungs. I think those thighs simply gave me life… being smothered by her overwhelmingly beautiful body was a much better substitute for breathing if you ask me. That power sustained me for several minutes as she continued applying pressure, not once letting up. I could only imagine what was on her mind… occasionally I felt her sweet inner thighs grind against me as she adjusted. Every once in a while her hand would come down gently on the top of my head… was she toying with me? Did she enjoy having me in there as much as I enjoyed the position myself…? Maybe I just wanted to think that…

I did get a hint that I was correct though, as she shoved me deeper into her womanhood, I could’ve sworn I felt the slightest hint of wetness against my nose… and that was my last thought before I drifted out of consciousness. I didn’t even realize how dazed I was until I’d woken up…

Hours later, I opened my eyes to see her sitting there next to me, her arm around her folded legs as she faced me. I could tell her bare feet were right next to my head… I could just, sense their presence, silly as it sounds. She was leaning in and had a hand on my shoulder, gently nudging me awake. She looked at me with her usual cold eyes… but a faint little smirk appeared at the very corners of her mouth. 

“That’s that. 3-1. Not embarrassing… but not that impressive either.” she scolded, harsh as ever… but her little wink suggested she may have been playing with me. “You’re just helpless when it comes to my legs, aren’t you…?”

She leaned back and slid her legs in, raising them up and waving one of her beautiful, tender and yet, unmistakably dangerous feet right in front of my face, teasingly wriggling her toes. “Especially when it comes to my feet, isn’t that right? I noticed you staring the other day... hmhmhm...”

My mouth was agape at the sight, my eyes trained on her foot, following them back and forth like a pendulum. I heard her chuckle and realized how I must’ve looked… I couldn’t exactly save face from that one. There was no denying how I felt about her feet, I was hopelessly infatuated. I always had been… watching her run barefoot through the dew-stained grass, her legs pumping as she rushed through the darkness… suffice to say I had to cross my legs to cover my shame on more than a few inconveniently timed occasions. I was so enamored with her ninja feet… and now, she knew. 

And all I could do was fight to contain my urge to lean in and kiss it…

Ayane stood up and bent down, offering me a hand. “Really though… it wasn’t a bad match at all. Need a hand?”

Blushing a little at what amounted to tremendous praise from her, I accepted her hand. I expected her to help me to my feet, but while she did pull on my hand a little, enough to get my head and shoulders off the floor, she did so whilst pushing her foot onto my chest. She just let me feel it bear down on my flesh, grinding like she was trying to put out a tiny fire on my pecs. She pushed down until I was flat on the floor again.

“Wh-what are you doing…?” I asked, taken by surprise at this extra-curricular activity. But she simply shushed me, a finger to her lips as she moved her delightful bare foot up to my face, pressing the bottom of it delicately against my cheek. 

I was confused, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. She wiggled her toes teasingly as she pushed them further and I couldn’t contain my shudder of ecstasy as the warm, slight dampness began to overtake my senses… Ayane again giggled, “You want so badly to worship my feet, but you’re too scared to ask for the privilege. What a weakling… hmhm, I guess I have no choice but to take initiative on your behalf then~”

Ayane released my hand and started running her toes down my torso… I began to shiver at the sensation. Slowly but surely her beautiful, tender foot came down my bared chest… she laughed as I opened my gi to continue feeling it on my chest as it caressed my abdomen. I began to breathe heavy, nervous but overwhelmingly excited as her dainty foot continued it’s trek until it came to tap my blatant erection.

“Mmm, what’s this…? You kept a concealed weapon all this time and never used it during our fight?” she teased as she ever-so-slightly brushed her big toe against the head of my cock through my thin pants, earning a gasp. She kept her mischievous smile on her face as she continued, “My, my, bringing this out would’ve helped you immensely. But that wouldn’t have been fair for sweet little Eliot, hrm? Goodness, what a wimp. You’re so soft… heh… well, on the inside, anyway...”

Just once, she ran the bottom of her foot down my shaft, seemingly just to continue laughing at my stunned reaction. The friction was immediate and intense, my rock solid cock quivering at her touch. And then, tauntingly, she pulled her foot away. “Hmhm… I have this feeling if I kept doing that, we wouldn’t be able to play for much longer. And I’m far from done with you, little guy… someone needs to teach you to be tough. I guess it’s up to me to make a man out of you...♥”

Something had changed. Her every mocking word, though delivered in her usual distant tone, seemed to be utterly dripped in sensuality now. I wanted to hear her sarcastic remarks on my inadequacy whilst she dominated me with her beautiful feet forever.

Ayane slowly sat down just in front of my genitals, her sweet ass brushing against my testicles as she went down between my legs. And then, a quite welcome sight, she spread her own legs, letting me watch as she slowly ran her hands up and down the sweet smooth flesh. As her fingers caressed her inner thighs, she asked, “Wouldn’t you like to do this instead…? Wouldn’t you like to caress my legs…?”

“Yes. Please.” I answered with no hesitation. 

“Then beg...” she whispered.

“Please, please, let me touch your legs... I-I’d do anything just for a single squeeze… I need them so much...” I pleaded.

“Mmmmm...” she moaned, as though she was enjoying what she was hearing. “Ahh… that’s too bad, because the answer is no. Don’t you dare move a muscle little guy, I’m the one doing the touching here. Atleast until you’ve grown some backbone~”

She laughed as she slowly brought her legs up to my torso, bent at the knee as the bottoms of her bare feet pressed into my stomach. I shuddered as they slowly ran up my body, her toes teasingly gripping my nipples for a brief moment as they went past, until her feet were at either side of my head, close enough that I could smell them again… so very, very sweet… I wanted so badly to turn my head and give one of them a lick, but I wouldn’t dare make a move unless she ordered it.

“Oh… I meant to put them in your face, but I missed the mark just a little.” she remarked playfully. “Well, then, I guess I have no choice then but to… squeeze my legs together… real tightly...”

As she said this, she glanced down at her thighs… and my crotch… bringing attention to the fact that my genitals were caught in the gap between them, my erection in the midway point of her powerful legs. She let this thought sit long enough for me to envision it, to think about it might feel… my eyes went wide, my mouth went agape.

With an ever-so-innocent expression she looked up at me with her big, beautiful eyes. “Is that… okay with you?”

“YES, YES, PL-” I shouted.

“I don’t care~” she cut me off, as she pressed her legs together, her inner thighs hugging my cock as her feet ran up my cheeks, pressing deeply into my face. I yelped and buckled a little in response, having absolutely no means of keeping my cool. The sensation was unreal, her sweet feminine flesh pushing into either side of my dick and threatening to swallow it whole whilst her toes playfully caressed me…

“Oh God… Oh God…” I shuddered.

“I prefer Goddess...” Ayane smirked. “But then, you’re too scared to worship me properly anyway. Too afraid of what I might do… and you’re right to. Make the wrong play and I will crush you… I might just make this squeeze a little too tight… take away the only form of manhood you have…”

The urge to kiss and suckle her feet and toes were immense as they dragged across my face, back and forth, back and forth, their constant caress a loving massage as they even ran across my lips, her toes just beneath my nose. They soon became the only things I could see, the only things I could smell, the only things I could feel save for her warm, loving, thick thighs embracing my member. And I wanted so badly to add ‘taste’ to that list… those feet deserved to be kissed so badly.

She must’ve been able to see the anxiety as she mocked, “Don’t doooo iiiiiit~♪”

My lips quivered, my body began to tremble as my desire became impossible to overcome. With a pitiful little yelp, I luched my head forward and began uncontrollably kissing them, smooching her heels and the balls of her feet, before licking between her toes. I grabbed her ankles and shoved her toes into my mouth, sucking in their wondrous essence with a passion. 

When I finally got control of myself, I looked to her with fear of what she might do. But to my delight, she was smiling, a sweeter expression on her blushing face than I’d ever seen.

“...Good. That’s how you sub like a man.” she cooed. “And here’s a taste of what you’ll get if you keep it up...”

With that, her thigh squeeze on my cock tightened just a little as she began bucking her hips, bring her legs up and down, working my shaft. I let out a load moan of pure ecstasy… I’d never felt anything like it before. Her thighs were so thick, so soft, so smooth and yet so powerful, and the whole time she worked my cock, her feet were pressing all the more emphatically into my face. I hungrily continued kissing and suckling them, my obscene lust reaching a boiling point in a hurry.

Just to add a little more fuel to my fire, she threw her head back and, though seemingly quite fake, gave some very convincing lustful moans of her own, her feminine voice rising in volume along with the intensity of her bucking legs. I could feel it coming… the biggest, most overwhelming orgasm of my life as she grunted, “Ugh… unngh… mmmmmm… oooooOOOHH, NNNGGRRRGGH… eheh...” 

With a casual giggle, at the very last second, she spread her legs, releasing my cock and taking a foot out of my mouth in the process. Then, she simply stood up, looking down at me with a smirk as my cock continued to twitch, aching for a release. 

“Like I said… just a taste. You can finish yourself this time...” she winked. “I’m glad you found your balls, Eliot. Next time, I might find them too~”

With that, she turned, making sure I got a good look at her ass as she strode away, leaving me outrageously horny and gasping for a breathe, with an elated grin on my face.

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