[Story] Erza Scarlet's hand to hand combat classes, but instead, she had to use her feet (Patreon)

The following story includes intense sexual content, and elements of foot fetish, such as footjobs. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

Note: The content of this story is purely fictional.

I was going to meet with Erza, a friend of mine, at her training house. But as soon as I entered, I noticed that no one was there. 

"Hello! I am ready for my hand to hand combat classes." I announced, looking around. 

There was no answer, but it wasn't all bad news because I realized that Erza's boots were there. She wore different outfits all the time, thanks to her Requip Magic, but I have rarely seen her without shoes. I can't even remember when the last time she wore the Clear Heart Clothing was.

So, if I couldn't take a look at her feet, at least I had a chance to play with something else. I was shaking with excitement as I hold the redhead's footwear, which emanated clouds of heat. 

I buried my nose in one of the boots and inhaled so deep that my eyes rolled back into my head, causing my member to get hard. She must have worn them for a while because the odor was strong. It was a harsh mix of leather smell and vinegar.

I couldn't take it anymore. For an instant, all rational thought left my body. I decided to discreetly unzip my pants to start jerking off, while I took long whiffs of that intoxicating foot-stink.

My heart was beating like crazy. The rush of sneaking and doing that was too much for me to handle, so I had to stop. I felt that the precum was beginning to flow, but I didn't have time to check if I left a trace.

Anyways, the pungent scent was so addictive that I decided to take the young woman's footwear with me. She would never know I was there! I could make up any excuse! 

"It is a perfect crime!" I whispered with a smile on my face. "Wait a moment!" I froze in my tracks. "Erza can summon her equipment, so does that mean she could get her shoes back using her magic?" I asked myself.

"You see, Requip allows me to store items in a pocket dimension. If you stole them, I would have trouble getting them back." A female voice answered.

I turned my head slowly, knowing I was fucked up. And there was Erza, in all her glory, wearing her custom-made armor and a blue skirt. She just crossed her arms in anger, tapping one bare foot impatiently. I could feel her penetrating brown eyes judging me, but I remained calm, and I clarified the situation with intelligence, as I always do:

"Ahhh…" I babbled.

"Shut your mouth, Anon!" The mage headbutted me in the face, making me fall on the wooden floor, flat on my back, and then she stepped on my chest, not allowing me to stand up. "Now, tell me, why are you acting like a total creep? I thought we were friends, and I find you messing around with my stuff, dumbass!" She yelled at me.

"I am not a thief! I am a foot fetishist! I mean, yeah, I admit I was stealing your boots, but-"

"You fool! I know about your weird sexual behavior! But why you abuse my trust to satisfy your pervert needs?" She stepped firmly and harder on me.

"I'm sorry, I should never have tried to steal something from you. It's just that I've always liked your feet, even since we were kids. They are big but slender, with long but slightly plump toes, and your toenails are perfectly rounded." I explained.

The young mage just gave me a cold, silent look. At that instant, I would have liked to pay a penny for her thoughts, but I bet she had no clue that I was enjoying the touch of the underside of her bare right foot, still crushing my thorax, while my bulge was growing on my underwear.

Erza was practically trampling me, but my joy was short-lived because, after a few seconds, she finally helped me to stand up.

"Your excuse was pathetic." She said, punching me in the stomach. "But I know you too well. I realize that you never stop until you get what you want, so I must end this now. I challenge you to a duel with swords, Anonymous. If you win, my feet are yours for a whole day. But if you lose, we'll never talk about this again, and you'll have to clean my armor for a month. We have a deal?" She added, reaching out to shake my hand.

"I don't know. That doesn't sound fair." I said, trying to catch my breath.

"Excuse me?" She replied, giving me a mean look.

"I mean, aye, sir!"

"Now prepare yourself! …And my feet are not that big, by the way."

"Well-"

"Did you say something?" The woman gave me the meanest look she can this time.

"I mean, aye, aye, sir!"

The redhead handed me a sword, unsheathing hers that hung from her waist, and walked away to get into battle position. Of course, I didn't miss the chance to had a glimpse of the pinkish bottoms of her feet, skimming across the wooden floor with each step.

"The rules of this duel are simple. Use your weapon to strike your opponent, avoiding being hit yourself." She stated. "Points can be won, using the tip of the weapon, not the side of the blade. Only strikes to the back and the torso count."

She was smiling, confident that she would win. I, on the other hand, was trembling. But, despite what you might believe, I was not afraid. I was shaking with excitement once again because I was about to face off an S-Class Mage of the Fairy Tail Guild. Such an honor!

When Erza gave me the signal to start, I held my sword firmly, taking a defensive stance. She lunged at me, uttering a battle cry like a demon, and then- She slipped, falling face-first into the ground. So, I just poked the back of her armor with the tip of my weapon.

"I'm the winner!" I rejoiced with a fool's face.

"T-This is not possible!" She concerned. "But wait a second, w-what is this?" She asked with a grossed face.

The female warrior sat down, holding her foot. And she spread and scrunched her toes, checking the consistency of the strands of the sticky and mysterious substance between them. 

She had stepped on a puddle of my pre-ejaculate liquid that was in the middle of the room. I'm surprised that none of us have noticed that it was there before.

"I'm sorry, Anon." She apologized, punching the ground. "I mopped this morning, and I was sure I did a good job. You could have hurt yourself because of my incompetence to clean."

"She hit me in the stomach, and now she worries about this. I guess I can't complain." I thought.

"I am the only one to blame for this, Anon! Please, accept my feet as a reward for your victory!"

I could feel the weight of the moral implications, but my blue balls felt heavier, so I pulled down my pants to expose my throbbing cock, and then, I lied on my back.

"How dare you pull your filthy penis out without my consent, you asshole?!" The redhead opened her eyes wide, just to kick me right in my testicles. "But I guess I was too naive to think you wouldn't want to have sex." She sighed.

I was so busy crying out loud, that I didn't even notice when Erza Scarlet, lying on her side, started to use the tips of her toes to push my rod against my stomach. Then, she pressed it flat, stepping down on it with the bottom of her right foot.

There was no need to use lubricant because her steamy feet were soaking wet, so when she slowly rubbed my meat up and down with the heel of her foot, it slid perfectly.

"Mmm, it's funny. I have beaten many men with these feet, but I never thought I would beat something this way." She said, opening the toes of her right foot to put my dick in between them and squeeze it out. "Just remember one thing, if you ever tell anyone about this, I'm going to kill you." She threatened me, using the grip of her toes to squish my boner. "Do you understand?"

I nodded, and she used the balls of her other foot to massage the head of my cock. After doing that for a while, she simply forced my hard member between the tight gap of her arches, to stroke me. 

"Do you know what they say about penises? They're like a sinner." She joked, stroking me way too hard.

"What are you saying?" I questioned, barely being able to talk.

"They need someone to strike out the evil of them!" She pressed her heels together, using all her strength to cause me to explode. 

A long, thick blast of cum came out like a projectile, sopping wet her feet, but was when it started dripping off the sides and arches, that Erza realized something.

"Does this look familiar to you, Anon?" She raised her leg, showing me her glazed foot. "It looks like that sticky stuff of the puddle in the middle of- OH, YOU!"

A shiver ran down my spine when she gave me another one of her cold, silent glances. This time, she was so mad that I knew I had to get out of there.

"ANOOOOOONYMOOOOOOUUUUUUS!!!" She yelled at me.

I ran away from the training house as fast as I could. I forgot my pants, and my penis was hanging out, but I wasn't going back. I wanted to live...