“As I mentioned before, foot massages are one of the duties I will assign you for your journey with us.” Frieren explained as you sat in her palm. “I think now would be a good time to test your capabilities.”
“So what you’re saying is…you want me to give you a foot massage before bed.” You said, following where the elf was leading.
“Yes, that is exactly what I was hoping for. I’m glad you are quick on the uptake.” Frieren suddenly bent at the waist, lowering her hand and you within it down to the floor. The elf giantess gently deposited you on the floorboards as she sat back bringing her feet up in front of you. Each of her dainty elven feet were still several times larger than you, their toes wiggling far above your head. Massaging Frieren’s feet seemed like a task even you could complete before, but now here, humbled by their size, you were starting to doubt yourself.
“I…I don’t know Frieren.” You mumbled, scratching the back of your head. “They’re both pretty big.”
“Are you saying I have big feet?” Frieren frowned, evidently not liking that implication.
“Nonono!” You quickly backpedaled. “Your feet are totally small, and cute. It’s just, at this size, everything is big compared to me. I can’t even reach your toes!”
“I really don’t see the problem. You climbed my entire body easily enough, massaging my ‘small and cute’ feet should be no challenge for you.” Frieren responded logically.
“Yeah, and I’m still kind of tired from all that. Do you think maybe could-” You were interrupted by a soft jab from Frieren’s big toe.
“You’ve rested plenty. Hurry up and get to work, or I might just leave you out here for that rat to find.” The elf instructed with a cheeky grin. You highly doubted Frieren would actually do something like that, but either way it was clear the time for discussion was over. Sighing and arching your back in a long stretch, you swallowed your pride and made your way over to the soles of Frieren’s feet.
You raised your hands and pressed them tight to the soft, pink flesh of the elf’s sole. Immediately, you were surprised at how soft they were. You expected an adventurer like Frieren to have rough and calloused peds, but the giantess’s feet were as immaculate and pretty as the rest of her, not to mention very squishy. You could probably bounce on them if you wanted to. Pushing that embarrassing mental image aside, it was still clear Frieren had been on her feet all day, a slight odor wafting over you as you began rubbing your hands up and down the podal surface. You wouldn’t describe it as pleasant, but far from unbearable as you began your work, doing your best to distract yourself from the smell by throwing all your focus into your task.
You started from Frieren’s soft, doughy heel and worked your way up, massaging in smooth even circles. The reaction from your giantess was immediate, Frieren closing her eyes and letting out a melodious hum of contentment. Up above you her toes were clenching and unclenching, letting you know you were having an effect on the towering elf.
“Mmmmm, that feels heavenly, little one. Keep going.” Frieren praised you. “All that hesitation and here you are doing a wonderful job, just as I knew you would.” The praise from the giantess was like lightning in your veins, supercharging your confidence and your determination. You massaged your way up Frieren’s arch to her instep, your tiny hands rubbing all the tension out of the clusters of nerve endings in the elf’s soles. You had to stretch your arms up over your head to just barely reach the ball of Frieren’s foot, your massage finally reaching its end.
“Very good.” Frieren smiled down at you. “Now, onto the next one.”
“You got it!” You gave a mock salute and hurried over to Frieren’s left foot. You began massaging this one with even more force, putting your elbows and shoulders into the massage. Frieren’s whimpers and moans of pleasure grew louder in response to your effort, the elf closing her eyes in bliss. After a few moments of basking in the enjoyment of your pint-size massage, Frieren got a naughty idea.
“You said you thought my feet were cute, right?” She spoke up.
“Er, yes. Yes I did.” You mumbled, ducking your head in embarrassment even as you threw yourself against the arch of Frieren’s left foot.
“So that means you think my feet are attractive.” Frieren continued. “If my feet are attractive to you, you shouldn’t have any qualms about kissing my feet, or licking them, correct?”
“You want me to WHAT?!” You squawked in shock.
“I want you to lick my foot.” Frieren explained as if it was the most natural thing in the world, now staring intently at you with that same impish grin. “Begin at once.”
“But-but Frieren, I don’t want to. That’s way too…intimate.”
“Again, it’s only intimate if you think of it as such. I merely want to see how your tongue feels on my foot, if it feels as good as your little massaging hands.”
“Frieren!”
“Gosh, I bet that rat sure is hungry~” Frieren teased, shutting down your argument once again. Whether for better or worse, your life now relied on the help of this elf mage. You needed her on your side, and that meant doing what she asked regardless of whether you wanted to or not. The ball was firmly in Frieren’s court, with no chance of a return on your part.
“.....fine.” You mumbled, ashamed to admit your defeat. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you craned your neck forward and stuck out your tongue. A jolt went down your spine as it made contact with Frieren’s sole. You drew a long line with your tongue across the spongy surface of her foot, shuddering as you did before pulling away.
You weren’t sure what you expected an elf’s foot to taste like, never having considered the possibility of finding out before, but it wasn’t like this. The tang of sweat was there, mixed with a subtle undercurrent of some kind of wildflower. All things considered, Frieren’s sole didn’t taste that bad at all, the real problem was the humiliation of your situation.
“Don’t stop, keep going. Lick the rest of my foot.” Frieren said as she laid her foot on its side, allowing you full access to her foot.
You had no choice but to comply.
Bending down you began licking Frieren’s sole like a happy puppy, licking long streaks from her heel upward. The sweaty taste was most concentrated in her arch so you did your best to lick it as fast as possible. You lost track of time as you continued licking, clearing the ball of Frieren’s foot before moving on to her toes. By the time you had licked each digit clean your mouth was fully stained with the taste of elven feet, and you were thoroughly exhausted. As soon as you had licked to the top of the pad of Frieren’s big toe you collapsed onto your rear end, finally done.
Your ears drew your attention up to Frieren, who was giving you a soft golf clap of approval at the completion of your task.
“Very well done, I admire your determination to complete a task. I didn’t even ask you to lick my toes.” Frieren giggled at the expression you made at that remark. “I think we can firmly declare you have exceptional skills as a foot masseur. We will definitely have to do this again.”
“Hooray…” You mumbled.
Frieren noticed your dispirited condition so she bent down and patted you warmly on the head like a good dog. You were now blushing a deep red again, which got Frieren to giggle some more. You were sure you were never getting the taste of Frieren's foot out of your mouth ever again.
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