Reigniting Adeleine's Creative Juices

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A knock at your door? At five in the afternoon?

Since your arrival in Dream Land, you haven’t really interacted with anybody. You expected to see some kind of creature greeting you in the friendliest manner imaginable, like that Kirby chap. However, what stood at your door wasn’t some random creature.

It was a human!

She was a girl who was just a touch shorter than you, with pale skin, ebony hair and a red beret. Everything about her screamed painter to you, what with her holding a paintbrush, palette and canvas. Her top consisted of a long-sleeved green coat, while black tights hugged her legs.

You swung your door open to greet your fellow human, but before you knew it, she pushed her way inside and shut the door behind you both.

“Brr! Boy oh boy, we haven’t had a good breeze like that in months.”

As she kicked off her bright flip-flops, you couldn’t help but notice her bare feet. It was as if they were calling to you. Was it her round heels? The way that the undersides of her feet looked delicious with their glistening qualities?

“My name is Adeleine,” she said, her faintly raspy voice snapping you out your trance. “And would you care to give me your name?”

You gave her your name.

“Pleased to meet you, _____. What brings you to Dream Land?”

As she browsed your kitchen, you explained to her how you moved to Dream Land for a change in your life. Your life lacked excitement, and you were hoping that coming to this land would add a little pizazz somehow.

“Heh. With all the monster attacks we get from our king, you definitely picked the right place.”

She talked for minutes about her reasons for coming to Dream Land, and after exhausting her voice, she headed to your fridge to look for some water.

“So yeah, if you got anything you need to know, just ask me.”

Noting her tools, you asked her how good of an artist she was.

“I’m a bit special. Observe.”

She set her canvas down and drew a tomato. You raised an eyebrow, as while it was a serviceable painting, it wasn’t that special. Then, out of nowhere, a shadow appeared. No, the tomato was coming off the canvas! It landed on the floor, and Adeleine stopped it with her foot.

“Don’t get any crazy ideas. It requires tiny bit of magic on my part, meaning it hurts like heck after a while.” She painted you a few more groceries to fill your kitchen. “But to answer your question, you know, it’s sweet being an artist until you realise that people will always consider you mediocre.”

She plopped on your sofa with a sigh, taking over the other cushions. Thinking quickly, you lifted her feet and set them on your lap. This way, she could share whatever was on her mind while you enjoyed one of the most stunning views in all of Dream Land.

“I don’t wanna be negative,” she said, curling her toes. But you told her you didn’t mind. In fact, you wanted her to speak the truth. “Well… Being a painter means you have to expect the same uninspired ideas over and over from your people, plus the frustration and letdown that comes when you try to stray from what they want.”

You asked her to elaborate. While she talked, your hands moved to the top of her left foot. Adeleine either didn’t see what you were doing or didn’t care, so you squeezed it.

As wrong as it was, you felt your erection grow because of your new neighbour.

“Painting is my life and all, but I wanna do more than just paint delicious food and happy people,” she lamented, removing her beret. “On top of the creativity deadness, the worst part is that no matter how much I improve, compared to some of Dream Land’s best artists, my works might as well be trash.”

If Adeleine had made any paintings concerning her feet, you’d have lined up to pay for them. Because the longer you stared at her soles, the stiffer you became.

“Y’know, I splashed a bunch of paint on those flip-flops back there,” she said, catching your attention. “It was a total accident at first, and I was livid at the thought of having to clean them. But then I realised it’d be interesting to try and make them stand out from their boring white looks. And presto! Now they’re my daily footwear for whenever I’m stepping into Cappy Town. One of my more creative and cheery moments in the past five years.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that image, imagining her long toes pressing into those shoes for so long. Her essence must have been baked into them.

Feeling a touch bolder, you gave her a compliment. You told her that the citizens were lucky to be able to see her cute toes.

“Huh?” Adeleine covered her mouth. “Hehehe… Um… Oh! I’m so sorry! Lemme take my feet off your couch before I make it a stink bomb. My bad.”

But as she tried to lower her feet, you held onto her ankles.

“Hey, I’m not joking. My feet are very smelly right now, and we don’t want that infecting your new house.”

If she claimed her feet were smelly, then it was time to put that to the test. Before she could react, you lifted her left foot to your nose. Her toes curled from the touch. You then took a great sniff, causing Adeleine’s jaw to drop open. She watched with bated breath as you were now smelling various parts of her foot, with your noises filling the room.

“Oh my gosh… That’s so disgusting; don’t sniff my feet.”

Indeed… You sensed a spark of stink—that unmistakable “I’ve been walking around barefoot all day” smell. But it was far less deadly than Adeleine made it out to be. It seemed that little Miss Painter here was quite the actress, as she had you convinced that her foot odour was akin to poison. If she hadn’t drawn attention to her feet in the first place, you wouldn’t have even suspected that they had an odour. After all, she had on sandals.

Pulling her foot down, you gave Adeleine a thumbs up and a smile.

“Phew.” She let out an embarrassed laugh, then gave her feet a good rubdown before smelling her hands. “Must be ‘cause we’re in autumn. When it’s that summer heat, man… My soap bars are practically crying at the end of every day, going, ‘Please, Mommy, we can’t handle this smelly torture anymore! Your sweat is like acid!’ And I’m just like, ‘I’m sorry, babies, but it’s for the greater good!”

You both shared a good laugh, and it was apparent that Adeleine felt more at ease with you touching her feet. She began to wiggle her toes actively, pushing them closer to your stomach.

Little did she know that her heels were pressing right into your boner.

She rocked her feet back and forth, completely ignorant of the fact that she could make you ejaculate in her pants at any moment. But if you could get your new neighbour to give you an unconventional footjob, then you were going to.

Adeleine simply shut her eyes, shifting her shoulders as you massaged her feet.

You were amazed at just how soft the tops of her feet are—a sign of the good care she blessed her feet with. And even after claiming to spend the day in flip-flops, her feet weren’t nasty. Sure, there were a few specks of dirt and sand, but she was overwhelmingly clean. Her feet were more sweaty than grimy, as if she walked out of a pool and didn’t finish drying them.

The massage was going smoothly, with you kneading her heels and toes. But after taking those first few sniffs, you couldn’t resist going in for some extras. Your boldness was showing, as you dared to slot your nose between her toes. All it provoked was a giggle from her.

“You like the smell of my feet?” she asked, spreading her toes. Your expression was a good enough answer for her. “Alright. Smell them all you’d like. It feels good.”

Now this was a gift from the heavens.

You pressed your nose against her sweaty soles, inhaling their intoxicating funk. The artist curled her toes repeatedly, and her scrunches were so tight that she nearly trapped you within her greasy wrinkles. Whenever she managed to apply pressure to your nose, you let out a moan. And the longer you breathed her in, the more your body tingled and your penis pulsed.

Adeleine eventually opened her eyes again, licking her teeth.

“Sorry if this is too far, ______,” she murmured, looking at her toes, “but can you take off your pants?”

You chuckled and asked her why.

“Being one of the few humans here makes it a bit lonely. I really wanna see a dick. Like a big, sausage-sized dick.” Her voice unexpectedly dropped in pitch. “Please?”

Without hesitation, you whipped out your darker cock. Adeleine’s blush deepened upon seeing how shiny it was, for it was already leaking some semen prematurely. Yet like a little girl playing with her toy, she poked and prodded at your member with her big toes, their moisture seeping into it.

With each poke, you felt a jolt of pleasure.

“Heh…” Adeleine grinned. “It’s so meaty…”

You rubbed her legs, telling her how you want her to stroke your cock with her feet.

“That’s… Hold on! I’ve got a better idea.” She slowly undid her shirt, revealing her small breasts. She squeezed them both, moaning while lifting her feet in the air. “Swing your legs over on this way.”

Though her command confused you, you followed it, setting your feet near her sides while hers descended onto your cock. Her black-painted toes teasingly wrapped around it as she began to rub it up and down. You threw your head back. You would’ve sworn that Adeleine was used to painting things with her feet with how dexterous her toes were. They choked the tip of your cock with such power that you felt like you were about to ejaculate on the spot.

Adeleine snickered as she watched you spasm. Her toes tightened around your shaft, drawing another moan from you.

You then felt a wetness on your right foot. Looking forward, you were stunned to see it hovering before Adeleine’s face. She stared at you with her tongue poking out the side of her mouth.

“It’s such a shame that anything with sex is inappropriate to portray,” she whispered. “Because when I’m horny is when I feel I’ve got all the ideas in the world.”

Your heart started thumping fiercely. Once she started licking the ball of your foot, your body stiffened. Because it was at the same time that Adeleine continued using her feet to masturbate you. Better yet, she’d shoved her right foot forward while tickling your cock and balls with her left foot. Was this an invitation to suck on her toes?

You wouldn’t be stupid enough to refuse.

Adeleine’s warm toes danced in your mouth, each movement causing the salt between them to spill onto your tongue. The big toe was relentless, determined to taint your mouth with its flavour. But would “taint” be the right word? Considering how the taste of Adeleine’s foot was so enchanting, it’d be more appropriate to say that her toes graced your mouth.

Though you couldn’t tell if she liked the taste of your feet, she certainly wasn’t bothered. She sucked on your big toes like she was sucking two cocks.

Her focus was on licking, but you had various actions to juggle. You wished to keep the aroma of her foot suffocating you. With each deep inhale along her curvy arch, your cock got happier. Then you began to plant soft kisses on her foot. Each one was a treat for the whimpering Adeleine.

“This is so… Wow…”

As you smothered her sole with kisses, you curled your own toes into her mouth. Never would you have imagined just how amazing it felt to have a tongue between the toes, and yet now you knew just how good you were making Adeleine feel.

You gripped her foot tighter, crushing it against your pulsating cock. The pressure of her sole on your shaft was incredible, along with the great weight that massaged your scrotum.

You imagined Adeleine seated in a luxurious, expensive vehicle that only the wealthiest could afford. She was pumping the gas pedal repeatedly with her bare foot, mirroring the way she teased your aching cock in the present. To be that accelerator would be a dream come true.

Now you returned to licking her foot, slobbering on her sole before sticking her toes in your mouth.

One toe wasn’t good enough. You needed two. No, three. No, all of them. All five of Adeleine’s slender toes were going to fit in your mouth one way or another. The pressure as you stretched your jaw to its absolute limit was unreal, even a touch painful. But you tolerated it for Adeleine, deepthroating her foot until the ball of it was halfway in your mouth. Her biggest toes were slowly approaching the back of your throat. You sat like this for many seconds, leaving Adeleine in shock as she observed your throat convulsing.

Your eyes were tearing up as spit began to drip from your mouth. At that moment, you popped Adeleine’s foot out your mouth, gasping for air.

Adeleine threw her head back with a guttural moan. Then, as if she didn’t want to be outdone by you, she started sliding your toes into her mouth.

Yet when she had them all in her mouth, she somehow lasted longer than you. She looked you in your eyes, giggling softly as she sucked on all five toes rhythmically. The moment she spat your foot out, she gave you a big kiss on your sole.

Seeing Adeleine with your feet in her face turned you on more than anticipated. Perhaps it was her innocent expression in all of this; she didn’t give you sultry eyes but rather those of a playful child.

“Break time,” she coughed, dropping both of her feet limply on your cock. “I’m not an athlete, after all.”

You chuckled and told her you wished she was an athlete so her feet could stink up a storm. Adeleine then got off the couch and fetched those items she mentioned before. One of them ended up on your chest.

“Smell that flip-flop. Let’s see what you think of it.”

The first thing you noted was just how wet Adeleine’s flip-flop was. It hadn’t been raining outside, and this little detail made you smile.

That musk from her flip-flop filled your nostrils, and your cock immediately rose. It nearly pushed her feet away with the force at which it sprung up. The smell was so vinegary, affecting even the areas that should have been cleaner, like the heel section. Adeleine watched in astonishment as you sniffed her flip-flop like a dog trying to get used to its owner’s scent.

“Know what? I always thought feet were interesting, kinda like our hands with our opposable thumbs,” she chuckled, wiping the beads of sweat from her brow. “But I never would’ve guessed anyone would be into my cheesy feet.”

The second she called her feet cheesy, you threw yourself onto her.

You kissed her on her thin lips, causing Adeleine’s eyes to widen immensely. Her instinct was to shove you back, but as soon as you slipped your tongue inside of her and caressed her hair, she returned the favour and then some. Did you expect her to spit in your mouth with the power of a hose?

You swallowed the saliva mix unintentionally, but seeing her mouth all shiny was so enticing that you returned for sloppy seconds. Your tongues twirled for minutes as you swapped spit and hugged, all while faintly smelling each other’s feet from your faces.

Adeleine broke the kiss after minutes, digging her hands inside her tights.

“You don’t mind if I get off to this, do you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her question, finding it humorous how she felt the need to ask for permission after she was beating your meat with her feet.

Without a word, you yanked off her tights, revealing her black panties. Adeleine then flung this underwear across your living room. She licked her hand and began to furiously masturbate.

You watched as her cheeks went from pale to rosy red, her breath coming in short gasps. She was completely enthralled in the moment, and seeing her please herself made you want to do the same. Yet she smacked your hand when you attempted to jerk off.

“Lay back down… I’ve got something that’ll drive you crazy.”

She leaned forward, wiggling her nose against your cock. You gasped as she started to lick and suckle on it.

This alone would’ve been lovely, but then came the sudden WHAM! Adeleine smashed your cock between her feet, forcing you to look into her eyes. She was now surrounded by her own stench, all while swirling her tongue around the tip of your penis. Of all the things you could’ve anticipated, receiving both a footjob and a sloppy blowjob simultaneously was not on the list. Her wiggling digits caused you to shiver.

“Better keep smelling that sweaty flip-flop,” she sang before swallowing your cock again. Her lips tightened around it as she bobbed up and down.

Yet at the same time, her angelic sole stroked your cock with each twitch of her head.

The smell of her flip-flop truly was the cherry on top of this delicious sundae. Why, you did more than simply sniff it. You opened your mouth and started to suck on the upper half. Even with all the little bits of sand and dust clinging to it, Adeleine had you addicted to her like magic. You didn’t care where her flip-flop had been, just that it had been blessed by her vinegar-scented foot.

Adeleine was filled with more energy than ever. By the end of the evening, she was determined to completely drain you. Her suction increased, along with the force her feet applied on your shaft. As your cock took an oral adventure, it tingled more and more.

You inhaled louder into her flip-flop, a sign of what was about to come. Yet despite your noises, Adeleine only licked with further gusto. She plopped it out her mouth and used her feet to massage it, playfully licking it like a treat.

“I want your milk in my mouth,” she managed to blurt out between breaths, lightly grazing the tip of your cock with her teeth.

Her sucking combined with the pungent smell of her shoe sent your penis into its final stage. It spewed squirt after squirt of hot semen in her mouth. And like the good little slut she was, Adeleine didn’t miss a single drop. You didn’t see your mess escape her lips, even as her toes were vibrating your cock.

After twenty blissful seconds, she lifted her head and opened her mouth, proudly showing you just how much “milk” you filled her with. With a loud gulp, she sent it down her throat, grinning as some of it oozed past her teeth.

Yet despite this, there was still one matter to take care of.

Grunting, you leaned Adeleine back and pushed her hands towards her vagina. You made it clear that she was not stepping out of your home until she experienced the same pleasure you did. You then picked up her legs and began to suck on the bottoms of her feet once more.

Adeleine let out a shaky moan as your tongue caressed her soles.

“I’ll try…” She bit her lip, rubbing herself lightly. “You’ve got no clue how hard it is for me to actually—”

Her eyes burst open once you took her big toe in your mouth and sucked it. Her whole body shook. Suddenly her timid pokes at her pussy became more confident, and she slipped various fingers inside herself, ensuring that she also handled her trembling clit.

You could see how sucking on her toes was what made her tick. Licking the soles was fun enough, but that suction on her digits made little Adeleine let out moans so good that they sounded like sobbing. While sucking her toes, you also stroked her legs delicately.

Adeleine’s walls were moist with arousal. They clenched and expanded with her breaths.

She arched her back, panting louder with a shrill cry as her legs tightened.

Tears in her eyes, Adeleine fell back against the cushions. There might not have been a sticky mess, but the way she aimlessly looked at the ceiling told you the entire story. As a reward for her solid work, you gifted her pussy with one warm lick, forcing another moan out of her.

“I came,” she moaned, her speech somewhat slurred. “That was…”

“Poyo!”

Both of you looked in the direction of your front door, and Adeleine’s pupils shrunk.

“Oh, come on!” She nearly tripped trying to get her clothes back on. “You gotta get used to Kirby popping around at the most inopportune moments. He can’t be left alone for twelve hours without dying. I wish I were joking.”

Whilst the artist mostly got herself cleaned up, you had the honour of slipping her kaleidoscopic flip-flops onto her feet.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, still tasting semen fresh in her mouth. “Hey, can we hang out tomorrow, _____? We can have a picnic, and I can paint you rubbing my feet out in Ripple Field. Yeah, ‘cause a massage is kinda sexual, but they’re not gonna think it is. Happy scene, food involved—it all works out. Sound good?”

You gave her a sign of approval, but before she could take her leave, you needed to give her some more special attention.

It began with long kisses across her dainty toes, then gradually up her legs. Your lips eventually reached her thighs before stopping at her crotch and continuing to her backdoor. After pulling down her tights to give both of her blushing cheeks a wet kiss, you gave the same treatment to her breasts. And at last, once her neck received a kiss, you left one last smooch on her tingling lips.

Adeleine’s face was on fire.

“I’ll see you, my new friend.” With a wave, she walked out, her vibrant flip-flops loudly slapping against her moist feet. “Oi, Kirby! This man needs some rest, and if you don’t get on back to your own house and go the heck to sleep, you and I are gonna…”

So this was your second day in Dream Land. Are you glad you made the move here?