"Ah, welcome back…"
Mathew heard a very familiar voice slide over him.
Although he had just reformed into a new world. This time, he was able to move. He didn't feel fatigued, it didn't take him long to look around and see where he was. Walls of books, a ceiling with glass leading to a sea of stars. Gold trim, and wood that was likely older than anything he'd seen before. Well, not quite… He did recognize the design of the library.
It belongs to Iraelenna.
He touched his chest, feeling the gentle warmth of her mark still radiating within him. The last thing he remembered in this particular world, was a kiss. She ran her finger over his chest, brought him to her lips in a tight press, and all he remembered after that kiss was an exceptional pleasure. It radiated throughout him, greater than anything he'd felt in his journey up until that point. Before he could do much else though, he felt her fingertips grip his hair and lift him up into the air. The little one dangled, his arms twitching as the pain of his entire weight being supported by the blue strands ripped through his little head. It felt as though he were about to be scalped with the speed at which she lifted him from the ground.
"You've been a busy little creature, haven't you. Hmm?" She cooed, "It's been fun watching you. Having something new to see and enjoy."
"How can I serve you?" Mathew asked meekly.
"Oh. You have been serving me. Quite well, might I add. I thought I'd bring you to me, here… So I can enjoy your company for a few fleeting moments before your journey continues. Before you're sent back into the abyss of death and rebirth. Pain, and oh so much pleasure."
After she replied, she pursed her lips and gently blew over his body. He hadn't noticed that Irae had stepped out of her left shoe as her bright, blue eyes peered into his form. The black slits down the center flicked gently, focusing on [REDACTED] the blowing air made it [REDACTED]. She giggled with a little smirk, swaying her thin, black, spaded tail in the air behind her as she looked him over with anticipation. Without warning, her fingertips parted, and gravity took hold of the little one. He fell, tumbling deep into the succubus' footwear. Immediately, he was surrounded with a deep, unique scent. It was undeniably that of feet, but it was mixed with a smell that reminded him of burnt gunpowder. The stench of her feet wasn't overpowering either, just a gentle, simple smell.
He got up onto his hands and knees, looking around to see the print she had worn into her shoe through use over a millennia. Or so he assumed… It was deep and dark, with every bit visible where her foot would settle. Immediately, Mathew pressed himself onto her insole, and began to lick at it.
"How cute~" Irae cooed, crouched over her own shoe, "I think you know what I want you to do now, little being."
He didn't have to think twice. It was something he had never actually done, but somehow, he knew his orders before he was even given them. On his hands and knees, Mathew crawled deep into the darkness of her footwear to the toe section. He slipped into where her great toe would naturally rest and pressed himself into it. Irae closed her eyes, focusing on him – seeing him, through her mark, as he began to press his hips into the perfectly shaped outline of her insole. He felt [REDACTED] into the grit, kneading himself into the mark left by countless years of use. It amused her, watching the little soul actually fucking the print of her toe, until there was a distinct glow that emanated from where his pelvis was.
But he wasn't done… He knew her orders, and he was determined to follow through. Every single digit, every part where her foot would rest, she wanted him to use. He worked himself into the heel of her shoe, into the ball, the arch, every place he could think of before returning to her toe section and pushing himself into the last portion. Her pinky toe's print, the cutest, loveliest print he had ever seen. The moment he finished, he felt her shoe shift and move.
The light from [REDACTED] was all that remained, as her white sock snuffed out the light from outside. Her toes slid over the splatters of glowing blue, dragging along, soaking up his energetic nectar as they came for him. He slipped to where she wanted him to be, safe between her toes. But this time, face-down. She wanted him to continue as she went about her existence…
For hours…
For days?
She hadn't removed her shoe in so long. Mathew felt his body being bashed, moved around, stepped on again and again as she traveled around her library and wherever else she may be privy to traveling. She made sure to keep him between her toes, forcing him to smell every second of it. Throughout the entire time he was there though, the smell never changed. It never got worse, it never got rancid, never smelled like a wet dog or anything of the sort. It was just…
Strangely perfect. That gunpowder smell shifted to vanilla, then shifted to lemon even. It always seemed to change; the giant succubus' perfect musk mixed with an accent scent that altered itself as time went on. He was never allowed to get used to it, but he never wanted to. He loved basking in her sweat, drinking from it, eating whatever he could consume from beneath her sock. She brought him to climax again, and again, and again, seemingly forgotten in her shoe until… He slipped beneath the ball of her foot.
It was not an accident. She tapped her foot down on him, teasing the little man as he writhed in pleasure before she resumed her day. The insole of her shoe was so worn down, there was not much to save him other than her grace. She didn't smash him immediately. It was a slow, meandering trample that broke bone after bone until he was a quivering mess of pleasure and pain. Up until she finally removed her shoe, finally allowed him to breathe fresh air.
Irae was seated. Her wings flexed on a lovely red chair as the succubus looked through her glasses to a nice cup of tea. She crossed her left foot over her right, flexing her steamy toes as Mathew's partially crushed form just remained stuck to the fabric. He was still very much alive, bleeding and broken in agony while she relaxed… With a book in hand, it was time to do what the elegant succubus librarian loved to do – Read.
For hours, what felt like an eternity… Until her feet slipped back into her shoes, and she was not so kind with him. Without saying a word, she resumed walking throughout her library to return her book. Mathew felt her full weight on him the moment she stood. She had been taking it easy on him to that point. And now? He couldn't withstand it. It only took two steps before he was smashed flat, crushed into the darkened stain of her footwear.
Added, to the perfection of a millennia old project.
To sweat that may have been older than Earth itself.