They were small, arched, and utterly flawless. They were the feet of a being who defied gravity, who floated above the muck of the world. They had never touched dirt. They were pristine.
Even though he was an absolute degenerate, he didn't have a foot fetish… he had never cared for feet in his life. But seeing these... seeing the golden glow of her toes, the perfect curve of her heel... his heart couldn't help but stir.
He took her left foot in his hands, cradling it like a fragile bird.
"Sol?" Isylia asked, her voice high and panicked. "What... why there?"
He didn't answer. He bowed his head.
He pressed a reverent kiss to the top of her foot. Then he turned it slightly and licked the high arch of her sole. The sensation sent a jolt of lightning straight up Isylia's leg. She gasped, her toes curling instinctively.
