Chapter 7 #2
Inkiri undid my shoelaces almost reverently before carefully sliding my shoes off, first the right, then the left.
My feet had to be smelly. I’d been walking since sunrise, and I’d slept in my shoes.
I’d started doing that in places I didn’t feel entirely safe in, and it had been a couple of days since I’d last felt safe.
Inkiri gave no sign that he minded, and after he peeled my socks off—once more with extreme care, as if he thought feet broke easily—he examined my toes, soles, insteps, and ankles with careful touches.
“Like in the pictures,” he said. I froze, then pulled my foot from his hands when he ran a finger along my instep. He looked crestfallen. “Did I hurt you? Your skin there is very soft.”
“No, ticklish. Did you just say you looked at photos of feet? Is this a fetish of yours? I’m not touching your cock with my feet.
” My brain chose to alert me to the fact that talking about cocks might mean cocks could be involved sooner rather than later only after the words were out of my mouth. I turned cabbage red.
Inkiri clicked and tilted his head from side to side. “What is ticklish?”
“Uhm, when you touch a person in certain places on their body, it tickles? It’s like… It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s…kind of funny?”
He didn’t have a noticeable accent when he spoke English like the others did—apart from the sexy British one—and the idea that he didn’t understand everything was something I had to get used to. Then again, this whole situation was one I had to get used to.
Inkiri nodded. “I’ve heard the word, but I was never really sure what it meant. Does it hurt you? Getting tickled.”
“No. It usually makes you laugh.”
He clicked. “Laughter is good. And by cock you mean penis. Or dick, prick, dong.”
At least he had vocabulary options for that. “Yeah.”
He nodded again. “Why would I want you to touch it with your feet? Is that what fetish is? Or is that a ritual for pleasure you enjoy?”
By the way he kept touching my feet, he was either less innocent than I had assumed or more. It wasn’t quite a foot massage; it was far too gentle for that. But since he was so gentle, his touch felt intimate. It was the weirdest thing.
I swallowed against the tightness in my throat. “No, a fetish is different. You know what, why don’t you ask Vergis to explain it to you? I simply don’t want to touch your cock with my feet.”
Inkiri accepted that with something along the lines of a purr, then he peeled the plastic wrapping off my new and very cute cat socks and put them on me. If possible, he was being even more careful than he had when he’d taken my smelly ones off.
The new socks were super cute, even more cute now that I was wearing them, and it had all been worth it. Possibly. I wasn’t sure what else I would have to pay for the questionable pleasure of wearing socks in bed, but in this moment, I didn’t even care.
Once he was done, Inkiri moved up to my jacket and started to strip that off me too.
“Hey!” I slapped his hands away. Maybe it was the idea of ravishing I liked, not so much ravishing itself. I wasn’t sure. All of this was very confusing, and I didn’t know how these things were done, even with another human. How was I supposed to navigate any kind of ravishing with a monster?
Inkiri clicked. “You want to see me first?”
Which was when I realized something different was happening in my head here than in his.
“Excuse me, but what exactly do you think we’re doing right now?”
Head tilt. “You said you wanted to go to bed. You want me to show you I can give you pleasure, yes? Lissir told you I’m capable, but you want to see for yourself.
Vergis used a saying…never buying a horse before you’ve gone for a ride, I think it was.
You want to go for a ride. I’ve never been with a human, and I hope you’ll take that into account and still find me pleasing.
” He grinned. “I’m a quick study. If you give me a chance, I’ll be very good for you very soon. ”
To be fair, I’d mostly thought about just…letting this happen. I was sort of on board with simply taking what was coming my way, half-hard as I was. It made sense, in a way. I was fucked up after having been alone for so long, but so was the situation.
But. He’d framed it very differently. The way Inkiri had said it made it sound like he thought I was testing him.
And that meant if he failed, I could get a monster divorce, maybe?
Basically, if I got quality time between the sheets for the first time ever and quite possibly for the only time ever, I could set myself free. That was simple enough.
I started grinning like the dummy I knew I was. Oh, if only I’d stuck with playing the second tree on the left all my life, none of this might have happened.
Anyway, this could be me getting off—I mean getting away, obviously. If getting off was happening, it would simply be an added bonus. I’d be able to leave, and if I played my cards right, I’d be getting some extra food out of it too.
I’d also be getting some extra…experience. I had none, except for that one time I’d attempted a blowjob and failed. This, I decided, would be my moment. After a lot of bad stuff, something good was finally about to happen.