Commission for  AureliusB
Story written by  Ohmagaz
Nuri ©  AureliusB

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Dragon worshipping service


“Click!” The living room of a large apartment lit up as a sigh escaped from the mouth of its tenant, standing at the entrance with a stature similar to one who had just survived an apocalypse. The exhaustion he was feeling was such that lowering the head of his two meters tall body to avoid bumping against the top of the door frame required an immense amount of effort from him. Once he passed through the dreaded frame, the anthro dragon lazily swayed across the entrance corridor, dragging his own limp body through what were just a few feet, but seemed like miles to him. He took off his coat and, instead of carefully hanging it on the nearby rack, decided that it would take less energy to just throw it on the couch waiting in front of him.

After what felt like an eternity of walking through the seemingly infinite tunnel, Nuri finally arrived to his salvation, the furniture that would finally put an end to all the exhaustion that had been filling his body along the entire day. He had woken up late to work, accidentally dropped his lunch, and had to deal with the insane amount of rude customers that seemed to have decided to team up on the poor dragon this particular day, but it didn’t matter now, because it was here. The holy couch was here. Never had a cushion looked so inviting, so tempting to him, and as he flopped onto the pillow, another sigh, this time a sigh of relief left his body.

“Fucking shitty day…” Nuri could only mutter as he stayed sitting there, motionless for around a minute, letting each passing second reinvigorate him.

He closed his eyes, let the fresh untapped air of whatever wasn’t containing other people in it roll against the side of his face and smiled, happy to be done with the outside world for the day, and now appreciating the silence. Compared to the constant noise of cash registers, scanners and hysterical people continuously screaming through his eardrums, the light ambient ultrasound made by the various electronics around Nuri sounded like a symphony. The red dragon felt the pleasure of spreading his blue wings across the room and letting his tail loose from his back, a pleasure that wasn’t allowed in his workspace. Although it was hell half an hour ago, almost everything was perfect right now. Almost...

“Only one thing left” Nuri thought after another minute of relaxation, with an already much more appeased mind. He reached into the pocket of his coat, which he had mercilessly sat on, retrieved his phone and dialled a phone number on it. The response was almost immediate.

“Hello, dragon worship service and co, What can we do for you today?” came from the speaker, with the dead tone of another unfortunate soul having to handle an extremely exhausting job. Nuri felt empathy for him, even though he was momentarily done with his own hell. But that wasn’t going to stop him from making his demand.

“Yes, I’d like to get a servant please. I live at...”

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Only a few minutes later, the doorbell rang across the entire room, piercing Nuri’s ears once more. The dragon’s laziness was telling him to stay here and just invite the other person to get in themselves, but his politeness tried to make him actually get up to open to the guest waiting for his response. Fortunately, he didn’t have to internally fight for long, as the door opened with a voice announcing its presence with an apologetic “I-I’m coming in…”

A few steps echoed through the flat, until there was now a male human standing at the end of the corridor, scrunched over as if the weight of his own body was too much for his frail stature. He seemed panicked when he saw Nuri and started shaking his head as if to avoid eye contact.

“O-Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have barged in like that, please forgive me…” He said bowing to the tall anthro, who was actually surprised at the scene. The dragon smiled.

“Uuh, it’s fine! I was just gonna call you inside anyway, haha!” Nuri replied as casually as possible, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

“N-No, I insist, you are a recurrent customer, and I have been more than disrespectful to you. I hope you can accept my apologies and that the trust you have in the company isn’t compromised…” He said while keeping his upper body facing the ground.

Nuri could tell that human wasn’t used to the job he had, maybe he found himself in this field by mistake, or maybe it was his first day, but no matter the explanation, it was actually kind of cute to see. it reminded him of the first days of his current job, where he was constantly disoriented and had no idea what to do. The dragon widely smiled at the servant and adopted the warmest tone he could.

“It’s fine, don’t worry.”

The human was relieved, and he stood straight again as he seemed a bit less tense.

“Th-Thank you. My name is Mike, and I represent Dragon worship service and co… I will be your servant for this evening. What would you like me to do?” He rehearsed.

The anthro couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. His favourite part of this evening was about to begin.

“Well, first of all…” Nuri pointed to the wooden ground, or more precisely... right at his shoes.

“I would like you to take these off” He said with a calm yet slightly authoritarian tone.

“O-Of course!” Mike almost screamed. He got to work almost immediately, as if he had already started moving before his client could finish his sentence.

Kneeling to the ground, he cupped his hands around the sole of the gigantic left sneaker that was presented to him. It was only at this moment that Mike realised the faint scent emanating from the dragon’s footwear. It was nothing to be repelled about, but it was easy to imagine how much the feet that were compressed inside had been crying to get liberated from their prison. It was almost enticing, and for the human, being able to have someone let his hands near such a strong object, marked by their bearer’s sweat and musk, was very honouring. In fact, he could feel the weight of Nuri’s big feet from only lifting up the shoe. Too exhausted to help, the anthro wasn’t helping him by maintaining his feet in the air, or by lifting at least the tip of his shoed feet to leave a space for Mike to slip his fingers under, which would make the removal of each shoe, from the unmaking of its laces to the pulling of the footwear, an action that forced him to get a feel for that beast’s powerful muscular mass.

The human removed the left shoe first, and the trapped scent from before was now stronger, as Nuri reflexively wiggled his toes, making the white lint cloth that was his sock move like it had a mind of its own. The human could tell the feet inside had been sweating a lot, as he could notice darker spots in numerous areas where his feet would make contact with the ground, like the balls of his feet as well as the bottom of the toes are. He blushed as he realised he had his face just a few inches away from his client’s powerful digits. From the shapes that pushed against the fabric, there were four toes, as well as one lateral digit on the interior side, which was moving with as much vigour as its distant cousins. For a few seconds, he just watched them scrunch and spread after having spent such an absurdly long time in captivity. He imagined how that socked paw would feel on his face, how swiftly the fabric would rub against his bare skin, and how warm and buttery the dragon’s socks were…

His thoughts were cut off by a gentle cough, and realising he had been daydreaming for a few seconds now, Mike looked up to the dragon’s face with a terrified look, afraid of what his reaction would be. Fortunately, Nuri’s eyes were closed, relaxing from his stressful day at work. The human didn’t want to try his luck though, and gently put the anthro sock back on the ground before going to the next shoe. The same thoughts traversed his mind when he removed the huge sneaker trapping his absurdly huge right paw. Now that Mike thought about the size of these feet, they were definitely much bigger than any human feet, even those considered big. He wouldn’t try to put his hand under his customer’s sole for scale, but at least two hands were needed to cover the entire surface of his foot. That thought terribly aroused Mike, who shifted his position a bit, wishing he could do more with this terrifyingly arousing body part of his client.

He put this right foot on the ground next to the left one and forced himself to divert his gaze from those beauties he had just freed. He looked up and asked:

“A-Alright, it’s done, what more can I do for you?”

Mike was expecting to have to do some housework, and while disappointed that he wouldn’t be close to the dragon’s feet any more, he could maybe snap a few looks from a distance. It looked like the anthro would pass out at any moment, and if he fell asleep on the couch, Mike would have the occasion to marvel at them without his client noticing. He was already starting to get back up when Nuri spoke.

“Smell them.”

“… What?” Mike was sure his arousal had just messed with his head.

“I want you to sniff my feet. There’s nothing more relaxing than feeling the cold air of someone breathing right at them. Besides…”

Nuri wiggled his toes on the ground, immediately trapping his servant’s gaze. Mike had just realised his mistake and started blushing madly.

“You like them, don’t you?” The dragon added with a complacent smile. “Two minutes to remove one shoe is a bit long, don’t you think?”

“A-Aaah, nono, this is not what you… I’m sorry, this is highly unprofessional, I should be fired on the spot…” Mike replied.
Nuri laughed out loud. It wasn’t a mocking laugh though, more of a complicit laughter, one that immediately put Mike back at ease.

“Haha, it’s fine, don’t worry about it. In fact, it’s a good thing that you like my biiiig sweaty feet, that means you’ll do a great work~ Now...”

The dragon lifted his left foot for its sole to face the human’s blushing visage. He then started to wiggle his covered toes at him.

“It’s time to get to work...”

Mike was flabbergasted at the unreal situation going on right now. This turn of events was so unexpected that he was wondering if this wasn’t actually a trap to get him fired, as both terrible excitation and unstoppable concern started fighting within him. He looked at the wave of wrinkles forming on the lint cloth, around these terribly mysterious soles, that, in appearance, were just asking for a face to rest on. The more he watched, the more he was hypnotised by the huge paw, which only sole would probably cover his whole face, dominate him with its warmth. And it wasn’t helped by the faint smell that emanated from them, like a mermaid calling him to land his face onto the voluptuous surface from which it emanated. It was too much temptation, and he took his decision. If he was fired, at least he should give life to his fantasies before, now that he was “Allowed”.

He slowly planted his face onto the worn out sock, plunging his nose in the damp area located under the dragon’s toes. Mike was absolutely right, those paws had been sweating a lot, as indicated by the still wet spots that collided with the bottom of his nose. He lifted up his hand and cupped them around the top part of his beefy customer’s assets. Through the fabric, he could get a feel of the draconic paws’ shape, making his fingers dance around the slender structure of Nuri’s feet. Caressing the toes area, he realised how round and plump they were, yet with an immeasurable firmness, indicating very strong digits that wouldn’t let go of anything it grabbed.

Talking about grabbing, the human’s eyes widened as Nuri clamped his toes around his servant’s nose, effectively trapping it in that damp yet so desirable prison. “That’s right”, Mike thought. “I still didn’t take a smell…” He had spent a lot of time admiring and enjoying the moment, but he still didn’t execute his master’s orders. He wasn’t scared of a potentially strong smell, in fact, it was quite the opposite. He knew the smell would make him crazy, but he wanted to leave it for last. Well, his customer had been patient and comprehensive enough, it would be time to give him what he wanted. Closing his eyes to concentrate on the incoming aroma, he took his first inhalation of the dragon’s delectable fumes.

The smell sent him into a shock state. Not because it was particularly strong or disgusting. It was… The perfect balance of everything. Raunchy, but not filthy. Cheesy, but not rotten. Moist, but fresh enough to enjoy without falling out of breath. This delicate dosing resulted in an addictive scent that was only asking to be sniffed again and again. Of course, some wet patches on the footwear testified of the long time it was stuck inside its jail, and the aroma would be more extreme on these areas, but it served more as an aphrodisiac from which Mike could rest by applying his nose in another, less worn out part.

Wondering if he was in a dream, the human blinked multiple times. He first started pinching himself, completely disregarding the toes scrunching around his nose. At the exact moment he realised he wasn’t waking up and thus took conscience of the reality of the situation, the human placed his hand around the foot that was covering his face and pushed harder. He was both ashamed of another professional mistake he’s done, having taken a few seconds before listening to his customer’s orders, and eager to receive more of that delicious aroma directly delivered to him. He was so happy at the idea of sniffing such powerful paws that he grabbed the second foot and pasted it onto his face next to the other one, completely dominated by the pair.

Slowly, he brushed his nose over every inch of the white lint cloth, traversing through each wave that was the sock’s numerous folds. Each of them sprinkled a few remnants of lint down his face, but it was fine for Mike, as they were also carrying the essence of the dragon’s mighty paws. The servant smelled every nook and cranny of the pair, and couldn’t stop multiple moans from escaping his throat, although they couldn’t possibly be heard due to being muffled under those two massive feet. The fuzzy feeling that the cloth added to the overall scent was started to scramble Mike’s brain, who soon found himself in his own little zone, composed only of him and the footwear he was being owned by.

The smell was a thing, but the sense of touch was also an important part of Mike’s likeness for Nuri’s feet. Despite them being protected by this relatively heavy material, it was easy for Mike to feel the shape that was hidden inside them. Gliding through the rounded soles and delicate arches of the anthro’s feet revealed a firm surface, fitting for a tall and dominant person like Nuri. They were still just mellow enough for Mike to be able to dig his nose into it a bit, he could even feel the microscopic sole wrinkles he was caressing his face against, despite being very drawn out by the footwear covering it. He dared imagining what the bare soles and toes would feel and smell like.

From above, Nuri murred at the feeling of two different services his feet were getting. The first one was the streak of fresh air colliding against his foot, before spreading out in multiple directions on the rest of his paw. The second one was the feeling of the human’s face pushing against the mellow surface without pause. Mike was definitely into this, and his restlessness under the pair of his was giving his poor stompers a lifesaver of a massage. Slowly but surely, his feet were starting to ache him less and less, as he got caught in the game and began gently rubbing the human’s head with those big soles of his. He started drumming his toes on his servant, groping each possible part with his mighty digits, for both parties’ pleasure. This little game lasted for a few minutes before Nuri stopped rubbing his feet on Mike’s face and chest.

“Well, I guess it’s time…” He said.

He pulled his feet back and wiggled his toes in front of a human that was looking at them with envy.

“A-Are you... Satisfied?” Mike asked looking up to his dragon master, scared of having to stop after what felt like such a short time of happiness for him. Little did he know that he was about to live something even more intense…

“No, there’s one last thing…” Nuri winked and spread his toes. “Take off my socks and take care of my bare feet.” He ordered.

Mike’s stomach dropped for a moment. The only words “Bare feet” pronounced from Nuri’s lips was enough to make his heart skip a bit. How lucky he was to be allowed such a thing by that muscular dragon…

He almost jumped at the awaiting pair and delicately wrapped his hands around the dragon’s ankles to grab at each of the socks’ opening. The dragon’s ankles were very warm. The human realised it was the first time he had ever touched Nuri’s body since the start of his service, and that collision between his bare skin and the dragon’s was a shock. If his customer’s paws had the same temperature as this ankle, the socks he had been fulfilling his mind with were in no way representative of how powerful the feet caught inside actually were.

Despite wanting to get full satisfaction of this moment, Mike didn’t want to be too slow for his master. At a moderate speed, he rolled up the fabric onto itself, slowly revealing more and more of Nuri’s lowest body part. The human closed his eyes and took both socks off at the same time, dropping them right next to him at the very same second. Even if he was blinded at the moment, the human felt a powerful wave of warmth and musk pushing against his face, like a wind thrown by the bare feet in an attempt to protect themselves. Mike took a big breath. He knew that what he would see as soon as his eyelids get open again would blow his mind, but he decided to stop his apprehension and face the pair of soles he was bound to only wish to be dominated by.

He opened his eyes and found himself unable to say a word, as he was faced by two gigantic walls of a crimson colour waving right at him. He stared at Nuri’s paws from bottom to top, letting his gaze travel from the voluptuous looking heel to the four upper digits that wiggled and splayed from their newfound freedom, each of them topped by a claw carved in a way that makes the tip of them rounder than regular anthro dragon paws. A fifth toe that originated from the inner side of each of Nuri’s soles also seemed to have received this kind of treatment. Actually, it was clear from looking at the dragons’ arches that he was taking great care of his feet though. Most bare feet look very rough, or at least have somewhat of a jagged shape, but these ones... It was a flawless silhouette. Not a single bump too many on the long and slender edges of the beautiful anthro’s pair. The soles, built in a way that showed the balls of his feet right under his toes, had that suppleness and smoothness you only obtain after the frequent use of multiple lotions and creams as well. Anyone would find them at least pleasing to look at.

And they weren’t even clean yet. Drops of sweat originated from between the digits, beading down the surface of the soles below them, and lodged themselves along the many folds and creases of this godly pair, like a pinball getting stuck in its game area, before a slight tilt of the toes would dislodge them or directly remove the ground under them. The view, added to the warmth and smell that was still crashing on the human’s face gave them a mighty aura that was only screaming their presence. Here they were, the origins of so many intense fantasies, where all of this strong attracting aura came from laid bare, up close and personal.

Mike knew what he had to do as soon as he saw them. They were screaming to get serviced, and so, without a word nor a confirmation from Nuri, Mike flopped his face onto the pair and started kissing. His back arched up and he put his hands flat on the floor to stabilise himself, finding himself on all fours, with only the surface of his face caught between Nuri’s delicate soles. He moaned when he felt the dragon’s digits curl and drum around his face, caressing it like a hand petting a dog’s head. Mike’s face started warming up, both from the excitation rising up and the warmth of the dragon feet pressing on his face. In any other case, the heat would be unbearable, but the human didn’t mind, as he was in his own little paradise. Deeply sniffing to get the fumes from the fleshy cave’s walls and repeatedly smooching the mellow skin put him in a trance that he wouldn’t leave soon.

After looking at his servant to make sure he was doing a good job, Nuri smirked and closed his eyes, taking advantage of the human’s face and breath colliding against his poor tired paws. The difference in temperature caused a pleasant tingling sensation, similar to the one he could feel when putting his cold hands on a radiator after a long winter days. He sank even deeper in his couch and murred, his strong and long vocal cords letting a deep and vibrant noise echo through the entire room.

The barrage of kisses lasted for a few minutes, before Mike’s static face dared to move upper and lower, giving the entirety of Nuri’s feet the same treatment. He sensually pressed the balls of both feet on his lips and started smooching, with more vigour as he was closer to the dragon’s toes, which provided him the energizing aroma necessary to maintain him in this state of exhalation. He moved to the digits and granted them as many kisses as possible, he even grabbed both feet and started kissing the top of them, which he hadn’t seen up until then. From above, it was possible to distinguish the strong tendons that linked each of Nuri’s toes to the rest of his mighty foot, and the servant felt a lot of pleasure staking out those hills with delicate smooches that would almost look as innocent as a gentleman kissing the hand of the woman of his heart. Of course, deep down, Mike was feeling nothing but pure lustful pleasure, as he panted harder and harder with each new explored area. Along the excited thoughts that rushed through his mind though, he also felt gratitude, as well as a huge honour, to be at the service at this mighty and powerful anthro, whose feet were so enticing… He felt special, and this emotion made the worship even more exciting to him.

He would keep kissing forever, but he figured that wasn’t all that his dominant wanted. After a good preparation, it was now time to start licking. Mike put himself back on a kneeling position and grabbed Nuri’s right ankle with one hand, while placing the other foot back on the ground, still caressing the top of it with his hand though. He admired the large sole, which had already started to look much more relaxed, and lapped his tongue across its arch. The human moaned loudly. The taste of Nuri’s feet was as balanced as their smell. The salt of each sweat drop getting caught by his taste buds was perfectly mixing with the microscopic remnants of lint from the dragon’s socks, resulting in a cloudy texture met with an energized raunchy flavour that made him almost addicted. As he moved through the soles and arrived to the toes, Mike noticed that this delicious substance was much stronger in these areas, due to the high level of sweat from the space in between them. Even the space between the interior side of the sole and the singular toe that protruded from it tasted as raunchy as the rest of the toes. But it wasn’t an issue. In fact, it was a blessing, and the human expertly slithered his tongue between each digit, removing them from every ounce of sweat, dirt and filth like a tidal wave destroying everything in its path.

Mike then proceeded to suck on each toe one by one. Each digit was welcomed to a trip within the moist and warm cave that was the human’s mouth, and would be gifted the expert swaying of a flexible tongue rolling against them, rubbing and pushing them around. It would even end up tickling the digits a little sometimes, especially when they would accidentally rub along his teeth. The pleasant tingling came back stronger for Nuri, who wiggled his toes from pleasure.

Once this foot was finished, the servant got to work with the second one, except that this one, he didn’t put the freshly cleaned sole on the ground. Instead, he took the initiative to lay it to rest on his shoulder, drying out from the coat of saliva covering them and making them glisten. He worshipped this second paw with the same ardour, if not even more, for another few minutes of shared pleasure from the dragon and his servitor.

After this second worship, the dragon was completely relaxed, and now had the pleasure to witness his clean and healthy toes wiggle and spread around with an astounding flexibility.

“Aaaah, I feel much better now, you’ve done a great job!” He exclaimed, teasingly splaying his toes at his servant one last time before retreating his feet from his grasp.

As he did so, he noticed Mike’s disappointed expression. The paradox of being a foot servant was that once you do a good job, you stop being able to serve your master’s feet, and Mike had just gotten aware of that.

“Don’t worry, something tells me you’ll be at them again…” Nuri reassured the human.

“I… I sure do hope so, haha…” Mike replied, hiding his reluctance behind a fake laugh.

Nuri’s feet were now flat on the ground right in front of him, like a cruel reminder that they were now out of the human’s grasp. Mike gave a last kiss to the top of each foot and finally broke contact with them.

“Hum… Thank you for requesting our services.” He said with a solemn bow right as he got up.

The dragon was surprised to see how professional and serious Mike had suddenly turned right after being completely submissive only a minute before, and especially compared to how shy and self-conscious he had appeared before the worship session. A slight sadness could still be seen in Mike’s gaze though, which propagated to Nuri a little bit. Despite how unconfident he looked, Mike had still done a great job, and he wanted to cheer him up, at least a little. The human turned around and headed towards the exit, when the anthro looked at the ground and got an idea.

“Hey!” He shouted as Mike who had just opened the door.

“Y-Yes?!” The human jumped in place, startled by the sudden scream. He turned out, thinking that he had made a mistake and was going to be yelled at.

But only the faint sound of fabric flopping onto his face was heard. Reflexively, he grabbed the thing that had invaded his face and took a look at it. His eyes widened.

“S-Sir, these are…” Mike started, incredulous.

“My socks, yes.” Nuri winked. “That’s your tip for doing such a great job. You can smell them until the next time we meet.” He finished.

A few seconds of silence passed, exactly the time that Mike took to register the information. Part of him wanted to give them back as he didn’t feel worthy of accepting this “Tip”, but the temptation was too strong, and he put the pair of socks in the pockets of his pants.

“Th-Thank you, sir! I hope Dragon worship service and co. met your expectations. Have a good day!” He said hastily, closing the door before Nuri could reply.

The dragon smiled and lifted up his feet, wiggling his big toes in front of him again and admiring how soft they now looked, compared to when they had been taken out of their socks.

“Yup, he really did a great job.”

THE END

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