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The first part of history | SECOND | THIRD
Rynthara took in a deep breath to ready herself, petting Crytrauv’s wrist with her toes to signal her readiness for this strange thing called massage. It heated her blood, unraveled her thoughts, and worst of all, it confirmed her instinctive crave to be touched, fondled, rubbed by another in all the ways she—and other dragons—could not. She despised this primordial flaw, to the point where she employed Crytrauv’s services to better understand its extent and, hopefully, find a way to control it.
Only…there was a flaw in Rynthara’s plan to behave, for lack of a better word, normal, namely Crytrauv’s cunning and most thorough touch. With her hind paw surrendered to him, the arctic fox wasted no time in squeezing her broad paw pad, maintaining blissful pressure as his thumbs traveled to its edges and back to the center. Her toes followed next, each squeeze, every caress more intense than the last.
Although his technique relied on his fingertips the most, the arctic fox never failed to make use of his whole hand, engulfing Rynthara’s paw in the warm, pleasant grip of his palms, rubbing its rougher texture against her smooth, receptive pads. His fingers eased between Rynthara’s fanned toes, forcing them to clench inwards, silver claws finding purchase upon Crytrauv’s wrist.
“Don’t mind the claws. They have the habit of emerging when stimulated,” Rynthara cooed. Her frame tensed, wings rustling at her sides with pent-up eagerness to roll forward and put a stop to the arctic fox’s doing. But would that make her situation better, or worse? If she simply endured through this foot massage, Crytrauv wouldn’t suspect a thing, let alone laugh at how sensitive Rynthara’s paw pads could be.
This in-built weakness had been tormenting Rynthara since her hatchling days. Ticklish pads, her sister used to call her. Compared to the tip of her claws dragging along Rynthara’s feet, Crytrauv’s hands felt comforting, reassuring, even…. pleasant.
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The first part of history | SECOND | THIRD
Rynthara took in a deep breath to ready herself, petting Crytrauv’s wrist with her toes to signal her readiness for this strange thing called massage. It heated her blood, unraveled her thoughts, and worst of all, it confirmed her instinctive crave to be touched, fondled, rubbed by another in all the ways she—and other dragons—could not. She despised this primordial flaw, to the point where she employed Crytrauv’s services to better understand its extent and, hopefully, find a way to control it.
Only…there was a flaw in Rynthara’s plan to behave, for lack of a better word, normal, namely Crytrauv’s cunning and most thorough touch. With her hind paw surrendered to him, the arctic fox wasted no time in squeezing her broad paw pad, maintaining blissful pressure as his thumbs traveled to its edges and back to the center. Her toes followed next, each squeeze, every caress more intense than the last.
Although his technique relied on his fingertips the most, the arctic fox never failed to make use of his whole hand, engulfing Rynthara’s paw in the warm, pleasant grip of his palms, rubbing its rougher texture against her smooth, receptive pads. His fingers eased between Rynthara’s fanned toes, forcing them to clench inwards, silver claws finding purchase upon Crytrauv’s wrist.
“Don’t mind the claws. They have the habit of emerging when stimulated,” Rynthara cooed. Her frame tensed, wings rustling at her sides with pent-up eagerness to roll forward and put a stop to the arctic fox’s doing. But would that make her situation better, or worse? If she simply endured through this foot massage, Crytrauv wouldn’t suspect a thing, let alone laugh at how sensitive Rynthara’s paw pads could be.
This in-built weakness had been tormenting Rynthara since her hatchling days. Ticklish pads, her sister used to call her. Compared to the tip of her claws dragging along Rynthara’s feet, Crytrauv’s hands felt comforting, reassuring, even…. pleasant.
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