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Soles Owned, Twice Over

By KinkSaber

“If there are no further questions, class is dismissed.” The fire dragon announced as he pushed his slipped glasses back up his nose. “Don’t forget, your 10 page essay is due next week! Submission is online only. If you miss it, you better have a doctor’s note ready – college policy and all. It’s out of my hands, folks.”

As he expected, most if not all of his students immediately vacated the room. It was, after all, a 7AM class that nobody really wanted to be there for – including himself. And, of course, as expected, the coffee stall next to his class room was instantly met with a line of intellectual zombies who would not make their next lecture without an abundance of caffeine assistance.

“..Professor Ignis.” 

A voice surprised him. The fire dragon looked up to see a younger earth dragon by the lantern of his class. For a second, he felt a sudden stab in the depths of his soul, as if he should know this particular young earth dragon that he had never seen before.

“..Professor?” The earth dragon asked again when the fire dragon did not respond. There was something incredibly calming about this young earth dragon’s voice. Calming. Hypnotising. Enchanting, even. The fire dragon blinked, and the vision of the earth dragon’s face returned to him. Not in a hoodie and jeans, but a majestic prince, crowned by a golden circlet. He looked up to the earth dragon’s throne from the earth dragon’s feet.

Vivid, but it was too early for him to daydream. The fire dragon blinked again, and he was back in the lecture hall.

“Ah, yes. How can I help you?”

“Thought I lost you for a second there.” The earth dragon smirked. “I just wanted to ask if office hours are available later today. I have some questions about the course but I have another class I need to get to.”

“I mean, it’s the first day of a new semester.” The fire dragon was bemused. “But sure. I’ll be in my room for lunch, and after that I’m free until 3PM today, so you can drop by any time.”

“Thanks!” The earth dragon said enthusiastically. “I’ll catch you later, then!”

The fire dragon phased out for another half a moment. “Wait. What did you say your name was again?” 

He looked up, but it was too late. The room was already empty – and the smell of coffee was alluring to him, too.

—

Punctuality was a thing rarely seen in first year freshmens, so he was especially pleased when he saw the same earth dragon through the glass window of his door half past noon. He had just filled his stomach with some very yummy soup, and with his belly warmed, the fire dragon was ready to take on the second half of the first day of school.

“Professor Ignis.” The earth dragon greeted him politely, in a manner that seemed beyond his years. “Thank you for making time for me. I can’t tell you how excited I am to be in your class this year!”

“Calm down, it’s only Introduction to Arcane Magic.” The dragon laughed. “I’ll have you know that buttering me up won’t help with your grades. My teaching assistants will mark all of your term papers. I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name earlier.”

“My name is Terrasque.” The earth dragon said with a commanding tone. It was said with enough aura and weight that it stunned the fire dragon momentarily, although the fire dragon did not know why. “Terrasque Evergreen.”

“So, Mister Evergreen – what do you expect to get out of my class – and from Gaia Arcane Polytechnic?” The fire dragon asked, as if he was on autopilot. There was something about the earth dragon that wasn’t right. Something that his gut knew. No, not his gut. Not his phone. His soul knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t recall. Evergreen. Did he know anyone named Evergreen?

He had never offended anybody. He was a beloved professor for years. He had never gone out of his way to harm anyone. He had always offered to help every student who struggled, and the ones who had failed his class, he could count on a single hand. There shouldn’t be anyone who bore a grudge against him – so then why did he feel so out of place? The fire dragon’s focus waned as the moon in the sky.

“I just knew I had to get into your class. I’m a magic nerd, after all. Well, about your class – I did have a couple of questions.” The earth dragon sidestepped quickly. “But before that, I wanted to know – is it customary for Gaia Arcane Polytech to have such hot beefcake daddies for professors, or is it just you?” 

The sudden comment caught the fire dragon by surprise, and he fumbled. “That – uh, that is – that is not exactly – thank you, but that’s hardly, hardly appropriate, now, is it?”

The earth dragon smirked in a way like he knew exactly how to mess with the fire dragon.

“I guess it’s just you. Well, I suppose you’ve always looked good, haven’t you? A real feast for the eyes.” The young earth dragon said. His attitude and demeanor became more cocky, more conceited by the second. The fire dragon was dumbfounded. Not once in his long career had a student made a move on him like this, nor moved so fast. It was as if time was a very precious thing to Terrasque, and the earth dragon did not care to waste a second of it.

“I’m sorry, Mister Evergreen – but this is highly inappropriate conduct between a professor and his student.” The fire dragon tried hard to find his grounding, but what he discovered was that the rug had been pulled from under him again and again. Before he finished speaking, the earth dragon had removed the sandal from his foot and flopped it on his wooden desk. The fire dragon’s eyes glued to the surface. He breathed naturally, but even that was enough to catch the whiff of the earth dragon’s foot sweat, which had baked into the leather insole over many, many years. Salty. Musky. Sweaty to a fault. Full of youth and vigor. There was a nuttiness that he could not explain; and a scent of berries, leaf, and grass. It smelled like the forest after a rainy day. The fire dragon felt a dangerous shiver run up his spine and his groin burned hot.

“What’s the matter? You love the scent of my feet, don’t you?” The earth dragon said with confidence that he didn’t need anything to back up. “Push your face in and take a real breath.”

The fire dragon didn’t know what he was doing. As soon as he received permission from the earth dragon, his face plastered itself against the sweaty leather sole of the dragon’s sandal. His lungs filled itself with the sweaty scent of Terrasque’s feet, as if his body had been automated to do the young earth dragon’s bidding – and he made a desperate, pathetic whimper as the scent crept into the recesses of his mind. It was so familiar, and yet so new to his silly snoot. There was something inside him that said he should not only know the scent, but to respect it – worship it.

The fire dragon inhaled through his nose again and sighed with submissive content. Then, he snapped out of it, gasped, and pushed himself off the table with great force.

“What the hell was that?!” The fire dragon stomped to his feet. He quickly scanned the room for magic, but there wasn’t a single drop of mana in the air that was expelled from the earth dragon’s core. “What did you do?! This is not okay! This is not okay! The academy has very strict policies on – ”

“ -- On you being my personal foot slave?” The earth dragon interrupted. The fire dragon, upon the earth dragon’s voice, silenced himself, as if out of habit. As if out of reverence and deference. “Cut the crap. Strip off your shoes and present your soles. NOW.”

The fire dragon could not resist the commanding tone of the younger earth dragon. His ass fell right back into his chair, and as he lifted both feet onto the table, the fire dragon presented his soles on display with a good show of shoe strip, as demanded of him, and with two fingers he pinched the toe of his sock and slowly bared his fire dragon heels, then arches, and finally his dragonboy toes. For good measure, and as if by muscle memory, the fire dragon flexed his toes and spread them open, too. For his Master.

“Lick.” Terrasque spoke a simple word. It was his next command. The fire dragon could not resist, no matter how hard he tried. He watched in horror as his body acted on its own. His face lowered to where his feet were, and smashed into his own soft soles.

He never knew his feet felt so amazing on his own face. The way the smelled filled his head and the softness cradled his cheeks. Even though he thought he had callouses, the fire dragon was surprised to find that they were tender to the touch, and silky buttery smooth. He hesitated to follow the earth dragon’s demands, but his tongue crept out of his mouth like a rebellious snake, and began to lick both feet all the way from the heels to the toes that spread open as it neared.

The fire dragon couldn’t believe what was happening – or the favor of his own soles that filled his mouth. Sweaty, salty, but there was also a hidden sweetness and spicy aftertaste that lingered on his tongue.

“How did that taste?” The earth dragon asked with a grating smirk on his face. The fire dragon didn’t answer. He didn’t want to use any positive descriptions, but he also couldn’t just outright say it was gross. That it disgusted him, like any normal person would. He couldn’t. There was something inside him that told him it did not – and he didn’t like that part of him.

The silence did not irk Terrasque. In fact, it only made him feel giddy on the inside. The earth dragon knew exactly how to mess with the fire dragon. The defiance only fed into his sadism. His need to psychologically torture the one who deserved it so much.

“I asked a question, Professor.” The earth dragon repeated himself. “How did that taste?”

“..Fuck..!” The fire dragon felt his cheeks flush as he muttered under his breath. How was he so helpless before the earth dragon? How was he robbed of his ability to think, to feel, and to defend himself? None of this makes sense. He choked down his voice, but with a simple glare from Terrasque, he couldn’t help but open his mouth and offer the answer on a silver platter. “Good. My feet tasted good.”

“Heh. And do you know how I’m doing this, despite all your years of magic expertise?” The earth dragon asked once more.

“No.” The answer was simple and clean. “I don’t.”

“Because, Professor Ignis – your soul remembers. Your body doesn’t, your mind doesn’t, but your soul does.” The earth dragon said matter-of-factly. “In another world, in another time, in another life, Professor. You were a very, very bad boy. You’ve done some really bad things. You were cursed with immortality – to suffer for all eternity for your crimes.”

“That’s hogwash.” The fire dragon refused to believe the words that came from the earth dragon’s mouth. “You’re insane!”

“And yet, one eternity is not enough. You’ve taken so many lives, Professor Ignis, that one eternity is too light of a punishment. See, that’s why Mother Gaia and Father Oranos gave me this chance – this opportunity. I’m here to collect on a debt that you owe – so wake up now, Lavaetein. Wake up and pay your due. Wake up – and once again pledge your soles to be mine!”

—

Unwanted memories forced their way into the fire dragon’s brain. Unwanted, locked away, things that were supposed to be bleached out, but had long since permanently stained his soul with colors he did not care to look upon.

War. Death. Pestilence. Famine. He – Lavaetein – wasn’t just one horseman of the apocalypse. At the height of his reign he was all four, simultaneously the judge, jury, and executioner; respected and feared, but mostly feared, and largely loathed. Where he walked, only desolation followed – until the fateful day when the king of fire dragons was brought to his knees by tremendous sacrifices. 

Lavaetein recalled these memories as though he speed-read through the history books. As though millions of words were condensed into point form notes. Thousands upon thousands upon hundreds of thousands of years he was under the curse of the earth dragon, and the only one who kept him company was his equally immortal jailor – Terrasque; who through forbidden means gained a life as long and cursed as the fire dragon. The difference of their freedom was soon blurred when they both realized how trapped they were in the physical, mortal plane, forever out of reach of death.

The sudden recall slammed into Lavaetein like a heavy truck. It was enough to send him crashing down to the floor. His vision flashed with bright lights and his head pounded with a massive migraine that flooded his mind like a tsunami, and it was slow to recede.

The fire dragon pushed himself from the floor and choked on his own spit. His heart pounded as his entire body was filled to the brim with adrenaline, as if he just woke up from a frightening nightmare. His eyes were wide and his pupils dilated. He looked on in phenomenal fear as his mind registered the face of the young earth dragon who sat across the desk from him. He was paralyzed by Terrasque’s presence alone.

“So? Do you remember now, fuckbag?” The earth dragon kicked off his other sandal and rested both of his feet on the fire dragon’s desk. “How you entertained me for aeons. How the world ended with just the two of us.”

“It.. it can’t be.” The fire dragon whispered with a coarse voice. The memories returned, yes; but he was not the same dragon as the one in his memories. He was not the king of the fire dragons. He was Lavaetein Ignis, a simple arcane professor at the college. The fire dragon stood up with clenched fists. “That’s – that’s not me. That can’t be. It’s not possible!”

“Bow down before your king, fuckbag.” Terrasque said. The fire dragon fell to his knees, his forehead smacked into the wooden desk just inches away from the earth dragon’s feet. “See? It’s simple, isn’t it? How could I do that to you if your body and soul aren’t mine? I own you, fuckbag.”

“I don’t – I don’t understand!” The fire dragon cried out. There was too much information to process, and the persona that was hidden in his soul refused to come out. “I’m just a teacher! I’m no war lord! I – it – the histories don’t even line up! Whatever I saw just now is pure illusionary magic!”

He pleaded and bargained, but deep inside his head the fire dragon knew that his vision was true – even if it did not make sense. No. Not entirely correct. It made sense, even if he did not understand it. He tried his best to doubt everything the earth dragon said, but there was so little doubt to be had when he knew it in his heart that every word was true.

“You can ruminate while you worship me. Get back to your proper place, fuckbag.” The earth dragon crossed his feet at the ankles. In a moment, the fire dragon’s tongue was on his soles. Flatly. Broadly. Lavaetein pressed his entire tongue against the heels and inhaled through his mouth as he slurped it all the way to the top of the earth dragon’s toes. He inhaled with such enthusiasm that he once again choked – but that did not deter him from a second, third, and fourth lick. 

There was, however, something different. Something that the fire dragon couldn’t ignore. Something that was so right, but so wrong at the same time. The confusion on his face was clear as day, and the earth dragon chuckled at the sight of his dumbfounded servant.

“You’re not used to this, are you?”

“ – Licking feet? Who the hell would be?!” Professor Ignis’ side of the fire dragon protested, but even when he said that he quickly followed it up with another quick lap all around the earth dragon’s feet. Between his toes the tongue wormed. Something was off, and it wasn’t just how he worshipped the young earth dragon’s feet. He lapped it again and felt the tenderness in the pad of the earth dragon’s toes, and once more to feel the youthfulness in the arch of his sole.

It wasn’t how smooth the soles were. Terrasque took excellent care of his feet in both lifetimes. It wasn’t the taste. The sweet, tardy scent of berries were just as strong as ever, and the salty, sweatiness that suffocated Lavaetein made him feel just at home. He moved his head to lick upwards, and then he hung his mouth open, as if he waited for the toes to enter from above – and then it hit him.

“Having a body, fuckbag. You were nothing more than a mouth and a tongue waiting to be used; and now you got a whole ass body to pilot that mouth.” The earth dragon said. “At least you’re putting it to good use. You should be grateful for my grace.”

The earth dragon lifted a foot and smacked the fire dragon across the face. Not gently, but not rough. Playful, but hard enough for it to be a warning.

“Hey!” The fire dragon turned his head. Though his hand was free, he did not lift it to rub his face – as if he was so used to it when he was just a head.

“Unless you prefer that I fix your body the way it was.” The earth dragon threatened. “I rather like the chairs of this world – so comfortable, unlike the stiff, cold metals of the old one; but if you insist on being furniture for my ass, all you must do is ask.”

Lavaetein felt a chill throughout his entire body. Cold as ice. As if he had been dropped into subzero coolant. The frostiness bit into him, and reminded him all over again what it felt like that time his body was torn muscle from bone from blood.

“I thought not, fuckbag.” Terrasque chuckled with a wickedness in his voice. “My magic is millennia old. Yours have withered away, fuckbag. You may be a touch more adept than the average dragon in this world, but it is barely a drop in the ocean that is mine. Do you grasp what I’ve said?”

“..Yes.” The fire dragon replied. He understood that he had already lost the battle before it began. He bowed his head at the earth dragon’s feet and kissed it in submission. The moment he did, more memories flooded his head. Not memories of events, but rather memories of feelings, emotions, and his subservience to the earth dragon that he had once pledged himself to. His loyalty. His submission. His everything.

Ignis blinked several times and his old self returned. The king of the fire dragons, and not the meek professor that was born into that body. They were two, and they were one. They were the same. Synced, as the first and second half of the same book read in sequence. Lavaetein remembered all that he was and who he used to be.

He gasped sharply, then looked up to see his Master, then around him, and then he looked down to see his arms, body, and legs. His hand shook. The feeling of them was foreign. It had been so long. He looked up again and saw the slightest displeasure on the earth dragon’s face. He quickly bowed again, until his forehead touched the sole of the earth dragon’s feet.

“Master. It is good to see you again.” He spoke. “I hope you’ve been well.”

“Ah. So it did take some time for you to surface.” The earth dragon said with satisfaction. “So? How did you enjoy your forty-odd years of freedom from your Master?”

“Undeserved.” The fire dragon said with trained submissive indignation. “Not a day goes by that I feel whole without my one and only Master.”

“Liar.” The earth dragon laughed. “But you know I love how you’d kiss my ass just to kiss my feet. Tell me more of your pleasant lies, fuckbag.”

“It is the truth.” The fire dragon said without hesitation. It was hard to discern whether it was the truth or if the fire dragon had been beaten so thoroughly into submission that he believed the words from his mouth. “I crave to be under your soles, Master, which is my rightful place. I longed to feel your fingers and tongue upon my – upon the fire dragon soles that belong to you, Master. I longed to pleasure you with them. It has been far too long, Master. I wish you’d – I wish for you to enjoy them once again at – at your leisure.”

“How I’ve missed that filthy, sweet-nothing mouth on you, fuckbag. Now, strip for me, and let me inspect your new body.” The earth dragon commanded. 

The fire dragon tore the shirt and suit pants off of himself without care, without regard for consequences. His underwear was next. Shredded between his claws as he ripped it from his groin. In mere seconds, the fire dragon was as naked as the day he was born. 

Terrasque smiled and took a good, hard look. He spun his finger around, to which Lavaetein took to turn around slowly as his body was admired by the twenty-odd years old student.

“Flex.” The earth dragon demanded, and Lavaetein obeyed. He lifted his arms and tensed his body. His muscles bulged – as did his shaft when the earth dragon approached and caressed him all over. Dark verdant met with igneous crimson when their skin met. Terrasque traced his finger against the proud muscle on the fire dragon’s body and squeezed the arms wherever he damn well pleased. Firm and strong. Lavaetein did not neglect his physical training in this life, and it pleased him much. 

The earth dragon then leaned forward and kissed the fire dragon’s nipple. His tongue lapped against the top, and a moan escaped inelegantly from Lavaetein’s mouth.

“..Sensitive?” Terrasque asked.

“Very, Master.” Lavaetein bit the bottom of his lip to restrain himself, but a second lip made him cave immediately. A kiss from his Master’s lips, then a playful, devious bite. “Aaah..!”

“Hmph.”

Terrasque moved on with his hands at the fire dragon’s waist. The abs were spectacular. He had never seen Lavaetein’s naked body before, given that his own father had turned the ex-king of the fire dragons into an abomination. His abs, waist, and groin was nothing to sneer at. Then, of course, there was Lavaetein’s aroused shaft.

“You have not used this yet, have you?” The earth dragon said accusingly. “Do you have a wife and children?”

“N-no. Of course not, Master. This useless thing is yours.” The fire dragon said, but couldn’t help with the blush that spread across his cheeks. “I would not use it without your permission, Master.”

“..Liar.” The earth dragon took it between his fingers and gave it a taste. There was a violent and immediate twitch, and the fire dragon’s shaft became twice as stiff. The fire dragon, it seems, was at least eager enough. He went further and tapped the fire dragon’s leg. “Whatever. Lift.”

While he stood on one foot, Lavaetein lifted the other until his heel touched his butt, which was also the height of the earth dragon’s face when he knelt down. He felt the earth dragon push his nose between those toes and took a whiff. It was another familiar, calming sensation. The feeling of Terrasque’s greedy huffs between his toes made the fire dragon feel more relaxed than anything ever had.

Like the foot toy that he is.

“Hmph. A little rough, to be honest – you haven’t been taking care of these for me, fuckbag.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” The fire dragon gulped. He did not care to incur the earth dragon’s wrath. “I should have known better. I should have prepared them daily for you, even if I did not know it.”

“I do love how you make me cringe.” The earth dragon shuddered with pleasure. “Tell me more, fuckbag.”

“I – uh.” Lavaetein searched the memories in his new life. What could he possibly use to please his Master? He gathered himself, and began again. “I – I’m happy to report that – these fire dragon soles are – um.. Deathly ticklish. If it would please Master, perhaps – perhaps they could be punished with several hours of merciless tickling.”

“Hours?” Terrasque bursted out in laughter. “Hours? Hours are merely the blink of an eye for you and me, fuckbag. Try again.”

“Until I collapse, Master.” The fire dragon’s erection was unmistakable and unmissable now. He craved for his soles to be touched. “If it would please Master – perhaps these dragon soles can be tickle tortured while I scream for your amusement. Until I piss myself like the old fool that I am. Until I pass out from exhaustion. Until my lungs burn like fire. Scratched by Master’s hands and raked by brushes with toes tied back. Tickled until they’re pink and sweaty, just the way Master likes them. Until death would seem like a better alternative. And then, if it would please Master – to tickle them some more.”

The earth dragon shoved the fire dragon back into the chair, and when Lavaetein fell back, Terrasque brought his bare foot up and stomped on the fire dragon’s cock. Grinded it against the soft cushion of the seat where the fire dragon’s ass sat on. The fire dragon did not dare to move, but he couldn’t help that his thighs tightened and pushed together with great pleasure.

“Oh yeah? And why would I do that?” He asked with a cocky smirk on his face. “Tell me why, Lavaetein, you pathetic excuse of a dragon.”

“..Because – because they belong to you, Master.” The fire dragon strained to speak. It took all he had to focus on speaking. “Gag my mouth. Cage my cock. Blind my eyes and deafen my ears. I will gladly suffer any of your sadism to prove these soles exist only for your pleasure. I had pledged them to you once, and they are yours. Your toys. Your objects. Your fuckbags. Not mine, but yours. Always and forever.”

“Speak the pledge again.” Terrasque tipped the fire dragon’s chin upwards, until their eyes met. “Speak it with the tainted, inconsequential mana in your voice. Speak the eternal vow – and doom them to their demise all over again!”

“Yes, Master.” The fire dragon felt the heat of his fire dragon heritage rise within him. His body was hot, as was his blood and passion in servitude to his Master. He gathered the mana in his body and focused it on his throat, where he would concede his body and soul to the earth dragon with the chant that he had once spoken so long ago.

“I wholeheartedly relinquish these fire dragon soles to you, Master. I wholeheartedly surrender them to you. Of my own accord, I wholeheartedly forfeit the ownership of them to you.”

“Now, speak your name. Speak your name and give them to me!” The earth dragon breathed in the twinkle of magic that showered the two dragons as the spell sealed Lavaetein’s fate once again.

“For the name of my soul is Lavaetein, and I swear upon my name, and the name of Gaia the earth mother, and Oranos the sky father, and the name of my eternal Master Terrasque, be he emperor, prince, or Evergreen – that these fire dragon soles belong to you, in whole and in part, in name and in law, in this world or the next, now and forever; let no power in the heavens or the hells ever separate them from your ownership.”

Terrasque lifted the fire dragon’s head to his own, and planted a kiss on his old enemy’s lips. The heat of the fire dragon’s flames passed from Lavaetein’s chest into his mouth, and Terrasque gulped down the golden vow to seal the deed; and there it was done; their souls bound, intertwined in destiny and fate for all of their lifetimes, as much as the fire dragon’s soles will be bound for the many days and nights to come.

“Very good.” The earth dragon smacked his lips together and licked them. He tasted his own feet on them, just the way the fire dragon’s lips should be stained. The dragon stepped back, and tapped his bare foot on the floor. He nodded towards it. The fire dragon immediately fell to his knees, his lips pressed with a kiss on the top of each of Terrasque’s toes.

“What will you have me do first, Master?” The dragon said with a humbled voice.

“..Keep them nice and toasty for me, won’t you?” The earth dragon threw the sandals to the ground, where he slipped his feet into them. “I trust you remember how I like them roasted and helpless. Ah, yes. Let’s start with a stroll down memory lane – and then, there are so many new things we can try in this world. Isn’t that right, fuckbag?”

“Yes, Master.” The fire dragon moaned. His toes clenched with excitement, as his cock twitched. The thought of the return of his Master’s tongue was enough for a single drop of his milk to leak through the tip of his shaft. The days where his shaft still reigned with freedom was numbered, as were the days his soles were free of the torment of a brush.

He could not wait for his Master to actively own those fire dragon soles once more.

=The end=