Disclaimer: this story contains and explores a few themes that not everyone likes, such as girls with penises and foot fetish. If you're not into that and doesn't feel like experimenting, back off. If you are into it, however, then I welcome you. Have a lot of fun.


She could still hear them, feel their screams resounding deep within her soul.

The melody of their unified voices calling out her name. Her bandmates' names. The thrill of being up there in the stage, immersed in flashing, dancing lights; the impact that rose from her soles to her brain with every move, every stomp. The trembling of her eardrums every time that choir of thousands of voices sang the lyrics along with K/DA, which performed impeccably under the spotlights, each fluid move the result of daily hours of rehearsal.

It had been Seraphine's first live performance since joining K/DA. Every drop of sweat poured during the rehearsals had proven to be worth it. Every trip, every pant, every slip, every callus and cramp — worth it. All the mindless effort culminated on that night's flawless concert.

Thus, as she let her muscles rest on the mattress, facing the ceiling, Seraphine let out a sweet, satisfied sigh and smiled.

Now that the necessary breach had been given, the accumulated tiredness struck her all at once and her eyelids dropped down to a peaceful, well deserved sleep. After what could have been hours or minutes, however, Seraphine's sensitive ears caught the sound of knocks coming from the door. She opened her eyes and stretched, yawning the somnolence away as she forced herself to wake up. A time to process everything around her was taken, and then again, the sound of gentle knocks broke her confused state.

"Come in", Seraphine managed to mutter with a raspy voice.

The handle spun and the hotel door rotated open. From the lit-up hallway, an ethereal feline figure slithered into the room, silk sandals muting the sound of her feet. Ahri wore a blue, loose nightgown which somehow managed to accentuate and hide her curves at the same time. Her perfect smile seemed to shun the faint amount of sleepiness that still insisted on trying to claim Seraphine back; the girl sat up, eyes wide open, as the leader quietly closed the door behind her. Her cat ears were relaxed, furry tips pointing to the sides.

"Hi, sweetheart. Were you sleeping?"

Seraphine gasped. Ahri's voice… everything about her was incomprehensibly royal. "N-no! Not at all. Just… just resting my eyes."

"I just wanted to check on you." Ahri walked to the foot of the bed and sat on the soft mattress next to Seraphine's still booted feet. A chill spread across the girl's body. "I mean, it was your first live performance with us. And you were… absolutely brilliant."

Seraphine blushed, feeling her guts burn, and smiled shily while lowering her head. "I… Thanks, Ahri. I was nervous at first, but everything worked out, I guess…"

"Aren't you tired?"

"A bit… But I just took a nap, so I'm feeling quite rested. It's just… My muscles are sore, but a good night of sleep should fix that."

"I thought you said you weren't sleeping." A playful smirk curved Ahri's seductive lips.

Seraphine giggled embarrassedly, looking away, but then she felt a hand land on the leather of her thigh-high boots. "You didn't even take these off before napping? You really were tired."

"I… Yeah, I just lay down and turned off instantly, so…"

"Let me help you with this."

Before Seraphine could answer, the leader's slender fingers trailed their way across the shiny leather, searching for zippers. The girl watched, speechless, as Ahri slid them down and delicately pulled off her boots, one after the other, placing them cautiously on the floor. An instant relief enveloped her legs; the soothing freshness of the AC hugged her bare skin and promptly expelled most of the soreness that silently tortured her limbs. Seraphine felt a mix of awkwardness and embarrassment upon going barefoot next to the feline goddess who sat next to her, but every inch of the expression Ahri showed upon seeing her legs was positive.

"There, sweetie. Much better, isn't it?" Ahri said, touching the girl's calves so lightly she barely felt it.

Seraphine, with much effort, managed to shake the shyness away and smiled. "Y-Yeah!" she said happily, stretching and spreading her toes. "Thanks. Feels much fresher now."

Ahri's fingertip slowly touched Seraphine's big toenail, sliding across the blue, glossy color. "What a cute polish, sweetheart. Fits your tiny feet so well." The leader's other hand came from below, caressing her sole from heel to toe. "Oh… So, so smooth. I see you're taking good care of your body."

Seraphine's cheeks glowed in bright red, but the tender pleasure which derived from the woman's subtle touching overcame every last bit of nervousness. Ahri took her left foot in her hands and placed it on her lap, caressing it as something precious and fragile. "It's indispensable that you do so. A lot — if not most — of our success comes from our beauty. You know the industry. And you… You're doing a great job at making your body look and feel like an angel's."

"I… try…" Seraphine moaned when her sore foot was suddenly gifted with a delicious, expert massage. Ahri's fingers seemed to move magically, in a way it felt like every single portion of her foot was being pampered at the same time. "Hey, that feels good…"

"I'm a good leader, sweetheart", the woman said as her heavenly massage led Seraphine to the brink of a trance. "Did you think I'd leave my dedicated bandmates' poor feet aching all night? I always make sure to put everything I've learned at my massage lessons into practice after every concert. I need to make sure my mates' bodies will be able to perform impeccably the next day, and there's no such thing as a good dancing performance if your muscles are sore."

"Indeed…" Seraphine closed her eyes so Ahri wouldn't see them roll up in bliss. Her hands, her touch, her motions… Nothing felt human, but otherworldly. Being touched — massaged — pleased — by that being was something Seraphine's vocabulary could never describe. She could only enjoy it to the last bit and wish it would never end. "Ah, I… Thanks, Ahri. My feet were craving for a massage…"

"You were craving for a massage. I could feel the tension in your muscles from the other side of the door." Ahri quickly moved to the next foot, coddling it with all her love, bringing it very, very close to her face so she could see, feel and smell all the pain going away. Seraphine could feel her hot breath on her skin, and something deep inside her questioned if it was really necessary for Ahri's face to be so close to her foot — but fuck it. It felt so, so marvelous she felt like crying. The proximity, the intimacy towards her leader, her mentor…

What Seraphine didn't know she was waiting for finally came: Ahri, in a way somehow quick and gentle, brought the girl's bare foot closer and kissed it. Seraphine's mind tried to process the sensation, but it was something all too new and glorious for that to be achieved. The girl barely moaned — actually, she did nothing but gazing in awe as Ahri's fairylike lips glued and pressed against the soft skin of the arch of her foot, remaining there for a few seconds before backing off. The brief separation was despairing — Seraphine wanted more —, but that mouth soon came back, this time a bit more open, and pinched her flesh between its lips. A third, fourth, then a fifth kiss came, each more intense than the other; but it was the sixth kiss that made the blue haired girl sigh in incredulity towards that indescribable sensation. That kiss was wet and brought with it a moist tongue that trailed its way from the curvy arch to the pink toes, emerging from the open lips which soon shut close around two of the blue-polished toes, swirling around and in between them.

Softly, Ahri pressed her sharp teeth on Seraphine's smooth skin and slid to the tip of her toes, nibbling their fleshy bottom. A chill so intense her whole body quaked consumed Seraphine in her entirety. "Yes", she sighed, her back arching, having little control over her words. "Yes."

Ahri's mouth went from her pinky toe to her heel, leaving loving pecks on her skin, moisturizing it with saliva. Meanwhile, her long, pointy fingernails teased Seraphine from her thigh to her ankle with acute, harmless scratches that left white lines behind. Ahri's index fingernail provocatively dug its way beneath the girl's panties, already soaked under her dress, and pulled it back for a few seconds before letting it go and returning to her leg.

The toes of Seraphine's other foot squirmed on Ahri's lap, contorting in desire. Soon they were also brought up and wettened by the leader's arouse-inducing saliva, which now dripped from the girl's heels down to the mattress. Ahri's own excitement was huge, almost uncontainable, but not nearly as blatant as Seraphine's, whose fluids now soaked her panties to blackness.

Ahri's eyes half-opened, looking maliciously at the girl while her foot remained under her mouth's control. Seraphine, still exhaling and moaning, returned the gaze, and her expression was absolutely pleading. Begging for procedure; for more. Other parts of her body were anxious to feel Ahri's mouth too, and couldn't wait any longer.

But they would.

One of Ahri's hands let go of Seraphine and did something further below. With a sonorous flop, the leader's shaft, already covered in precum, hopped out of her panties. Ahri's hand held its base, maintaining the large erection pointing up, shaking and dangling it periodically. Seraphine could do nothing but stare avidly. Hungrily.

Ahri pushed Seraphine's feet down, towards her sex. Seraphine felt it: the moist, soft texture of a horny and swollen glans rubbing against her soles, impatiently pushing its way in between her toes, which were too small to wrap its thickness. The woman bit her lip strongly, and that dominant, fierce control got close to shattering. "Do you feel this?" Ahri purred, using Seraphine's feet to stroke herself. She let out a profound, loud moan as those inhumanly soft soles, deeply hydrated by sweat, saliva and precum, slid up and down her screaming erection. "Do you feel this on… ah… these angelic little feet of yours, darling?"

Her mind mostly numb, Seraphine released her feet from the leader's grasp and began moving them independently, using their outcropped tact to feel every possible centimeter of Ahri's majestic staff. The frontwoman moaned louder, panting heavily, her arousal too intense to bear, as if an extreme aphrodisiac gas had thoroughly filled the entire room. "I… do", Seraphine answered, taking the liberty to sneak her hand into her panties and touch her palpitating pussy. "Ah… I do, master. I feel it…"

When the word "master" left her mouth, Ahri gasped and suddenly got up. Her standing effigy rose before Seraphine, curvy mouth drooling, large chest inflating as she panted, her large, twitching penis emerging from the nightgown, dripping excitement onto the carpet. Ahri smirked upon looking at the girl's laying figure, her angelic face confused, tiny hand frozen in her panties, perfect legs retracted, her beautiful drenched feet bending inwards.

"'Master', I hear you say", the leader said as she put one knee on the mattress, getting slightly closer to the girl. Seraphine swallowed, but never in this world out of fear. No; she swallowed all that pent up saliva that had filled her watering mouth as soon as she laid eyes on Ahri's immaculate body.

And it only got worse — better — when the woman removed her gown, tossing it to the side, revealing a pair of unimaginably picture-perfect breasts which hard nipples seemed glossy from sweat, even though the room was freshened by an AC. "Yes", said Seraphine, pulling her legs towards herself. "Yes", she repeated, sluggishly crawling on all fours towards Ahri, closer and closer to that throbbing, faultless thing. "Master", she finished, intensely, firmly.

Ahri's hands grasped that precious head. "Open your mouth."

Seraphine smiled and obeyed, her slobbering tongue rolling out. "Aaaah—"

One single lunge, and Ahri was inside her throat.

The woman didn't moan. No; she screamed. Not caring for the fact that she was at a hotel, giving zero fucks for the other people who slept right next to her at that very moment. Ahri cared nothing, and yelled as loudly as her voice allowed her two. Her sharp nails clasped around Seraphine's scalp as her craving erection went in and out that tight throat. Her eyes teared up, more than the girl's, and she allowed herself to produce every unintelligible vocalization her body felt like producing. From high pitched whines to savage groans; from cries of lust to moans of pleasure. Ahri thrusted hard; she couldn't care enough for Seraphine's limits, but the girl seemed to love every second of it, gagging constantly, moaning and groaning in response, and never declaring the slightest intention of backing off.

"Yes", Ahri roared, marveling at the sensation, at the suction, at the wetness and tightness. She felt a cramp in her eyes upon rolling them too far up, but the pain only added to the maddening pleasure. "Oooooh, fuck yes. So good. Too good, I can't… Here I come. Here I fucking come. Take it."

Seraphine's eyes gouged open. An endless stream of hot semen spurted directly into her esophagus and there was nothing in the planet that felt better than that. Gratefully she took it, as commanded by her master. She took it all. From the first stream to the last lonely drop, she drank it, thankful.

The blankness in her mind, caused by the prolonged lack of air and the bliss of the moment, didn't let Seraphine hear Ahri's animalistic grunts. The woman repeatedly lunged herself into the girl's throat in sharp, strong thrusts, squeezing out every last drop of pent-up cum. Saliva dripped from her gaping mouth and fell everywhere, but Seraphine couldn't feel disgust for that spit falling onto her hair. She could feel nothing but arousal. She felt like she'd faint if she didn't breathe soon, but that was also stimulating — the thrill, the danger, the uncertainty. As much as she wanted to breathe, she didn't want that perfect dick to ever leave her throat. Ever.

But it eventually left. With all motions calmed down, Ahri slowly retreated, pulling herself out of that celestial mouth. Reason seemed to return to both of them, striking them at the same time — Seraphine began coughing strongly, gasping for air, while Ahri's knees weakened and she fell on the bed, wheezing. Minutes of lull followed that climax, until the girl could catch her breath and recover from whatever that had been.

Seraphine looked aside, to her leader's lying body. Ahri met her gaze and smiled; her hand still fondled her now flaccid intimacies. "Sorry, sweetheart. I lost control. It just felt… way too good to stand."

Seraphine smirked back and crawled towards her, lying down by her side. Her small hand caressed her leader's cheek, then she leaned forward and kissed those unbelievable lips. Ahri delivered herself to the moment, savoring her own taste still present in Seraphine's mouth.

"Well," the girl said, hand slithering down to Ahri's sex, "I would certainly like you to lose control some more tonight, if you don't mind."

Ahri's fingers found their way to Seraphine's panties, feeling the excessive humidity. "Of course." She pecked the girl's lips again. "I'm a good leader, after all. I can't leave my dear bandmates unsatisfied, right?"

Seraphine bit her lip and stripped from her panties as quick as she could. She established her knees on each side of Ahri's head, that gorgeous face directly below her dripping pussy. "Right", the girl said before sitting on her leader's face. "Right."