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Wooo, it's been awhile, but I finally got around to posting this story I wrote for Ahastar of his beautiful lizardfolk female Slandriss and her copper intern of my creation, Thamtin. Warning: This story contains rather heavy trampling, foot worship, and the victims happen to be rather young. Read at your discretion.
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An Internship
by Timanth
“Good morning class!” The white lizard said cheerfully to the assembled students before her. As the class was an elementary one, all of the seated pupils were no more than fourteen summers old, and most were a little younger. Thamtin noticed with interest that they were a multitude of colors, ranging from pure white down to the darkest black and every color in between, unlike the generally tan/brown colors among the people of his desert homeland. Same species, different environments, different coloration, the scholar mused. He almost missed his cue as Slandriss proclaimed to the class, “I have someone to introduce today. Class, say hello to Thamtin! He will be my intern for this school term, and has arrived from a very faraway land in order to study our forms of magic.”
Blushing lightly at the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' coming from the assembled class, the bronze lizard belatedly stood, sketching a light bow to the assembled youngsters.
“I am pleased to meet you all...I've heard that Slandriss is a real master, and hope that I can learn a lot from her.”
The albino mage gave a throaty chuckle that Thamtin had to double-take on, sure that he had heard something besides wry amusement in that laugh, “I will try not to disappoint you, Thamtin. Now, class, please turn to page 35 of your textbooks: Fire and Water, Elemental Opposites.”
Settling down to watch the mistress of magic teach, Thamtin leaned back in his chair and stretched his long, leanly-muscled legs, curling his leather-shod toes in satisfaction. Slandriss did not disappoint him. With fascination, and a little awestruck worship, the bronze foreigner watched marvel upon marvel unfold in front of him. She formed miniature waves for demonstration in a basin of water for her students, only to scale them up to full-sized whitecaps on the school's lake. She called forth an indoors hurricane which buffeted his white-tipped crest, rearranging his neat scholar's comb into a wild tangled warrior's mat. A fireball singed the rims right off his rounded rectangular glasses when it flew by too close for comfort, leaving him with a pair of welded-on rimless spectacles. And of course, he thought he had gone mad with everyone else in the building when the magic-induced earthquake sent the resident priestess Xia running, proclaiming that the end of the world had come. Needless to say, after finding out the source of the quake the high priestess stalked off in a fit, muttering rather crude comments about irreverence. The episode left Thamtin shaken as he stood up from where he'd been thrown on the ground by the shaking, but grinning dryly with ironic humor.
The copper reptile was in the middle of staring, hypnotized, at the piece of crystallizing lava Slandriss was solidifying when she abruptly clapped her hands, letting the lava drop back into the void from whence it came. Looking at the clock, she traced a marking sigil in her textbook and clapped it shut, “Okay, class, that's enough for today. Remember to read pages 98 through 143 by week's end.” Thamtin almost, but not quite, missed the sight of the female lizard licking her lips with a sinuous jet black forked tongue, “Now...let's play the name game...”
The class suddenly tensed, for a reason the bronze reptile could not fathom. Name games were common, weren't they? And in the end, everyone got to go...the teachers usually announced who they wanted to see after class before the game. Yet as the albino witch stopped at each student’s seat and tapped his hand or petted her feathercrest, slowly saying their name, it seemed that the student breathed a sigh of relief, darting out of the classroom in a hurry. The names rolled on, and Thamtin smiled politely as he waited for the last student to leave. But there was no leavetaking with the last student. As the others filed out of the classroom, a blue male remained, one who, the copper-scaled lizard noted to himself, had been particularly troublesome during class.
“Ahh...Zrinan...it seems like such a coincidence, you always being chosen last,” Slandriss purred, an almost sensual tone entering her voice. Thamtin could see the azure youngling visibly shiver in his seat, squirming under the emerald gaze of the powerful witch.
“Come...” She said, taking him by the arm and almost dragging him from his seat, “We will have a nice little talk about your recent behavior...”
As the white lizard pulled her student out of the classroom, Thamtin sat, shaking his head, bemused at the little show that had gone on. It was quite obvious that a strong, unspoken exchange of emotions had gone on between teacher and student, part of which was fear, but why? Piqued with curiosity, he decided that he would follow Slandriss the next time she had a student stay after class.
He did not have long to wait.
The next day, class resumed as usual, although Thamtin noticed that the class was unusually subdued, and that Zrinan skulked at the back of the classroom. And no matter how the visiting scholar tried, he could not get a clear view of Zrinan's face; it was always somewhat obstructed in some way or another, by a textbook or a raised handclaw. Interest aroused even more, the metallic-colored visitor resolved to follow Slandriss if she took a student that day. At a discreet distance, of course...it would not do for an intern to suddenly fail to show up the next day only to have his ashes discovered in some remote location.
So lost on his musing was he that he failed to notice the albino schoolteacher calling his name until the second time she did so. Shaking his head slowly, he snapped out of his reverie and turned his attention to the mistress of magic.
“You were drifting off again,” She chided softly, “Any more idling and I'm going to have to send you to time out,” the teacher said with a soft twist of her lips. Flustered by her half-flirting behavior, Thamtin hastily stood up from his chair.
“Is there anything you would like me to do, ma'am?” He inquired politely.
“Yes...why don't we show the class what a little teamwork can accomplish? I will create a column of water,” She gestured at the large pool of water she had moved into the classroom for this purpose, “And I want you to supply a little lighting. We will need to maintain contact. Ready?”
Extending a leather-sheathed arm, she gently grasped her intern's wrist with her hand, pressing her talons lightly against his scaled hide. He gasped involuntarily as an electric tingle passed up his arm and through his body, although he was sure it was not from the magic bridge that had just formed between them. Not seeming to notice what had just happened with her visitor, the white lizard looked across at her spell partner and smiled encouragingly.
“Just relax,” She soothed, “And let the magic flow between us.”
Closing his eyes, Thamtin tried to forget the intimate distance between him and the beautiful schoolteacher. Finding that shutting out her stunning image helped, he allowed his stiff muscles to relax, and gradually, he felt the familiar tug of magic flowing from his body. Except this time it was flowing two ways. Whereas normally the flow of magic would go from his body to whatever medium he was working with, this time it diverted, half flowing to the pool of water and half draining into his mentor. Likewise, he could feel some of the magic from the green-crested female flow into his body, mixing with his source. It was not an unpleasant sensation, and he could feel a smile beginning to curl at his lips.
“Now,” The sensual voice of his mentor whispered into his ear after a few moments, her muzzle leaning over his shoulder, “Open your eyes, and see what we have wrought.”
He obeyed, and audibly gasped at what he saw. A magnificent shaft of water stood before him, rising right out of the miniature pool, shedding drops of water like crystal rain. As if reading his thoughts, the whispering voice continued, “Look closer, Thamtin, and look at what you have done.”
Following the instructions given by the sinuous voice, the intern squinted, and let out another hissing gasp. Dancing among the droplets of fluid were tiny motes of light, turning the frozen waterfall into a sparkling chandelier of incandescence. It was simply dazzling, the light seeming to shimmer and sparkle, never standing still as the falling droplets of water refracted its brilliance every which way.
The white-crested lizard was still staring at the magical marvel before him when the construct shattered, destroyed by a flat, black stone that landed at his feet. Blinking his eyes a little as the afterimage of the glowing waterfall faded, he felt a wave of anger pass over him, and instinctively began casting a spell to identify who had wrecked their creation. But the rage quickly passed, and he reminded himself to allow Slandriss to handle the unruly child, knowing the master mage would also know who had thrown the rock. Indeed, he could see one clawed hand had drifted behind her back where the students could not see it and was busily drawing tiny glowing sigils. But even without magic it was easy to tell which group had planned the assault, if not who had actually thrown the rock. Looking around the classroom, he spied a group of three younglings, black, blue, and green, snickering in the back. "Slandriss has a new boooooyfriend..." his ears made out. Surprisingly, Zrinan was not one of them, Thamtin noted. The blue male was seated off to one side, watching impassively at the entire scene. Again, his face could not be seen, this time blocked by a hanging vine.
The bronze lizard looked across at the schoolteacher, who had finished her small spell and whose eyes were closed, hissing softly as if controlling inner anger. When her eyes opened, the emerald irises burned with intense emotion, although anger comprised only a small part of the mix.
“That will be all, class,” She said coldly, her voice chilling Thamtin's blood, “Be sure to find yourself a partner in this class as we will be practicing teamwork tomorrow. Also, be sure to read the small section on magic with multiple casters on page 146.
“Now,” She continued softly, a dangerous edge in her voice, “Let's play the name game.”
Again, Thamtin noticed the tension in the air, even thicker than the day before, doubtless because of the day's incident. The teacher breezed through the names of those who it was clear had nothing to do with the thrown stone, barely even pausing as she rattled off the names of the innocent. Zrinan, the copper scholar noticed, slunk out of the room with a relieved look on what the intern could see of his face.
Only the trio of students were left. They no longer snickered, their faces marked with visible terror as Slandriss stalked up to them. She simply stood there for a moment, and for the first time since Thamtin set eyes upon the female witch he feared her, just for an instant. But that feeling soon passed, replaced by awe for the massive amount of power that resided within her graceful body, unseen but felt by all. Thamtin felt no small amount of just satisfaction as he saw the students almost melt with fear in their seats. Slowly, the mistress of magic raised a hand, pointing a sharp index claw at the rightmost student.
“Sshakr,” She purred, voice thick with satisfied malice. The student almost fell over himself rushing out the door, and Thamtin smiled grimly at the sob of relief that drifted back a few seconds later.
“Namisht,” the white lizard whispered, almost caressing the green female's crest, and another trembling student fled down the hallway.
Only one remained, the black male. He was, the bronze scholar noticed, a little larger, perhaps older than the other two. A typical ringleader, and Slandriss' spell had identified him as the caster of the stone. Probably thought he could hide if there were multiple targets, thought the copper male, too bad he was wrong.
“Well, Jor!” Slandriss exclaimed in mock surprise at the terrified student, “I must say I'm quite shocked. I thought that after our last little talk about throwing stones in class you might have learned better. I suppose we'll have to have a...longer talk then.”
The black lizard student, Jor, was now almost curled up into a ball in his seat, trying to shrink as far away from the green-crested mage as was possible. But the albino schoolteacher simply reached out a clawed hand and slowly pried one arm free, pulling the ebony youngling behind her. Screeching out in abject terror, the student dug his heels into the ground, but was only dragged, stumbling, out after the witch.
Thamtin remained for a moment, contemplating this very vocal exchange, before rising to his broad feet and padding out slowly after her. He dared not follow too fast for fear of discovery, and placed his steps carefully, clearing the ground of any noise-making debris before setting his leather-clad sole slowly down. The bronze scholar followed the heel marks of the struggling student as he was dragged through the grass, and eventually came upon a small forest of trees. Edging his way carefully among the foliage, still mindful of every step even with the muffling quality of wet leaves, he heard a voice ahead. It was the distinctively seductive voice of Slandriss, and it spurred him on, driven with curiosity.
He paused before a gap in the trees, slowly extending his head forwards to look between the trunks. The copper intern barely restrained the gasp that threatened to push free from his throat. Slandriss stood in the middle of the clearing, as beautiful and enigmatic as ever. But that was not what drew his attention. Underneath her feet was Jor, shackled to the ground by two metal hoops wrapped around his wrists and driven into the earth. The graceful white lizard stood upon his stomach, staring down at him with her piercing green gaze.
“So, Jor,” She purred maliciously down at the painfully whimpering youngster beneath her, “You like breaking things, do you? Well, guess what? I like breaking things as well...”
As Thamtin looked intently at the scene before him, his mind dimly registered that she was wearing a different pair of footwear from those of the day before; she was wearing dark brown leather today, streaked with swirls of forest green paint, whereas yesterday she wore pure black studded with metal.
He watched as the schoolteacher raised her left foot, skillfully balancing all her weight on her right. Estimating from her body shape, height, and the added mass of her boots, Thamtin guessed that there was at least 185 pounds balanced on the helpless student's stomach, who weighed at most 65 pounds, beneath her. It was no small wonder, then, that a fountain of vomit erupted from Jor's muzzle and splashed onto the grass. The peeking scholar winced a little, sympathizing with the young black's pain, yet was somehow also intrigued and fascinated with the way Slandriss worked her student. He looked up to her face, and saw that a small, smug smile had formed there, somehow giving an illusion that she was wearing an expression of slow, sexual pleasure. Or was it an illusion? As he pondered this, she began to speak again.
“You know that feeling, don't you? The feeling of shattering something into a thousand little pieces, be it a magical column of water or someone's pride...”
At that last word the graceful mistress of magic swiftly set her left foot down between Jor's ebony legs while quickly lifting her right, transferring all of her weight to the unfortunate youngling's crotch. Thamtin was sure that if the little boy's head could have jerked upwards in violent surprise then it would have. Instead, a strange cry, somewhere between a strangled scream and a “hnnngh” sound emerged from the young muzzle as his unrestrained legs jerked upwards, toes clenching and unclenching, a jet of clear yellow urine spurting from between the green-swirled brown toes that pinned the frail flesh down and lightly staining the leather darker. Back behind the concealing trees, the copper scholar winced again, harder, in sympathy of the youngster's pain and humiliation.
Purring softly in satisfaction, the albino schoolteacher continued talking to, or rather, thought Thamtin, mocking, her student, “It feels nice, doesn't it? I guess you and I have more in common than you thought...”
The bronze lizard watched, almost transfixed, as his mentor began to slowly walk up the length of Jor's body, placing one leather-shod foot in front of the other, making sure that the entire length of his body from crotch to neck had been covered at least once by her clothed feet. She stopped with her right foot planted squarely at the top of her student's chest, his neck firmly grasped between two toes. Her left foot was directly behind, the heel pressing mercilessly on his empty belly. Thamtin could see that Jor was having huge difficulty breathing, and he thought it was fortunate for the black youngster that Slandriss chose that moment to step off of him, briefly putting all her weight on his choking neck as her left foot lifted before her right foot cleared his body as well.
“Unfortunately, I have a prior engagement,” She told the student lying next to her feet, “Otherwise we might have had much more time for this pleasant talk.”
Gesturing casually with her hands, the white female stalked off through a different path in the trees. Thamtin sighed silently to himself in relief, glad that she had not chosen to use the path he had just taken. He watched as Jor slowly pulled his hands free of their shackles and curled into a silently whimpering ball, clutching his belly and battered crotch. The scholar, deciding that he had found out to his satisfaction what had happened to Zrinan the day before, drew back and silently slipped back through the trees, pondering what he had just seen as he headed to his temporary home in the jungle city.
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“Good morning class! Say welcome back to Thamtin!”
The intern bowed slightly to the class as a chorus of welcome echoed around the classroom. As he looked around the classroom, he saw that a violet female was skulking in the back, always hidden by the students in front of her. Smiling wryly to himself now that he knew exactly the cause for the skulking, he returned his attention to his first mentor. Despite having been transferred to various different classes over the course of his internship, some of which were quite interesting, Thamtin had found that his thoughts continued to revolve around the enigmatic Slandriss and her...unusual habits. Images of the alluring lizard mistress had returned to his mind again and again, most vividly those of her booted feet pressing Jor's body into the earth. What she had done to the lizard student should have been repulsive, an abuse of her authority. Yet the bronze scholar felt no sense of disgust; instead, he felt a certain fascination for the way the mage gracefully worked her victim under those leather-bound feet, as well as a certain satisfaction at the punishment the unruly student had received. And he could not help but feel attracted to the mysterious witch who spoke to him in so sensual a voice.
It was for that reason that he had sent a messenger bird back to his homeland with an order for a special package which had arrived a few days ago. The contents of the package were nothing special in themselves, but they might carry deeper meaning for the albino schoolteacher. At least, that is what Thamtin hoped. If not, then at least they would make a good thank-you gift for the one who had taught him so much about magic. As he idly stroked his bookbag, he admitted silently to himself that he hoped today would be a day that the white witch decided to work another student beneath her feet.
The class passed quickly, Thamtin almost too distracted to pay attention to what the master mage was doing. Slandriss seemed not to notice, though, almost unconsciously catching the slips the bronze lizard made in his spells, deftly putting him back on the right track. A little ashamed at his immaturity, he resolved to focus just as Slandriss marked her textbook and clapped it shut.
“That will be all for today. Szint, I would like you to stay after class. The rest of you are dismissed.”
That's odd, Thamtin thought as most of the class streamed out of the room, she didn't play the name game today. He took a long look at the student who remained behind. The youngling was a light blue, and from her body shape and size the copper intern guessed her to be about twelve in age. Interesting enough, she was cowering and squirming in her seat long before Slandriss' intimidating frame loomed above her. What came next from her scaly lips surprised the scholar even more.
“Please, mistress...” She whimpered, trying to curl into as small a ball as she could, “You promised! Never unless we were at home...”
“I know...” The mage positively purred with anticipation, stroking softly over the young female's crest, “But there is someone I would like you to meet today...”
Taking Szint's hand, the white witch pulled the azure student behind her. Unexpectedly, she did not resist the teacher and meekly followed after her, leaving Thamtin quite bemused at what had just happened. It would appear, he mused, that our resident witch has more to her character than I originally thought. Smiling to himself slightly, he retrieved his bag from under his chair, rose from his seat and softly followed after the pair, heart beating slightly faster in anticipation.
The walk through the forest seemed shorter as his excitement drove him on. Memory guiding him, he soon returned to the gap in the trees where he had first looked upon Slandriss trampling Jor underfoot. Sticking his eyes cautiously to the gap between the trunks, he looked out upon a scene much like that which he had first witnessed.
Szint lay on the ground, whimpering softly but not attempting to break free of the metal bonds that held her wrists down. Slandriss stood beside her, looking down upon her victim with a lustful expression on her face. Thamtin noticed that it was much more pronounced than when the beautiful mage had trampled Jor. Inevitably, the scholar's eyes were drawn downwards to her feet, and he noticed that her footwear had changed yet again. Now, the boots she wore were snow white in color and carried no adornment other than simple leather straps that bound them to her legs. Perhaps bleached from the hide of an already-white animal, he thought.
There were no lessons this time, no reprimands or words of punishment. The white lizard simply lifted her right foot, purring softly to herself, and set her heel between Szint’s legs. Seeing what she was about to do, and clearly having experienced it before, the little youngling whimpered harder and curled her toes in anticipatory pain, “Please mistress…not out here…”
Calmly ignoring the young student’s cries, Slandriss began to lean forwards onto her heel, slowly sinking the snow-white leather into her pupil’s cloaca. Watching from behind the trees, Thamtin could not help but let out a quickly-muffled hiss of excitement, unconsciously put into his throat by internal urges not known actively by his mind. He pressed his face closer to the gap, body tilting forwards almost automatically as his interest and anticipation grew. Almost entranced, he stared intently as the blank white heel gradually pressed down between Szint’s legs, parting unresisting flesh and driving itself deep into her immature reproductive slit. She must be in such pain, he thought almost distractedly to himself, it’s a wonder she doesn’t scream. And indeed, the little cobalt schoolgirl, although obviously suffering and writhing on the ground, let out no more than small whimpers and the occasional screech, quickly muffled. It almost seemed like she was restraining herself…
The bullet-shaped leather heel was now sunk up to its hilt, the white teacher’s leather-clad sole resting lightly on her pupil’s belly, toes gently curling against her chest. With a soft purring noise emanating from deep within her chest, Slandriss began to slowly grind her foot left and right, sweeping her ball over the student’s belly and lightly raking her chest with her claws. The increase in motion was accompanied by an increase in noise from the student below, whose soft protests had increased in volume until she had become quite vocal. Soft cries and little screams that escaped their owner’s muffling attempts resounded in the clearing, louder than before and escalating in volume. Dimly, in a far corner of his mind, Thamtin felt a small surge of pity for the student, but his thoughts were too focused on the beautiful female standing before him to pay much heed to that small protest.
Szint suddenly fell silent, and Thamtin saw her hands clench tightly by her sides as her head began thrashing, her lips pressed tight with held-in pressure. After a few seconds, however, it seemed that the strain was too great for the young lizard to take and her jaws opened in a loud, whimpering cry as her legs tensed and flexed uncontrollably. A thin jet of deep yellow shot out from around the leather heel that plugged her cloaca so tightly, staining the clean white hide with drops and streaks of gold and pooling on the ground. The purr from Slandriss became a pleasured thrumming as she continued to grind, watching Szint’s every action with heated eyes. Her right boot now showed wide stains of yellow, even on the sole, with which she continued to rub and caress the light blue youngling’s belly and chest.
Wordlessly, she stepped forwards, leaning harder on her right foot, slowly drawing the rounded heel of her white boot out with a thick slurping sound as her foot tilted forwards to put her full weight onto her ball and toes, directly onto the small lizardgirl’s stomach. A light whimper of pain escaped Szint’s suddenly winded muzzle, followed by a retching sound and the click of a muzzle being hastily shut. To Thamtin’s surprise, she managed not to expel the contents of her stomach, even with the surely horrendous pressure exerted upon her belly. As Slandriss’ left foot swung forwards, it seemed to the bronze scholar peering from the trees that her foot moved slowly on purpose, so as to put as much of her weight on her victim’s abdomen for as long as possible.
Finally, her left foot, boot still immaculately clean and white, came down to rest beside her right, and Thamtin could see Szint’s belly rising a noticeable distance, having to take only half the weight on each part being trodden on by her teacher’s booted feet. With a deep, contented, heated growl, she began to slide her right foot back, drawing dirty streaks of yellow down the young reptile’s torso. The fluid that had liberally sprayed her boot had mixed with the slight amount of dust and dirt already present, creating light brown streaks among the yellow. Having dragged her foot down to the azure girl’s thigh, she lifted it, once more moving slowly, yet gracefully, putting all her weight on the toes, ball, and heel of her left boot before setting her right one back down. She repeated the action with her left, leaving fainter, dustier trails down the right side of Szint’s body as she methodically and slowly wiped her boot upon the student’s then-clean scales. Sniffling, humiliated cries answered the smooth scraping sounds of leather upon scales, the light blue lizard knowing what was happening to her previously spotless belly even with her view blocked by the elegant white-clad toes of her mistress. The sounds of pain mixed with the albino teacher’s lust-filled purrs created an eerie combination that funneled straight into Thamtin’s ears. But he was not frightened or disgusted by the sight before him, but rather interested, looking fixedly at the graceful mage and what she was doing to the one beneath her.
Slandriss continued to slowly wipe along her, Thamtin guessed by now, slave’s stomach, thoroughly swiping her booted feet across the youngling’s blue scales, the rasping sound of rubbing echoing loudly across the forest clearing. It added another element to the unearthly sounds of pain and pleasure, a periodic dry noise overlaying the others. There was no cleaning purpose the copper lizard could see from her actions, but rather the sheer pleasure of feeling her feet sliding over a helpless victim’s body. She continued to doormat across Szint’s body for several minutes, during which the desert reptile found himself unable to look away from her moving feet, so elegant yet brutal at the same time.
Finally, the master witch stopped, resuming her standing position upon Szint’s belly and purring loudly with a contented note in her voice. She slowly stepped off of her student, almost reluctantly removing her feet from the body of her victim. But as soon as her feet cleared the torso of the blue lizard she immediately fluidly sank from a standing posture into a crouch, and then a sitting one, a little above the topmost wipe mark, but still on the azure lizard’s stomach. A slow, groaning retching sound emanated from Szint’s pressed lips, and Thamtin could see a visible lump moving up, and then down her throat. He winced a little; the pressure must be terrible to vomit-inducing extent. As if she had detected her pupil’s lack of control, Slandriss casually swung her legs over, bending her knees up to firmly plant her feet on top of Szint’s face, pressing her muzzle into the ground and effectively holding it closed with the thick white muffling leather. Her tail curled teasingly around one light blue leg while a slow thrum of satisfaction echoed forth from her throat. It suddenly cut off, and Thamtin swore that he could detect a palpable change in the air.
Her sibilant, smooth voice rolled out sensuously across the clearing. “You can come out now.”
Thamtin froze. She can’t mean me. She can’t possibly even know I’m in here, can she? Heart racing, he quickly scanned the clearing and the rest of the forest around him, searching for someone else, someone who was supposed to step out at any moment…
“I know you’re there, you know. You might as well stop hiding behind me and come here where I can see you, Thamtin.”
He could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage. He was dead. So very, very dead. The only thing left was when exactly the witch decided to vaporize him.
“If you’re not going to come out, then I’m going to make you…”
That voice. Soft, sensual…deadly. Thamtin found himself unable to resist its lure, not to mention its thinly veiled threat. Almost of their own accord, his legs began stepping forward even before he realized it, propelling his body into the open space of the clearing with them. He walked, slowly circling around until he stood in front of the sitting schoolteacher, holding his bookbag in front of him as if it could offer some protection from whatever wrath she chose to unleash upon his body. The bronze intern reached Szint’s head, or rather, Slandriss’ white-shod feet, and stopped. She rose in one fluid motion, her body smoothly extending from its bent position to a bipedal stance. A muffled groan emanated from beneath her feet, and Thamtin noticed that she had risen to her feet directly on top of her pupil’s face, her rounded heels digging deeply into the azure cheek.
Her emerald eyes still burned with intensity, but of a different sort as she looked him up and down. The scholar lizard’s face flushed a deep red, thinking how he must look to the powerful and beautiful mage. His face tapered up from his slender muzzle, arching up to expressive eyeridges, underneath which resided slightly wide eyes which made him look just a little owlish when surprised, but otherwise gave him a sense of scholarly intensity, only furthered by his deep electric blue irises. They were covered for the moment by his glasses, rectangular (now-rimless) lenses upon thin wire side supports. His forehead swept up into a white crest, the feathers beginning a deep brown at their roots and fading quickly to the color of snow less than a quarter of the way up. Most sandland predators crests were white, or a similar light color, in order to protect them from the harsh sun of their desert home environment.
The crest slowly diminished to give way to an elegantly curved neck, which in turn swept out to moderately spaced shoulders. His chest and belly were lean, both from intrinsic traits and from the mandatory fitness that had been placed upon his homeland’s population by the harsh desert clime. Protruding from his shoulders were two similarly leanly-muscled arms, another result of the fact that all members of the sandland were required to undergo at least basic military training in order to defend their homeland both from rival intruders and from the predators that stalked the sands. They ended in elegant, long-fingered hands, used to long hours with a quill and ink as well as weaving spells, but not hard labor. The gray talon on each finger was sharpened to a cutting point, both for tracing accurate sigils in the air and for cutting across sand at his mock-spell table.
His flat belly ended in a decently-hidden cloaca slit, on both sides of which were finely toned legs, muscles conditioned by long hours of running in the desert sand. They ended in wide feet, broader than that of a jungle dweller’s of the same size due to their need to spread out his weight on the constantly shifting sand dunes. Again, dark slate-colored talons adorned the end of each thick, yet elegant toe, slightly weathered and pitted from their constant contact with the rough sandy ground. Each foot was covered with a simple open-top sandal, with the leather wrapping two-thirds of the way around each toe, sole, and leg, leaving the top open to ventilation. A long tail protruded from his hips, curling around and twitching nervously at his feet. His entire body was shaded a deep bronze color, which accented the blue of his eyes through the very slightly tinted lenses of his glasses. Right now, though, his face was dyed a deep red from the blush that had crept up his neck, embarrassed at being caught and apprehensive as to what the consequences would be.
“Well,” Slandriss purred as she finished scanning his body, “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Thamtin stuttered and stammered, all his rehearsed eloquence and practiced speeches gone with his self composure. He hesitantly opened his bag, digging around with shaking hands to draw out a pair of leather sandals.
“Th-They’re from my homeland. Our people prefer the opened tops to let out sand that gets into our feet from running…I…I thought you might like them…and…” He could not finish, and lamely fell silent, holding them out towards his mentor.
The white witch’s eyes seemed to burn brighter as they widened at the sight of the footwear. She reached out and wordlessly took them from the bronze intern’s limp hands, looking them over almost in awe. They were a deep charred brown, with patches of red highlighting certain points of the foot, the contact points on the toes, ball, heel, and accenting their prominence. More red streaks swirled up the leg and over the top of the foot, thinly tracing along the straps of leather that held each open toe, as well as the open leg, together. Flashes of gold scattered across the sandals, gilded runes set carefully over the entire surface of the leather. They glimmered and shone as she tilted them left and right, catching stray rays of sunlight filtered down through the trees. She knew they were random gibberish so as not to accidentally invoke a spell, but she recognized the words “enslave” from a binding spell and “trample” from a diety summoning, and smiled to herself, her reptilian lips curling up subtly into a pleased expression.
Throughout her silent appraisal of his gift, Thamtin stood quiet, heart rattling in his chest, shifting from foot to foot nervously, wondering if he would even leave this clearing in one piece. He found himself locked into her bright green gaze as she looked up again, an expression somewhere between amusement and happiness etched onto her face as she approached, stepping off of Szint’s face and moving her body close to his. The copper lizard stood stock still, not daring to move an inch as Slandriss moved forwards until her body was almost, but not quite, pressing against his. Her arms circled around his shoulders, lithe and sensual, and she leaned her muzzle against his ear.
“These are perfect…Thank you, my beautiful sandland predator…” Her muzzle leaned closer; it touched his cheek, nuzzling affectionately along his neck. Her slender, graceful tongue slipped out between her reptilian lips and tenderly licked along his collarbone. He felt as if his heart would explode from his front, it was thumping against his chest so hard. The scholar could not move; he felt as if any motion he attempted to make would instantly collapse him upon the ground, his limbs turned to jelly. He could only watch as the beautiful mage who had so completely filled his thoughts for the past weeks stepped back, holding his gift in her right hand.
She held out an index talon, and a small slip of parchment seemed to snake out of it and unravel even as her other fingers undid the fastenings holding down Szint, who promptly got to her feet. Thamtin was only a little surprised to see that instead of fleeing back to her home, she stayed by her mistress’ side. Putting the scrap of paper in his unresisting hand, Slandriss pulled lightly at Szint's wrist and lithely strode out of the clearing with a whispered, “Bring your armor…” as she left. As Thamtin stumbled, a little dazed and elated to still be alive, out of the clearing, he looked at the piece of parchment curled in his palm and cautiously unrolled it. It read “1 Magus Street. 7 hours from high noon.”
***
Thamtin hefted the sturdy backpack across his shoulders, hearing the metallic clank of his armor inside as he strode down, or rather, up, Magus Street. Looking at the glowing circle that clearly marked the place of number 1, he grinned at the sign placed next to it: “Unrecognized intruders will be incinerated.” She sure isn't subtle about informing others of her magical prowess. It was less hazardous for his health, he noted wryly to himself, that he was expected, then.
Stepping somewhat cautiously over the perimeter of the glowing ring of runes, he gasped silently as a thin coating of lime-green light immediately flowed up his leg and over his body. A slight tingling began all over his body, a tingling which slowly grew to an uncomfortable pricking sensation. Fearing the worst, he had only a moment to close his eyes and utter a prayer that he was not going to be incinerated before the feeling faded and he gingerly continued onto the central large rune. The circle of sigils around him began rotating faster, and he began to feel himself rise, supported on nothing but the magic symbol underneath him. A small sense of vertigo overcame him as he saw the ground falling away between his sandaled feet, and he quickly stepped off onto the wooden platform as the rising circle came to a stop.
The door opened before he could knock, and for the second time in a very short time he found himself unable to speak. The stunning effect that the beautiful mage had on him did not diminish with time, and once again he found his breath taken away by the sheer grace and power that emanated from the female reptile.
“Come in,” Slandriss said in her characteristically purring voice, “You are expected...”
Stepping slowly inside as the albino witch moved back to give him room, he found his attention focusing on her body once again. Not surprisingly, her outfit had been altered once more, but he was surprised at what it had been changed to. She wore on her feet the very same sandals that he had gifted to her the day before, the laces expertly crossed over the tops of her feet, elegantly tied in small neat ties. What the green-crested lizard wore over her wrists and hands surprised him even more. Dark brown gloves, matching color to the sandals, sheathed her elegant forearms and fingers, with crimson markings mirroring the ones swirling across her footwear. Gold filigree accompanied the red markings, runic flashes driving down her wrists to the tips of her clawed talons.
Following his gaze, the white mage chuckled and let out another slow purr of satisfaction, “Do you like them? I think they match quite well...”
“How did you...? When did you...?” Thamtin stammered, unable to tell whether she had already had these before he made his gift or whether she had conjured them out of thin air after she got home.
“I had them made for me by a local leatherworker, giving him explicit instructions to follow the design on the sandals. He did quite an excellent job, don't you think?”
He could do nothing but breathe out, “He did indeed, my lady...And you look stunning.”
Smiling in satisfaction, the lithe lizard turned around and strode elegantly to a nearby small ebony table, where a bottle of wine rested. Pouring two glasses full of the dark crimson fluid, she squeezed her hand lightly against each glass, and Thamtin was not surprised to find fine mist rising from the fluid and a layer of condensation over the glasses after she lifted her hands. She was an elemental mage, after all.
“Chilled wine?” She offered him a glass as she took a sip of her own. Taking the proffered glass, the bronze lizard followed her into the living room.
It was pleasantly warm, but there was no heat source that Thamtin could see or detect. Comfortable, but not decadent, furnishings adorned the room: a wide black leather sofa, a mahogany coffee table, rugs the color of the jungle canopy covering the floor. He stood indecisively in the center of the room while his mentor took a relaxed seat on the sofa.
“Why don't you put on your armor while I call for a little...service...?” It sounded more like an instruction rather than a suggestion, and Thamtin hastened to comply, remembering just how quickly he could turn into a pile of singed bones on her carpet. "Oh! And you can take your sandals off," came the floating voice from another room. Dropping his pack to the floor with a clunk of metal, he deftly unsnapped the leather straps and began drawing out his armor. The two shoulder pieces came first, both thoroughly inscribed with runes, but one was shaped with several wicked, curved projections much like sharp ocean waves, while the other was smooth as a sea-worn pebble. The arm-pieces came next, but whereas one was a simple band inscribed with thousands of tiny runes, the other one formed a sharp shield shaped much like a dual-armed galaxy. A central, large rune glowed and changed shape periodically in the center. His hands reached in again and drew out an asymmetrical metal sheet, pounded paper thin and shaped into intricate patterns. Placing the metal carefully against his chest, he gently rolled it down his belly and wrapped it around his back, making a complete coil around his torso. Bending his waist experimentally, he nodded as the metal slid smoothly along his skin, almost like a moving tatoo as he stretched. Into a familiar routine, he lifted the thigh guards, again contrasting images of smooth and ridged, although on opposite sides of the shoulder pads. The left pad was shaped like a circle with two angled shapes removed from its center, while the right curved outwards like a sharp, warped teardrop. The last piece he drew out was a long tapered piece of metal, again asymmetrical. Metal curved down the bottom right side and down the upper left side, with a circular hole on the left projection. Setting it slowly over his muzzle after removing his glasses, the copper lizard blinked a few times, adjusting to the feeling of having something around one eye and not the other, yet perfect vision on both eyes. His armor properly fitted, the sandland lizard deftly undid the laces on his footwear and slipped them off, his bare toes curling luxuriously at the feeling of soft carpet pressing against his rough white pads.
At an approving hiss from behind him, Thamtin stood up and turned around, seeing his mentor once more seated on the comfortable sofa. Somehow, during the time he was distracted with donning his armor, the little azure lizard...what was her name, Szint?...had mysteriously materialized in next to the chair, standing with her head bowed, a leather collar around her neck with the leash extending to Slandriss' hand.
“Good,” purred the albino witch, “Now you look properly heavy. Szint here is going to clean your feet with her hands and mouth, aren't you Szint?”
“Yes, mistress,” Nodding with meek, slightly terrified obedience, the azure lizard sank down to her knees, placing both of her hands around one of the broad feet of the sandland scholar. Her slender arm muscles began to strain as she attempted to lift the wide copper paw from the ground, barely able to support the weight of the bronze lizard with the added mass of his armor. Somewhat alarmed, the intern shifted his weight quickly onto his other side, automatically lifting the held foot in the process. A soft hiss from the figure lounging on the sofa froze him in place.
“No, no...there's no need to help her. She can manage by herself...Now let your weight down evenly.”
He found himself once again unable to resist her purring, seductive command, his body involuntarily balancing his weight on both feet again. The bronze-hued lizard could instantly feel the juvenile under him tremble beneath the quite hefty weight, but the white witch's command almost hypnotically kept him from alleviating any of the pressure he was putting upon her body.
A hiss of surprise escaped his body as he felt the feeble hands begin to rub along his bare soles, the small forepaws attempting to knead and press with all their strength. Even with that much effort from the small lizard, Thamtin only felt the gentlest of rubbing coming from underneath his foot. As Szint began to move from his heel up his arch to his ballpads, the copper scholar began to relax, allowing his tense body to sink into a more natural pose. A gentle purr from the couch nearby drew his gaze to the beautiful female lying on the couch, watching their activity with heated eyes, and he returned her stare with a smile of his own. The rubbing at his hind foot drew his attention downwards though, as he saw the little azure schoolgirl vigorously massaging his calloused soles. Slowly, a strange sense of contentment and pleasure began to spread through his body, emanating from the bottom of his right foot, where the young lizard was working. His electric blue eyes began to half lid, his mouth opening in pleasure, tongue flicking out once every few seconds. Who knew having ones foot massaged by a juvenile could feel so good?
And then Szint put her mouth against his toepad. A slow, rumbling purr built down in the depths of his chest and worked its way upwards and out of his open mouth as the feeling of a slightly moist tongue dragging across the bottom of his toe shot straight to his groin. It licked slow circles over the rough pads, sending tingling pleasure through his body. He found himself pressing down as the tongue moved to his central toe, the small mouth sucking meekly on the digit. It moved onto the third talon, and by then the bronze mage-in-training had lost all reservations he might have had. He let out an openly pleasured hiss as she began to move downwards, scraping her tongue over the top of his white ballpad, proceeding to move her mouth over the rough landscape of the broad calloused sole. The scholar's toes curled over the top of her head, pressing down her blue crest with saliva-soaked pads as he leaned gently into the tongue, the soft whimpers stirring some guilty doubts in his mind, quickly dispelled when he took one look at Slandriss, her emerald eyes slowly smoldering with the beginnings of lust, her crest beginning to stand up.
He waited until the smaller lizard had finished circling her muzzle around his heel, the more-sensitive solescales sending small jolts of sensual bliss through his body as the thin tongue teased between the scales, before setting his foot down. Looking down at the collared schoolgirl, panting and whimpering softly at his feet, Thamtin waited for a little, allowing her to catch her breath before pressing forwards with his armored bulk, not roughly, but insistently, driven by the pleasure he felt in his other foot and a desire to please the female mage reclining on the sofa. His toes drove forwards, pressing into Szint's hands, which she had raised to shield herself from his foot. With his toes pressing insistently into her forepaws, the little azure youngster began to rub, the blue arms straining with effort as the significant weight of the sandland predator's foot, with the bulk of his armor behind it, pressed down upon her.
The blue eyes closed once again behind the helmet, the bronze lizardfolk better able to enjoy the pleasures of having his foot thoroughly rubbed by the schoolgirl now that he knew what to expect. Again, the hands pressed deeply into his pads, kneading into the nerves of his sole and driving slow, throbbing pleasure up through his body. Her hands worked over each of his toes, rubbing over them one by one before circling around his wide ballpad, calloused from running barefoot through the sand of his homeland. From there, the small talons stroked down his arch to his heel, teasing all the more sensitive scales in that region of his foot. Her tongue followed soon after, starting at his heel this time. Giving a half-playful, half-pleasured hissing growl, the metallic lizard pressed his heel forwards into Szint's jaws, feeling her tongue run tentatively between his sensitive scales, making the nerves right under them tingle pleasurably. He let out a slow growl, his toes curling over her head once more as she began to work her way up, dragging her tongue along his arch and spiraling it around his rough ballpad. Unclenching his digits to allow her access, the copper lizard instinctively thrust gently into her mouth, feeling his claw sliding down her throat a little as her tongue worked frantically at his toepad before he changed out for another talon. After she finished sucking on the last of his toes, he withdrew his foot, a small strand of saliva still connecting the claw to the azure female's lips.
As he turned towards where Slandriss had been reclining on the couch, he noticed that the white mistress of magic had sat up in the sofa, staring at him intently. Or, more noticeably, staring at Szint's muzzle and the way the strand of saliva linking her muzzle to the copper reptile's claw slowly broke. Letting out a low purr, her emerald eyes alight with the fires of lust, she stood up, every movement of her body sensual and graceful as she strode into an adjoining room.
“Come here, my sandland predator...and bring our little servant,” she said enticingly from her new resting place.
Pulled in by the smooth, purring voice of his mentor, Thamtin obediently followed, lightly pulling on Szint's leash. Without a means of breaking free, the young blue female reluctantly followed him into what because obviously clear was Slandriss' bedroom. In fact, she was seated on the edge of the rather comfortable-looking bed itself, her weight sinking slightly into the well-cushioned mattress. Beckoning with a claw, the white mage shifted her weight slightly backwards so she could rest her heels on the lush carpet while tilting her feet up, exposing her leather-clad soles.
“Now let my little slave do her work...she knows what she's doing, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind some...encouragement...from your end.”
Laughing sensually from her perch on the bed, the female lizard watched her slave's reluctance to approach the bed, letting out a thrum of approval as her intern took the wrist of her pupil and slowly, but immovably tugged her forwards until she was standing before her mistress.
“Now take her little muzzle and grind them over my boots...I want to feel her young snout through my boots, and make sure she licks!”
Emboldened by the recent service he had been given by the light blue youngster, the copper scholar lifted his hand from her wrist and set it at the back of her neck, pressing through the bright azure premature crest just beginning to grow there, taking a firm hold on her head. His large adult hand nearly reached halfway across her face, his clawed fingers framing her left eye. With firm pressure, he shoved downwards, letting out a low growl as he felt the small lizard's legs begin to shake, and then finally buckle, the armored lizard dropping into a crouch as he continued to push on her head, forcing her into a low kneeling position, her body stretched forwards almost in supplication as he pushed her muzzle closed to the rune-marked bootsoles of his mentor. She whimpered softly in pain and reluctance, a futile protest against the strength of the two adults.
With an eager hiss, the lady mage shoved her heels forwards, her right foot dragging through the lush carpet as its leather-clad sole pushed against the slender blue muzzle, sinking it slightly into the soft material as her long, agile toes draped over the snout of her slave, the digits softly brushing Thamtin's fingers, sending a small electric tingle through his body. His leanly-muscled arm tensed and flexed, almost out of reflex, driving Szint's muzzle deeper into the leather sandal-like footwear, the thick scent of tanned leather even tangible to the apprentice mage; he could only imagine what the strong, acrid smell must be doing to the young lizardgirl's olfactory senses, but strangely, instead of being horrified or somewhat repulsed, he felt a slow blush coming to his copper cheeks as the thought caused a slow stirring in his groin, which he was quick to repress.
There seemed to be an occupant in the room, however, who was not so quick to hide her pleasure. A slow purr emanated from Slandriss' muzzle, her right leg slowly twisting right and left in an opposite rhythm to Thamtin's arm, harshly grinding at Szint's snout-scales, rubbing her hide raw. He moved her head slowly, using his grip on her neck to maneuver the slender muzzle across the area of the white witch's bootsole, beginning with the heel and slowly working over the arch, alternating between forcefully rotating the slave's muzzle to both sides and swiping it across the cured hide, making sure to cover as much area as he could. A chuckle sounded from above as Szint's thin arms wrapped around the significantly larger foot of her class teacher, the whining reptile looking like she was hugging the digitigrade hindpaw, but in reality was futilely attempting to pull it off of her, or push herself away. But that proved quite useless, considering the sleek but powerful hindleg of the albino caster was pushing against her muzzle, and the muscled forearm of the sandland scholar was shoving the back of her head roughly forwards. The strange combination of copper hand and azure head reached the brown-shod toes with their wicked claws after nuzzling forcedly at the wide, thick ball with its pad underneath, and Thamtin hesitated for a little, looking up at the lowly purring white muzzle, his mentor's emerald eyes half-lidded in almost malicious pleasure. That was all the signal he needed, and the metal-clad bronze forearm shoved forwards strongly, digging Szint's muzzle deep between the booted toes of the lizardess, her dextrous digits immediately curling up to squeeze the youngster's face even as the copper scholar slowly ground the immature snout into the deepest part of the master mage's toecrotch. Muffled cries came from within as the lizardgirl protested, her arms unwrapping from around the top of the leather-clad foot to scrunch up and splay their hands against the thick ball, pushing against it weakly.
"Yesss...I want to see her struggle...her pathetically weak attempts to resist us..." the seductive hiss came from above, goading the intern of magic on.
After a few moments, as the struggles of the immature female weakened from lack of air, Thamtin pulled back, yanking on the blue neck, pulling the gasping, spluttering face out of the thick leather only long enough to ensure she was not suffocating before pushing forwards again, startling a quick shriek from the girl as her face was swiftly crammed into the other leathery tocrotch, the azure youngster weakly thrashing her body in an attempt to break free from the bronze scholar's inexorable grip.
"Don't forget to make her lick...I want her to remember the taste of your most generous gift...You wouldn't want to disappoint our new intern, would you Szint?" The sensual purring sound of Slandriss' command rolled over the white-crested desert dweller, and almost as if in a trance, he found his hand slipping lower, his fingers expertly seeking out the jaw hinge as most members of his tribe had been taught in basic combat training. But instead of using the resulting popped-open jaw of the small blue female for any martial advantage, he simply shoved her back against the leather sole, her open jaws forcing her tongue to be the most protruding part of her mouth, the small oral muscle plastering against the tanned hide.
"Now lick like your teacher tells you to..." He hissed softly, a little caught off-guard at the words coming out of his mouth. Even more surprising was the deep, contented thrum coming from his own throat as the elementary student began to lick, her thin tongue desperately slurping across the rough hide, drawing an answering purr from the snowy female lizard above.
"Good student..." Slandriss said as she slowly draped her toes around her pupil's muzzle, completely covering her nostrils and pressing her mouth further against her sole, "Keep licking, or failing my class will be the last thing you have to worry about..."
Knowing just what the elemental mage was capable of, Thamtin was not surprised to find the head under his claw moving so energetically that he had to let go of it, allowing Szint to almost plaster her muzzle against the leather-shod sole, her small hands rising to press against it, the small lizard almost trying to press her muzzle and hands flat against the underside of her teacher's foot. Her small pink tongue licked diligently, quickly but thoroughly bathing the animal hide with a thin layer of her saliva, the oral muscle even traveling between the albino lizardfolk's toes, licking at the sides of the agile, but powerful, digits.
"My," teased the snow-colored mage, "All of the sudden we're a lot more eager, aren't we? Well that's a little too bad. If you'd been this cooperating earlier, we wouldn't have to do what comes next."
She shifted a little, slowly pressing her red-runed boot slowly over Szint's muzzle, rolling it up and down, "Have you memorized and remembered the taste, the scent, the texture of Thamtin's gift to us, little slave?"
At the desperately eager bob of the crest she saw between her toes, she let out a laugh, the silky, sultry sound sending shivers like rivulets of ice water down her intern's back. "You will get an exam on that later, Szint. Now," she purred as she drew her feet back onto the bed, setting them to the side as she looked with her burning green eyes at her intern, "I want you to get on the ground, belly up, and spread your arms and legs, little pet."
Immediately, the small lizard seemed to switch her attitude again, immediately attempting to back away and cringe, only stopped by Thamtin's lean arms as he held her firm. She writhed in his arms, attempting to struggle free, "Please mistress...you said only one day a week, and you've already done it two times already!"
The white lizard leaned a brown-gloved hand to stroke along her young student's cheek, "I know. I told you I wouldn't do this to you more than once a week. I never said anything about teaching our inexperienced intern here...Now really, you have to stop heaping punishment upon yourself. You're already bad off as it is if you don't obey now."
Whimpering softly, the blue lizard slowly backed up and lay down, her finely-scaled juvenile body spreading out on the carpet. Like this, the youngster looked even thinner, her body almost flat against the ground. Thamtin easily towered over her, his copper body made even more impressive with the glint of his armor.
"Now," purred the snow-colored teacher, "I want you, Thamtin, to go for a short walk on our little pet here. Start at her tail, finish at her head, and then turn around and end up where you started before stepping off. And for the first time...wear your boots." Her instructions were clear, concise, but delivered with a sensual edge that, combined with her stunning beauty, made them impossible to ignore. Almost as if in a trance, the white-crested lizard bent down, retrieving his footwear from where he had left it at the entrance to the bedroom, slipping the thick leather easily over his three splayed digits and refastening the laces over the open tops. And then, before he realized it, the copper lizard found himself standing at the very tip of Szint's held-straight tail, looking at the rather diminutive youngster spread out in front of him. Looking at the sniveling lizard, cowering as much as she could even as she spread herself out on the ground, the copper intern felt a touch of sympathy for her. But he caught the eye of his mentor again, and that brilliant green gaze, so tinged with eagerness to see the azure girl underfoot, sent a shiver of anticipation through him, one that quickly pushed aside the doubts in his mind, replacing it with a strong desire to please the lithe white witch.
Experimentally, he lifted a right foot, watching the way Szint tried to keep herself still even as her body tried to curl up in self-preservation. Deciding not to give her survival instinct the chance to get the better of her, the copper-scaled lizard quickly set his foot down upon the thin tailtip of the blue lizard, feeling the leather press against his foot pleasantly as the carpet shoved back against the impact. His boots were made of quality soft leather, brown hide skillfully softened under the hands of sandland leatherworkers, giving his feet maximum flexibility to splay and clench in the shifting desert sands. As such, even the small bit of tail, when pressed down enough that the carpet gave back resistance, sunk slowly into the leather sole until the thick animal skin could not compress anymore, forming a small bump against the ball of Thamtin's foot. Rumbling softly at the interesting sensation, he walked forwards, swinging his feet easily in his heavy armor, putting his foot on Szint's belly in one stride. He heard the air rush out of her lungs as her midriff was compressed immediately to a fraction of its initial thickness, attempting to press against the wall of leather shoving down against it, but since the hind foot was almost completely placed over the lizard girl's stomach, it was impossible for her body to press into the leather, and so it could only sink downwards, her flesh rising a little in the uncovered portions of her body, the rest of it quickly taking the shape of a deep three-toed print. Her head darted up, the small lizard unable to control her body any more as her upper half curled upwards, the small snout bumping against the copper ankle. But Thamtin did not stay there long.
His right foot swung forwards again, quickly pressing against the raised blue face, forcing it down against the carpet, hundreds of pounds of armored lizard balancing themselves between the small azure muzzle and its belly counterpart. His ball almost completely covered Szint's head, his leather-clad toes curling slowly around the top of her head, threading through her short crest. A low growl started in his throat at the sight, one of such dominance that the normally scholarly intern had trouble believing it came from his own lips.
A soft purr caused his attention to turn to the white female sitting on the bed, her emerald eyes on him intently. "Very good for your first effort," she said, her eyes straying downwards momentarily in amusement as Szint's hands lifted from their spread positions, curling around Thamtin's right ankle, attempting to lift his foot off her face. Needless to say, the small lizard did not meet with much success. "However, I do see some improvement necessary in your...technique. Let us try it again, from the beginning, and see if you cannot do better."
The way she said it, like a teacher to a pupil, sent shivers down Thamtin's spine. She was teaching him how to trample her slave, much as she taught her students magic in class. But the sensual, almost lustful tinge to her voice told him that this was more than just a lesson, and that she was enjoying seeing his broad hindpaws flatten the small female underfoot.
"Now walk again. Slowly this time," the white-muzzled female said from her position on the bed, her eyes keeping half their attention on the copper scholar, their other half fixed upon his feet, the first of which had just stepped once more onto the blue tailtip, drawing another whimper from the juvenile's muzzle. "Press your weight down, lean slowly, stand on one foot...let our little pet here appreciate the weight of your armor..."
The copper lizard followed her instructions obediently, knowing that she liked the show unfolding out in front of her, loved watching the youngster squirm under all of Thamtin's weight, concentrated on one broad booted foot. He slowly lifted his left foot, took all his weight off of it, felt acutely the flesh of the azure pupil pushing into his boot, the harder section in the center of it signifying her tailbone. As he swung his left foot forwards in the air, readying it to plant once again in the center of Szint's crotch, the purring words of the albino mage stopped him midswing, his weight still completely pressed upon his large right foot. By now, the small lizardgirl was squirming around in severe discomfort and pain, the fragile tip of her tail having been trodden on for too long. But still, Slandriss took her time with her words.
"You cover far too much ground in one step, Thamtin. I know that is what they trained you to do in the desert, but here, in my home, you will set one foot in front of the other, as close as you can, as slowly as you can."
Nodding, his tongue flicking out at the lustful imperiousness of her voice, he slowly set his left
foot down, covering the remainder of Szint's tail. Her upper body squirmed as his several hundred pounds evenly crushed down on the thinnest part of her body, soft whining noises coming from her mouth. But she seemed incredibly resolute to remain as silent as she could. Perhaps fearing punishment later, thought Thamtin. But this speculation was pushed down as the sensation of the young blue's wider tailbase pressed through his soft leather sandal into his sole, drawing a slow purr of pleasure from him, answered with a lighter timbre from his mentor on the mattress.
"See what you...and I...miss by moving too quickly, my intern?" She asked with a slow, aroused breath. At his nod of tentative agreement, she laughed, a sensual flutter of sibilant noise, "You learn quickly already...Good...now continue."
Again, he leaned forwards slowly, the sandland predator's right foot finally lifting up from the blue tailtip, which by now was so imprinted in the soft leather boot that it briefly lifted with the hindpaw before being forced back down by the connection to the tailbase, which was currently buried under the broad ball of the white-crested lizard's left foot. As he slowly rolled his feet forwards, setting all his weight on his left side, he heard a muffling cracking coming from under the leather, and his foot sank down an inch. In combination with a loud cry of pain from the azure schoolgirl, he knew that her tailbase had been too large to completely sink into his bootsole, and had given in to the pressure between his foot and the hard floor under the carpet. At this, Thamtin shot an alarmed look at his teacher, not out of concern for the small lizard's health, surprisingly, but because he knew that she probably viewed Szint as a precious commodity, and as such would most likely not take kindly to any damage caused to her. To his surprise, he came almost face to face with her snow-colored muzzle, which had leaned forwards slightly, a deep purr emanating from her throat as her green eyes, glittering with excitement and lust as she looked at his left foot, planted firmly while his right was suspended in the air.
Taking this as a signal that he should continue, the copper lizardfolk took another slow step, setting his right foot down firmly and rolling his weight forwards until his two hindpaws evenly supported his armored bulk. The flesh of the azure youngling's immature cloaca was much softer and more pliant, flattening beneath the leather-shod tread of Thamtin's broadly-padded feet before deforming sideways, seeking any relief to return to its original thickness. Because of this, it bulged up between the brown boot-toes, creating an interesting sight as the copper lizard looked down, carefully lifting his left foot. Again, the pressure of all his weight on one single hindpaw caused him to sink down an inch from his previous position, the blue lizard letting out another whine as her hip bones creaked ominously, the slave girl unable to keep from squirming now as her immature genitals were flattened under hundreds of pounds of armored apprentice mage. As his left foot set down on the juvenile belly, her groin flesh visibly thickened, the bulges shrinking as they found outlet and some resistance against the lesser pressure of the right foot. But the consequence was another weight set heavily into her belly once more, this time slowly pressing downwards, steamrolling her stomach flat, forcing her organs once more into bulges of blue-scaled flesh between the copper apprentice's toes. Soft grunts of pain came from the small muzzle of the white-scaled lizard's slave, her snout turning left and right.
As Thamtin continued to walk, his right foot lifting again, even as the brilliant green eyes of his mentor looked with their intense gaze at the spot where his foot had rested. "Yessss...look what happens when you take it nice and slow..." she hissed with soft joy, indicating the broad, three-toed footprint left behind by the copper desert-dweller's heavy tread, "You see that, little Szint? Thamtin has blessed you with his bootprints...you should feel honored!"
The copper lizard turned his head for a moment to look, feeling an unknown tingle of thrill surge through him as he saw the deep print in Szint's crotch caused by his foot, accentuated by the blazingly hot gaze of approval he received from his mentor, now not only his teacher in magic, but in...other subjects as well. As his foot lingered in the air, the blue face beneath him panted in pained pressure and induced nausea as his left foot slowly sank down into her belly, compressing her stomach to half its original fullness. She was given no reprieve as the leather-clad right foot descended upon her chest, squeezing down upon her ribcage. Her skeleton here, however, was firm enough so that it formed a hump in the center of his foot, forcing part of his ball to curve around it, providing an interesting pressing sensation against the center of his sole. All that, however, was not enough to stand up to his weight, and he could feel the ribs cracking as his left foot swung forwards slowly, her flesh flattening between the upwards resistance of her own ribs and the crushing force of the armored body. He methodically took the last step, his foot descending upon the youngster's grimacing face and covering it beneath its wide ball, utterly burying it beneath the single foot. Once again, the strange thrill streaked across his body in an anticipatory shudder as he curled his toes over the top of the young blue muzzle.
He looked up from the ground, directly into the emerald eyes of his mentor, and a spark passed between his deep blue eyes, and hers. For a moment, the passion in her eyes focused all on him, and he was suddenly reminded of why he had been so attracted to the beautiful, yet enigmatic, schoolteacher, and his tongue flicked out instinctively to lick at his lips, fighting down the sudden surge of arousal that welled up within him.
Still holding his gaze, the white witch purred, her sensual, alluring voice wrapping around him like her agile, slender tail, "Good...now turn around...keep your foot on her...and do the same down her body...admire the prints first, though. They won't be there that clearly for long..."
Following her instructions, Thamtin turned, the rough leather of his bootsole grinding against the blue lizard's face. He could not deny now that the feeling that throbbed through him was one of pleasure as he watched the trail of prints leading up Szint's body, simply areas of compressed flesh on her tail, but very clear three-toed prints on her groin, belly, and chest. What bruising he had inflicted was only barely visible, the blue blending into the scales of the youngling, and only the tinges of black showing that his feet had done anything other than deform her flesh into footprint-shapes.
A sudden movement behind him, and suddenly, the lithe, sensuous arms of his mentor were wrapped around him, one talon stroking a teasing line down his lower jawline, "That was excellent, my intern, but don't leave the job half-done..."
And then she was gone like a wisp of smoke back to the bed, resuming her seat on the sheets in one flowing move. But still her eyes watched him intently, the green irises smoldering with a slow lust, and he could feel his crest rising slightly at the excitement they stirred within him. Slowly, his almost effeminate scholar's body moving with heavy elegance under the burden of his metallic armor, shifted as he lifted his right foot, twisting slightly to get his balance, grinding the blue face down into the carpet. As the several hundred pounds slowly shifted to the left, muffled cracks came from between leather and carpet, sounds of the fragile cheek bones of the juvenile slowly giving way underneath the weight of an armored mature lizardfolk. A low groan weaved its strangled way up from the small azure snout, warning Thamtin to set his foot down on the imprinted chest before her face gave in altogether.
"Urrrnnngh-oof!" Air rushed out behind the back of his ball as the pressure forced the breath out of the small lizard once again. The white-crested lizard moved with more confidence now, back on familiar ground. His movements were less tentative as he slowly strode back down the blue lizard's body, methodically imprinting her deeply with the marks of his footwear as he pressed his feet over her chest, belly, groin, and tail, the wide walking sections of his feet easily able to cover the entire width of her body, the sides of his foot curling down slightly as they hung over what thickness was left of her body.
After a slow, stalking walk down the bruised body, so different from the normal sandland custom of sprinting lightly over the constantly-shifting sand dunes, the foreigner's hindpaw tread forwards, completely burying the already flattened tailtip, drawing another whimper from the form behind him before stepping completely off, turning in a slow, graceful circle to face his mentor, a soft tingle of pleasure shivering its way down his spine as she purred and nodded in approval.
"I see I was not wrong to take you as my apprentice," mused the white lizard mage as she slowly looked him up and down again, her brilliant eyes appraising him as thoroughly as they had that day in the forest when she had first caught him so furtively looking through the greenery at her working Szint beneath her agile feet, "Now that you have the feel of little Szint's body, you should be able to add fluidity to your movements. You carry that armor well, I know that already. So let's see if you can do as well while standing upon our little carpet here...Do so barepawed this time; you will be able to feel better, and it will feel more intuitive and natural."
His initial awkwardness far behind him, the copper lizard bent down into a kneeling crouch, his leanly muscled tail snaking along the ground slowly behind him as his dextrous academic's fingers once more undid the sturdy laces, loosening the boots just enough so that he could easily step out of them, smoothly drawing his right foot out from the leather behind him and readying it for the first step onto the small lizardgirl's body.
Slowly, the digitigrade paw swung forwards, the broad sole spreading, toes uncurling and spreading out in instinct, ready to provide maximum surface area for swift travel across the desert sands. But there was no sand here, only supple, blue-scaled flesh that squirmed and squealed as several hundred armor-augmented pounds of desert lizard stepped onto the end of her tail, pressing it flat against the carpet. Even the soft knit floor wasn't enough to prevent the fragile flesh from compressing as Thamtin walked forwards, swinging his left foot easily in a long, slow arc, setting all his weight on his right foot for a long moment. He could feel the thin piece of flesh mold to his foot pads, squeezing up into the crease in his ball as the hard flooring beneath the carpet began to force the scaled flesh back up. And then his left ball spread, his toes splaying as the digitigrade foot descended upon the cracked tailbase. Without the soft leather to cushion his footfalls, the full brunt of his desert-toughened soles was inflicted upon the soft, immature hide of the blue juvenile, the rough texture of the white pads on his ball and toes immediately sinking a grainy imprint into her flesh, the unyielding ballpad quickly pressing the fragile flesh down against the cracked bone, drawing a sharp whine of pain from the youngster. The sound mingled with the content purring hiss emanating from the female sitting on the bed, creating a primal melody with the crackling of the remains of the youngling's tailbase as hard under-flooring beneath the carpet and firm foodpad compressed it with the aid of several hundred pounds of armored sandland predator.
He placed his right foot forwards again on the boot-softened cunt, the three-toed hindpaw instantly sinking deep into it, the flesh bulging between his toes as the armored lizard let his weight distribute upon both feet before lifting his left one, feeling his right hindpaw press heavily into the tender groin, the almost doubling weight of his armor compressing the youngster's crotch to about half its original thickness where it rested, the rest of the flesh bulging heavily between his toes. The feeling was strangely pleasurable, and he kept his position there for a few seconds, letting his toes splay wide, feeling the scaled hide between them. A sudden shifting of the blue body caused the bronze reptile to look down in surprise, observing the uncomfortable movement of the struggling body beneath him. Tears began to well underneath the shut-tight lids, the small teeth clenching together as the lips curled up in a grimace of restraint as Szint turned her head to the side. After several long moments of what surely must be crushing pressure upon her groin, the small lizard let out a small, whimpering "nyarrrngh!" as the flesh between her legs sank down even more, her hips giving way and a thin stream of golden urine jetting upwards between two of the copper-scaled toes, splashing on his knee even as a small puddle began wetting his warm white pads.
Feeling another rumble of pleasured dominance issue forth from his throat, he couldn't deny to himself that a sizeable part of his mind enjoyed the feeling of the azure schoolgirl beneath his feet, the way she twitched in pain as his pads utterly buried her under them. The feeling, augmented by his desire to please the stunningly beautiful female before him, was undoubtedly one of lust, and he had to fight down another surge of arousal, stronger than the last as he smoothly catwalked forwards, ploughing his broad sand-adapted soles down into the quivering belly and heaving chest of the schoolgirl, his movements methodical and smooth, his body swinging and twisting to the motion of his feet, matching the rhythmic cracking of ribs as his left foot lifted, once more pressing its hefty walking section upon Szint's face, toes immediately curling over the top of her muzzle, grainy pads pressing against her facial hide.
Without stopping, Thamtin easily set his right foot on the ground next to his left, noting how one ball completely covered her entire muzzle, the coarse padflesh compressing the jaws of the youngster under his broad tread. He twisted in place, spinning gracefully so he faced the twitching, pressed tail, the rough, sandpapery pads, so different in feeling from their snowy appearance, grinding heavily over the blue muzzle, rubbing quite a few scales off as the lizard intern turned. He could feel Slandriss' eyes on him, following his every movement. Surprising even to him was the fact that her appraisal did not make him nervous; instead, he found his movements becoming more fluid, the already lean scholar emphasizing his graceful appearance with slow, curved arcs of his legs as he once more marched down Szint's form, plunging a fourth set of deep prints into her body, flattening any areas that were still untouched. Having been through three such crushing encounters already, the juvenile flesh did not offer much resistance, bulging with an unnatural ease between the wide toes even as they slowly squeezed the flesh under them. The youngster's urine, along with immature femslit fluids, dripped down from his right sole, leaving yellow splatters on the azure scales, in addition to the three-toed puddle stomped into her chest. Her ribs cracked ominously under the steamrolling pressure pressed into them by the thick pads, although they held their integrity beneath the solidly-built right foot...barely. The girl's stomach area, however, was not so hardy, compressing to a third its original thickness, her internal organs shifting aside into places they should not be to avoid damage, causing contorted protrusions in her body between the bronze-scaled digits as a result. Her groin did not fare much better, another spatter of urine, weaker than the last, forced out of her developing cloaca as the harsh pad ground down against it even as a brief tingle of pleasure reached up against Thamtin's own maleslit.
Finally, the sandland scholar stepped off of the whimpering slavegirl, finishing his slow, graceful walk down the battered body, her tailtip briefly sticking to his urine-soaked right pad as it lifted before peeling off with a wet slurping sound. Not wanting to soil the carpet of his mentor's bedroom any more than the azure lizard's incontinence already had, Thamtin spun deftly on his left foot to face his teacher again, carefully settling his right foot across the young lizardgirl's groin, drawing a pained whimper from her as his toes splayed naturally to either side of her body, white pads rubbing roughly at her hide.
"Very wonderful work," purred the white mage, her emerald eyes locking with his and guiding his gaze down to the organic landscape created by his catwalking. Deep prints covered each portion of the smaller lizard, at least four on each section where his broad feet had covered. Those created by his boot were mostly uniform throughout, three-toed prints without internal contour, the exact shape of the walking section of his foot. However, his bare soles had created much deeper prints, the flesh unable to push up against supple leather as they had done against his footwear, instead forced to give and compress between unyielding sole and hard ground. Where his sole and toes had pads, the azure body sunk in more still, a grainy texture imprinted as a result of the rough nature of his that snowy padflesh.
"Your balance was very good," she continued, "You certainly gave a show worthy of...high marks. Now that you've learned the art of walking, I believe you should learn the art of staying in the same place. You are already halfway where I want you. However...Szint here owes me a service first for interrupting my...appreciation of your movements. Lift your foot a little...she only needs to worm her way to the foot of my bed." Sparing a moment to look down at the footprinted youngster, she questioned, her eyes flashing with a dangerous edge, "Don't you, Szint?"
Whimpering softly, the significantly smaller lizard squirmed her way almost desperately across the carpet, wincing at the pain from the bruises and fractures. But eventually, after a few long seconds of silence except for her soft, whining protests, her bruised face rested against the foot of the lizard witch's bed. The elegant lizard shifted on the mattress, her snow-white limbs smoothly flowing into a sitting position at the edge of the bed, planting her sharp-clawed feet on both sides of the quivering muzzle.
"Well done, little pet. By the way, you can set your foot down now, Thamtin." As the sandland scholar gingerly replaced his dripping foot between the small girl's legs, his sorceress mentor chuckled softly, finally looking fully down and focusing her attention on the blue lizard beneath her, "Now, we will continue Thamtin's lesson, but before then, I want you to unlace my boots, and then open your little mouth and get a good handle on the leather with your teeth so I can pull my feet out of them. And if you even think about damaging the exquisite leatherwork of his gift..." The unspoken threat hung over the air, almost thick enough to cut with a talon.
Letting out a soft mewl of obedience, the blue youngling extended shaking, relatively undamaged arms, hissing as the movement compressed and rubbed over her tender bruised hide, and slowly loosened the lacings on the boot at her right, letting the leather which had fit so snugly fall away slightly from the finely muscled leg. Opening her mouth, the lizardgirl waited until Slandriss slid one deep tan toe sideways into her mouth before biting down; The copper scholar could tell that she obviously had much practice with this exercise, telling by the way her jaw flexed that she held just firm enough so that the footwear slid off easily, but not hard enough to actually pierce the finely crafted leather. Unfortunately, this light touch also caused her neck to stretch as the boot clung to the white-scaled foot briefly, drawing a strangled whimper from the clenched mouth of the young lizard as her bruised hide was dragged briefly over the carpet, her head lifting up before falling limply back down with a soft whine of pain before tiredly repeating the action with the other foot, her almost too-small muzzle biting weakly into the dark brown boot toe, tears welling up in her eyes as the dextrous, snow-scaled foot withdrew sleekly from its leather coat.
The graceful mage held her digitigrade feet in the air, waiting as her servant let the second boot fall to the side on the ground, dropping her exhausted muzzle back down to the ground. Only then did she smoothly drop both her hind paws down upon the face of the blue lizard, positioning them deftly to place as much of their walking sections on Szint's head as possible, one toe pressing the sparse, immature crest into the carpet.
"So," she purred at her waiting intern, "Where were we? Ah, yes. If you were to pick one place on our little pet's body to trample, which would it be, hmm?" Seeing the copper lizard hesitate, she laughed, continuing, "Let me guess...you're currently standing on it."
The academic reptile started in surprise, briefly lifting his right foot off of the pressed-in groin, the flesh sticking to his rough white pad, looking down at it as if surprised to find it had been resting there all along, "I...erm...well...um..." He rubbed his white crest a little apprehensively, at a loss for words.
"Oh come now," the white sorceress laughed with a seductively teasing note in her voice, "I've seen the way you purr when you step on her immature little cunt, the way you linger as you press it into the floor. You may not know it yourself, Thamtin, but you are most definitely a crotch trampler."
A deep flush crept up the neck of the bronze foreigner, staining his cheek scales darker as he turned away, a little embarrassed. He had never considered the fact that he might indeed possess an unknown trampling fetish. The reptile had always assumed that the pleasurable feelings generated by forcing Szint to worship his feet and catwalking all over her were generated by the approval and lustful looks Slandriss had given him. But now, as he briefly thought back to the recent events of the night, he realized that indeed, he had been aroused by having his feet in contact with the blue lizard's body, most notably the four surges of pleasure, each stronger than the last as he stepped onto her flattened cloaca.
"I...I guess so..." he answered tentatively, still unsure about his new-found interest in having things beneath his tread.
"You sound so unsure," The witch said with a smile playing at her lips, "Perhaps we should...confirm your feelings. Go ahead and step fully up onto her cloaca again. Make sure to balance the area between your two feet."
Hesitantly, the copper lizard shifted his right foot over a little before leaning his weight forwards again, lifting his left foot. But the unsureness quickly vanished as he felt the flesh compress pleasantly underneath his ballpad, squeezing up between his toes. Slowly pressing his left digits forwards, he reveled in the sensation of the pliant crotch hide of the youngster squashing flat beneath his broad soles, the full weight of his plated body compressing the region to a third of its original thickness. A slow rumble rolled forth from the copper lizard's throat, a sound of dominance and pleasure as he closed his eyes and curled his toes slightly, digging the rough white pads tipping them into the youngster's bruised belly.
"I can see you're enjoying yourself," said Slandriss from her perch at the edge of the bed, her smooth black pads slowly kneading at the bruised blue face beneath them, "But there are better things to do than just standing there...As I said before, you will now learn how to stay in the same place. But that does not mean your feet need be stationary. You're a smart lizard. I'm sure you can figure out the rest yourself..."
Indeed, the bronze-scaled lizard knew exactly what his mentor was implying, and by now, most of his reservations about trampling the smaller Szint underpaw had all but vanished, and a small part of his mind thought decisively that she must have done something worth punishing to end up as the albino witch's personal paw slave. Besides, her soft body felt so pleasant squashed under his soles...
Letting out a low thrum back at his teacher in magic as well as the arts of the hindpaw, the white-crested lizard began to trample, his light-colored feathers rising upwards on the back of his head and neck in arousal as his wide ballpads rose and fell, slowly at first, the lithe athletic figure of the sandland scholar swaying left and right. The rough pads fell down without any added force, the lizard initially just stepping in place, beginning to fully enjoy the pleasure of the pliant body deforming and squashing around his calloused, unyielding soles. Conditioned to withstand the harsh, grating terrestrial conditions of the desert, his pads were unyielding and tough, brutally pressing and kneading the crotch flesh of the young girl under them.
He could sense his mentor's growing excitement, and a deep, animal lust inside him began to swell as well. The foreign reptile let out an audible growl as he began to stomp in earnest, his harshly padded feet rising and falling in powerful, muscled motions even as he watched his mentor slowly smother the small lizard's muzzle underneath her smooth, black soles, the lean muscles in her legs agilely flexing and contracting, splaying and pressing her long, snowy digits, the sharp-taloned toes slowly curling over her chin as the rest of her walking sections kneaded slowly, purringly working the azure face out beneath her merciless hindpaws. Deep, broad footprints continually faded and were trampled anew beneath the heavily pounding soles of the sandland predator, his stained white pads scraping and grinding at the sensitized flesh beneath them before they lifted up again, only to plough deeply into the pliant flesh once more, slow pulses of pleasure smoothly sliding up through his body, lingering for a moment to throb deep within his loins as his victim's own groin let out cracks and crunches, her bones finally beginning to fracture underneath the stress, the soft carpet unable to provide any more padding.
Almost out of instinct, his steps slowed, the muffled cries of pain from underneath Slandriss' paws quieting to mere moans and whimpers as the copper-scaled feet came to a rest side by side upon their trample-carpet's crotch, spreading her legs painfully wide. His hand reached out almost without thinking about it, and the words rolled smoothly from his reptilian lips, "Would my lady care for a dance?"
The stunning lizard seated at the foot of the bed extended her brown-gloved hand, a low, seductive purr coming from deep inside her throat as she grasped his fingers with hers, "I thought you'd never ask." Using the extended bronze arm for leverage, she flowed smoothly to her feet, a series of rough crunching noises and panicked, muffled shrieks testifying that her full weight had settled down upon the young lizard's fragile muzzle, crackling her skull and completely smothering her face beneath two leathery black ball pads.
Elegantly, the albino witch bowed to her metal-plated intern, and he could not resist the powerful compulsion of her eyes to bow back, barely able to hide his surprise. When he had invited her to a dance, the furthest thing from his mind was the mating dance of their species. The long, winding, seductive courtship ritual had largely been abandoned by lizardfolk in favor of skipping to the long, lustful sex that it preceded. Also was the fact that he had felt almost involuntarily compelled to bow back at the beautiful mistress, so completely unconventional for the mating ritual, and yet, for her, somehow so appropriate. Her presence, so sensuously powerful, almost commanded respect in a way, and he knew that this dance would be unlike any he had ever seen, ever been taught.
Yet his body responded almost out of instinct. Smoothly and purposefully, his right foot stepped forwards, drawing a brief muffled groan from the blue lizard as his weight redistributed itself across her relatively unmarred belly and thoroughly worked-out groin even as the white reptile facing him did the same, placing her foot beside his, completely burying the thin elementary student's midriff between two large, scaled hind-paws, the heads of the two mature lizardfolk dipping down to affectionately rub muzzles. It was almost as if by simply being in the presence of the beautiful lizard caused his armored body to move perfectly in time with her.
Lithely, the couple pivoted on their right feet, their left talons drawing whimpering cries of agony from Szint as Slandriss' leathery black pads lifted free of her face, only to stomp harshly down upon her previously untouched right arm, a companion to Thamtin's hard sole pressing heavy crackles out of her left leg. Once more, the two bowed to each other, the copper reptile's head dipping again with just the slightest instinctual hesitation as their weight shifted forwards, feet pressing heavily into Szint's belly. In the original form of the mating dance, the female was the only one that bowed more than the initial invitation, playing the role of the submissive mistress if she chose to accept her male partner. But there was definitely nothing submissive about the snow-scaled mage's movements, and her movements had a slow, sensual power about them, something that almost palpably pressed her intern to follow her movements whenever the dance called for a particularly low posture.
Slowly, the two lizardfolk circled each other in perfect, sinuous arcs, the white female stepping from right arm to right leg, while her copper partner moved upwards onto Szint's left arm, the simultaneous resettling of weight on uninjured limbs drawing sharp cracks and whimpers from the small schoolgirl below, mixing with the smooth rasp of well-oiled armor. All through their movement, their right feet remained steadily upon the now thoroughly-flattened belly of their mutual paw-toy, slowly grinding into the blue-scaled hide, their ballpads, one rough and one smooth, pressing deep prints into her torso. They had eyes only for each other, the living carpet forgotten underneath their careful tread, the two reptilian companions barely aware of her as they stepped, only taking care never to take their feet off of the soft "flooring" under them.
One last time they turned, coming to a complete half-circle from their original positions, with Thamtin's hindpaw burying Szint's muzzle beneath its broad tread, while Slandriss' own left foot ploughed into the small lizard's crotch. Again, this entire routine was completely against what instinct normally dictated. In an ordinary mating ritual, the male would stand in the center of the circle the female created while she bowed her head to him at each quadrant, pronouncing her obeisance to him. But for some reason, this mutual circling just seemed completely natural to Thamtin, as if his mentor somehow stood higher than the other females of their species, to be seen (at least mating-wise) as a complete equal. It was no longer the male making the advances. The two were completely, mutually courting each other, and it was by each others' sheer choice that this dance was occurring.
They danced for what seemed like a blissful eternity, feeling the pleasure of treading the whimpering, crying blue female under their padded feet and the close comfort of each other's company, threading past and into each other. Letting out occasional pleasured purrs and hisses, they dipped muzzles, nosed each other's feathercrests, and rubbed bodies. All the while, they never set a single toe off their trample-mat-become-dancefloor, covering the front of her body with even more bruises and countless prints. With one final pass over each other, though, they found themselves back where they started, with Thamtin's left foot planted heavily between Szint's legs, Slandriss' own black ballpad smothering her snout, and both right feet planted side by side upon the twitching, squirming youngster's belly. In unison, the two hindpaws lifted, only to plunge back down besides their left counterparts, the two lizardfolk standing up straight and facing each other.
But the dance was not over yet. Slowly, the couple moved towards each other, first lifting their left feet, briefly placing all their weight on the azure crotch and muzzle, hearing with pleasure the muffled squelches and resulting whimpers coming from the two areas before setting them down on her lower gut and windpipe. The two reptiles, one from the desert and one from the jungle, slowly catwalked towards each other, placing one foot in front of the other, purring as their soles pressed new, deep prints into the body of their now-mutual paw-slave, Thamtin drawing great pleasure from the fact that the young girl's body began curling up as they met in the center to stand face to face, their muzzles leaning over to exchange slow, smoldering affections while the young female beneath them let out another strangled cry, saliva jetting from her muzzle and nostrils to soak the snowy arches of the mage while another, weak streak of urine spurted out from her heavily bruised cloaca to splash against the bronze armored foreigner's heels.
Typically, this posture was when the two new mates consummated their new-found love, but here, Thamtin hesitated for a moment, not sure if Slandriss was simply enjoying the intricacies of dancing upon her slave, or if she was truly making sexual advances. But before he could pull away, she reached forwards sensually with a lithe hand, her fingers deftly lifting his metal headpiece and setting it aside while her muzzle leaned in to gently lick at his chin, murmuring into his ear, "And now, to show that what just transpired was not only for show. But first, to rid you of this cumbersome armor, and to ask a favor of you, my dear sandland predator..."
Moving lithely around him, she flowed almost like water, her sensual body brushing against his as she removed his armor with almost uncanny familiarity, dextrous fingers easily sliding off the bands on his arms, removing the guards on his thighs. And finally, her agile hands peeled back the metalwork tatoo of his torso's covering, and stroked slow, affectionate lines down the leanly toned muscled of his chest, lingering teasingly for just a moment at the bulge of excitement that had begun to grow between his legs. In one quick motion, she rolled up the metal sheet with the practice of one who had been in service for many years, placing it over the pile of neatly-stacked armor that had been growing as she disrobed him, causing Thamtin, who had grown bolder at the lack of a violent reaction to his overtures, to raise an eyeridge.
"My, you are just full of surprises, aren't you?" He asked with a teasing growl.
"Mmm...you have no idea, my pupil," She teased him back, leaning her snout close to his face, "Now before we...continue...I would like you to take our dear little student here and tie her face tightly to my right sole. Oh, and I would also like her cunt bound tightly to your white pads, because I know how you like that..."
A slow seductive smile curling up her jaw, she added, "I have some thin magically-enhanced rope on the shelf."
She stepped back, sinking gracefully into a reclining position on the edge of her bed, her feet replaced upon the groaning, whimpering face of her broken elementary student. Her green eyes sparkling with lustful mischief, she raised her eyeridges expectantly, and Thamtin felt almost compelled to turn to his left, hand reaching out to clasp around the thin, transparent thread of magic material, purring softly as he carried the spool of rope over. Without hesitation, he bent his now-naked form down, lithely but strongly wrapping the almost-invisible thread once around his mentor's right foot, including the small blue muzzle within the loop. As the fabric joined itself in a circle, it cut off in a perfect loop, merging with its original end and tightening just snug enough to prevent any movement, but not enough to be painful to the white witch.
Thamtin masked his surprise by smiling and raising an eyeridge at the elemental mage, who only cocked her head coyly and purred teasingly back, urging him on. Echoing with a deep rumble of his own, he approached Szint's groin, lifting his broad hindpaw, letting the toes splay and press together before setting it down eagerly, closing his eyes briefly at the shocked whine drawn from the pained youth and the feel of her body conforming so easily to his sole, flesh squeezing between his splayed talons as he crouched down and once more threaded the rope underneath her body, looping it once around and letting it seal snugly to itself, firmly holding his rough white pads against the immature cloaca.
Rising to his feet, he balanced his weight evenly, feeling his pads slowly sinking into the thin body of the youngster even as he leaned forwards, his hands stroking sensually at Slandriss' sides as she leaned back, pulling on his wrists insistently, guiding him onto the soft bed with her, their feet dragging the light weight of her pupil up with them, setting her at the foot of the mattress against the baseboard. Their muzzles, for the first time, pressed against each other, mouths opening to meet in a passionate kiss, long reptilian tongues twining together as their bodies rubbed. The pheromones of the stunningly beautiful mistress of magic saturated the air, and the sandland predator's arousal found no hesitation in pressing throbbingly out against her belly.
There was little, if any, foreplay; the mating dance had taken care of that. Taking her hips tenderly in his grasp, he entered her, pulling her closely to him even as she pressed her body forwards, gasping and hissing in pleasure as his shaft sank deep into the tight folds of her sex. Despite her age, she had not yet found a male attractive enough with which to mate; Thamtin was her first, and she was his. She rode him as much as, if not more than, he took her, her dominating demeanor not diminishing even with a male closer to her maturity. Her muzzle hungrily sought out his as the two lizards began to writhe and twist upon the mattress, the azure youngling strapped tightly to their soles having to endure every move and motion that their legs and hindpaws made. The body of the immature girl was pulled and stretched as the lizards spread their powerful legs in their motions, and folded together as their hind limbs scissored. Hissing in pleasure, Slandriss stretched her legs backwards, squeezing the juvenile's face between the hard wood at the foot of the bed and her leathery, warm black pads, sinking another deep print into the side profile of her pet, even as she ground her hips against those of her bronze lover, who had also pressed his broad, digitigrade walking section deep into the crotch of their mutual paw-toy. The feeling of the small, whimpering reptile moaning in pain and humiliation sent slow, throbbing waves of pleasure through the forms of the new lovers, ecstasy as great as the tight clenching walls of Slandriss' femvent around Thamtin's shaft, and the reciprocated sensations of his sandland member filling her jungle-born sex with its thick, throbbing presence.
Wildly, the two lizardfolk mated, Slandriss biting into Thamtin's neck-scales as she rode him hard, apprentice and mistress driven by the wild passion of lust both for each other and for the feeling of Szint underpaw. Their bodies moved in a frenzied rhythm, thrusting lustfully against each other, scales rasping as they slid past. Again and again the copper foreigner drove his ebony cock deep into his albino lover, each pump causing his leg to straighten, stomping Szint's cloaca into the bedboard again and again. They could feel their climaxes approaching as the combined pleasure of sex and trampling pulsed through their bodies, a sense of energy charging them as their hands stroked each other, claws digging into scales as pleasure and desire throbbed deep into their loins.
Thrusting deep into his snow-scaled lover, Thamtin pulled back even as the green-crested female drew away from him before the two met together with one last thrust, the bronze lizard growling out his triumph as the elemental mage hissed out, their orgasms roaring through their bodies as the copper lizard spurted his thick, viscous seed deep into the clenching, rippling folds of his lover's sex, their legs stretched out in unison to firmly, finally compress Szint against the wooden footboard one last time, paws completely burying her small form beneath them, the thick leathery pads of Slandriss' talons smothering her muzzle even as the harsh white ones of Thamtin's sole pressed and ploughed so deep that Szint's body was compressed to a third its original thickness.
Eventually, the tense bodies of the two lizard lovers relaxed, their arms hugging close around each other as muzzles sought necks. No words were spoken; they weren't needed, and the only sounds that filled the room were the soft whimpering cries of Slandriss' humiliated slave and the content, satisfied purrs of the two adult lizardfolk.
***
The sun streamed through the canopy as Thamtin led his packbeast to the edge of the forest, Slandriss walking serenely beside him. She had changed her outfit again today, going with a completely plain, deep-green leather to match her crest and eyes. As the tree covering gave way to bright, unmitigated sun, the sandland predator turned to face his albino mate.
"Will I ever see you again?" He asked, hope in his voice.
"It would be rather unfaithful of me if you didn't," Slandriss replied with a slow chuckle, "I will visit you. I know enough from what you've told me about how to find your city. I'll send word by courier a few days before I arrive."
"You will need an address..." The copper lizard extended his index claw, and reciprocating the small cantrip that the white-scaled schoolteacher had used before, caused a small slip of parchment to neatly snake out of the tip and into Slandriss' waiting fingers, "That is the academy where I plan to teach. If all goes well, you will find me there."
The two lizards leaned forwards and shared a brief kiss, blue and green eyes connecting tenderly for a moment, sparked by the trample-lust they now shared. Taking the reins of his packbeast, the bronze ex-intern looked one last time at the stunningly beautiful form of his former mentor, now mate, before breaking into a sprint with the large reptilian into the deep desert, his broad, white-padded hindpaws kicking up showers of sand as the two faded into the haze of the sun.
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