A sexual encounter and some answers

Snooping around in witches’ private rooms sounds like a surefire way to end up in slavery – if you’re lucky. Plus, you were taught how impolite such a behavior is, so you decide against opening the doors and having a look around. Yet as you walk past the ajar door you hear a loud moan and scream, one that frightens you, but then you realize it was not one of pain, but of pleasure. Someone is masturbating inside that room.

Giving the fact that you are currently in a witches’ coven, the one inside is most likely a monster girl masturbating to some sort of smelly footwear. In a human village, you would leave as discreet as possible, especially since anything sexual is considered private among humans. However the past days of traveling with a basically naked monster girl who gets off of smelling your armpits, not to mention earlier the day when you were cumming buckets from having your feet licked, have awakened your curiosity. Feeling arousal, even sexual satisfaction from smelling feet and footwear is so new to you that you can’t help but feel curious about how the person behind the door might pleasure herself.

While you debate in your head whether you should knock on the door, another, loud and drawn out moan of pleasure comes from behind it. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you move to open the door and step inside, to be greeted by the sight of a green-skinned monster girl lying on a bed, stark naked, some dirty socks next to her, exhausted, but smiling happily, like a very satisfied sock fetishist after a long masturbation session.

As the girl lies with her eyes closed, still riding the high of her last stink-induced orgasm, you get the chance to look her over. She is younger than the two older witches you have met before, about as old as Caillinn, the one who gave you the over-sexed foot job. Her green skin makes it clear she is a witch, but aside from that, she completely lacks the ugly elements you have found in Edmortia or the other witches. She neither has the long, crooked nose nor the gnarly fingers, no warts, not even her hair is ragged or dirty. Instead, she has a cute button nose, long, slender fingers and well-kempt, slightly messy locks of brunette hair with flowers woven into it. Even her skin color is not as sickly green as the other’s, but instead a much warmer green that reminds you of a sun-lit meadow. This is at the very least not a pure-blooded witch, you think as the girl stirs and finally opens her eyes.

As she notices you standing in front of her bed and staring at her naked form, you immediately jerk your eyes away with burning cheeks, but the witch doesn’t seem to mind. “Why hello there”, she purrs and pulls herself up. “I’ve been told we have a guest at our coven, but when I’ve heard you are a human, I’ve imagined you to be a boring prude. But it seems you are quite aggressive, coming into my room and watching me masturbate with Nakna’s socks! How daring… I like it”, she giggles and twirls her hair around her finger playfully. Your face burns up even more, and you stutter: “Ehmm no I”, which provokes even more giggles from the girl.

“Come on, no need to be so shy”, she says and presenting her full breasts, dripping wet honey pot and dirty, smelly witch feet. “I like being watched… but I would like it even more if you’d join me.” Her shameless display of her sexuality does arouse you and you start to consider joining her in another stinky sock filled girl sex session. But before you can make up your mind, the smelly socks that were scattered all around on her bed pull together and form a humanoid head. At first you are frightened, but then you remember the sock elemental you met outside the coven.

“Unfortunately for you, Mistress Edmortia is waiting for our guest in the ritual room. May I advise you to go see her now, guest? Mistress Edmortia has little patience.” Her voice is just as grating to the ears as earlier. The witch on the bed pouts and sighs. “Aww, really? Then you’d better go downstairs, but before that, would you tell me your name?”

“Anastasya”, you reply, which makes her giggle and lick her lips. “Anastasya… sounds like cheesy feet and delicious pussy nectar. My name is Zaimela. Maybe we can get together for the night… if you want to, we could explore our feet and pussies together. I would love to smell yours and give you mine…”

You are unsure what to reply, but it seems the witch doesn’t want an answer anyways, instead pulling the sock elemental in for a kiss with one hand and moving her other hand down between her legs to start masturbating once again. You take one last breath of stale air smelling of cheesy socks and sex, then say: “Yeah. Um. Maybe”, and almost flee the room of this insatiable witch minx. Once outside, you close the door behind you and take several deep breaths to calm your pulse, as the little minx has you very aroused, a feeling that is still quite new to you. You return to your room and wash your face again, the cold water calming your nerves, then walk towards the stairs and head down towards the living room.

Back downstairs you see that one of the formerly closed doors now stands open and you can hear noises from it that reminds you of kitchen noises. You look inside and see that it is indeed a kitchen and one of the witches is busy cooking something in a much smaller cauldron than the one in the living room. Vemaho is helping her making a stew of some sort, one you hope to be edible for humans and monster girls alike. Surely their love for stink does not include their food?

The witch turns and notices you standing in the door. It is Caillinn, the one who gave you the overly sexual foot licking. “Ah, you are awake”, she says in her over-sexualized voice. The witch upstairs sounded like someone constantly in lust, but this one sounds like she wants YOU constantly in lust. “Edmortia is waiting for you. She has some answers about your delicious feet. You two should go see her.”

Her voice makes your bones melt and your honey pot drip with arousal, especially after witnessing the sexual scene between the witch and her sock partner. Vemaho snaps you out of your infatuation as she moves towards you and happily says: “Yes! I’m so curious already what Miss Edmortia has to say! Come on, mistress, let’s go!”

Her enthusiasm, combined with a burst of now oddly familiar cheesy stink from her bare feet clears your head again. Luckily for you, the witches are all wearing boots to hide their horrible foot stench from you just a bit, and with the constantly open windows you can breathe without gagging. You remember the reason you are here in this witch house is to get some information about your strangely enchanting feet, and follow Vemaho into the living room. Filled with some anticipation of your own, you step in and see three of the armchairs occupied.

Edmortia the Putrid, the coven mother, sits in the middle one. She once again looks like an elderly woman, but her green skin and crooked nose and mostly her large black boots and black dress make clear she is no ordinary old lady. She has a long-stemmed pipe in her mouth and puffs out bluish-grey clouds of smoke that fill the air with a weird mixture of smoky smell, rotten cabbage and cinnamon. The combination is the most offensive smell you have ever smelled and makes you gag a bit, so you try to focus on other things.

Tamaria, the witch who greeted you earlier the day, sits in the armchair on the far left. She has your old boots in her hands and takes occasional smells from them. Both witches seem friendly to you, not at all like vicious monsters, and to top it off, they don’t even seem ugly anymore, despite their witchy features. You are glad you don’t have to smell them that much, as the windows stand wide open in here as well.

Between the two green-skinned women sits the pale-skinned spirit monster girl who was watching over you when you woke up. Her streaky hair flows gently around her as she watches you approach the group of armchairs and her white skin shines in the sunlight, making her seem almost see-through. She is bare-footed and wears only a pale nightgown, so she is the one who stinks up the room the most with a foot smell that reminds you of decay more than anything else.

“Ah, our guests. Come in and take a seat”, Edmortia says as you step closer. “Anastasya, you have met Orellanna, have you?” You nod and take a seat on a chair, Vemaho once again sitting on the floor next to your feet. The spirit monster girl nods, but doesn’t respond. Edmortia takes another long drag of her pipe and blows out a cloud of foul-smelling smoke before continuing: “You probably want some answers about earlier.” You nod and reply: “Definitely. In fact, what happened earlier has made me even more confused. I can understand one monster girl being infatuated with my feet, there are oddballs for everything. But more than one? And witches? That just doesn’t happen. Please tell me how that’s possible, I really want to know.”

Edmortia does not reply immediately, however, instead taking more puffs and staring into the room. Instead, Tamaria answers by placing your old boots in front of you. “If I may, have you smelled your own smell before?” You shake your head, humans just don’t do this – usually. “Then please, take a breath of your boots.” You stare at the green-skinned woman, who replies: “I promise it’s no trick. Please.” You still have doubts, but pick them up and tentatively take a whiff off your boots. It smells like cheesy, sweaty feet, really bad for your human nose, but weak compared to monster girl feet.

“You don’t notice anything?” Edmortia asks. “I thought so. I didn’t think you could even notice there is a specialty to your feet, but to everyone else, they are nigh irresistible. I have to admit I don’t know why, as I have never smelled anything like it, but I can say it is a very special kind of stink. It reminds me a bit of our queens, the six monster girls most blessed by our goddess, but on an entirely different level.” Edmortia pauses again to drag on her pipe, then continues.

“I can only speculate about this, but I assume that your foot smell is not just attracting, but downright addictive for monster girls. Even we feel drawn towards it more than most other smells. Plus, it may have the same effect on humans. You may or may not have the feet to solve all of our troubles, as you could make all humans submit to your feet. But that is just a speculation.” Edmortia leans towards you and looks straight into your eyes. “I am sorry to tell you this, but I don’t know what your special smell is. I just know that it is very special, almost royal. Anything else, I have no idea.”

Edmortia leans back again and blows out another cloud of horrible smelling smoke as you also lean back in your chair and try to digest her words. A smell that these witches don’t know? One that reminds them of the monster queens, these infamous queens of stench that are rumored to be able to knock humans out with their feet? She even called your smell ‘royal’? You swallow hard and try to decide what to answer her. The witches and even Vemaho remain silent, waiting for you to show a reaction to the incredible, but somewhat empty reveal.