Fiora, but not without some sacrifice

“I SAID NO!” Fiora yelled, rage burning in his veins. In a blind fury, he slammed his fist onto his ballsack, which effectively sorted out the “flood of children” problem, but certainly caused his vision to turn white for a few moments. Alyssa’s lifted her feet off his cock just in time, fearing a broken foot wouldn’t be worth the extra trouble.

Fiora stumbled off the bed, regaining control of his lower limbs as he stood up. Alyssa swung her feet down, and tried to pull Fiora back to the bed, but he was faster. Running off the Adrenaline from the blinding pain of the Mike Tyson punch to his balls, Fiora hurled a nearby tome at the camera.

Although the camera was supposedly quite sturdy, it certainly could not stand the impact of a 10-kilogram book slamming head-on to the camera lens. The lens shattered as the entire camera bounced off the back wall before falling onto the floor, the screen cracking as it hit the ground.

“NO!” Alyssa screamed, but she already knew it was too late. Fiora stood back up, only to watch Alyssa crumple to the ground.

Thankfully, he managed to catch her head before she total’d herself on the armrest of her sofa. He lay her head back on the pillows and placed her body back on the couch. Looking at her feet, Fiora noticed a very shocked and awed Alyssa staring back at him. But just as he made eye contact, she looked away in anger.

“Ok fine. I get it. I was a piece of shit and shouldn’t have let you or your counterpart take over your body. Is there a way I can change you back?”

Alyssa grumbled. “The big red book with the stitched edges and brown bookmark. Turn to page 52 and read the inscription. You’ll find the steps to reverse the process there.”

Fiora flipped open the tome, and turned to page 52. On it, the text said as such:

Lift the object of desire in one hand, and gaze at it willingly. Prepare your seed and coat the object while forming an image of the vessel in one’s mind.

“Just in case you lost too many brain cells reading that, you’re supposed to lift me up and uhhh...” Alyssa said.

“Cum on you with an image of your body in my mind.” Fiora replied. “You don’t mind if I?” He gestured to his cock and made a motion to like he was jacking off an imaginary penis.

“I’ve seen your dick this whole time and gotten really acquainted with it. It’s fine.”Alyssa replied.

Fiora put Alyssa’s feet back onto the armrest, as he lifted her right sole with his right hand and jacked himself off with his left. The punch left a slight bruise, but otherwise everything felt alright. Fiora couldn’t help but gaze into Alyssa’s eyes as he stared at the face in the sole of her foot, which caused her to blush.

But it almost seemed like his semen was refusing to cooperate. The faster he tugged, the further away from climax he became. After 15 minutes of trying, he knew that he was pushing rope that simply didn’t want to come out.

Frustrated, he laid back, placing Alyssa’s right foot back down. What he didn’t expect, was for Alyssa to come close and stroke his cock with her feet. Alyssa seemed to have control of both her feet, even though her face was only on the right sole. She wrapped herself around his cock, tugging and stroking with all her might.

Fiora’s cock immediately perked up, as her toes glided up and down its shaft, her arches squeezing his tip as both feet gave it their all. He sat up, gripping Alyssa’s right foot as they brought him to ecstasy.

Finally reaching his climax for the third time in one night, his cock blew a magnificent load all over her soles, drenching them in sticky, white cum which caused her soles to glisten. The face on Alyssa’s right sole began to regress, returning to a reddish mound before disappearing into her sea of wrinkles.

Fiora laid back on Alyssa’s bed, exhausted from the whole ordeal. He looked up just in time to see Alyssa’s eyes reopen, as she surveyed her landscape and herself before bringing her right foot to her face. She curled and flexed her toes, and breathed a sigh of relief that there wasn’t a face there, nor was it suddenly talking again.

She walked over to the bed and tugged on Fiora’s sleeve. “Go change. I don’t want you dirtying my bedsheets any further. There’s a spare pair of oversized red running shorts behind the bathroom door, and I’ve got plenty of oversized shirts in my wardrobe. It’s late and I don’t wanna make you head all the way back home for nothing.”

Fiora smiled as he stood up and went to bathe. But as he did, his cock flopped out of his pants, tip still oozing semen. Alyssa frantically reached for the tissue box and pasted it onto his cock like a poster. “And clean yourself up, will you?” She said, averting her gaze. Fiora blushed as he waddled to the bathroom, cock in hand.

As he showered and changed out, he saw that Alyssa had already changed her sheets and gone to bed. It was certainly a harrowing ordeal for both of them, and they were tired from trying not to get stuck in Alyssa’s feet. He walked to the camera and picked it up.

Thankfully the main components of the camera were still functional, even though the lens was busted and the screen was cracked. He could turn the camera on and off, but the footage it recorded was choppy at best. He double-pressed the shutter and it shrunk to the size of a go-pro, before placing it on the countertop facing the wall and heading to bed.

As Fiora slept, he swore he could feel Alyssa’s feet caressing and rubbing his cock through the fabric of his shorts, but every time he opened his eyes, her feet were nowhere near it. He chalked it up to an overactive imagination and let himself be taken by sleep.

But even in his dreams, Fiora could not escape the possibility that he could have very well ended up as Alyssa’s left foot for all eternity, having visions where he was stepped on, facing the ground and smelling a strong, musky, stench which hung in the air constantly.

He jolted awake to the beeping of the alarm clock, as the beams of sunlight shone through the window.

Thankfully, he and Alyssa would live to see another day.