Look away

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Elf = 1}{endif

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You can't indulge any more than you already have. After all, you have a loyal family who awaits your safe return, and you know that falling into this trap will only prolong your stay in the dungeon. A mental image of your wife clouds your vision as you resist setting your sights on the fae twins' toes.

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Elf = 1}Her eyes are like deceptively delicate crystals that you can't look away from, but in your peripheral view, the rest of her face is visible. She's got sharp, pointed cheekbones and plump lips masked with dark burgundy lipstick. Her lids have the same shade painted over them creating a smokey eye that draws you into her jade spheres like a black hole. Her eyebrows are just as long as her ears and they're scrunched together above her eyes in a familiar expression that shows her displeasure at your fragility. You know that she has every right to be disappointed in you, too. Your shrimp dick is brimming out of the edges of your cage over feet of all things. You haven't even seen their pussy lips - no, it's their feet that you're getting off to. You should definitely be ashamed of yourself.

You're reminded that this is the condition your wife left you in. How many times has she set her dirty heels up on a stool and beckoned you over to clean her soles? Has a day even gone by where you weren't humiliatingly teased by her feet brushing up against your cage or stomping on your face? You've been trained for years to respond this way to beautiful, feminine toes, even if they don't belong to your wife. You've lost track of the number of times that you've ended up gazing at your daughters' delicious feet and praying that someday you might be lucky enough to get just a lick of their pinky toes. Even now, you're dripping at the thought.{endif

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Orc = 1}Her prominent tusks are jutting out from the sides of her juicy basil-colored lips and her syrupy mocha eyes are bursting with rage at how weak you've become as a man - specifically as her husband. It isn't the first time you've seen this look, either. You know exactly what it means. She's made it clear to her friends and family how dissatisfying your marriage is after all of these years, but now, here you are, falling for feet. You are wasting your stiffness on getting high off of the sweaty scent of well-traveled soles instead of standing up for yourself. You'd rather let the two twins dominate you than be the man who puts them in their place, and it's pathetic.

Even if you were going to betray the sanctity of your marriage, you're not even the one on top. Instead, you're contemplating turning your mouth into a footbath and worshipping the most unappetizing part of the body to most. You'd rather humiliate yourself by becoming a **** to the flick of their toes than taking them by the hips and fucking the twins yourself. What kind of man are you? Your wife is right to question how fit you are for her, especially because you're not even well-endowed enough to be worth the trouble of giving into your submissive tendencies. The degradation is only fueling your turgidity as you start to dribble pre from your cum-nozzle.{endif

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You need to take advantage of this moment of clarity while you have it because the temptation of oggling the fae girls draws closer with each passing second. You have to make a choice.