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A short while passed as I quietly pecked her sole with kisses. Finally, she spoke while grabbing my cock, "Do you ever go down?" She joked. But she had a point. I was creating a scary amount of semen to be able to keep ejaculating like I have been all day. I had never jerked off more than twice in a day, but now I had lost count of how many times I'd came. I also had an idea of where this new vigor was coming from. That weird energy. It seemed to have influenced both myself and all the girls. Ever since I felt it transfer to them, I recognized that they were all practically throwing their feet at me. Even if they all had foot fetishes, it didn't really make sense for them all to decide to exercise them with me all on the same day.

Finally, I lightly brushed Della's hot sole off of my face and sat up. When I looked at her, I saw her looking back at me with a similar affection to what I had seen in Ava's eyes earlier. My reaction, though, was guilt.

I began to speak, "Della, I have a question."

"Go ahead." She said while resting her sole on the front vein of my cock.

"Before today, you hated me." I began. As I spoke, Della increased the pressure on my dick. "But all of the sudden, today we not only made up, but started going out." I said.

"What are you getting at?" Della asked with narrowed eyes.

"You said it yourself, that you didn't like feet before today too. I had never even seen you barefoot before today." I said. "What changed?" I asked.

Della looked at me appraisingly for a moment before she sighed. "It changed when you bumped into me this morning." She said. "I felt a weird static shock or something, and before I could process anything, you were gone." She continued. "Then when I walked inside, I saw Ava's feet, and for the first time recognized that I found feet hot." She said.

I sat quietly for a minute or so. "Della, I think that energy that made you like feet... Came from me." I said.

"No shit Sherlock." She said. "Is this what you've been getting at? That you feel guilty for making me and probably the other two like feet?" She asked.

Sensing her tone was a bit aggressive, I meekly nodded.

She sighed. "Look, I can't speak for Roxy or Ava, but it's like I said earlier. I've never had better sex in my life. Beyond that, though, I've also never felt an emotional connection like this." She gestured towards the both of us. "Even if what we have now is the result of something supernatural.. if I'm being honest I just find that hot." She said. Seeing my look she chuckled. "Look around, you don't become goth like me without liking magic and shit."

"But-" I tried to speak but was cut off.

"But nothing bozo. If you feel like I was **** to have feelings for you then I can at least confirm to you that you're wrong there. I hated you just as much after that bump this morning as before." She said. "The feelings we've developed, even if accelerated, are real." She accentuated her point by bringing her foot to her own face.

"And I'm happier now liking feet than I ever was not." She finished as she sucked one of her toes and quietly moaned.

The conversation was certainly helpful. I had been worried ever since I realized the supernatural element of all of this, but Della had helped alleviate my concerns. I was very grateful. To show how grateful, I pulled the foot she had been resting on my cock up to my mouth and began licking it. Now she openly moaned at the pleasure of me worshipping her foot while she also worshipped her other foot. She began touching herself while I redoubled my efforts. Within moments, Della was brought to an orgasm.

Separating her feet from our faces, Della held my face and smiled at me. "Now you need to go clean up while I change. I need to look good when I meet the family." She said.