Jake was a young new recruit who was training with Ciri who also was quite new to the Witcher academy to hunt monster. Despite being inexperienced, he tended to be a bit arrogant, cockily talking about how much better he was then Ciri and how he could teach her which only earned him more disdain from her to find a way to prove him wrong and teach him a lesson in humility. When an opportunity came, she challenged him to a sparring match. Wearing light gear, both began to fight and as he tried to keep up with Ciri he found himself outmatched as she got the better of him during their spars. Despite being the superior fighter, she still worked up quite a good amount of sweat in her leathery knee high brown boots during their sparring match. Her boots were already muddy from fighting on the field as she finally managed to knock him down to the ground where Jake surrendered in submission to her skills as he started to shakily get back up to his feet.
"Alright! Alright you're the superior fighter!"
He said feeling a bit flustered as he gazed up to her beautiful face and down to her worn brown boots
Ciri obviously knew of the young hunter's potential, but his coky nature and obviously sloppy handiwork in sparring didn't help when it came to his "potential". It left a lot to be desired she thought. When he asked to spar she rolled in her eyes, before simply getting herself prepared. It didn't take long for her to simply hold him by the arm, nearly cracking it in the process, before forcing him onto the ground with not much force.
"you're awfully dumb to challenge the one person that trained you." she stated dully, having her boot stepped down onto his chest, before looking down at him "I'd ought to just kick you outta this Academy, but that'd be too harsh." she stated "what to do with you..." she thought of ways she could possibly punish him for his actions, seeing as he wanted to spar out of the blue.
Jake gulped nervously when he felt the young Witcher's booted sole step down onto his chest, pinning him rather easily underfoot. He groaned a bit from the pressure, a fearful look showing in his eyes as he gazed up to her stern firm gaze, unsure what she was thinking, already feeling humbled.
"P-please don't, I realized I made a mistake. I should have known better then to try to prove myself better. Don't kick me out please."
He squirmed a bit helplessly, already disgusted at the idea of being debased so easily but at the same time nervous to see what she'd do next. He glanced down at her boot once more, wrinkling his nose at the whiff of powerful stink that waft from it a bit, seeing that she was being firm and in complete control of the situation.
"W-what are you going to do?"
It didn't take long to think of an idea, as she grinned, looking down at the boy beneath her. "alright, I got an idea." she stated with a hint of glee, as she untied her boot on his chest, before pulling it off, having her stirrup'd bare feet revealed. She didn't wear socks, so the stench and sweat accumulated from her boot was exponetional, with little bits of grime from the constant walking, and the recent spar. The stirrup gave it a nice look, despite all the grime, and the stench was intoxicating, practically filling his nostrils within seconds, as she pushed her boot to the side and wiggled her toes "you'll be worshipping my feet as punishment." she said with a chuckle. "hope you don't mind the smell, I've been out all day." she said sarcastically, as she stepped back down onto his chest, checking his reaction first.
The boy had a frightened expression on his face when Ciri grinned down at him which then turned to a puzzled one as she began to untie her boots.
"What do you mean?"
A horrified expression came to his face when he suddenly saw her tug off her combat boot with some force, revealing her beautiful sweltering stirrup barefoot, layered with sweat and grime from wearing them so long. Instantly the air filled with the reeking hard working Witcher's feet, built up from running on her feet all day. Staring up at her hovering flawless dainty perfect sized sole as she wiggled her toes, he wrinkled his nose before shaking his head.
"That's so demeaning, your feet look like they haven't been washed in months! I wouldn't put my face anywhere near those!"
He said shakily as his face paled. When she stepped down on his chest, pinning him to the floor, he squirmed around a bit trying to get free, not all too thrilled at being subjected to Ciri's reeking grimy foot, but aware that her aggressive nature might not give him a choice even with his defiance to her punishment due to how much she was enjoying this.
"it's either this or you get kicked out." she left him no other choice "seeing as you decided to spar, lose horribly, and your cocky nature, i'm sure that's enough to get you out of here." she added, having her foot step down onto his face, her toes wiggling on his nose, giving him the full brunt of the intoxicating stench coming from her feet "or, you can get to worshipping, and you'll be off the hook. Your choice." as she said that she stepped down onto his nose harshly, grinding it left and right, the sweat sticking to his nose, before moving her sole to his lips, letting the sweat seep though his lips to let him taste. "now are you gonna lick or do i have to force it upon you?" she asked with a smirk, seeing what he'll do
"W-wait I can make it up to yo-"
The boy's words were flat out cut off the moment she planted her foot firmly on his face, completely engulfing his senses in a layer of sweaty stench. Groaning in protest, he could feel her slick sweaty foot firmly wiggling all over his nose, making him squirm as he tried to shift his face away. He could feel her slender dexterous toes wiggling all over his nose, coating it with layers of grime and sweat as some of it began to seep into his nostrils, filling his lungs with the toxic fume. He couldn't believe just how badly the stunk with a mixture of dizzying leathery earthly stench that made his eyes tear a bit. A muffled garble came from his lips as she grinded his nose underfoot, making it easily bend to her will as it shifted from side to side, breathing in deeply, making a cool rush of air flow between her toes much to her delight. When she shifted her foot to his lips, he felt it pushing down, making it harder to breath properly and think clearly. Trying to appear tough, he keeps his mouth shut tight, refusing to give in hoping she wouldn't go too hard on him, very afraid by what she meant by force it on him. She was so aggressive as it is and her stench was so strong, it violated his senses to the point where he could hardly function. He could only imagine what would happen when she took her other boot off that was cooking inside her boots all day and stepped all over his face.
She sighed, watching him resist was amusing, to say the least, though not the kind of answer she asked for. "well, it's your funeral." without hesitation she forced her toes into his mouth, worming their way inside as she grabbed his tongue between two toes, before moving her sole up and down across his tongue, filling his tongue with sweat and dirt from her feet. "since you wanna act all tough..." she sat down on his chest, unlacing her second boot, to have her second foot revealed, as grimy and sweaty as the other, maybe even worse. "perhaps you'll like two to play with." with no hesitation once more, she added her second foot to the mix, having it invade his nose while the other invaded his mouth, rubbing her sole up and down across his nose, before blocking out his nostrils with two toes, forcing him to breathe in through them.
"having fun?"
The boy was hardly able to speak aside from a few muffled grunts as Ciri pried his lips open rather easily, causing it to stretch while caking his lips with sweat and grime. Letting out a garbled groan, he feels her swealtering reeking toes begin to wrap around his tongue, grabbing at it as she coated it with the built up sweat and thick toe jam. He could taste the grime and sweat flowing freely into his mouth, violating it to her hearts content as his tongue squirmed and got wedged between her toes. He tried to push her toes out but only succeeded in slipping his tongue along her toes into her sweaty soaked stirrup, tasting the drenched leathery material as it got stuck in there.
"Ghpphm!"
He gazed up at her with fearful eyes, seeing that she wasn't holding back and rather enjoying herself. When she sat down on his chest unlaced her second boot revealing her peachy reddish sole, his eyes rolled back as she suddenly forced it down firmly against his nose, making it squelch back with an audible noise, creating a new foot mark against it. He felt her swipe her foot back and forth repeatedly, in a firm dominate motion, making a new wave of reeking stench invade his nostrils with her stirrup rubbing against it with each swipe giving it a unique texture and appearance. When she wedged her toes into two dainty toes, he felt light headed as most of his breathing was cut off with only his nose barely being able to inhale her revolting putrid intense stench that blew from underneath her stirrups and between her toes, making his eyes rolled back as he shivered beneath the dominating Witcher.
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