Chapter 2 - Through Gryphon's Feet and Sweat

It was ten minutes later that he was done with pointless attempts to knock on the door to Kane’s room upon realization that tiger was simply not there. Under normal circumstances it would come much sooner but you don’t get exactly smarter when working under the eye of underworld’s soul collector herself. 


He wasn’t exactly happy with the outcome of things as Kane was probably the only normal person he could talk. Despite being an oasis of regularity in the desert of craziness that the school was, Kane somehow managed to remain sane.

Wondering whether the immunity of fellow student will falter in the incoming months, Mark got before the doors to the last room he'll need to stop by before being able to escape into the the sweet release of death. Or simply his goddess, which wasn't that far from it.

His knuckles meet the wooden door a few times. Before meeting the goddess, he'll need to meet the self called mistress. He knew it wouldn't be so simple as with previous ones and it would most likely test his patience and endurance.

"Here goes nothing" Opening the doors regardless to the lack of response, he walked into the room where spirit of cleanliness died long ago and in agonizing pain, that was without question.

Walking over few used, randomly thrown around pieces of clothing, he stood before the bed and it's owner. Folding his arms and letting out a quiet cough he stared down.

Shellie. A short, petite gryphon whose life would unfold and end at existence of phone and internet. As detached from reality as it gets, she was indifferent to everything around her to a degree where, Mark as ensured, she could be diagnosed with some medical case of apathy. 

Delicate build and height that didn’t go past 1.60 distinguished the fragile, little rebel between other students. Mark was far from tall or well builded and she was even smaller.

There was also question of her dress code, mostly living in the lap of luxury of black and pink shirts and hoods alongside with short skirts that wouldn’t go past thighs. Her fishnet was also a part of necessity in her wardrobe. Mark sometimes wondered if she had anything else. 

And it was only his tough luck that their relations didn't end at peaceful ignorance towards each other's existence.  

"Mi.. Shellie." She certainly had to be called out as his attempt to catch her attention with almost theatrical cough was not enough. He could simply tell her what there was to be told but if things went bad after that it would get only worse. For him, not her.

Pair of purple, uncaring eyes upturned for just split of a second before returning to the screen of her phone. "Oshee." It took him a few seconds to understand and then localize the small can of vitamin packed drink.

He wasn't willing to explain that it was not meant to be regular drink. Not would Shellie care for it anyway. He passed the can and then watched her take a small, almost non-existent sip and then extend her hand.

"Put it back" He followed the order without a word. She possessed a certain ton of pictures that easily could end his social life. Plastic can quietly rested on the wooden floor.

"Mrs. Keira wants you to go to her before tomorrow and fill out your papers. " His spoke but rather to the wall behind her than actual person as Shellie didn't even bother to look at him.

She rised her legs into the air, hanging pair of small, soft feet just before his eyes. Mark could see the black fabric of her peds, she wore only ankle-high socks. Easy to take off. 

He spread his lips to say another word but before his tongue had a chance to move one of them rested on his face. He took a deep breath, inhaling deeply the salacious scent of her sweat.

His meatrod already began to awaken becoming harder with every second from the very smell she produced. Shellie changed a little on the bed and then rested toes of the other foot on his chin, eventually pulling it down and spreading his mouth.

“Sh-” Cut before being able to say anything, Mark could taste on the fabric of her petite, delicate foot as it slipped further into his cavity, eventually resting the tip on his tongue, giving even deeper sensation of her taste.

Salty sweat mixed with his juices in almost appetizing manner, his body answered and saliva began to flow wetting the fabric and giving it even darker shade. In the meantime another answer was given from his body in form a bulge pressing against the barrier of his trousers.

N-Not good.. He tried to speak but could only utter incomprehensible mutter while unintentionally running his tongue across the clothy surface and being able to sense the shape of her slick, gryphon toes.

Other foot would not rest on his face aimlessly as it soon found it’s way down his chest, alluringly rubbing against his chest, sliding down across it’s entire length and then softly crushing the bulge with the bottom of her foot.

With the force of hell against the throbbing, restless cock, Mark could only let out a hopeless, starved moan and press back at her, trying to maximize force put onto his crotch. God..

But she would refuse to grant him the sensation he aimed for, rising her foot and denying him mercilessly. “Too fast” 

“Mihtess..” He let out a pleading cry, still with toes on his tongue and shuddered wildly. His mind and crotch were burning alike, demanding the touch of her godly feet. 

Shellie wouldn’t even look at him, simply typing on her phone as if he wasn’t there at all. But her foot slid further into his mouth cavity, enjoying the warmth and wetness. 

Denied the pleasure of he was starved for, Mark closed his eyes and then softly clamped his teeth around the foot, causing Shellie’s eyes to rise up at him in curious manner for the first time. 

He pulled his head back and began pulling the sock off from slick foot of her mistress, which held very well in his mouth as the fabric was already wet. Mark soon stared at the gryphon mistress, holding her little, black sock between teeth.

“Pass” Ordering him like a pet, she extended her hand to receive the wet piece of clothing and he followed like one bending forward and leaving it on the open palm of her hand. She turned her amethyst eyes towards. “Good boy.”

His cock almost jumped in his pants at the sound of her voice, showing that it wasn’t exactly just blackmail that brought him to the obedience he given her. 

Mark could stare at the flawless little foot of his gryphon mistress, bright bark-coloured fur turning white just around the nails, each painted violet, shining from all of his saliva that soaked through the sock. 

She moved her toes in a wave, showing them off temptingly and eventually resting them on his chin once more, this time allowing him to feel everyone separately with big one just on Mark’s lip. 

“Come on, you degenerate.” Her other foot “accidentally” nudged the top of his raging tool, sending a restless shiver across his body. 

He spread his lips and then took them in, relishing in the taste of her skin, an exquisite mixture of salty aroma and sweet aftertaste which came from yet unknown to him source. 

The tongue ran across her skin, collecting everything on it’s way and leaving it spotless in all of it’s beauty. When he could no longer feel brackish sensation Mark’s tongue slipped between the toes, engulfing them entirely in his fleshy service and marking with his saliva. 

Toes of a furred goddess, remained within his mouth for a few seconds more but as soon as they were clean, when every spot between toes was licked immaculate, Shellie took back her fleshy gift.

The deer stared as it emerged from his mouth, observed the saliva strings that formed after it and broke their connection with her body, eventually falling back onto his chin.

“Mistress..” He muttered quietly as using only her feet, she took sock off the other leg foot and then put pressed against his face, rubbing across it’s entire length.

Mark took a deep breath, inhaling the her scent anew and relishing in the perfume of his mistress’ sock and sweat that was it’s lining. As his lungs were filled with her flavour she used her toes to put it deeper into his mouth, serving it as a soft form of gag. 

“Good boy…” She grabbed her phone and then took a photo of her pet, a beautiful deer boy with sock sticking out of his mouth and saliva strings resting on his chin. “Get off my bed and undress.”




Few moments later he was sitting on his knees, wearing nothing but his boxers which turned into a tent long ago. Gryphon mistress licked her lips and then rested one of her feet on his head.

His eyes fixed at the image of her exposed pantes; a black pair of mesh panties  that were almost perfectly transparent and only darkened around her private parts where a tiny cameltoe presented itself. 

“I swear, you’re such a beta..” She looked down at him and then grabbed her drink, taking a sip from the can.  He wanted to argue, to deny her words. But it would mean taking out the sock, still flowing with the sweat of his relishment. 

“Now.. Would you like me to take care of this tiny dick? “ She leaned a little and whispered, staring at the throbbing tent at his crotch. At the sound of her voice angry meatrod perked up wildly.

She licked her lips and then took foot off his head, nodding to herself quietly. “You were a good boy so far.. I think you deserve it. But what about you?” 

He shuddered wildly and then nodded quietly, staring at the black undergarments of his mistress.

“Can’t hear you.” Her voice was faint but for him it was more than enough to drive him crazy. The feeling was only strengthened when her heel softly rubbed against his crotch.

“I deserve it..” His eyes pooled with shame which was so mercilessly quelched with her touch. 

“Little boy longs for my feet.” Wearing a mocking smile she lowered her foot all the way down his face, chest and then reunited with the other one for a mere second just to slip both of them under his boxers and grasp the edge.

Involuntarily he let a miserable moan out of his throat as they slowly rised the fabric and uncovered his tool from the cloth prison, exposing it to the outside world. 

Throbbing but not veiny, standing straight but nowhere near large; his manhood reached maybe good twelve centimeters at this point and it certainly was it’s limit.

“Oh my.” Her tongue ran across the bottom lip and soon they both were spread, allowing a massive drop of saliva to form in her mouth and then fall onto his red, angry tool.

The very sensation of cold fluid splattering across caused the dick to twitch wildly, begging for more. She leaned even further and then whispered right into his ear. “Let’s have some fun”

Feeling her warm breath on his skin, Mark stared as two slick, beautiful feet found their way to his tool and then clasped around his shaft, forcing a spasm upon his body. 

Puffy flesh caressed his miniature tool that was left for months without any touch; opening the gates of heaven and causing it to burn in desire. 

“What happens if I…” Shellie slowly led her godly limbs upwards, tormenting the sensitive cock with pleasure.

Another undefined sound left his sock-blocked mouth, a moan that was strangely close to a whine.

But it was nothing more than begging whimper that she heard when her feet grasped the head of his cock. 

Gryphon mistress smirked at his reaction finding her own relishment and amusement in it and then put more pressure onto it, stroking it softly. “You’re such a beta-”

Before her sentence was over, Shellie blinked surprised as she saw the white nectar sprouting from his cock with force staining her godly feet and even reaching his head.

Quick to adapt to new situation, she answered with nothing else but a soft chuckle. “Speaking of premature ejaculations.”

With feeling of manliness shattered and his own semen sticking to chin, Mark only stared as she rubbed seed stained feet against his chest, cleaning them and leaving love stains on his skin and fur alike.

“Now, don’t be so ashamed” Once she was generally clean, Shellie crossed her legs on the bed and took a sweet photo of naked deer with semen smeared all around his body. 

“Let us get to the better part. Or I’ll have to send that..” Her little smirk heralded more to come that would burn out the very remnants of his masculinity in exchange for the pleasure that only she could grant. 
