I Belong To You

This was part me playing through Fire Emblem again (Because it's one of those games that you can play again whenever you want and always appreciate the simplicity) and wanting to write something for it. It was also part me resolving what I thought was a closet foot fetish, but upon further inspection, turns out to be a stocking fetish. So I have learned more about myself today. Isn't that wonderful?

Anyway, enjoy your femdom.

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“So what's her name?”

Erk groaned out loud, feeling no need to suppress his irritation. Serra would choose to not notice it anyway, with her extremely selective hearing. That was, after all, the way she was.

It hadn't even been a day since Erk had met Serra again. It wasn't even more than a couple of hours from their victory at Laus castle over Eliwood's rival Erik, and Serra had already fallen into her normal stride of constantly harassing Erk. Following him through the newly captured castle. Erk attempted to walk fast enough that she would fall behind, but it seemed his hint towards not wanting to talk was wasted on her. He supposed he should have been used to that by then.

“So? What is it? Where's she from?” Serra pressed onward, ignoring Erk's lack of response.

Erk sighed. “You could just as easily direct these questions at the girl herself,” he responded, reluctantly acknowledging Serra's stream of questions. “Although I am tasked with protecting her I know that you're not physically harmful to anyone. Though I can't say the same about being mentally harmful.”

“Oh no no no. I'd much rather talk to you about it,” Serra said happily, once again ignoring Erk's passive aggressive wit. “After all it's just been soooo long since we saw each other,” she continued, putting her hand on Erk's shoulder and bringing both of them to a halt. Albeit a reluctant one on Erk's part. “I just wanted to see if you forgot.”

“Forgot?” Erk asked plainly. He quickly felt himself be pulled toward Serra, then another hand grabbed his other shoulder and pushed him against the nearest wall. Erk cursed silently to himself at his lack of physical strength, and in his being forced anywhere by a girl of average strength.

“You know what I'm talking about.” Serra said, acting happy despite the obvious force in her hands as she continued to pressure Erk slowly against the wall.

Erk sighed and decided that although he could force his way out of Serra's grip it would be simpler to just answer Serra's questions and be done with it. “Her name is Priscilla. She's a noblewoman from Eturia that I have been charged with protecting.”

Serra's fake smile only got wider. “I don't care,” she said happily. “I don't care if she's St. Elmine herself. There's no possible way you could have forgotten what I told you before we said goodbye last time.”

Erk said nothing and felt himself purposely avoiding Serra's eyes. Without meaning to he shifted down against the wall slightly, only to feel Serra's grip tightening on his shoulders.

“You. Are. Mine.” Serra said, punctuating every word forcibly. “While of course I don't care that you wanted to go back and learn some more magic or whatever nonsense you were doing in Eturia, but you can't go protecting every pretty little whore you come across. That's just disloyal to your owner.” she continued happily, taking a tone as if she was chastising a child.

“Ugh...” Erk groaned out loud. “I have said before and I will say again. You don't own me.” he said, still avoiding her eyes.

Serra shook her head lightly. “Well it seems that you really did forget over the last year,” she said, sounding mock disappointed. “Well then I'll have to remind you. Oh it'll be just like old times!” she said happily, shifting her grip from both shoulders to just Erk's neck with a single hand.

With her other hand she reached behind her and pulled out a sleep staff. She never brought this staff out in battle, as it was unlikely she would ever be able to put anyone to sleep with it unless she somehow managed to catch her enemies off guard. She wasn't experienced enough to use it effectively otherwise. Luckily for her, Erk was most certainly off guard right now.

Erk, for what it was worth, was struggling. He had grabbed Serra's arm with both hands and pulled it away from his neck, unfortunately he realized too late that his struggle was with the wrong arm. He cursed himself again as he caught a glimpse of the sleep staff, knowing that Serra must have already cast the spell. His instant drowsiness confirmed this as he slumped back against the wall.

“There there,” Serra said soothingly, patting Erk's head as she let him fall down. “Don't worry, I'm just going to remind you of the very important fact that you forgot.”

Erk's vision blurred and went dark as he landed on the ground, the last thing he heard was Serra humming happily to herself as she pet his head.


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When Erk first woke up he quickly realized he couldn't use his arms. There wasn't anything wrong with them exactly, but they were tied behind him rather securely. As he shook the sleepiness out of his head, Erk decided to take stock of his situation and think rationally. That was something that he prided himself in being able to do after all.

He didn't recognize his surroundings, but that really went without saying as he hadn't spent much time in Laus' castle yet. If he had to guess, which he did, he would say this was the bedchamber of someone important. Looking slightly to the right he found he was correct, as he saw the bed. Erk himself seemed to be leaned against a wall on the side of the room. He was as far away from the door as possible, he noted to himself unhappily. Not that it mattered, as not only could he not operate the obviously locked door with his hands tied, a quick check revealed, rather predictably, that his feet were tied as well.

Light shuffling from the bed lead Erk's eyes back in that direction, where he saw the woman responsible for this. She had most likely been lying back on the large bed, but was now sitting along the edge looking at Erk with a mischievous smile on her face.

When Erk noticed her, more specifically her attire, his breath caught slightly in his throat. He swallowed audibly and turned away from her quickly. Serra had shed her normal dress entirely. In place of it she instead presented herself in nothing but stockings, a garter belt, and a corset, all pure white, as was standard of Serra's taste in color. Whether she always wore this under her dress or she had changed into them after removing it wasn't really a concern to Erk, as he was more concerned with the fact that, as she was wearing no other undergarments, this left her vagina directly at Erk's eye level as she sat unashamedly looking at him.

“Oh good, you're up. That didn't take long at all,” Serra said as she stood and walked slowly to Erk. “I barely had time to rest since dragging you up here.”

Erk, keeping his eyes away from Serra, mumbled up to her. “Serra, what are you doing?”

Serra laughed loudly and happily, and just like everything else she had been doing it carried a slight confrontational or perhaps even violent intent. “You know what I'm doing. I'm sure you must remember the times I did this last year.” she said, moving next to Erk and squatting down in front of him.

“Ugh...” Erk groaned but said nothing, staring at the door in an attempt to ignore thinking about it.

Serra sighed. “Well maybe you're just still sleepy.” she said, standing up. Erk noticed out of the corner of his eye that she seemed to tower over him and tried his best not to feel pathetic, as she no doubt hoped he would. That didn't last long though, as he quickly found one of Serra's feet pressed directly against his face. He cursed his initial reaction to yell at Serra, as it just became muffled in Serra's heel.

“Haha! Well that certainly woke you up! You went straight for a taste even with me having sweat from carrying you up here!” Serra laughed happily. She continued to press the sole of her right foot against Erk's face, keeping perfect balance as she spoke to him happily. “I'm not sure why you keep playing hard to get with your owner. There's no way you could possibly have forgotten that you belong to me.”

As if to punctuate that, Serra suddenly moved her foot to the side, knocking Erk down onto his side and onto the floor. “Ugh... S-serra,” Erk started to groan out, but was quickly cut short.

Serra put a finger to her lips and hissed for Erk to be quiet. “I didn't tell you you could talk,” she said plainly, moving Erk away from the wall with surprising leg strength and balance.

Serra laughed again. “Oh there's no way you forgot,” she said, happily taking her place above him with a leg on either side of his head. She slowly lowered herself to squat directly over his face, leaving her slowly moistening pussy lips directly above Erk's mouth, but not actually sitting on him. “I'm certain you know what you're supposed to say and do right here.”

Erk for his part had already lost the ability to speak well and was rapidly losing the ability to express himself in any other way as he struggled with the smells dropping down onto him. Not only could he still smell Serra's feet in his nostrils but now the even more attractive scent of her sex was practically dripping down onto him. He grit his teeth as he felt his resistance break. There wasn't really a point in resisting anyway, he rationalized. After all, he couldn't exactly force his way out of the situation all that well.

Erk's head moved upward as his now outstretched tongue made its way straight to Serra's lower lips, forcing its way inside. Serra let out a small yelp of surprise before quickly regaining her composure. “Oh, you didn't say it first,” she said, sounding slightly disappointed as she lowered herself and sat directly on Erk's face. “Oh well, I'll just have to make you.”

The base instincts in Erk's brain quickly decided that he had made the right choice, much to his rational thought's chagrin. The taste that instantly assaulted his tongue were quite delicious, at least to him, however that weren't as pleasing as the smell. The battle that day, the sweat from dragging him to the room, as well as the quickly growing arousal in Serra meant that she was practically pouring out pheromones and all of them were going straight onto Erk's face as she sat on him. He slowly gained speed, pushing Serra's arousal up further and further, all the while being constantly rewarded with the pleasing taste and smell.

Serra smiled to herself as she focused on keeping her composure. She was successful for the most part, only allowing her breath to speed up slightly and her face to flush as she rode Erk's face. She leaned back and allowed her weight to shift onto her arms as well as Erk's face, freeing up her legs and, by extension, her feet.

Erk shuddered almost violently when he felt the soft smoothness of Serra's stockings brush against his erection. He let out a slight moan but it was simply muffled in Serra's wet opening as he felt her toes lightly stroking him. “Oooh,” Serra cooed slightly, slowly balancing herself as she began manipulating his tool. “I'm sure you've missed getting this with that prissy whore,” she laughed. “You'd better tell me when you're gonna cum!”

Erk groaned loudly and continued to eat Serra fervently getting even more lost in his senses. He felt the sole of Serra's left foot lightly stroking the upper half of his dick as the right foot slid along the underside, occasionally lightly flicking at his balls. His leaking precum served as the lubricant as she started giving him a rigorous footjob.

The soft material of Serra's stockings continually gave Erk sensations of pleasure all over his dick as Serra began using her toes to lightly pinch up and down his shaft, forcing him to start groaning into her as he fought to keep his licking. Though he was finding it increasingly hard to resist climax as he felt a not-so-holy woman manipulate his organ with her feet. Every little movement seemed to rub the soft material in just the right way, forcing him to constantly keep himself in check and avoid cumming. Despite her dominance and appearance of control, Erk's ministrations were beginning to have an effect on Serra, and she sped up significantly in retaliation.

Erk groaned as Serra's increase of speed forced him right up next to he edge of orgasm. He felt his balls contract and his dick spasm when he suddenly felt Serra clamp her feet on either side of his pulsing cock. “Okay Erk,” she said, panting lightly. “You know what you have to say before I let you cum!”

Erk felt desperate, but knew what he had to do, finally stopping his head tongue, he forced his mouth as hard against Serra's pussy as possible and yelled into it, sending vibrations to her very core. What he yelled was muffled, but both of them knew what it was, though Serra didn't have the time to enjoy her conquest, as she hit her orgasm from the act.

Serra yelled out happily as she came, but was still mindful enough to push her feet down forcefully, and then back up, violently jacking Erk to completion, bringing him to orgasm quickly after her. As she squirted down onto his face, he violently shot onto her feet, both of them enjoying the feeling of the others orgasm hitting them.

After about a minute of enjoying the afterglow, Serra and Erk finally separated, with Serra getting back up and sitting on the bed while looking down at Erk. “Soooooo...” she began happily. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?” she asked, punctuating each word with a poke to his stomach with her feet.

Erk groaned, as he always did. But this time reluctantly responded. “You...”

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Not sure if I'll go further with this. If I do though, fair warning that it'll definitely just get more femdomish, so it'll get kinkier if anything.