You were a member if the Black Eagles House, and a person of common birth. You were a girl from Aegir territory, and were raised in a village. You had little resources growing up, and it took everything your village had to get you to Garreg Mach.
Now that you were here, you weren’t of much help. You were only good at archery, and you were quite mediocre at that even. Because of this, you asked the renown archer from Dagda, Shamir Nevrand.
“You want me to teach you,” she said, repeating your question bluntly. You nodded in response, causing Shamir to sigh. She placed her hand on her hip as she looked to you.
“I’m a busy person, I won’t have the time to teach some kid,” she said, keeping eye contact with you. Your heart thumped in your chest as you heard those words. You asked her to reconsider, that you would do anything to gain her teachings. She looked to you again.
“Follow me,” she said. Your eyes widened as you followed the Knight. The two of you eventually came to her room. She opened the door, and stepped in, sitting on her bed as she faced you.
“So, you want me to teach you archery, and you’ll do anything?”
You nodded without hesitation. A smile came upon Shamir’s face and she crossed one leg over the other.
“Well, if that’s the case then, take off my boot.”
You were about to protest, but you held your tongue. You went down on your knees and removed the boot from the foot that was extended toward you. A stench similar to cheese came from Shamir’s now exposed bare foot. You noticed that it was also pale, and covered with sweat.
“If you’re serious about this, I want you to massage my foot,” she ordered. You swallowed the saliva in your throat, and grabbed her small foot. It was rather soft, and she seemed to take care of them.
You slowly began to rub Shamir’s feet. The look she had was indecipherable. She had no sense of contempt or disgust in her gaze, and yet you still felt uneasy.
You asked if you were doing well, and Shamir simply hummed in approval
“Mhm.”
That was all that you needed to reassure yourself. You applied pressure to her joints, making sure that the tension from them would be released. A soft gasp escaped her mouth. That surprised you, and made you want to continue more. The longer it went on, the more Shamir tried to hide her moans.
“Ok...that’s enough,” she said, panting heavily. “You...did good...kid.”
You asked if you were done, to which Shamir simply chuckled.
“No, nowhere near done.”
Shamir them placed her bare foot on your chest, squishing your breasts and making you slightly uncomfortable. Next she-
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