Urgran stretched, the feeling of his bare skin against the chair making him second-guess being here in the first place. “This seems like... a strange ritual.” The Orc said after a moment, his legs staying close to his body out of warmth. The tavern was empty, but even then the Orc could feel like he was being watched by outsiders.

The human man on the floor, a trader from the village, said nothing. His breath caught in his throat, grabbing the Orc by the ankle and pulling him closer, bringing the sole of his callused foot to his mouth, huffing and taking in every smell he could.

Urgran winced, partly from embarrassment and the unique sensation of being tickled, the man opening his mouth, the long, flat top of his tongue lapping against the skin. The human moaned, touching himself as he worked his way to the toes, exploring each digit and lapping between them. The Orc watched in bemusement as he could feel his own cock hardening. Maybe it’s just been too long since someone really touched him.

The Orc chuckled to himself, trying to fight off the urge to laugh again, pressing the other foot against the mans face, toes digging into him. “It seems you like this; maybe it’s something more than just a local ritual?” The man could do nothing but whimper, stroking himself faster as the Orc pushed harder, giving the man more purchase to lick and worship every inch of his feet. Thank the goddess nobody else could see this.