Wind whipped outside of Kiiarah’s home on Azeroth as she finally had a moment to breathe. When the last piece of her mail armor was set aside, the blood elf let out a contented sigh of relief and began methodically putting on her home attire. It was almost like a ritual to her as she donned each piece of her robes, ending with a blue sash around her neck that matched her hair.

Closing her eyes, she took in a deep breath, and flexed her toes into the ground. Her foot wraps were the only thing that hadn’t changed. They remained with her, the very same ones she wore while adventuring across the land for months. Every muscle in her body felt stiff and sore - it was a sensation she was used to by this point.

However, being in a home gave her time to think about it. Relaxing was difficult, especially when she knew she would have to rejoin the fight on Draenor far before she was ready to leave. Her warp-stalking friend sat curled up outside her front door, relaxing in the shadows of the forest as the falling leaves hit the ground around them.

She watched her lay there, the creature’s white and purple scales reflecting tinges of sunlight whenever it passed through the canopy.

Then, the little tinge of pain in her abdomen started up. Hunger… It was time to go to the kitchen and make herself a small meal, something to tied her over until she decided to venture out and hunt for something larger. A hearty meal she could share with her pets. The dagger on her hip shifted as she began to walk across the wooden floor, each footstep making a soft patting sound against the floor as she progressed. She always kept a weapon on her at all times, just in case.

Lazily, the blood elf walked around the corner of her home into a short hallway. She yawned, shifting her head to the side to stretch her neck muscles.

That’s when she saw it…

“What’s this?” She asked curiously, eyes locked onto a tiny being on the floor before her. “Oh fuck, a human? How pathetic… Well, little spy. Word to the wise~ Next time you infiltrate a home, don’t lay down in the middle of the hall. Something might happen to you - Something like my foot.”

Mathew couldn’t understand her language as he propped himself up on his elbows. It was completely foreign, almost alien in a sense, yet beautiful. His heart raced as he watched a sly smile slide across her lips, and as her foot lifted from the ground, Mat felt a rush of pleasure welling up inside of him. The thick scent of an entire war campaign worth of sweat surrounded him like a fog as she lowered her foot onto his frail form, pinning him to the ground beneath her arch.

“That feels nice,” Kiiarah sighed as she felt him twitch and squirm against the dusty, sweaty arch of her foot wrap.

She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation and allowing Mathew the time to relieve some tension in her muscles. His writhing for freedom made such a wonderful massage, and she absolutely knew her feet must smell horrendous. After a few more long moments, she looked down to the foot which held her prisoner stationary and flexed her toes. 

“I hope that shrinking potion was worth it, Human. You came to the wrong home to steal secrets…”

Mathew coughed and gagged on the smell as she began to slowly twist him back and forth beneath her. The movements magnified the pleasure he felt though, with each twist sending a blast through his body that forced him to squirm even more. He clawed at her foot wrappings with what little movement his hands were allowed, until the pressure began to increase throwing the little human into a frenzy of pleasure.

Crick~

Squelch…

With a shift of her weight, Kiiarah felt his body collapse against her over-used foot wrappings. His blood stained the fabric slightly as she gave him a quick, prim twist to ensure the deed was done. Without remorse, she lifted her foot, snagged a tissue from her pocket, and wiped his remains from her sole. In a single scrape what was left of his tiny body was scooped into the tissue.

Twitch, twitch… Twitch…

“Ughn…” Mathew groaned, his moan gurgled by blood welling up in his throat.

“Alliance Spies. I’ll have some fun with the next one.”

Humming a soft tune, Kiiarah walked back into her bedroom and tied off the tissue Mathew was trapped inside so he couldn’t escape.

She then primly placed it on her nightstand. Blood was soaking through as it twitched every so often, before a small spot of glowing blue liquid began to form. Kiiarah smirked, then turned to walk back toward the kitchen to finally make herself something to eat.

“Suffer…” She cooed back to him.