Rachel Keller Feet Novels & Stories

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

The door to my cell clangs open, and Kelly steps inside, flanked by two guards who keep their hands close to their weapons. She looks different now—more disheveled than usual, her pristine robes stained with what looks suspiciously like blood. Her pale eyes are bright with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, and there's a cruel smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Hello, Rachel," she says, her voice honey-sweet with false concern. "I trust you've had time to reconsider your position? Perhaps the sounds from the interrogation chamber have helped clarify the stakes for you?" She gestures casually toward the direction where Elias's screams originated, and I have to fight to keep m

"Anyway, I had this thing for Seven of Nine. Jeri Ryan is a turn on. So, when I saw her feet, I guess those childhood memories came back and I started obsessing over feet." "How do I fit into all of this?" Rachel wanted to get to the end of this.

I mind linked Kacela and she joined us ten minutes later, wet and smelling suspiciously like strawberry bubble bath. “What’s up, baby girl?” Kacela asked with a wide smile, sitting next to Rachel. I took a moment to admire my mate. Even after two babies, she was as lean and hard as she was the day I met her. She was stronger, too. She trained hard with Dali, pushing her to the limits, and she had bested many of my warriors already. She was proving that only being a werewolf wasn’t a disadvantage. “I want to go away to school,” Rachel said in a rush. “College. I want to get a degree.”

With a small flick of her foot, she kicked them off completely. She opened her legs a little wider under the table. Rachel didn’t hesitate. Her bare foot moved up again, this time brushing the inside of Kristen’s thighs. The skin there was soft, smooth, inviting. Rachel felt Kristen’s arousal against her toes. She pressed gently and found Kristen’s entrance, warm and responsive. She curled her toe and pushed just enough to slip inside. Kristen’s lips parted in a silent moan, her eyes fluttering closed.

"The 'power' walk at the dress shop yesterday?" I asked. "Yes." Rachel said as she looked at my bags and pulled out a box, "You are going to do that with these." She said and pulled out a pair of thick black heels. My eyes widened as I looked at the thick heel and the small tip in the front. It was closed toes, which I was thankful for. A thin black strap, and these shoes could be considered a death trap.

With a small flick of her foot, she kicked them off completely. She opened her legs a little wider under the table. Rachel didn’t hesitate. Her bare foot moved up again, this time brushing the inside of Kristen’s thighs. The skin there was soft, smooth, inviting. Rachel felt Kristen’s arousal against her toes. She pressed gently and found Kristen’s entrance, warm and responsive. She curled her toe and pushed just enough to slip inside. Kristen’s lips parted in a silent moan, her eyes fluttering closed.

She did but asked that they not make her do that again. Her toes curled as they fucked her. Rachel came when a man was fucking her face to face. She knew they weren't all finished, so she just asked that they take it easy for a minute. They massaged her back and feet while others ran their fingers in her crack. She was soon rested and ready.

I could only walk at a snail's pace. Behind me, Rachel's delicate, whiny voice drifted over. "Cole, my foot hurts a little." Then came a sharp little yelp, followed by the rapid thudding of footsteps rushing past me. I looked up to see Cole carrying Rachel in a princess carry, his tall frame completely shielding her. Only her slender calves peeked out from his arms. I met Rachel's gaze over his shoulder. The corners of her lips curled into a smug smile. She looked at me with open provocation and gave her foot the slightly playful wiggle.

Wendall instructed her sternly and looked at me. “I am okay, Mrs. Fisher. I can heal like a normal wolf, and you know that.” I assured her once again. She didn’t smile but looked at me sympathetically before leaving me with Rachel. “This is the fifth time in less than two weeks, Sheryl. You need to be careful if you don’t want to lose your knees.” Rachel said to me worriedly. “I know, Rachel. I will be careful from now on.” I replied to her while looking out of the window with a blank gaze.