You hesitate for a moment, but your choice is clear. No matter what Salias says, you want to keep kissing and smelling her feet. In your whole life, nothing had ever felt half this good!
“My Goddess... If it's not too much to ask, then I would indeed like to learn more about your people and... And your, uh...” Even the word is hard for you to utter. “Your feet.”
Salias hummed with amusement. “Oh, certainly. But don't you want to move your face away a little bit? I have to admit, the smell of my feet is quite strong, even this far up. Surely you don't want to have my toes in your face the entire time?”
You think you hear a half-suppressed giggle from the Goddess. Does she laugh simply at how pitiful you must look, down on the ground with your face at her fragrant feet? Could she have found out that you actually like – no, love – their scent and is she teasing you about it? It doesn't matter that much to you, really. All you care about is the arousing presence of those feet of hers.
“Forgive me if I ask, but do you truly enjoy the feeling of having your feet kissed by me, oh Goddess?” You manage to ask.
Now Salias chuckles earnestly. “Yes, in fact I do. You are good at this. I love having my feet kissed and your lips feel especially nice.”
You feel your pulse quicken. “It would be my honor to please you further in this manner, then.”
The Goddess made that humming sound again. “Even though you are not an angel, you are already eager to be at my feet. It almost looks like you truly love them.”
Salias has spoken gently, but you feel your face flush red in embarrassment. She caught you, she totally did, but it doesn't seem like she minds it for some reason.
“Go ahead then, kiss my feet at your leisure. Far be it for me to turn down a showing of submission.”
You have to admit, the idea of lying down before someone and kissing their feet – feet this fragrant, on top of that – sounds quite humiliating. After all, there was literally no way to make yourself lowlier than being placed down flat at someone's feet. But this has to be different, after all, it's not just a human you are giving yourself up to, it is a Goddess!
“Then... With your permission,” you mumble, and bringing your head back down, you place a long, passionate kiss on top of Salias' toes while inhaling their intoxicating smell like a serving of the finest wine.
Salias seems happy enough about it.
“Very well... As you have certainly noticed, the smell of our feet – mine in particular – is far different in terms of the sheer intensity, even though at a basic level, it just smells a lot like feet, to put it bluntly. It differs of course a lot from person to person.”
Salias sighs and pushes the tip of her other foot against your lips, holding the moist toes right under your nose like that. Without hesitation, you begin to kiss those as well. By this point, the intense smell is beginning to affect you. It feels like you are completely smashed on alcohol.
"A lowly angel's feet typically don't smell much stronger than your average human's. The feet of an Archangel, on the other hand, can potentially cause unconsciousness to most mortals even from up to 100 meters away. Then again, it depends a lot on the individual, as well."
You make a squealing noise and raise your head a bit for a moment. It takes you quite a bit longer to think and even more so to speak than usual, it is as if your brain was slowly turning into pudding.
It makes no sense. If just the feet of just an Archangel – which is still a rang you know nothing about yet, but you presume the Goddess must be infinitely mightier than that – can do that to a human from this far away, then... How are you even still alive right now?
"Un...Unconsciousness?" You manage to stammer.
"Yes, but worry not, oh brave Denna. You cannot fall unconscious here, nor can anybody else. There is no escape from this place, unless I will it. I could even do something that would kill you back on your own world; your current self would still just remain here all the same if I don't release you. I understand your suffering, my poor human. The smell of my feet must be truly maddening to you."
You are not sure if Salias is mocking you, if she just mistook your noises and believes you to be truly suffering from the smell or if the Goddess has understood that you are driven into madness rather from pleasure and arousal. Still, Salias graciously offers her feet to you, so you continue to kiss them without delay.
You would kill for a chance to kiss, smell or even touch the soles of the Goddess, but just being in contact with the upper side of her feet in combination with breathing in their overwhelming fumes feels as intense as sexual climax.
"Do you wish to learn what causes this divine aroma?" Salias askes.
You are quite certain that you know what makes feet smell, but you nod your head anyway. Perhaps there is a magical component to it or something like that.
"Very well; first, you must understand that our bodies are, on a basic level, almost identical to those of you earth-dwelling, mortal humans. Yes, we don't age and don't die naturally, but that is beside the point. Our wings are just extensions of the holy power that flows through us. Though the way we store nourishment is... quite different, we still eat and drink just like you humans do. We also sweat, and this naturally includes on our feet."
Salias sighs dreamily. "And, well, it is one of our noblest and mostly venerated traditions not to wash our feet. Naturally, the longer feet stay unwashed, the stronger and better their smell gets. That is also the main reason why higher ranking angels usually always have the smellier feet. No matter how strongly your feet sweat by nature, if I give you a few days to cultivate their aroma and then compare you to someone who had years of time... Yes, there is no way yours could be superior. This is a foolproof way of showing who has more experience and power."
You kiss the top of Salias's foot a couple of times before your brain can process the words.
"What... Years? Not washing your feet... For years???"
"Oh, years are not a long time when you are immortal, my child. The Archangels have their feet unwashed for between hundreds and a thousand years on average."
Your mind is swimming. Feet that would sweat normally but had not been washed for several hundred years... You can not even begin to grasp the full extent of that.
"In fact, since the intensity of our feet's aroma is by nature seen to be equal to the amount of might and respect one holds and commands, it is a great shame to be robbed of parts of it. As such, it makes for an ideal punishment. If an Angel is caught lying, the sentence might be something like 10 to 20 minutes of forced foot washing.”
“I have a few times personally washed the feet of serious offenders, though normally, another Angel takes that task. A full hour of thorough, merciless washing will set the Angel back in years worth of time. Of course, to an Archangel, that would be like a single raindrop landing in a vast desert; technically there would be an effect, yes, but it wouldn't be much."
Salias shrugs lightly. "Thankfully, only the most long-serving, loyal and trustworthy Angels even get there; to the rank of Archangel. And those wouldn't risk hundreds of years of progress and hard work lightly. Not even I know the final limit of the smell.”
“As for me... My own feet have not been washed since the beginning of time itself, yet the smell seems to increase a bit every century, even to this point. So no matter how powerful the smell... It can always get stronger, still."
You don't even attempt to wrap your mind around that last statement.
"But I digress. That is really about all there is to say about our feet. You did a very good job there, oh sweet Denna, I am happy with you."
You rise back into a kneeling position and Salias surprises you by putting her divine hand on top of your head and stroking your hair gently; petting you like a little kitten. The instant the pure, light skin of the Goddess comes in contact with you, you feel a loving warmth fill your body and soul like the first rays of sunlight after a stormy night.
"In actuality, one single kiss is sufficient, any more do not make the contract more powerful. But I still appreciate your dedication and the sweet way you kissed my feet." Salias smiled serenely at you and you can't help but grin back at her in a less dignified manner.
"I would do anything for you, my Goddess," you say breathily and Salias nods briefly before retracting her hand.
“All that remains now is to lend you my powers and truly make you into one of my own. Kneel upright and don't try to move. I will be doing all the work for you. Are you ready, oh brave Denna?”