Revealing His True Self To Ellie

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 Part 1
Ellie was 19 when she met James in this apocalypse.  And now, the man was about to show her part of his true self.
“Ugh, I’m exhausted!” Ellie groaned, walking unsteadily.  “We’ve been walking for hours—Jesus, I hope we find something /besides/ this wilderness soon.”
“Why don’t we rest for a moment?” James suggested.
“We have to keep going!” Ellie insisted.
“We can afford to stop for a moment,” James rebutted with a smile.  “Relax.  We’re in the middle of the woods.  Nobody’s going to find us.”
Ellie gave him an unsure look, but sat down on the rock anyway, stretching her legs out with a sigh.  “My legs and feet ache like hell!” she complained, taking off her backpack.
“I give killer massage, if you want one,” James offered.
“Yes, /please/,” Ellie said.  “That would be great.”
She reached down and pulled her dirty, grimy shoes off, causing an odor to rise up, free from the confines of the shoes.  “Alright, massage away,” she said, leaning back and propping her hands on the rock.
“Will do,” James said, grinning.  He knelt down on the ground in front of her, reached for her feet—then stopped.  “Actually, can you take your socks off too?” he asked.  “I can . . . massage your feet better that way.”
Ellie raised an eyebrow, but complied, removing her filthy socks one by one.  The odor increased in intensity, a thick cloud of smells around her feet.  James breathed it in—fuck, that scent was glorious.
“You going to sit there, or are you going to massage?” Ellie asked, smirking.
“Patience, patience,” James teased.  “Let the master work his craft.”
“Alright, alright.”
He paused for a moment longer, taking in the aroma.  Then, the man began.
James reached down, and laid his hands on Ellie’s feet, pressing his palms against them for a moment.  Then he started the massage, kneading his fingers onto the bridge of her foot.  “Fuck, that feels good,” Ellie muttered, sighing and leaning back.  At the encouragement James rubbed harder, running up and down her foot and feeling the muscle beneath her skin as he did so.
Then he began to lean down toward her feet, taking in the aroma again as his lips descended toward her.  His fingers ran across her toes, and then he kissed them, one by one, tasting the nail and skin beneath his lips with each smooch.  The smell passed into his mouth, and James breathed it in with a pleasant sigh.  Then he continued worshipping Ellie’s feet.
His tongue came out, and gently licked her toes, running across her left foot.  It then made its way up, trailing up the bridge and reaching her ankles.  James concluded by lapping up her heel, and then stopped, looking up at Ellie.
“Well,” she finally said, “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Sorry, I got carried away,” James admitted.  “You didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that,” Ellie replied with a smirk.  “In fact . . .”
“. . . maybe we should do that again sometime.”

Part 2
As Ellie and James were sitting on the bed, James suddenly stood up.  “Hey, what are you. . .?” Ellie stopped.  She watched as the man took a pocket watch from his pocket, dangled it in front of her, and then began.
The man steadily swung the device back and forth, going at an unhurried pace, as that would be the most effective.  “You will obey me,” he ordered, with a flat but firm tone.  “You are under my control now.”
“No!” Ellie cried out.  Her hands flew to her head, and she clutched it, trying to resist the pull of the watch.  But her eyes were drawn to its pull, and she found herself unable to turn away.
“Yes,” James said, immovable.  He continued to swing the watch, and his alluring gaze met her eyes, bringing her in further.
“Never!” screeched Ellie.  But even as she screamed, her eyes followed the instrument of hypnosis, and her gaze followed it, back and forth, back and forth.  Her pupils began to glaze over—but she managed to snap herself out of it.  “N-No!”
James said nothing, and kept going at it, the watch swaying steadily as it brought Ellie under his control.  Her eyes clouded again, and this time, she did not snap out of it.  The woman sunk into deep hypnosis, and stared out blankly at James, who smiled.
“You are under my command,” he said to her.  “Understand?”
“Yes,” she said, voice emotionless.
“So if I worship you like the queen you are, you won’t protest?”
“No, master.”
“Good.”
James got down on his knees and reached his hands out, caressing Ellie’s beautiful feet.  For a moment he stayed their, enraptured by her, embracing something that was, t him, the most beautiful part of her.  Then, he began his worship.
He bent down and gave her feet a good sniff, taking in the musky scent that came off of them.  It smelled like earth and dirt, which was fitting, since they did a lot of walking in the apocalypse.  But most importantly, it smelled like /Ellie/, undeniably, and he sighed in the musk of his girlfriend.
After that, James leaned over, and kissed her toes, one by one, smooching the nail and bringing his lips up to the skin.  He did do daintily, gracefully, giving his queen the respect she truly deserved.  And with each kiss, he tried to convey his appreciation for her, his love.
Then his tongue escaped his mouth, and he ran it across her toes, licking and tasting her musk.  He spread it across her foot, traveling up the bridge and to her ankles, then ending at her heel.  After giving her foot a final kiss, he sat up, a grin on her face.
James stood up and snapped his fingers—immediately, Ellie came out of hypnosis.  She blinked, and as she processed the events, she smiled.
“That wasn't that bad,” she smirked, kissing him, “but you didn't need to hypnotize me to do that.”