Footplay and Romance with Astrid Hofferson

Another foot fetish commission!  This one takes place in the How To Train Your Dragon universe.  I've had quite a few of these by the same person; expect to see more this week and next.

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 James sighed and cracked his knuckles.  It was his first day of advanced training—and man, was he nervous.  Not for the physical challenge of it; that would be no problem.  He was sweating bullets because of who he’d be training /with/.
“You ready to start?”
James jumped at the sound of her voice; the duel-amputee stumbled on his metal legs.  But after a moment, he was able to steady himself, and he turned to her:
Astrid Hofferson.
She was one of the best dragon riders of Berk—heck, one of the best across the land, across the /world/.  Her adept training of Stormfly, her Deadly Nadder, was still talked about around the village, and now, she was going to train him to connect better with his dragon.
And, most importantly, James was deeply, hopelessly in love with her.
“I’m ready!” James managed to say, answering her question.  He cleared his throat and straightened up, trying to look tough.  “Let’s begin.”
Astrid smiled.  “Alright then.  Let’s go.”
She started walking into the forest behind them, and waved for him to follow.  James did so, first walking behind his crush, then walking next to her.  Astrid didn’t seem to notice his relieved, happy smile; he was almost tempted to reach out and hold her hand.  But no, he didn’t know if she felt the same way.  He had to hold himself back—until he told her.  Which would be . . . someday.
They reached the forest clearing, where two dragons rested.  They both looked up as the humans approached.  One was Stormfly, Astrid’s Deadly Nadder.  The other was Fourde, Jame’s Night Fury.
The two dragons were happy to see their humans, and bounded toward them in greeting.  “Hey buddy!” James said to Fourde, hugging the Night Fury’s head.  “I missed ya.”
Astrid ran a hand across her Deadly Nadder’s back, and turned to James.  “So.  Ready for some combat training?”
“You bet,” James said, smiling.  He walked up to Fourde, and climbed on the dragon’s back, clinging to the saddle.  Astrid smirked, and reached behind her back, revealing two wooden swords tucked underneath her fur coat.  She tossed one to James, and kept one for herself.  Climbing on Stormfly, the dragon rider said to him, “Alright.  Get ready for the training of you life.”
For the next few hours, the two of them let their dragons come to friendly blows, and swung wooden swords while on their backs.  James lost most of their battles at first, but soon he was getting the hang of it—he even hit Astrid a few times with his prop blade, and she seemed quite impressed.
Afterwards, the two of them went to a tavern in Berk to grab a drink.  “You did great out there!” Astrid said as she and James exchanged a toast.  “I’ve never seen someone get that good so quickly—you must really know how to fight.”
James blushed and smiled.  “Thanks.  You were really great out there—such great communication with Stormfly, and your attacks!”  He sighed.  “I hope I can be as good as you someday.”
Astrid laughed.  “From the way things looked today, you’ll be there sooner than you think, James.”
He smiled.  “Thank you, Astrid.”
There was a silence between them.  James noticed they were the only ones at the bar—even the bartender had stepped to the back.  They were alone.
“Hey, know what makes a great day of training even better?” he asked.
“What?” Astrid retorted with a smile.
“A foot massage,” James answered.
“Oh that sounds excellent!” Astrid exclaimed.  She sat on one of the nearby rocks and slipped off the shoes of her armor, exposing her bare feet.  “I’m pretty tired after all that training.”
James smiled.  He carefully bent down with his metal legs, getting on the ground in front of Astrid.  Then he reached out, and began the massage.
The man rubbed his thumbs at the bridge of her feet, going in small circles.  Then he expanded, using the rest of his fingers to gently press Astrid’s skin.
When he finished, James longingly stared at his crush’s bare feet for a moment.  Then, he leaned forward, and gave them a sniff.  A musky smell entered his nose, the remnants of their earlier training, and it was delightful.
Astrid watched James lean forward, and was confused at what he was doing for a moment.  When he smelled her feet, she was surprised—she certainly wasn’t expecting that.  But there was something nice about it, something she liked.  So she welcomed it, spreading her toes for James’s nose.  When he finished, he looked up at her, and she smiled back at him.
“There we go,” he said quickly, standing up and sitting back at the bar.
“That felt nice,” Astrid told him.
They looked up into each other’s eyes, a pause lingering between them.  Then both leaned forward at the same time, and they shared a kiss, long and deep, full of desire.  When they parted, the two remained for a moment.  Astrid smiled.
“Well well,” she teased, putting a hand on his cheek.  “Something you want to tell me?”
James smiled too.  This was his moment.  It was time for him to say it.
“I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” he confessed.  “From before Berk started to train dragons—though you’re so skilled at that too; there’s so much you’re good at.”  James laughed.  “You’ve always been the bravest person I know, and I admire you so much for that.  You’re great with dragons, you’re fast at combat; you’re excellent at training me.
“I love you, Astrid Hofferson.”
There was a long silence.  James studied Astrid’s expression, but it gave nothing away—what was she thinking?  Would she reject him?
Finally, she laughed.  “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that,” she admitted, smiling.  James let out a sigh of joy and relief.  “I’ve seen you around Berk since we were kids—you’re kind and you’re brave, braver than anyone I know.
“I love you too.”
A pause, as James took in the words.  He smiled.
Astrid looked down, and smirked.  “Looks like you’re a bit overeager.”
He looked down too, and saw the boner forming between his legs.  He blushed and turned away, frantically looking for excuses.  “Sorry—I was just—I mean—”
“Hey, it’s ok.”  He looked up to see Astrid smiling.  “Can’t say I blame you there,” she said, blushing.  “I’ve been a bit eager myself. . .”  She looked into his eyes.  “What do you say we get out of here and have some fun?”
James grinned.
“That sounds great, Astrid.”
The two journeyed back to Astrid’s hut.  She ushered James inside with a smile, and when he entered, he was greeted by a tidy living area, with a fur curtain hiding a room in the back.  Astrid walked to the curtain, and revealed a bedroom behind it.
“So, you ready for this?” she asked with a smirk.  Reaching into the bedside table’s drawer, she pulled out a jug of beer and took a big gulp.
James smiled and walked behind the curtain.  “Oh, I’m ready.  I want to see you.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Astrid said.  She took off her warrior clothing as James removed his training gear.  They finished undressing at the same time, and both stared at the other, taking each other in.  James stared at Astrid’s beautifully small breasts and hairy pussy; Astrid took in James’s nicely-sized member.  They were finally fucking, after wanting this for so long, and they were eager to see what would happen next.
And then, they were kissing again, their lips attached to the other, unable to control themselves.  The lovers devoured each other, giving kiss after kiss; James found his hand on Astrid’s breast, and he squeezed it, making her moan in pleasure.  Astrid’s free hand ran down his chest, making the man tingle.  Until finally, they parted, panting.  Neither spoke for a long moment.
“You’re beautiful,” James breathed, looking up at Astrid.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she teased, smiling.  She pointed to the bed.  “Sit down.  I know just what you need, big man.”
James obeyed, letting his metal legs hang over the edge of the bed.  “Spread your legs,” Astrid ordered.  James did so, fully exposing his penis to her.
“So,” Astrid said, looking in James’s eyes, “you like feet.”
James nodded, blushing.  “Yeah, I do.”
“Good.  I know what you need.”
She reached out and touched his dick with one toe; it twitched to her touch.  Then she rested her toes on his member, and began to stroke.
James leaned back and moaned as Astrid pleasured him with her feet.  Up and down she stroked, running her musky toes all over his penis.  And when she brought her other foot into the mix, James’s satisfaction only increased.
As Astrid stroked, James was having trouble holding himself in—the tension was too much.  Up and down, back and forth: the sensations increased his delight and made his moans louder.  He couldn’t hold it anymore, he was going to—
Cum shot out of James’s penis and squirted into the air, landing on his chest.  Astrid smirked and, while still stroking his dick, leaned forward and lapped up his cum.  She smiled as she leaned back, and gave his member one final stroke before releasing him.
“Holy shit,” James said, flopping down on the bed.  “That was amazing.”
“I give a good footjob, don’t I?” Astrid asked with a smile, sitting next to him.
“Oh yes,” James said.  “That was amazing.
“Thank you, Astrid.”