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Hello everyone! Today I am pleased to present you all with yet another installment in the ongoing "Elden Feet" fetish art series based on the popular video game. In this fifth entry of the story, Draxi finds herself inexplicably drawn to the residence of Lunar Princess Ranni, who uses some interesting strategies to procure an oath of loyalty from our Tarnished heroine. Unfortunately my usual writing assistant is currently taking a well-deserved hiatus from writing fetish stories so I took it upon myself to write this chapter of the foot-fetishy Elden Ring saga, which you can find below as usual! If you follow me on Twitter then you've probably already seen this one, but if not then you should go give me a follow there at twitter.com/DafooPity as I post a lot of stuff there early before anyone sees it here on DA. Hope you guys enjoy and stay tuned for more artwork coming in the near future!

  Draxi had indulged herself in Rennala's perfectly massive bare feet for what felt like hours before the Lunar Queen finally passed out. She had screamed and howled the entire time, pleading desperately for help from the mindless husks she called her "sweetings", and not once had Rennala lifted a finger from her amber egg to try to stop the sensuous torment that Draxi unleashed upon her feet. Now, Rennala's egg slipped from her limp fingers and rolled loudly across the stone-tiled floor. Something changed in the air suddenly, and the sexual haze in Draxi's mind dissipated as she rose from the Queen's feet to see what was happening.

A black fog poured outward in every direction from the amber egg that contained Rennala's Great Rune, and in a matter of seconds every surface in the Grand Library was coated in it. Suddenly a disembodied female voice echoed throughout the room, announcing itself as Ranni the Witch, declaring that those who intrude upon her mother's respite shall be made victim to her conjurings. As the threat was uttered, a dense blanket of fog enshrouded the amber egg, coalescing into a mirror image of the Rennala that still lay sprawled on the floor beneath Draxi, except that this foggy silhouette of the Queen rose to stand towering over the Tarnished Draconian warrior. Draxi looked back down at the real Rennala, but to her surprise the amazonian woman had disappeared from sight, and the jet black fog that now covered the entire room seemed to darken so completely that everything went black for a moment.

Then the air shimmered, and Draxi found herself standing in the middle of an impossibly vast body of shallow water coming up just above her ankles, with a full moon that hung halfway up along the horizon. Rennala stood in front of the moon, staff raised to point at Draxi in an unspoken challenge, to which the Tarnished responded with vigor. As she dashed forward, erdsteel blades flashing in the moonlight, she saw the air around Rennala's staff begin to glow blue, flowing streams of energy gathering at the glintstone tip in a spiral. The spinning sphere of energy shimmered momentarily before releasing in a beam of light that shot forth towards Draxi at impossible speeds. However, with her mind cleared from the haze of her pent-up sexual desires, Draxi could see the guiding light of grace within her mind's eye, and she followed its flow, narrowly ducking beneath the comet of raw energy that screamed past just millimeters above her hairline. Not dropping her pace, she closed the distance between herself and the Queen, and sliced upwards with her dual blades. Her own attack just barely missed as well though, her long-bladed daggers cutting nothing but cloth as Rennala floated deftly backwards, sending her staff spinning through the air towards Draxi in a graceful counter. The Draconian strafed to the side as the staff whistled past her and back again to Rennala's hand, her daggers flashing once more as she attempted another strike. And so they danced, back and forth, countering each others attacks in an intense match of wits and reflexes.

After a time, Draxi finally landed a substantial slash on Rennala, and the Queen dissipated in a cloud of shadowy mist, the world around Draxi seeming to wink out of existence. Then light came back into the world and she found herself once more within the towering walls of the Grand Library of Raya Lucaria. The real Rennala was awake now, seated wearily in the center of the room, amber egg cradled in her arms. But the students were all dead, and the Great Rune that had once resided within the egg now blazed brightly within Draxi's mind. It seemed to brand itself into her, merging with Great Rune of Godrick which already hummed inside her very being with a strengthening energy. Now that energy was enhanced with the presence of the new Great Rune, lending its power in turn and brightening the light of guiding grace that shone behind Draxi's eyes.

She took pity on the exhausted Queen, leaving her to hold her beloved egg in peace as she strode out of Raya Lucaria's dark halls and back out into the cold, misty wilderness of Liurnia. She rode her spectral steed west from the Academy through the swamplands, weaving past monstrous man-eating flowers and gargantuan, bloodthirsty lobsters until she hit dry land that rose out of the waters in an upward slope. Draxi and Torrent continued onward until they reached a grouping of ruins, beyond which sat a troll bearing a very peculiar helmet that appeared to be composed of interlocking mirrors. He introduced himself as a blacksmith by the name of Iji, and kindly offered to repair and reinforce her daggers. As he worked, she noticed a large stone structure in the near distance with a wall encompassing the premises, and inquired to the large blacksmith as to what it might be. He offered a word of warning, that it once was the residence of Queen Rennala and her children before being destroyed during the Liurnian Wars of old when the armies of the Erdtree attempted to conquer these lands. However, the Carian Manor was still protected by deadly enchantments and horrible monsters.

She thanked him for his help and advice, but although he had warned her not to, Draxi decided to head to the manor anyway. The blacksmith's words regarding Rennala and her children reminded her of what Ranni had said about her mother when the egg began emitting all that fog. She had suspicions that this Ranni character lie within the walls of the manor, or if not her then at least any clues about who she is and why she had attacked Draxi with that powerful illusion. It had been as if the Great Rune within the egg itself had been enchanted to fight back against the one who would attempt to take it from Rennala.

Draxi's curiosity had been piqued, and she didn't relent on chasing her suspicions, even when she found herself running and ducking from barrages of magic arrows that came careening down out of the sky with no warning. She didn't relent, even when she found herself surrounded by monstrous abominations. Hands of giants and trolls that had been grafted together and imbued with a semblance of life now chased the Tarnished warrior through the manor grounds, and after attempting to fight off two at once and failing to succeed, she ran with a speed she had never known herself capable of. She ran past hordes of phantoms, the dead soldiers of Raya Lucaria resurrected in their restless vengeance, attempting to take her soul with them. Draxi sped past them as well. She flew through the manor with the wind itself until she reached the three towers that sat on the hill at the top of the property, heading towards the one at the center. She was driven by an feeling of odd purpose that conflicted with the guidance of grace which she had grown used to following. This purpose led her legs up the stairs of the tower until she reached its uppermost chamber, in which sat what appeared to be a doll. This doll was no ordinary doll, however.

As soon as she entered, the doll adressed Draxi, and the Tarnished immediately recognized its voice as the one she had heard among the fog in the Grand Library. This doll was the very Ranni that she had sought, and had found out of a mix of pure chance and a sense of peculiar destiny. Ranni recognized this as Draxi answered her questions as to why she had made her way into her presence, and so she made Draxi an offer she couldn't refuse. Ranni was not only a Lunar Princess and daughter of Rennala, she was also a demi-god by right as one of Radagon's blood, and so she possessed immense power of her own as evidenced by her enchantments upon her mother's egg. Ranni was interested in Draxi, this Tarnished in plain robes and a blindfold who was strong and ruthless enough to have obtained two Great Runes from their previous owners, but yet possessed the wisdom and mercy to leave the innocent one of the two unharmed. So Ranni peered into Draxi's mind and sifted through her deepest desires so she could compel loyalty from her.

The snowy white robes of Ranni's divided dress slid softly to the sides as her legs rose, revealing very human feet of the same pale blue hue as the rest of the doll's body. Yet her feet were somehow human. Ranni recognized the aroused confusion on Draxi's expression, and so explained to her the nature of her powers, that Ranni could alter parts of her form to an extent as she desired, taking on a human form when she felt necessary. Draxi had thought that her mind had been cleared after the hours of pleasure she indulged in with Rennala's large soles, but suddenly as she lowered her blindfold to gaze upon the bare feet that sat on a pile of books just paces away from her, she felt a rising tidal wave of arousal begin to wash over her once again. She walked closer to Ranni's soles as the Lunar Princess teasingly beckoned her, informing Draxi that she also had the ability to control the smell of her feet. She asked Draxi to take a whiff and tell her whether they smelled to the Draconian's approval or not. Draxi got on her knees and lowered her nose to hover between Ranni's wiggling toes, and the wave of sexual energy crashed down on her as she inhaled. Ranni's feet smelled perfect, the natural pungency of them combined with a pleasant scent reminiscent of pine and mint on a winter's day triggered a shuddering tremble within Draxi that threatened to overwhelm her mind. Her cheeks flushed deeply and she bit her lips while she continued to greedily breathe in the Princess's aroma, and Ranni only giggled musically in response.

She informed Draxi that these feet could be hers to indulge in for as often as she could ever want, but only if she swore her loyalty to Ranni as one of her agents, serving her will in secrecy. Until the day her service to Ranni was completed, Draxi would only be allowed to sniff her Princess's toes and look upon her bare arches, never allowed to touch them. Overcome with unfathomable desire, the Draconian Tarnished swore her fealty to her new Lady Ranni, all the while breathing in the pleasingly potent smell of her blue bare feet, dreaming of the day that her service to Ranni would end and the servitude of the Princess's toes to Draxi's tongue would begin...

Description
Hello everyone! Today I am pleased to present you all with yet another installment in the ongoing "Elden Feet" fetish art series based on the popular video game. In this fifth entry of the story, Draxi finds herself inexplicably drawn to the residence of Lunar Princess Ranni, who uses some interesting strategies to procure an oath of loyalty from our Tarnished heroine. Unfortunately my usual writing assistant is currently taking a well-deserved hiatus from writing fetish stories so I took it upon myself to write this chapter of the foot-fetishy Elden Ring saga, which you can find below as usual! If you follow me on Twitter then you've probably already seen this one, but if not then you should go give me a follow there at twitter.com/DafooPity as I post a lot of stuff there early before anyone sees it here on DA. Hope you guys enjoy and stay tuned for more artwork coming in the near future!

  Draxi had indulged herself in Rennala's perfectly massive bare feet for what felt like hours before the Lunar Queen finally passed out. She had screamed and howled the entire time, pleading desperately for help from the mindless husks she called her "sweetings", and not once had Rennala lifted a finger from her amber egg to try to stop the sensuous torment that Draxi unleashed upon her feet. Now, Rennala's egg slipped from her limp fingers and rolled loudly across the stone-tiled floor. Something changed in the air suddenly, and the sexual haze in Draxi's mind dissipated as she rose from the Queen's feet to see what was happening.

A black fog poured outward in every direction from the amber egg that contained Rennala's Great Rune, and in a matter of seconds every surface in the Grand Library was coated in it. Suddenly a disembodied female voice echoed throughout the room, announcing itself as Ranni the Witch, declaring that those who intrude upon her mother's respite shall be made victim to her conjurings. As the threat was uttered, a dense blanket of fog enshrouded the amber egg, coalescing into a mirror image of the Rennala that still lay sprawled on the floor beneath Draxi, except that this foggy silhouette of the Queen rose to stand towering over the Tarnished Draconian warrior. Draxi looked back down at the real Rennala, but to her surprise the amazonian woman had disappeared from sight, and the jet black fog that now covered the entire room seemed to darken so completely that everything went black for a moment.

Then the air shimmered, and Draxi found herself standing in the middle of an impossibly vast body of shallow water coming up just above her ankles, with a full moon that hung halfway up along the horizon. Rennala stood in front of the moon, staff raised to point at Draxi in an unspoken challenge, to which the Tarnished responded with vigor. As she dashed forward, erdsteel blades flashing in the moonlight, she saw the air around Rennala's staff begin to glow blue, flowing streams of energy gathering at the glintstone tip in a spiral. The spinning sphere of energy shimmered momentarily before releasing in a beam of light that shot forth towards Draxi at impossible speeds. However, with her mind cleared from the haze of her pent-up sexual desires, Draxi could see the guiding light of grace within her mind's eye, and she followed its flow, narrowly ducking beneath the comet of raw energy that screamed past just millimeters above her hairline. Not dropping her pace, she closed the distance between herself and the Queen, and sliced upwards with her dual blades. Her own attack just barely missed as well though, her long-bladed daggers cutting nothing but cloth as Rennala floated deftly backwards, sending her staff spinning through the air towards Draxi in a graceful counter. The Draconian strafed to the side as the staff whistled past her and back again to Rennala's hand, her daggers flashing once more as she attempted another strike. And so they danced, back and forth, countering each others attacks in an intense match of wits and reflexes.

After a time, Draxi finally landed a substantial slash on Rennala, and the Queen dissipated in a cloud of shadowy mist, the world around Draxi seeming to wink out of existence. Then light came back into the world and she found herself once more within the towering walls of the Grand Library of Raya Lucaria. The real Rennala was awake now, seated wearily in the center of the room, amber egg cradled in her arms. But the students were all dead, and the Great Rune that had once resided within the egg now blazed brightly within Draxi's mind. It seemed to brand itself into her, merging with Great Rune of Godrick which already hummed inside her very being with a strengthening energy. Now that energy was enhanced with the presence of the new Great Rune, lending its power in turn and brightening the light of guiding grace that shone behind Draxi's eyes.

She took pity on the exhausted Queen, leaving her to hold her beloved egg in peace as she strode out of Raya Lucaria's dark halls and back out into the cold, misty wilderness of Liurnia. She rode her spectral steed west from the Academy through the swamplands, weaving past monstrous man-eating flowers and gargantuan, bloodthirsty lobsters until she hit dry land that rose out of the waters in an upward slope. Draxi and Torrent continued onward until they reached a grouping of ruins, beyond which sat a troll bearing a very peculiar helmet that appeared to be composed of interlocking mirrors. He introduced himself as a blacksmith by the name of Iji, and kindly offered to repair and reinforce her daggers. As he worked, she noticed a large stone structure in the near distance with a wall encompassing the premises, and inquired to the large blacksmith as to what it might be. He offered a word of warning, that it once was the residence of Queen Rennala and her children before being destroyed during the Liurnian Wars of old when the armies of the Erdtree attempted to conquer these lands. However, the Carian Manor was still protected by deadly enchantments and horrible monsters.

She thanked him for his help and advice, but although he had warned her not to, Draxi decided to head to the manor anyway. The blacksmith's words regarding Rennala and her children reminded her of what Ranni had said about her mother when the egg began emitting all that fog. She had suspicions that this Ranni character lie within the walls of the manor, or if not her then at least any clues about who she is and why she had attacked Draxi with that powerful illusion. It had been as if the Great Rune within the egg itself had been enchanted to fight back against the one who would attempt to take it from Rennala.

Draxi's curiosity had been piqued, and she didn't relent on chasing her suspicions, even when she found herself running and ducking from barrages of magic arrows that came careening down out of the sky with no warning. She didn't relent, even when she found herself surrounded by monstrous abominations. Hands of giants and trolls that had been grafted together and imbued with a semblance of life now chased the Tarnished warrior through the manor grounds, and after attempting to fight off two at once and failing to succeed, she ran with a speed she had never known herself capable of. She ran past hordes of phantoms, the dead soldiers of Raya Lucaria resurrected in their restless vengeance, attempting to take her soul with them. Draxi sped past them as well. She flew through the manor with the wind itself until she reached the three towers that sat on the hill at the top of the property, heading towards the one at the center. She was driven by an feeling of odd purpose that conflicted with the guidance of grace which she had grown used to following. This purpose led her legs up the stairs of the tower until she reached its uppermost chamber, in which sat what appeared to be a doll. This doll was no ordinary doll, however.

As soon as she entered, the doll adressed Draxi, and the Tarnished immediately recognized its voice as the one she had heard among the fog in the Grand Library. This doll was the very Ranni that she had sought, and had found out of a mix of pure chance and a sense of peculiar destiny. Ranni recognized this as Draxi answered her questions as to why she had made her way into her presence, and so she made Draxi an offer she couldn't refuse. Ranni was not only a Lunar Princess and daughter of Rennala, she was also a demi-god by right as one of Radagon's blood, and so she possessed immense power of her own as evidenced by her enchantments upon her mother's egg. Ranni was interested in Draxi, this Tarnished in plain robes and a blindfold who was strong and ruthless enough to have obtained two Great Runes from their previous owners, but yet possessed the wisdom and mercy to leave the innocent one of the two unharmed. So Ranni peered into Draxi's mind and sifted through her deepest desires so she could compel loyalty from her.

The snowy white robes of Ranni's divided dress slid softly to the sides as her legs rose, revealing very human feet of the same pale blue hue as the rest of the doll's body. Yet her feet were somehow human. Ranni recognized the aroused confusion on Draxi's expression, and so explained to her the nature of her powers, that Ranni could alter parts of her form to an extent as she desired, taking on a human form when she felt necessary. Draxi had thought that her mind had been cleared after the hours of pleasure she indulged in with Rennala's large soles, but suddenly as she lowered her blindfold to gaze upon the bare feet that sat on a pile of books just paces away from her, she felt a rising tidal wave of arousal begin to wash over her once again. She walked closer to Ranni's soles as the Lunar Princess teasingly beckoned her, informing Draxi that she also had the ability to control the smell of her feet. She asked Draxi to take a whiff and tell her whether they smelled to the Draconian's approval or not. Draxi got on her knees and lowered her nose to hover between Ranni's wiggling toes, and the wave of sexual energy crashed down on her as she inhaled. Ranni's feet smelled perfect, the natural pungency of them combined with a pleasant scent reminiscent of pine and mint on a winter's day triggered a shuddering tremble within Draxi that threatened to overwhelm her mind. Her cheeks flushed deeply and she bit her lips while she continued to greedily breathe in the Princess's aroma, and Ranni only giggled musically in response.

She informed Draxi that these feet could be hers to indulge in for as often as she could ever want, but only if she swore her loyalty to Ranni as one of her agents, serving her will in secrecy. Until the day her service to Ranni was completed, Draxi would only be allowed to sniff her Princess's toes and look upon her bare arches, never allowed to touch them. Overcome with unfathomable desire, the Draconian Tarnished swore her fealty to her new Lady Ranni, all the while breathing in the pleasingly potent smell of her blue bare feet, dreaming of the day that her service to Ranni would end and the servitude of the Princess's toes to Draxi's tongue would begin...