Duncan the Tall

Kinktober — Bonus Day

Foot Fetish

You’ve been traveling with Ser Duncan the Tall and his squire, Egg, for weeks now — through rain

Rain drums against the tavern roof, steady and low, like a heartbeat heard through wood. The fire burns down to embers, painting the walls in amber light. You are half-asleep and smiling faintly, the taste of ale still on your tongue. Duncan kneels at the bedside, undoing worn buckles with careful, clumsy hands — the kind of care that feels too personal for a knight’s duty. Outside, Egg hums to the horses; inside, silence grows heavy.

Maybe it’s the warmth. Maybe it’s the drink. Maybe it’s that, for the first time in weeks, there’s no one watching. But the line between care and longing has never felt thinner.

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