"Have you finished today's work?" She looked at the dwarf.

"Most of it is done..."

"Most of it means it's not done." She smiled. "Not done, I'll punish you. I'll eat you."

She pinched him and lifted him to her lips. Her lips opened, and the heat rushed towards her - hot, stuffy, sour, the taste of a day without speaking or drinking. Her tongue emerged from within, shiny and wet, wrapping around him, flipping him over, flipping him over again. He was stuck to her tongue, pressed by that wet and hot sensation, l*cked from his feet to his face, again and again, like being rubbed with sandpaper. The saliva accumulated in the crevices of her tongue, soaking him, and he couldn't get out, could only smell that sour and fishy warm smell.

She rolled her tongue and brought him to the edge of her gums, using the back of her tongue to push and pull. Her teeth gently closed, not breaking him, just letting him know where the teeth were. Then her throat moved -

"Thwack."

She opened her mouth and let him slide back onto her palm, his body soaked, still carrying the sour taste from her mouth, soft and unable to speak.

"It's not good to eat." She said. "You're too dirty."

She let go casually, tossing him back onto the floor, bouncing him twice, rolling him into the shadowy crevice of the floor.

"The rest, deal with it with your feet."

She stood up, raising her right foot above his head. There was a layer of dark and shiny sweat on the sole, a yellow and thick hard callus on the heel, and white mud in the gaps between her toes. A drop of sweat bulged from the edge of the sole and fell down, h*tting him beside her.

"I put it on the floor, and you're not a human anymore. You're a bug in a sewer, mud."

Her toes spread out, enclosing him in the middle. Her foot landed, the sweat membrane first adhering to his face, sticky, hot, and wet, then the weight followed. The heel landed, the floor made a dull sound, the shout being muffled by the sweat at the bottom of her feet, two times, then it stopped. She turned her heel half a circle, her toes pressed down, like pressing something into the mud.

As she lifted her foot, his shape still remained on her palm, a thin layer, adhering to the foot lines.

"It's really mud." She said.

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