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Sequel to my last render . Read the start of the story there.

Karlach grabbed Shadowheart's shrunken soldiers from the ground in front of her feet, careful not to accidentally crush them in her grip. She sat down on the log Shadowheart had been using as a bench and kicked off her sandals. "Alright soldiers, I got a new duty for ya. It's been a long day and these dogs are barking. Get down there and make them feel better." She commanded, letting them roll off her hand next to her feet which towered over them like buildings. They stood in shock. Her feet smelled exactly as you would expect from spending a full day trapped in thick adventurer's boots. They were slick with sweat and, even this far from her engine, they radiated an oppressive heat. "Chop chop, there's one of you for each foot so get going. If you don't get started I'll give you back over to Shadowheart. And I want to feel some licking! Get some of the grime off." She threatened "At least with me you'll probably live to see tomorrow, just try not to get squished or scorched."

Shadowheart, who was still looking for the missing soldier, chuckled. "That's a flattering picture you paint of me." She said sarcastically.

"I can see the stain on your foot, love. Don't try to tell me it's not an accurate one." Karlach replied.

Shadowheart blushed, it spread all the way to the tips of her ears. "Right, well... I'm going to go change out of this armor. I can't find the last one. Disappointing, but he won't get very far at his size anyway." She grabbed her boots and pack and headed into her tent. She tossed the boots in the corner haphazardly. The one the soldier had hidden in landed upright, trapping him inside its smelly walls until morning when she would put them back on.

Karlach's soldiers had begun to worship her soles. They licked and rubbed with all their strength. Karlach was nothing short of a force of nature at normal size, these soldiers were more afraid than they had ever been. Their tongues and hands were just short of burning on her skin, like eating food right off the stove. Food that tasted like sweat and dirt. She shifted her leg casually, accidentally knocking over a soldier who cowered under the shadow of her foot. "You're fine bug. I barely moved and you're in hysterics, what a pathetic excuse for a soldier." She chided. "This is boring, I can barely feel you, and you can't even reach the top of my heel, I shouldn't have expected a good foot rub from bugs." She sighed.

Shadowheart came back out of the tent dressed in her camp clothes. "Getting bored of them Karlach? Don't worry, I have an idea for a fun way to use them." She said.

Available in 4k on Patreon

Also on Twitter (Nothing special there this time but I'm trying to promote it in case deviantart nukes this account)

Description
Sequel to my last render . Read the start of the story there.

Karlach grabbed Shadowheart's shrunken soldiers from the ground in front of her feet, careful not to accidentally crush them in her grip. She sat down on the log Shadowheart had been using as a bench and kicked off her sandals. "Alright soldiers, I got a new duty for ya. It's been a long day and these dogs are barking. Get down there and make them feel better." She commanded, letting them roll off her hand next to her feet which towered over them like buildings. They stood in shock. Her feet smelled exactly as you would expect from spending a full day trapped in thick adventurer's boots. They were slick with sweat and, even this far from her engine, they radiated an oppressive heat. "Chop chop, there's one of you for each foot so get going. If you don't get started I'll give you back over to Shadowheart. And I want to feel some licking! Get some of the grime off." She threatened "At least with me you'll probably live to see tomorrow, just try not to get squished or scorched."

Shadowheart, who was still looking for the missing soldier, chuckled. "That's a flattering picture you paint of me." She said sarcastically.

"I can see the stain on your foot, love. Don't try to tell me it's not an accurate one." Karlach replied.

Shadowheart blushed, it spread all the way to the tips of her ears. "Right, well... I'm going to go change out of this armor. I can't find the last one. Disappointing, but he won't get very far at his size anyway." She grabbed her boots and pack and headed into her tent. She tossed the boots in the corner haphazardly. The one the soldier had hidden in landed upright, trapping him inside its smelly walls until morning when she would put them back on.

Karlach's soldiers had begun to worship her soles. They licked and rubbed with all their strength. Karlach was nothing short of a force of nature at normal size, these soldiers were more afraid than they had ever been. Their tongues and hands were just short of burning on her skin, like eating food right off the stove. Food that tasted like sweat and dirt. She shifted her leg casually, accidentally knocking over a soldier who cowered under the shadow of her foot. "You're fine bug. I barely moved and you're in hysterics, what a pathetic excuse for a soldier." She chided. "This is boring, I can barely feel you, and you can't even reach the top of my heel, I shouldn't have expected a good foot rub from bugs." She sighed.

Shadowheart came back out of the tent dressed in her camp clothes. "Getting bored of them Karlach? Don't worry, I have an idea for a fun way to use them." She said.

Available in 4k on Patreon

Also on Twitter (Nothing special there this time but I'm trying to promote it in case deviantart nukes this account)