"Hm. Yes - this will do nicely."

Markus tried not to whine at the metal yanking against his neck, a godly force inflicting its whims on him as somewhere far above his owner merely shifted his foot, likely not even realizing he’d tugged at the chain keeping his little Terrarian chained to his sweaty foot.

"Are you... enjoying this?" Markus asked, more hopeful, than terrified. Though still, he couldn’t help but shudder as those distant, glowing eyes flicked downward at the sound of his voice. He watched as they narrowed a little darting across the length of the chain to locate the little dot of life on the other end of it.

Xirigua allowed his gaze to longer for a moment, silent and unreadable, causing Markus’ tiny, little heart to beat a little faster. He couldn't help but picture himself if he had been born decades ago… some poor terrarian populating a village that was a little too close to lihzahrd territory and getting captured and shrunken by a younger Xirigua in his boisterous youth and-

A warm, amused exhale, followed by a nod. ”I am not disappointed~"

Suddenly the tightness gripping Markus’ chest lessened somewhat. Xirigua was his ally, of course. But when reduced to such a scale, it was hard not to feel… well… like he was being judged by god when the Witch Doctor’s gaze lingered on him. After all, for all intents and purposes, he was.

"I cannot fathom, little Terrarian, why you would willingly bind yourself to another’s ownership."

"Oh well… Lots of reasons.” Markus gave a nervous laugh as his gaze lingered on the sheer cliff face of lihzahrd foot before him – a living mountain for him to worship and explore. “W-wait… Xig, when you say... 'ownership'-"

The free hand, resting lazily against the Witch Doctor’s belly shifted a bit as 'Xig' gave a lazy chuckle. "Is that not the truth, Terrarian? Are you not entirely mine to do with as I please?~"

"But you said-" Markus wouldn’t get to finish as above, Xirigua gave his toes a shameless wiggle.

The young man felt the difference from the earlier idle shift immediately. He fell face-first into the ground, dragged across the vast bedding for a moment before being yanked into the air. With a startled gasp, he impacted against a slightly wet surface, feeling his clothes dampen immediately, absorbing his master’s sweat. Instinctively, his hands grabbed on, squeezing at the warm expanse of Xirigua sole.

"X-Xig!" He called out

"A tiny soul scurrying below, my vast soles towering above… You are outmatched, little Terrarian~”

Markus gulped, it was hard to argue with cold, hard facts, but still… A part of him had hoped that, after everything, Xirigua would be a little gentler with him while he was like this.

“If it pleased me, I could press my feet together right now and make you a permanent addition to my soles, hm?~" Spoken with such an easy, relaxed smile, Markus felt chills running down his spine, forcing him to shudder, both in fear and in desire. Why… why did that sound so-

"Though a form so small would not last long. Until my next visit to the lake..." A pause, as the looming reptile’s head tilted. "I rather prefer you like this."

Another flex sent Markus tumbling down along the sole, whining as he lay slumped against the warm, green skin at the base of it. Exhaling in relief, now that he was sure, Xig was just fucking with him.

"Perhaps we shall find you a more ornate collar in time... if you please me."

Again, Markus couldn’t help but shudder at those word, though far more so with desire than fear than last time. He knew he couldn’t help what he wanted, but man, wasn't it pathetic that such idle musing from Xig had him looking up in almost excitement? Practically whimpering at the idea of his gigantic lihzahrd owner treating him with a nicer mark of ownership around his neck…

"Please you...?" He asked, only to feel that godly, deep chuckle rumbling through the ground again.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the view in the distance – the sight of a distant loincloth very much failing to hide Xig's dignity… not that Xig had ever really subscribed to the strange outsider views of privacy and caution with nudity. But even so, the vast lihzahrd cock was clearly stirring – already it could devastate Markus' little town back near the woods. He didn't want to imagine how much more it could do with each passing moment of increased erection.

"So you’d…" He gulped. "What, you’d reward me for… obedience?"

"It is so. I treat my possessions well, my little Terrarian."

Markus spluttered at the sheer shamelessness, swallowing as he stared past acres of supple sole and looked ahead to see Xirigua’s hand gently slipping down, rubbing against his inner thigh, slipping closer and closer towards the main prize – that half-erect reptile cock twitching idly in the gentle breeze.

"You talk much, Markus. I enjoy our talks.” Xirigua stated with that same easy smile, flicking a single toe and once again mashing Markus face-first into the gargantuan appendage he was chained to. “Perhaps you should put your clever little tongue to better use, hm?"

That glowing, yellow gaze, settled on the Terrarian again; the great Witch Doctor not yet issuing a command but looking down with an expectant, authoritative glint in the eyes.

On second thought, maybe Xig wasn’t just fucking with him…