“Well, they say everything tastes like chicken,” she says with a shrug, and there’s a slight smile when she bites into the meat. “Definitely needs sauce,” she says through a mouthful of meat, fanning her lips as steam comes from them. “So hot.”
“Of course it’s hot. Do not hurt yourself,” I tell her. “Here.” I thrust a jar of sauce at her, and she quickly unscrews the cap, dousing her piece of meat in it while I watch, then try carefully to help myself to a smattering of vegetables and my own meat, watching as she dredges a bite of steaming cock into the so-called barr-be-cute sauce.
She’s ravenous, and I internally berate myself for not having done a better job of providing for my female.
I was so smitten with the idea of having a mate, in spite of all of my years thinking I didn’t want one, that all I could think about was sating the need I had for her and the pain of her heat.
“I’ve been selfish,” I tell her by way of apology.
She gives me an odd look but continues shoving food in her mouth. “Try the sauce, you’ll like it. It’s really good. It’s spicy, it’s smokey, it’s sweet, it’s literally everything you could want in a sauce.” She closes her eyes and makes an expression that has my cock growing harder than ever.
I wish I could make her look at me like that and it have nothing to do with the food that I made for her. Still, a sliver of pride goes through me because I did put that expression on her face. I was the one to provide her the cock she now feasts upon.
“It is good you like this cock in your mouth. It will make you strong?—”
“Chicken.”
“That’s what I said.” My brow wrinkles as I run a finger over where my scar puckers on my face from it.
“No. That’s not what you said.” She swallows hard and pushes the sauce at me. “Eat something. Please put something in your mouth.”
“I will put the cock in my mouth if it appeases you.”
“It would appease me,” she says quickly.
She watches with wide eyes as I pour the sauce gingerly onto my plate, then dip the piece of cock I’ve selected for myself in it. Carefully, I take a bite, and my eyes widen, and immediately she grins at me with no restraint this time, just pure joy.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” she says, her mouth around the cock I prepared for her.
“Delicious,” I say. “This human sauce really tastes delicious.”
“Yeah, they call it finger-licking good, but let’s not call it human sauce, because that sounds fucked up,” she says cheerfully, then pops her finger into her mouth, sucking the remnants of sauce and spices off. I catch the slightest glimpse of a light pink tongue on the flesh of her finger before her eyes widen again and she looks guiltily at me.
I throb with need for her.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says sharply.
“I’m simply looking at you. I am not sure if there is another way I can look at you.”
“You’re looking at me like you’re thinking about me without my clothes on,” she says, pointing a piece of cock at me.
“Of course I am thinking about you without your clothes on.” The words surprise me. I certainly did not mean to say them. “I’m always thinking about you without your clothes on.”
We stare at each other for a long minute, the smell of her heat mingling with the delicious smokey scent of our meal, and I don’t think I’ve ever smelled something as tantalizing as this female sitting across from me.
“Please don’t say things like that out loud.” She sighs. “It makes me wet.”
I groan. “Why are you teasing me like this?” I adjust myself. “You said you wanted nothing to do with me, and now you tell me about how wet your pussy is for me?"
She stares at me through narrowed eyes, and I sigh. "You are a cruel female, and I find that it only makes me like you more, makes me need you more.”
“Maybe we should just eat,” she says, squirming uncomfortably.
Unfortunately, now all I can think about is tasting her, spreading her legs wide, kneeling before her. Licking my tongue slowly up the apex of her sex.
“I should very much like to eat something here,” I tell her, and I mean it.
“Good,” she says, motioning to my plate. “Please, please do that.”
