LOC(LORD OF CAULDRONS)

Both Stannie and Samuel turned their heads to Immie as she looked at the piece of pastry in her hands in disappointed and disgusted confusion.

“This does not taste good?!?” Immie said in a mixture of horror and despair.

Stannie raised an eyebrow, her tiny little routine to entice her master momentarily to turn to her ser-*ahem* disciple sister.

“Didn’t Matilda make that?” Stannie asked as she approached the dusty ball of dough.

She held out her hand wordlessly, asking for the object in question.

“I think so? Only she can make these. Her cooking is the only reason the boss keeps her around. She is very mean…” Immie said as she passed it along.

Stannie daintily grabbed the sweet and then gave the bread a soft squeeze, after which she brushed her thumb over the bitten spot, a bit of the cream that lay inside brushed off and stuck on her finger.

“The texture and softness of the doughnut seems fine.” She mumbled to herself, though loud enough that both Samuel and Immie could hear her.

She transferred the doughnut to the other hand and licked the cream of her finger, making a face not unlike Immie's but with something more distinct in her eyes, an understanding of why.

“Damn… This is bad, huh?” She said mostly to herself.

Immie nodded in understanding while Samuel was still out of the loop. He was now very curious about the doughnut. He had never seen one before, and the discourse made him want to eat it despite his lack of hunger(a feeling he had never felt before; before today, hunger had been a constant companion to him).

Samuel pushed out his arm before he knew what he was doing, making grabby hands.

Stannie raised an eyebrow at his sudden action but tossed it to him. He grabbed it out of the air easily enough and gave a small bite, bracing himself for it to taste horrible.

Only horrible was the furthest description imaginable for what was happening in his mouth. The first thing to hit him was the texture, and that in itself was a new and exciting experience. There was the dusty sweetness that coated the delectable treat, followed by a soft, fluffy bread that combined with the gooey, creamy sweetness at the centre for a heavenly experience. He gave another much without meaning to; except this time, it was the rest of the pastry in its entirety.

For the first time in his life, Samuel experienced the terrible joy of eating for pleasure, and as an inexperienced food consumer, he had no self-control whatsoever.

His eyes turned to the rest sitting on the plate, and, without any preamble, attacked the plate, jumping from his bed to stand next to two surprised women as he started downing the doughnuts in two or even one bites. There was no finesse or art to what he was doing, just the human desire for sugar driving him forward.

When all 12 of the doughnuts were gone, and the plate licked clean, did he stop and realise what he had just done? He turned his head to see Stannie and Immie looking at him with wrapped attention. Stannie’s full lips had a mysterious smile while Immie’s mouth was doing a surprised “O”.

Samuel’s first thought was to apologise for his actions, but Stannie redirected it by asking,

“Did that taste good?”

“Yes!”

He shouted out the word excitedly and immediately nodded; it was the best thing he had ever had in his life by a full-grown tree and a half.

“It did not taste bland with some funky sweetness added on top?” She asked, her smile hinting at something Samuel could not understand.

“No! It was really, really good! Like the best thing I have ever had in my life!” He said.

“I see…”

Her eyes turned to the cake on the same tray as she said it.

“Master?” She asked, her voice taking on a tone that almost took him out of the high he felt and into something else entirely. He felt his crotch twitch at her voice.

“Yes?” He asked, his attention turning to the woman.

“I want to suggest something. Is that alright?” She asked.

Her polite and submissive attitude almost threw Samuel for a loop, who until today had only found disinterest or derision from female figures. His mind figured out why, and the answer immediately came to him. His standing was higher than the women before him; it was like Mother and him, except he was Mother in this situation.

Realising how he should act, he said.

“Sure! What is it?”

Taking the approach, he wished Mother would have taken with him.

“Can I suck your cock while you eat this cake?” She asked, her tone still making his crotch stand at attention, though he did detect a sense of fear lurking behind it.

That feeling was very slight and was overrun by the heat in his loins that had been a constant issue for the last couple of hours.

Samuel was very, very unfamiliar with sex and the acts surrounding it, so he had no real idea what was going on at the moment, but the animalistic needs of his body, the raw instinct inside every human for sexual gratification, was driving him forward.

Without any hesitation or further thought, he said.

“Yes!”

On the other hand, Stannie was slowly building a case on Samuel. That was that Samuel had no real idea of the power he wielded or anything really of the world at large. She still needed to be careful. This could all be a ruse, or her master could be brilliant and quickly pick up on the norms.

She could do nothing about the former, but even if it was the latter, she just needed to ingratiate herself to him enough that when the pieces fell, she would be too deep for him to get rid of her. She would never be a disposable tool ever again.

But that was not something that could happen immediately, but right now, she had another theory she needed to test, and for that, she needed that precious appendage attached to her ‘master’ back into her mouth!