This choice: stuff you, truss you, and roast you whole!" • Go Back...Chapter #5stuff you, truss you, and roast you whole!" by: Unknown "Yeah, saw that one coming a mile away." You thought, the ceremonial apple in your mouth preventing you from articulating your thoughts aloud.
"Don't think back at me!" Flora snapped. "And don't knock the classics, either!" Marching over to the small vegetable garden you'd painstakingly maintained every sunday, you couldn't help but wince a little as Flora leaned down and plunged her fist into the well tilled and watered earth, yanking out just about every last potato and carrot before plucking every tomato from the vine. You weren't much of a gardener, so the fact that you were able to make anything grow at all in the last few months had been a nice boost to your pride. Seeing Flora careless tear up everything other than the lettuce somehow cut deeper than her blade. Setting the assorted fruits and roots on the counter beside the outdoor stove, Flora hoisted the wok of organs up onto the counter as well before snapping her fingers. She turned around and approached you once more, but you were quick to noticed that the pots, pans, knives, sink, and the ingredients themselves, which apparently included several of the organs Flora had yanked out, began to move on their own volition. You felt the slightly painful but also ticklish sensation of knives hacking away at choice cuts of your guts, though you weren't exacty able to tell what most of them were as apart from a few big ones as they'd all already been mixed up and ripped apart. Besides, with a giant knife weilding naked demon hovering over you, licking her ruby red lips as her eyes playfully scanned your equally nude but much more vulnerable form, you were understandably a bit distracted.
"Hmmm... spicy cajun seasoning, or classic honey glaze?..." Flora asked herself, scratching her chin as she stared down at you. "I do like spicy... but everything in hell is spicy, I should enjoy some sweet while I'm up here... I can't decide. Your thoughts?"
While Flora had numbed your pain down to effective nonexistence, the idea of the giant rubbing anything spicy into skin and onto your junk still made you reflexively thought "Honey glazed." and mumbled "Hmm-m ghm."
Flora shrugged. "Alright then." She snapped her fingers thrice in quick succession. The first summoned up a large bowl presumably full of a honey, butter, and brown sugar glaze which hovered in the air at Flora's waist level, which was currently just above your head. The second snap caused every last follicle of hair south of short cut sideburns to immediately drop off of your body, making the air feel suddenly colder and your body somehow even more naked than before. The third snap caused a short but powerful gust of extremely precise wind to whisk your hairs away and throw them into the grass. You were now ready for glazing.
"Now, normally I'd score you to help this glaze soak in a bit better, but since I haven't done this sort of thing in a long time, and I'm fucking starving, I'm going to keep this simple." Flora explained, dunking her hands into the bowl she'd materialized. Withdrawing them, your suspicions were confirmed, her fingers and palms now dripping with a mixture of brown sugar, butter, and honey. "Hold still." She said, leaning down and placing her hands on your shoulders.
Flora massaged the glaze into your skin, her hands exerting a powerful but controlled pressure on your tender flesh. She rubbed down your shoulders first, her face getting unnecessarily close to yours as she worked and her bare chest resting on yours as she moved her grip down to your upper arms. Despite the stickiness of the glaze, your now hairless skin allowed her hands to all but glide across your skin, applying the glaze evenly and with only the slightest friction. Once she'd worked the glaze thoroughly into both arms down the wrist, Flora dunked her hands in the bowl once more before levitating it down to your left hand. "Would you mind getting your chest and sides while I work waist down?" she asked, winking.
Even if you could refuse such an offer without getting horribly punished in ways you couldn't yet conceive of, which you couldn't, you probably wouldn't have. Your body was about to become this demon's lunch and you had no idea when (or even if) you'd get it back, and now she was all but outright saying that she was going to give it a good send off? Wordlessly, you dunked your hand into the mixtures and slapped it wetly down in the center of your chest. Flora smiled, and began rubbing the glaze into your legs just above your ankles. She massaged slowly, firmly, maintaining direct eye contact with you as she slowly made her way up. Her long fingers and tight grip allowed her to apply the glaze to both sides of your legs as she ran her hands up your body, her fingers sliding between your flesh and the table beneath and firmly massaging your calves. She paused. "You gonna do your part or not?" She asked. You realized that you'd been so distracted by her movements that you hadn't even started your own application beyond the sloppy slap against your chest. You quickly tried to catch up, finding yours movements more jerky as your lesser human strength struggled with the glaze that, to you it seemed, had too much honey and not enough butter.
"I told you, I haven't made this in a long time!" Flora said, digging her fingers into the backs of your knees and causing your whole body to jerk. You thought of an apology and continued your work, to which Flora's smiled returned to her own work. Moving up past your knees and began rubbing down your thighs, twisting her hands around them and paying extra attention to the inner portion as she slowly made her way up yo your crotch, while your hands moved down to your open stomach. Flora dunked her hands in the bowl once again, and noticing that your own application was getting a bit thin you did the same. She wriggled her fingers beneath your body, squeezing your butt tightly. "I know it's not totally sanitary, but I suppose I should sample the meat before it's cooked." She said, giant lips inches from your fully erect cock.
You didn't have a chance to think of some clever response, or even a half clever one, as Flora immediately thrust her face down into your crotch and took you up to the hilt in her mouth. Despite being naturally rather well hung, eight inches hard and of good girth, Flora was not only big enough to take it but had likely literal millennia of experience and could read your mind to tell exactly what made you tick. Her moved around your shaft in ways that a human's never could, unnaturally fast and precise as it poked and prodded you in response to each and every twitch you made. You groaned as loudly as you could with the apple still in your mouth, your hands shaking too much to continue their work. They mindlessly latched onto the first thing they could get a grip on, afraid that you'd writhe clean off the table in your ecstasy, and ended up gripping the open gash in your gut for support. You couldn't tell if Flora had increased the sensitivity of the cut just to fuck with you or if the combination of sensations was multiplying their respective powers, but what you did know was that you were already thrashing and growling on the verge of climax and you'd barely even started.
Her grip on your ass tightening, Flora's impossibly dexterous tongue left her lips and looped itself around your balls before retracting back into her mouth. Now with your entire pack engulfed by those gargantuan lips, Flora began rocking her head up and down in short but quick motions, knocking you around in her mouth like ingredients in a cocktail shaker while her tongue slithered around your cock and balls like a snake. Within seconds of this, you delivered the largest load you'd ever had, biting clean through the apple and nearly choking on the massive hunk you’d gnashed through as you howled for the whole neighborhood to hear as your hands ripped at your sides. The towering demon's eyes widened, both surprised by the suddenness of your stream and even by its volume. Recovering, Flora closed her eyes and savored the flavor of her meat's homemade gravy, her tongue bathing your cock and balls thoroughly so as not to miss a single drop.
Finishing, Flora released your now immensely bruised ass and stood up smacking her lips. "Yup, this is some quality meat." She said, patting the side of your thigh and making you bizarrely prideful. “Hey, you ruined my apple!” She said, picking up the basically halved fruit.”
Forcing down the massive piece and feeling it rattle around inside your chest cavity, you rasp out a barely audible “Sorry.”
“I guess it’s not- HEY!” She blurted inspecting your stomach. “You ripped yourself!” Looking down, you saw that your cut had indeed widened, the right and left edges now slightly saggy and mashed from the force with which you’d gripped and tugged them, while the lower edge had torn and now extended down to the base of your still half cocked cock.
“Sorry... it was... pretty intense.” You panted.
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