The warmth of the candle-lit dining room fought back against the dark of night, and the mouthwatering scent of food permeated the air. Inigo and Sylvia stepped in from the kitchen holding the final pieces to the feast.
“Sorry for the wait Lady Liz, just needed a little longer for the pie,” Sylvia explained as she placed the golden treat on the table.
The red haired mistress gave a warm smile and laughed. “Really don’t worry about it,” she articulated in her new tongue.
The tall elf retrieved a bottle of red wine and poured a glass each. “A Bitemarsher vintage,” he explained as he circled the table. “Hoped it would give, what do you marshers say, ‘a taste of home?’” The three housemates took their respective seats around the dining table with Elizabeth at the head, the charming butler to her right and the buxom cook to her left.
“Thank you Inigo, that was very thoughtful of you.” The ex-soldier took time to reflect on her time back home. “Though I must be honest, I’ve never tasted wine in all my time in Bitemarsh.” She took a forkful of cheesy vegetables to her delicate lips.
“Never? I’d imagine you’d have tried it at least once.”
“My family growing up were millers with very little money to speak of. We could never afford a luxury like wine. We were lucky to even have fresh fruit from time to time.”
“It must have been difficult for you,” Inigo observed.
“Well it sure sounds like your language lessons are coming along nicely. Inigo here tells me you’re reading’s getting better too.” Sylvia leaned her supple breasts over the table and gave the butler a cheeky smile, one which was promptly ignored, whether out of ignorance or an act of will she could not tell.
Elizabeth nodded and swallowed her mouthful of savory cheese coated veggies before speaking. “Lessons are going quite nicely yes… but I worry that my accent gets in the way sometimes.”
“Aww don’t worry too much. Accents are cool!”
As small talk continued, a certain book started to glow and began its work. A twinge of hunger gnawed from within, much stronger than Liz remembered. Conversation tapered off when she started on the glazed hog. As if it were her first meal in days, the girl packed away bite after bite into her organ, washing it down with a gulp of wine. It wasn’t long until she done with the hog and moved on to filling her mouth full of the ooey gooey cheese, sometimes even noticing the legumes within.
It was at this point Inigo looked up from his meager plate and noticed his master’s behavior. His watched in astonishment at the sheer display of gluttony. Rather than bring forkfuls of the golden heaven from the table to her mouth, she brought the bowl close to her face to minimize time between bites. When the bowl was devoid of greens, she poured the remaining cheese directly into her mouth with one hand as the other scraped the bottom for whatever was left.
He looked back at Sylvia hoping she’d noticed as well, but the girl’s attention was directed towards her own meal. She caught Inigo’s glare in her peripheral vision and looked back with a cutesy smile. Inigo just sighed and motioned towards Liz, redirecting the cooks attention.
The cook smiled and nodded to Inigo, confident that she understood. “Would you like some more veggies Liz?” Inigo brought his hand to his forehead and sighed.
The ginger beauty licked her cheesy lips clean and nodded. “I was just about to ask,” she admitted.
Without hesitation the busty blonde scooped another heaping serving into her master’s bowl, and a few small scoops into her own. She placed a forkful into her mouth and understood why Liz wanted more.
Even though she’d eaten enough to feed a small Bitemarsher family, the hunger still burned from within. Elizabeth ate the second bowl even quicker than the first until she finally felt somewhat full. She felt a comforting warmth flow through her body and the fullness dissipated.
“I suppose I’m ready for dessert now.” Liz licked her lips clean once more and sipped her wine. Inigo excused himself from the room, already full from his single serving, but not before taking a slice of pie for himself. Sylvia did the honors and gave her master a slice of each dessert and the whole treacle. Elizabeth began with the cheesecake, noting its sweet creaminess and bold rich flavor. The pie was positively perfect, with a succulent sweet filling and a sugar coated pastry holding it all together, and to top it all off, the pie was still warm. She finished with the treacle adoring every moment of its sugary perfection. Liz helped herself to seconds and thirds, leaving half a pie and cheesecake.
At the end of it all, the copper haired mistress was well and truly full. Her stomach jutted out a few inches completely taught to the touch, pain stabbing from within. Back in the library, the Codex sensed the pain its master endured and cast another spell to help soothe her overtaxed stomach. Elizabeth gave a sigh of relief, and so the Codex sighed with her, pleased with a job well done, but its work was only just beginning...
How are we going to proceed?
Option 1: The Codex only influences appetites. No direct weight manipulation.
Option 2: The Codex can both influence appetite and directly manipulate weight.
Option 3: Reader's Choice
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