Finding his Goddess: Kindred Tales 46 by Evangeline Anderson

Author:Evangeline Anderson [Anderson, Evangeline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Evangeline Anderson Books
Published: 2022-10-28T18:30:00+00:00

TWENTY-EIGHT

LUCY

As it turned out, fleur’igan soup looked a lot like high quality olive oil. It was thick and viscous and clear with a slightly greenish tint to it. It wasn’t particularly hot either, which made Lucy wonder why Lady Twa’linda had been so anxious for it to get to the table before it “spoiled.”

One ate the soup using a long glass straw and the flavor reminded Lucy of wheatgrass juice, which wasn’t her favorite. Still, she sipped it politely as Lady Twa’linda chattered on about how rare it was and how difficult it was to get the ingredients.

Lucy nodded and smiled but all the while she felt like her pussy was getting hotter and more and more achy and swollen. What in the world was wrong with her? She didn’t dare to look down between her legs but she was extremely conscious of the fact that T’zaren’s thick shaft was still shoved all the way in her to the root, probably leaking more of that warming cream he had filled her with so copiously at the beginning of the meal.

She wished she could wiggle and try to get more comfortable, but she was well aware that might make him come in her again. So she sipped her soup through the clear glass straw and tried to smile and make polite conversation and ignore the fact that her clit with throbbing and her pussy was stuffed with the big Monstrum’s enormous cock.

Lucy was about to take another sip of her soup when she saw something strange was happening in the deep tureen the server had placed in front of her. Little black spots were appearing on the surface of the soup—little black blobs that looked like balsamic vinegar floating in olive oil, she thought.

“What are those?” she asked, using her straw to point at the black blobs.

“Oh, dear!” Lady Twa’linda sighed and put down her own straw. “They’re coming up in mine as well. Put your straw down, my dear—the soup is officially spoiled.”

“But what is it?” Lucy asked, frowning. “I mean, I don’t understand—how could the soup get ‘spoiled’ so fast when they just brought it out to us a few minutes ago?”

“Oh it has to do with the fleur’igans themselves—the tiny, microscopic creatures the soup is made of,” Lady Twa’linda explained.

“Uh…tiny microscopic creatures?” Lucy asked, feeling sick. “Seriously?”

“Oh yes! The fleur’igans swim in their own bile you know—that’s the soup itself,” the Dom’mesque continued to explain. “And the job of the chef is to heat them to just the right temperature to stun them, so to speak. You can’t kill them outright—that ruins the flavor of the soup. You can only stun them and then eat them as quickly as possible, before they wake up and start making their waste products again.”

“Their…waste products?” Lucy exclaimed.

“Oh yes—those are the black blobs you noticed,” Lady Twa’linda said, pointing with her own straw. “They’re quite bitter, you know—nothing like the clean, vegetal taste of the bile.”

“I…I see.” Lucy nodded and then picked up her glass and took several long gulps of wine.

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