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"Come on! He is overextended! Go top and gank him!"

Samantha shouted to her friends on Discord.

They were playing ranked queues for hours now, and she was all

serious about it. Natasha, on the other hand, could not see the appeal in all of this.

Not so for the gaming part, but more for the fact that she had been standing next to

Sam for a good five minutes now and she hadn't received even a single glance from

her girlfriend. She was feeling quite hungry and had to find the best way to approach

Sam and get her favourite snack. A task that seemed weirdly difficult when she was

playing with her friends, and they were all so invested in the game.

'Hmm, there is always that something that gets her attention more than anything

else' Natasha thought, 'Maybe it's time to bust out the cupcakes'.

She rubbed her paws together like a super villain with a full-proof plan and walked towards the

kitchen. There were quite a few cupcakes left from the previous day, so it was their

time to shine again. After all, Samantha could never resist Natasha's cooking; she had

admitted time and time again that she was the best cook she had ever met. Not to

mention that her enormous weight was not gained by eating random take away. It

had all been from Nat's magnificent skill of making everything so damn delicious!

Natasha felt a warm excitement as she arranged the cupcakes in an attractive pattern

on the serving plate. Presentation was equally important as flavour, there was no

arguing that. Bearing her cute apron over her casualwear and with plate in hand, she

returned to the bedroom.

"God damnit, man! How did you manage that? You went for a gank and instead they

destroyed all our towers up to our base!"

Samantha was still completely absorbed by Space League and did not seem to

acknowledge any other movement in the room. She did not even bat an eye when

Nat announced she had brought some cupcakes for her babe.

"Yeah, yeah" she replied, seemingly not having even listened to what the Vampire Demon had said.

Natasha was starting to get upset. And how could she not be? She never appreciated

being ignored, especially when she was hungry. Now, a video game was coming in her

way towards sustenance, and she would not be stopped by it. She gritted her teeth a

bit and climbed over Samantha's gigantic bosom in order to reach her face. There,

she pretended to snuggle a bit next to her while watching the game.

"Are you guys losing?" Natasha asked to break the ice.

"Of course we are losing!"

Samantha shouted, clearly disappointed in her teammate.

"This idiot is costing us the match. We are about to drop rank because he isn't

getting his shit together!"

"You know what would help you win the match more easily?" Nat paused for

anticipation, but Sam was too distracted to play along, and plainly ignored her once

again. "Some sweet sweet cupcake would definitely be the thing to up your game!"

she continued, and desperately tried to feed a piece to her girlfriend.

"Not now!" Sam remarked and pushed the cupcake away.

"Can't you see I'm trying to win this? I have to carry this match, and cannot be distracted for not even a bit."

Natasha stepped down, taking all her feelings in. She was extremely frustrated by the

rejection. 'How could she turn down my cupcakes?' she thought to herself, 'And over

some stupid Space League match to boot! If that's how you want to play it Sam, then

I'll bring my A game to the table. Then we'll see how much you care for your game'.

With her head high, she walked off and closed the door behind her, without showing

any signs of defeat; the real show had yet to start.

One by one, she started organising the ingredients and tools she would need on the

counter. This was something that she had never prepared for Sam before. It was

something that was kept in store for situations like these. The dirty bomb of recipes,

if you will. Fortunately, she had everything she needed. As she was cooking

constantly for her girlfriend, she had to have a plethora of items available, to keep the

variety in her recipes going, as well as Sam's attention. Flour, sugar, butter, cocoa

powder, vanilla ice cream, baking soda, eggs and buttermilk.

"Let's see if you'll ignore this one, Sam!" Natasha said out loud, with her eyes glistening with determination.

She started with the cake first. She preheated the oven, prepped the batter mixture,

and left it to bake for half an hour. In the meantime, she prepared the melted caramel

in the sauce pan, adding a bit of salt to the mix to break the sweetness. After taking

out the cakes and cooling them down, she added the ice cream on top and put them

in the freezer for a couple of hours. Finally, she whipped the eggs and sugar for the

stiff and shiny meringue topping. While waiting, she could hear Samantha still

talking and shouting from the bedroom. 'You are going at it non-stop' Natasha

thought, 'but you won't know what hit you when it's ready. I will teach you not to

ignore me again, babe'.

She did not leave the kitchen for even a second; she would only emerge when it was

done. That way, if Sam wondered where she was off to, it would add to the

anticipation and final reveal. 'Why not add some insult to injury?' Natasha thought

as she went to her closet. She picked out her navy blue skin-tight dress, an all time

favourite of hers and Sam's, and combed her long light azure hair, adding some glitter

to accentuate their glow. Returning to the kitchen, the base and ice cream were

completely frozen now, so it was time to add the final bits. She poured the melted

caramel on top of them, and covered them with meringue, before toasting them with

her kitchen torch for the final touch. With a few sprinkles of cocoa powder, her

infamous Chocolate Caramel Baked Alaska cupcakes were ready. She was ecstatic

with confidence. Grabbing her serving plate once more, she waltzed in the bedroom

to exact her well deserved revenge.

Samantha was too focused to notice the door of the room opening. Her match was

really crucial for the rankings and she was about to enter a teamfight, so she had

major tunnel vision. Nat stood for a moment next to her in amazement, gazing at her

partner's total dedication to the game. 'Maybe if I fan some of the sweet sweet smell

of the cakes towards her, I could get her attention' she pondered as she tried out her

plan, but to no avail. 'Maybe if I stand in front of the screen. Then she will surely

notice me'. Still no. Her Corven lover simply tilted her head to readjust her line of

sight towards the monitor. She was purely moving without thinking. The game had

completely absorbed her, making her ignore even Natasha's killer body and outfit.

'What is it with this girl? I cannot find a single crack in her dedication. And to top it

all off, my appetite keeps growing!'. Nat was starting to get upset once again. She

would not admit defeat so easily. She had been preparing these delicious cupcakes for

hours, and she had prettied herself up to add to the effect. Samantha had to just

notice her and taste the desserts. Then, her victory would come like a breeze. 'Fuck

it!' she whispered while pulling her sleeves up, 'I'm too hungry. If the mountain

won't come to Natasha, then Natasha must go to the mountain'. And with that,

Natasha climbed on her girlfriend once more, going for her desperate plan B.

Sam had just entered the teamfight, with her and all her teammates shouting in voice

chat on what everyone should be doing. It was chaos. Cursing and jerky movements

of the controller were prevalent, but Natasha was determined to achieve her goal. She

reached Samantha's shoulder and made herself sit comfortably while waiting for the

right moment to strike. Like a predator in the shadows, when Sam opened her

mouth to yell another Fuck you dude, she pounced, stuffing her mouth with a

delicious Baked Alaska Cupcake.

Sam did not know what hit her. She closed her mouth and started chewing, only to

be struck by the first unbelievable impression; sweet and warm meringue, swirling

around her tongue, with a hint of cocoa, adding its bitter touch to the mix. Then, a

second wave; hot melted caramel running along the inside of her beak, covering and

combining with vanilla ice cream, all exploding inside her mouth in an orgasmic

manner. Finally, the soft and fuzzy cake base, to rest your taste buds upon, giving

small moments of respite and absorption of the previous flavours, preparing you for

the next bite. It was all simply too much for Samantha. Her controller dropped from

her hands, her head tilted towards the air with closed eyes, and all she could utter

was:

"Holy fuck... that was good..."

Her mind was swimming in a sea of flavour, coloured by the intricacies of Natasha's

excellent culinary skills. "This is the best freaking cupcake I have ever tasted" she

exclaimed in her delirium, taking bite after bite like a maniac. In that moment, there

was nothing else for her to lend her senses to but only for the piece of art her

girlfriend had created. She was so much into it that she didn't care that she had left

her teammates stranded in an unfair fight with the opposing team. Everyone died,

with distant screams and curses echoing from her headset, but they were but plain

white noise to her ears. She could not concentrate on that nonsense right now. There

was one last bite left to go, and with that gone shortly after, her senses started to

come back again.

The shouting from her earphones seized, and a sudden silence fell over the room.

Then, moments later, a small, rhythmic tapping started to be made out through the

sensory void. She opened her eyes and witnessed a very irritated looking Coyote

Demon, cross armed and waiting in front of the TV, tapping her foot paw on the

ground in anticipation. She was wearing the outfit that Sam always wanted her to be

in. The one that caressed her curvy and ample body in all its glory, displaying every

shape and angle to the lucky observer. She was a sight for sore eyes. A sight that

seemed to be trying to make a point come across. Natasha did not seem pleased at all

to have been ignored by her before, and it definitely showed. Sam noticed that she

was the one to have turned off the monitor, and was surely waiting for an

explanation. She had even made her gorgeous hair even prettier in order to get her

attention. 'Dammit' Sam punished herself, 'How could I have been so blind? She was

only trying to show how much she loves me! She brought me cupcakes and I... I just

shoved her off. What the hell am I doing? Natasha is the love of my life! I cannot act

out so randomly and condescendingly towards her. That would only push her away

from me! I don't want that! I surely, most positively, DON'T want that!'.

And just as Samantha, plagued by her inner remorse towards her spouse, was about

to apologise to Natasha for her absurd behaviour, she heard the Demon Coyote's

stomach rumble. It rumbled like a truck! And then it hit her; it wasn't love and

romance that was driving Nat's actions. It was just her insatiable hunger for her

juices. Sam's face adopted the largest grin she had ever taken before, clearly seeing

through her partner's facade. Natasha had some explaining to do.

"Heh!" Samantha exclaimed with a raised eyebrow, "What was that sound just now?"

"What sound are you talking about?" Natasha played it off like nothing was

happening.

"Come on, babe! Stop pretending to be coy now."

Sam paused for a moment, trying to see if her comment had made a crack in Nat's

acting. On the contrary, her girlfriend seemed totally unfazed; she continued

adopting the annoyed bit, with her arms crossed and her disappointed gaze. 'So

typical of you, babe' Samantha thought, 'You never let go of your ego. It wouldn't

hurt pushing you some more, wouldn't it?'.

"Is it maybe, just maybe, that my love is hungry for me?" Sam taunted.

"There was no sound..." Natasha responded with a plain tone, trying to cover up her

intentions. It was to no use though. Samantha knew her appetite very well, and there

was nothing that Natasha could have said to convince her otherwise. Nat gave a sharp

look towards her stomach and flexed her abs in protest towards her own body. 'Curse

you' she screamed in her mind, 'Curse you for revealing my plan! I've spent so many

hours preparing the cupcakes and dressing up, only to be given away by some bodily

sound? This is the epitome of ridiculous and amateurish. A Hybrid Demon, not

being able to control herself in order to get her food. Oh, the degeneracy...'

Samantha gave out a long and heavy sigh. Just by watching Nat, she could get an idea

of what was going inside her mind. She knew that the Coyote Demon needed her

sustenance, but to go to such an extent to get it was too much. Why do all this work

when she could have just asked her for it? It's not like she has refused her too many

times before. It was the opposite, in fact. It was a bit perplexing to carry out a whole

play to get her attention away from the game.

Natasha, on the other hand, sizzled in her own self-flagellation. It was demeaning for

her to do all this and get called out. She couldn't keep up with this anymore. It was

tiring and draining to lie and pretend. So she decided to finally come out and just

admit it.

"Ok, ok!" she exhaled, "I did all this to get your attention because I was hungry. Too

hungry in fact. You were constantly playing this stupid game and didn't seem to find

the end of it. You even pushed me away to keep at it uninterrupted!"

Samantha was actually caught by surprise. There was no way she thought that

Natasha would own it up. In awe of what was happening before her eyes, she

remained silent and listened to her lover intently. And so, Natasha continued.

"It is really hard for me, you know! To adapt, I mean. Before I met you, I would

always go out there and feed whenever I wanted. There were so many opportunities,

so many choices for me to pick from. Food was in abundance, and very easy to come

by. Granted, it was nowhere near as good as you are for me, Sam. Now that I was so

lucky to find you and have you in my life as my partner, I am constantly stopped dead

in my tracks from every little thing that comes between us."

Samantha was eating up everything Natasha had to say. To someone else, her

monologue could have been labelled as at least narcissistic and egotistical; a creature

of immense power and capabilities, bickering about her inability to exploit her

significant other all day round. This would totally feel like a logical conclusion to

such uttered words, but not to Samantha. No. Samantha was in fact deeply amazed

by Nat's confession. It was something she had never seen before, and an absolute

testament to the Demon Hybrid's need for her.

"I can't stand these boundaries that you show me anymore, Sam" Natasha continued

clearly in dismay, "This is not about a habit of mine that has been changed. This is

something I need in order to keep on being myself. You are my only food source,

baby! You cannot ignore that! You are not just my girlfriend..."

She paused momentarily, trying to gather the courage to continue, and gave a long

look into Samantha's eyes. Sam was looking back at her with all the attention in the

world, hanging from her every word. She exhaled once more, and added :

"You are my everything"

Samantha gasped; she didn't know how to react to such beautiful words, but also

didn't want to stop Nat from continuing on. She took a deep breath herself, and

listened once again.

"Samantha, you are not just my lover. You are my feeder. You offer me everything I

need in this life. You give me strength and warmth when I'm around you. You give

me safety in your touch and embrace. You are my home. You are my life, Sam. Don't

you forget that."

Sam was left with an open beak. She was so astonished by Natasha's sincere

confession, that she couldn't hide how much she was blushing. For Sam, it wasn't

just a mere reveal of affection and longing. She was a person with deep emotional

baggage. Ever since the incident with her parents, she had always felt thrown away,

discarded in the four winds. She had been abandoned by the most important people

in her life, people that had been there for her in all the difficulties she had faced in the

past. People that had raised her with care and love. It wasn't just something she could

shake off from one day to another. It was a psychological problem she was trying to

cope with every day in order to keep going. Having that in mind, Natasha admitting

that she couldn't do without her was a very important moment for Sam. She didn't

care for big displays of love; she just wanted to feel needed. She wanted to be sure that

her lover was in her life for good, and that she wouldn't have to deal with a similar

loss ever again. Her feelings were precious, and since she was so connected with

Natasha, it was a huge sigh of relief to know that she was absolutely essential for her

girlfriend's livelihood.

Samantha's thirst for feeling wanted was being quenched. Happiness was starting to

build up inside her. Odds were, she realised, that Natasha, somehow, had become

even more dependent on her than Sam was on Nat. She didn't know how that was

actually possible, but it was definitely an undertaking. Natasha was amazing, after all.

She was a person that had lived through a lot. So many experiences that she had gone

through, all tramped by Sam's own little corvus self. 'Well, maybe not as little...' she

joked in her mind. Still, she felt proud, and above all, desirable. All these sensations

and thoughts, though, she didn't want to share. Not there and then. There was only

enough room for one person being extremely honest that time. She could pour out

her own heart another time. She didn't want to ruin it in any way.

Even though Sam was ultimately thrilled by the course of things, she tried to act as

nothing of major importance had happened. And it seemed to be working, as

Natasha wasn't particularly trying to read the room anymore. She had just admitted

dependency over her lover. Most of her life, she had been a very independent person,

free to do whatever she wanted. She was the one to pull the strings; she was the

mistress, and the others were the weaklings. This was not the case now. Everything

was different with Sam. It had changed her a lot. Natasha was acknowledging that

she was nothing without her. Sam was her lifegiver. And that dynamic was showing

every day. Natasha had been taking care of her, cooking and providing all the

necessary comforts. It was like looking after her beloved Princess. It didn't feel like

she was being submissive to that extent, but she was definitely pampering Sam. And

she had grown so much accustomed to it, that only now she felt the difference. She

needed to know that they could work something out together, in order to be satisfied

as well. All the changes were weighing upon her.

In the brief moments of lull and thought that followed, Samantha noticed that Nat

was still waiting for a sincere answer. Her body language was unmistakable. Sam had

to give her something in order to untangle this issue. They couldn't just let it be. So

she went on and broke the silence.

"Well, I could never forget how much we mean to each other, Nat" Sam said in a

teasing manner, trying to play it off as casually as she could.

"So?" Natasha asked, "What do you think can be done about this?"

"I guess I could try and set a more specific lunch time for you. One that would be

more convenient for the both of us. I know that I have to make more time for you,

and definitely want to. I am not the only one that has needs in this relationship. I can

now clearly see that it is wrong to ignore my lover's wants for my own; even without

having ill at heart while doing it. Sometimes I get carried away and don't pay

attention to what is happening. Like I did before. It was not intentional. I was too

into what I was doing and didn't have a second thought when I reacted like that. I

will try to change that. I know it wasn't the best way to handle things. I promise I

will start cutting down on gaming, to make time for us. We both need it."

"Really, Sam?" Natasha questioned with glee, "Do you promise?"

"I promise, babe! Well, except when my friends come over. I will have to take care of

them as well. It wouldn't be right to ignore them" she laughed.

"Sure, we have a deal"

It went better than expected, Natasha thought. She was thankful that her words

didn't just strike a wall. Samantha listened. Not only that, but she had gone out of

her way to make it right as well. She would make things better between them.

Natasha would not be bound by the insecurity of an improbable meal anymore.

They would make it so that she would get her sustenance adequately. Who cared if

sometimes they would have to take a break for her friends to visit? The only thing she

had in mind was how many more times she would be able to taste Samantha's juices.

Her salty sweat from all over her body, her pungent and womanly scents coming out

from under her belly and between her legs. She could feel her saliva drool as the

fantasies ran across her mind. They were vivid and wholesome. She would be satiated

like never before. She would be licking her partner clean from top to bottom.

Nothing would escape her. And she couldn't hide her excitement about it.

Nat and Sam gave each other a nod and look of mutual understanding and, not

wasting any more time, Natasha dove under her lover's enormous stomach and into

her beloved den. It was time for her much anticipated and well earned lunch.

Her

appetite was immeasurable. She shoved her snout so deep inside Sam that she almost

lost herself from the craving sensation. Nat was going at it like a wild animal. She was

putting everything she had into it. Where her snout couldn't reach, she used her long

tongue to lick and gather all that her partner offered her. Her pupils dilated and her

eyes rolled back from the pure ecstasy she was experiencing. It was like divine nectar

caressing her tongue with its warm and sticky texture, flowing between her fangs and

down her throat. It was too much for her. She moaned from pleasure while Sam

came again and again, in explosions of squirting waves like never before, each one

bigger than the one preceding it. It was much like the moans Sam was making from

the Alaska cupcake, but now it was Natasha who was enjoying Sam's own muffin.