Zozafina's Day Out 7
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Zozafina continues to indulge in the pleasures that Baker offers her, but perhaps it's more than Baker can handle.
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“Telling me what to do… lesser men would die for such a thing.”
“You’re going to ‘kill’ me anyway. Why not be bold?”
“Touche.”
She lifts the cup, both hands holding it steady, and she presses her lips to the edge, sucking gently.
The milk, honey, and chocolate begin to flow into her from the suction. Losing his grip on gravity, Baker falls into that flow, pressing against the soft and pillowy things.
And that’s when she opens her mouth ever-so-slightly and slurps the femboy into her.
The inside of Zozafina’s mouth is warm, and Baker sloshes around within it, curling up inside as the milk and the spit envelop his form. That massive muscle that holds him in flicks over his body, tasting his chocolate flesh.
The chamber jostles in glee. The taste of his confectionery goodness impressed his predator. So he swims up and rubs himself against her appendage, his smooth and sweet form bumping up against each of her taste buds, giving her a sensation of pleasure as they sense the complex notes that only a master pastry chef can provide.
Zozafina hums in delight and places her glass down. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head back ever-so-gently, her chest rising in falling in slow and steady movements.
This, of course, is the purest bliss of control, where the fat of another living being is in her hands or, instead, in her mouth.
She chuckles at the thought, sloshing around the mixture of fluids all over the tiny femboy within her. The longer she lets him languish within her, the more he melts inside her, revealing more nuanced tastes, but she can feel that he is still alive inside her, still rubbing, still clinging.
Her tongue lifts up, pressing Baker to the roof of her mouth, his back squishing against her, the pressure so much to break through the shell layer of his design. Now, the gooey cream filling inside his form bursts out as he squeals in a feeling that one might consider pain. More surprise. Not unpleasant.
Zozafina gasps, lowering her tongue, the sensation of his body sliding down her muscle and to the back of her throat enough to finally issue a gulping response.
Baker sloshes past her throat and into the warm, compressing muscles of her throat. Her laughs and her hums are only intensified as he slips down her esophagus, his body hardly able to move, but would he even want to at this point? There is no need to harm those he serves; he enjoys the sensation of their innermost feelings taking him for a ride that he will not soon forget.
For most, of course, this would be the last ride that they ever would have.
With a plunk, he lands inside her stomach, the acid churning and whirling around inside him. Here, his body pops and fizzes as the chemical reaction within activates. The tiny crystals of carbon dioxide he had embedded into small crystals within his core mixed with the insides, popping and fizzing within her.
Outside, Zozafina grabs her stomach, sighs, and massages herself, her eyes closed, her delight evident in the way that her nipples rub at her top and her member rises in appreciation.
As she fondles her belly, another hand reaches out, brushing at the head of her member.
She gasps, opening her eyes, matching with Baker’s gaze.
“I hope that was to your liking?” Baker asks, now stripped down to his undergarments—pretty pink boxers, wrapping his fingers around her shaft.
“You escaped from me much quicker than I anticipated,” the dark elf says, licking her lips, reaching from her tummy to place a halting hand upon Baker’s. “I was hoping to enjoy the struggle a little bit more.”
“Ah, my apologies, lady Zozafina,” the Baker says, slipping his hand away. “I wish to give you what you desire, after all.”
“Oh, but I doubt you could fulfill my desires quite the way I want,” Zozafina says, standing taller than Baker. She places her hands on his shoulders and pushes him back.
Baker falls against the table, clattering against the display and other treats, yelping and looking up at her with a wince.
The dark elf lifts a leg, her boot-clad foot pressing against his bulge, her hands on her hips. She leans in a sadistic glow in her eye. “There are so many people who would bow before me and my power, and yet, there are still so many more who would try to fight against me and force me to do all sorts of things I don’t want.”
She places a hand upon her breast, leaning in, applying pressure to the bakery femboy. “But I am my own woman, liberated by all constraints imposed upon me by my birth. You and I are kindred spirits in that way, are we not? You chose to become as you are now and reinvent yourself however you wish daily, isn’t that right?”
Baker pants, hands over his head, gripping the table, his legs dangling on the side. He whimpers as her foot grinds against his undies.
“You’re taking this much more in stride than I could imagine. Have you had more sadistic individuals than me cross your doors? Despite your wholesome image, you must be quite the slut for debauchery—a degenerate, through and through!”
She picks up a knife beside him, flicking it up so it points to his chin. “No one will be able to end you, but you would welcome the experience of a thousand deaths at the hands of people like me, wouldn’t you?”