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Geneviève attempts with all her goblin might to shake the candy man but only manages to ruffle up his robes as she snarls at him. "I'm trying to be sexy at you, dammit!"

He looks down at her, running a hand over his hair, one of his shoulders exposed by the jostling of his outfit. "My, my, Geneviève, are you attempting to blackmail me into letting you have the baker's special for free?"

"Is it working?" she asks, her grin wide and toothy."

Baker pulls away, letting his robe fall to the wayside in the goblin's grasp. His chocolate body is perfectly sculpted with glitter sprinkled along his cheeks, chest, and shoulders. There is an accent of pink cotton between his legs to show off the chocolate cock that dangles beneath, but just at eye-level for the stacked goblin girl.

Geneviève smacks her lips. "What a treat, boss."

Baker walks behind her, brushing a finger up her arm and shoulders, standing behind her, massaging her. "We're all treats here, and you're a dirty girl."

"Your fault for not warnin' me," She says, kicking her feet.

"You just need to learn how to shower properly, darling," he whispers, grabbing some soap and lathering up between his hands.

"Hey, I'm a goblin, not a savage!"

"Mm hm?" he coos, moving his hands down along her body, over her arms, around her front, cupping her breasts, pulling her in against his body. He looks down upon her again and kisses her forehead, following that up with a lick to pick up the bit of glaze stuck there.

"Oh fuck…" she says, clutching at the stool. "This is happenin'…."

"A treat for the sweet," he whispers, kissing her cheek. "Now, let's clean you up…."

—

Hot water sprays out from the faucet, creating a steamy environment for the steamy situation. It's warm, but in a good way, unlike the scalding heat of the glaze. It is like a warm hug to Geneviève, a second embrace, counting the one given to her now by her boss.

The water trickles down her body and traces her curves, sending white trails of sugary goodness over her.

Baker giggles, tracing along the underside of her ample bosom, and notes, "Now, you are getting a nice frosting. I've been wondering about giving my staff accents and product to make them particularly sweet. Make you simply scrumptious."

"How are you…" she says, closing her eyes, leaning back into his perfectly sculpted chest, "so good at this…?"

"And here I thought you knew my secrets," Baker says, parting his blueberry lips. "It's because when I was created, I was given the directive to give my mistress pleasure. There were all sorts of things that I could do, but I chose to get into baking to stimulate the taste buds and the nose." He says this, booping her own goblin nose before kissing her cheek. "But there are other ways I know people enjoy, and I've come to understand the fun in their own way, darling.

“B… Boss…"

"Shh…" he traces over her lip, "Call me Baker." He says this, pressing that chocolate digit against her and pulling back, leaving a slight stain where his finger left off.

Geneviève licks her lips, shuddering in the delight of the taste. "Ah... Ah, Buh-Baker, that's your…"

"My special?" He says, sliding a palm down over her stomach. Chocolate mixes with frosting as he moves down, palm resting in front of her womb, fingers curling upwards towards her lips.

The goblin squeals and squirms under his touch as his fingers disappear inside, spreading her out and pushing into her. "Am I doing a good job for you? Am I making up for everything?

Geneviève's eyes roll back, her lips quivering, her body warming up deep into its core. “F… fuck…"

“Is that a request, sweetie?" Baker asks.

"Oh… fuck yes…" she hisses.

He scoops the shortie up, one arm around her chest and the other still between her legs. The taller man then turns toward that window, where all of Anteronia could see if they so chose, and he holds her to watch. Between her legs, his chocolate cock pushes through, rubbing her thighs. Slowly, he lets it slide back and forth, all the while letting her sigh and squirm under his hold.

“Bu…aker…!"

"That's it, darling," the chef says, kissing her ear. "Tell me how you want it. Soft and gentle or…."

"Rail me!" she shouts, reaching up and over herself, gripping his hair, holding handfuls of goopy, clumpy mess. She blinks, squeezing the mash, but doesn't have time to think about it. He presses her up against the window, and her tits squish against the glass. The cold of the night air stings as a completely different sensation to the heat of the shower courses through her.

That chocolate staff presses itself into her already wanting snatch, spreading her lips apart and filling her with that hard, candy-coated cock. It rubs inside her body, pumping away with the jackhammering precision of the mechanical motion that only a constructed body could provide.

Baker has no stamina and no need to catch his breath. All he has is the magical motivation to give the goblin precisely what she wants, whether that be a place to fulfill herself, decent pay, or the happiest of happy endings to a nice, warm shower.

And it is in that warm shower that her thoughts trail off to, despite the bliss she finds herself in.

"Buh… Boss?"

"Re-mem-ber, call me Bake-er!" he says, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

"Buh-aa-k… her!" she whines.

"Mmm, good, good, good!"

"H-how!?"

"Yes?" Baker asks as white, pink, and brown liquid rolls down her body. Her form slides down along the glass little by little. Has he pulled out? Has he stopped holding on?"

Sensing the lull in the action, she continues her question. "If you're made of chocolate, then… ho-how can you survive in this steamy shower so long?"

"Oh," was his only response.

"Oh?"

Suddenly, his hold breaks off her, and she falls onto the floor on her butt. A lump splats onto her head, mushing down her hair. She spins around, watching with wide eyes as her boss's bright and beautiful eyes slowly dissolve into a blue mass. His arms are lumpy remains that drip and slough, but despite this horrific sight, she still smiles.

"I guess I didn't quite think that through, darling," he admits as his lips plop off and swirl down the drain.

—

The plumber shakes his head as he pulls the drain snake out from the drain, watching as clumps of candy and chocolate cling to the tool. "The hell ya'll doin' over here?" he asks, shaking his head. "Well, that'll do it, I s'pose. Now, it's time to discuss some payment, I reckon.

Baker looks to Geneviève, and Geneviève looks to Baker.

"You may not want to know," admits the chocolate femboy. "Though, about payment, I'm sure we can figure something out…."