As I gazed upon Nadja Azagthoth, my mistress's voluptuous frame towered above me like a colossus. Her full round cheeks glistened in the soft light, rolling gently with each step she took closer to her throne. The anticipation was palpable; I could feel my stomach grumbling at the thought of being her next meal.
The pervasive scent of her presence enveloped me, a tantalizing mix of sweat and vanilla that made it difficult to breathe. Yet despite the overwhelming aroma, there was an underlying sweetness that resonated deep within me. It was the scent of submission, of knowing that I was completely at her mercy - and I loved every moment of it.
Without warning, my mistress reached out a meaty hand and roughly grasped my chin, pulling my head up towards her. Her eyes were like burning coals; they bored into my soul, demanding my complete attention.
"Open your mouth," she growled, her voice low and threatening. I complied instantly, willingly parting my lips to reveal the inside of my mouth. The tenderness and vulnerability of the moment were not lost on me; I was completely exposed to her.
"Taste this," she commanded, and then her hand descended upon me. I closed my eyes as I felt the warm, sticky mess of her latest meal make its way into my mouth. It was a strange sensation, reminiscent of childhood, when our parents would force-feed us their leftovers. But this was different. This was Eros, the goddess of love and fertility, feeding me her own flesh. And I loved it.
With each bite, I could feel myself becoming more and more connected to her. The taste of her food was indescribable, a wonderful blend of meats and vegetables that seemed to melt in my mouth. As I swallowed her meal, I felt my stomach growl in appreciation, yearning for more of her succulent flesh.
Time seemed to stand still as I basked in the intimacy of the moment. It was a tangible reminder that I was not alone, that there was someone who cared for me despite my faults and weaknesses. And in that moment, I realized that I would do anything for her, even if it meant being her plaything forever.
As she finally removed what remained of her meal from my mouth, I waited expectantly for her next command. Would she order me to clean her plate? Or perhaps she had other ideas entirely. The anticipation was exhilarating, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Whatever she had planned, I knew one thing for sure: I would be there, ready and willing, to serve my mistress.
