Inka stood obediently in the kitchen, watching as the beautiful Scat-Princess sauntered over to him with a mischievous grin on her face. Today, it seemed like she had something particularly naughty planned for him. Her eyes roamed over his body, taking note of every inch she could see underneath his small apron. Inka couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation mixed with fear course through his veins.
"You know what, Inka?" the Princess purred softly, her breath lightly brushing against his ear. "I think I need a chair." She turned away from him and began rummaging through one of the cupboards. "Hm, it seems like I don't have one handy at the moment. What do you say, Inka? Would you like to be my chair?" She glanced back at him, her eyes sparkling with mirth.
Inka swallowed hard. This was it. He knew exactly what was coming next. "Y-yes, my Princess," he stuttered out. "I'll be your chair."
The Scat-Princess walked over to him, a wicked smile curling her lips upwards. "Excellent choice," she purred, running her fingers gently down his cheek. "Now, let's get you into position." She guided him over to the table and instructed him to kneel down on the floor, his hands clasped behind his back.
Once Inka was in position, the Scat-Princess walked up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders. She squeezed them gently before pushing him forward, forcing him to lean over the edge of the table. His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for what would come next.
"Now, Inka," the Princess began, her voice taking on a huskier tone. "I want you to open your mouth as wide as you can." She placed a finger against his lips, tracing them gently as he parted them. "That's a good boy."
As Inka's mouth opened wide, he felt something warm and soft press up against his lips. It was the Princess's fingers, coated in freshly prepared food. He didn't know what it was yet, but he knew he was supposed to taste it.
He brought his mouth closed around her fingers, savoring the rich taste of the food she had prepared. It was delicious, but there was something else there too - a hint of sweetness mixed with a musky scent that Inka couldn't quite place.
When the Princess finally pulled her fingers away, she let out a small moan of delight. "Mmm," she hummed. "That was quite tasty, my little Inka. Now then, let's see what else you can do for me."
Inka's heart skipped a beat as he waited for her command. He knew what was coming next, and though he was terrified, he couldn't help but feel a strange warmth spreading through his body at the thought of pleasing his mistress.
As he anxiously waited for her next move, he couldn't help but wonder: just how far would he be willing to go for this beautiful Scat-Princess?
