With the Full moon hovering over Pendragon, I arrived in a dark room. The only source of light being the cold metal table in the center of the room.
Isaella Asterion was a six hundred-year-old woman with an unknown level of cultivation but was said to be as strong or stronger than the King of Asterion.
Laying the headless corpse of Isaella upon my table, I drew a long blade before gently severing her thigh. It was to be the main part of my dish upon this magical night. I had not known how long Isaella Asterion laid dead upon my bed, but her blood had not run dry.
With a smile, I watched as blood drained from her severed leg. " Oops, such a noobish mistake. I forgot to drain the blood." I said with an apologetic smile, "Forgive me, Isaella, it's been so long, and I have grown rather rusty."
Collecting her blood in an elegant bucket, I nodded with accomplishment at the glimmering red sauce. With her being at Heavenly rank or higher, I was in for a massive surprise. Removing her Kidney, Lungs, Heart, and bones. I quickly began tossing her colon and various unedible parts away.
"I am sure Mother and Father would love this, but I guess only Yura will be dining with me tonight, assuming she is awake," I whispered, thinking about the adorable smile I long for.
Holding Isaella thigh, I slowly skinned it leaving just the right amount of fat while keeping the rest of the skin off the side. It would be used as bacon bits later to sprinkle over my roast. That crunch was going to be magical.
Cleaning the various organs of Isaella, I beamed as I looked at the various parts of the former Queen before me. My table was clean and well organized, not allowing a drop of blood to go to waste.
"Shall we begin, my queen,"
Humming a song from a long-lost anime, I began thoroughly seasoning Isaella. I will not allow my first meal or woman to have an uneven season part. Gathering Dragon Salt, Duval Peppers, Cinnamon, Raven Mushrooms, Avona Apples, Soul water, and various other expensive spices, I began thoroughly seasoning Isaella organs before storing them away. Tonight's meal was going to be roast of the highest order. Although I would rather wait a few days for the seasonings to dig deeper in, unfortunately, I was far too impatient to wait.
Butterflying Isaella thick juicy thigh, I glimmered with delight at the tenderness. They say pork is the closest thing to human flesh, but those people are idiots. Nothing can be compared to the flesh of man.
Seasoning with my leftover spices, I licked my lips as I began massaging Isaella. Maybe it was just me, but I could vaguely hear her moans as I spent over thirty min rubbing my seasonings in.
Chuckling at my idiotic imagination, I tightened Isaella thigh with some special cooking string that could protect my food from overcooking and dissipate after my dish was complete. Only to slap my head for forgetting the stuffing, which consisted of mushrooms, Golden Potato, Scallions, and various other vegetables.
Packing up Isaella's thigh, I grabbed her femur before leaving my butchering room with a joyful smile before heading to my home. My operating room was not for cooking but rather for preparing my meat.
With Yura, Inviting everyone under the heavens to live with me, I was forced to improvise. Smirking, I stepped into my kitchen, releasing everyone from work as I laid out Isaella on the table.
Splitting her Femur down the middle before preparing to season it for its bone marrow. A delicacy that was comparable to an orgasm.
Time began to slip before I felt a deep set of amethyst eyes staring at me curiously. There was both joy and something else I couldn't make out present, but it didn't matter as I placed Isaella thigh into the oven to cook. The bone marrow would be added in later.
"Can you wait a few hours?" I softly inquired with a grin, turning to gaze into her cat-like pupils? When did that happen? They looked so enchanting I felt my soul tremble.
"What are you making?" questioned Yura as she drew closer, taking a whiff off of me.
Flicking her naughty head, I chuckled, "Help me prepare the table." I said as I drew a dusty bottle from my cabinet.
There was an ancient aura surrounding this bottle as it read, "Arevion De La Ray," A bottle I had bought for a few million created by someone unknown master from a lost time.
Within a few minutes, a heavenly sent began to radiate out of my kitchen, bringing tears to my eyes. Yura could be seen drooling as she stared at me with astonishment, "What is that?" She asked with a poor whimper.
"Something I prepared for a special occasion. It was originally meant for when I killed Dra, but surviving Drar'ethiul's Realm seemed more prominent. Would you not agree?" I asked as Yura laid down some candles and two plates. Her eyes studying me up and down, looking for something.
"Are you Ok?" I asked; ever since I saw Yura today, there was an odd gleam within her eyes as she would stare at me with apprehension. Unfortunately, such thoughts quickly faded away as the heavenly scent of my roast slowly began to fill the air. Drooling pooled from my mouth as I opened the oven basting Isaella within her own juices. She was far more wet now than she was that night...I'm such a dick.
Gulping in anticipation as the deep rich oil could be seen slipping from my roast, I felt Yura grip my shoulder, "Can we eat it now?" She asked with a heavy fever.
"Nope, it needs a few more hours...Can you hand me the bones there?" I inquired as Yura nodded, watching as I placed Isaella bones within the oven.
Sitting across from Yura, I slowly started making a conversation with the young girl that I had started taking a liking to, getting up to baste my roast every twenty minutes. It was not long before the sounds of Yura and My stomach radiated out with vigor.
Licking my lips, I took Isaella out of the oven, placing her in the center of our table. With a heavy gaze at the dark brown crust that formed around Isaella, I turned to Yura. Her amethyst eyes were glimmering like stars as she took in the scent of the goddess we were about to feast upon.
Taking a deep gulp, I placed half a bone before Yura being sure to dribble some sauce all over the bone before carving into Isaella. The outside had created a perfect crust, but as I drew a slice for Yura, I could gaze at the perfectly pink meat within, dripping with juices.
Making sure she had some of the fillings, I cut a portion for myself before opening the wine. WIth a whiff, I smiled before pouring a deep colorful wine. A profound aura could be felt as its color would alternate between Red and White. Sometimes blending with each other as light from the moon glimmered over it.
Yura had not started but rather stared at me. With a rather predatory gleam, I was all but familiar with, but for some reason, I could not recall. Raising my glass, I waited as she raised her glass to mine.
"To our First"
"To our First"
With a clink of our glasses, I took a sip as a mellow sweet yet; rich flavor exploded from within my mouth, running down my throat with grace. A slight moan suddenly sounded as I turned to Yura who face was bright as an apple. A wicked yet bewitching expression could be seen as she turned towards me, smiling with glee.
With a gulp, I closed my eyes before digging into a piece of bone marrow. With the texture of mashed potato, I smiled, gently placing it on top of a slice of Isaella. With one final whiff of an ex-lover, I bit down.
BOOOM!!!!!!!!
My mind suddenly felt like it exploded as tears fell from both Yura and My eyes. No words were spoken, yet as the divine meat entered my mouth, I quivered. With each bite, juices after juices exploded, allowing me to experience every single spice I used. The seasoning was on point, and the texture was so unique, so soft I felt I was melting inside. It was then I truly understood that God himself had blessed me his hands... I may be the second coming because this shit is fire.
It may have been unintentional, but the dragon was quickly awakened as I stared lustfully at Yura. Her breathing was all but uneven as we stared each other down like animals.
Our eyes never left each other as we kept devouring Isaella until all that remained was an empty plate, nothing was wasted as even bits, and pieces of the bone were consumed. Yet, as I devoured more, the attraction toward this woman before me kept growing. My mind had slowly begun to slip as I clenched the table. My dragon trying to rip through my pants.
"~Yura~," I said with a feral growl filled with untamed lust.
"~Arsene~" She replied, her tone equal to mine.
Rising from my table, I drew closer towards Yura, gripping her waist as I felt her passionate breath against my chest. Her nipples were already hard-pressed against my chest as my hands trailed towards her seductive, plummed ass, allowing me to clench them firmly. Like marshmallows or maybe jello, I felt my cock find its way between her garden, trying to push past my clothing to reach Valhalla.
An alluring moan sounded as Yura gazed up towards me, her waterly cat-like amethyst eyes glimmering with desire. "~Arsene~" she whispered, sending my heart into a wild trance. Our breath inches from each other, as we could feel our partner's heavy breath. I could feel her awaiting me, I could sense the apprehension, the longing, the lust. She was Mine, and I would be hers from now on...My Yura
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?"