Paul poured a juicy mixture of herbs and spices into several tal trays. This taste removed the strong taste and brought a pleasant scent that filled the cave.
"The at slls so good. Look at the texture. I haven't seen such an amazing balance of fat and at!"
Paul wore an apron and a small white hat. His eyes almost shone while he used a tool to distribute the mixture. It seed he enjoyed cooking far more than Ryuji realised, using several runes stored with cooking oils and different ingredients.
"It slls a touch sweet, like honey,"
Erika looked at her tray with a smile. Paul seasoned each person's tray slightly differently according to his choices. If he could cook this well, he seed to be quite an aweso husband.
Ryuji and the male's food seed more salty, with a slightly spicy kick. Erika's scent was more refined and sweet, similar to Sheila's and Alicia's. While Yumiko's slt thick, with few seasonings and more at, with thick cuts of fat sizzling away.
"Yay~ at, such fine at~ I want more at." Yumiko sat beside Ryuji, her tail swishing across his hand.
"Are you really okay with just salt for seasoning, Yumi?"
Ryuji liked his try because of how deep the flavour slt. A flavour close to adding a light soy and teriyaki-style marinade.
"Sorry. I think it's because we have different tastes. Would you like to try so of my at, too?"
"Ryuji, it's because beastkin have sensitive senses, including their taste. If they eat, it usually uses fewer ingredients due to them tasting the at in a way we can't."
'Paul's face seems a little annoying when he cooks.'
When Paul explained what to do, Ryuji was a little irritated. However, the at was tasty, so he let it pass. Paul's love for cooking surpassed his love for magic. That is how far Ryuji interpreted Paul's motives.
"Paul, enough with the aggressive chef appeal! Hurry and serve the at!" Simon called out, holding a small mug of beer. He already seed quite intoxicated.
"Simon, please have so patience. Our al is not yet done. Why don't you start with an appetiser while I cook."
Paul looked at Simon with a calm face. There was no hint of irritation as he turned back to cooking the at. It felt like this exchange was sothing the pair did often because a sudden plate of poached fruits appeared in front of everyone except Yumiko. Her at looked a little red, but Paul piled it onto a plate, with his ladle spooning gravy atop the at.
"Enjoy, Miss Yumiko."
Paul was acting like a master chef, a side that Ryuji had never seen before. Erika looked on with a smile while eating her fruit. The ripe and succulent flavours filled Ryuji's mouth with a hint of sweetness from the apples and a tart, sour taste from the pears. Paul even made a refreshing juice from peach and mangos mixed with iced water.
The party shared a small feast of wine, fruits, and at. As the atmosphere cald, Paul and Simon began sharing tales from their youth.
"Yumiko, I can't believe you're lovers with Ryuji." A drunk Alicia sat beside the fox, poking her cheek while drunk, her lips curled into an exaggerated smile.
"Eh? lovers?" Yumiko's face had a frozen look on it, her mouth full of the sweat ad, while slapping the dirt with her tail.
"Huh? You're not together? I thought you were because you sll so strongly of his scent."
"Together..." Yumiko's cheeks turned a deep crimson colour. She clumsily tried to drink the ad, almost spilling it down her clothes.
"Yumiko, has Ryuji not marked you yet?"
Alicia looked at Ryuji with a sticky gaze, her eyes narrow and filled with lust. It seed the rest of the party spread out inside the vast cave, leaving only Ryuji, Yumiko, and Alicia at the entrance.
"Mark?"
"Alicia, please don't talk about such things!"
Erika shouted at the drunk woman. Her cheeks were red, but she still sounded as calm and elegant as usual. She ca from the room on the left, which would be for Ryuji, her and Yumiko because of their status and differences. Alicia looked at Erika with a wide smile.
"What? I am only asking."
"Mhhm~" Yumiko chewed through another piece of cold at, her fork tearing into the dark flesh. "He marked ~ hehe marked lots."
'What the hell is she saying!' Ryuji thought to himself. He didn't think it was the biggest thing, but discussing it openly seed a little weird to him.
"Marking is proof of a Master's dominance. The beastkin uses it to show who belongs to who."
Yumiko added while gulping down her ad. Her bright red face and tail wrapped around Ryuji's arm, squeezing him, making it seem she actually cared about the topic.
"Oooh~ how was it?"
Alicia leaned closer, her eyes barely open as they curled upwards into a crescent shape. Her breath was warm, with a thick scent of wine and spices.
"Secret." Yumiko grinned a little. She used her fork to hold a sizeable chunk of at, chewing and eating it without paying attention to the food in her mouth.
"Eh? Tell ! I want to know what Ryuji does in bed."
Alicia's face beca serious. She seed determined to figure out what Ryuji's habits were when engaging in bedroom activities. Ryuji thought he should go to sleep while a hand stretched out from the darkness. The next mont, Sheila's smiling face, which was definitely not a smile, appeared.
"Alicia~ it's ti to sleep. Please leave them alone now."
Sheila's words were calm and gentle, but the hand grabbing Alicia's neck told a different story. She used brute strength to drag the half-drunk girl, whose eyes remained in a state of half-sleep and then threw her back into the back cave where the others were.
"Sorry about that, Ryuji, Yumiko." Sheila appeared in front of them with a soft smile. She sat down on a stool beside them and started eating the leftover fruit.
"I have a feeling the drink is going to beco a problem."
Ryuji sighed as he poured himself a cup of tea and Yumiko another mug of ad. Yumiko nodded her head rapidly. Her tail swished across the floor in front of Ryuji, rubbing against his feet as it tried to wrap around his leg.
"Hiccup~ Hiccup~"
"It seems Ryuji and Yumiko will be quite tired in the morning," Sheila joked before leaving, swaying her hips while Ryuji watched her leave. "Goodnight, Ryuji~ have a nice evening."
An hour later, the flas crackled—Simon and Paul sat outside for guard duty, though there was a magic ward. The knights were old-fashioned and still wanted to have soone watching. Ryuji sat against the wall inside the cave with his eyes closed. He was pretending to be asleep.
While he rested, Yumiko, who had not stopped drinking for at least the past hour, appeared in front of Ryuji. She stumbled forward and fell against his chest.
"Shorry," Yumiko whispered.
Her hands slipped across his thin tunic, slipping under his top as her ears tickled his face. They emitted a faint fragrance alluring to his nose. The touch of her fur against his face caused him to stir a little.
"Shorry, are you slee'ing?" Yumiko mumbled as her voice faded in and out. Her breathing slowed and increased, growing deeper as she unfastened his tunic's buttons with unsteady hands.
"I need your mark~" Yumiko rubbed her face against his chest. The soft sensation of her smooth cheeks and soft ears across his bare skin sent chills down his spine.
"Do it~ I'm yours... master~" Yumiko's body pulled his open shirt down, exposing his skin as she began licking his neck.
Her tongue was soft and wet as it glided across his bare skin. Her teeth sank into his shoulder, nipping at his flesh. Her hand grasped his, pushing it against her warm, squishy breasts.
"Mark , Ryuji, make yours forever."
Yumiko's bright blue eyes seed to glow as they gazed into his face. Her beautiful face's fiery gaze beca hypnotic as he peeked from narrow eyes. He could feel his heart racing, his body tensing up as he continued to fight the urge to do anything.
"Please~ Ryuji, my mate, my love. Let's have sex."
Yumiko's sweet whispers grew into an emotional cry. Her tail stroked his groin. She continued to whisper to him with an expression filled with longing and desire. Ryuji, who had finally resisted enough, Yumiko flipped his switch.
He grasped her shoulders and pushed her down with a thud, her eyes opening wide as he pulled off her loose clothes. The distant moonlight only lightning their cheeks and faces.
"I'll mark you until you beg to stop."
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