As the Lamia slithered in closer to inspect it, she saw that each plate not only had a specific dessert on it, but they also had a specific name attached to the plate as well. Each slip depicted a different name of the person intended to eat each sweet. For Miia, her plate had on it a plump-looking éclair bulging with cream and topped in chocolate icing. She wasted no time in getting around to eating it. Though her sense of taste might not have been comparable to a human's, she could certainly enjoy the pastry for what it was. Her long tongue happily licked away the cream that had managed to latch itself onto the corners of her lips and on her cheeks. After all of her moving about today and everything else she had to put up
Centorea "Cerea" Shianus had been in love with her Master, Kimihito, for as long as she could possibly remember at this point. Even though she had had to contend for his affections with multiple other women over and over, again and again, she had never considered on giving up on him. She wanted to do everything that she possibly could to obtain his love. However, it was not until a few months ago that Cerea had come to discover a very interesting fact about Kimihito. A little secret of his that, if she utilized it correctly like she intended, she would not only be able to win his heart, but possibly be able to keep it forever as well. The centaur's whole body was somewhat large and awkward simply because she took up so much space being herself; the lower horse half of her body was the main culprit to this fact. Her breasts were nearly as big as her own head, another aspect of herself that seemed to be considered too big for its own good. However, she'd n
“Indeed; Perhaps his worry was unfounded, but his concern is nevertheless appreciated~” Mero swooned, savoring the succulent flavor of the roasted salmon. “Being able to purchase such stock in bulk must also be of great relief for him. No more after-eve shopping ventures for our host, and I must admit that I dare might become used to such wonderful breakfasts!” she giggled, passing the salt to Papi.
“Speaking of (riiiip) breakfast, shouldn't Cerea be (crunch) back now? ” the jail-bait said as she tore a chunk of meat off her turkey leg with the side of her mouth, splattering caramel skin flakes upon the faces and bosoms of her two roommates. Before Miia could crush the bird's ribcage in her coils, a heaving thud against the side of th