Chapter 129: Ashrac

I haven't provided any and maybe that's what this woman is upset about. Interesting. I'll have to think more on it. Without the glasses, she's passably pretty. Maybe if I could see her entire body, she would be a lot more interesting.
Bowls hit the small side table off the kitchen. Eating in this room should be done by servants, which I don't have, so I guess I can lower myself to eating in the kitchen as long as the woman will be here too. Flora, that's her name. She might like it if I called her by her name.
"Flora," I say louder than I intended to. She jumps and turns in my direction. "Does it bother you if I eat like this?" I make a motion with my hands to show her I mean my naked body. Her eyes go straight to my big green appendage that isn't at its most attractive at the moment even with its great size. She keeps staring until I startle her again. "You like it?"
Her eyes snap to mine and her face goes from yellow to red in mere seconds. "It's, um, very nice as far as green penises go." She looks down and back up. "I think..." her voice tappers off.
Makes me wonder how many green cocks she's seen. As the first one I've seen, I'm rather impressed. I take a seat on the leather-covered chair where she placed my bowl. My naked ass doesn't slide and a not-so-nice sound comes from the region where not-so-nice sounds are bound to come from every once in a while. It's my face that goes red this time because it's not the sound it sounded like.
Flora fake coughs and covers her mouth for a moment while she gains control of herself. I ignore her attempt to ignore the sounds my body didn't make as I get comfortable. I'll need to remember that a naked bum on leather is not a good way to impress a lady. My jumbled thoughts have zeroed in on the fact that impressing her with my brain and sex appeal is where I should have started our relationship. I'll try again, but if her lies grow too outrageous, she's going back to Earth's realm and that's final.
She takes the seat across from me and lifts her spoon, giving me a stubborn look when I lift my bowl to pour the contents down my throat. Now she reminds me of my mother, who is forever scolding me over poor manners.
I place the bowl back on the table and pick up the spoon. For once, my laboratory can wait. I glance at Flora and her smile is actually heart-stopping and that's even while she's wearing those goddess-awful glasses. She's beautiful and she's been hiding it. Why?
I mentally review my discussions with the pint-sized battleax from the Otherworld Dating Agency. I made myself perfectly clear, whether she paid attention or not. I have little free time and it's best a mate isn't emotionally involved with me. I wouldn't want her to be bored while I work on the important things in life.
I lift the spoon to my mouth and take the first steaming bite. The food literally melts on my tongue. I look inside my bowl at the potatoes, meat, and other vegetables. By the goddess how can this taste so good? Without giving Flora another glance, I shovel the stew into my mouth as fast as possible. It's that good.
When I finish, I notice her bowl is still almost full. She pushes it my way. "Eat mine, I taste-tested while it was cooking."
Without giving her time to take it back, I grab her bowl and start spooning it into my mouth. If she wasn't watching, I'd have downed it all in one swallow. Delicious.
"Save room for cake," she says as I run my finger around the inside of the bowl and lick my finger clean. Our eyes meet and for the first time I see a gentle look fill her expression. She takes off her glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose.
"Your eyes are beautiful."
She immediately picks up the glasses and puts them back on. "I have a problem with my eyes and the glasses allow me to see."
I'm sure it's an eagle problem, but I'm keeping the knowledge that I know she's an eagle shifter to myself for the moment. "How soon can we have cake?"
This makes her laugh. "You ate all your food like a good boy, so you can have cake anytime. Let me get it out." She fetches two plates and forks and sits one in front of me and one in front of her chair. I haven't had cake since the last time my mother made one and invited me over. I think that was a year ago.
Her back is to me when she lifts the cake from the cabinet and turns. The cake is so big I can't see her face, but what I can see is the color. It's green. A giant green cake. Heat swells in my chest and smoke comes out of my ears.
"You don't like it? I thought you would feel better with a cake that matched your new color." She says this as she rests the cake on the table and I can finally see her twinkling eyes.
Very slowly I rise from my chair. Flora is smart enough to back up.
"Aren't you going to taste it?" she all but squeals as I move around the table and take a step toward her. Her hand comes up and she shakes her head as I stalk closer. "The color is a joke, but I promise it still tastes good."
"You think dying from some horrible disease is a joke?" Of course she does. She had no problem making me think I was dying.
She covers her mouth with the back of her hand to keep from laughing and lowers her upper body to escape when I reach out. She backs up until she's standing with her back to the cabinet. My hands go to either side of her head. Slowly her face lifts and a touch of defiance enters her expression. "I'll throw it out and make another one. A red one this time."
"No. You. Won't." My arms cage her in and it's obvious I make her nervous because she's looking for a way out and there isn't one. When her eyes meet mine, I smile slowly with lots of teeth. Anyone in their right mind would be afraid of this smile.
"Dragonbreath, you don't really want to do this."
Strangle her? Pull all her hair out? Kiss her?
Kissing wins. My hands move to rest on her shoulders and keep her where I need her. My head dips. She nervously licks her lips. My breath hitches when I finally taste her by running my tongue across her lips. She was taste-testing frosting too. So damn sweet. I pull her closer and she sinks into me. Goddess, her taste. Energy zings along my nerves until the energy finds home. Home is my cock and that's how damn good she tastes.