A Simple Matter

I laid back on the bed, Erina slowly sucking away at my cock, plunging it deep into her throat and allowing her lips to plant against my crotch, my hand lazily playing around with her hair, and all the while her god-tongue was playing over my length inside of her, her talent on its own being all it took to keep me hard despite how many times I'd cum since last eating some of Hisako's medicinal cooking.

Having come repeatedly and into a particularly attractive cum receptacle, I was riding high right now, my mind working in overdrive in that perfect mixture of clarity and euphoria that only came after such acts, and slowly it turned towards what had been said at dinner.

"Erina." I called, using one hand looped through her hair to lift her head from my cock momentarily, though she immediately stuck out her tongue to continue to lick and lap away at the precum still bubbling to the tip of my shaft. "Given you are my sex **** now, I should own you and everything that is yours shouldn't I?"

"Not so Mediocr- Master" She corrected herself mid reply, still not properly trained to call me Master instinctively. "We, Hinako and I, are now your sex slaves, and you are free to do anything sexual to me you wish, but I am still the Tenth Seat of the Elite Ten, and owner of my very own faction of subordinates. Just because I s-s-suckle from your p-p-pantry doesn't mean that you just magically own everything I had."

"Ah that is too bad. But there is a way to change that isn't there?" I asked rhetorically, knowing the answer all ready, and shoving Erina's face back down my cock to make sure she knew it too. "A Shokugeki."

Erina's eyes widened, even while her mouth contracted into a vacuum, sucking my semen out with such **** vigour that I had to grab just grab ahold of her head with both hands and brutally throat fuck her until I came, yet another large load of my thick sticky cum spraying straight down her throat to fill her stomach. As I let go of her head, Erina pulled back, coughing lightly, while her fingers went to her own mouth, probing away inside.

"All of that went straight down my throat. I didn't even get to taste any. A whole load wasted!" Erina complained to herself.

"I am the Master here, I do with you what I want. Consider it your punishment for almost forgetting to call me Master. But that doesn't matter now. As I was saying, I could come to own everything you do right now if I beat you in a Shokugeki couldn't I?"

"Yes." Erina responded affirmingly. "But that would mean you would have to beat me, and while your stuff is definitely very delicious, your skills as a chef are deliberately average."

"So you think I can't win then? I suppose I'll just prove you wrong. I challenge you to a Shokugeki."

Erina blinked for a moment, as if she were astounded at my audacity. Before she stood up from the bed and smirked down at me superiorly, as if she were the cat who had caught the canary. "Very well. If you win, you shall have literally everything that is mine transferred over to you. But if I win then you shall not only free me from my position as your sex ****, but you must become a member of my faction. Your job will be to supply me with all of your semen I could ever need. I will give it to my subordinates for their cooking. With such a prime ingredient, Totsuki will be mine in no time. And I'll have you right on tap, the only food my God Tongue will ever need from now on."

Well she certainly had an idea of what she wanted to do and then some. But she was not done there. "And of course, that will mean you're on a quota, I will expect nothing less than a gallon of your best every week. Hinako can help you there."

"Don't you think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself?" I joked sitting up in the bed, my hardened dick still wagging cheerfully in the air. Despite her current naked status, as she ranted, Erina was adopting a pose reminiscent of a Sexy Teacher, her breasts pushed up, one hand going to her brow as if touching at an imaginary pair of specs.

"Oh no. I am the God Tongue. I am undefeated in dozens of Shokugekis, and have been trained since childhood to be the absolute pinnacle of gourmet food. Someone of your average talents could never hope to ever approach my mastery of the kitchen. Why I'll even give you the honour of choosing the theme, it isn't like you'll be able to defeat me no matter what you pick."

"Our own bodily fluids." I responded immediately, all to pleased with how this situation was playing out. Erina was digging her own grave without even realising it.

"Very well then, I will require a pint of your finest special sauce, get pumping some out for me." She responded in stride, perhaps having expected the decision, though she definitely hadn't expected what I said next.

"Oh no. I said our own. Which means I shall be using my semen as part of my dish, while you shall be using your own womanly fluids. We'll have Hisako be the judge. That should make it fair."

"Bu-bubububu" Erina stuttered out, the wind suddenly swept out from underneath her wings leaving her floundering in place.

"We'll be starting in an hour Erina, and you'll need to collect your ingredients before then. And no getting Hisako to help you, she needs to remain impartial." I replied with just the shit eating grin on my face. "If you want my suggestions, you should start jilling now."