Bacon and Edging on Toast.

Cooking at least was something you could do. You think to yourself, having some experience working in a cafe back on earth. You also welcomed the distraction away from your now captive cock. As you rummage through the cabinet you find it to be enchanted with cooling magic; its contents a modest assortment of meats, cheeses, veggies and a few eggs. Another cabinet bolted to the wall acts as a pantry with a loaf of bread, a handful of spices and a few jars of fruit preserves. It isn’t much but you know you can make something with it.

Taking a pan from the wall you begin to heat it on the stove's only burner. One side of the pan is to be occupied by a few slices of toast while on the other you'll fry up some bacon. You’re proud of your cooking skills and actually find yourself quite eager for the opportunity to impress Mistress, but as you’re adding the toast it hits you for the first time; a soft caress of fingers up the length of your shaft.

You quickly wheel around to witness Lovara absentmindedly playing with your cock as she drives the cart. “Nya! Mistress stop it!” You demand, struggling to maintain a straight face as she expertly works her magic over your manhood.

“Stop what pet? I’m merely playing with my toy. This is what it’s made for after all.” You want to raise your voice in protest but each brush of her fingers upon your little dick makes it harder and harder to maintain your composure. “Now Chessie, don't you have some work you should be attending to?”

“Nyu...” Though you hate it you wouldn’t want to see your mistress angry with you for failing such an easy task, so you return to the little stove to find a piece of toast already slightly burnt. That’ll have to be mine you think as another bolt of pleasure works its way through you.

You struggle to work your way through preparing breakfast, the sounds of clanging dishes and sizzling bacon ever accompanied by your own lewd moans and the soft chuckles from your mistress. Throughout the entire ordeal Lovara never lets up. Constantly switching between the lightest of tugs of your shaft, to the most delicate of twirls of her fingers around the head. Never enough to push you over the edge though she seems quite deft at bringing you just to the brink.

After what seems like an eternity you’ve finally finished your task. Arranged neatly on a plate before you are two slices of toast one smeared with an orange marmalade and another stacked with a leaf of lettuce, two slices of bacon, and a perfectly cooked sunny side up egg. You’d be proud of yourself if it weren’t for the fact that the only thing your mind can think about anymore is cumming. Still you’re determined to get this to your mistress even if your legs are threatening to give out and turn to jelly at any moment.

“M...Mis...Mistress, br...breakfast is mreow!” You struggle to produce any human words as you present your work to her; hoping that even if she won’t let you cum this might still make her let up from your poor little dick.

“Oh my! This is far better than I could have ever hoped for! Now normally i’d want a cup of coffee to go with but seeing the state you’re in I’ll let you off the hook today.” For a moment your heart fills with hope that this would mean relief, but all of that fades away as you watch her continue to play with your cock while eating.

Falling to your knees you cling to her side as you begin to beg. “P...Please Mistress please l...let me cum meow, I...I’ll do anything, a...anything you want just, nya p...please Mistress I...I need to cum.”

Looking into your tear filled eyes Lovara smiles warmly before dipping your cock in her marmalade and simply stating. “You will not cum, Pet.”

The statement alone would be enough to send you into a downward spiral but what follows next utterly breaks you. Mistress brings your cock to her mouth and begins to lick up and down its length before taking it entirely in her mouth and fluttering her tongue over its head. Normally this would have been more than enough to push you over the edge but for some reason no matter how good it feels no climax ever comes to you.

Hours pass and Lovara has long since finished her meal but she has shown no signs of letting up on your poor little dick. In fact it has only gotten worse with you no longer at the stove. She's lost any reason to hold back, and has brought you far past what would normally be the point of orgasm countless times since.

You on the other hand are still clinging to her, now curled up between her legs as you gaze up to her in a state of broken bliss. You lost the ability to form human words hours ago; your begging ended having fully transitioned into mewls and purrs. You’ve been seen by multiple other travelers at this point but your Mistress never seemed to care, and you are far past the point of even being able to notice.

As you feel the loving caress of your Mistress’s hand upon your head you try to focus on her face. “Were almost to Dunwalk my pet, would you like to cum first?” The words almost have no meaning to you but still you find yourself elated at the sound of them and begin nuzzling her thigh expectantly. “Nya!”

“Very well then, cum my pet.” She commanded softly as she positioned your cock in front of your face. The effects were instantaneous as your whole body was overtaken by a wave of pleasure. Your cum shot out in thick ropes covered your face in a facial in a matter of seconds. Each spurt of your dick was more powerful and pleasurable than any single orgasm you’ve ever experienced before.

As the pleasure continues to take over you, you find it harder and harder to stay awake. The intense euphoria and your Mistresses smiling face looking down at you possessively coax you into a post orgasm slumber.