Don't ask Namari anything

You shake your head, and don't really feel like talking anymore. Namari honors your silence, and continues washing you. Once she finishes, she quickly dries you off and hands you a new maids outfit.

"Report to the kitchen, and fetch the Master's meal, Ronama."

You bow your head and reply, "Yes, Mistress."

Namari points you to the kitchen, and you go in. Seeing a chef, you assume what he's cooking is for the Master, and ask, "Excuse me, I'm here for the Master's food."

"Ah, good timing. She's just reached perfect ripeness, and is ready for the Master."

"Um... she?" you ask.

"Oh, they didn't tell you?" the chef asks as he leads you to a set of doors. "The Master prefers live meat."

The chef opens the door, and you see, chained to the wall, a beautiful, red skinned woman. She has horns on her forehead, cat-like ears, and long pitch black hair. She's very curvaceous, and could bring any man to their knees with a single word. She has a ball gag in her mouth, her pussy juices are running down her legs, and her skin glistens with nervous sweat.

"What in the hells is going on here?" you bellow.

The chef pats your shoulder, and laughs. "Don't worry. She's a demon, who offered herself to the Master, after he ate her once before."

"What? He ate her already?"

"Of course." he says, "Demon's are immortal. If you kill them, they'll just be reincarnated. You simply need their birth shrine, and she gave it to us, so that she can be eaten over and over again. She's a never-ending food supply for the Master."

"But... why would she want to be eaten in the first place?"

The chef chuckles as he unhooks the chains from the demon woman. "She's a masochist. She gets off on being eaten."

"How often does he eat her?" you ask.

"Once every two weeks. More than enough for any dragon, but it was one of the conditions she had when she handed him her birth shrine."

"I... I see."