I am willing to feed her mind with knowledge as long as she continues to feed my more physical needs.

You contemplate for a moment whether to answer your pet's question or not. Honestly, she was a pet, your ****, when it came down to it and you owed her no explanations. She was yours to do with what you would and, if you wished, you could probably just **** her to be silent and continue to feed you until you wished to take her, thanks to the magic of the collar she wore. It would be a simple matter...but, truth be told, you felt an affection for your pet, just as you supposed any master felt for the pet they cared for. So perhaps it would do no harm to spoil her a bit and give her what she wanted...if she gave you what you wanted.

So you think for a moment and then give her another one of your toothy smiles as you reach out for another piece of fruit, an orange you believe it is called, and hand it to her. "Pet wishes answers. Pet's master wishes be fed. Pet feed Minion's belly. Minion feed Pet's curious mind.", you say and then add, with a rock of your hips that presses your already prominent bulge against your pet's plush bottom, "After feed belly, Pet feed other hunger Minion feels. Yes?"

You ask her that as though she had a real choice in the matter, but you both know she really doesn't. Still, she seems to appreciate the illusion of choice being given to her as she smiles to you and, after a moment, gives you a nod as she grinds her round rear into you with a giggle. "If that's what my master wishes, I suppose I'll go along with it.", she says as she begins to peel the orange and you watch her with some fascination, "Now, what did you mean when you said haven't eaten ever before? Do all of the Dark One's servants not have to eat?"

She offers the question at the same time she offers you a piece of the orange she has torn off from the rest, dipping the piece of fruit into your mouth and letting her fingers be lapped by your tongue for a moment before releasing the morsel into your mouth. You chew upon the piece of fruit, finding the juicy fruit's tangy flavor rather tasty in its own way. You chew and swallow and gesture for another piece, eating it before you finally answer your pet's question.

"No. Master's servants mortal. Must eat. Even Minion. But Minion not have chance eat before now.", you tell her and she pops another piece of orange into your mouth as she ponders this.

"But...that's impossible. You would have starved to **** before now, if that was the case.", she said and, though it wasn't a question, you decided to offer some insight on her present confusion.

"Was no before now for Minion. Minion only created day before this.", you tell her and she looks at you with wide eyes and open mouth, seemingly stunned into stillness and silence until you give her a light swat on her ass that surprises her into animation once more as she continues to feed you the rest of the orange.

"O-only yesterday? You mean you were literally born yesterday?! But you're...you're all full grown!", she says and, feeling the bulge of your cock pressing into her ass, she adds, with a somewhat shaky grin, "More than full grown in some places."

"Minion not born. Minion created. Master made Minion from magic. Minion is more than other servants. More than other goblins. Minion better. Stronger. Pet see this herself.", you tell her, obviously reminding her of how you had bested her just the previous day.

"I-I suppose I did.". she says and rubs at the back of her head where you had struck her the previous day, probably still feeling an ache at that, but not saying anything about it as she reaches back to the table to tear a piece of bread from a loaf and dip it in a golden sticky fluid in a bowl that your mind tells you is honey, "So...not all of the Dark One's servants are made like you?"

"No. They mortal. Born from mating. Minion special. That why Minion bigger and stronger.", you say as she takes the honey dipped bread and brings it to your lips so you can take a bite.

"And probably why your skin and eyes look like they do too...", she adds thoughtfully, looking as though she's mulling the information you've given her over in her mind.

You, however, are more interested in the sweetness on your tongue as you chew the honey drenched bread in your mouth and savor the rich sweetness of it. You quite like the taste of honey, you find. And, as you finish chewing, you think that that sweetness could be used to enhance another flavor you quite like. As your pet takes the piece of bread from your lips and starts to move to dip it again in the bowl of honey, you think that you might want to put it to the test right this second.

"Hold, Pet.", you tell her and she stops and looks at you curiously as you reach out for the bowl of honey and take it in your hand, "Bread and honey good, but Minion think honey taste better elsewhere."

"What do you mean elsewh-oh!", she starts to ask, but is interrupted as you tip the bowl to drizzle a bit of the sticky golden substance upon her ample breasts, the thick fluid dripping over the slope of her generous bosom and coating her skin and erect nipples.

"This what minion means.", you say as you lean down and let your long, thick tongue slip out to lap over her breasts, cleaning the sweet substance from the upper slopes of her until her skin is shimmering with your saliva rather than the honey. She gives soft sounds of pleasure as you taste her honey-sweetened skin and, when your lips find her rigid nipple and begin to suck insistently upon the honey coated peak, the soft sounds become louder moans.

"Ah! Master, that's...good.", she moans softly, apparently having completely decided that, if she were going to be a pet, she might as well enjoy the treatment her master would give her where she could, "Please, Master, more..."