I wish to satisfy my appetites, both for food and for the pleasures of the flesh, at once.

You let your pet go back to eating when Groold leaves the room, releasing your hold around her so she could make herself comfortable and begin to eat again. As you release her, however, you feel a longing within you to touch her again. Perhaps it was because you'd been so close to the scent of a goblin female or been in a room full of the musk of sex and ****, but you felt your desire stirring within you as you looked at your pet. You had satisfied your lust with her earlier today, but that didn't seem to be enough for you right now. Perhaps your lust was boundless, due to the dark magical essence flowing in your veins, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that you felt hunger for your gnome right then and it gnawed at you.

But so too did a more mundane hunger gnaw at you as your stomach rumbled and reminded you that you had not eaten...well, ever. Since you were created, you had not eaten once and now it seemed that the initial reserves of energy within you from the spawning pool were finally running low and your body needed to be given sustenance in the normal way for you to go on. As such, your hunger for your gnome warred with your hunger for the great and varied food and you sat there for a moment, undecided on what to do.

Finally, though, you come to a decision and, with a firm nod, you move to grasp your pet about the waist and she squeals as you lift her from her seat and deposit her onto your lap. Her plush bottom settles pleasantly upon your crotch as you hold her in your lap sideways, her legs hanging down over the side of your legs and chair. She looks at you in surprise as you hold her in your lap, your arms about her waist to keep her from slipping off.

"M-Master?! What are you doing?", she asks, a little nervously and, perhaps, a little excitedly?

"Hungry. Hungry for food. Hungry for Pet. Want both. So have both.", you say as one of your hand moves up her body to grasp and fondle her full, pliant breast, drawing a gasp and then a moan from your pet as you tease at her nipple that quickly begins to perk and harden at your attentions, "I have Pet here. Touch you. Feel you. Taste you. And Pet pick food from table. Feed to Minion."

"M-Minion?", she asks as she looks at you questioningly, "I-is that your name?"

"Is only name I know."

"You know what that word means, don't you?", she asks with a little trepidation.

"Minion knows what word means. It what master calls me. So Minion is Minion.", you say and then you reach down to give her a gentle swat on the ass, causing her to yelp, "Like Pet is Pet. Now, Pet stop talk. Pet's master hungry. Feed."

She can't help but shake her head in something like resigned amusement at your words, though you do not know why. You merely stated what you see as facts. Perhaps she is not used to people speaking plain truths at her? Or perhaps what you see as truth is not truth to her? Truth is, you think, a strangely fluid thing. Changeable. Always different to every individual. It is a fascinating thing to think about, but you decide to push such things aside for later as, right now, you have a very naked, very sexy gnome on your lap who is prepared to feed you from the table as you caress and fondle her to your heart's content.

She decides, first, to pick out a piece of fruit, a peach you think it is called from what your implanted knowledge tells you, and hold it up to you. She seemingly expects you to grab it from her, but, after giving her a long, pointed look, she seems to understand you have something different in mind. Gingerly, she holds the fruit and puts it to your lips and, satisfied with her action, you take a bite. The flesh of the fruit is tender and soft and the sweetness of it fills your mouth and coats your tongue completely in a way that has your eyes widening and your tongue slipping out to lick up the juice that spilled upon your lips and chin eagerly.

"Sweet. Fruit is very sweet, Pet.", you tell her as though informing her of some earth-shattering piece of news, your seriousness in relating the news to her making her giggle.

"Of course it is. It's a peach. Haven't you had a peach before?", she asks you with another amused shake of her head.

"No. Minion not have peach before. Minion not ever eat before now.", you say and that seems to strike her as odd as she gives you a confused and disbelieving look.

"What? What do you mean?", she asks with genuine curiosity.