Mmmm, APPLE TART! Have Sex with Beavertail's Cook.

"Work it a little harder, girl," Cook tells you. "That's right, there."

You knead the stretchy, resilient dough on the floured board in a corner of House Beavertail's kitchen. You have a head-sized piece of dough while Cook has one as big as a soup kettle or a winter squash. Cook pounds hers flat with big fists, folds it over, and leans her whole weight into the heels of her hands, stretching the great mound of dough.

The work warms you up. When you arrived, damp and faintly chill from the bath, Cook gave you a wrap-around embrace, popped an apron over your head, and put you to work.

As you warm up, your nose starts twitching with Cook's cinnamon-apple scent.

"There, Fay, ease up," Cook says. "Less squeezing with your fists, more pushing and rolling."

As Cook reaches out to correct your hands, you catch a great whiff of cinnamon and apples from under her raised arm. You swallow a mouthful of drool before it leaks out the corners of your lips.

It doesn't take Cook long to tell that you're too distracted to follow her instructions.

"Never mind, Fay," Cook says. "Sit here, I'm almost done. We'll have time while the dough rises."

Cook sits you down on a low stool right behind where she stands to work the dough. Her body moves within her robes as she shifts her weight, leans forward, stands straight, and presses forward again. Her muscular shoulders and buttocks are prominent in your view as you stare at her body at work.

Cook turns the dough into a basket and covers it with a towel. She slaps the flour from her hands. "That's well done," she says, and backs up straight into you. Her broad buttocks, softly fleshed over dense muscle, press into your face. Your nose fills with an overwhelming scent of buttery, toasty tart crust. Your mouth waters and your cunt floods as Cook's bum traps your head into the wall. You moan with as much pleasure as surprise.

"Dear girl, I'm sorry!" Cook exclaims. She turns about and kneels down. "Did I hurt you?"

You give Cook a wide-eyed look, at a loss for words. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth.

"Poor dear Fay," Cook says. "I've kept you waiting too long. Time for my girl to have her treat, just as I promised."

She wraps her arms round you and lifts you bodily from the low stool. Your knees part to put you belly to belly, or apron to apron at any rate. Cook shifts one arm to support your bum as she walks off with you. Your chin rests on Cook's shoulder, and her apple and cinnamon scent is thick with each breath you take. Your spit feeds a spreading patch of damp fabric on the shoulder of Cook's robe. Apple and cinnamon course through your veins like a ****, stirring your pulse to a faster beat.

You moan, part your lips, and bite down on the shoulder of Cook's robes. Another burst of spit overflows your mouth. You chew gently, almost suckling on the wet fabric, holding yourself back from the impulse to bite! chew! swallow!

"That's right, girl," Cook says, patting you on the back. "Don't worry, don't worry, Fay, sweet. You'll have your treat."

You bury your face in the hollow of Cook's brawny neck, licking her cinnamon skin, savoring her apple sweat, chewing on the shoulder of her robe and her apron. You have the fleeting fear that if Cook takes you to the hideaway, you could be mobbed by the hungry thought-forms that you and Tess faced. But Cook shifts her weight, grinding your nose into her shoulder and pressing her forearm into your swollen, leaking puss, and all thought flees.

⚃⚄ + 0 = 9.

On a 7-9, choose one from WHEN YOU HAVE SEX and apply your House Sex Move, Stamina, as appropriate.

• You and Cook have a pretty good time. Go again!
• Describe a conspicuous magical ripple effect over the area. Gain +1 XP. Next: Roll +AMBITION(+2) to GET OUT OF TROUBLE.
• Magical backfire! Gain +1 XP and describe a scene where you and Cook suffer the effects of accidentally triggered spells.
• Hostile forces are drawn to the blazing psychic impulse of sexual climax. Gain +1 XP and describe the threat. Next: Roll +BRAVERY(-1) to GET OUT OF DANGER.
• You and Cook have a rocking good time to mutual exhaustion. Gain +1 XP. Take a CONSEQUENCE and go again, or use Stamina to avoid a CONSEQUENCE.

You have Ambition +2, Bravery -1, Cunning +2, Diligence +0, and 3 XP.
Your FRIEND is Morgan Woodbine, bedmate, true love, soppy romantic, and occasional sex toy to the venomous Miss Wormwood.