Cheryl

Cheryl was there at the door out of breath. She held a blank recipe cookbook ready for his use. He quickly took it out of her hands and double-checked it. Condiment Wizard was very happy with what she had gotten him, as the blank recipe was of good quality as far as he could tell and had plenty of pages for him to use. He looked to Cheryl and thanked her.

She was clearly happy with the thanks, but the way she breathed heavily clued him into the fact she wanted more than thanks and she wasn't entirely out of breath from running around. "Come on, I'll give you a reward." He said as he walked over towards the table he had set up so he could put a book on it. The dryads watched Cheryl for any sudden movements, ready to intervene in a second if it was necessary.

The plant life around him moved to leave him a clear path. Once he was at the table, he ordered Cheryl under it. She understood what her reward was and got his cock out. She licked up his and kissed down his cock, making love to his cock with her mouth. "Good, it seems you understand how to properly appreciate your reward." The condiment wizard said he was trying his best to sound arrogant and unconcerned despite the pleasure she was giving him.

He opened his book and saw an immediate problem: he had nothing to write with. He thought on it and realized it was a magic book, so why not magic ink? He began writing the first big spell he had pulled off in Ketchup and Mustard, writing about how his Mustard and Ketchup cloud spell worked and how well it performed. It took up two pages but was a great start to a magical recipe book.

It wasn't easy to write, though, as Cheryl's devotion to his cock was forcing him to stop and grip the table to concentrate. Then she would stop for a few seconds to breathe properly, and he would write a bit more, and then she would attack his cock with her mouth and tongue once more. Which caused writing the single magical recipe to take much longer than it should have.

Eventually, though, he began writing about the fishman army. How they came to be and the different forms they took. It was at this moment that Cheryl decided to go further and pulled out her breast. So Condiment Wizard stopped once again as she worked his cock with her tits and used her tongue on his tip. The stimulation was too much, and with a groan, he was desperately trying to smother his cum, covering her face in his cum.

He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, as Cheryl gently put his cock away and got out from under the table. Her face covered in his cum, she spoke. "Thank you, Master, for the reward," she said, a happy, lustful purr in her voice. She walked to the front door, a sway in her hips as usual for his benefit. As she took her position at the door, the Condiment wizard had thought.

I wonder how many would think this was a brothel and not a dark wizard's lab because his guard has her face covered in cum. He thought on that a moment, then shook his head, refocusing on what he was supposed to be doing, and began writing about the plant magic sauerkraut was capable of. Though as he wrote, he realized he needed to analyze the effects of other condiments on the plant life.

That train of thought led to another, and he remembered that he had created a sea monster with a combination of tartar sauce, ketchup, and mustard. Though he would have to check what percentage of the different condiments created what. Such as, would he get a tougher monster by using more ketchup in that combination or just a sea monster that was more aggressive?

All these thoughts made him realize an even greater truth. There was a lot he could do with his condiment magic, and he would probably need a couple more recipe books to get it all down. That would be a grand day for him as he would have solid proof of his status as Gotham's grandest wizard when he pulled out several cookbooks filled with his spells. Though for now he had other things to focus on. The Condiment wizard turned towards the dryads, realizing he had done testing to do.