a sweet breakfast

You wake up with Noir splayed on top of you, wings like a blanket. You smile and stroke her hair, her body faintly fidgeting as she snuggled up tighter against you. You gently play with her like this, seeing her smile in her sleep but not really waking up. You’d love to sit and be the first thing she sees when she wakes up, but nature calls and you take great care in moving her to a pillow rather than your chest so that she doesn’t wake.

While you’re upstairs, your stomach complains next. If only your wang was the only part of you giving orders, things would be so much simpler. You go to the stove to start up some bacon and eggs. Not sure what Noir might want when she wakes up, you put some pancakes on another burner.

“Master…?” You recognize Noir’s softened voice from the basement doorway, but she barely has the door cracked. You realize the problem, going and rolling down the shades. “Come on up,” you say. “You’re clear. How you feeling, lover?”
“Hungry,” she groans, clearly not a real morning person as she stumbles up the stairs. Still, she smiles at you and kisses you firmly. “You gave me such a workout last night, I feel like I could drink a cow.”
“You mean… oh. I get it,” you say, and she chuckles sweetly at you. She sniffs at the air curiously, then turns in surprise towards the stove. “Oh, master, no!” she gasps.
“What?” you say, turning quickly towards the kitchen. “Something burning?!”
“You shouldn’t be doing that,” she insists, running towards the stove. “Allow me!”

You realize what she’s doing and touch her shoulder gently. “Look, Noir, I don’t know what exactly they taught you at your home, but you don’t have to do that sort of thing here.” You kiss her nose, getting a bit of blush to show between her fur as her ears wiggle cutely. “I love you, I don’t want to own you.”
Noir looks at you, wide-eyed for a moment before tears well up in her eyes. She lunges into your arms, swinging her arms and wings around you as she hugs you tightly, whimpering as she weeps openly on your shoulder. You stay quiet and put your arms around her, holding her silently as she sobs into you.
“Thank you,” she finally whispers. “Thank you so much. You have no idea…”
“It’s okay,” you say softly. You stroke her head hair, right around her white tuft where she seems have enjoyed it so much before. Her breathing steadies a bit as you do. “And it’s nothing. Alright? You deserve this kind of life.”
“Thank you,” she repeats, but nods, kissing at your neck gently. “You… you’re my savior…”
“Master’s fine,” you assure her. “Just sit and get that belly ready to be fed.”