Time to eat.

Though you didn’t really eat anything since you arrived, you are actually in pretty good shape, hunger wise, which leaves you a bit baffled as to why you are not starving. Clarissa skinned and was cooking up a rabbit along with various forest roots and some herbs. The smell was amazing as she cooked. She wore an apron that covered her breasts and front, and really not much of anything else.

You smiled to yourself as you watched her ass swing from side to side as she hummed to herself, her wings swaying together also from side to side in time with he ass. She was actually very graceful, very firm and her thighs were also amazing to watch. You suddenly realize, the whole bat like wings were kind of lovely to look at. Here flowing hair, her voice, the chipper tone as she hummed to herself.

Your heart is beating a bit faster as you watch her and are mesmerized by her swaying to her own tune.

How was it you wanted to take her life yesterday you didn’t know. The thought and fear of creatures that were not human is apparently not completely founded. Though hobgoblins have a long history of ****, this is something entirely different. The forest fauns though you have heard of them, you never seen one. Very cute, and very likable. Had you not met Clarissa though your first inclination would be to attack. Though you probably couldn’t find yourself to strike down a lone female that offered no resistance like Dew. You tell your self you would like to think you would not have killed her had you met her before knowing Clarissa.

She serves up a huge plate of cooked Rabbit and vegetables.

It smells amazing and she takes off the apron and sits across from you and watches you as you eat. “Wow, this is amazing” You manage to say clearly with a mouth full. The flavor of it all is great with the herbs she uses, and you detect a bit of garlic in it as well. Garlic is very rare, expensive, but you have had it before. “Is this garlic?” She nods. As she smiles.

The more you eat the more your body tells you it was actually starving. It didn’t take long to completely clean the plate. She serves up another plate full which pretty much wipes out everything she cooked up.

You glance at her and wonder why she isn’t eating. “Aren’t you having some?”

She shakes her head no “you’re all I need. I only eat food when I have no energy to draw, you my love are my sustenance, for my heart, for my body, and for my soul.”

She seems to get pleasure from watching you eat, “eat until your full my love, it’s good for you.”

It didn’t take long to finish everything up. She gives you a glass of clear water. You marvel at how clean the water is, the water at the farm isn’t as clear, even though the river is as clean a river as any you know.

It twists clean and pure. “Good water” she nods, “I know. It comes from a deep well I have in the basement.”

She talks about a hand pump that she has and nickel pipe that draws it. You are not sure of the words she uses but you seem to feel so warm and safe, so relaxed, mesmerized by her words, her lovely tone, her shape and her wings. You feel aroused and happy.

She seems to pick up on this instantly and says, “oh my love, time to take care of that need of yours I see.”

She clears the table, then leads you back into the bedroom.