7DS: For Blind Date To Lunch For Lust: Part 2

Featuring: Lust ( https://toyhou.se/14037855.lust )

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Lust walks away from you, and you sit up, taking a good look around.  Currently you’re in some kind of small kitchen, set on the island in the middle of the room.  You realize that there’s something cold underneath you, so you look down–only to find that you’re currently lying on a large, silver platter!  Your face turns red with embarrassment and delight as you see this–you’ve truly become a main course. . .

“Looks like you’re getting excited,” your captor notices, giving you a smile.  “I’m glad I can finally give you what your heart truly wants.  Now, let’s make you into an even more delicious meal, shall we?”

She sits at a stool next to the island, right next to your head.  That’s when you notice she’s holding what appears to be a basting brush, and two bowls of some kind of sweet-smelling sauce.  One bowl has thick, brown liquid; the other is a yellower, more translucent concoction.  “Just lie back and hold still,” the predator tells you.  “I’m going to make you the perfect treat.”

You obey her, and Lust gets to work, dipping the brush in the brown liquid and gently bringing it onto your body, stroke by stroke.  She starts at your feet and works her way up, covering you in more and more sauce.  “If you’d like,” she adds, “you can ask me a question or two while I complete the preparations.  Though I can’t promise an answer to all of them, I’m happy to indulge you where I can.”

“Ok,” you agree.  After thinking for a minute, you ask her, “So, you’re the Avatar of Lust?  Are you, uh, human?”

“Not quite,” your kidnapper replies.  As she speaks, she spreads sauce up your midsection.  “I was once a mortal like any other, but I transcended and became Lust during my existence.  Now I live as an immortal demon, spreading my influence across the hearts of mortals, and fulfilling duties in hell when needed.”

“So heaven and hell are real?” you ask.

“Naturally,” Lust replies with a chuckle.  She is finishing your chest.  “There are other planes too, of course.  But those are the largest ones that are of concern to your mortals–and besides, even if I did discuss the others, I’m not sure if you could comprehend them.”

“Try me,” you retort.

The demoness shakes her head, bringing sauce onto your neck and face.  “It’s not quite my place to give details about them anyway.

“I think that does it,” she declares, finishing the sauce with a smile.  Now, a strong, rich smell is all around your body, a chocolate-hazelnut scent (is this Nutella?) that fills your nostrils and makes you feel relaxed–and excited.  Surely this will make you taste good, right?  You can’t wait to slide down her throat.

“Now for the rest,” Lust says.  She washes off the basting brush at a small sink, and then dips it into the second bowl, with the yellow sauce.  This time she starts at your face, and you can clearly catch the smell of honey and butter from the brush.  “Any other questions for me?” the Avatar asks.

You think for a minute.  “Are there other . . . ‘Avatars’?” you ask.

“Yes, there are six more,” the demoness tells you.  She covers you in sauce, and this time the process is a bit quicker.  “Together we represent the vices of all mortals. . . It is an interesting life, I’ll give it that.”

“Interesting?” you echo, intrigued.

Lust nods.  “I exist as a representative of one of a mortal’s deepest temptations.  I influence them, from the shadows and in the light, to bring about . . . well, that depends on your definition.  Ascendants of Heaven call it ‘corruption and sin’ but I call it ‘euphoria and joy’.  Those in that realm truly don’t know what they’re missing.”

She finishes and looks you over with a smile.  You’re now completely drenched in the delicious flavorings she put on you, and you smile in anticipation.

“Now to give you a bit of glaze,” the demoness purrs.  She turns to you with a comforting smile.  “I know you’ve always wanted to be in an oven, my dear.  And I can give you that tonight–if you trust me.”

Your heart skips a beat.  You’ve always wanted to be cooked . . . but of course, when fantasy becomes reality, there are things to consider first.  “What temperature is it?” you ask.  “And how long will I be in there?”

“325 degrees,” Lust replies.  “For only a few minutes.  You’ll glaze, but won’t perish.  I can promise you that.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief.  “Ok,” you tell her.  “Then we can do this.”

“Good.”  Lust gives you a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead, one of the few places not covered in sauce.  “If you want out early, use this safeword: aquamarine. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent.”  A knowing smirk fills her face.  “Let’s get you nice and cooked. . .”

She picks up the silver platter and brings you to a very wide oven–looks like it was already preheated.  The demoness opens the door, then brings you inside, surrounding you with a comfortable, burning heat.  When she shuts the door, the temperature utterly engulfs your body.

You had been hoping it wouldn’t be agonizing, but thankfully, it’s exactly as in your fantasies.  The heat is a little overwhelming, but also calming, gently cooking your body and heating up your outsides, making you look more and more like a glazed piece of meat.  You are being baked before your very eyes, roasted to perfection.  And soon, you’ll be utterly devoured. . .

The oven door opens, and Lust pulls you out, placing you back on top of the kitchen island.  Part of you is disappointed–you actually wanted to spend a bit more time in there–but more of you is excited.  After all, it’s finally time for you to be the demoness’s food. . .!

“You’re finally finished, my scrumptious feast,” Lust declares, licking her lips.  “You’ve been completely prepared–flavored to perfection, nice and hot–and are fully ready for me to indulge. . .

“Let’s send you down the hatch.”