Finally it sets her down on her feet, grinning. "Okay, you need to get out of those clothes, and I need to decide what seasonings will suit you well today."

She bounces a little and then starts taking off her dress.

She smiles and admires the view while she prepares the seasonings. "As much as I want to get fancy with cooking you eventually, since this is my first time cooking a person, I think we should really stick with something simple and reliable."

Out comes a mixing bowl, into which she starts pouring from a bottle. "Olive oil, rosemary, and a little bit of salt and pepper."

Rosemary leaves get chopped by two tentacles, while two more add just enough salt and pepper.

Then the rosemary gets scraped into the bowl of oil, and it all gets mixed thoroughly.

"Wow, having tentacles is really convenient, isn't it."

"Fabulously so. Multitasking is great."

Once that's done, she sets the bowl on the corner of the island, and helps Esme out of any remaining clothes. She also takes a moment to run her hands down her body in a warm caress, savoring the feel and the sight of her.

Happy sigh. "That feels very nice."

"I'm so glad," she replies with a smile. A quick portal moves all Esme's clothes to her room, where they'll be safe from any accidental oil splashes, and then she pulls her black sundress over her head and tosses it aside, revealing a lacy purple bra and matching panties beneath. Those get removed a bit more delicately, all the clothes falling through portals as she tosses them away.

"Don't want to get oil on anything."

"Very sensible of you." Also making Esme want to kiss her.

That's a desire she can do something about happily. She pulls Esme against her body with a fond sigh, wrapping arms and tentacles around her, and kisses her deeply and lingeringly.

Ooh. Having a mind-reading tentacle demon girlthingfriend brings all kinds of unexpected benefits. ♡

It really does. Sable savors the kiss, and the closeness, the press of their bodies against each other. ♡

When they part, it smiles wickedly at her. "Time to get you all oiled up and ready."

"Yes please," she says brightly.

Sable slips her hands under Esme's butt and scoops her up, lifting her into the air and setting her onto the edge of the island. "Okay, lie down on your front."

First she kisses the end of Sable's nose.

Then she turns over and lies down, stretching out along the island. It's a little cold, which makes her wiggle.

Sable giggles at the nose kiss, then she scoops oil into her hands and tentacles and pours it gently across Esme's back, her legs, her butt, and her arms, before slowly starting to massage it into her skin. 

Slowly, tenderly, she kneads all over Esme's body in a soothing massage that just happens to also be seasoning her.

Tentacles apparently really help with full-body massages, it turns out.

Esme is the coziest puddle. 💖

Turning your meal into a cozy puddle while you season her is a crucial step both in making her as delicious as possible, and in making sure she wants to be eaten again, in Sable's opinion. She keeps massaging the oil and rosemary mixture into Esme, relaxing her — and tenderizing her — all over, until her whole back side is done.

"Okay, lovely morsel. Time to flip."

"I'm so comfy though," she jokingly complains, stretching lazily in place and then turning over.

Olive oil and rosemary seems to be an excellent seasoning choice on her, because she hasn't even started cooking yet and she already smells lovely. Something about her natural skin chemistry is really taking to this marinade.

When the smell hits Sable, it flushes, biting its lip. "Wow. You already smell delicious, and we're only halfway through seasoning you."

Its hands and tentacles caress tenderly along every inch of Esme's body, kneading the oil into her legs, her hips, her waist, her sides, her arms, her shoulders. It takes extra time caressing the oil into her breasts, and the delicate folds of her pussy, teasing her with its touch.

Things that are hot about this situation, a decidedly incomplete list:

• Lying on a table on the orders of the demon who owns her soul, exposing her body for Sable to touch wherever and however it wants
• Being massaged and caressed all over by powerful hands and tentacles
• Being massaged and caressed sexually in particular, by Sable's hands and tentacles, which she remembers very fondly from that time Sable fucked her earlier this morning
• All of this being in the service of Sable getting to eat her, because Sable owns her and can do anything with her, and that's what Sable wants to do
• Feeling the oil on her skin and thinking about how much it's going to hurt when Sable cooks her and how turned on Sable will be about it
• Wondering if she'll get to feel Sable's teeth sink into her, and remembering how unfathomably hot it was to get vampire-tentacle-fucked

That is just such an unreasonably hot set of opinions for Esme to have about this situation.

Fuck.

It really did win the lottery.

Pretty soon, Esme's thoroughly seasoned, every inch of her body oiled up.

"Okay, now it's time for the intense parts to start."

It stretches a tentacle across the room to a rack of long, sharp spits of stainless steel, pulling one out and bringing it close.

"There's an enchantment on this spit you might find interesting, by the way. I developed an enchantment for sensory-linked strap-ons, and then modified it slightly to be able to apply to spits as well."

"You're very clever," says happy puddly Esme, beaming up at her. "And very pretty. And very hot." As much fun as this was already going to be, having it be metaphysically and sensorially the case that Sable is fucking her with that thing makes it so much better.