"Oooh, fun. Okay, can do."

Vent hood turns on because onion vapors are not allowed to irritate Esme's eyes — its own are immune — and it starts slicing an onion into big slices, then breaks those apart. Keeps tending the mushrooms and grilled onions and bacon while it batters the onion rings and heats up the oil in the deep fryer.

Into the fryer! Onion rings get fried up nice and crispy, then plated up on the side and put under stasis. 

Then the bacon and grilled onions and mushrooms are done, so those get plated up and set aside. Barbecue sauce and ketchup come out of the fridge, everything gets lined up, and everything comes out of stasis. 

She gestures grandly at everything. "Stack your burger according to your taste, beloved."

In deference to the fact that she's quite hungry actually, she keeps her burger within the bounds of what a human being can bite.

"Ah, the fun of a new body that's literally never eaten before."

Sable stacks a similarly-tall burger, grins at Esme, and digs in.

Also, the tentacle-fucking will continue unless Esme expresses a preference for it to stop.

Esme is absolutely not doing that. There will probably turn out to be practical reasons why she can't spend the literal rest of her life being tentacle-fucked by Sable, but for right now she's enjoying the fantasy.

Wow, this burger is delicious. Like, she was expecting it to be delicious, she remembers what breakfast was like the other day, but predicting and experiencing are two very different things.

"Advantages of having sunk some time into finding very good sources for every ingredient and then teaching the tower to duplicate them so I never run out. Only works in here, but the food quality is very good, and I've had quite a bit of practice making use of it."

Mmmmm burger. Not as tasty as Esme, but nothing is as tasty as Esme. This is still pretty tasty.

"Oh huh, thought: what if I build an enchantment to retain sensation on cuts of your meat? Maybe start with the strap-on enchantment as a base, tweak it not to have a preset sensory target but instead to target based on sympathetic memory of where it used to be?"

"Hmm... maybe? I think it's still less romantic than being eaten all in one go. Definitely kind of hot, though."

She nods. "I agree, eating you all at once is definitely more romantic. I see this as sort of... bonus kinky hotness we can sprinkle throughout the days since there will inevitably be some time when we need to eat food and do things other than eat you right after."

"I don't currently feel like being served myself at meals is bonus kinky hotness, but you can always change that."

She flushes and smiles. "I just might. I'll put that on the list of mind control to talk about after we've tried all the various dangerous things and you've got more-refined opinions about where there's more fun to be added."

A notebook appears for a moment, has something written in it, and vanishes through a portal once more.

Happy wiggle. Happy burger-munching. Happy sip of milkshake. Happy still being tentacle-fucked. Happy being madly in love with her demonic abductor.

Sable enjoys some happy wiggles of its own.

How the fuck did it get this lucky? 

It leans over and kisses Esme gently, smiling fondly.

She kisses back. And then takes another sip of her milkshake. It's a really good milkshake.

"I am torn," she says, gazing dreamily at Sable, "between the urge to find a secretarial task to dig into, and the urge to seduce you into eating me again. Thoughts?"

"If you did a secretarial task, I could tear down the map enchaantments and rebuild it as a globe with the improvements we talked about. Make the enchantment more modular while I'm at it."

It hums for a moment. "Two most obvious secretarial tasks are to sort through the various blackmail and intel I have on the important players on the gameboard, and to look through a history of interventions I've done for ways to nudge things more efficiently, or to make it safer for eventually going public."

Then it grins at her. "On the other hand, you are incredibly tasty, and we are already in the kitchen."

"If I recall correctly, I was very intrigued by the phrase 'cooking dildos'." She sips her milkshake again, squirming happily, feeling Sable's tentacle inside her and remembering when Sable's tentacles filled her up with transcendent worshipful agony.

"On the other hand, those secretarial tasks also sound pretty interesting!"

"Let's do the work stuff first, that way we're mixing ongoing progress in between the deliciously kinky sex."

Om nom burger nom. And some of the leftover onion rings, though it makes sure to leave a few in case Esme wants more.

She does want more; you can only fit so many onion rings on a burger that has to itself fit in your mouth. And onion rings are tasty.

Then she can have as many as she likes. It will make more if she runs out.

The supply is sufficient. Especially since she also has a milkshake.

"All right," she says, rubbing her hands together. "Shall we get started? —oh, should I get dressed first?" It might be nice to have a norm of wearing clothes for secretarial work, for context separation purposes and also in order to enjoy being stripped of them when it's time to be eaten again. This could end up interfering with the plan where Sable tentacle-fucks her all day, but then, she can always wear a skirt with no panties for ease of access.

"I like those ideas, so yes."

She scoops Esme into her arms, kisses her gently, and carries her off to her suite where her clothes are.

"I especially like the no panties so I can keep fucking you while we work."

"It's probably going to stop being practical at some point but I admit having you fuck me literally constantly is a really, really hot idea."

"Absolutely agreed. And think of the health benefits!"

She giggles.

"I'm thinking of them!" Specifically she's now thinking of that fantasy from earlier about Sable being able to just casually take a bite out of her at any moment. Being constantly fucked makes that idea considerably more practical, doesn't it.

Sable smiles a bit smugly. "Yes. Yes, it really does."

It kisses her fiercely.

"Ink and madness, I got marvelously lucky to find you."