Dessert Goddess

Charlene's POV I blearily opened my eyes. The soft morning sun lit up the room in a dusty glow. I licked my lips as I glanced around the room to find I was alone. The first thing on my mind, was getting off. I had just the solution for that. A spicy and robust solution at that. Dressed like the fox sin with a body to match, I could be aggressive with him. Let's face it, I woke up and chose violence. A twisted smile warmed its way onto my lips as I licked a line across them once more. "Brent!" I hollered as visions of the things we would do to each other filled my head. The thoughts lit a fire all the way down to my lower belly. The sweet spot. My eyes fluttered closed as I moved below the sheet to cuff myself in my hand. My imagination took over for lack of vision as I focused on the glowing feelings I wanted to nurture. I heard the door open and peeled my eyelids apart to see Creast approaching, framed between two of the four posts on the bed. "You are not whom I called for." I said snarkily, hinting at my displeasure. "Yes, Madam." he said as he bowed to me. his long black hair fell in his face as he moved to make it parallel with the floor. He sat back up looking apologetic but offering no explanation. "Where is Brent?" I raised an eyebrow, annoyed I even had to ask. I spent way too much time and effort trying to make this place run flawlessly and it still seemed to stutter once in awhile. Throughout the conversation, I allow my hand to continuously explore myself. I am not losing my edge just because a wrench was thrown into my plans. "He is out, my lady. He departed about 20 minutes ago to procure the ingredients for my lady's breakfast. As he was unavailable and you needed assistance, I thought it wise to offer my services." I looked him over as he spoke. Every one of my buttlers were just life-sized dolls I could dress up. I had chosen to dress Creast after the Vintage Black Butler look. It was totally working for him and I was a f*****g genius. His darkened tail was difficult to hide, but with the all black outfit, it seemed to blend in considerably. "Fine then. Change of plan." I said thinking out loud. I wanted to get rough and Creast was a lover not a fighter, which was saying something for a panther. And since I had woken up alone, I knew that my husband wasn't home either. Damn. Well it's up to me then. "Bring me my bullet." I ordered him dismissively. I flung the covers off of myself as he retrieved the small jackhammer and handed it over to me. "Stand over there until I am done." my skimpy nightgown had already rode most of the way up my hips. I helped it along and then laid spread eagle on the bed. I watched as he turned and walked towards the corner of the room. He stood there silently, looking at the corner and refusing to turn around, his fluffy Panther ears twitched attentively. I started up my small vibrator and set to work on teasing myself into submission. The room was filled with the sounds of pleasure as I explored myself. I closed my eyes and gave into the feeling, allowing it to mount. As I got a little closer a thought struck me. "Do you want to watch me, Creast?" I called out to him in a sultry voice. He visibly stood up straighter. "If that is what you want, my lady." he responded without turning around. This irked me a bit. He was my newest butler and he had not been around long enough to know exactly how to act at all times. I tried not to hold this against him as I yeared for the proper responses. "Turn around." I ordered. He executed a perfect about face as he pivoted around to face me. His cheeks were red with blush. "I didn't ask what I wanted. I asked what you wanted." I softened my tone this time. I could not be so firm with him or I would not get the results I wanted. I slid the bullet over my most sensitive spot as it gently hummed away. His eyes darted towards the movement then back to meet my eyes again. Once he realized he had been caught, he drew his lower lip into his mouth, pensively. I could tell by the look on his face that he was searching for the right thing to say. The last thing any of my boys want is to upset me. That is literally the opposite of their job description. "I only wish to please you, my lady." he bowed again, one hand behind his back and one to his front. This princely etiquette was his go-to when he was nervous. I rather enjoyed it. Once fully trained, he could definitely fulfill a few princess fantasies. But for now, he was not playing along. Anger flared inside me just as I was pushing myself over the edge. I called out in lust filled pleasure as my orgasm burst from inside me, wetting the silken sheet below me. My heart raced as pleasure course through my body. My muscles twitched with ecstasy. Nerves tingling with waves of excitement. My anger took no time before dampening the effect, but the battle lasted mere seconds before the ecstasy of my orgasm won out and the anger dissipated. "Oh, come on. I know there is a beast locked away in there somewhere." I was breathing heavy with my effort. My hand explored the wetness between my legs as I stared him down. He merely shifted on his feet. Try as he might, he could not peel his eyes from my center for long. "Come here." I beckoned. He immediately moved stiffly towards me. His skin looked dewy. His chest heaved slightly. His eyes wide and trained on the juice dripping from inside of me. His hard member was threatening to rip open his pants. I do love how big this one is. I let a smile grace my lips. Just knowing I was such a turn-on for him boosted my happiness. Beckoning him ever closer, my actions insisted he bend at the waist to get closer to my face. With lightning quick movements, I wound my fingers through his hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling gently. His mouth came open in surprise as his eyes searched for mine. His breath brushed over me raggedly, giving away his thoughts. I then quickly shoved his face between my legs. "Clean it up for me will you?" my question could have been found easily in any civilized conversation. My tone was tuned to match. He placed one hand on either leg and enthusiastically began swirling his tongue about, sucking and licking up every drop that was left behind. He is definitely enjoying himself. And it felt so good to have someone clean up after you too. His shoulder length hair drop down and tickled the inside of my thighs as he moved, making sure he got everything. When he was done, I used my grip on his hair to bring his face back up to mine. His deep eyes connected with mine for just a moment. I could practically see the bond enhancement happening. Almost like his feelings for me grew just a little bit stronger in that moment. My tongue flicked out of my mouth to gently trace a line around his lips. His breathing grew even heavier, flowing over me in a passion filled wave. I could taste myself on him. He smelled like my p***y and I loved it. "Thank you, Creast. You may go." the smile painted on my face was genuine as it reached my eyes. I loved my life. I took a deep breath as I released my hold on him. Disappointment flashed over his face but was gone fast enough I could have imagined it. "Thank you, my lady." he declared as he swiftly made his exit. A part of me hoped he wouldn't hold it against me. A much bigger part of me knew he wouldn't and I really didn't care if he did. He was ultimately replaceable. But that was only after I tried every method I could think of to train him properly. I made quick work of my routine once I had forced myself out of the bed. My thoughts preoccupied me as I followed my system on autopilot. All too soon I was in the shower. The warm water felt good as it cascaded down my skin. The barely audible click of the bathroom door was the only indication someone else had entered the room. I preferred it that way. Butler's were supposed to be invisible unless you needed them. A tenor voice washed over me, slicing through the warm water and heating my desires right back up. "I was told you were looking for me, My lady." the sexy lilt to his voice did not go unnoticed. I turned my head to see Brent peeking his face into the shower. He had a slightly longer face with a wide chin. I attributed this to his beast. Every single beastman had some physical manifestations of their beast in their human form. It had been a hard thing for me to get past initially. "Naughty boy." I quipped. His return smile would have instantly made me cream myself if I hadn't taken advantage of waking up a bit early that morning. "I may have called for you. Next time I wake up and want thrown around a bit, you better not be the one out getting breakfast." I voiced my displeasure, while also filling him in on what he missed. I kept a hard and authoritative tone to my voice. "My deepest apologies, my lady." he had withdrawn his face when I turned to look again. I could see his silhouette through the curtain. "Do you wish someone to wash your back?" he asked as he stripped off his overcoat. "About time." I muttered. I could hear the wrestling of fabric as he peeled off his clothes. While I waited I let my mind wander, the water running down my body. Brent slipped his hand around my body as he grasped onto my hanging loofah. I was broken from my thoughts. In my haze however, I had not realized he had already climbed into the shower. His opposite arm encircled me from the other side as he gripped onto the body soap. An increase in my heart rate caused a disturbance in my belly. He nestled his head in the crook of my neck, placing a delicate kiss before withdrawing. "You are playing a dangerous game." I warned him, glancing sideways it where he had been before craning to look at him. He smiled down into his hands as he put soap on the sponge and lathered it up. He indicated for me to turn back around before he set to work. His hands gliding expertly on my back as he turned the conversation. "Care to go over the tasks for the day, Madam?" his voice was cordial and professional, but it carried a sultry undertone. Leave it to him to keep me on track while still managing to distract me. I could feel his growing member reaching out to touch me as he tried to focus on the task at hand. Had I not felt his excitement I would have been none the wiser. "Alright. Report." a smile crept onto my face. I let him point me in the right direction. Perhaps he was trying to distract himself too. He cleared his throat quickly before beginning to prattle. "You have been putting off choosing the sponsors for the gathering this year. It will be upon us all too quickly." his voice floated all around, bouncing off the walls of the shower. He never took anything but a light soft tone with me. Skilled hands roamed their way around my back as he spoke. "You are pushing it to the point that it is almost time to choose the crop for this year also." as he continued, he moved his soapy hands down to my ass, cupping it and washing gently. Once or twice a stray finger would graze my opening or my asshole, stirring up that heat once again. I knew he was doing this on purpose. Such a tease. "I intended on going over sponsors today. I obviously have to go to the Colosseum for that." The colosseum. My cash cow. My burden. The place where the gathering was held every year. And fights between beasts were held every other time of the year. The fights were important if a beast wanted to gain power. Was I not the lucky one to be married to one of the highest level beasts known to beastdom? "That is good. Whom did you want to go with you?" Brent asked. I took a moment to think it over. I had a few options. Every one of my butlers was able and capable. But I needed to pick my companion based on their ability to serve me as needed, be capable of what I required, and able to protect me. Usually it boiled down to one man. Bang Hyun-Ho. Brent had a death grip to rival the creator. Creast was smooth and quick. I needed more than that for the Coliseum though. I had found Bang Hyun-Ho overseas. He was tall, about 6 ft. He was also stout, his shoulders around 22 inches across. Due to facial structure, he carried a resting b***h face that was to die for. He was built like a brick wall and was skilled in swordplay. Then there was his beast. As a crane, he was graceful and fluid, with intelligence and strength. He was definitely my foreign trophy. Finding another crane beast in this part of the world would be almost impossible. Knowing that information only makes it better for me, since he was sworn to me, devoted to me, mine. "Hyun-Ho." I could hear Brent's soft giggle behind me. "One should have known." he conceded. "I have finished my lady. If you require nothing else I shall go inform Hyun-ho as to his assignment." I nodded to dismiss him. There were over 2,000 applicants this year for sponsors. It took me by surprise since you need a certain amount of inflow to pay in order to bring over a girl. Fights were by far the best way to farm inflow. It could also be farmed by s****l encounters. However that was the black market way of doing things since fights were regulated and it usually resulted in the death of the female. As the owner of the Colosseum, I held the majority of all inflow in this part of the world. But this year more sponsors have applied than ever before. I have more than enough inflow to bring over all the girls they want me to. But I have to keep my wits about me. We cannot take too many at one time. This would have repercussions on the worlds I took them from, as well as our world. Population control was always a priority.