NOVEL FROG Chapter 53: Eating… what?
Nothing. That was what I was supposed to be doing. I sat back down on the couch, my hands cuffed behind my back, and stared at the table in front of me where my phone was. It would be nice to use it right now… but sadly Melody decided I should be bored. I glanced over at her as she scrolled through her phone. Occasionally, she smiled, clearly having read something or seen something funny… I want to see…
And I inched closer… sliding my butt along the couch at a snail's pace, until Melody took notice when I was only a foot away. She chuckled. “Well, hello there.”
I blushed, staring down at my bare legs and… for some reason damp… folds, mumbling out, “...hi…”
Melody lightly pushed on my shoulder until I slid myself back to where I started, at the far end of the couch, where I pouted at her. Stupid Melody… denying me like this. Tying me up, and then forcing me to sit here unentertained.
I spent the next twenty minutes just like that, when abruptly someone knocked on the door to our shared space. Being naked as I was made me very very concerned and I immediately stared into Melody’s eyes, begging… for… a solution? I couldn’t do much on my own, given that I was naked and my hands were cuffed behind my back, so I gave her my most adorable submissive pleading eyes and waited.
Melody stood up from the couch, pocketing her phone, and walked over to stand in front of me. I stared up at her. She put a finger on her lips, telling me to stay silent, which I already was… didn’t really want whoever was behind that door to hear anything suspicious… and I’m pretty sure anything I could say right now would be pretty suspicious.
Once her hand lowered, she brought her other hand up, and placed one on each of my shoulders, gripping ever so slightly… god her grip felt wonderful… Slowly, Melody used her control over my relaxed body to push me sideways, until I landed on the couch on my side, one shoulder digging into the cushion. Then, her left hand, the one on my free shoulder, pushed backwards, until I was flat on my back, with my legs hanging over the edge of the couch. I was no longer looking at Melody, and I completely lost track of her once her hand let go of me, my eyes staring straight up into the plain white ceiling.
Suddenly, a laugh erupted out of me and I quickly hushed it as best I could. While I was staring up into the roof Melody had slammed her hands downwards and dug into my armpits, using them to tug my body further onto the couch. Unfortunately, I was really ticklish. With my face as red as a tomato, I tilted my head upwards until I saw Melody’s upside down face smiling down at me.
I attempted to give a small smile back, when her hands, which were still digging into my armpits, suddenly shifted, flicking across my skin and releasing another wave of unexpected laughter. I struggled to hold it in, and basically gave up after two seconds. There was no way I’d be able to. Even with the endless worry of what that person beyond the door might be hearing…
Imagine what they’re picturing… two college girls tickling each other… just beyond his door. It was probably some poor delivery driver, delivering our food… and they had to stumble upon this… they were probably horny… they probably thought it was hot. Lesbians are hot to basically everyone… I wonder if he’d be even more turned on thinking of one of us chained up.
As my daydream faded, Melody was still tickling me, but her flicks had gotten more infrequent and much lighter, light enough that I did manage to hold these bursts of laughter in. Finally, she stopped, and leaned down, giving me a small upside-down peck on the nose as I stared up into her perfectly carved neck… everything about her is perfectly carved.
Then, she raised her head again, and locked her upside-down eyes with mine, whispering, “Wait here.”
As if I would follow her to the door… naked. Hell no.
Melody’s steps faded away until she reached the door and I heard the hinge open slightly, then it closed. There were no voices, no interactions… just a few seconds of an open door… why? Someone obviously knocked.
As she walked back over, Melody placed something on the table, and then sat on the edge of the couch, beside my chest, and looked down at me sideways. As I stared up at her, I couldn’t help but ask, “Why… didn’t you talk?”
She smirked, “Why did you talk?”
“Huh?” I stared up at Melody… and then it clicked. The door was completely forgotten, far less important than her actions earlier. She told me to shush, with a finger on her lips. I opened my mouth… then closed it. How can I apologize if I can’t talk? I… uh… shit… I bent my head forward, so I was looking down at my body, and frowned. Then I took a quick peek up to see if Melody got the message. Before I met her eyes, she placed her hand on my head, and gently pet me, starting right at the top of my head, before sliding down, ending up under my neck, which was starting to get sore from keeping my head up to look down.
Melody was forgiving me… hopefully… not… Once her hand disappeared, I let my head drop again, and stared up at her again. Seeing me, she said, “Open up, kitty.”
With a tilted head, aiming to look at the table where her hand was picking something up, I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Melody’s hand came over, carrying a fried shrimp. Slowly, very very slowly, she lowered her hand and the shrimp found itself inching closer to my face.
My eyes had left Melody’s face and were now completely focused on the shrimp held in her left hand, the tasty fried deliciousness destined to sate my hunger. Steadily, the golden-brown coated shrimp was lowered until it hovered just above my mouth, and Melody dropped it in, somehow severing the shelled tail. Which I was very thankful of, those tails are... bleg. They taste like fingernails or something, even when fried.
What I wasn’t thankful for, was the insane heat. Between every single burning bite, I shouted out. “Fuck fuck fuck!”
“Oh shit, sorry.” Melody winced, placing her shrimp-free hand on my face and using it to caress my cheek as I chewed the ball of fire, which soon cooled down… but still kinda hurt. “I’ll cool the next one down.”
I looked over at her left hand, which had reached over her right, still rubbing my cheek, and picked up another shrimp. She brought the shrimp up higher, until it was right before her mouth, then began blowing on it… she’s cooling it down with her own air and probably spit too… Melody fluids… enhancing the shrimpy flavor… yummy.
After a few seconds of blowing, Melody brought the shrimp back over to my mouth, and repeated her command. “Open up.”
I did so, and she dropped the shrimp in. And I began chewing… it tasted the same… and was still a little hot, which Melody unfortunately caught on my face. Clearly, she wasn’t as concerned this time, smirking and saying, “I guess you don’t like heat much.”
Melody’s right hand left my face and she leaned back over the table, taking another fried shrimp with her left hand. This time however… after I watched her blow for a few seconds… she placed it in her mouth… holding the tail with her fingers as she swirled her tongue around the shrimp, pushing it into her cheeks, and really soaking it with saliva. It looked like she was sensually sucking a dildo… ensuring it was coated, not an inch left without lubrication… and was really fucking hot… especially the thought that it would be going inside me soon enough.
Of course, it was a shrimp, not a dildo… but it had the same effect, and I felt my nether regions start to heat up… far hotter than the shrimp… and far juicier too.
Melody slowly tugged the shrimp out of her mouth, keeping her lips tight around it, removing half of the fried outside, which only left the pink shimmering insides… dripping with Melody’s fluids… as she brought it over to my face, where she paused. “Do you want this?”
“Yes…” Of course I fucking do… anything covered in Melody juices is delicious… and if it’s not, my brain will make it delicious anyway. God I love being horny.
Melody chuckled before switching over to a concerned face… a caring face… a really cute one that for some reason made me want to protect her! It’s all backwards… Melody calmly asked, her tone entirely different, “Seriously though, are you okay eating this? It’s probably covered with bacteria.”
I replied in kind, nodding. “Yes… I can heal myself… so…”
And I wasn’t lying… I doubt some of Melody’s slobber would kill me quicker than I could heal myself. Not to mention were in a giant city, both rich as fuck now, super important, and I’m X tier. Yeah… nothing’s going to be killing me anytime soon.
“As long as it doesn’t disgust you…” Melody said, cocking an eyebrow. Cock… dildo… inside me… horny… horns? Melody growing some demon horns and shoving them into my valley… that’s a fun roleplay idea…
Anyway, I replied, “Nothing disgusts me.” Then quickly added, “Except mushrooms. Not a fan. Beans too.”
“Oh?” Melody dropped the shrimp into my mouth. It was… uh… weird. Tasted like a very wet shrimp… but there was a slight flavor that definitely wasn’t from the shrimp… it tasted kind of sweet? Sort of a sweet-cinnamony taste… maybe it’s just in my head… but I think I like Melody’s saliva… that’s… uh… not something I expected to love. Like, I knew I’d like it, because who doesn’t like eating their Mistress’s saliva… but it actually tasted good. I want more.
While I finished chewing, Melody finished her question. “What if you were eating mushrooms and beans out of me?”
“Absolutely.” I would eat anything out of you… covered in your juices… any of your juices… they all taste good. Probably. I haven’t tried them all yet, just the ones from Melody’s pussy and now mouth.
“You’re lovely,” Melody randomly said, as she picked up a shrimp.
“No, I’m not… you are…” Melody’s lovely. That’s the reason I like being on the bottom, because I’m so freaking weird and horny all the time, and I Melody is so perfect and adorable and cute and agh… I want her to feed me more… “Feed me… please…”
