Vol.6 Ch.14.2 – Naughty Demigoddess II

To no one's surprise but Melinoe's, Heinrich arrived not five minutes later with a tray of desserts.

To her it was likely a shocking breach of etiquette that he would deliver the food himself but he likely wanted to make sure none of the maids would see what the lady of the house had gotten up to. And a good thing, too, because I would have feared for my life if someone like Lucille had seen Melinoe on her knees between my legs, choking on my cock.

He said nothing about what he'd seen as he placed the plates in front of us. His expression didn't change, nor did it appear pointedly neutral. He was a true professional, especially as I doubted there had been precedent to what had just occurred. Meli was far, far too embarrassed for this to be something she'd done before.

The dessert was served inside glass cups, though these were far less fragile than the glasses on the table, more like mason jars without lids. The dessert was something I'd never seen before, though Anna had once described something like this to me. I hadn't been able to make sense of her description but now I got it.

The dessert consisted of several layers, clearly separated so we could see them each through the glass jar. The bottom layer looked like cookie crumbles. Atop that was some sort of cream. On top of that was chopped fruit, then a different kind of cream, this one more cream-colored than off-white, followed by more chopped fruit, a layer of the first cream again and then some kind of crispy crumble on top.

The whole thing was served with a weird spoon, one that was the length of a tablespoon but the size of a teaspoon.

I wasn't quite sure how to eat this. Were you supposed to eat it layer by layer or... Both Meli and Alisha began by digging their spoons all the way to the bottom in an attempt to taste every layer at once. For Alisha it was likely an attempt to get as much fruit on her spoon as she could but for Meli it likely meant this was how it was supposed to be eaten. However, I was too curious.

The top layer was a mixture of nuts that had been roasted and then candied as well as some crumbled cookies. It should have been too sweet on its own but the chef had added a tasteful amount of salt to balance it. The off-white cream tasted like pudding, though just like last time I could tell this wasn't made with milk from a cow. Presumably it was from an Ophiotaurus again, that weird hybrid creature that was part cow and part snake that they apparently used for milk down here. I had still never seen one in the flesh, only in books. We hadn't seen a single one of them while out and about earlier, either.

The fruit was the real highlight, as Alisha's coos and moans could attest. I had been worried they wouldn't have much fruit down here but clearly I'd been wrong. It was sweet and tart, but not like citrus and not like an apple, either. It tasted like some sort of berry, but none I'd ever had before.

“What is this fruit?” I asked.

“Moonberries,” Meli said and without even looking I knew she had Alisha's attention as well.

“Is there any chance we can plant a bush of these back home?” Alisha asked.

Meli hesitated. “I'm not sure. They are pollinated by albino bees. The silvery pollen is part of why their honey is silver instead of gold. And I'm not sure normal bees could pollinate them.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“The flowers are too big for normal bees, right?” Alisha asked.

“Yes,” Meli said.

“A shame,” Alisha said. “These are great.”

“I mean, we could just pollinate them ourselves,” I said. “Take a brush and spread the pollen around with that.”

“That would work,” Meli said. “I'm not sure they can handle direct sunlight but that should be a small hurdle.”

“Worst case we have to put them inside the house,” I said. “So, what do these berries look like when they're not chopped up?” Because right now they were diced up into a bunch of blue cubes, some very light blue and others much darker.

I expected Meli to explain what they looked like but instead she reached into her bag of holding and pulled out a fruit. “I had wanted to save this until I had Alisha naked and in the bedroom, but I guess I can tease a little,” she said, then showed the fruit off, keeping it just out of Alisha's reach.

The moonberry looked... like a bizarre cross of a strawberry, a melon and a starry sky. It was very big, almost the size of our dragon berries. The whole fruit was a very deep, dark blue. Like a strawberry it was dotted with seeds all over but unlike a strawberry these weren't black specks all over the bright red fruit. Instead they were little white spots, so bright they almost seemed to glow, and the overall effect made it look like Meli was holding a sphere of starry sky in her hand. It was gorgeous, almost too pretty to eat. Almost, because it tasted amazing, similar to strawberry but not quite the same.

And of course, Alisha didn't admire the appearance, either. She just tried grabbing it, no doubt to stuff her face with it, even though she wasn't even done with the dessert yet.

When it became clear that Meli wouldn't be able to fend her off I grabbed the berry out of her hand and placed it in my own bag of holding.

“No fair,” Meli said. “I wanted to tease her with that.”

“And you can,” I said. “Later. She'll tackle you and tear it out of your hands if you let her.”

“So how come she won't try the same with you?”

“She will,” I said. “But she's also light as a feather and loves being manhandled.”

Alisha was suddenly very focused on her dessert and her cheeks looked cherry red.

“Would you toss me around like that as well?” Meli asked quietly, suddenly focused on her dessert as well.

“Is that something you want?” I asked as I tried the center layer of cream. This one was a kind of pudding as well, though much firmer and much more flavorful. From the darker color I assumed it had a lot more egg yolk in it than the other cream.

“I...” Meli said after a long while. “I like it when you're a little domineering but I don't think I would enjoy the kind of rough play you do with her.” She said it like it was something to be ashamed of.

“You know I don't expect that of you,” I said very quietly.

“But you'd like it.”

I wanted to chuckle but held it in, not wanting her to get the wrong idea. “The reason I treat Alisha like that is because she loves it. If she wanted me to be sweet and gentle with her then I would only be sweet and gentle.”

“But you enjoy tossing her around.”

“As I recall,” I said, “so did you.”

She blushed.

“This is only fun when the one being tossed around is into it,” I said. “If they're forcing themselves to endure it, it's not fun for anybody. If you like it when I'm only a little rough then that's what you're going to get. If Alisha likes getting tossed around and slapped and mistreated almost to her breaking point then that's what she is going to get.”

“Alright.”

“Did you really think I expect you to be into that?”

“I mean, you fill that role very convincingly with her,” Meli said.

“Do I?” I asked, loud enough to make sure Alisha knew I was talking to her.

“Yeah,” she said. “I love the way you test my limits. It's exactly what I want.”

“What about tonight?” I asked. “Do you want me to be mean to you tonight?”

“That's up to Meli to decide,” Alisha said.

Oh right, I'd almost forgotten. The day had been so relaxed I'd almost managed to forget that Alisha was technically in the doghouse still. Meli had told her she'd forgive her if... Oh dear.

“I think we should finish up here,” I said.

“Yeah,” they both muttered at the same time.