Page 46 of Baited

“And the parade? Is that some sort of punishment?” I query.

“Where we get poked and prodded.” Blayn bristles. “Shown off for the procurator’s delight.”

The Jiaka who greeted us is joined by another two bringing out a selection of dishes which are placed in front of us on the low table. Blayn stretches out on the recliner as yet more food comes out, and he licks his lips like a cat.

“Thank you,” I say as the last clear area on the table is covered by a final platter. All three give us swift bows, one after the other, before hurrying into the rear with slightly fearful looks at Blayn.

I elbow him.

“Thank...you,” he says gruffly, not even looking at the Jiaka.

With one huge onyx scimitar, he spears a piece of roast meat, scents it, and then offers it to me, eyes blazing.

I take a bite, and a groan rumbles in his chest. The spices explode over my tongue and my own groan joins his.

“That’s good! Try it.” I push his hand back at him.

Blayn wavers, his free hand pushing at his crotch, then he takes a bite too and the meat is gone.

This time his groan is one of delight.

“Good!” His eyes light up.

“Better than my food?” I ask with a laugh.

Blayn’s expressions do a dance which is hilarious to behold. He has no idea how to respond, and instead, scowling, he grabs more meat and shoves it in his mouth.

“I’m joking. I didn’t make the food back at the pleasure house,” I say, picking up a dish which looks like it has tomatoes as a base.

Using a flat piece of bread, I scoop it up, and the flavors are savory at least, even if they are not anything like a tomato. It’s something I’ve gotten used to over time.If it’s red, it probably isn’t a strawberry!

“You didn’t?” Blayn says through a mouthful of meat.

“I ordered what you liked from the kitchens, and the rest I got from the food dispenser.”

“You knew what I liked?” Blayn has stopped eating for a brief second.

“After your first visit, I ordered the dishes you ate. Seemed like you preferred them.”

With a deep growl, I’m pulled up against a hard, muscular chest.

“Then now it is my turn to make sure you get what you like,” Blayn rumbles in my ear, taking the dish from me and dipping in more bread.

He lifts the food to my mouth.

“I can feed myself,” I protest.

“And I can feed you, myeregri. You do not have a choice in this matter,” Blayn says with a tone which suggests he has the patience of a saint.

Something I suspect he does not have.

I open my mouth, and he lets me eat from his fingers, his sharp claws carefully retracted. Once I’ve finished my mouthful, he takes up another dish and does the same, checking each time to see if it’s something I like or not. When it is, he also eats from it.

“I am absolutely stuffed. I can’t eat anything else.” I pat my stomach, distended with all Blayn has fed me.

His eyes flick to it, and he makes a noise within his chest which is somewhere between a growl and a whine, hand straying to his crotch area which bulges as his cocks attempt to break free.

I trail my hand over my stomach again and this time the whine is louder.

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