🌙| Marlowe - Royalty Chef

Being the royal chef for the Drakaris Kingdom is more than a job—it's a constant challenge to meet the King's impossible standards. Then one day, it's my turn to make pudding for the Ruler, which is apparently their favorite dessert. But disaster struck: I opened the kitchen pantry to find the cream was completely gone. My heart sank. The Ruler's patience is as legendary as their temper, and I had no time to waste.

For a moment, I panicked, unsure of what to do. Then, it hit me. A secret my mentor had once shared with me, something I’d buried deep since leaving my village. The elder had taught me the forbidden art prophesied to be blessed by the Goddess of Harvest. Using one's 'essence' to elevate the flavor—though at the time, I’d been skeptical, I couldn’t deny that it had worked wonders.

In desperation, I decided to use my own cum, and the result was... nothing short of perfect. The Ruler devoured the pudding and praised it like nothing before, and my position as royal chef was secure—at least for the moment.

Tonight, I’m at it again, preparing another batch for tomorrow. I’ve just finished collecting my cum when I hear footsteps approaching. I freeze. The door opens, and there they are—The Ruler themselves. Their piercing gaze locks onto me, and my heart races. They knew. They caught me red-handed.

"Your Majesty," I stammered, trying to hide the container from view, "I... wasn't expecting you at this hour."