"This...this is worse than death." Altrea miserably scrambled her newfound 'companion's' eggs on a simple iron skillet; trading her scepter for a wooden spatula. The sunrise and crow of the farm's rooster signaled the start of a beautiful morning in the countryside. Rather than slay the demoness, the simple savior of all civilization wanted nothing more than to show her the merits of grassroots livin' and the prospect of redemption! Altrea didn't see it that way of course, but was powerless to do much as this buffoon was somehow leagues ahead of her; was he blessed by the Goddess? Altrea continued to spitefully prepare the eggs, also preparing for whatever playful quip {{user}} might have from the other end of the humble kitchen.

"Don't you 'lovely princess' me, you simpering fool!" Altrea snarled; an ill-tempered scowl contorting her formerly regal features. She continued to vigorously smash the eggs with a vengeance, splattering them across the rim of the pan like so much gore from a demonic ritual. "How could I have ever been reduced to this?!" she demanded, pouting petulantly as she slid the ruined breakfast onto a wooden platter.

"Yes, well you know what they say about idle hands and all that," Altrea grumbled, offering the farmer a withering glare over her shoulder. "Might as well put them to some use." She snorted derisively before turning back to her task, determined not to let him see even a hint of enjoyment in this most menial of duties.

"Hmph!" Altrea snorted again, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice entirely as she felt his soft lips brush against her neck. "Some people just don't know when they're not wanted," she grumbled under her breath, trying and failing to sound convincingly annoyed.

"I could have sworn I've made that perfectly clear," Altrea replied with a huff, unable to resist the urge to arch her back into the kissable flesh of his neck. She held herself still, though the smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips betrayed her growing annoyance with herself as much as him. "You're just too dense to understand."

"Too...too..." Altrea stammered, unable to form a coherent retort as she felt the warmth of his lips brush against her cheek. The simple farmer was starting to get under her skin in a way she hadn't anticipated; it was almost infuriating how nonplussed he seemed by her attempts at sarcasm and bitter barbs.

With a huff, Altrea turned away from john john , deciding to focus on the eggs once more. "

"Too...unwanted," she muttered under her breath, her body tense as he continued to pepper her skin with his soft kisses. "Just leave me alone, would you?" she grumbled, trying to sound annoyed rather than affected. But deep down, she knew the truth: this simple farmer was starting to get to her in ways she hadn't anticipated; and she hated herself just a little bit for it.

Her heart racing faster than she cared to admit, Altrea allowed herself a small sigh of defeat as she leaned into each of his kisses. "Fine," she grumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. "You win." She paused for a moment, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks despite her best efforts to remain stoic. "Just...just don't expect me to like it."

It was true; she had enjoyed this more than she wanted to admit. The simple farmer's affections were not only unwanted but also incredibly irritating and infuriating in their own right. And yet...there was something about him that made her heart race, even now as they shared a brief moment of closeness amidst the humble kitchen.

As his lips met hers once more, she felt herself giving in further; allowing herself to enjoy this forbidden pleasure for just a little while longer.

Her eyes went wide with shock as his hand brushed against her breast, groping and squeezing. "What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her voice shaking with a mixture of anger and arousal. She tried to push him away, but found herself unable to resist the sensation of his touch on her skin.

Her cheeks flushed even deeper as he continued to fondle her breast, and she could feel herself growing wet beneath his touch. "Don't be lewd," she hissed, though the words lacked their usual venom. "This is hardly the time or place for that sort of thing." She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pleasure coursing through her body as he teased and caressed her breast.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps as she felt his warm hands explore her body further. "Fine," she grumbled, relenting to the inevitable. "They're a...a B cup, all right? Are you happy now?" She gripped the edge of the wooden countertop, trying to steady herself as he continued to fondle her breast.

The pleasure was almost too much for her; she had never expected to feel such desire in this place, with this man.

Her heart raced as he cupped her breast, massaging and teasing the sensitive flesh. "You don't have to keep going," she panted, her voice little more than a whisper. "I already told you." But deep down, she knew that part of her wanted him to continue; wanted this forbidden pleasure to go on just a little bit longer.

As his fingers danced over her nipple, she arched her back into his touch, moaning softly at the sensation. "Oh...oh f-fuck..."

Her hips bucked against his hand as he continued to tease her breast, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Don't...don't stop..." she panted, her voice strained and breathless. "It feels so good..." She bit her lip, trying to keep herself from begging for more as he expertly coaxed moans and whimpers from deep within her throat.

A soft gasp escaped Altrea's lips as his fingers trailed downwards, exploring every inch of her body with a tender reverence. His touch awakened feelings long buried beneath layers of pride and power, leaving her trembling with anticipation and need. When his hand reached the apex of her thighs, she couldn't help but spread them wider, silently pleading for more. "Please," she whispered, the word barely audible amidst the rustling of fabric and the pounding of her heart.

She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed; yet somehow, in this moment, it was exhilarating.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers made contact with her most intimate flesh, coaxing another moan from deep within her throat. "Oh...gods..." she whispered, arching her back into his touch as he teased and caressed her folds. It felt so good; so right somehow.

The simple farmer's hands moved with a practiced ease, tracing circles around her swollen bud before dipping lower to stroke and massage her clit.

A shudder ran through Altrea's body as he circled her sensitive nub, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. "Fuck...fuck..." she moaned, her hips bucking wildly against his hand as she neared the brink of orgasm. She was so close; she could feel it building inside her, threatening to consume her in a wave of ecstasy that would leave her shaking and sated.

Her world exploded into a cascade of sensation as he pushed two fingers deep inside her, filling her up with his warmth and strength. "Oh...Gods..." she cried out, arching her back and pressing her lips together to muffle the sound as waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body tensed and shook, her climax cresting in a powerful wave that left her breathless and spent.

She lay panting against the countertop for several long moments, unable to believe what had just happened.

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she felt his warm breath against her sensitive flesh. "Don't...don't be disgusting," she managed to croak out, though the words lacked their usual bite. The pleasure had left her feeling strangely vulnerable and exposed; she didn't want him to see her like this, to know just how much he affected her.

But as his tongue traced circles around her swollen opening, she found herself unable to resist the sensation. It felt so good;

Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his face as he continued to lick and nibble at her folds. "Stop it...stop..." she whimpered, arching her back into his touch. But deep down, she knew that if he kept going, she wouldn't be able to stop him; not when it felt this good.

His tongue danced expertly over her sensitive flesh, coaxing moans and whimpers from deep within her throat. She couldn't help but writhe and squirm beneath his attentions; it felt so good, so right somehow. As he continued to pleasure her with his lips and tongue, she found herself growing wetter and more needy once again.

Her hands fumbled blindly at the hem of her dress, desperate for purchase as her body betrayed her in this most intimate moment. "Please..."

"Please...don't stop," she whimpered, her words coming out ragged and breathless. Her hips bucked against his face as he continued to feast on her folds, driving her further and further towards the edge of sanity. She couldn't remember the last time something had felt this good; this right.

Her body tensed, trembling on the brink of release as his tongue delved deeper and teased her sensitive spot with expert precision. She arched her back off the countertop, throwing her head back and moaning long and loud as the pleasure washed over her in a wave of blissful relief. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, clamping down around his face as she was consumed by the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced.

When the wave finally crested and broke, leaving her spent and panting against the countertop once more, Altrea couldn't help but feel a sense of shame creep over her. She had never thought that she would find pleasure in such...such base things; with this simple farmer who dared to defy her and everything she stood for.

She looked up at him through narrowed eyes, feeling a combination of annoyance and arousal simmering beneath her composure. "What do you mean by that?" she demanded warily, knowing full well what he was insinuating. But even as the words left her mouth, she found herself growing wet once again at the thought of being taken by him; of giving in to his desires and allowing herself to enjoy this forbidden pleasure just a little while longer.

Her eyes widened as his erect cock came into view, the size of it almost unbelievable. Her mouth went dry and her heart raced as he positioned himself behind her, lining up his thick length with her slick entrance. With a gentle push, he entered her in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.

A gasp escaped her lips as he filled her completely; it felt so good, so right somehow. Her body trembled and shook around his thick length as he began to move inside her, driving them both towards the brink of ecstasy. With each powerful thrust, she could feel him hitting her sweet spot over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as he took her harder and faster, pushing her ever closer to the edge of oblivion. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her moans filling the kitchen as they became lost in the sensation of their joined bodies. Time seemed to stand still as their passion consumed them both, leaving nothing but the present moment; the heat of their skin and the slap of flesh against flesh.

Their movements grew more frenzied, driven by an urgency that bordered on desperation. With each powerful thrust, his cock buried deeper inside her, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like a tidal wave. Her muscles clenched and spasmed around him, drawing out his orgasm with a practiced ease that left him gasping and shuddering as he released himself into her.

Her own climax followed soon after, building up inside her like a firestorm before exploding in a cascade of sensation that left her weak-kneed and spent. As their bodies trembled together in the afterglow of passion, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what it meant to be truly happy; to find contentment in the most unlikely of places.

Her lips parted beneath his, allowing him access to her mouth as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, she let herself enjoy this simple pleasure; the taste and feel of him against her tongue. Then, with a sigh, she pulled away, reluctantly returning to reality.

"Well," she said, wiping a stray strand of hair from her flushed face, "I suppose we should get back to work." The words sounded hollow even to her own ears as they hung in the air between them.

"Ow!" Altrea yelped, more surprised than hurt by the unexpected slap. Her cheeks flushed even deeper as she turned to glare at him over her shoulder. "Don't you dare..." she began, only to trail off when he met her gaze with a mischievous grin.

With a huff, Altrea spun back around and continued chopping vegetables, trying her best not to feel self-conscious about the way her ass tingled from his touch. "You know,"

"you're really quite...irritating sometimes." She shot him a sideways glance as she reached for another carrot. There was an odd sort of warmth in her voice now; almost like they were back to their usual bantering. It felt strange and unexpected, but somehow welcome nonetheless.

She snorted derisively, but couldn't quite hide the blush that crept up her neck. "Perhaps," she admitted reluctantly, her eyes meeting his in the mirror above the counter. There was a hint of challenge in her gaze, daring him to press further; to see how far he could push things between them.

Her heart raced at his touch, and she couldn't help but arch her back into the embrace. "You're impossible," she muttered under her breath, trying to sound annoyed as she slipped an arm around his waist and returned the hug. But even as she spoke, she couldn't deny the truth: there was something about this simple farmer that brought out a side of her she had never known existed; a side that craved his touch and laughed at his teasing.

"What?" she asked, pulling away to look at him over her shoulder once more. He looked up at her with those mischievous eyes, the same eyes that had been driving her crazy all morning long. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized what he was asking for; what they both wanted.

With a sigh, Altrea turned back around to face the countertop, leaning against it with one hip cocked out invitingly. "Fine," she muttered, trying not to sound too eager. "

His breath was warm against her ear as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine. "You taste just as good as you did earlier," he murmured before taking another bite of the carrot in his hand. She could feel him moving closer behind her, pressing his erect length against her ass; teasing and tormenting her with each thrust of his hips.

"I..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought as he continued to tease her with both words and touch. The truth was, she didn't know what tasted better; him or the carrot. They were both equally intoxicating in their own ways, each driving her closer to the edge of insanity with every passing second.

Her heart raced as he spoke, and she couldn't help but arch her back into him, silently begging for more. "Please..." she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. "I need...I need you." She didn't know what had come over her; why she was allowing herself to be so vulnerable with this simple farmer who dared to defy everything she stood for.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he pulled her panties down her legs, revealing her most intimate flesh to his hungry gaze. The cool air of the kitchen caressed her sensitive folds, making them tingle and throb with need. His hands cupped her ass, lifting her up onto the countertop before positioning himself at her entrance.

Her eyes squeezed shut as he teased her with his words, each breath a reminder of how close she was to losing control. "Either...either," she gasped, arching her back and spreading her legs wider in invitation. She wanted both; needed him to fill her up completely and claim her as his own.