Swallowing, I let out a sigh. “It’s beef.”
“What’s... beef?”
I blink, realizing he doesn’t have a clue what the word meant. “Beef is, you know...” I brace myself for his utter dismay. “…um…cow.”
“C-COW!? You’re eating cow?” He quickly moves away from the table, horrified. “Why the hell would you eat that?”
“We eat cows here. And I love steak as much as I love dick— well, your dick, anyway.”
He looks at war with himself, both pleased and appalled. “That’s disgusting.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m human. Beef,akacow, tastes good.” I shrug. “What do you eat in your universe?”
“Fish, chicken, pigs— we don’t eat the primates!”
“Well, just know that I will never pass up rapey-minotaur Rocky Mountain oysters either.”
“What’s that?”
“Bull testicles.”
“Do you mean you actually eat…” He gags. “You eat those?”
“Well, I will if I castrate them. Why waste the organs?”
“You’re a cannibal.”
“The hell I am.” I sit down and take a drink of wine. “I’m not eating my own kind.”Fuck it.I gulp down the whole glass. “It’s way worse.” I blink up at him prettily. “I’m actuallyfuckingmy food.Youshould be on a plate.”
He’s growls, offended.
I put down my empty glass. “I’m kidding. Kind of. I mean, I try not to eat higher-evolved creatures, but if it pisses me off enough, I will.”
“You’re an evil witch.”
“That’s evil goddess to you,” I bristle. “Thanks to your semen, I’ve been upgraded. Now, be a good boy, sit down and eat?—”
A chime sounds in the air, indicating that I’m needed in the barn. Of course this would happen right now.Grr.
“What’s that?” he asks.
“Stay here,” I say, wiping my mouth and standing up. “I’ll be back. I have some business to attend.”
He moves to follow me and I stop him, planting my hand against his chest. “Seriously. Eat.”
He towers over me, as if to intimidate me, and his cock juts my hip. He must have loss his towel when he rushed away from the beef. Goodness, it’s impressive.
“Please,” I say, eyeing his erection. “Everything you require for food is there. Refuel, because you’re going to need energy for later.”
I give him a wink and step through the magical archway leading to the barn, conjuring black sunglasses and an umbrella to protect me from the glare as I do. I’m too delicate for the sun.
At the barn, I slip in through the side door which takes me to the employee breakroom. It was empty, strangely. It’s usually occupied by my farm hands due to the big screen television, comfy leather couches, cozy fireplace, expensive game consoles, fully-stocked kitchen, pool table, cow-skinned rugs, and more.
Nothing is too good for my staff.
As I draw closer to the center, I’m met with the sounds of mewling and groans of pleasure. I smile at the volume. At least my males sounded happy.
Though another door, I enter the main to see several rows of my bulls getting milked by my machines. I note that they are all enjoying the experience…
