Dinner (GxG)

|Mate 1|

Frankie

A week after my mate has accepted me as her divine other half she has gained weight. As did all the other servants. They're in better shape now and fit to do anything I want them to. It's time to turn them.

"Frankie," my mate moans. She wraps her arms around me as she wakes up. Her voluptuous body presses against mine. She has all the soft curves I knew she would have and it takes every inch of my will power to not rape her. I kiss her head and let her snuggle up against me. I smile brightly as I watch my mate. Just watching her doing is enough for me to make me burn. Even if she were to sit still as a doll I'd be getting the hots for her.

"My love," I murmur. She kisses my cheek which makes me smile. Have you ever had smiled so hard that it hurts but you can't stop smiling? Well, that's what I'm doing now. I grin like the biggest goofy-ass there is.

My hands have a mind on their own as they start to roam over her body. Feeling her warm softness under my touch I feel like I'm ablaze.

"Frankie," my mate moans again, harder this time. I continue grinning and let my hands work their magic. But before completing their ritual my mate interrupts, "Please, don't."

Very disappointed I pull back my magic fingers. "Please," I beg. "It's been a week already. Can't I show my lover how much I love her?"

My mate looks up shyly, uncertainty in her eyes, "Please give me more time to think. Give me three more weeks, just three more and I'll give you my answer."

I sigh but kiss her head. Everything for my love. "If you wish so," I reluctantly agree. "But no second longer."

She smiles and snuggles her face in my chest.

How the fuck am I supposed to wait three more weeks before we can have sex while she drives me crazy with her body?! How am I supposed to restrain myself from claiming her as my rightfully own?! Is she challenging me to death?! God, if it weren't for the fact she's my mate I'd already have made her cum all week long.

Slightly grumpy I wrap my arm around her. We lay like this for another half an hour in silence before I suggest we should eat.

We both get up and I change quickly. Even though my sexy looks are worth killing for, I decide to hide them. I cloak myself from neck to toe in my favorite cloak. If I don't get to feel and see my mate in her birthday suite, then she ain't gonna see all my delicious body parts. And let me tell you, I got a lot of them.

I had ordered Violet to measure my mate and start sewing. In two days Violet had made an exceptionally beautiful dress for my mate. At least she wears the dress I gave her. It was the purest white with the clearest red lace. I won't bother with the details because God, I wouldn't be able te describe the beautifulness of the dress by mere words. But I can describe the way it fits my mate. My mate wears it like her natural skin. No second skin needed. Her curves are accentuated by the taille she has and the dress hugs all the important places to show off her body.

She's hot. She's very hot in that dress. And I'm turned on as fuck, not to mention very jealous of the dress. It got to hug and touch and warm my mate while I'm left watching, ogling and staring. All alone and cold.

Okay, maybe not alone, and I've been cold since I was born, but still. You get the idea.

She walks off to the dining room I had attached to my bedroom. Normally there would be bleeding and moaning girls on the long dining table, but now that I've my mate it's used differently. She eats her cooked meal while I drink from the wine goblet.

It so happened to be that my mate loves meat. She eats it medium to rare and the more meat the better. It makes me laugh, the fact that she loves meat. So every meal has meat in it. I try to cook it the best I can, and all she tells me is that no matter how I make it, she'll like it.