a girl enters the main room of her Master's home…after a full night's slumber…she stretches with long, feline movements…moaning softly as her silks rise…the smoothness caressing her heated flesh…she sighs…looking around the room…knowing He has been here…but sees little evidence…she inhales the sweet scent of the burning fire and skips happily to the servery…knowing she must find something to do with her hands…keeping them busy…as she longs hopelessly for the sounds of her Master's footsteps
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her small limber body moves easily through the myriad of tables…bounding softly over the furs…as she makes her way into the servery…going to the cupboards…seeking a large kettle…her eyes alight upon a shining one made of copper…tracing her fingers around the edges as a smile plays upon her lips…knowing what she will make…the heat of her belly rising slowly to her cheeks as she prepares…smiling
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she takes the large kettle in her hands…bringing it to the soft swells of her breasts…resting it there as she polishes it with a rep cloth…then takes it with her as she scampers quickly to the cold room…pausing briefly before opening the door…she then tugs softly and opens it…gasping as the cold air rushes about her…wrapping her heated slave flesh in frigid kisses…she reaches out with one small foot and pushes a small brick in front of the door…keeping it open…shivering at the thought of being locked inside
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tiny feet dancing over the cold floor as she moves through quickly…her eyes darting about the shelves as she seeks the bottles of ka~la~na that have been opened…their contents no longer worthy of serving in a goblet…she finds several bottles…lifting them…and placing the bottles in the kettle…as it rests against her breasts…she then turns and scans the baskets of fresh fruits and takes a few tospits and larma…tossing them into the kettle as well…then turns and scampers quickly out of the cold room…kicking the brick away and thrusting out her hip…bumping the door shut…basking momentarily in the warmth of her Master's home…allowing the heated caresses of the burning fire to reach her…to warm her gooseflesh
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as she passes the table…she takes out the fruit and places each piece on the table…in a nice little row…taking care to not let them roll off…then turns and saunters quickly to the fire pit…her hips swaying softly beneath silken caresses…her sun~kissed skin glowing as the fire's flames dance over her with their reflections…she places the kettle on the large hook…taking out the bottles and setting them one by one to the floor….she cradles the last one in her hands tenderly…her fingertips tracing the label as she smiles…remembering when she served this very one to her beloved Master…the heat she felt as the liquid ran down her flesh in a crimson cascade…gasping as she remembers the wet caresses through her glistening petals…filling His goblet…her soft green eyes twinkling at the memory…sighing softy as she continues
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she slowly uncorks each bottle with a soft tug of her teeth…giggling merrily as each pOp of the cork tickles her lips…then pours each…one by one into the kettle…mesmerized by the swirling of the liquid…watching as it reaches high on the sides…lapping up and splattering into the center…the soft pitter~patters of cascading wine filling the kettle…as she pours the last of the bottles into the kettle…then lowers her body and picks each of the bottles up…cradling them to her breasts and turns quickly on her heels…loosening her arms and letting each fall into the bin
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she then reaches into a cupboard for a large bowl…grasping one made of thick crockery…glazed in a deep burgundy…engraved with the same lovely pattern as her Master's lovely homestone…she brings it to her lips and kisses the rim…her lips lingering over the coolness…hoping to relieve the heat that emulates through her body as her thoughts continue to go to Him…to His hands…His lips….mmmmmmm….His soul…she quickly polishes it with her silks and places it on the table
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pulling out the board and laying it flat on the table…she takes a clean ulo in one hand…and a larma in another…bringing the fruit to her lips and placing a small kiss…then lowers it to the board…dragging the edge through the skin of the fruit…peeling it slowly …in one curling strip…she then forces the ulo through the flesh…cutting it into quarters…then eighths…then cutting them in half again…making each piece small…she repeats this with another larma…then brushes all the pieces together and scoops them up…placing them in the bowl
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her nimble fingers then grasp a tospit…rolling it around in her hands as she lifts and places a kiss on the fruit…smiling softly as she begins humming softly…her fingers working the ulo through the skin…her hips begin to sway gently as she cuts into the flesh…blowing an escaped tendril of hair from her face…closing her eyes and inhaling as the citrus aroma begins to tickle her li'l nose…she makes each piece small…her fingers dripping with the trickling juice of the fruits…she scoops all of the pieces together…droppping them in the bowl..then bringing a finger to her lips and tracing each with the juice-coated tips…her li'l tongue darting out and tasting it…gasping softly as the sweet mixes with the tart…creating a rush of shivers to spread across her flesh
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wiping her hands on a rep cloth…she then cradles the bowl in her hands…turning quickly and reaching onto the spice shelves…looking at each to find the one she desires…smiling as her eyes alight on the strongest of spices…grasping it and a large spoon…carrying them with her to the fire pit…the smell of warming ka~la~na filling the air…she pads quickly and quietly across the room…to the fire pit…placing the spices and the bowl upon the small table there…she opens the jar of spices…and takes a li'l sniff…gasping and pulling her head back as the heat of the burning spices dart out…her eyes stinging as the scent and vapors fill her senses
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she quickly sprinkles the spices over the fruit…then dips her hands into the bowl and mixes the fruit and spices…the cold fruit sliding through her fingers…tickling them…as she coats each piece with the spices…she then takes the bowl….and the spoon and lifts them above the kettle…slowly scraping the contents into the brewing liquid…stepping away slightly as she hears the plopping of the fruit…laughing softly as drops splash up…playfully…then fall back down again…she scrapes the bottom of the bowl…making sure no fruit is left behind…she then takes the spices and sprinkles a bit more over the surface of the brewing kal~da
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taking the ladle which hangs nearby…she stirs it…singing softly as she dances li'l steps around the kettle…her hand swirling the ladle around and around…the steam beginning to rise and tickle her nose…gasping and turning quickly as she hears the footsteps behind her…her heart beats pause for an ihn…then drops the ladle into the kettle as she falls to her knees before Him
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rising as she hears His request for a taste of her hard work…she hangs the fallen ladle and rushes to the servery…locating a beautiful footed bowl…resting it against her heated flesh as she brings it upward…looking for any imperfections…then lowering it again to be certain that nothing will marr her Master's perfect lips…she parts her silks and runs the rim of the bowl through her soft petals…concentrating with closed eyes as she looks for unseen imperfections...gasping softly as the bowl caresses her slave sex…feeling it throb with warmth and desire as the soft folds are touched…satisfied that the bowl will cause no displeasure…she polishes it lovingly with the silks cascading from her small frame…then cradles the bowl to her chest as she turns to scamper across the room…her long dark curls bouncing upon her li'l moons…her hips swaying gently with each measured step…her heart racing as her slave belly is fed…her desire to serve Him fulfilled
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she takes the ladle from its hook and stirs the scalding liquid…the citrus emulating the spicy aroma…swirling about her…tantalizing her senses…she dips the ladle and fills the bowl…the brew splashing against the bowl in crimson wave…placing the ladle back…then turning and walking to Him…lowering her body before Him…her thighs spread painfully wide for His pleasure lest His gaze should fall upon what is His…her back is straight as she lowers the beautiful bowl to her spread thighs…its rim caressing her glistening sex…coating it with her sweet nectar…gasping as the heat of the brew mixes with her own heat…her need…her desire
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trailing the bowl up her body…the scalding bowl searing her soft flesh…resting it at her heart…she looks to Him with twinkling eyes as she lowers her head to the rim...tasting of the spicy brew...gasping as she tastes her own nectar…her heart beats three more times as she awaits…then smiles and gently thrusts her hands toward Him…lowering her head…long dark curls cascading over her shoulders into a pool about her thighs…the silken caresses teasing her swollen bud…sending shivers through her…as she whispers softly* "Master…lani prays that this kal~da quenches Your thirst…and warms Your soul…and she hopes that she has in some small way brought You pleasure in her serve"
