Alchemical Kitchen

Recipe #1

Seared Chicken

Saff adjusted his apron, letting the copper red color catch the light and glimmer in the kitchen. His shaggy cut hair was colored to match it just a shade darker for contrast.

"Saff?"

He turned, feeling the hot kitchen air against his bare shoulders.

"Yes, Cas?"

Castor was finishing his prep work. He glanced down and ran a firm hand over Saff's light skin.

Saff's golden choker burned with Castor's touch, and he blushed at the arousal of the innuendo that formed in his mind.

"Don't forget your role; you need to hold this recipe together."

Saff smirked.

"You're really going to make me work that hard? It's seared chicken."

Castor's voice was firm and his powerful finger teased him under his chin, pulling him forward.

"I don't know what to think with you sometimes. But here, in my kitchen, you earn flavor. It's not given."

Saff leaned in, his lips brushing against Castor's cheek. His hand pressed against Cas's dark chef shirt, the fingernails painted deep red.

"Just watch me."

The kitchen door creaked open and Lee walked in.

"Hello...I'm Leek, or Lee. I'm here for the meal?"

Saff pushed past Castor's black frame and smiled daintily.

"Saffron. Ignore the chicken; I'm the entire meal."

Lee's thin white pants were cut to shape his bubble shaped butt, while his long green hair was colored a healthy green.

Lee took Saff's hand and kissed it.

"Enough", Castor cut through and the fires on the stovetop ranges fired up.

Saff watched in satisfaction as the thin Lee seemed to wilt under the heat.

He rubbed his own arms, humming as the heat kissed his body.

"Begin."

Saff approached Lee, wrapping his hands around Lee's narrow waist. He hooked Lee's thin pants and shuffled them off.

To his delight, Saff saw that Leek wore a white onesie, buttoned at the bottom.

With a snap, Saff allowed himself to blush. His cock warmed at the sight and his mouth instinctively began salivating,

Lee fumbled with his own cock, a solid six with a shock of pale hair crowning it.

"Don't waste time, Saff."

Saff sank to his knees, the sounds of diced vegetables and clinking pans as Cas began prepping.

"Watch me," he looked up at Lee as his hands played with Lee's twitching erection. The femboy's features were a mix of pleasure and anxiety.

Saff savored the flavor of Lee's cock. It was salty yet clean. He felt Lee's hands grip the back of his head.

Saff's skin warmed and the sweet scent of honeyed wildflower poured from his body.

"Tssss!"

The sound of hot oil in the pan being pelted with diced onion drew in Saff's flavor. Cas nodded,

"Good--good!"

Lee groaned and the earthy tones of leek flushed from his body. Saff kissed the inside of his marking his territory, his copper red lipstick marking Lee for himself.

Saff pressed his face closer, so that each fresh stroke from Lee tapped the back of his throat.

"Hnn!"

Lee groaned and Saff nodded to himself in satisfaction.

Right on time.

"More fire! More sweat! Saff, stop showboating."

More knife work. Castor muttering under his breath.

Saff pivoted and hopped up onto the kitchen countertop, the air thick with heat.

Saff's pores opened from the heat, and his own cock throbbed with anticipation.

"Oh...oh god," he could hear Lee whisper,

He crooked a finger at Lee, then laid on the warm steel kitchen counter.

His eyes closed and he pulled his panties to the side:

"Come on, Lee. Show me All of that Illium."

Lee flushed and his long ropy penis pressed forward.

Saff hummed as Lee's cock pushed against his sphincter.

A give in the muscle.

A soft gasp.

Then Lee's length pushed in.

The air shimmered. Saff moaned softly. Cas urged them.

"Push, Lee! You're coming in too softly for the flavor!"

Lee thrust his stiff member further into Saff.

Deep gold-orange seeped into the air, biting and giving a little kick. Green ambient air flooded the room, mixing a mild and sweet flavor.

Saff found his own rhythm, pushing against Lee. Everytime the green-haired femboy pushed into him, he squeezed his muscles.

"Take me, Lee! Take it all!"

Lee's panting came harder now, madly thrusting as though possessed.

The kitchen shook and the flames turned blood orange.

Take it.

He pushed his body against Lee, feeling the femboy be swallowed up by his ass.

"Saff!" Castor sent out a warning.

The air turned medicinal.

The orange glow pulsed dangerously red.

Saff locked his legs around Lee's skinny waist.

"Don't stop...! Fuck me, Lee! I want to--feel all..."

Lee groaned and Saff could sense he was near.

"Enough!"

Cas pushed to them, pulling Lee out.

Saff squeaked as the vacuum left him.

"Cas? What's--,"

The room throbbed as Castor pushed Lee against the countertop.

"I warned you! You were too active; you're drowning out all the subtlety and contrast."

He pulled Lee's onesie over his head, found his hole, and swiftly plunged his own thick head into Lee's membrane.

Lee wailed.

"Oh shit yes! Oh!"

His body glowed.

The aura of the kitchen throbbed with each passing thrust from Castor.

Lee grunted as Cas lifted up his leg, hilted into Lee as deep as he could take him.

Saff felt the glow in his supple skin blink, then begin to fade. The air glowed green and tasted sweet.

Saff's mind raced.

How could he do that---what the hell?

The gasps from Lee came as fast as Castor soothed him.

"There...feel my rhythm."

Lee said nothing. The wet sound of Cas meeting Lee filled the room.

Thwap-thwap-thwap!

Pans sizzled.

Saff wrapped his arms around himself in disbelief.

Lee gripped the sides of the table.

"Fuck! Fuck! Castor!"

Castor braced the young man's body, still pumping him in and out.

There was a moment of pure silence.

The green-haired boy shrieked and the entire kitchen flashed green.

A long blast of semen shot from Lee's cock. He sighed, then Castor erupted.

Lee squeaked as Cas finally pulled out.

Hurriedly, the chef checked on the chicken.

A deep sniff, wafting the seared piece of meat.

He let out a sigh.

"Saved it."

Lee nodded and pulled his pants up slowly. Saff still stood in petulant disbelief. Saff tasted the air and realized there was nothing of him left in the dish.

Castor played the dish, then pushed it out for service before turning back to the pair.

"Good work Lee. Saff," he turned a annoyed eye to him.

"There are still things you need to work on: timing, contrast, and above all; control."

Lee nodded as he hobbled back to the service entrance.

Saff turned, then felt Castor's warm hand on his shoulder. Saff felt his skin burn but for a different reason.

"You embarrassed me."

The chef was not angry, only dutiful.

"I meant it, Saff. You've got it all: flavor, approach, and the body."

He ran a hand on Saff's bare hip.

"But you can always work in my kitchen."